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 Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 7:00 pm
Tython - Elyria's Quarters
Taking a quick shower and making herself presentable before meeting with the Council to give her report, Elyria's head was spinning. So many conflicting, confusing thoughts - she had to snap out of it!
Checking the time *whew* she was doing well. First to her guests!
Tython - Landing Space
She made her way to the Landing space in search of Corvin's ship. She ran into Dea'avril just as she was setting off, a large pack over her shoulder.
"Dea'avril wait! If you're heading to the village, let me provide an escort! " Spotting one of the young flight crew members standing by. "Ja'rade, please bring Dea'avril to the Kalikori village, take one of the small shuttle crafts, see that she wants for nothing."
She smiled at Dea'avril. "There are still many wild beasts roaming the planet, Ja'rade will see that you are well protected. Can you tell me where I might find Corvin? and yes I must make arrangements for Vic also."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 2:07 am
Location- Aboard the Corruo
The weight of the training saber irritated her shoulder blade as she sat on her knees with her radioactive yellow eyes closed; An’en knew the distinct difference between the sparring sword that rested upon her back and the solid, comforting sensation of a true lightsaber. Only once had she held one before and yet she would always remember exactly how the hilt of the red plasma beam felt in her hand, soon she hoped to gain a master of her own and procure her very own weapon until then she was left with the dull ache of longing clouding her heart for the status symbol; the tool of power that she so craved.
“One day, yes, one day,” An’en murmured under her breath, soon someone of higher rank would come in and give her orders but until then she would reflect on what she had already learned the day prior. Flexing her fingertips the brunette focused on her inner thoughts then exhaled noisily through her barely parted lips, irascibility burned like a wildfire within her heart and lit every fiber of her being ablaze; she was just as talented as her peers at the academy and yet she was sent away; without a Master of her own. How did they expect her to learn and thrive if she wasn’t receiving proper tutelage! An’en gritted her teeth, others around her rose in rank whilst she sat on her hands and weighted her merit and gauged the value of her strength; there was no solace nor pride from the toy strapped across her back only a pained reminder of just how inadequate she truly was as a Sith. “Ugh.”
Willowy fingertips extended then coiled as the youth with long, dark hair pushed herself into a crouched position, bright yellow eyes wide with alert and ambitious enthusiasm. The mechanical racket that the vessel normally produced subtly varied, the difference so slight that the girl had barely noticed it at first however as the hum of the engines became more apparent An’en merely pushed herself into an upright position and steadied herself against the cool metallic wall. She had never been one for ships regardless of the grandeur they displayed, there was simply something unsettling about the machines, something she genuinely didn’t like.
Pressing her back against the almost reflective surface of the cabin wall the brunette forced the breath that had been contained in her searing lungs to burst from her mouth in a loud exhale, fear was her ally, it kept her sharp and strong against her foes yet the decent that flared the emotion felt wasted on something so trivial, there was no focus to the anxiety that stirred beneath the surface of her skin but it still came despite her best efforts to sooth her nerves. Of all things, fly or rather falling in a fiery heap caused the teenager to lose her icy edge. All she could do now was merely wait, if the lord needed her she would be summoned until then An’en heaved and fought back the onslaught of bile that was making its way up her delicate throat.
(If this in't acceptable I completely understand and will edit, or remove it. . .)
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 9:11 am
Geonosis - The Second Petranaki Arena
When the Acklay first shot lightning from its mouth the crowd let out a cheer. Geonosians were the scum of the galaxy, they had always been against the government, they allied themselves with the CIS, The Rebellion and countless others. A claw sweeping at Ter'ak broke his concentration and regrettably Ter'ak let himself go to the force. He jumped up and grabbed the edge of the claw quickly pulling upward and landing on top of the Acklay. The Talortai had always had a connection to the force but never wanted to become Jedi or Sith. Sometimes they learned control and sometimes they had not, during Ter'ak's time with the republic he had learned a little bit of control on the battlefield from Jedi Generals so Ter'ak had minimal control, so it would be enough to keep him alive.
