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 Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 10:00 am
Location - Aboard The Corruo Bridge
It was clear to Jaden this was not going to be easy. His senses took over and his mind began to work at a faster more sharper pace. "My Lord, one can never have enough servants, let alone a servant who has been out of time, yet honed to be a weapon of terrible nightmares." Jaden paused for a moment, before continuing. His eyes narrowed feeling the two creatures behind him. "I also have a family history and a personal set of skills made specifically to serve you my Lord." Still mulling over the reasons why he shouldn't be killed, a small grin cracked on his face. "And servants come and go. It's up to the best to weed out the weak and traitorous."
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 6:40 pm
Geonosis - The Second Petranaki Arena
Ter'ak tried to listen for more information from the Geonosian leader. ""Suddenly the arm that Ter'ak was on jolted to the left knocking Ter'ak off of his ledge and into the factory below.
He landed on a droid moving at high speeds through the factory with a bucket of hot liquid, obviously about to be formed into more metal. Ter'ak saw the droid was approaching a conveyor belt and he jumped up and grabbed onto ledge. Now Ter'ak was hanging above what seemed to be the bottomless factory. He pulled himself up onto the production line which just up ahead laid a mechanism literally pounding the metal into a proper form. Ter'ak waited until the right time, grabbed a hold of the rapid moving machine. As the movement when upwards Ter'ak jumped and let go, sending him through air and just close enough to a catwalk. Ter'ak tried to reach out, but it was just beyond his reach.
As he began to fall he pulled out his vibrosword and shoved it into the wall and pulled himself up onto the edge of the sword and climbed onto the catwalk and getting his sword back via force as he followed the catwalk and watching the factory.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 8:35 pm
Corruo Bridge - Mustafar orbit
The Emperor was contemplating the offer when the Admiral stepped forward with a crisp bow, "My Lord, there is a transmission from the surface. He claims to be Bu'ot Turrlen, Senior Partner and CEO of Galacticon Lawfirm." This bit of news caught the Sith Lord's attention and so he motioned to a young lieutenant standing at a station off to the side, "Take our guest here and give him some quarters of his own," referring to Jaden, " once dismissed, Aiden whispered to the Black Watch guard at his right-hand, "Keep an eye on him." The guard nodded then slid into the shadows.
Standing, the Emperor stepped quickly to the nearest comm station and addressed the person claiming to be Bu'ot, "I was not aware Galacticon had offices on a volcanic planet such as Mustafar."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 7:51 am
MustafarCitadel War Room
Lord Turll was disgusted with himself for how he acted, but even he must play the simpering servant in his roll. He smiled amiably and bowed, observing all the courtesies as required. "Greetings Emperor Rahl!
It is as you say, Galacticon has no offices here. I am overseeing the estate of a client. He is... ill, and his estate and it's responsibility require... personal attention.
To what do we owe the honor of your presence in the system. I hope there are no more pirates? We had some trouble in the small settlement near by, but local law enforcement settled the issue."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 10:08 am
The Corruo - Personal Quarters
It was clear, as the small hairs on the lower end of his back indicated, he was being followed. By who or what, Jaden was not yet able to identify, but time was his ally. Meditation was needed for right now, and when he was proper again, he would seek out the one who followed him. Taking off the top robe he wore, he sat down and began to seethe and immerse himself in the Darkside of the force meditating. Jaden could feel a great darkness however swell within, the essence he took from whatever it was that guarded the bridge elevator. An odd creature indeed. The Dark Lord had spared him, but contemplated killing him. Jaden was glad he did not have to fully defend himself yet. Likely to be a futile amusing gesture to the Dark Lord, but Jaden never laid down for anyone.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:57 pm
Mustafar - Citadel Entrance
Steadfast Conclusions, Brash Actions
It had been 1 standard hour since Esuritio and his team had landed back upon the planet. They were taking no risks this time. They had maintained Breath Control ever since they arrived.
"Major, is it ready?" Whispered the agitated Sith Lord over the comm.
"Yes, milord. We're at minimum safe distance. You may detonate when ready."
