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 Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 1:33 pm
((Now to get back to breathing life back into this corpse.))
The original spraying had knocked out half of the workers of the tibanna plant. The spraying of the nanites had worked as Nakara had expected, attaching to flesh and quickly absorbing through the skin, shocking the muscles and neurons into spasms and seizures. Those affected curled up into the fetal position, their mouths curled up into that ugly grin which stretched from ear to ear… literally.
The remaining survivors were quickly huddled together. Various blast doors stood between them and that insane bird that dumped that gas upon them. Huddled together, only the few who had the urge to flee had survived. The monitors inside the main control room that kept the plant floating in the air showed the few who resisted shooting at the dark sith, who promptly used the lightwhip to end each person in a different fashion. Noticing a camera, the sith felt the urge to taunt the survivors more. Pulling out his vibropike, the view was blocked for several moments, until the gruesome visage of a head on a pike flooded the monitor.
“To those of you still inside, let my buddy here tell you something,” the shi’ido told the camera. Manipulating the face, the head began to speak.
“Surrender! It’s the easiest way to get ‘a head’ in life! I could have been the ‘head’ of this tibanna platform! Where should you go? ‘Head’ towards the exit and open the door!”
“That’s enough, master. Any more and you’ll become corny,” the kushiban stated flatly.
“You ruin any show I have. Unless you want me to use you for my next magic act,” Nakara returned quietly, growling. The message given by the head had done its job effectively though. The first blast door had opened. The locks on the second opened, though the sound of a blaster could be heard echoing through the air vents.
“Did you hear what I heard?” Nakara asked.
“Seems we’ll have to take out the leader. He has a good head on his shoulders,” Kawaii responded, passing the joke onto Nakara.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 1:32 am
" She's my personal attendent. Her job is to make sure I have everything I need. Of course, I share my comforts with her and the rest of the staff, so they know the joys of various pleasure. " Siren said, as if hinting at something. " Now, as for the holocron you have there, it doesn't seem to like me as much. A shame really, but... "
Suddenly, her comm came to life. From it came the voice of her police chief. " My Queen, we've found the terrorist hideout. "
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 9:01 am
Obroa-skai
To be awoken by the high pitched squealing alarms of the hyperdrive system was definately NOT the best way to start your morning. Katarra woke with a snort, sitting bolt upright in the altered bunk in the captain's quarters. Her head abruptly smacked against the upper bunk and she howled in pain as bright white lights danced before her vision in the darkened room. She sat there for a moment, her eyes tightly closed as she took deep breaths to calm the throbbing pain on her forehead. But eventually she staggered to her feet, feeling for the light switch with one large paw.
The lights came on with a flicker of dated illumination grids ready to go out at a moment's notice. The warning sirens continue to blare loudly to her sensitive ears, and she barged through the door, running towards the cockpit. She didn't have long to figure out what was going on, as her sensitive nose picked up a key scent almost immediately. Something was burning. One glance at the panels told her everything she needed to know. The hyperdrive was burning out, and the ships course was fluctuating. The stars all around her seemed to spin in odd directions, glimmering with instability as the hyperdrive tried to hang on. She didn't risk it. One quick move of the lever brought the ship abruptly out of hyperdrive, as she punched the engines off, and glanced up to see that the fire suppression systems weren't engaging.
She growled, and wedged her large hand up into the emergency panel, and yanked a cable. Immidiately the ship shuddered and groaned, as she vented the fire by depressurizing the engine componants. But it wasn't enough. One glance out the window told her everything she needed to know. She was in deep trouble. She had popped out of hyperspace too close to a planet's gravitational field. Normally she would have bypassed such things, but the moment the hyperdrive malfunctioned, her course had drifted too close.
Cursing wildly in her native tongue of Shiryywook, Katarra grabbed the controls and tried to pull the ship out of it's nose-dive. But whatever had happened to the hyperdrive must have also damaged her sub-light engines, as they refused to obey her commands. She could only watch with a sinking sense of horror as the ship spun wildly through the atmosphere, heading towards the planet surface. Thank goodness she had upgraded her shielding lately, or she well could have been fried before now. This bought her a few precious seconds to re-wire some controls under the cockpit's steering colomn.
There was a good and bad reaction as she snapped a cable. The good, the engines finally disengaged from their burn cycle. The bad, they shut off completely and the entire ship went silent. Katarra wildly punched the ignition button, to no avail... the engines were dead. And the planet was fast approaching.
