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 Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 10:13 pm
Calliga smirked and shook his head, though not in disapproval.... For a moment, Calliga leaned close and pleasured Siren with his hands, then dropped to his own knees in front off her.
"tsk tsk. Taking the throne doesn't make you the master, you naughty girl...."
He joked playfully, before leaning close to her.
"I know what you want..."
He said with smile, and then proceeded to return her previous actions, exploring the means in which he could exploit Siren's anatomy to provide pleasure to her; "kissing" her passionately in the location which she was now presenting to him willingly, before furthering the stimulation provided through other side-acts. If she could make him moan; he'd make her scream...
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 6:14 pm
"Stupid apprentice, you don't know who I am," He said, his lightning eminating from the entirety of his body. Simple months of training had accelerated him from a mere novice to one of the most powerful casters of the skill on this half of the galaxy. Hatred is a powerful tool, especially when you have a master like Nakara. Kawaii admired his strength, yes, almost idolized him... almost...
Unleashing a torrent of electricity, his fur that was already black had begun to stand out, emeninating a blue glow. The lightning came not only from his small paws, but also from the tips of his ears and tail, making him look like a strange version of a tesla coil. Kawaii was a small creature, but he rarely used a lightsaber even in combat. His stature left itself more towards agile leaps and dashes, which he used more than effectively to bypass most defenses he had ever come across. He had killed more with his claws and teeth than his saber to date.
"The Master is notorious for being well known, and yet unknown at the same time. I'm sure the 'rumors' circulated to you at the academy. Let me tell you they aren't rumors. They are all true."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 12:34 am
The lightning hit Sonya, as she cried out in pain. Never before had she felt this kind of feeling of pain, of strength, of power... If this was his apprentice, what was the master like. Kawaii's hatred could be seen with the naked eye, almost feral. Sonya wanted this power, this was what she was seeking. If she didn't know any better, she'd give her right arm to be Kawaii's student just to learn his secrets.
The lightning came to an end. The fuzzball had let up, and when Sonya's feeling came back to her hands, and the buzzing in her teeth stopped, she understood why. On her knees, she still would not be eye level with the creature, but it had somehow managed to bring her down all the way below its eyelevel. Sonya did give him credit; while she hated this position with a passion that only a woman could muster, the furry thing was a force to be reckoned with.
"I... Ap... App..... Apologize," she said. Even she was surprized at how it sounded so honest. "I underestimated Nakara's influence. The rumors about him are not true though. They grossly underestimate his power. You are proof of that. I beg you, take me to him. I desire a council with him, and should he reject me, you may kill me, or take me as your own. They say, two are better than one. And your goal is to kill him, same as my own."
While she considered manipulating Kawaii's will, this she wanted to see for herself what the outcome would be.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 6:25 am
The kushiban wasn't entirely enthralled with the idea of taking some arrogant woman along with him to meet Nakara. Or for that matter, even see her again. The master wouldn't like to have such an overt person be admist him, it'd draw far too much attention. But, should the words be true about what she said about her desire to kill him, and follow his orders, she would prove a decent meat shield for him when he sprung his trap. In spite of what he would say about this, though, she was far too much of a risk. She couldn't withstand his barrage, and that was at only half his hatred. But, Nakara could always use more force adept subjects.
"I have buisness to attend to here on planet. We are to meet with a Hutt, and inform him of a tibanna revolt which he may look into. In spite of this, we will also inform the Domino gang of this turn of events. These meetings must proceed as planned, if we are to get any contracts to bolster our holdings. Failure is not an option, so be silent and do as I tell you to. Now follow."
Kawaii led the way back to Az'zip's palace, staying silent the entire way.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 10:11 pm
Still in the shadows and unseen by the Sith, blinded as they were by their own petty squabbles, Pash dedicated the information so freely given to memory.
There was a Sith Master named Nakara, who the small one worked for and for whom the Umbarran sought. He was on his way to inform his Hutt Associate about a Tibanna revolt.
Little snippets as they were, they would provide immensly useful once told to his own master.
Pash continued to Shadow the Sith, waiting for another opportunity for them to reveal information.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 12:07 pm
The Web formation continued to draw close on the Sith Fleet, the Tett Naval force overlapping their fields of fire and pounding the Sith trapped in the net. the larger of the Sith Battlecruisers had been badly damaged and the debris of smaller ships surrounded their formations.
It wasnt a completely one sided victory. The Sith had taken a few Tett Vessels in their misguided attempts at retaliation. But for the most part the Sith were fighting in an unorganized manner, as though poorly led.