A grin crept across his pale face, his crimson eyes lighting up.
::This time, I will not keep an aire of diplomacy. This is far too suspicious::
De-activating his Stealth unit, he stood ready with Aython, sabers ignited.
With the force, he amplified his voice, knowing the power would echo through the halls of the gargantuan citadel.
"I will not be fooled this time! I am Lord Esuritio, Sith Lord and leader of the Imperial Knights! Your leader will step forth immediately or the doors of this citadel will fall!"
He bided his time... He would not allow such a simple biological function of a scumsucking Falleen to overpower his mental will. He will get to the bottom of the seemingly treacherous facade. He could sense the power dwelling within... It cannot hide forever.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 7:50 pm
Screaming Pheonix
Kad grabbed his lightsabers and ran to catch up with Master Lowak. "you know i'm a coming. Been sitting too long gotta stretch my legs" Kad decided to toss aside his damaged jacket and decided to leave the shuttle with just a black sleeveless shirt on. showing his tattoos tracing down his arms.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 8:58 pm
Corruo bridge
Something didn't feel right about the story given but Aiden couldn't put his finger on it. Who was living on Mustafar with such a strong darkside force presence?
"I have my reasons for being here, Bu'ot. Tell your client I will personally be visiting momentarily."
The Emperor cut the transmission without giving Bu'ot the chance to respond and turned to the admiral, "Prepare my personal shuttle with Lanvarok fighter and bomber escort. I will be taking a full compliment of my Black Watch along with me."
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 5:18 am
MustafarCitadel War Room
When the transmission ended Lord Turll roared in anger. "He wants to play the Emperor then so be it, let the boy come. Captain ready your squadron, when the Emperors landing party settles they'll be exposed. Destroy them all." He grinned to Huurgen, "It seems the lapdog you scolded has returned with some bite. Take care of it, or I'll get Master Xed to do it for you.
The Falleen bristled at the thought of the savage being summoned to intervene. His skin shifted again back to it's black sheen. He stormed out of the war room to greet this sith, again.
Lord Turll barked one final order to his captain instructing him to summon Xed. "I'm going to gather the vessel. It seems his time to slay my foes has come." As he strode out of the hall, his pet crawled up onto his shoulders for support.
Citadel Dungeons
Jayul now lay, his body looking like a body again. His joints had all mended, as well as the breaks in his bones. The force flowed over him and pulsed again as he broke from the trance. Around him the room was in shambles. The Yuuzhan Vong, and it's devices were all dead.
He sat up as the world around him fell into focus. He could sense the danger all around the citadel. He rose to his feet as a determination overcame him. He left the dungeons heading up for his quarters, and only moments later Lord Turll entered... and he was suddenly became worried.
Citadel Gates
A com panel on the gate doors opened up displaying the face of Huurgen for Lord Esuritio to see. It was plain that this Falleen was Huurgen. Though his skin was black. He sneered at Esuritio, "Stop your baying, you sound like a pregnant Nerf.
The master of the citadel has spoken with yours. He is coming to treat with us. Go back to your ships, before I send you off again. Next time you won't get away with a warning.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 10:58 am
 Pure Neimodia - Unknown AlleywayAnti You Stokhli whirled around, caught off guard by the sound.  What? No! I can't have been seen! Not now, not here!   That's when he saw her. There's standing in front of him was the twi'lek, that moody little thorn in his side that had been a hitch in his perfect plan for barely over a day, and managed to screw it up the entire time.  How did she find him? Did she know? She'd have to know!  He glared at her, gritting his teeth in an almost blinding rage. He couldn't risk it. The twi'lek would not be leaving here alive tonight, not if he  was. He dove forward, lunging over the body of the dead wookie. He needed an out, and the wookie's bow caster was the perfect way to do it. Grabbing the weapon, he turned and took his shot. The bolt shot towards he with incredible force,  the recoil almost launching the small jawa back  this shot had to hit, he didn't have the strength to fire it a second time. Unfortunately this wasn't the case. At the  sight of danger, A'kires instincts kicked in. He hand shot to her hip, drawing her saber in a flash. With one swift flick of her wrist, the violet blade deflected the oncoming bolt as she struck a  defensive stance, her eyes wide in shock. " You have a light saber!? I-I knew it! You're a Jedaii! You've been on my tail the entire time!!!"  his hands shot to his sides, using  the force to draw the curved handles of his twin sabers.  He flipped the trigger like activation switches, extending the short silver blades to his back as he  ran towards A'kire. The curved handles of his blades, combined with the backward position of his blade would make them incredibly difficult to deflect. He had the advantage here...  But how could she have known? Had she seen through him? No! Impossible! He was the best! His master had chosen him!
