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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 12:21 pm
grιммorιѕ deѕ нarвιnger
eх-ѕenaтor. ғorмer acolyтe. corrυpтιon ιncarnaтe. 'Do you know the origin of my race's name?
Seyton. It is derived from the human language.
In the age of human ignorance, they believed in a being
of supreme evil and corruption. Humans gave us our name
during our first encounter. Blood was shed before words were
even spoken and we emerged from
the battle as the Seyton race.'
- Grimmoris des Harbinger  The sleek black Sovereign emerged from hyperspace near orbit around Tatooine. From here, the world below the orbiting vessel seemed like a dusty sphere and little more. It was still and serene. Grimmoris had only a single piece of business here and would conclude it within a day before returning to space. There was a contact of his living on Tatooine - someone who had, by very rare chance, procured something that could be valuable to someone in Grimmoris's position. He had known this person since his later years in the Senate and had once asked about it. Now, several years later, he had finally come in possession of the object. From his seat, Grimmoris studied the orb of brown and dark autumn hues with ocular lenses. He relayed the order to descend and his automated pilot obeyed.
Gliding gracefully through the clouds over Mos Eisley, Grimmoris gazed upon the vast dunes of sand that stretched away from the cityscape. Perhaps one day he would hunt a greater krayt dragon like he had done in the wild fantasies of his adolescent youth, before the murder of his father. The ship jerked as the landing legs unfolded from their storage compartment and touched down.
The droids were left aboard the Sovereign to keep the ship prepped for departure and ensure no one tinkered with it. In a place such as Tatooine, Grimmoris would not leave his vessel alone on the good assurances of the denizens that nothing would happen to it or his supplies. This place was perhaps less filthy than Nar Shaddaa, but it contained every bit its scum. Setting out from the hangar, he would move away from the New Quarter and meet his contact near the fringes of the Old Quarter. Grimmoris had a private hangar here that he had built during his days as senator. Fortunately he had not made this known to others, else his pursuers would have surely locked it down.
Like many cities, this one was swarming with vermin - many of which glanced in his direction as he passed. A faint feeling stirred in his mind like some tingling touch upon his cranium that told him of a nearby conduit of the force. He dismissed it without much regard and was less than interested in anything besides acquiring the object for which he had come. Another train of thought entered his mind however. How to deal with his contact? His contact had no idea the object in his possession and though it was pitiable, the Seyton could not allow any word to pass from his contact's lips to another's ears. This information was vital. Moving through the people who shuffled past him, he paused to speak. The person with him was a commoner by all accounts, but was also another of Grimmoris's contacts established shortly after his escape from the Senate.
"Davinim is waiting?" Grimmoris asked.
"With six others. Either a spy or now knows how valuable that item is."
"Or both," Grimmoris added.
The contact nodded once and moved away into the crowd and appeared as any other tourist. Grimmoris watched him leave, then scanned the area before proceeding.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 4:06 pm
Dremora nodded to Fable, then returned his gaze to his drink. Excellent. You will receive half of it in your account by the end of the day, and you have three days to complete the run, otherwise you die. Dremora had felt a disturbance in the Force, another Force wielder was on the planet. The Force had told him he would encounter someone on this planet, as well as Fable, but this was not the Force user he was told he would meet. It was a pleasure doing business with you Fable Bolera. I pray for your own sake you can hold up to your reputation. Now if you will excuse me, I have some investigating to do. Dremora got up to leave, and was shortly joined by his escort of four, leaving without giving any time for the smuggler to comment on anything.
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Chaotic_Entropy115 Captain
Hilarious Conversationalist
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Rebel the DESTROYA Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 4:17 pm
After the Sith Lord left, Fable sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. What have I gotten myself into... she thought to herself, then Owen and Kohald came over to her to see what happened. "What happened?" Owen asked eagerly, dying to know what went on between her and Dremora. "We are...going to do a smuggling run for him...." she sighed, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news but they had to know. "WHAT!?!?" exclaimed Owen and Kohald in unison. "I...had no choice." she sighed. "C'mon, the sooner we get this job done the better." With that, the trio walked back to The Outrider II where R2-D6 was waiting patiently for their return. As soon as they boarded the ship, they took off and when the exited the atmosphere they made the jump to lightspeed. [Exit to Ziost]
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 4:34 pm
In the back room the Bith bartender recorded and sent the conversation to his masters.
