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 Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 9:47 pm
Epoch Wren - Cockpit
Wiping the tears from her eyes she met his gaze, her eyes intense, almost willing him to succeed. As she watched the small object rise and remain steady she again smiled brightly. Tucking a stray strand of her ginger hair behind her ear, "Now, you must learn to control it!" Have it move - in the direction you choose, at the speed you choose, but close your eyes - feel it, sense it - and I'll be ready to duck! " she giggled
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 5:05 am
MustafarMauler Outpost
Jayul dropped to his knees, he doubled over in pain. The lightsaber had pierced his liver, and the only saving grace for Jayul was that the weapon had cauterized the wound as it caused it. He wasn't really as damaged as he wanted the Master to believe, he'd sustained far worse injuries and been expected to continue for weeks at a time before he would receive treatment. What Jayul wanted was to draw the master in for a kill stroke.
It worked! The Jedi wasted no time in raising his saber to try and remove Jayul's head. Before he could swing the final stroke, a flash of silver shot up from under the cape that Jayul wore. The two remaining ghostsabers shot up driving their emitters into the master jawline with a resounding crack! Fast reflexes pulled the master away, just in time too, as both sabers then ignited. He stared in astonishment at what he was seeing, and what he was beginning to feel.
The searing pain in Jayul's abdomen focused his mind again. He was here and now; in this very moment, and the force was with him. He rose to his feet, and his aura pulsed like a rancor's beating heart. The master felt himself growing heavier, and the aura that rose off of the sith before him was causing it. He attacked Jayul again, wary of the two floating sabers that slowly circled Jayul. The master's movements were suddenly sluggish, his own body began to hold him back.
Jayul now went on the offensive. He attacked with his own saber, and shifted his ghostsabers into advantageous positions before activating them. The master retreated into a sloppy version of soresu, obviously he never deemed it worthy to train that form. But he managed to keep himself defended as he was pushed back across the cantina. Every stroke was harder to block, every stroke hit harder. The ghostsabers were almost impossible to read, they struck without warning; and floated about as easily as a leaf on the wind.
It was then the master realized his folly, he felt it again. This man before him, no the monster he faced, was pure destruction. He drew upon the darkside the way a master Jedi drew upon the living force. The longer he fought the stronger his opponent became, and there was no end to it. The fear he felt was an infection; worsened by the aura that made his body so very heavy.
His lightsaber was knocked from his hand, the hilt clattered to the floor. Jayul thrust his palm out with a force blast so powerful it blew the durracrete wall of the cantina away. The master went with it, tumbling into the ruble. Slowly he pushed himself up, and only then did the realization of what he had done set in. Bodies were strewn all over the street, bodies he ordered killed. In that final moment of defeat, he found clarity, and he round redemption... short lived as it was. The ghost sabers hovered before him, the weight of his body too much for him to lift; his force powers were spent, and he was about to die.
"You are too powerful, others will come. What I did... I'm sorry..." He hung his head in shame and accepted his fate...
"Sorry? You slaughtered a thousand of my followers and you tell me you're sorry! You invited death here, it's time you two met." Jayul approached the master and prepared the execution .
"There is no death, only the..." Jayul's blade came down and removed the master head. At the same moment two more blades pierced his chest and protruded out of his back.
His people aveneged, Jayul left to return to his citadel; there was nothing left for him here now. He felt a great pain in his chest, and knew only master Xed would have the wisdom to help him now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 11:23 am
Pure Neimodia- The Dancing Dreeka.
Stokli sighed "Look, you don't have to worry about people finding out from me. Being Subtle is kind of what I do. Just help focus on the job. Remember, we don't get a thing if we cant find it...." He took a sip of his drink, deciding that if this should end badly, that there was no way to avoid confrontation.
He would need to even the odds, and fast. He supposed that he could hire a mercenary but that would be hard to hide. He'd need to find some other way to beat her. Something simple and Subtle. A guaranteed Ace in the whole so to speak. he palmed the Comlink in his pocket. It was a risky move but he would have to contact his master. He would know what to do.