She gripped the flight control tightly with both hands, and pulled up hard. It barely made a difference from the downwards plunge, as she watched the blue-white surface of the planet spiral closer to her. However, as it seemed certain death was approaching, she could see a minute difference in her trajectory, as slowly the ship began to level out. She hung on tightly, unblinking as she roared in challange at the planet trying to claim her life. Not today! But she still had to land without exploding.
As the surface of the planet neared, she found to her relief that her situation was not as dire as she'd thought...then again it could have been better. All around her lay glittering frozen tundra, mountains in the distance, and an open wide flat space of ice beneath her, solid looking, but she wasn't sure it would hold her ship. She steered towards the shore in the distance as the ship slowly came closer to the ground, inch by inch, still at a tremendous rate of speed. She braced herself, pushing both feet against the floor and lowering herself to take the hit.
The ship plowed into a snowdrift, bounced off it, and into the next... and a third... before plunging nose-face down in the snow, engines hissing dark black smoke that had followed her entire descent, leaving a clear trail across the ice-blue sky. Anyone watching would easily be able to trace her path here.
She woozily lifted a head, and glanced around. The snow had helped absorb some of the impact, and she gingerly felt her head. There was a lump on her forehead where it had struck the steering colomn, but no blood. Wookiee skulls were tough, so she was certain she was fine. Still, she sat there a moment, gasping deeply at the rush the plunge had given her.
A quick examination of the ship showed her that it was still in one piece. She had landed in a soft patch without ice, thankfully. Now, the only question was, where was the nearest civilization. The nav computer refused to engage at first, then finally it turned on with a bleep. She did a quick scan, and located a structure not far from her crash site. The question was, would it have means to help her?
She didn't waste time. She powered down, went and grabbed her vest-coat and donned her belt and cloak, then started out into the snow, heading in that direction, her white coat blending in perfectly with the snow all around her, though the dark brown cloak stood out boldly, making it easier for anyone to spot her, as she strode out with bowcaster on one shoulder, and purpose in her eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 9:28 am
((This should've been posted sooner, but someone delayed me... stare ))
The Bathurst had limped its way back into friendly space. The win at the station had levied a hefty fine. Two pilots dead, six fighters in need of serious repair. Mostly, the jedi ace who had flown the squad to safety was rather distraught at the late arrival of the reinforcements. They had been told to blow the station; instead, right as they completed their job, the backup had arrived. The backup which technically should never have came.
Still, meditation had at least some uses. Ritt’s initial annoyed response by the lack of information about the fleet movements was easily calmed. Deaths were bound in every war too, so he shouldn’t worry too much. But he had lost two of his pilots; two of the best had been needlessly wasted when Stryder could have easily reinforced the station with some extra fighters, rather than keeping that bomber squadron just sitting there. Perhaps it was just a logistical error. Ritt hoped that was the case, though he had his suspicions. He was known as a wild card, an unstable jedi whose master had not paid nearly enough attention by his master when he needed it. It was the general consensus of most jedi that Ritt would be the next casualty… if not the next traitor.
“Why… do… they… question… my… loyalty?” he said, practicing his lightsaber kata. Flips and twists of the Ataru style made the blue rod dance around his body. Ten remotes fired, rarely coming close to their target; the few that were close reflected by the blade itself. Ritt had known that his style was flawed against blasterbolts and numbers. He knew that he was weak in closed spaces. He knew he was impulsive, he was young. And that’s why he practiced so hard to overcome those weaknesses. What more could he do but his best though?
Drawing the blade back and shutting it off, the remotes returned to neutral. Ritt breathed heavily, his muscles ached from the last nine hours of practice. Many had urged him to change his style to shien and/or djem so. But Ritt felt too much energy for the change to happen.
“Stryder doesn’t try to make the effort to know those whom he kills. Why doesn’t he understand I do?” Ritt said, before realizing his own emotion. A deep breath calmed him down a bit. “I’m sorry Stryder. It’s not appropriate to speak so rudely behind your back. But what can I do? The only brothers I have are my wingmates.”
With a sigh, his strength had returned, his blade re-ignited. “There isn’t a jedi who calls me brother and means it…”
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 10:03 am
((my bad xp ))
The beautiful Lady Maliss, as she enjoyed being called, stared at the opponent opposite her. Blades ignited, the formalized Shii-cho duel had been practiced a hundred times before. An Amazonian warcry let loose from Sonya’s red lips, matching the two blades’ color as they clashed.
