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 Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 2:53 pm
Tython - Guest Housing
Locolvictum was getting frustrated with the trackers, he pick the one that he was working with and crushed it with his bare hands. Some of the metal scraps cut his hand, it made a mess of the device and blood on the table Then picking the rest of the trackers up with the force, he crushed them with the force to the point where pieces were flying across the room.
"I hate bloody trackers." He mumbled as he got up out of the chair and left the room. He headed toward the landing zone, hoping to retrevie the tracker. Assuming that tracker wasn't going to work like the rest.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 4:06 pm
Pure Neimodia- outside the Dancing Dreeka
Stokhli hurried out of the cantina, making sure that the twi'lek wasn't following. He wouldn't mind if she followed later but if she showed up now, there would be trouble... He couldn't afford to let that happen. He crouched down, maneuvering through the legs of the crowd with practiced ease while his hand subconsciously drifted to one of the sabers at his waist, a habit formed from a life of training and danger. He ran, returning to the place where he had felt that somehow familiar presence. He looked around, sniffing frantically to find that scent.... But there was nothing there.
I had felt it! I'm sure of it..... Someone had used the force here... They weren't subtle about it either...was it Davth? But the feeling here.... It seems... Dark. He couldn't have been here. No, this was someone else entirely...
he paused. Logically the twi'lek couldn't have been there either... She had been at the cantina before him. Her legs were longer, so she would be faster, but that wouldn't have made a difference. She had a drink in her hand when I showed up. There's no way she would have had time to order. as the pieces fitted together they painted a very unwelcome picture. That would mean there was another force user here... He shook his head. Things were going down hill, and fast. He couldn't let them find out, and this would only complicate matters further. The search would have to be quicker than expected. He couldn't risk interference from an outside source...
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 6:09 pm
Pure Neimoidia - Outside
A'kire silently made her way throughout the open air at the port. Her eyes scanned the area thoroughly as she made mental notes about the surroundings. A cool breeze traveled through the night air, silence and solitude engulfing the Twi'lek as she traveled. The wookie was supposedly doing his mission, and Stokhli would be all the more unaware. For the first time so far during this mission, A'kire felt a strange sense of certainty in what was taking place. Her mind was still kept alert in case of any new developments, but she was able to slowly return to her calm, collected self. She was able to think more clearly than before and she was more aware of her actions.
She continued walking around the port, taking advantage of the dwindling number of bodies as she explored. Her senses were keen in a crowd, but A'kire could pick up the slightest hint of something being off when she was alone. Solitude was her most trusted ally, and in fact her only one. As she made her way semi-aimlessly through the different sectors, she began to pick up a force signal. It started off relatively normal, but as she followed the path it followed, the signal grew stronger and stronger until it hit it's maximum strength. The Twi'lek stopped dead in her tracks, catching her breath as she scanned her immediate surroundings. Someone was here, and they were quite powerful. A'kire took a few more steps until she once again became frozen in place.
Roughly thirty-five to forty feet ahead of her, A'kire spotted a figure wearing a black cloak and making its way around the port in a hurry. She managed to get a good enough look before it turned the corner and disappeared from sight. A'kire also noticed that this figure also carried the same strong force signature she had picked up on before. Her heart practically lept out of her chest as she sunk down to the ground. This discovery caused A'kire's lekku to twitch a few times, signifying that something wasn't right.
No......that wasn't Stokhli. It wasn't Davth either. Who is that?!? They're strong. I bet that sand rat has connections. Flyboy can't possibly be that much of a smooth talker. No, this has to be the rat's doing. Calling a higher-up to aide him should things go sour. He's clever, but I'll get to that freak before his precious "master" even knows that his blood's coating the ground! If I can't keep Stokhli in my sights alone, then I'll simply eliminate any witnesses or anyone who gets in my way. Stokhli Ulban, your days were already numbered, but you just put a black mark on yourself by doing such a foolish action. You will regret crossing me. I'm sure your screams will make sufficient apologies though.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 1:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 2:03 pm
Mustafar - Citadel Streets > En Route towards the Corruo.
Esuritio blinked and the slight blue aura faded around him.
