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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 11:42 pm
After going around the commonly seen parts of the building, Siren led Calliga down to the underground section beyond a " Restricted Access " sign and other such warnings. In this area, a darker mood was set by the lack of pleasant decor. In its place was a prison style of setup. This was where anyone Siren wanted to personally make an example of would end up.
A guard waited by a locked door. Upon Siren's approach, she said, " Everything's setup and ready, my Queen. " as she slid her card in to open the door. Once inside, 2 adjustable tables were set out, both prisoners strapped to them, naked. Beside each table was a small tray of various items with which to do all manner of horrible things to them. While there were a few tools of pain, the assortment also included such things as feathers and less violent means to torment someone.
Her attention came to the rebel 1st. " So, you think I'm not suitable to rule over Thule, do you? That you're some kinda 'liberator' for an oppressed people? Well, allow me to show you just how I treat my subjects. "
A few moments went by with Siren tormenting the rebel with a feather, followed by a few touches similar to what she did with Calliga to stimulate his mood, only she wasn't as teasing as much as forceful this time. A few moans and screams so came about, and Siren could sense the woman wouldn't last through it all.
" Oh dear, it seems I'm going to be too much for you to handle like this. We better do something about that. " she said, grabbing a syringe filled with a specially made tolerance booster designed for just this type of action. " This will make sure you feel every sensation as much as possible without any worry of any numbness from physical fatigue. Try to enjoy it. " she said with a sultry, teasing laugh that gave a hint of sadism.
Siren began to toy with the rebel again, who was kept in a constant state of excitement and euphoria so intense it was overwhelming. Just at the moment she began to enjoy it, it stopped and Siren began with the other prisoner, doing almost the same thing.
The next few days would be like this for them. They would not suffer any physical scars or the like, but what they were going through would prove to be an effective incentive to never question or go against Siren again, as despite the lack of blood, broken bones, or bruises, the torture was just as real as any other.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 3:28 pm
You Will Never Be A Man
Takamura lowered his head as the saber hovered above his shoulder. "There is no-" he was cut off as the wookiee grabbed him and slammed his against the bulkhead, causing his vision to blur. He wasn't at all surprised that they had found him, just how fast they did. His eyes bulged as he gasped for air, he knew this wouldn't end well. With what strength he could muster he tried to pry the wookiee's arms away from him, his saber laying helplessly on the floor. His arms went limp as he fainted from lack of oxygen. He wasn't dead, just knocked out.
Unless You Are A Gentleman
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 3:52 pm
Katarra heard Melissa's request to not kill him, and as the man went limp in her grasp, she growled in irritation that he hadn't put up more of a fight for her to play with him.
Nonetheless, it was enough. She let him fall to the ground, holding onto his shirt to keep him semi-upright as she marched promptly down the ramp and straight to the waiting authorities.
It took only a brief explanation, and they took him out of her hands into custody, much to her pleasure, as she growled to Melissa.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 5:57 pm
Yahoo! That was awesome!
Koren yelled as he walked down the street. He was walking through a Corporate sector, or something along those lines. He had covered himself with a grey, unassuming robe and the men walking home all around him provided a good cover to hide in. After a few odd glances his way, he made his way into a nearby diner and ordered a bit of nerf and a drink.
I wonder where that aruetii with my payment is. Oh well, I'll have to set a beroya on him later. Mmm. This is good nerf. Well, good for Nar Shaddaa. SO, If I can catch a cab, I can be to my ship in about... 12 minutes. I like it.
So, Koren gobbled down the last of his nerf steak, threw down some credits and swiftly moved outside. He excitedly waved a taxi and ordered the driver to the dock where his ship was, post haste.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 7:02 pm
Cene sat in her ship, running maintenance on her equipment and gear as she was want to do in the event she had free time.
Her vode had invited her to stay with them but she didn't feel like imposing. She had her own yaim, though it was simply the cabin of her modified Courier ship.
Besides, she had much to think about.
The doctor was a Sith, at least the ghost that haunted her believed as much. Kusp's men tried to keep it quiet but word got out that the doc did a smash and grab and ran off with something of Kusp's.
Cene was glad she hadn't been dumb enough to buy some sort of cyber augmentation from the man.
But the words of the Sith Ghost kept running through her mind, hints that she was not the master of her emotions or mental faculties.
It disturbed her. But then it could just be the tricks of a dead Sith to mess with her mind.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts and continued to fiddle with her equipment, poking through the comfortingly familiar wires and controls in an unending quest to tweek her equipment to perfection.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 7:56 pm
Melissa shut down her saber and slid the hilt back into her pocket as Katarra puppet mastered the unconscious body off to the main hatch. Looking around at what the man was doing to the hyperdrive she noticed something that just didn’t belong, apparently he had dropped his weapon. She remembered her own master teaching her the value of the weapon, of how it worked in conjunction with the living force and that it was an extension of the jedi who used it. Melissa had past that knowledge on to her own padawan when the time had come for her to build her first lightsaber, for all the good it had done.
