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 Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 8:00 pm
"Interesting..." He pulled the steak apart with the little plastic fork and nife and began eating the peaces. She was indeed a very, very strange woman. How she explained it was a poetic, yet with out realising it she discribed the force. Like a plant it gorws inside you, but unliek a plant it will not gorw with out care. Many speacies if left alone will bloom to their fullest.
"You should train with it then." He suggested in a passing tone as he wolfed down the rest of his steak bits. He was a bit surprised at his own hunger. "I could porbably help you."
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 8:24 pm
"Help... help...." She seemed stuck on the word, her eyes seeming to glaze over as she stared into the shadows on the ceiling. It almost looked as though she was trying to see something deeper that wasn't there, then she let out a whoosh of air and shifted slightly, "Guess so. Right now I don't use it too much outwardly. More passively, if you know what I mean. Like fingers. Or toes if you'd like. I sometimes use my toes... I can eat with my toes, would you like to see?" She grinned widely.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 9:16 pm
"Mabey another time." He said as he turned back in the pilots seats. He leaned forward over his councel. They were about to drop out of hyper space and he wanted to prep the ship for it to avoid being torn to shread. His fingers flew over buttons, dials, and switches as he brought the ship back to real space. He sat back as he looked at the Imperial fleet through the view port. He reche dup and pointed at a single Star Destoryer.
"that is where you will be trained. The Empire's mobile academy."
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 5:21 pm
She grinned as the ship fell out of hyperspace, "Oooh, is there an emperor? Or an Empress? That'd be so cool. If there isn't an Empress can I be the Empress? Training? Wonderful, what kind of training? Will I become all powerful?" The questions spilled out one after another as her gaze shifted slowly to the Star Destroyer, "That's a very nice ship. I shall call it a Terrible Triangle. How's that sound? The Terrible Triangle..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:57 pm
"I much prefer Parrable of Doom, but yours works fine." He ignored most of her other questions for now as he silently communicated wiht the comm officer via his keyboard on his concel, he informed the officer of his one passenger. He brought the ship close to the under side hanger and let the tractor beam do the rest untill it was time to set down, at which point he engaged the landing gear.
"Nini, if you wouldn't mind, I'd liek to save the time for question and answers for later. There are a few things you and I must atend to first." He said as he powered the ship down and lowered the loading hatch. A steral ship's hangar out side. Several pilots and mechanics running or walkign back and forth.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 9:58 am
She seemed enthralled by the bustling of activity and the air around her aroused her senses, "I like it here... matters to attend to, I understand."
She rose to her feet, standing fully erect, and in doing so showed her true height that seemed much shorter when she slouched or hunkered down. Now she stood about 6 feet tall as she rubbed her belly and looked around, "So are we going to be meeting someone?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 3:49 pm
(My next post is in the imperial fleet)
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 5:11 am
Ylesia, planet surface
He leant against the wall of the spaceport, the great, hulking structure curving upwards above him into the glare of the sun. As the pale blue stone faded into white, a shadow passed across his vision and the roar of engines confirmed the X9-Stellar Pleasure yacht as it left its hangar. Looking down, his boots slid over a small pebble and he flicked it up into the air with his toe. Catching it on its descent, he turned it over in his hands and examined the crystalline structure common to the area, and found only on Ylesia. He slowly curled his fingers over the rock and brought his fist back down to his side, his gaze elsewhere. As he sifted fresh dust through his fingers he found himself distracted by his contact, a P'w'eck, one of the few not born into the Ssi-ruuvi Imperium but able to get inside the network through appearance and contacts. The creature's dull scales rippled with the movement of muscles underneath, the powerful reptile turning her beaked head from side to side, neck muscles straining. The P'w'eck had exited from the port and was now standing uncomfortably in the open where Calibur was meant to meet her. Smiling, he sent a gentle nudge in its direction, and the young female turned her head to meet his gaze. Nodding, she loped over to his position in a few quick strides and in the shadow of the building they could finally speak.
The conversation was short and to the point. The only P'w'eck known to have become a Sith was at present somewhere on the planet of Tatooine, attempting to convert the locals to his ideologies. It was this one that Calibur sought, and his contact had brought him straight to his location. Pressing the payment of the registry data chip into the eager informant's clawed hand, he nodded once in thanks and turned on his heel, making his way back to the ship. In that one nod, he had passed on his thanks to the creature who had risked her life to aid him in his quest.