"ill..? I must see... Ngh!!!"
He deactivated his lightsaber and smiled. Saryn Atrure smiled properly for the first time since his childhood.
"I apologise... I..."
All he could do was stammer. His mind was clouded, his mental defenses weakening. All he could do was believe the Falleen. All he wanted to do, was believe him. He could fight, but it was taking over too fast.
"I shall return to my Master and inform him, on behalf of the Empire, we apologise for disrupting your day."
Esuritio feigned a bow, something in his mind telling him not to respect this man and returned to the Lanvarok fighter he arrived on the planet with.
Aython and the Major's squad seemed dazed, obviously under the same spell as him.
"Gentlemen, we are to return to the Corruo. I must report to Lord Rahl." He explained, that smile still present, but fading.
With that the Sith boarded their ships and broke orbit, heading straight towards the gargantuan Star Destroyer.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 2:44 pm
MustafarCitadel Dungeon
Jayul was deep in the embrace. His joints all dislocated, his entire body contorted into an impossible shape. The Yuuzhan Vong named this creature the embrace of pain, it brought one close to the brink of death through pain; then it brought it's victim back from the precipice of oblivion. Jayul had spent a week like this, the embrace was frustrated, it had not yet driven Jayul into unconsciousness. This being had always proved resistant, but the embrace was determined to succeed this time. It had dislocated every joint, and was twisting his limbs. It twisted and bent his back doubling him in half. It attached electrodes to his flesh, and branded his tattoos with acid. His prosthetic eye had been removed, the embrace rejected artificial objects, just as it's creators did. Jayul screamed again as the ever more frustrated creature stretched his already bent spine! Agony was his only company, that and the force. It was hard to grasp, but even in his pain he was able to draw the force into him.
It gave him the only comfort he'd known since he'd been placed in his masters embrace. In that time, he'd spent all his focus to collect as much of the force into him as he could. The embrace's absence from the force prevented it from understanding. Finally as Jayul could feel the darkness of unconsciousness creeping up on him he unleashed it! In one final scream of will the force exploded from him. The embrace, as well as it's Yuuzhan Vong handler were destroyed. The strength of his scream shone out like an explosion in the force. Jayul dropped to the floor in the bloody cell, his body an almost shapeless mass still broken... but free.
Citadel Settlement
Huurgen was pleased with himself as his force persuasion took a hold on the Sith at his door. They were all beginning to comply, but there was the droid left. Huurgen had to assume the droid was with the sith, their leader had commanded it after all. He had to think fast, the droids objections could break the fragile hold he had on the sith... Then he felt it. A wave, a physical wave of the force washed over him; he understood instantly. He could sense his student, the vessel. Something had happened, but he could feel the strength it contained and he was concerned. He understood more though, the whole situation. The scream the vessel had unleashed as he was being tattooed. It was the same, the sith had come because of that; which explained their presence at the citadel. He watched the sith as they were departing unsure if they would sense this through the spell he had worked over them. Not sure what effect it would have. But he was readying for the worst.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 8:01 am
Tython - Temple of Knowledge
Elyria made one more quick stop. Entering the Intelligence Sector she found KS-20 still working on the data collected from the Sith Base.
