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 Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 5:39 pm
His shuttle prepared, Ferno stepped onboard. Veers stood at attention, watching his masters departure. HM had already been through orders to allow the ship to remain in orbit, fully crewed to make sure nothing improper went off. Veers would keep the ship as Ferno's until his master reported back.
No foreign shuttles could board the ship, so as HM stepped onboard the shuttle, he began to go into a fifteen minute rest period. The engines whined as the shuttle began to push its throttle slightly, and pressurization began to pump filtered air on its own.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 6:04 pm
Jaden stood in the shuttle staring at the sith lord and then began to focus in the force and through it did his best to speak to him with it saying, "Do you speak anyhting besides Sithese," he roughly said in sithese, it sound very odd but he had heard the language in old holocrons before.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 6:15 pm
"The master speaks many languages. A century of knowledge allows for quite a lot of learning. Not as well as my own processor, but the Master is surprisingly well learned for a droid's standards." HM replied.
The shuttle finished its starting sequence, as they felt the thrust from the engines push the craft towards the cityplanet.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 6:19 pm
He nodded, "Well then, can you teach me a few words, so that I may speak with him one day in a manner he would prefer," he said.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 6:22 pm
"All in due time." was all HM could reply with. "Lord Krayt demands our presence right now. We'll discuss your future after the lord finds out his."
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 6:26 pm
He nodded, "Lord Kyrat wouldn't kill one of his most powerful men, and I think personally by the loks of it, it would be right to put Ferno as his second command," he said.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 9:07 pm
Despite being kept in a severely weakened state by the inhibitor, Angel could still feel the Dark Side's presence. Though it was faint because her sensing ability was dulled, she could tell it had to be strong. Someone very dark was here on Coruscant.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 9:08 pm
Link left the bar and took to the streets. Without a destination or goal, he took to what he always did when his road was unclear.
He drifted, a leaf blown on the wind of the force.
His worn boots carried him along busy sidewalks, up levels, down levels, and through alleys, his mind else where as he walked aimlessly.
Then his feet stopped.
He snapped to attention and looked upon the scene before him.
A Banking building was surrounded by a riot of Coruscant Police Cruises and Airspeeders. Sections were marked off keeping a crowd of spectators at bay and the local News Networks were out in force.
He sensed chaos, fear, uncertainty.
He watched the situation unfolding with an apprasing eye.
"It seems I should help with this." He said as he aproached the police barricades.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 9:57 pm
The red armored Coruscant Guard Commander stood, his hand pressed to his comlink as he gave orders to the men surrounding the Finance building.
Things had started off so smoothly today. Now they had a Cluster-Kirflag upon their hands.
It always ended up like that.
A calm, authorative voice off to his left spoke a question.
"What's the situation, Guardsman?"
The man sighed. "A Group of anti-Imperial agents calling themselves the Justice Action Network Revival stormed the building and took the people inside hostage. They're threatening to kill them if their demands arent met."
"What do they want?"
"The Empire off world and the Galactic Alliance back in power. Like thats going to happen."
"Are they Serious?"
The Commander snorted. "They killed three of their hostages when this mess started."
"What happens if they run out of Hostages?"
"They claim they have an antimatter bomb."
"And what are we waiting for?"
"Storm Commandoes. I sent the request for them over an hour ago, but they still say it's processing, meanwhile I've got these terrorists slotting innocent civilians."
"Hmm. It seems this one is indeed where he needs to be. Hold here. This one will settle the situation." He felt someone pat his shoulder pad as the speaker walked past, heading for the building.
It was a lean looking spacer. Not a Politician or one of his superiors, it wasnt even a military officer.
"Hey you! Get back here!" He barked at the young man.
The Spacer turned, his gaze that of calm focus.
"Do not fear commander. This one knows what he is doing. But if you wouldn't mind watching his things, he would be most grateful."
With that, the young man seemed to vanish from sight, gone within a blink...
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 10:27 pm
(Sorry for the Pause...Birthday+Retard Computer)
The Thugs arrived, and one of them shouted "Which one o' y'alls Russ?!"
Archaras, having ducked behind cover, raised a hand and replied with "That's me."
"We got orders to bring yer hide to Mr. Lynch. THe rest of you can go."
