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 Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 7:43 pm
Gorwooken looked up at Kalnar, and nodded, saying
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:04 pm
"And there you have it, everything historians know about the Auric Runner." Ellis Nayhrn the Museum guide told Link.
Link nodded as he took the information in. He looked to the ship inquisitively.
"So they never managed to crack the security codes on the computer's memory banks?"
"No sir. The ship's computer has a DNA scan reqirement. Unless we have a bit of Darksun's DNA, we cant access any of the data he recorded on it, including the location of where his treasure is or where his hidden base was located."
Link nodded again, taking in the information. He glanced at his arm briefly.
"Milady Ellis, the humble traveler has a rather large request of you."
The young woman looked at him curiously. "Such as?"
"He needs you to let him inside that ship so he may aquire the location of Skull Base and the Darksun treasure before the minions of a Hutt come to steal the ship's nav computer."
Ellis blinked.
"You're kidding me right?" She said in an annoyed tone. "Just because you're the first visitor ive met who give a vrelt's a** about Corellia's fine history of Space Travel, that does not mean I'm about to let you waltz around in one of our exibits!"
"What if this one showed you this?" Link said as he rolled back the sleave on his right arm, showing the woman his namesake tattoo.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:09 pm
Kalnar gave a sympathetic smile to Gorwooken. "Of course, the Empire says he died of natural causes," he began. "Whether or not that such is true, given the nature of the Empire, and assuming that this is indeed true, one cannot expect you to prevent something that would happen anyway."
"Of course, given the Empire's position, and that of Lord Starsinger, it's natural to suspect foul play on the part of the Empire. And then, we have the question of what Lord Starsinger would have you do.
He then looked to the other room. "Freya, my padawan's sister, still lives. I suspect that Lord Starsinger would have to transfer the life debt to his daughter, and wish you to continue watching over her."
However, before Kalnar could say more, a cry came from the other room. "Kriffing Imperial barved vrelts!" thundered Freya's voice, followed by a sound of a wall being punched. "Curse them to Corellia's Nine Hells!"
As Freya reared for another punch, Gunther obstructed the way, somehow managing to take her fist into the palm of his hand.
"My sister," Gunther said. "Your outburst will not do anyone any good." He said. "You need to be calm, at peace. Anger clouds your mind,"
"Like, do I totally look like a kriffing Jedi to you?!" Freya bellowed, with tears running down her face. "There's no proof, but I just know that the Empire totally killed father! They totally had to have done it! And they, like, totally have to pay!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:16 pm
Soothed by the Jedi Master's words, Gorwooken was considering the idea of Veron being killed by the Imperials at the moment that Freya made her outburst. Leaping to his feet, he went to stand by Freya, and said
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:21 pm
Bestine was but a blue dot off in the rethorical horizon to the Slayer. Ferno needed rest, as HM assumed, due to the strain put upon him by the force. HM was a droid, with logic circuits. But Ferno even had managed to give the droid a slight idea of what the limitations of organics were and an almost successful metaphor of what the force was, in general.
HM reflected upon it. According to Ferno's description, humans required energy, but could only work for so long. A natural observation was easily seen, and not needed to be discussed. The feeling, however, almost worked. HM mused over the description of a pneumatic lift with a leak, when put under pressure, as the lift would slowly drop to the ground until it could not lift at all. Naturally, one would have to repair the leak, and instead of maitenece, all was required was sleep.
HM probably would have laughed at the anecdote, if he had a sense of humor. Or coudl think outside a logical circuit. His attention diverted as a signal came in from Bespin. Veers took to the answering of the message.
Darth Wryylok sent the message himself.
"Darth Ferno. It is my duty to inform you that I need you back here as soon as you are finished with Bestine. It seems that there will be a mourning session for the late administrator. I am also telling you this: I never poked into your methods of assassination, but should the witnesses find any evidence of direct murder that links us to it, Krayt will make you pay dearly for it. It will be an open ceremony, with the body visible. I trust you enough to have done the job properly. The proper authorities are attempting to locate the surviving heirs. Should they present a challenge to us, you are to dispose of them. Let us hope they just believe our coverup. Out."
The droid recorded the message.
"Arrogant man. But at least he knows quality when he sees it, unlike Malady," Veers spat. He quickly returned, "Lady, malady."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:33 pm
Knowing that his sister was not in a rational state of mind, Gunther saw fit to respond to Gorwooken. "I'm sorry, but I have no ideas," the young padawan replied. "Master?" he queried Kalnar.
The Mon Calamari Jedi Master shook his head. "I am at a loss. Given the powerful voice Lord Starsinger was said to employ, he would have indeed been a great one for the Galactic Alliance. However, given the current state of the Alliance, it doesn't seem that it isn't a threat to the Empire's power. Mayhaps a pre-emptive action?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:38 pm
Gorwooken said, snarling with rage. Looking to Kalnar, he said
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:43 pm
"The Jedi, or the Mon Calamari?" Kalnar queried, before submitting an answer. "In either case, both seem likely to show support. Our people have never fully trusted the Empire, even in spite of the relative benign seemingness of Emperor Fel,"
"Of course, if this is representative of the sort of tactics that the Emperor would stoop to, then you may certainly count on Mon Calamari,"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:45 pm
With the two visas in hand Revak and Calra stepped past the security guards and into the main concourse of the customs station. They were completely unarmed, and Calra looked extremely nervous because of it.
