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 Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 6:27 pm
Radomir shook his head. "Can't say that I do. Curious that a Mandalorian is here. We've had troubles with them in the past, but that's distant past. I don't even think they have a settlement in our territories anymore." Radomir rubbed his chin. "He was apparently among the pirates and, knowing their kind, might have been one of them." Radomir gestured at the squad of soldiers. "Take his corpse on board the Crusader and keep it preserved. Have other squads search for more of them." The prince turned to Brike. "I hate to cut your investigation off so short, but my mother needs me at Bothawui. We'll look into this matter once we return." As Radomir finished, his requested shuttle landed.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 12:41 am
The bank looked normal. The cops picked the area clean already, so Oriss was left to her own devices as well. She scanned the walls, but her powers in psychometry were not very well developed. If she had been the apprentice to Quinlan Vos, she might have developed a different type of technique, but he was with the Republic Knights now. It didn't bother her too much though. It was almost nighttime. Time to start heading to the police office. Oriss let the force flow through her. She made a jump up to the rooftop, and headed across the warehouse over the buildings towards the headquarters on planet.
-About an hour later-
"It seems that all the leads to keep that sith on planet are dead ends, sir." The duros who owned the voice was named twitch. He served under the commissioner Bruke, an obese human. Bruke was a down and dirty cop turned desk jockey. His reputation was so severe that he had been cited numerous times for police brutality, though the charges had been dismissed.
"Sideous's black bones! Farking hell, what a mess. When did a major robbery threat made by a sith get treated like a typical purse snatching? Who dropped the ball on this?" Bruke said angrily. "I want to know where that sith went. The Confederates are never going to let us get away with this."
"I don't think that is really important. I have submitted my review over the tapes, sir."
"I'll read them tomorrow. Get some sleep."
"Yes, sir."
Twitch left the room, as Bruke stared at the wall. His head hung in his hand. He hadn't noticed the presence in the room at all, until Oriss spoke up.
"Good evening, Commissioner Bruke."
The surprised human drew his blaster, just to have it wisked away by Oriss's quicker Force Pull.
"I'm sorry to have surprised you. But there is some things I need to know about your sith thief. Please, don't be alarmed. The munns contacted me because they don't want to lose face. And your department does not help the fact that you have to be weaseled around by a bunch of private investigators and armed forces. However, if you can tell me where a bothan by the name of Koth Melan is, I'm sure i can get him to squeal. Also, he's been on your wanted list for quite some time, and the only reason you can't seem to catch him is because he coincidentally is always tipped off by someone in your department, a leak which I'm more than willing to be a bypass to. I did my research on my way in," Oriss announced, removing the blaster pistol's power pack and tossing it back to the commissioner.
"You're a jedi. I seen your kind throughout the war but what makes you think you can track him down and this Sith as well?" Bruke barked back.
"You never served in the war, being a career cop your entire life. Twitch was originally a medical surgeon who came from tattooine in his former lifetime, no?" Oriss said.
"Good guessing."
"No, I didn't guess. You are a commissioner of the police force, something which is rarely given out so frivolously to a traveler. But furthermore, you don't have a map anywhere within your room and your residence is in the lower side of the city, a place rampant with criminals. You commonly take the hovertrain to work and have a thick dialect of the area. You are fat, but you do have some muscle, and your trash holds the remains of food coming from one of the much lesser known fast food places. Twitch has sewn his torn cuff with a lambert stitch, which only a doctor really uses, and is made from a specific hair found from a bantha on a desert planet. Am I right?"
Oriss stood somber, as Bruke felt like he had to spit. But she was right.
"Your best bet is to start interrogating down at the Horny Zeltron. It's the hub of all scum and villainy for the city. Someone there will be best to tell you where to find that rat."
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 2:37 pm
Vossa felt the small shuttle return to realspace over the planet of Dac. The situation was less than she enjoyed. This wasn't going to be easily successful, with the enemy being more of a guerilla faction than a true side. She began to have thoughts on how successful her negotiations would truly be, if she would be able to even successfully negotiate anything at all. The quarren who had already sided with the confederacy had once shown their abilities in battle, with the Subjugator-class capital ships. And now that Kuat had thrown it's own production models into the fray, the Republic seemed on its own belly anymore. It would take years to get any new ships from anyone, she knew that much. But it would help the republic dearly to have some ships that the enemy already didn't possess, knowing their weaknesses and strengths.
The heat from entering the ionosphere grew, causing the shuttle to streak down into the blue planet, braking on it's way down until it coasted over the seas, eventually diving down under the ocean's blue.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 9:14 am
K-Blade As Noimies’ feet touched the deck plates, she immediately stepped out of the way, giving the man room to fire his weapon. Shrugging her pack off her back she moved through the hatch to wait in the corridor, for what seemed like an eternity, until her father came charging up the ramp. The worried expression on her face fadding to relief as she hugged her backpack to her chest.
As Jag bolted aboard, he slammed the Ramp close switch. He walked over to his daughter and rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Niom'ika, find a place out of the way and stay there. Things are going to get hairy." He told his daughter.
Drawing his comn, he started barking into it as he headed towards the bridge.
"I'm aboard! Now et to your stations you spacedogs! The Republic knows who we are! Blast anything that gets in our way and get us out of here!"
The ship lurched as her repulsors hurled her into the atmosphere. the crewmen were rushing about, some clamping on their distinctive Mandalorian Armor while others looked out the viewports and cursed like spacers.