“Do you have to be such a noisy combatant?” the devaronian woman asked, blocking Sonya’s overhead strike.
“Do you have to complain so much?” Sonya asked back, stepping back to re-adjust her black tunic and he baggy pants.
“Having a wardrobe malfunction?”
“I stole these from your own closet, Sandriss. I’d say they fit well, but they’re a bit tight in the chest and rather baggy around the waist,” Sonya spat, “Maybe you should duel more often, because that cellulite isn’t helping your speed any, you two-bit whore!”
Striking home, Sandriss had enough of this snobby woman, letting forth a blast of lightning. It was poorly aimed, and Sonya easily jumped up and away. Sandriss, not to be one to lose an opponent so easily, charged after her.
“You kriffing rancor b***h!” Sandriss roared, widly throwing a downward slash. Sonya parried, and gave a force push, knocking her opponent back to the ground. The devarnian opponent coughed, and with the wind knocked out of her. Sonya landed, saber at Sandriss’ throat.
“That’s ‘mi’lady b***h’ to you, maggot!” she shouted, performing a backflip. The blade split the apprentice sith in half, vertically. A nagai male stepped forward, clapping his hands.
“Good! Good! Excellent manipulation and focus, but you left yourself wide open still, on your right side,” he commented. His knifelike features echoed throughout the frame, wrapped in black leather. Sonya untied her belt, letting the tunic split apart. “So you really did steal those clothes too? Kudos on the stealth.”
“Yeah. I meant everything I said, Master Loki,” Sonya returned, giving a slight head bob (she rarely bowed, even to her masters, who rarely enforced it). Continuing along down the hallways on Roon, he continued to lecture on the finer points of lightsaber combat.
Dumb fool, you couldn’t outfence a coruscanti with the arms of a gundark, let alone a decent combatant, she thought. I need a master who can teach me power, and give me the respect I require from the entire Sith Order, not bumbling fools who’s mind is focused upon seeing how much I can bounce up and down for their perverted lust. That’s how I killed that last b*****d, the so-called “lord of fright”. Fresh out of the academy and he winds up with a lightsaber up the a** from me.
“Master Loki, can we pweese take a break from these minor duels? I want to hear another scary story,” she begged, batting her eyes. “One with some really powerful sith, and their legend!”
The Nagai looked at the Umbaran woman. “Well, they say around Huttspace lives an awful shi’ido, a sith whose madness surpasses his unique lightwhip skills and cybernetic genius, by the name of Lord Nakara. They say he once went fishing for sharks on Manaan with the live bait of his master, bound and gagged with but a portable oxygen tank. Claims he was bored, and thought his master spent too much time ‘fishing’ him for answers about his past.”
“His master? Why?” Sonya asked, rubbing the chest of her master to egg him on.
“Well, supposedly the genius loved to toy with the sith, disguising his power levels to ensnare stronger sith,” Loki began, beginning a tale as Sonya absorbed every word.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 8:44 pm
The thoughts of the overseer were truly a delicious moment for Nakara. Draconian punishments and terror which even he had found much of the time as being “cruel” met with a sole statement.
“Now he had potential,” Nakara boomed, letting the body fall to the ground. Surveying the carnage, Nakara made sure that the traitors were all dead and began to consider what the various robots did. Measuring their efficiency was a paramount must to him, as he needed to make sure his products were bound to please those who bought them.
The torch drones were sadly lacking in power, but that was partially due to size of their tanks and lack of pressure. Still, even he had better results from the prying droids, whom also tended to make rather fierce attack drones, ripping the bodies of several workers apart along a beautiful median. Ord Ibanna had met with a quick kill, almost lacking in its normal grace. There was only one thing left to do.
Outside, a small droid held a man over the edge, its arms clamped around his foot. Thousands of meters below, the clouds of Ord Ibanna hid the imagined ground which so few had seen.
“Let’s play a game,” he said, looking at the man with the eyes of red. The body was tossed into the air, while a small speaker played a rather brassy comedic march, as Nakara slapped his forehead.