Revak didn’t worry about it, if they didn’t have any weapons neither would anyone else, and if things got bad Calra was more then capable of handling an opponent in hand to hand combat. If there was something for Revak to worry about it could be summed up in a single question: where to from here? His nav-computer didn’t have coordinates for anyplace further then here, if he was to get out of the grasp of his enemies he’d have to leave the region and enter a galaxy his people knew next to nothing about. In order to do that he’d need to get some hyperspace coordinates, somehow.
A series of curses and yelling echoed down the concourse from where a tall mammalian creature was arguing with a chiss mechanic, “What do you mean it’ll cost that much, it’s just a faulty ion fuel lion not a fragging hyperdrive!”
Revak smiled as an idea popped into his head and he headed over to the creature, “Excuse me sir.”
“Yeah, what do…” The creature fell silent as he saw him, “I’ve never seen someone like you.”
“I’m not surprised.” Calra hissed from beside him.
“Neither have we.” Revak answered as he slowly shook his head slowly, “I couldn’t help but overhear your problem and I was wondering if I couldn’t offer you some assistance. I’m quite the skilled…” Revak stopped as he tried to find the word in basic, “Mechanic.”
“Sure, I don’t think you could possibly charge as much as these Chiss fiends,” The creature answered.
“I don’t want payment, just a simple trade.”
The creature smiled, “Sure, that’s what they all say.”
* * *
The chiss technicians worked quickly using pry-bars to wrench the plasma bombs from the Kar Asp starfighters. They loaded them onto a repulsor-cart and pulled it out of the hanger clearly anticipation some form of booby trap.
The custom’s official quickly scanned the items that the Rapora had brought him once more before taking one of the Plasma Pistols and Lightswords, they’d be sent to the higher ups for analysis.
Finished the Chiss left the hanger and secured it, and hoped the Rapora wouldn’t take offense to their actions. They were just following orders after all.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:13 pm
Angel had finally found the peace and quiet she wanted, having been able to finally relax without worry of someone coming after her. That is, until she felt a faint disturbance in the Force. " Oh no, not them too now. Ugh! " she thought, as she paused for a few moments before rolling to the side, dodging a lightsaber blade. Getting up quickly, she turned to see a Sith apprentice who was barely into being able to handle a saber. This was evident by the fact that it nearly slipped from his grasp when his blow missed, she knew this by the way he brought his hand foward into it more before bringing it back into an attack position. " Foolish child, you shouldn't play with lethal weapons. " she said calmly. Not one to listen, the Sith apprentice attempted to strike her with lightning. Angel didn't so much as flinch. Not so much because of her own training, but the blast was barely more than a tickle due to the Sith's lack of any. Only enraged that his target was still standing, the Sith came at her in a desperate attempt to strike her down. With a simple quick sidestep, she dodged the would-be assassin's attempt to land a lethal blow and countered by delivering a spin-kick to the back of his head. Once KOed, she took his saber and threw it into the ocean and walked away, leaving the Sith to recover with no one in sight and without a weapon he can barely handle.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:41 pm
Gorwooken said, looking around the room.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 10:06 pm
The long closed hatch door oppened with a hiss and a clank, light pouring in and stale air slipping out.
Silouetted by the external lights of the museum behind them, Link and Ellis stood on the thresh hold of one of the most feared raiding ships in modern history.
"Droyk,droyk, droyk," The woman cursed as she looked abouyt nerviously in the ship's corridors. "If my bosses find out about this they'll phrenbi me and mount my head on the nose cone of the Selonian exibit!"
"Take deep breaths and calm yourself." Link said as he moved with ease down the corridor towards the cockpit. "This one needs your help to find the computer. If you become muddled and confused, it will only lead to our discovery."
Ellis swallowed nervously and stepped inside the ship, feeling that her very presence desecrated the historical signifigance of the exibit. She shuddered and tried to follow the swordsman. I'm so getting fired for this....but how many times will a historical event such as this actually occur?! An actual blood descendent of one of the greatest pirate clans in Corellian history is going to unlock a puzzle that baffled historians for decades!
"So...you're a real space pirate?" she asked as the two moved through the ship.
"No." He said as they came to the cockpit.
Ellis blinked. "But why would you want the location of a pirate treasure then?"
"To defend what this one's ancestor worked so hard to hide from those who would seek it for nefarious ends." He said as he looked upon the sevrely modified and confusing control panel. He blinked. "Err...Perhaps Milady Ellis would like to explain what this one is supposed to look for here...."
"Well for starters, the Nav computer's back here." she said.
Link turned away from the dash and followed where she was pointing to directly behind the pilot's chair against the wall.
"Many thanks, Milady Ellis." he said with a smile.
She frowned at him. "You really are no pirate. All Corellian freighters of Medium on down have their Nav Computers back here. Even the Falcon."
"This one told you he wasn't a pirate. Now perhaps you could turn it on so we may get down to buisness."
