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 Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 12:15 pm
Nar Shaddaa- Streets into Cantina
Samohet noticed the hushed silence that fell across the bar as the two heavily armored men entered into the room. 'Ha what would these fools do if we actually wanted something from them?' he thought as they , made their way to the booth. His integrated targeting computer gave him a rundown on the basics of the other massive mandalorian. 'Very close and size and mass, though how much does that unnecessary fur weight?'
He let out a low whistle from behind his helmet "Not often do you see a child of the trees in beskar'gam. The name is Samohet. By the looks of this place it seems a strong drink would be out of the question huh?" the feeorin raised his voice for the last bit to try and draw over at least one of the serving droids.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 2:18 pm
*Back on the ship...*
K20-4S: Let's find out what is real and what's bogus in this pile of data...
K20 then pulled some data scanners, he then began to scan the fake data...
*Several minutes and a major finding later...*
K20-4S: Hmph, The majority of the data had to do with the locations of key Sith outposts, but they are fake. It looks like they are trying to have us go further out, so then they can take our base while we aren't there.
*Four more minutes later and another finding...*
K20: This is an easy one. The Emperor plans to attack our base with all of his forces. I'm sure he wouldn't resort to this, because he'd still wants some forces garrisoned at the other outposts.
K20-4S: I should show this to Elyria immediately..
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 2:55 pm
Ancient Akul- Space
Stokhli had just finished his snack when he heard the Togrutas announcement. He grinned. Soon his mission would be done, and he could go home to his master. All he had to do was get away from his new "friends". That shouldn't be too hard, he thought to himself. Davth seemed preoccupied, and if he could lose A'kire in the Neimodian crowds....."I love it when a mission is going smoothly" he hopped of his stool, and headed towards his room. If things got messy he would need to be prepaired. He packed his numerous pockets quickly and quietly, making sure to grab his comlink. Once he was ready he made his way towards the lounge. " maybe that holo table has a chess program...." he muttered. " that always relaxes me....."
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:03 pm
Nar Shaddaa- Street
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Benjamin was getting aggravated, he understood how weird he looked is in his beskar'gam with out his helmet but he was sick of the looks he was getting. He could sense their disgust in hum. Khai assumed that it was because they thought he was faking a Mandalorian. Oh how wrong they were, he was a very special Mando if you asked him.
After several more ugly stares and several more long minutes, he finally arrived at a cantina. Sighing, he debated if he wanted to even go in there. The attention he would draw to himself with out his helmet would be ridiculous. After several long moments of debating, he slowly made his way into the cantina that was oddly quiet for what it was. Not looking around, he took several steps into the building at sat in the closest booth to him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:32 pm
Space - Ancient Akul
A'kire's mind buzzed loudly with thoughts. The Twi'lek Sith was finally teetering on the brink of a meltdown. This mission ahead of her would decide numerous outcomes, none of which would be simple to achieve. She sat cross-legged on her bed as she channeled her own energy deep into her core. Hatred fueled by paranoia coarsed through her veins. The screaming inside her head now fine-tuned into a steady stream of thoughts and ideas all forming a master plan.
The Jawa will most likely want to seclude himself from you or trick you into walking into a trap. Keep both eyes peeled. If he runs, kill him. Don't let anyone on the planet see you if you do. The second one is trouble as well. Keep him in sight. I can't control his thoughts. I can't influence him. I can't read him. Keep tabs on what he does. If he won't work with me, then get him to betray Stokhli or get that sand rat's defenses up so much that he inadvertently spills his true nature. Then you'll have another against him. If the Togruta then becomes preocupied with trying to keep his own eyes on Stokhli, you will have clear access to that holocron. Lie to everyone. Trick them. Do not let anyone figure you out. Failure is not an option. Kill whoever stands in your way.
Her thought process was temporarily interrupted by Davth's voice over the comlink. The time had finally arrived. A'kire uncrossed her legs and stood up, double checking that everything and anything she needed would be on her person. Taking one last look at her vibrodagger, she secured it to the side of her leg where it would be hidden just as her saber was. With her mind focused on the objective and her defenses up, she exited her room, walking towards the lounge where she noticed Stokhli examining the holo-table. Just seeing him made her blood boil. Every step in the Twi'lek's plan had to be executed perfectly or it would fall apart before her eyes. It was now or never. That holocron would be hers and she would shed as much blood as needed to ensure she was victorious.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 4:10 pm
Nar-Shadda-Jedi Cruiser:
Cari giggles in the gentle embrace rubbing her face in the Master's lovely garment. Once she was settled down to the ground, she takes Master Stone's hand and nods eagerly, the sound of food was appealing. The Sith didn't give her anything, but scraps; but the Force kept her alive during those hardship times. Master Kraine taught Cari how to get in touch with the Force through her environment, and although, her environment was dark..it kept her alive.