He tightened his arm wraps, Contemplating his next move. "So, Do you have an opinion about where we start? No matter which one we choose for ourselves, at least one of these sections is left open, and the complex is too wide to split in half. I think it would be smart to find the least likely spot and leave that one for where we meet."
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 12:17 pm
Pure Neimoidia - The Dancing Dreeka
A'kire continued to down her food, occasionally peering at Stokhli out of the corner of her eye. Besides the Jawa appearing as if he was somewhat tense, the Twi'lek couldn't make out what the other was up to. As far as she knew, he didn't suspect a thing. All she needed was to keep Stokhli in the dark, and then at the right moment, end him. She grinned deviously while his head as turned, sharp teeth exposed and her fire-orange eyes able to see through the cantina patrons like they were glass.
"Well, we will find it whether the flyboy decides to show or not. You might be small and subtle, but I have a better chance at negotiating. Dancing didn't just teach me moves. I learned to have the customers become entranced by me. Unless you want to go running in there guns blazing, you're going to need a negotiator. Someone like me by your side to make sure you don't wind up face down dead in the sand and lying in your own blood."
A'kire finished her plate and ordered a few more drinks. Although her tolerance was unusually high, the effect alcohol had on her was that whatever cloak she had on to cover who she really was was slowly eroded away bit by bit. Caution was being thrown to the wind. The second A'kire met up with the wookie, she would find out any info she could. All cards were on the table, and nobody's bluff would fool her despite how good it was. She turned to the Jawa, glancing at the holo map before speaking.
"I'll head to the supplies District. You scout the Shopping District. Meet back here for lunch unless there's another cantina around."
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 2:35 pm
Jedi Cruiser- Thyos Space Port
Flashes of images suddenly circled around the young child, her eyes growing wider as she watched them; they fluttered like butterflies-blue, yellow and green flickering moments in her life. One, in paticular, fluttered right to her--green eyes glancing right back at her. Cari gasps those green-soft-eyes she knew all to well..Her heart clinched and ached. Her tiny hand slowly moving forward to touch this fluttering memory of her Master; as her finger gently touches the invisible light---the memory burst out sending the others to disappear.
The hallway beamed with an unknown source of light, that send a blast of wind in Cari's direction. She shields herself with her arms but as the wind dies down a strong-protective- presence slowly emerged from the light. Cari could feel tears flooded in her eyes, she knew this presence very much, who else could make the Force feel this loving? She takes down her arms and holds her tears--there standing in the light was a tall figure, with two leku waving side to side, from an unknown breeze, a white and brown jedi robe, brown boots, a white belt with a sliver light saber resting comfortably. Green-soft-loving eyes glanced at Cari with a smile perched on it lips.
The jedi calmly walks forward, the light following behind him. He kneels down in front of Cari placing a blue finger under her chin and tiling her head up.
"Do you remember when I first found you..I did the same thing you were so young back then..: He says lovingly as if he were reliving the memory all over again. He gives off a sigh and chuckles sensing his appresnetice's confusion.
"I told you there is no death, only the Force. I will forever be with you."
Cari didn't understand why she could her Master's finger, the warmth from his skin, the softness in his touch. How could this possible?
"I saw you be stabbed right in front of my eyes..How can I feel you?" Her tears could no longer be contained, they burst down her cheeks like water falls. Kraine's smiles grows as he suddenly pulls her into an embrace.
"Yes, you did, and I feel terrible that you had to endure seeing that sight and being in the Sith Base; but I have been with you every waking second after I was defeated. I didn't die Cari..I became one with the Force. You can feel my touch, my embrace because of your memories of me and the Force. Every time you summon the Force, I will be there with you through darkness or light I will be there..You are my padawan after all..No matter what the council thinks. You're the only one who can see me Cari...no one else can just to fill the void if someone ask who you are talking to.""