Stryder suspected whoever was in charge had been an early casualty. A more dedicated commander would have put up better resistance.
Then the Sith began launching a flurry of lighter craft, Fighters and courier ships pouring frm their remaining carriers.
The Ashala picked on the Light Ship formations and Stryder ordered the Interceptors in to stop the Courier ships before they escaped. The last thing he wanted was for Sith Reinforcements to pour into the system.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 2:03 pm
Having found Kusp's Stronghold, Cene entered in a manner befiting her heritage: She threatened to crush the guard's skulls inside their helmets if they didnt let her pass.
Now in Kusp's hall, the Mando'ade warrioress walked with purposeful stride towards the assembled soldiers who croweded around Kusp's visitors. She pushed her way into the crowd so she could get a good view of this cyber-doc and his borg woman.
She watched the presentation with a skeptical gaze as the cyberneticist extoled the virtues of his products.
She would have prefered her clanmate's IED's to the devices being peddled by the all to eager technician but sacrifices had to be made so she could continue with her personal quest.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:40 pm
Lady Maliss followed the Kushiban, though being silent didn't come easily. She asked several questions, such as "why we helping the hutts?" or "what good would getting the Domino Gang in on this if they are only punks on Nar Shaddaa?" Each question came back with silence, and with this temperment, she realized that Kawaii wasn't doing this for her benefit.
"How should I act in the presence of this hutt, should he offend me or something of the sort? Afterall, I'm not exactly one to take frivolous insults lightly without something to gain."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:07 pm
Safecrackers, system surveilence bugs, remote controlled orbs of explosives, retinal projectors and auto-chroming injections, acoustic enhancers, dampners, Sound amplifiers and silver toungues, laser fingers, digital readouts, flashpacks, vr jacks, micro and macrovision scopes, graphic lockons and auto calculators, smartlinks, oxygen amplifiers, subdermal readouts and computer fashions, even specific weapons and gadgets for adult eyes only, gauntlets with vibroknife edges and disease scrubbers, nematocyst droids and illeococyl syphons. All these items were displayed, garnering various amounts of interest between the potential clientel. Hinting subtly, he even made note of Nubyl and her own cybernetics, pointing out that she could very well upgrade to a far more stronger and better body, should she too find the contract more to her own personal liking.
The reception, despite the weapon enhancements like smartlink and lock-on, which prevented friendly fire and displayed where you would hit automatically in your helm repectively, and the various kits which could easily update the systems found in the neo-crusader armor made little of an impact. The stuff he was trying to let off simply wasn't their style, something he admired, but never respected. He couldn't blame them, because honestly he simply wanted that artifact in the back, though that would come later. Less than impressed clientel, he was escorted back to his ship, and told to leave by dawn, unless specific members of the Kusp clan demanded something which took him longer. It was doubtful, but Ung was kind enough to let him stay, partially influenced by swift talking and a small use of the silver tounge that Nakara was using.
"That went over poorly," Nubyl stated, as the two sat in the shuttle, looking at data.
"We gave it our best, my dear. The Mandelorians are not known for being necessarily the most reliant upon technology. Just look at their installations, somewhat outdated, but totally spartan. Fine products may be better than crude, but as rought as they fight, its not surprizing they only use what proves to be able to take a whipping. Cybernetic technologies are just too small and advanced for them to not be skeptical about." He responded. "Go work on the new data from the subject trials. Keep the audio down. Screams inside a ship are not useful to any potential buisness we may have..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 4:39 pm
Before Cene could get a chance at him, the scientist and his minion returned to their ship.
Forrtunately, it took little effort to determine where the Cyberneticist had parked his shuttle.
As she drew near the ship, she felt a certain uneasy pall around the area but shrugged it off.
Cene apoached the ship and pounded on the hatch.
"Hey, baa'ur!" She called, using the mando word for doctor. "Open up!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 5:26 pm
"Time to move out," Ritt stated, as he pushed his fighter foward to contain the carriers, and Ritt wanted blood. Not a bad combination to get some serious results. Taking out a fighter and his wingman out of the pack which billowed from the hangars, he turned and straffed by the command deck, hoping to use the blasterfire against the carrier itself. Not like it would do much, and the capital ships would do their job soon enough, so it was more along the lines of an insult or taunt than anything else.