Ter'ak grabbed the back of the acklay's neck as it charged forward slamming itself into a pillar that the prisoners were usually chained to. The charge had weakened it making if very vulnerable to falling now. Ter'ak pulled back on its neck, making it a little more angry and it charged once again into the same pillar. The pillar immediately fell forward on top of the acklay, luckily Ter'ak jumped off in time. As some of the dust settled Ter'ak saw the acklay tried to escape from the falling pillar by backing up, but it only resulted in a crushed skull for the creature. As Ter'ak looked up at the box high up, which was filled with 'important' people one of them began to speak in geonosian, which was a series of clicks and whistles. "" booing could be heard from the stands. ""
Ter'ak turned around as what seemed to be fifty executioner droids walked through the raised gate. The droids were not pretty looking for sure and seemed to be made out of scrap parts from protocol droids, assassin droids and illegal HRD’s. Ter'ak had had enough of the geonosian games. He decided holding back was becoming ridiculous at this point. He thrust his hand forward towards the droids, force knocking the middle row back like domino's. He rushed forward took at leap over the crowd of droids and rolled under the gate getting out of the arena and into complicated workings of the inside of the arena.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:09 pm
Tython - Landing Space
Locolvictum was under the Epoch Wren, feeling around for something under it. Where the bloody hell is that panel? He thought to himself. He finaly felt a little noock where there was a handle. "Ahh, here it is." He wispared to himself. letting himself have a tiny smile, he slowly pulled the panel off and then took a tracking divice out of his pocket and placed it inside before closing the panel back up. Then he made his way out from under the ship as quickly as possible.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 8:48 am
Tython - Landing Base
Ah - There's Vic now..."Enjoy your time in the village - I'll think you'll find it quite lovely!" Watching Vic closely - Elyria excused herself and made her way over to him.
So Vic, linking her arm in his - "Let me get you settled in the guest quarters. When you have had time to freshen up, feel free to explore the grounds - it really is quite beautiful!"
She signaled telepathically to the two nearby crew members, loading cargo on the Imperial shuttle they were to take to Mustafar.
"Mas-cia, Barouk, check out the ship thoroughly - I believe something was placed in the ship - check every panel - unless it is a bomb, leave it - and make sure the pilot - another guest - is made aware!"
She really needed to find Corvin!
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 11:47 am
Tython - Landing Space
Locolvictum was surpised when Elyria came out of no-where and grabed his arm. Then he felt a slight tinge, not something that was physical but something that couldn't be heard ethier. He felt that he needed to justify what he just did.
"Splended, but on the way there, but answer me this." He said with a smile, "What does a person do when they have nothing? With just a weapon and the clothes on their back." Not letting her answer he continued saying, "They commit crimes, now what if this person is searching for someone or something? Would it be faster to robe a bank or to hjack a transport?" Then he stopped for a moment to let it all sink in, "What should the person do when they found what they were searching for?" Ending his series of questions there and grabbed her arm with his free hand so that she couldn't brush it off.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 2:53 pm
Tython - Jedi Living Quarters
Jri-den didn't seem too phased by the images shown to him. In fact, he seemed only more interested in the memories - seeing what it was like to be a Sith. The power of the Dark Side interested him. He didn't plan on using it, but it was intriguing to him. "Please. Show me more. It may be helpful to my growth as a Je' daii..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 4:09 pm
Mustafar - Citadel Settlement
The ships landed in unison, the hydraulic hiss almost unbearable to withstand.
Esuritio's brow had already begun sweating.
"Aython, Major. Perform a sensor sweep of the perimeter, I would like to ensure no hostile actions transpire. We represent the Empire. We are not here to cause bloodshed... Yet."
All he heard was affermative grunts as he looked at the crimson skyline.
::Eternally dark. Eternally red... Far too hot to be habitable::
With that he popped the clips on his armour, his pale, muscular chest beading with sweat.
"Major, send out your squad in a non-hostile formation. Sidearms only."
He popped the hatch on his Lanvarok fighter and leapt out, performing a somersault before gracefully landing on his feet, his cape billowing in the hot, dry air.