Cari couldn't help but to smile, she was happy to just to see him and hear his voice again..She feared he would forever be gone from her.
"I want you to know Cari, I used to be Lord X's apprentice, that memory I showed you was real..." She glanced up at him her eyes narrowing a little with confusion..
"Let me explain,..." and right before Kraine could start someone was walking towards them....
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 6:28 pm
Epoch Wren - Cockpit
"Now, you must learn to control it!" Have it move - in the direction you choose, at the speed you choose, but close your eyes - feel it, sense it - and I'll be ready to duck! " she giggled
"You'd better!" Corvin teased, waving his other hand threateningly as though he was going to fling the pin at her, just to see if she'd jump. His scoundrel skills thrived on misdirection, and he was sure he'd catch her off guard with the suddenness of the motion. With his main hand, though, he kept perfect control of the pin. After a moment of laughing at his own perceived cleverness, he did as instructed.
Soon, and with remarkable ease, he was guiding the pin around the room, zipping to and fro, leaning into turns as though it were a tiny version of his own ship, and he a child with a toy. He looked as though the Light Side had washed years of pain off his face in the same way a mechanic would wipe away engine grease.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 6:46 pm
Epoch Wren - Starboard Hold
"ONE-HUNDRED-PER-CENT" SNAFU intoned as the droid approached the Bacta Tank and proceeded to empty it of the used fluid.
Dea'avril noticed that Locolvictum looked to be very much improved by the treatment, and watched as the tank lowered him onto his own feet before it opened. "Welcome back!" she said, tossing him a towel before she went over to the workbench, retreived his newly repaired coat and laid it on the cot next to his gear and the new clothes. She looked over her shoulder at him, one lekku blocking the lower half of her face like a veil as she asked "Feel better?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 7:09 pm
Epoch Wren - Cockpit
(Corvin teased, waving his other hand threateningly as though he was going to fling the pin at her, just to see if she'd jump.)
Calling his bluff she used Force speed and was beside him before he could blink!
"Excellent!"
Her faced visibly glowed with excitement, her green eyes sparkling. She still found it thrilling to awaken the Force in a new user. That's what made her position at Padawan Kesh so rewarding.
Reaching up and grasping the clasp mid-air. "Now you must practice, drawing more and more on the Force, moving larger and more difficult objects." Without moving a muscle a large chest in the corner rose easily into the air and gently landed back in place. She winked at him and placed the clasp in his hand. "For now practice with this. When you have mastered moving objects, we can progress to something move difficult" holding out her hand she raised a small ball of lightning in her palm and then let it fade -smiling her brightest smile "There's still so much to learn"
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 7:27 pm
Epoch Wren - Cockpit
"But..." Corvin said, trying to piece together what he'd already learned, "I don't feel the weight of the pin when I lift it. If the Force is in all things, why would a larger object be any different than a small one? It's not like I'm using my arms..." Against her instructions, he tried lifting the same chest she had, and found little difficulty as he raised it off the floor. "See?"
He beamed with pride, but a puzzled look replaced it a moment later as he saw a ball of lightning coalesce in her hand. "That... however... makes no sense." He allowed himself a moment of distraction, and the chest fell to the ground and opened, pouring out several Tihaar bottles, each labeled in Mandalorian with images of different fruits on them.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 8:52 pm
Epoch Wren - Cockpit
Bursting into a fit of giggles, Elyria walked over and began picking up the many bottles of Tihaar and placing them back into the chest. Looking at him quizzically "Medicinal or mechanical?" smiling and shaking her head.
"We are merely vessels drawing on the power of the Force, It gives us strength and power - the power to heal and the power to destroy, but if overused or misused it can place a tremendous strain on these bodies of ours, and yes we can heal, but it's best to build up gradually and in your case..." laughing softly "focus!"