"Any Luck? I know you found some false intel, but have you been able to decipher anything else?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:04 am
K20-4S
More fake documents, however though the major things that were real are that, I found out that the Sith are going to recruit infantry in the masses, and they will use civilians for the recruits, also, the Sith are transferring a holocron of high value to a desolate area on Endor. Other stuff I found would be that, the Sith are planning to construct a superlaser to fire at our temples, and that the Sith are now taking civilians and forming them into Sith militias.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:12 am
Mustafar - IG-2001 XT-613 watched as the Falleen's natural pheromones tricked the Sith Lord. It was a pathetic sight, a lord of the Sith tricked by such a primitive form of defense. XT-613 watched as the ships exited orbit. "You falleen are such self indulgent creatures, always looking for easy ways to manipulate others. I despise people who take the 'easy' way out of things." If XT-613 could roll he eyes she would, this falleen was a simpleton. He failed to comprehend the potential of the Sith."Are you not aware of the eclipse-class super star destroyer in orbit? It could devastate this entire planet much like what happened to the planet of Alderaan, which is now known as the graveyard. Keeping the Sith on the planet kept your odds of living through this imperial encounter reasonable, now that they are offplanet your odds are significantly lowered." XT-613 walked away from the falleen and within a minute she was getting her IG-2001 prepped for take off as she boarded. The odds Mustafar would be a planet for another couple thousand years let alone another day were significantly lowered.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 6:54 pm
Tython - Temple of Knowledge
"Notify the Council immediately that we may take defensive action - also contact Master Pentar and inform him of the Holocron Data. Good Work KS-20. The Je'daii owe you much." Turning on her heel, she made her made her way to the Imperial Vessel awaiting on the Launch Pad
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 9:26 am
Tython - Launch Pad
The world swam around Corvin as he reeled from Elyria's kiss on the cheek, and he stood there stunned as she departed in haste. Raising a hand to touch the spot that still felt warm upon his face, he quickly made up his mind. There was only one place on this planet other than the Guest Housing that he knew how to find, and it just so happened to be the star port. Identifying the launch pad containing an Imperial Shuttle proved a simple task, the craft being the only one that stuck out worse than the Epoch Wren herself amidst the Je'daii cruisers.
Considering he needed no time to pack or prepare, Corvin made his way straight to the dark vessel and was inspecting it's hull as Elyria arrived. He was beginning to recognize the feeling of her presence, and smiled to himself as he spoke without turning around. "So you've got a ship and a plan, but do you really think you'll convince me you have a pilot as good as me?" He turned to face her, his confident grin growing as he continued, "And does this pilot have a scoundrel's knack for impersonating Imperial security protocol?" He had started to adopt the posture he used to convince his prospects to hire him, but thought better of it and reverted to a more casual stance. Dropping the cocky facade, he strode up to Elyria and put his hand on her shoulder. "Look, Elyria... If I'm to learn to trust in The Force, then I've got to believe it has guided me here. Whatever else that may mean, I'm sure you're not getting rid of me so easily."
He held her gaze for a long moment before finally breaking the tension with "Besides, I've already told the crews here to have Dea'Avril hold the Wren until our return, and I'm sure a temple full of Je'daii can keep a better eye on Vic than I could." He laughed nervously and removed his hand from her shoulder, looking around to see if anyone else was approaching to join her mission or if they were still alone.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 4:04 pm
Hyperspace - En route to Pure Neimoidia > Pure Neimoidia After the IG-2001 was clear of the Asteroid field a jump to hyperspace was still out of the question, the Eclipse-class star destroyer had quite a few gravity well generators. XT-613 knew there was still a way to escape this planet. It took a couple minutes, but she finally had enough access to the corruo to cause a momentary power surge in the destroyer where the gravity well generators were located. XT-613 prepped the ship for hyperspace and initiated the surge. She had .8 seconds to get into hyper drive during the power shortage and thankfully her ship had enough hyperdrive potential to just reach that small time frame. XT-613 sent the ship into hyperspace.
The IG-2001 pulled out of hyperspace in orbit of Neimoidia. It didn't take long to find a spot to land the IG-2001. When the IG-2001 landed XT-613 took out some credits and paid the spaceport for using the spot. The spacport was quite a busy place. Not long after XT-613 began to head for cantina when she saw a familiar face. She walked closer and it was A'kire for sure. "Miss A'kire?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 4:40 pm
Pure Neimoidia
That presence....who could it be? Those damned Je'daii scum. Fools, all of them! I might be outnumbered, but I'm more powerful than those two PLUS whoever else may be lurking. They'll see they should never messed with me. They'll fall like the millions before them. Their corpses will rot in the street making meals for rodents and pests. Nobody will surprise me. NOBODY! I'll be there every step behind them! When they eat, breathe, walk and sleep! I'll fill their every waking thought and turn each dream into a nightmare. I will have their blood to drink! Their lives will be mine!