"Now we wait for the welcoming party..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 6:11 pm
MustafarCitadel Settlement
The patrol sent out early would find the surface access to the settlement easy enough. The station had it's own hangers, but they along with the squadron of Lanvarok fighter were hidden in the cliff walls. Inside, the patrol would find the settlement mostly abandoned. The destruction caused by the party of renegade dark Jedi still lined the streets. The bodies of it's inhabitants had been disposed of, but the heads of the Jedi remained staked outside the main gates. Of course there were no indications that they belonged to Jedi. No welcoming committee presented itself. Lord Trull seemed content to remain silent and hide in his citadel.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 1:30 am
Tython - Jedi Living Quarters
A solemn look replaces the smile on Master Kraine's face, he didn't know how to explain to this young man about the Darkness in these memories, but then again he was a young man..Curious, and interested. Kraine didn't sense any desire of the Dark Side in the young man so he nods towards him.
"I can see your point, understanding the Dark can strength the light, but be weary of that Dark power young man..it takes a lot and I mean a lot to walk away from that path...I was a slave to the Darkness, an invisible harness wrapped around my neck like a slave collar, saber burns slicing on my skin--" He lifts up his sleeve showing a long scar on his right arm, the blue skin looked wrinkled and bruised.
"My master always trained me by sparing with me..and ever so often his blade would make contact..luckily it only did this and not worse.
"Passion. Sith use passion only in self desire not in love. Passion does indeed make one stronger--stronger in consuming in heart breaking, misery and of course death. Passion to destroy, passion of power,passion in torment. Sith do get married but not in ways we see it: Falling in love, having a family and being content. A family to a Sith is known as a legacy, just to prove their worth by sharing their Sith power to a new generation...All I saw was a loveless culture back in my days as a Sith apprentice--they might have changed sense then I am not sure..but ..".
"How did you get out of that world, Master?" Cari asked from the blue, she was sitting quietly listening with wide terrified eyes. Kraine smiles returns as he glances down at her..
"I found you..." The room brightens and the sound of rain pours down on them, a street light flickers and sputters in the rain. They stood in an alley looking at a small trembling child, her clothes soaked and torn. A slave collar wraps security around her neck, it buzzed in the rain making her wrench. Her small figure hunched over in a ball, tired-weary eyes suddenly glance up as a tall shadow walks towards her. She whimpers and stumbles back,
"Please don't hurt me, please don't use the shock box again!" Her eyes filling up with tears, the look of true pain written on her face. Cari's eyes widen, "I don't remember having a collar.."
The small girl tries to get up and run but a gentle voice calls out to her, "Easy, little one, I am not here to harm you. The Force is strong within you..I am here to free you."
"You did?" The child asks turning back around, hope filling her eyes.
"Yes, allow me to take off that mean collar. You're too pretty to have such a nasty thing on your neck." The figure, Kraine, lifts a hand summoning the Force. The collar starts to raise up gently on her neck until a click on the back was heard. The collar broke off. The child smiles seeing the broken collar fall the ground. She calming walks forward, ""You want me?"
"Yes, I do want to take you with me..if you want? It's your choice."
The child tilts her head, passing back and forth thinking. Her bright blue icy eyes shinning in the moonlight. She finally nods and comes to his side--reaching out she takes his blue hand and smiles up at him, " My name is Cari Kohai what is yours?" Kraine chuckles looking down at the child, his eyes calming and his voice smoothing, "My name is Master Kraine. I will be whatever you want me to be."
"I will call you daddy." The memory fades bringing them back to the ship. Cari gently touches her neck and back up at her Master.
Yes, I remove that memory from your mind when you were little..I didn't want you to remember what the Empire stole from you." Kraine said sensing his daughter's confusion, "You are my padawan but I find you more like my daughter."
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 4:16 am
Mustafar - Citadel
"Hnh. Nobody home? Lord Rahl, come in. I feel... Powerful presences... But nobody has arrived to greet us. I'm proceeding into the citadel itself. You may begin to approach the surface when ready."
Esuritio unclipped his lightsaber, the elegant handle fitting perfectly into his palm. "Major, have your troops arm up. I do not trust this one bit. Aython, stay with the Major and catch up with me. I'll find the source of this power..."
Hearing the faint clicking of servomotors, the High Lord spun on one heel to see a droid wandering closer to them.
"Droid!" He barked "State your model and service number then tell me everything about this citadel!"