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Chaotic_Entropy115 Captain
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 5:00 pm
Dremora signaled his remaining men to disperse, but to keep a lookout for unusual activity. The Force led Dremora to the Old Quarter of Mos Eisley. There he witnessed form a distance in the shadows a conversation between a very disturbing looking alien speaking with a commoner. When the two parted, Dremora concluded that the alien was the Force user, it was apparent that it had knowledge of the dark side. At this point Dremora would follow it while hiding his Force presence.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 5:10 pm
grιммorιѕ deѕ нarвιnger
eх-ѕenaтor. ғorмer acolyтe. corrυpтιon ιncarnaтe. 'Do you know the origin of my race's name?
Seyton. It is derived from the human language.
In the age of human ignorance, they believed in a being
of supreme evil and corruption. Humans gave us our name
during our first encounter. Blood was shed before words were
even spoken and we emerged from
the battle as the Seyton race.'
- Grimmoris des Harbinger Grimmoris waited down a deserted alleyway for his contact. He sat upon a makeshift seat of scrap metal and trash with his hands folded and his amber eyes glimpsing across the ground. When his contact finally made his appearance, he was dressed down in tattered rags overlaying simple smuggler clothes. His lush green eyes met Grimmoris's artificial amber-colored eyes. His dark tanned skin and long tufts of black hair were in strict contrast to Grimmoris's icy pale skin and hairless scalp. The contact greeted the Seyton with openness, pulling back his poncho to reveal that he was unarmed. Grimmoris had always reminded him to never approach without first unarming himself.
Seeing that his contact was without arms, Grimmoris rose. He lifted his large bulk and in two strides was within inches of his contact. He stood a good head taller than the man of some forty odd years. Without exchanging any words, the contact produced a red holocron from his poncho. Grimmoris's dark metal claws ran across the holocron, plucking it from the man's fingers. The clanking mechanisms of the Seyton's mechanical arm came to life as hydraulics applied pressure and the holocron shattered in his iron grip. Broken pieces of metal and sparking electronics fell to the ground. The contact looked up at Grimmoris in stunned surprise for a brief second, then found himself being thrown through the air. His body struck the far side of a building, perfuming the air with a pink mist. His broken body collapsed at the base of the building - bruised and punctured by splintered bones. Beneath him a pool of blood stretched out towards Grimmoris. The cruel sith stood over the corpse as six mercenaries emerged from the shadows around him.
"Betrayal is a concept I'm familiar with," he said, turning towards his advancing attackers. "Where is the real holocron, or was that simply a rouse? I expect this is for the bounty on my head," he said, touching his temple with one of the long black claws. It had been a pitiful attempt to trick him with the fake holocron. It had been nothing more than a cheap imitation - the invention of a common thug's weak mind. Grimmoris's enhanced eyes flickered back and forth between each of the hired men. His hands ran over his lightsabers as he drew them and their crimson shafts of light came into existence with a soft hum. He placed the two together and turned each in opposite directions, interlocking the two as one dual lightsaber. The men hesitated, but continued forward nonetheless with their blasters ready. The only thing stopping them from firing outright was a good sense of caution.
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Chaotic_Entropy115 Captain
Hilarious Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 10:02 am
Dremora heard as the alien in the alleyway pulled out a lightsaber, no two, or perhaps it was a lightstaff, and activated them. He sat against a wall casually, waiting to see what would happen next. After almost three hundred years of living, Dremora had learned patience, and exercised it often. What Sith would have trained an alien like that? He must have been really bored, or felt something in it... He continued his thoughts, his mind ready to pull his own blade should he need it. His men had reported no suspicious activity, other than the usually muggings and crime. The starships were still intact, and no one dared to come near the Imperial troopers in fear of their Sith leader being nearby.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 12:58 pm
grιммorιѕ deѕ нarвιnger
eх-ѕenaтor. ғorмer acolyтe. corrυpтιon ιncarnaтe. 'Do you know the origin of my race's name?
Seyton. It is derived from the human language.
In the age of human ignorance, they believed in a being
of supreme evil and corruption. Humans gave us our name
during our first encounter. Blood was shed before words were
even spoken and we emerged from
the battle as the Seyton race.'