 >No. She is no Jedaii. AND NEITHER ARE YOU!< A Tall figure dove down  from above, force lightning crackling around his black cloak as the scent of salt water filed the air. He landed between them, drawing his saber with one hand as he blasted the jawa with a pulse of lightning from the other. >I have found you at last, Sand rat! You won't get away! Not this time!!!< Stokhli slammed against a wall, sputtering as he struggled to regain his breath. Standing up, he grinned viciously at the figure. " I'm sorry... I'm terrible at remembering jokes...what did you say your name was?" >Insolence!<  The man activated his light saber, the golden yellow blade extending rapidly before  curving harshly at the tip, turning the sword into a very menacing hook. Stokhli dove forward, hoping to catch the man off guard. He sent a pulse of force through his sabers handles as he retracted the blades, flicking the hidden switch inside, switching the Chrystals of the blades. He can't defend against this, no one can! The jawa took aim, shifting the curved handles from their original position, holding them now like a small bandit holding his set of trusty blasters... " Die!"  he flicked the trigger of his saber, the blade shooting towards his target with incredible speed. It had changed, the colour was now a bright green, the blade now three times it's original length  and flexible like a whip. However the way it was being used now, it was more like a  projectile, fired from a deadly popgun. However the figure was ready, his hook swatting away shot after shot.  " W-who are you?"  The man reached up and pulled back his hood revealing a  furious grey selkath, with one dead eye. >My name is Ashmouth Arkuul,  you better remember that Sand rat! It'll be the last name you ever hear!!!!<
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 3:55 pm
Pure Neimoidia - Unknown Alleyway
"Revenge is like a rolling stone, which, when a man hath forced up a hill will return upon him with a greater violence and break those bones whose sinews gave it motion." - Albert Schweitzer
A'kire let out a small grunt as her reflexes honed in and she deflected the bowcaster bolt, her yellow-orange eyes narrowing at the Jawa as rage seethed throughout her veins. Since Stokhli had been foolish enough to make the first move, the Twi'lek was finally able to grasp the opportunity to attack and spill his blood as she had been craving all this time. The viloet blade cast a hue onto her pale skin, her sharp teeth bared in a maniacal, savage grin. She took a step forward towards the Jawa, pausing as he screamed accusations at her. She wasn't sure what to make of the accusation at first. If Stokhli was a Je'daii then why would he be angry if he believed A'kire to be on as well. Suddenly everything seemed to click into place as the grip on the Sith's saber tightened, the bloodthirsty grin growing even wider. Spilling a Je'daii's blood would be one thing, but a weakling like Stokhli would be beneficial to all Sith.
You pathetic little rat! first you take a cheap shot at me, and now you accuse me of being a Je'daii! I knew there was something wrong with you! You just couldn't think things through enough, could you!?! You were scared when you saw the Wookie from the bar. You were scared when you learned I hired it to spy on you. All your little plans crumbled to dust right before your own eyes and why? It's because I was not only keeping tabs on your actions, Stokhli Ulban, but I was always one step ahead of you. You don't deserve to be called Sith. You don't deserve respect and you don't deserve keep wasting everyone's time. What you do deserve...is a fitting death for scum like you.......and I'll be more than happy to hear you take that final breath.