"I would love to have something eat. I can't remember when was the last time I ate something warm and juicy..maybe it was when... Her voice trails off for moment as if a memory came but it flickered away and she shakes her head, " Even the Sith, sadly, eat food of darkness, those in the Base hardly ate anything at all!" She folds her arms to her chest in complete confusion, " We have War against our brotheren of the Dark, and yet, I wonder if there more Je'daii who feel sorry for the Sith. They walk in a blanket of lies, greed, and other emotions.They love and yet hate. They protect and yet destroy. Must we kill every Sith, or those who tread our path?"
Her young mind was so eager to understand about this war, a war she was taken away from all those years ago, ten to be exact.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 4:39 pm
Space - Nemodia system - Ancient Akul
Davth was still stretched out on his bed eyes rapidly darting from one side of his head tot he other. His mediation was fueled by his own imagination, possible out comes, mistakes, unknown factors, incredibly impossible occurrences were rushing through his brain. After some time had passed he managed to narrow the possible outcomes down to four, each with varied endings. The Togrutta sat up on the bed feet touching the ground as he sat looking at the well decorated wall.
'Situation one, someone finally checks their blasted messages and I can coordinate from there. Proceed with plan to split up, use my time alone to relay data to them and make this a quick and clean get away.Will require the abandonment of my team, but they are resourceful.' he extended one finger as if to lock in this scenario. 'Situation two, no response received, carry out mission as previously planned. Split up, hunt down this smuggler, perhaps join him and take a larger cut by avoiding three way split. Possibly betray him after the fact, but spend credits for the greater good perhaps on donation to medical research or supplies.' again he extended a finger. 'Situation three, continue plan as laid out in lounge. We all gather what information we can, share it amongst ourselves. This will be tricky, Stokes seems to have his own plans may possibly steal holocron himself and claim we are to late, the same can be said about A'kire her recent attempts to forcibly persuade you on to her side can not go ignored. This has more possible outcomes that I would care to..' his thought process was interrupted by a flashing light and the sudden appearance of a console in the wall. A star map appeared and indicated they were now in the proper system.
With a satisfied smirk he slid the communication disk from his pocket this was going to be his last attempt before he and his companions split. "... Location of rare artifact found.." it was short and sweet and should get his point across. In an instant he had returned the communicator to its hiding place and began to look at himself in the mirror. "Looking good there Davth old boy." he smiled at his reflection and with a wink began to make his way out into the commons.
"Alrighty folks we are in the Neimoidia system, Stokes if you would be so kind as to take us in for a landing, we can begin our hunt." He smiled the same foolhardy grin he had on earlier before he started to make his way towards the cockpit.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 5:41 pm
Nar-Shadda- Space Port
Locolvictum was looking at the various ships that were docked at the station. Wondering from each one and stareing at each of them intently. "There are too many ships here, I'm not exactly sure which one to look at first." He said out loud. He scratched his head and wondered if he would be noticed if he tried to reach out through the force to find his destination. Deciding that it was worth the risk, he closed his eyes and started to reach out through the force up and down the star port.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 6:24 pm
MustafarCitadel of the Mauler
Now
"Arghhhhhh!" Another scream rose up from the bowels of the citadel. The rabble that lived, and worked there were all shaken by the haunting sounds. A miasma of darkside energy had risen up shrouding the citadels exact location as something sinister was happening at this very moment.
Over the last year Jayul had been gathering a following of force sensitive vagabonds, and loyal sentient beings. Those who had a strong affinity for the force were given a reasonable amount of training, though nothing extensive. By now the cult of the Mauler had a following fifteen hundred strong.
In the belly of the citadel, in what had once been a medical chamber. Now a Yuuzhan Vong embrace dominated the facility. Inside that embrace... Jayul. Lord Trull stood watching over the procedure. Trull's pet was resting in his arms, watching the scene with curiosity. The embrace shifted only slightly, but that little bit was enough to nearly rip Jayul's joints apart. He screamed again, lost in the pain of his experience.
Only hours before Jayul was told he would be getting marked today, though he did not understand what that meant. Now he did. There was a pop as his other shoulder dislocated in the embraces grip; sending a new wave of agony through his body. The embrace moved at the direction of Huurgen, who was using it to restrain Jayul while he applied the sith Tattoo's that had been planned for Jayul since his infancy.
Searing hot needles were dipped in a special paint before they were stabbed into his flesh one by one. The needles remained in his flesh once applied, and would stay there until more room was needed for the procedure was complete. As Huurgen finished a particular marking, or needed to shift his view to another angle he tickled the embrace causing it to move Jayul into a more ready position. Somehow the embrace always seemed to know the most inconvenient way to move Jayul to make his body more accessible.
Steam rose from his flesh as needle after needle was injected into his body. Screams would continue for many more hours to come. Marking Jayul with his Sith tattoos would be an arduous task. His black skin made traditional tattoo's unavailable; but Huurgen had found an ancient tome that described a variation of the markings for just such an occasion.