- Grimmoris des Harbinger Where fear made men hesitate, it only quickened the Seyton. His left hand clutching the lightsaber staff, his right hand extended - vibrating with particles of the force which drew upon the environment. The sprawled sheets of rusted metal, the discarded nuts and bolts, long steel rods, and dumpsters scraped the ground, lunging forward at the beck and call of a force pull. The two men directly opposite of Grimmoris never saw it and their first feeling could have nothing short of a quick burst of pain. The first mercenary was struck and bruised by the small debris and then his feet left the earth. An edged piece of sheet metal pierced his torso, punching out through his back. A steel rod lacerated his left thigh and a second bit violently into his windpipe before pinning him to the wall five inches to Grimmoris's right. The second man met the wall ten inches over, lanced with bolts and crushed by two colliding dumpsters that painted the man across the face of the building. The Seyton, cold and unfeeling, did not move or express any feeling. His artificial eyes simply scanned over the other four, watching their horrified expressions. It was not so much a display of power, but a cold warning. Likewise, they were not as much in fear of his power, but stunned by the sudden and grotesque death of two friends. Only three seconds before they were facing the Seyton and now one was riveted to the wall, dripping with blood from where the metal had pierced his flesh. The other was little more than a splatter of red paint and a twisted lump of meat and bone beneath two dumpsters.
At last Grimmoris's mouth parted. "That is all the mercy I shall afford." He took two steps forward and sent a sprawling tree of force lightning into the man on his left. The electricity coiled over the man's body, rippling flesh, charring it and leaping from him in droves. The mercenary collapsed to his knees and was dead. His flesh was like charcoal and the blood boiled in his veins. Blaster fire roared over this. The three remaining mercenaries had broken from their initial shock and were now fighting for their lives. Two remained on the right, another on the left hidden behind some trash. Grimmoris's staff lazily twirled between his fingers, deflecting blaster fire onto the walls with a casual flick of his wrist.
Force enhanced, the hefty sith moved as if unhindered by his weight. A force dash and he closed the distance between himself and the two mercenaries on his right. They fired off three more shots before Grimmoris's lightsaber seared through both pairs of arms. He decapitated the first and with the second, split him from his right shoulder to his lower left. Blood sizzled and flesh was warped and charred from the heat of the saber. The last to die was the mercenary hiding behind the trash. He had already given up fighting, appealing instead in hopes of escaping the same fate as his comrades, but his death was worse. Grimmoris's black mechanical hand closed around the man's skull. "Where is my holocron?" the sith asked. The hydraulics in his arm were already moving with the whirl of gizmos that applied pressure on the man's head. The man offered only a gurgling noise as his throat and mouth filled with blood and his skull caved in. Grimmoris wiped his hand against the side of the building, smearing the grey matter and carefully observing the corpse. "Pity. Seems I've need to return and find it myself." His eyes went to his hand and then he turned. "You've been here a good while. Enjoy the show or did you need something?" he asked the person in the shadows. He had sensed him from awhile back, but was rather preoccupied to say anything or much mind it.
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Chaotic_Entropy115 Captain
Hilarious Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 4:41 pm
Dremora looked at the alien, his hood still concealing his face. I see you are rather perceptive. You are trained in the Dark Side too, I see. Who was your master? Dremora sat idly awaiting an answer. The alien was ruthless, as seen in his dealing with the mercenaries he had just destroyed.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 5:11 pm
grιммorιѕ deѕ нarвιnger
eх-ѕenaтor. ғorмer acolyтe. corrυpтιon ιncarnaтe. 'Do you know the origin of my race's name?
Seyton. It is derived from the human language.
In the age of human ignorance, they believed in a being
of supreme evil and corruption. Humans gave us our name
during our first encounter. Blood was shed before words were
even spoken and we emerged from
the battle as the Seyton race.'
- Grimmoris des Harbinger Grimmoris's amber eyes studied the concealed observer with mild interest. The light of his saber had dulled to a bright orange. He disengaged his saber, detaching the two lightsabers and moved away from the bloody mess of his last kill. "I've taught myself for the most part - learned the ways of the jedi and the sith, the light and dark sides of the force in equal shares," he said, though much of this was merely knowledge and had little practical application. "As for my master, I presume you mean the sith who taught me. A name not worth mentioning." He cast a sideways glance towards the carnage on the opposite side of the alley. "The first at least. He was a minor player of no real note and betrayed me. I suppose I learned most of knowledge of the dark side from the other." By the first he meant the traitor who had been his official master and made him an acolyte, but he had taught him little. For the most part, he had refined his skills, but there was another.
Grimmoris looked up, amused though his lipless face could scarcely express the smirk he felt tugging at his facial muscles. This person reminded him of the man in fact. "Never mind," he dismissed it. His eyes settled on the stranger again. The ocular lenses adjusted, focusing and blurring, clearing and concentrating on the figure. "Now, do I get an introduction? I can see you like to present yourself as some big game, but I'm only interested in truth." A single black claw jabbed the air at the figure. "Who are you and what's your interest here? You're not some jedi sleuth." He hissed the final two words as they left his tongue.