Before A'kire could speak or make her move, she heard a voice shouting from above. In a second the Jawa was sent flying backwards as more sabers were produced. The Twi'lek took a step back, analyzing the current fight in progress. Her lekku twitched in anger and frustration. It seemed the Selkath had a history with Stokhli and that whatever had happened was enough to cause a problem. The other frustration is she now wasn't sure if this Selkath would be a threat to her. Force lightning was not something most Je'daii used, and she hadn't encountered many Dark Je'daii if she encountered any at all. She narrowed her eyes hearing the Selkath's name.
This guy has some sort of chip on his shoulder. What did Stokhli do to piss him off so much? Dammit, this is turning into a mess with each passing second. I need to be able to make an escape. I don't like how fishface is acting. He's powerful. He knows a lot as well. Whatever he is, he's angry and is out for blood.....blood that was supposed to be mine.
Suddenly A'kire's body shook. She shifted her glance nervously as she picked up two more strong force signatures that were closing in quickly. they were still too far enough away to know whether they were Je'daii or Sith, but the Twi'lek wasn't about to take any chances. While keeping an eye on the fight at hand, A'kire turned towards XT-613 and spoke softly so as not to be heard.
"XT, keep alert. Have a weapon ready in case this gets any more hectic. This isn't going to end well if you aren't on your guard. Stay focused. Do not let anything or anyone out of your sight. If you see an enemy, kill them. If you're not sure, kill them anyways. If they can't breathe they won't be an issue. Got it?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 5:12 pm
Pure Neimoidia With no delay after hearing Master A'kire's orders XT-613 activated her vibroblade from her right arm and a compartment on her rightside opened up revealing the blaster, which she held in her left arm. "Yes Master A'kire." XT-613's eye color changed from yellow to red as XT-613 activated her heat signature detection installed by the bounty hunter who had stolen her. XT-613 turned around and kept a constant watch.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 5:13 pm
Mustafar surface
Rivers of lava bubbled and boiled all around them, the air noxious to breathe. The Emperor stepped with purpose down the landing ramp surrounded by large squad of Black Watch guards, their black armor gleaming against the light of the molten rock. Overhead a full squadron of Lanvarok fighter-escorts flew formations around the bombers as they scanned for any sign of trouble.
"Defensive formation Zeta," the Captain said to the soldiers before turning to a scout, "Run ahead and inform Lord Esuritio that the Emperor has landed." Clapping a fist to his heart in salute, the scout hurried off to his duty.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:16 pm
Pure Neimoidia
Davth was fussing with one of the dock officials as he tried to get back to his ship. "Yes I know the planet is under quarantine, that's why I have this damn mask on," he gestured towards the re-breather covering his mouth and nose. "I'm not trying to leave the planet I just want to get access to my ship." "I'm sorry sir but we just cant do that." He let out a forced sigh and reached into his pocket and produced a credit chit, and slipped it onto the divider between them "I'm sorry sir but I can not help you." 'I get the one by the books dock attendant in the entire galaxy.' The togruta sighed once again as he raised his hand and began to influence the mind of the neimoidian "You are sorry for holding me up, and will allow me to access my ship. You will also wish me a pleasant stay." The attendant repeated back to the master je'daii as instructed and with a self satisfied smirk the Togruta started to make his way to his ship, not bothering to look around to see if anyone noticed.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 12:49 pm
MustafarImperial Landing Party
The landing party had settled in, and disembarked. A squadron of fighters and bombers flew up above, but they would be to far to help when the squadron of stolen Lanvarok emerged from the hidden cliff side hangers. 20 ships launched in unison and came in hot firing upon all landed craft. Targeting systems couldn't lock in on individuals lifeforms, but the pilots were under orders to fire on anyone who matched his description.
Meanwhile as the stolen squadron launched the citadel's laser batteries opened fire on the squadron of fighters and bombers that were patrolling. Heavy shields surrounded the citadel to protect it, as the entire crew prepared for battle.
Citadel Barracks
Master Xed strode back and fourth as the troopers all armed themselves. He led the main garrison towards the atrium, while a secondary group funneled down into the settlement, their goal to pick off any stragglers in the nearby landing party.
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