: razz erhaps this was the welcoming party after all... But I don't trust this... It should have announced itself by now. What the hell is going off? What's so damn interesting about this rock?::
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 10:32 am
Mustafar - Citadel outskirts XT-613 still maintained the illusion of service droid. "Greetings, I am XT-613 and a custom luxury droid, with used parts from the BD-three, four and five thousand models." By the attitude XT-613 could tell either this was a high ranking officer or a Sith Lord. "This citadel is on Mustafar, a lava planet which was once lush green until an accident influenced by the power of the force caused many disasters, forcing it into its current state." XT-613 continued on with obvious facts about the citadel, which a slight tone of sarcasm behind each word to test the man's patience. After about five minutes of a ramble with nothing of value inside of it XT-613 decided to lead them on. "I will take you to the head of this citadel, follow me." XT-613 walked to the severed heads and stopped. "The head of the citadel."
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 1:04 pm
Tython - Landing Base
Corvin had spent some time wandering the grounds, wondering where everyone had gone and trying to sort out his thoughts. When he inevitably made his way back to the Epoch Wren, it was to find two crew members poking around at the ships panels. Though he was a scoundrel by trade, he hadn't actually done much smuggling lately, but he sill didn't appreciate having his ship tampered with. He rushed down the stairs to confront the crewmen, only to see Elyria and Locolvictum walking away from the ship, arm in arm.
He stood mid-way between his ship and his new companions, a pang of jealousy threatening to disturb his newly regained composure before he recalled how he'd met the two of them back on Nar Shadda. This didn't make any sense at all!
He turned back to look at the crewmen tampering with his ship, and gritted his teeth. He was certain there were hidden compartments on the ship he still hadn't discovered, and was unsure what they might find, but he'd have to deal with them later.
"Hey, what's your hurry?" He called out after the two, before they were able to depart any further. He quickened his pace to catch up, trying not to seem too eager.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 1:52 pm
MustafarCitadel of the Mauler
"My lord, they have entered the settlement." One of the technicians informed the lord of the citadel. "The entrances are sealed and hidden. There is no chance of them finding a way in." Immediately an arc of force lightning shot from Lord Trull's fingers and struck the technician. The man collapsed, but the lightning didn't stop, not until his flesh was charred.
"There is always a chance when you deal with the force. Master Huurgen, why don't you go and..." He turned and looked to Master Huurgen. "Persuade them to leave."
The Falleen bowed and turned to greet the Sith at the base of the cliffs. His skin shifted from the red pigmentation to the common green that was a trademark of all Falleen. Before he left he would return to his quarters and change into his dirty old archaeologist gear, much more persuasive than flowing cult robes. Once changed it would take him a matter of moments before he was down in the settlement, approaching the group at the front of the gate. When he got within earshot of the party he called to them.
"Hello!" First he needed their attention, then he opened his hands to demonstrate his lack of armament. When he finally reached close proximity he introduced himself. "Greetings my lords, I am Huurgen Astreya. To what do we owe this honor of your presence?" The whole while, he spoke; his pharamones spilled out of him, polluting the air the party breathed. Silent and effective they would soon cause all but the droid to become infatuated, even attracted to, Huurgen.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 2:24 pm
Mustafar - Citadel
"Do you think me that stupid, Falleen?" Esuritio huffed.
Esuritio immediately began using Breath Control and ignited his lightsaber.
"I am seeking the master of this settlement. It is clearly obvious that the original tenants of this citadel are dead." He quipped mockingly, glancing towards the heads the droid: XT-613 had previously shown them.
"You cannot fool a master of the Dark Side with your biological tricks! I will be taken to your master immediately or you shall perish, here and now!"
Turning his head slightly, Esuritio ordered "Aython, take the Major back to the carrier before you all become deluded. XT, 'Custom' usually means you aren't a protocol droid. Stay with me."Maintaining Breath Control, he stared at Huurgen begrudgingly, sensing an alterior motive at play and shut off his lightsaber.
"I will not let down my defenses, but I will see your leader. We, the Sith Empire, are here on a matter of diplomacy. Your obviously... Disgusting attempt at removing us from the planet is considered an act of agression towards us. My Master would be most... Unforgiving compared to me."
Discreetly, he pressed a button on his wristcom that would alert the Corruo and The Emperor of the threats on this planet.
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