A trio of fighters followed him, as Ritt snaked the small fighter across the surface of the carrier fleet, containing them to tight maneuvers and spaces to prevent a good lock on shot. Circling around to the underside, the fighter snapped back laterally, and up through the engines, losing the trio for good. Other fighters were there, so he assisted two or three pilots on his own, but thing just didn't feel right without the rest of the squadron to joke with. Silent on his own comms, he focused intensely on destroying as many of the fighters as he could. They brought this war with them, he would take them down.
Several times he thought about rushing into the hangar and taking the bridge by storm, but that was too impulsive, even for an adrenaline junkie jedi such as himself. Death was on his mind, but he never let himself feel the immortality of his own status. There would be other times, other places to end this senseless violence, and with friends too.
"Gotcha," he said to himself, picking off a trio singlehandedly with little effort. The force was useful against fresh transfers, who had neither the experience or the Force to aid them. It almost seemed unfair, but morals were not a thing to be concerned about in battle, where the only fair fight is the one you lose. Ritt was not in the mood to lose today, either...
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A pounding on the hatch came. Nubyl, safely tucked away in the specific room, wouldn't be a bother to anyone. Her/his research safely hidden, Nakara opened the hatch up, somewhat unused to the garb that was in front of him. It wasn't someone of Kusp's clan, not the traditional Neo-crusader that they wore, but a lighter version. T'were not for the helmet, it would almost strike him as something else, potentially a new form of warrior which would perk his interest none-the less.
Luckily he hadn't dropped his disguise, something which he had long learned never to do until off planet and then some. Still, something seemed off about this one, though he couldn't quite place it.
"You don't look like one of Kusp's warriors, but I'll help you in any way you like, short of leaving the planet."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 5:47 pm
"One of Kusp's warriors? Feh." Cene said gruffly. "They couldn't fight their way out of a wet paper bag. I'm the real deal."
She walked halfway up the boarding ramp, stepping closer to the man and staring him in his eyes. "I'm here to make a few purchases. A few of your gadgets caught my eye. You take hard currency?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 6:10 pm
"Most Mandelorians have that attitude of superiority. But I like to remain optimistic, and honestly, your armor is quite fascinating," he replied, though the act was convincing enough in his eyes to pull off some bumbling scientist. "I'm sorry, got carried away. Yes, hard currency works. The harder the better, but we can discuss that if we get that far. Please, come in come in."
Leading the way, he had the strongest urge to smile, wider than normal, but he fought against it. He led her to the cargo hold of the shuttle, though small and filled with containers galore. Most were unmarked, but he knew enough to keep it going.
"So, what shall it be? The wooing empathic power of the silver tongue insert, to help weasle some extra credits out of your clients? Or perhaps the Banshee upgrade to burst their eardrums with a single yell? Though as a mandelorian, I doubt you need those things. That's what a blaster is for, no? Microvision scopes probably don't interest your tastes either, spotting microsmal toxins and the like. I can also whip up other designs on demand, provided payment up front."
He turned to look at her, making note of her frame, guessing on it. She didn't seem human, but with all her garb on he had little to guess by.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 6:18 pm
"Custom kit." Cene said, refering to her armor as she eyed the containers. "Allows for optimum protection with superior freedom of movement, a throwback to the old personalized cursader armors we used to wear."
She heard him mention the Microvison scope and remembered the incident with the nanites on Obroa-skai.
"Yeah. I'll take one of those Micro-visors. I also heard you have slicing cards and other silent entry devices. Something you can use to bypass security systems and card keyed doors."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 6:29 pm
"I can install the scopes directly into your helm, no trouble, or simply give you a specific scope if you're unwilling to part with it," he started. some buisness was better than none, he guessed. "As for the slicing cards, I do have something else which you may be interested in."
Opening through a canister and rummaging through the stuff at the bottom, he pulled out a small stake, make of nothing but a crystal-like substance, the circutry easily revealed inside.
"Its what I call the 'plunger'. Not necessarily the most stealthy form imaginable, but should you find a door locked, even an emergency blast door, and you need it open, say, for those pesky runners that think you'll need ten minutes to find another route, just plunge this baby into the nearest wall mount and back off. It'll short circuit the panel, but if you can stick it into the hard line, the computer will force any door open. One time only." He was a salesman, so why not try to sell as much as he could.
"I can peddle silly cards faster than you can use them, ICE programs and everything. The Octolock is a pride and joy of mine, but admittedly they are rather large. And I don't suppose you're willing to risk a droid tipping off a security system like with the buglock..." He droned. The act was too easy, but then again, the main show was for tonight. This was the pre-warmer.
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