Another tickle, anther shift, another pop, and another scream! His life had devolved quickly; Jayul was once a leader, and a warrior. He was the vessel of an ancient Dark Lord of the Sith; now he was nothing. He had no body, and he existed only as pain. The procedure took hours longer and the embrace was as unforgiving in the end as it was in the beginning.
As the tattooing neared it completion, Jayul's lifeforce began to slowly fade. Trull only watched as 18 years of work suddenly, started to drift away. This was not allowed! He reached out and an arc of lightning erupted from his fingertips to course through Jayul's body! The jolt returned focus to him, though Jayul had to pull the will to endure from the very force itself!
The final needle was placed, and the tattoos were almost done. A final incantation, to finish the ritual was all that was needed. Trull and Huurgen started it. Jayul's scream finished it!
A new type of pain exploded from his body. The embrace no longer mattered, nothing the creature could do would match the pain he now felt. As he screamed the pressure that he always exerted through the force intensified. The force felt as though it was being sucked into the Zabrak in his scream. His voice reached it's peak, and then he was done; and unconsciousness took him. The release of force energy at that moment was tremendous. The entire citadel shook, to the very foundations. Mustafar's tectonic plates were impacted and earthquakes rocked much of the planets surface.
The force explosion shone out like a beacon, decimating the miasma that had kept the citadels location a secret. It would reach out throughout the galaxy; and those who could touch the force felt a chill. Those trained in it understood.
There had been a disturbance in the force, a very dark, and very terrible disturbance...
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 7:23 pm
Nar Shaddaa - Cantina
Kad chuckled lightly at Samohet's comment. "Aliit ori'shya tal'din, ner vod." Most people were shocked when Kad told them that Dryak was actually his brother. Kad's parents had adopted the Wookiee in the traditional Mandalorian manner. Species never mattered to Mando'ade.
As a serving droid timidly approached their booth, Kad looked up and saw another figure enter the cantina. By the looks of him, it was another Mando. Kad ordered himself, Dryak and Samohet a drink, somthing as close to tihaar as this cantina had. He thought a moment, then ordered another. "Take that one over to the other man in armor." As the drinks were delivered, Kad raised his glass and nodded over at the other Mandalorian at the other table. "Haili cetare!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 8:04 pm
Nar Shaddaa - Cantina
Samohet nodded before adding on himself "Gar serim, vod is vod tal cui ogir’olar" the feeorin undid the seals on his helmet as his brother ordered the drinks. The scaled tendrils rolled down to his shoulders as he set the helmet on the table in front of him.
He was ready to throw the drink back when he heard Kad call out to another. The massive man turned looking over his shoulder. He smiled and nodded "Tion'ad hukaat'kama?" a small smirk formed as he saw some of the patrons shift uneasily at the Mandalorian shouting in their own language. Kixc waved the other man over to join them.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 9:31 pm
Coruscant - Sith Temple - Throne Room
Dark shapes materialized from the shadows and knelt at the foot of the steps leading up to the throne. "What is thy bidding, Master," they asked, heads bowed. The demonic grin still on the face of the Dark Lord, he responded, "Assemble the Black Watch. We go to Mustafar."
The Black Watch was the legendary personal guard force to the Emperor himself. They were seldom seen although kept a constant presence around the Master, always at his beck and call, ready to die for him at the blink of an eye without hesitation. Taught by Nohgri, they were shadows constantly seeking out and neutralizing any threats to the Dark Lord.
Rising, they clapped a fist to their heart in salute and faded back into the shadows. Once they had left, Rahl clicked a button on his throne sending a summons to Lord Esuritio. He would have need of the Imperial Knights as well.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 10:20 am
Nar Shaddaa - Je'daii Cruiser
Elyria pulled the child close as a chill ran through her body - she felt a great disruption in the Force - and a Dark one it was! She knew Cari was very Force sensitive and feared for the child
Getting the child settled at the table - a hot fresh meal in front of her
I must go little one - don't worry - we will not let the Darks Lords take you!
Making her way to the control room she switched on her communicator
"Ka'all - did you feel that! We must hie back to Tython, gather whoever is left on Nar Shaddaa - I fear a Great evil is approaching - I'll meet you there!"
The droid was at the ship's computer sifting through the intel they had taken from the Sith base
" KS-20 what have we found?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 1:39 pm
Screaming Phoenix- approaching Neiomodian space
An alert came up signaling the ship's approach to their destination so Lowrak thought it best to inform Kad of what was happening, "You better get ready, we are approaching where that ship is apparently going", he didn't know where they were going but saw the planet and was surprised, neiomodia? what the hell are they doing going there?
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 6:04 pm
Space over Nar Shaddaa
The on-board computer quickly translated the beeps and whistles coming from the compartment behind the cockpit. "Coordinates for Tython locked. Hyperdrive systems ready. Incoming transmission from Master Stone."
Hearing the message, Ka'all quickly sent his response, "Already on my way Elyria, I'll meet you at Padawan Kesh." With that, the small fighter's engines lit up and blasted away in a blink.
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