The Twi'lek had begun pacing back and forth near the dark alleyway. Her face scrunched up in anger while her fingers tapped against eachother in nervousness and paranoia. That cloaked figure, whoever he or she may be was making her mind ache with thoughts and "conclusions" about what was going on with Stokhli and Davth. Her suspicions were high from the get go and now she was on edge. Her body ached from stress and the slightest noise or movement caused her to go into attack mode. Her hand often crept towards her saber, but hesitated. Nothing was out of the ordinary. All was as it should be.....
"Miss A'kire?"
.....Until now. Hearing the voice, A'kire spun around, grabbing her saber and igniting it, holding it between herself and the threat she encountered. Her eyes narrowed in anger as she took an aggressive stance, ready to cut whomever it may be down in seconds. As the Twi'lek scanned the source of the question up and down, her eyes widened in shock and bewilderment. Taking a step backwards, A'kire shut off her saber, placing it back in the hilt. She was lucky nobody else was around. Taking a moment to get her bearings correct, she looked the other up and down once more, disbelief washing over her like a wave. Before the Twi'lek stood XT-613, a luxury droid she had build during her first few years on Nar Shaddaa. The droid was outfitted later on to be useful in combat as well as normal function. Ever since she lost touch with her master, she believed the droid went missing, and yet here she was.
"S-Serena...it can't be...what are you doing here!?! Where have you been? It's been years since I saw you last. I thought you wandered off or were stolen or destroyed. How did you even find me?"
A'kire's face softened slightly, but only so much. She was relieved that nobody put their grimy appendages all over her luxury droid, but if Serena wasn't careful, A'kire could be found out. The quarantine was still in effect, and if ship names hadn't been changed, leaving this place was going to be problematic, especially since Serena couldn't use her full inventory to help. The Twi'lek let out a disgruntled sigh and shook her head, unsure of what to make of this situation. If she was lucky, her droid would explain.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 4:59 pm
Pure Neimoidia "I had been stolen by a bounty hunter who was looking for an easy way to get his bounties without risking his own hide, after a while he worked exclusively for Yokanda the hutt. Yokanda wanted to buy me off, that is, until the hunter was decapitated and Yoakanda was slain. I had stolen Yokanda's prized replica of the IG-2000 and headed across the galaxy until my IG-2001 was taken by imperials. I was previously on Mustafar but I managed to cause a power shortage in the gravity well generators of the Eclipse-class destroyer allowing me to escape. I have also recovered my ship."
XT-613 looked around and continued on. "Our meeting is merely chance, nothing else. I think you would also appreciate to know this." XT-613 revealed around 300,000 credits. "They all belong to me, luckily I received all of these by generous benefactors who no longer required such physical items and now all of them are at your disposal. Now, if I may be so bold, what is your buisness here Master A'kire?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 5:42 pm
Tython - Launch Pad
Surprised to see Corvin inspecting the ship, Elyria was about to speak when he began
"So you've got a ship and a plan, but do you really think you'll convince me you have a pilot as good as me?"..."And does this pilot have a scoundrel's knack for impersonating Imperial security protocol?" She smiled at his attempt to persuade a Je'daii, But when he came close and placed his hand on her shoulder, she felt her face grow warm
"Look, Elyria... If I'm to learn to trust in The Force, then I've got to believe it has guided me here. Whatever else that may mean, I'm sure you're not getting rid of me so easily."
As he held her gaze, her face grew warmer still and she was relieved when he broke the tension. Looking down , her long lashes masking her emerald eyes, she hesitated a moment to regain her composure. She turned shaking her head, her auburn hair glinting in the brilliant sunshine. Her back to him " I thank you for your offer Corvin, you have been tremendously generous from the moment we met." Calmed once again, she turned to face him. "It is not my decision. This mission is being led by the Grand Master of all the Temples. Master Ka'all Endar. He has been my teacher since I arrived her at the age of nine - and a finer man you will not meet. Perhaps if you were to entreat him, he would be willing to allow you to accompany us, but this is a grave mission and there is a strong possibility we may not return. We face a ferocious enemy, none more corrupt or evil, you have no formal training in the Force, tho' it resides strong in you. It would be up to him, I can't endanger you or our Mission."
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