She sighed and flicked on a few switches.
"That slave dialect, all the bowing and politeness, the zen musings; you'd be the last person I'd imagine with that tattoo."
"Oro?"
"Never mind." She said as she flipped the last switch. "Alright, we need some DNA for the scanner."
Link drew a knfife from his boot and slashed at his little finger, drawing a thin line of blood without even batting an eye.
The suddenness of the act drew a suprised gasp from Ellis and she watched wide eyed as link dripped his own blood on the scanner.
"Nama'kul! Are you alright?!" she asked.
"Its nothing." Link replied calmly as he watched the computer analyize his genetic material. "The path this one walks is one of conflict and battle. Sad as this one is by it, the sight of blood is something that does not bother him any more."
The Scanner dinged a conformation noise and Ellis' attention was hooked by the nav Computer. Data scrolled across the screen, outlaw worlds and pirate hangouts along with a hundred shortcuts across the lightlanes of the galaxy. All this information was available after so many years.
And the creme of the crop was the location of Cale Darksun's legendary pirate hold: Skull Base.
"Nama'kul....thats where it is?" She found herself muttering. "So thats why he visited Ord Mantell so often..."
"That is this one's next port of call." He muttered. "The home of this one's Ancestor. From there one could find a clue to where the treasure is hidden."
Ellis looked back at the swordsman, now reading the material rolling across the screen with a focused expression. "Wouldn't it be on here?"
"Something that important one would commit to memory." Link said as he pressed a few buttons.
The screen went blank.
Ellis stared as the treasure trove of information vanished in an instant.
She turned angrily to look at link who- to Ellis' horror- was cleaning his blood off the scanner. "What in Corellia's Nine Hells are you doing?!"
"Making sure no one else can utilize this information for the time being."
Link said shrugging away the woman's anger. "I must examine the ruins of Skull Base for myself before I allow others to examine it."
"You bleed on that scanner right now you Ke'dem!" She shouted at the swordsman as he shut the nav computer down.
"Ellis!" A Drallish voice shouted from outside the Auric Runner. "Those students you were supposed to be in charge of are running around my Museum!
Ellis looked out the canopy screen with fright to see the Museum's Drall Curator outside glaring angrily at the ship.
"Droyk! its the curator!" She said as she looked to Link- who had seemingly vanished into thin air.
"Oh droyk...." she muttered.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 10:43 pm
Ellis' boss was rather furious for her with shirking her duties and tampering with a historical relic.
She wasnt fired, but she found herself sorting through the Museum's collection of Starship Fragments from the Clone Wars as punishment.
It was a mind numbing job and it was long after closing time that she was done.
Anrgily Ellis stomped down the halls of the museum for the door, mumbling her distaste for small furry aliens and blond sword toteting men.
by happenstance she passed by the Auric Runner as a group of thuggish looking aliens and near humans were poking around it.
Without thinking she raised her voice at them.
"Hey you! Museum's closed!"
Then she suddenly remembered Link having said something about this.
"He needs you to let him inside that ship so he may aquire the location of Skull Base and the Darksun treasure before the minions of a Hutt come to steal the ship's nav computer."
"Oh Droyk..." She muttered as it dawned on her who these thugs were.
The Thugs turned on her, blasters drawn. One of them eyed the woman's ID badge.
"So sweetheart, you work here? Good because we're having problems opening the door. So why dont you be a good girl and save us the trouble of cutting through the hull..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 11:28 pm
"Looks like an Old Republic era Acclamator-class Star Carrier. Preceeded the Star Destroyer line. Pittiful actually." Vaan said.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 11:43 pm
Humans and Mon Cals alike, both Jedi and non-Force sensitive pondered the question given by Gorwooken.
"Tomorrow morning, I shall petition the senate to hear your case. There has been much talk of such action of late." Kalnar said. "And now, to bring said talk into true action. I sense that once your case is heard, Mon Calamari will join the Alliance."
"You, like, totally think they'll do it?" Freya asked the Jedi Master.
"I have little doubt. I feel it," Kalnar smiled. "After that, what will you do?"
"I think we'll, like, totally go back to Bespin to plan our next move." Freya stated.
"What of us, master?" Gunther queried. "Are we to also go to Bespin, or do we have business elsewhere?"
"We could return to Dantooine, but I feel that mayhaps we could journey to Bespin in your sister's company," Kalnar offered.
Gunther cast a startled gaze to Kalnar. "Master Kalnar!" he exclaimed in surprise. "I mean no disrespect, but, is it wise to tell others of Dantooine?"
"And, like, what's there? Isn't that, like, totally out in the sticks?" Freya chimed in.
"It's all right," Kalnar assured the padawan. Placing a flipper-like hand on each of the Starsinger sibling's shoulders in a firm but comforting grasp, he said, "Lady Starsinger. You are reckless, and easily swayed to emotion. Still, I sense that you and your wookie companion are good, trustworthy people. We have an enclave on Dantooine. I know not your knowledge of the Jedi of times long past, but in the time of Revan, there existed the Jedi Council building. Of course, it has been refurbished for our current needs."
(( how you like the nod to KotOR? ))
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