“It’s a trivia game. Every time you answer correctly, you live! Answer incorrectly, I get the ‘drop’ on you,” Nakara said, wickedly laughing at the man’s fate as he floated and spun in the air, suspended by the large repulsorlift droids. He pulled out a series of stones, and announced, “these are special crystal lined rocks which can sense the truth. They are powered by my channeling of the force, and depending upon how they land, they’ll answer true or false. Got that? Wonderful! First question! What was your position?”
“Head researcher, mi’lord!” The man shouted. The small stones fell into a small collection plate, two vertical and one horizontal.
“Good! Am I a sith?”
“N-Naturally, mi’lord. Please don’t hurt me!” The man screamed, begging more and more as he spun faster and faster.
“Do I have qualms about killing people that deceive me?”
“I don’t know,” the man shouted, as the stones fell all vertical.
“Tisk, tisk, you know the answer,” Nakara responded.
“No you don’t!”
“Good!” Nakara said, stopping the man from spinning, but moving the two droids over the edge of the platform. “Now, are you an agent from the council?”
The eyes of the man widened in horror. “No?” The stones fell all vertical again.
“Wrong answer,” Nakara said, snapping his fingers. The human fell, screaming for some time before he disappeared into the clouds and silence. “Well, that solves that. But who to work this plant? Never mind. Just sell it to a company and buy them out instead. Kawaii? Up for the task?”
“Never,” Kawaii muttered.
“Good, get to work! I knew you’d ‘buy’ off on the idea,” Nakara said, laughing as the two stood upon the desolate mining platform, the winds blowing fiercer.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 3:30 pm
Calliga turned to the screen, smiling like predatory animal.
"Oh, good. Hey, Siren...Looks like that worm's mind did hold useful information after all..." The sith remarked, smiling a smile brimming with darkness as he watched the screen.
Calliga let his mind wander to the battle-field to be, alternately contemplating the delights of the destruction to come and the ideas of further... practice.
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The location was desolate, a cold cluster of windswept rocks-this was the place in which Siren's feeble opposition had chosen to mass in it's efforts to defy the sith mistress.
Approaching the rocky splinters of a mountain, Several battle-ready squadrons of Police on hoverbikes moved in on the silent area; a ominous thundercloud rumbled overhead with the characteristic electric wrath that Thule's atmosphere was known for.
A voice crackled over the comm as flashes of blue-white flickered in the clouds.
"Okay. Spread out and move in-Delta squad, you guys lock down that cave and throw some charge sin the trapdoor-"
"Copy that. Visual on the cave...."
"Good. Alpha and Beta teams, take up support. Siren expects this dealt with..."
A comment then whispered through the radio, said by some foolish trooper who didn't know when to keep their mouth shut; or that the transmisions where being broadcast back to Siren's citidel.
"...yeah, we know. Ugh, she's creepy. And if she doesn't get us, that other one of hers will..."
A voice repremanded quickly, slightly shocked by the mumbling.
"Shut Up! Don't talk about The mistress like that-"
"-Alright, ladies, if you're done jabbering, Let's get on with it! Move, Move!"
"Yessir!!"
Repulsor engines shut off and a group of troops dismounted and yanked weapontry from their rides, advancing towards the small cave in the rocks, blaster rifles glinting.
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Calliga frowned, both pleased by the fact that he was feared even after being only on-planet for about two days. But, as he could see and siren likely could as well, that voice belonged to a individual who needed discpline. Calliga moved forwards, tapping the controls for a moment.
"Who was that dissenter...."
A number showed up on the bottom of the display.
Calliga stepped back, glancing at siren.
"Hmm....after this, You'll need to have a talk with ß529...Or would you rather me do it, siren?"
Calliga asked with a shrug before turning back to see the battle start.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:03 pm
" Well, I have something special in mind for after that's all dealt with that I need to take care of, so you can deal with it however you want. " Siren said, not taking her eyes off the screen. " Your help is greatly appreciated, and I'd hate to seem uncaring about it, so upon your return after that's all taken care of, I'll have a little reward for you waiting in your room. As if to hint at what it would be, she then turned to Calliga and teased him a little by rubbing a hand over his chest very lightly. " I'm sure you'll be very pleased with what you'll find. "
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" What's going on? Oh man... They found us. " a man said, looking at a short-range radar system in a room inside the cave. " Alert the rest of the boys. I'll help secure Crazy Train's office. They can't get their hands on the data. " a second man said, shortly before hurrying out of the room and heading deeper into the small base.