V-wing interceptors were in the air and already starting to chase the gunship, trying to force it down.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 9:57 pm
Backpack still hugged against her Niomie looked up at her father with a mixture of excitement dashed with a touch of fear.
“I will Daddy.” She nodded, smiling up bravely at him as she took comfort from his work hardened hands on her small shoulders. She watched him as he turned, full of duty to his ship and crew and she wondered if she would ever be able to be like him. The ships sudden lurch into the sky made the small girl blink and remember where she was and she quickly scurried to the common area of the ship.
Plastering herself to the corridor walls to make room for crew rushing headlong to their stations, ignoring the curious looks in her direction. Finding an empty seat Niomie secured her backpack under the acceleration couch and then set about buckling herself in for what looked like a very bumpy ride.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 6:25 am
Jag made it to the bridge and grabbed an overhead handle to steady himself.
"Whats going on?" He demanded as he stared out the bridge viewports.
"Sir, we got incoming V wings and a pair of Chargers attempting to head us off overhead.
Jag laughed darkly. "Is that all, then? Open fire on those V-wings. A little energy should make them think twice about comming after us. As soon as we get within range of those frigates, throw some rounds their way and dip under them."
Quad laser turrets aboard the Vigo spun and started belching red bolts of energy at the V-wings.
Caught off guard by the firepower being hurled at them, the V-wings lost two of their number and veered off.
As the Vigo hit low orbit, the guns turned and began firing upon the two Chargers on an intercept course with them, the bow heavy cannons lancing green energy beams at the modified cruisers.
Facing heavy resistance from what seemed to be a simple outer rim transport ship, the Charger's faltered and took damage, their own shots going wide as the Vigo slid beneath them and started accelerating.
The Chargers swung about in pursuit and managed to land some shots on the retreating Vigo. It wasn't enough, however, as the ship accelerated to lightspeed.
"Without its precious clones, the Republic doesn't have the stomach for a fight." Jag observed as he released the handgrip and adjusted his cap. "Cowards and fools, the lot of them."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 1:01 pm
The ship rocked, weapons fire discharge vibrated through out its hull and the engines howled as the Vigo snaked its way past its pursuers and clawed for altitude. Niomie could only sit back and feel like a fifth wheel, as the crew around her work at their assigned positions. The feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that the ship had left the planets gravitational pull, and then the familiar feeling as the Vigo jumped to hyperspace.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:25 pm
Chuckling to himself while leaving the bridge to the ship's rightful captain, Jag adjusted his cap and headed down a deck.
He found his daughter sitting in one of the acceleration chairs and sat down next to her, still smirking at his victory.
"Well, we lost those Republic chakaar easy enough. Remember, Niomi'ka: a law is only as good as the men who enforce it and argue it. In a few days we'll reach my base, and then I'll show you a real ship."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:36 pm
Niomie looked up and smiled as her father came into view and sat down beside her.
“Yes Daddy, I’ll remember that.” She nodded diligently. Jags next comment caused her to blink a few times in slight confusion as she looking up at him and tilted her head to one side just a tad.
“You mean that this isn’t a real ship?” She asked, smirk lighting up her face. “So what do you consider a “real” ship Daddy?” She giggled.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 5:00 pm
"MY ship is a real ship." Jag said to the girl. "This ship? She's just a freighter with guns, a paper gundark. Her soul isn't that of a predator. She has no fight, no fire. You can feel it in the way her engine vibrates the deck panels that she is not made for a scrap, but to avoid one."
He rapped his knuckles against the bulkhead behind him. "Each ship has its own personality, its own soul. The Pirun's soul is a merchant's soul. What moves her is profit. She wants to be profitable to her captain. Make no mistake, she is a good ship, but she's too passive. My ship is aggressive, hungry, eager for the pursuit. She is as cunning as a strill and fierce as a rancor. She has manda, a warrior's soul."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 5:47 pm
“My Daddy, you talk about your ship as if it was your girlfriend or something.” Niomie gave him a sly sidelong glance, barley restraining a giggle. “You have a base? Is it a secret base? Can I get up yet?” She started to ask the million and one question that were flying through her mind at lightspeed, but she stopped. Took a deep breath and reined in her hyperactivness.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 5:54 pm
Jag leaned back and said nothing about her accusation.
"Yes, yes, and yes." Jag said to her. "As long as you don't bother the crew, you can get up and move around."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 6:10 pm
Niomie slapped the quick release for the safety webbing and sprang up to her feet, still hugging her backpack.
“Ohh Daddy!” She squeaked, bouncing on her tiptoes. “I’m sooo excited. It’s like a holo-drama. The princess being whisked away by space pirates.” She pirouetted, ponytail flying as she spun around once and stopped looking at her father. “Only to find out that she’s a pirate princess too.” She stopped suddenly and cupped one hand over her mouth, cheeks reddening as she looked around with wide eyes hoping that no one had heard.
“I’m sorry Daddy,” She hugged her pack tighter to her chest and cast her gaze downwards at the deck plates. “I’m-I’m.” She stuttered, not sure of what to say.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 6:30 pm
A couple pirates were milling about nearby and were chuckling amongst themselves.
One look from Jag, however, and they dispersed quick enough.
"Well you certainly have energy." Jag said wryly. "Better put it to good use. Do you have that blaster pistol I gave you?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 6:47 pm
“Yes Daddy,” She nodded, opening her back pack, pulled the LL-30 out and checked the safety on the weapon. “You told me to keep it with me.” She looked up at him.
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