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Chaotic_Entropy115 Captain
Hilarious Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 7:41 pm
The Red Sith smirked as the alien, who had yet to identify his name. All you need to know is that I am a direct Agent of the Emperor. Lucky for you, I am not here to kill you. I am here on personal business. Our meeting is by pure coincidence. Dremora shifted his weight and looked directly into the eyes of Grimmoris with his own blood red eyes.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 11:14 am
grιммorιѕ deѕ нarвιnger
eх-ѕenaтor. ғorмer acolyтe. corrυpтιon ιncarnaтe. 'Do you know the origin of my race's name?
Seyton. It is derived from the human language.
In the age of human ignorance, they believed in a being
of supreme evil and corruption. Humans gave us our name
during our first encounter. Blood was shed before words were
even spoken and we emerged from
the battle as the Seyton race.'
- Grimmoris des Harbinger Grimmoris regarded the man coldly. "The emperor, is it? Then its of no consequence to me." He showed slight amusement at the agent's comment however. "Assuming you could kill me. Maybe when I'm in the mood, I'll test your skills myself. For now, I have important business on Coruscant," he said, gazing across the grime-covered ground at the corpse of Davinim. The impact of him striking the wall had collapsed his face and torso to the point that he was unrecognizable. Seeing the lack luster skill of the mercenaries, it could be concluded that Davinim had hired the thugs cheaply and betrayed Grimmoris in hopes of capturing or killing him for the bounty. As to whether he truly ever possessed the holocron, Grimmoris would have to leave for Coruscant to ascertain whether or not he did. If he had any contact with the Republic, he could have sold it to them for the money to pay the mercenaries. He had likely thought to make a small bit of credits from the holocron, pay some mercenaries to kill Grimmoris and then offer up his head to the Republic for the bounty. That seemed likely, given Grimmoris's knowledge of his old contact.
The sith shrugged past Dremora, returning back into the sea of people that flowed towards the New Quarter. Grimmoris offered little thought on the emperor's agent. He knew nothing of the emperor other than some old intel and rumors and was satisfied to leave things buried as they were rather than snoop. Likely the agent had been drawn by his sense of the force the same as Grimmoris had learned of his existence long before their meeting. Those in close enough proximity could sense other force users. Grimmoris could only continue as he were and would most likely not meet nor deal with any of the emperor's agents again. He had enough trouble with the Republic without the emperor's interference in either case.
As he returned to the hangar, he directed the droids to prime the engines. His supplies were on board, provisions packed away, and his destination set. "Set our course for Coruscant," he had informed the droids, who set in the coordinates. Grimmoris's earlier contact arrived shortly after, offering two new schematics that the sith had previously requested and the man withdrew into the crowd.
[departure from Tatooine]
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Chaotic_Entropy115 Captain
Hilarious Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 12:47 pm
Dremora watched as the alien's ship lifted off to leave to Coruscant. Hm... Coruscant... It would be wise of me to take a mental note of this encounter... After doing such, he left to return to where his ship was. His fleet was waiting in orbit of Ziost, and Dremora felt the need to return to Korriban. Perhaps the Force was telling him something, but he wasn't too sure. His sixteen soldiers regrouped at the hangars, and they all boarded their ship. Once everyone had boarded, the three starships lifted off and made way to Ziost.
((Exit to Ziost Space))
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 12:25 pm
[Enter from Tython]
The small transport carrying the four Jedi landed in one of the soaceports, and the first one out was Roddy. The first thing he saw were two Zeltron women-- twins, actually-- in skimpy clothing. They both looked the handsome young Jedi over and gave inviting, flirtatious smiles. Ordinarily Roddy would have been as smooth and suave as ever, and would have flirted with both girls at once. Now, however, he had a Padawan and a lifelong friend who was just as attractive as those two Zeltrons, so he didn't actually do anything except give them a bashful smile.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 12:39 pm
The second to follow from Roddy was Cera. She absolutely despised places like this. Places that are smelly, hot, dirty, and a place filled with criminal low lives. She sighed and then noticed the two women looking over to Roddy. She placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head slowly. Though she was surprised that he didn't just go with them and leave the others behind. Perhaps maybe because she was there? It didn't even matter to her, she was used to it.
"Gah, I hate this planet. It just had to be on this planet," she whined as she folded her arms and sighed.
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