As soon as he came in the door, the leader looked up and saw a few men hurrying down the hall with weapons ready, and he realized something was up. " They found us. " he said. " You came in to tell me that, right? " " Yes. " the replied. Without another word, the leader looked to the side at a few other people in the room and nodded to them, causing them to get up and take different positions with blasters aimed at the door. He was determined to not go down without a fight.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 8:29 pm
Calliga looked at siren with a suspitious smile. "I'm sure I would. However, before I can receive any such gifts....properly, I'll need to rest a bit; all this has left me drained. Likewise, I can't teach anyone a lesson like this, either..." Calliga cracked his knuckles.
"if Your troops prove inadequate, I'll go and practice my saber arm, maybe. Don't hesitate if you need me..."
Calliga walked towards the door, opening it and pausing in the threshold.
"-It's more fun when You're happy, I think..."
Calliga then exited and closed the door, standing in the twi'lek's office that came prior to siren's chambers. He looked at the attendant, who was smiling.
"....You hear something..?"
Calliga asked with a slight smirk, flicking his eyes at the door. It was quite likely the...lively goings-on within siren's chambers had reached the twi'lek, at least in part. But Calliga was hardly worried, matters of pleasure seemed to be quite a commodity and a common thing to siren's staff....
if Anything, whatever the Twi'lek might have heard would be more of a advertisement then a shocking secret.
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Booted feet punched footprints into the dusty floor of the cave. Several lights shined from various firearms, and figures in body armor approached the metal hatch on the floor, their weapons ready.
"Prime the charges..."
"It's Done."
"-Fast. On three, drop 'em."
"Got it. The cover us...."
"10-4"
Three troops hovered above the door with grenades of some sort held in their gloved hands, while the rest aimed at the hatch in case of a ambush or attempt to break and run.
"....3!!!"
At the tense voice command on the Comm, the troops at the hatch bashed it in with a few bursts of blaster fire and booted kicks, and evoked several cries from the passage below in doing so. Without waiting for a potentially lethal reaction, the Troops dropped handfuls of grenades and darted back from the opening, with the others in the tunnel peppering the edge of the trap-door with blaster fire to prevent exit.
For a moment, the black orbs of metal lay on the floor of the passage below inert, then began to flash with red lights around their equators.
With a blast of rushing air and lose metal shells, a paralyzing gas, several blinding flashes, and a one or two sonic charges all went off, releasing a numbing assault into the caves, rendering the massing rebels caught within the blast all but helpless, unable to use weapons.
"Go, Go, Go-!! Move in!"
Blaster fire and dark uniforms emerged in the haze as Police troops entered the tunnel, weapons flaring.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 5:34 pm
"Wether you meant it or not is unimportant. There is no Ignorance to a Jedi. There is only Knowledge. You must observe your surroundings before you act." Xrandla stated. He tossed one of the sabers he held at the girl, his harsh face as cold as stone. "Now then, attack me."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:16 pm
Koren knew it wouldn't be easy. He gathered up his wits and made a stealth approach towards the building. He had his explosives in pouches connected to his belt. It wasn't alot, but he wanted to save his good stuff. Besides, this was more than enough to finish the job.
So, latching his helmet's seal and pulling out a large hunting knife, he tucked his weapon hand under his arm and did a crouched run to the walls of the academy. As soon as he was there, he threw himself against the wall and scoped out the entrance to the Academy.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:20 pm
Aurora caught the hilt with both hands; her light blue eyes glanced down at the deactivated saber before returning to look back at Lord Xrandla. She held the weapon at the ready, its unfamiliar weight rested easily in her hands. Her thumb hovering just a hairs breath above it’s activation trigger.
“I was taught a jedi is to use the force for defense, never attack, am I to unlearn all that I’ve learned?” she asked as her thumb depressed the trigger. The snap-hiss of the blades activation and its hum echoed in the room, bathing Aurora’s immediate surrounding from its glowing blade.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:20 pm
“Good news and bad news master,” Kawaii reported several hours later. “I found a willing company who wouldn’t mind taking over our little platform, but its owned by a Hutt. Our dear friend Iz’zap is too rich too really be bought out at this time, and the competition isn’t exactly willing to touch this ‘cursed’ platform of ours.”
“How did he manage to get all the way out here?” Nakara muttered to himself.
“Remember how you needed a sponsor to purchase out the plant originally?” Kawaii reprimanded. “You set up his shipping lanes and everything. You should really pay more attention to what you agree to.”