Tearing her eyes off the thing she brought her mind back to the present. Mindful of the sabers activation plate she rolled the tip of her boot over the weapons casing in a quick movement it rolled onto the top of her boot, flicking her toes it popped up into the air right in front of her and landed in the palm of her out stretched hand.
With saber in hand, she hurried to catch up wit the wookiee before the spaceport authorities hauled the person off.
“Hay!” she yelled as she came down the ramp of the ship. “Here, this is his.” She said handing the officer the mans weapon. As she watched them haul he off she heard Katarra growl at her.
“How is a blowtorch going to help you break anything?” she asked half-heartedly as she followed Katarra back into the ship to finish the repair work.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 8:17 pm
Takamura awoke in a cell. Dazed and confused he tried to roll off of the bed, only to find that the slightest of movements sent his head reeling. He just lay there for some time, unsure of exactly what was going to happen to him. He figured that they would hold him for a few days, then release him. It didn't matter what they did with him, he just wanted to help, and maybe get enough creds to get off world. Once his head had cleared he rolled into a sitting position and sighed. He was stuck here, for a few days at least. He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. "Back at square one I guess."
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 8:40 pm
Koren was almost disappointed. He had bombed a Sith Academy, run into a corporate sector in beskar'gam, and taken a public taxi back to his own ship and he had not been assaulted, attacked, or had any assassination attempts on his life. Either he had gotten extremely efficient without realizing it, or his enemies sucked bantha.
So he paid the taxi driver accordingly and stood in awe of his beautiful ship. It was small, but made of Mandalorian iron and could take a few direct turbolaser hits before flunking out. Koren was never the best pilot, but with his enhancements of the drive systems and firepower, a di'kut could pilot the thing. The only notable problem was a nasty drag on left turns, but he bever complained.
Then with a quick glance behind him, he made his way to the ship, cracked open the cockpit, and hopped in. Then after checking the main systems, he took off and made way for Mando'yaim.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 10:32 pm
Chapter 2
"...First the pawns moved, while the stronger pieces waited for the inital wave to break upon the defense the other player had laid..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 10:40 pm
Katarra snorted and just grinned toothily at her companion, stalking back up the ramp as they re-entered the ship. She made double sure to pull and secure the ramp up, so this would not re-occur. "[A blowtorch may not break things... but it fuels my anger... I may cut a new hole in the bulkhead for fun.]"
She stomped through the ship until she reached the hyperdrive, and knelt down beside it. What manner of tinkering did that fool do to her engines now? She stared at it intently, and noticed the network of cables he'd pulled out to re-route. It seemed he'd been attempting to do some modifications, to what end she wasn't sure... but the systems he'd been tinkering with seemed to be non-critical componants. Luckily for him, she grimly thought. She took the wires and began to strip them, re-crossing the proper ones. For those who didn't know the alterations she'd made to her ship, the cables might seem to be a pish posh of nonsense that would degrade performance... But she knew better. She had re-designed the engine herself from the scrap she'd found it in when she'd won it years ago. It may appear to be a hunk of junk, but it did more than most freighters, and twice as fast.
She knelt there tinkering for a good hour, before she finally got up, satisfied she'd fixed the damage the man had tried to do. She made her way back towards the cockpit to see how Melissa had come on the repairs with her maintenance crew.
"[Any luck?]"
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 11:03 pm
The lush forests of Ruusan covered up vast caverns and valleys, home to perhaps the greatest source of lightsaber crystals in the known galaxy. It was currently under sith control, which made it useful. The nexus of force energy which resided there was perhaps the strongest in the galaxy. The small shuttle landed, as Kawaii stepped out to a small building, nothing much at all to make an impact on the forests everywhere else.
"This is where the master told us to be," Kawaii muttered, ignoring the Umbaran woman behind him. Half a dozen dejarik games, and she lost every single one in less than 12 moves. No strength whatsoever up in the head, at least in his mind.
The building was only several kilometers away from the local Sith temple. It was a jedi temple which had been converted after the last battle, usually a place for acolytes to go for provisional study, especially about the force, with the nexus on the planet and all. Still, Kawaii hated the place.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 1:02 am
Carida, a heavy gravity world of harsh climates. For ages it had been home to a Republic Military Academy, where some of the brightest and best soldiers in the Republic trained in the arts of war and combat.
Unknown to the galaxy at large, however, Carida was also home to a far more dangerous force.
Here, hidden in the mountains of the northern Hemisphere, isolated from the galaxy and surrouned by harsh natural beauty, sat the Eron Temple, the training ground for those who walked the path of the Jedi Shadow.