She closed the lid on the chest and gently Force pushed it into place. Walking over she sat in the co-pilots seat again but turned to face him. "You show a great aptitude in the Force, and a quick Mastery of it's power - with the proper training you could become a great Je'daii. Give it some thought"
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 8:48 pm
This should set the mood.The Corruo in orbit above Coruscant - Main HangarPristine armor glittered in the lighting of the main hangar. Polished whites, reds, and blacks separated into their divisions stood at perfect attention as the landing craft slowed to a stop on the durasteel floor. One could almost feel the immense pride at the military precision emanating from the soldiers gathered. This was no mere Star Destroyer, this was the flagship of the entire fleet. This was the Eclipse-class Corruo, so named by the Master himself who commissioned it. In the old tongue, Corruo literally meant "the destroyer", and the name fit quite well. The landing ramp lowered to the floor as the Admiral and High Lord Esuritio knelt at the foot. Walking briskly towards them, Emperor Rahl motioned for them to stand as they took their positions to either side of him. "Everything is in order and ready for your command to launch, my Lord," the Admiral began, "We have a full complement of Lanvarok fighters and ground assault vehicles along with two Star Destroyer escorts." The Emperor only nodded as he turned to the leader of the Imperial Knights. "How many of your Knights did you bring Lord Esuritio?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:36 am
Epoch Wren - Starboard Hold
Locolvictum grabed the towel in mid flight and started to dry himself while stepping out of the bacta tank.
"Feel better?"
Locolvictum replied, "Much better. If feel ten years younger." He said jokingly. He walked over to where he clothes were laid out for him, the clothes looked like they were newly stiched, "Did you fix my clothes Dea'vril?" He asked holding up his shirt and examining it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:16 am
Epoch Wren - Cockpit
"You show a great aptitude in the Force, and a quick Mastery of it's power - with the proper training you could become a great Je'daii. Give it some thought"
I'd love to learn more about the Force, but I have no interest in getting dragged into a holy war or having my lifestyle dictated to me. That's what he wanted to say, but when he looked into Elyria's hopeful face he was surprised to hear the words "Yeah, I'll think about it." come out of his mouth. Any signs of surprise or confusion in his expression were conveniently masked by another wave of vertigo, as the Wren chose just that moment to drop out of light speed on approach to Tythos.
"That's my cue!" Corvin said, returning to the controls. He brought the ship into a gently decaying orbit as he flipped on the com. "This is Corvin Blanc, captain of the transport vessel Epoch Wren. Elyria tells me you're in a hurry, so I'd appreciate some landing coordinates and clearance."
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:35 am
Epoch Wren - Starboard Hold
"Did you fix my clothes Dea'vril?"
She laughed softly at this. she didn't know whether the bacta had left him disoriented, which was not uncommon, or if his cyberoptic needed an adjustment, but -"I had enough time to fix your coat, but the rest is... new."
The Wren lurched then, a wave of vertigo washing over them as it dropped out of light speed, but Dea'avril stood her ground as gracefully as any sailor well used to rough seas. "Better get dressed." she said. "Looks like we're here!"
She then muttered softly "Wherever here is..." The last time she'd spoken with Corvin, he'd told her they were waiting for Locolvictum to wake up so he could tell them where they were all going, but clearly the Je'daii had changed his mind. Maybe they were hitting it off, she thought, and smiled.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:43 pm
Corruo - Hangar Bay
Lord Esuritio placed his hands behind his back he paced down the Hangar with Lord Rahl.
"I have brought 20 of my Knights, My Lord. These are the Knights that were not so hapless as to cross me after the change in power. They are loyal, steadfast and I have trained them to their limit. However, I sense... A great, untamed power. Attuned to our side... But whether it is on our side is a different matter entirely."
Esuritio motioned for his Knights to follow the batallion of soldiers to the baracks.
He then brushed his cape behind his shoulder pauldrons and proceeded to ask about the mission
"My Lord... What is the objective of the mission?"
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