“Losing the tibanna will make my production lines ‘sluggish’. It sounds about time to make an unexpected trip to our bloated friend. We’ll buy the company out from under him, split the company, and overtake his portion after he finds the venture too costly.”
Kawaii stared at the computer, standing up on his hind legs to put his furry paws on his hips, an obvious sign of disgust. “I know you value that reputation of insanity, but where are we going to get the money to finance this insane plan, Master? Not to mention, he’s bound to figure out that something’s amiss when all the available stock is bought up, and none too pleased when he realizes he’s losing one of the biggest commodities he can sell on the black markets. Tibanna in a war? It goes faster than a person through a hungry aklay.”
“We’ll just copywrite tibanna then,” Nakara casually responded. “Nothing difficult, just distract the audience long enough so the big show isn’t seen before the premiere. As for the monetary compensation, we’ll wager the sith academy. Unless you want to try dealing with the Domino syndicate.”
“I’ll deal with the Domino syndicate. If I fail in three days on planet, you can put your insane plan into work. If we can control both factions, it could prove useful in the future, Master. You’ll be free to aquire the deed to the sith academy without needing to worry about a timetable with a hutt as well, so you can have fun with the trainees there,” Kawaii added.
“If you succeed in that, we’ll take a trip to your home planet,” Nakara retorted, turning the screen off. “A good little bit of ‘R&R’ would do you good. Recovery and Research, that is…”
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:40 pm
“What do you mean, we can’t go to the academy on Nal Hutta?” Lady Maliss asked. Almost immediately, she backed off in spite of her disgust with the gesture. Her master had only finished telling the story and she had known exactly whom she needed instruction from. However, her master had seen through her intentions, and was barely resisting the urge to kill her.
“You simply want to go there to find Darth Nakara. That twisted clown is a failure as a sith. He’s aided the jedi and constantly toys with the council. Just last month he infiltrated their chambers and almost got away with impersonating another member,” Loki responded.
“And how did you manage to get the information on what went down that day?” Sonya asked, intrigued at her master’s knowledge about what went on. “If the council meets in secret, how are you able to know such details, Master Loki?”
“Between actually watching that bird fly out of the chambers and getting called by that blasted cybernetic freak Cyneticus to hunt down Nakara for revenge, I’m not entirely blind to what happened,” the Nagai muttered, spitting out words as though they were poison. “Either way, he’s not a person you should be wanting to see. He cannot die; despite the large bounty on his head, he welcomes the assassination attempts because to him it is all but a big game. He enjoys it so much he was the one that actually put up over two million credits on himself, just to toy with our assassins. You’d die the second you got there. I should let you go kill yourself, and save us the hassle of your pathetic whining. I see a more profitable path for us though.”
“Why would someone put a bounty up on themselves? And if he’s so powerful, wouldn’t the person who slays him be revered as one of the most powerful sith in the galaxy? Sounds like a perfect womprat race to climb the ranks to me,” Maliss said, a verbal thumbing to her master.
“Poisoning, explosions, falls, blastershots, stabbings, gassings, electrocutions, orbital bombardments, and drownings have been ineffective, just to name a few. I know better than to go hunting for him, a suicide mission indeed. I’d like to learn the secrets of power before blindly rushing in, unlike my lord, who so wishes to destroy Nakara so his computer creations aren’t rivaled in the galaxy. The council would pay Nakara for his drone fleets, but they even fear dealing with a rogue devil such as himself,” Loki replied, leading his apprentice to her chambers.
“I think I understand why everyone hates him so much, mi’lord,” She lied. As her master gave her a quick look, he closed the door to her room and stomping off. Sonya, however, had other plans to get off planet.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 10:35 am
The broadband cycled through several sequences until locking on to the right frequency. And it jammed it.
The specter vanished, the nanites rendered inert due to the loss of their activation signal.
Cene chuckled to herself. "Indeed. You're nothing at all."
With that the Mando woman drew her fire knife and carved on the shield, hacking out a biohazard symbol on its surface before chucking the damn thing in the nearest garbage masher.
Let the Sith worry about Sith matters. Next time she saw the sawed off little sithling, she'd simply blast him.
Now, she had other matters to attend to.
The Mando woman strode off back to her ship for some sleep. It would soon be time to look for another job. She would need the rest.
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