It was here that a boy who had nothing, not a family nor even a name, was brought up. Here he was taught to use the force, to push himself to phycial limits unfathomable by trained atheletes, to master the art of the kill in the name of balance, peace, and justice, to control his emotions and the very shadows to accomplish mission. Here he was given a name, a blade, and a purpose: to use the strength of the Sith against them and to defend the Republic from the Dark side and its countless minions.
That boy was now a man called Pash Antilles, codenamed Nyax. And he had returned to his home to report to his master, not just his but the master of every Jedi Shadow of the Eron Temple.
Clad now in white tunic and pants cut in the tradition of the Jedi Order, his saber and sith crafted sword hanging from his belt, Pash climbed the many steps leading to the Temples Shrine to Ashla, the aspect of the Light Side of the Force. Pash had learned from his brother disciples that Grand Master Horus was there now, meditating on the infinite mysteries of the Force. Pash wondered how the old creature managed all these steps given his age.
Finally reaching the top, he made the customary gestures before entering the sacred shrine of Ashla.
Within the shrine were a massive pair of locked Mandalorian Iron doors, behind which were said to contain the bones of the Temple's founders as well as the Temple's greatest treasures.
Kneeling before the mighty doors, upon which the Bendu Circle was lightsaber etched, was an elderly grey skinned male of a species known only to himself, standing not even 1.5 meters tall. Small, black eyes and a protruding fanged jaw gave Grand Master Horus the appearance of a fiend, his skin pulled tight along his face with age revealing his head ridges and skull in a manner people unfamiliar with him would find quite allarming. The Alien Jedi Master was clad in plain black robes with a red seam along the hem, under which he wore a white jedi uniform similar to that worn by Pash and the other Jedi Shadows.
Pash entered as quietly as he could, attempting as always to sneak up upon the master. It was challenge attempted by every Jedi Shadow of the Eron Temple, each one hoping to finally manage to sneak up on the master of stealth. Grand Master Horus encouraged the friendly challenge as a way of sharpening his students' skills.
To date, no one had manage to surprise Horus.
Today would be no exception.
"Ah....Pash my child...." Horus said in his whispering, gravelly growl, not even looking up from his meditation. "You....have returned to us...."
He stood. Not even the rustle of a robe could be heard as the aged alien got up from the polished stone floor of the shrine.
No matter what he did, the Master could move in utter silence. Pash did not know if it was a trick of the force or his master's own skill in stealth that allowed him to do this. He seemed to do it without effort, and all his students admired and strove for that effortless stealth.
Pash put his left fist into the palm of his flattened right hand and bowed to the Grand Master in great respect. "Yes Grand Master. I come bearing news of the downfall of the Sith Assassin Academy on Nar Shaddaa, along with other news."
"Was you....attack on the Academy....necessary?" Horus asked, clawed hands folded inside his robe, expressionless black orbs locked upon his student.
"I could not return empty handed, Grand Master. My information led me to a dead end. I felt that disrupting a training facility of our rivals would serve as adequate compensation for the resources the Order spent on my mission."
"Speak then.....tell me all that happened....I will be the judge..... of how well our reasources were spent."
Pash related to his master everything that he had accomplished, his investigation of the Hutts, his infiltration of the Academy, his battle with Darog, and his uncovering of the sith Nakara. His master listened intently to everyword, asking questions on ocasion to get a better picture of what happened.
When Pash had finished his master let out a complentative hiss.
"Pash my child.....you should not have lashed out.....Had you been more patient....your information would have been delivered to you....without bloodshed...."
"Had that Mandalorian not detonated those bombs, I would not have found the-"
"Kushiban." His master said, giving name to the small creature Pash had seen.
"-Kushiban or the Umbarran. Then I would not have learned the extra information. They were drawn to investigate."
"Perhaps....but you should not fear failure....Though you thought yourself empty handed....you provide the order with information they did not possess....Each piece....useless on its own....could be the piece to someone else's puzzle...That is why we collect such information...."
"Yes Grand Master."
"Unecessary bloodshed....should be avoided.....The Sith Assassins....though our rivals....have their uses....In time....they will replace Dorog and his school...."
"Have I displeased you, Grand Master?"
"I am displeased....that you went off the mission.....to attack someone....such is not the Jedi way.....But you have accomplished your mission....with adequate results....I am satisfied with that....Remember my child.....it is focus that gives us our strength."
"Too much focus blinds us to opporunity, Grand Master." Pash told him.
Horus gave an amused snort and stalked slowly towards Pash, moving as ever in silence. "Teach me, will you?....I am well versed in this counterpoint from which you speak.....the Sith are fond of saying it...."
"I meant no insult, Grand Master."
"No you did not....it is a valid point....but without focus, a jedi becomes weak....he can not control his emotions, nor see the clear path he must take.....divided are his attentions as he seeks opportunity....Divided attentions leads to indesicion.....and in that indecision he is lost....A Focused mind is certain...strong is his strike, swift is his stride....for he knows what he must do...."