It was going to be a long haul from Ylesia to Bakura, literally across the galaxy, so he would need to stock up on supplies before moving out. And then there were the formalities to go through, docking records to be erased and offworld tax to be evaded, not to mention dodging the local authorities for stealing that registry chip.
He made his way across the street and into the nearest store as a patrol rounded the corner, passing the door without enquiring within. Finding himself in a nutri-pack supplier's, he began to browse the items, ever wary for that tell-tale sign of trouble.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 5:41 am
Finding enough rations to sustain him for a month, he purchased his supplies and left the store, maintaining an acceptable distance from the patrol which was now far ahead. He would not need that many nutri-packs for the jump to Tatooine, short as it was, but he had been running low of late.
It seemed as though the patrol was headed for the spaceport too, which was fantastic. Oh yes, things just got better and better. He wasn't a high priority, so if he continued to keep a low profile, he would be alright. The spaceport, however, wasn't that busy today. It would be more difficult to stay out of the authorities' view. He followed them around the gradual curve of the main building, then breathed a sigh of relief as they took the entrance for authorised personnel. He passed the archway and continued to the main entrance.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 4:12 pm
Getting to his ship had been relatively easy. It's not that he expected much trouble, it's just...he was almost disappointed it had been so easy. For the past four months, life had been a lot easier, and to tell the truth, it wasn't something he was used to. He missed the old days, back when he was travelling with Thoren, cloaked in mystery, adventure at every turn. Bypassing the offworld tax had been equally simple, and now, sitting in orbit as he was, he almost wished it had been a "too simple" situation.
He checked the readings on the screen, all systems and pre-hyperspace checks green. To his right, the empty co-pilot's seat remained. He shook his head to clear it of the memory, and instead double checked the co-ordinates and factored in the compensations for stellar drift and anomalies. Finally, when nothing remained to be confirmed, he engaged the hyperdrive and watched the black of space burn bright before his eyes as the ship left Ylesia far behind.
Lying back in the pilot's chair, he spun slowly, wondering how his mentor was faring, if Thoren would be proud of Eren's work in the past years, of many things and nothing at the same time. He stood and walked through the corridors of the medium-sized pile-of-junk to his quarters, sitting wearily on the edge of the bed. His head in his hands, he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and leant back, bringing his legs up, and finally rolled over to sleep facing the wall.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 7:06 am
Deep space, somewhere 3 lightyears from Wayland
A small smuggler ship floats in deep space, nothing is around... no stars near, no planets, no astroids, just the ship. An old fighter, looks like it was in the galactic civil war, docks the cargo ship. It might be an escort fighter of it, who knows...
Now, Maniac, why did you let me come here...
Well alron, haven't you heard?....
I heard it, the ball exploded, and you were in it. Dead, as the TA president. yet you are here... tell me, how"
Simple. I just wasn't inside.
C'mon. Everyone sensed it was you. Even I did!
So you are saying I am that? That I am not here right now? Ah non... it suprises me that you didn't sense the truth... but also satisfies me. My plan really did work. I expected it to fail... there are a few jedi in the temple that know me for a long time, you including, knowing me good enough to sense it wasn't me...
It was my best TA student that you sensed... as you know, the force profiles of teachers and students hardly differ because they are usually educated in the same way. because I was still weakened, they didn't differ in strenght either.... Everyone tough I entered the ball with the president... but I was here, far away from anyone to sense me. I knew the president would smoke... she always does. I ordered the admiral of the ball not to deactivate the security system when she did.... it was a sacrifice, the president, my best student, but they weren't needed anymore..
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 7:16 am
Right, sounds possible, you are far enough away from everyone to be sensed, as long as you don't activly use the force, but that doesn't explain why you communicated with R2-G2, your old droid, asking for me. Or, why did you ******** up the TA?