"Not a great idea" responded the Echani.
There was a ripple of laughter through the crowd. "And why would that be?" Responded the same thug.
Archaras Rose, pointing the Mortar Launcher Straight up, and squeezed the trigger, the explosive shells making lovely parabolic arcs into the crowd. They detonated as Archaras ducked back behind cover. "That's why." He whispered to himself as he readied his Rifle.
They all began firing at him, and surging for the doors. As the Mercs popped up and began firing their fire split, and Archaras crouched above the cover and in ten seconds, three times that were dead. The Officer and the Mercs continued firing even as they breached the doors, taking a massive toll on them. Arch then grabbed two grenade bandoliers from the crate and hefted them into the onrushing corwd below as it was going into the hangar. They detonated and more died. The Echani then reached in and grabbed a Stouker concussion rifle, and leapt from his ledge into them, ready for close combat...
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 10:41 pm
Vera grunted as she managed to dodge the blast radius of a grenade, but was still flung away from the force of it. She caught her balance easily, landing on one foot, the other spiraling to knee a thug in the gut while her lightsaber severed several others in half.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 10:58 pm
"Lady Vera!" Iria cried out in alarm, even as she rolled with the blast. And she then stood in front of a gammorean thug whom looked like he could bench press her. Closing her eyes, she then bisected the large brute in half, her humming violet blade slicing through the large thug.
Remember your early days of training! she admonished herself, even as she willed the Force to flow through her veins.
And so, it was. She seemed to effortlessly dodge many a blaster bolt from assorted thugs, the glowing violet blade snapping to, managing to deflect the deadly bolts back to their firer.
As for Kalnar, it seemed he was doing more of the same, almost effortlessly. The Mon Cal's saber was a blur of aqua light, acting as an effective shield, with the added bonus of deflecting deadly bolts back to the thugs, with about a half dozen falling within the span of half as many seconds.
Gunther stuck closely to his master, concentrating on the battle. He too willed blaster bolts to deflect off of his sunny yellow blade, though he was nowhere near as skilled as the older Mon Cal.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 11:02 pm
Vera tumbled through the crowd of thugs, amputating many of their legs as she did so. She stood in a defensive stance with her back to Iria, blocking blaster bolts and sending them back on the thugs. "Are you alright?" she asked calmly, more out of general curiosity than urgent concern.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 11:08 pm
"It would look that way. but looks aren't everything," HM said, letting the descent through the atmosphere rattle the craft.
Several mintues later, the shuttle had landed right next to the palace, as the pair of assassins exited first, making sure the place was clear. Ferno exited next, flanked by HM bringing up the rear of his declared entourage. While Ferno made no notice or gave no concern if the young sith followed him, HM made a motion to come along.
"In the presence of the Emperor, I suggest silence at all costs. There is a reason why Ferno picks his words with care and concern."
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 11:24 pm
"Yes, thank you, Lady Vera." Iria replied, giving a slight smile to her, even with a grunt of effort, a downward slash severing a thug's arm. She grimaced slightly, but knew there lay no other choice before them. For the sake of Sir Gunther and Lady Freya, I must do my best!
With that, she concentrated on the now disarmed thug, and made a pushing-like motion towards him, sending him hurling into one of his brethen, spoiling the latter's shot.
"Concentrate, feel the Force, my padawan," Kalnar's firm yet gentle voice instructed the boy beside him.
"You got it, master," Gunther calmly said.
"On my signal," the Mon Cal said. "Go!"
Gunther then pushed his saber from his grasp with the Force ever so gently. Standing but a few feet from his master, he directed the sunny yellow blade, a starlike whirlwind, severing a hand here, and a head there, as a couple thugs fell to their respective ends. Another took a nasty slash to the stomach, howling in pain, before it flew back to the hand of it's young master, the boy's palm gently outstretched. Return, was the boy's simple mental command, as the gold and black hilt came to rest in the boy's hand.
"I did it," came a contented sigh from the boy, feeling slightly dizzy, yet elated that the move worked. Though he'd have been more pleased if the thugs would simply leave and be on their way. Alas, that was not to be.
"Always seek to improve, my padawan," Kalnar said, deflecting another bolt into a thug's heart.
"Of course," Gunther said, giving the best smile he could, given the circumstances.
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