"Yes Grand Master."
"Good....now then...let us go to dinner..." Horus said as he stalked past his pupil to the stairs beyond the shrine, motioning Pash to follow. "Even the strongest jedi needs to eat....for we still have need of these corporeal shells.....I will meditate on this information you have brought me....and then we will decide your next mission...."
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 5:46 am
Siren's rounds of torturing the girls was done. To them, it seemed like an eternity of euphoria along with constant denial just when they reached it. At 1st it was true torment, then they began to enjoy the pleasure, and when they were denied further ecstacy, they eventually broke.
Now there were 2 more members in Siren's staff, eager to please, knowing that should they do enough to keep their Queen satsified, they can enjoy the comforts they now long for.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 10:12 am
The Grand Iband Theatre was the largest and most impressive theatre in the Tett System, a mighty, yet elegant structure that was Ankara's pride. Tonight, a performance of the Snivvian Composer Cuzao Vendar's great opera Qel-Droma was being held and Malcom Stryder was not one to pass up seeing one of his favorite operas.
He and his companion, Master Calanon, watched from Stryder's reserved box seat as the tragic life of Ulic Qel-Droma played out before them and a packed house in artistic manner.
Annoyingly, Stryder could not focus upon the Opera, as his mind was on his work.
With his arrival a few days ago, Lord Werek Nabross brought a request from the Republic Senate, authorized by the Jedi Council. A Sith lord named Karah Tos was conquering worlds in the Mayagil, Sluis, and Seswenna sectors, striking out violently against his neighbors.
The Senate and the Council both agreed that he needed to be dealt with before he struck out at Republic holdings, but few worlds wanted to donate the resources to strike him.
Worlds along the Hydian way and Rimma trade route demanded action, and feeling that the system of Tett was not paying its fair share to the safety of the Republic, they motioned that Tett send its considerable Military into Sith Space to combat this threat.
Stryder knew the Council considered him something of a Rogue. He had largely taken control of the Tett System and ruled it in name only. it was a necessary step to counter the Sith in Stryder's opinion, and the Council seemed to agree. However, the Senate disaproved of a jedi with his own Star System, army and navy, who could not be easily controlled by his peers. They thought him a Sith Warlord in the making, so they thought to have him prove his loyalty in a manner they saw fit: By having him take a large fleet far from his home system to do battle in space he was unfamiliar with.
It had all the markings of a military fiasco. His loyalty, however, was still with the Council and the Repubublic. He could not help but go.
Things would be needed: Supplies gathered, ships repaired and rearmed, Crews retrained.
He could not march immediately to war, though he did have the support of the Member worlds threatened by Karah Tos' forces. In addition, Ritt Aareo's mothership and squadron were repaired and brought back up to combat strength by the Republic 9th Fleet on their visit, and they had also seen fit to loan him a fireteam of Freedom Warriors led by a Duros named Xel Ando. This force was currently being quartered in his own castle, though he had yet to meet them.
"If you are worried my friend," Calanon said suddenly, "I can govern the system in your abscence. You, out of all of us, should be the one to lead the Tett Expeditionary Force against this Karah Tos."
Stryder was caught off guard, it was as though his old master knew what he was thinking.
Calanon twitched his ears and cast a glance at Stryder. "Even a Padawan could sense your levels of concern and stress. You must think with a calm head of the mission to come. Take Lady Kira Eldin, Lord Jarek Dulnas Lee, and Lord Dorog Xrandla. Lady Kira is from Naboo and so should know of the surrounding space. Lord Jarek and Lord Dorog are skilled in spacial and terrestrial warfare respectively and work well together. With their commands and yours, in addition to the Republic units you now have access to, you should have a strong force at your disposal."
"You are ever a font of wisdom, old friend." Stryder said with an appreciative nod.
"Good. Now be still. I'm trying to watch the opera."
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 11:57 am
You Will Never Be A Man
Takamura looked up as the door to his cell opened, he wasn't expecting to be released for another few days. This most recent turn of events surprised him. As he stood and walked slowly out of his cell, and his heart sank. There, standing just on the other side of the threshold, was one of the many mechanics in the hanger. He dropped his head as he left his cell. The mechanic put his hand out to stop Takamura when he drew level with him, gripping his shoulder gently the man spoke "I saw what you were trying to do, you were a bit misguided, but that's alright." The man clapped him on the shoulder and smiled. "If your interested I got a Eta-2 Actis-class interceptor I need help with, and seeing as how your a Jedi-" The man didn't even get to finish his sentence before Takamura answered. "I'd love to." He smiled broadly as he collected his saber from the guard and followed the man back to the docking bay.
Unless You Are A Gentleman
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