I didn't need the TA. I could use the TA to start a big war with 3 factions. But no matter who won, it would destroy the entire galaxy... and was my army big enough to win? Even if the empire and republic would rally together? I want a sure victory, not a big war. Now, my condemnation attack fleet floats by coruscant... up for republic grabs. Another large fleet is coming to Coruscant to aid them... the republic has 3/4th of my fleet, not in numbers but in strenght. The rest lays near the the empire... mostly ground units. They both have half my army up for grabs... They can fight eachother, weaken eachother, and we would just have to join the suspected winner.
You think the republic wants you back?
With a littlebit of politics, and some assasinations...everything is possible. Palpatine and many other ancient sith showed us that, did they not?
And why I want you? Well, the jedi don't want you after waht you did to Glace... do they? I believe you are up to your own little plan... I believe you actually planned to get in lead of the winning army somehow, too... Perhaps we can work together. With our connections and influence, we could convince anyone of anything... but for now, all we have to do is wait, wait somewhere far away
Seems you looked right to me... I guess you are right.. we can do it, just observe until the time is right... even if it is one thousand years. One master and one student tactics... sounds good... any good place to hide?
My time with the TA showed me some nice little planets in the middle of nowhere.. lets go
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 3:48 pm
Planet Kaldera
The Raptor fell out of Hyperspace in the shadow the gaint planet that was Kaldera. Glacian and Jessica were about as far out of the way as you could go, the out part of the outer rim.
"Glacian, not sure if this matters to much, much there's a moon very near to us, we might want to get a move on toward the planet," Said Isis, "its orbit will catch us in its gravity well in about 2 minutes and...holy god!"
Isis didn't have time to say what she saw, but she didn't have to. The entire moon had moved on its own, out of it;s orbit and had turned around until a gaint glowing point of energy in the center of a three pronged energy cannon was visible across the entire viewport.
"s**t!" Jessica said as she and Glacian pulled the Raptor's wing thrusters out and made the ship do a full back throttle boost at full speed. They were no sooner beyond the range of the cannon then it cut loose. The blast was intensly bright, the energy almost blinked out the shields on the Raptor, even from a great distance.
"Make planet fall!" Glacian said as her folded the wing boosters ont he raptor in and the ship became a rocket aimed towards the planet. Just behind them the moon let out another blast, right where they were moments before. To their dismay, the two and Isis saw 3 more moons just like the first coming into view from around the other side of the planet, followed by a large number of ships, and fighters.
This was going to be a rough ride...
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 6:30 pm
She looked over his shoulder trying to understand what she saw, "Why are we returning there? Did we not just leave there?" Her voice was slightly choked by tears. She was crying, nobody had ever touched her that deep and it hurt, it was different. It rended her insides but she swallowed hard and continued,
"To train me and so you can see my combat prowess? I put up with Tuskan Raiders and Krayt Dragons with my bare hands. I'm fine." She spoke almost as if offended, then covered her mouth as sobs took over her. She immediatly retracted into the corner, as if trying to become the shadows, to disappear. She was in pain.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 6:47 pm
Her words were as though they were unspoken, fallin on ears that were not listening to hers. Ears that were awash with the sound of the screeming that was once agian threatening to consume him. He had heard it once before. It was not the torrent that consumed the mind of Nini, this was the creaming of thousands of force spirits who remained in this realm of existence out of sheer pitty for themselves...pathetic. As controle of his mind slowly slipped form his grasp, so too did the ability to philter out the voices, or even silence them. It had been four years. Four years since he had heard them. The screams of pure emotion. Some of agony, som eof hate, some of remorse. All of them negative. It filled him with a hate he had never experinced. Hate for al of existence.
He stood, setting the ship to auto pilot and moved to the bunk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a large dinner plate sized object. He reached back of her head, graspign at several folds on his neck and pulled a hood over his head. He turned around, the object still in his hand. As he passed oyu on the way back to the pilots chair you noticed that it was a simple mask. The style was recognisable as being the infamous T shape visor commenly seen on Mandalorian helmets that gave the wearer a full range of sight with no blind spots. He set the mask on his face where it hung by unseen clasps that pulle dit to Aryx's face. He swiftly typed out more commands, communicating wiht the ship, macking swift minute changes in coarse. The ship would drop out of hyperspac eon the opposite sid eof the planet form the space port. Aryx finaly looke dover his shoulder at her, the mask gave him a far more sinister look. "I gave you a saber. Where is it?"
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