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 Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 7:46 pm
Seraph nodded and grabbed the few things he felt he may need outside the ship. The last thing he grabbed, and he did so almost reluctantly, was the cloak that had belonged to his father. He wrapped it around his body, hiding his own two sabers. The ramp leading away from the ship lowered and he slowly made his way down. The familiar scents and sounds that covered Coruscant rushed at him from every direction. It had been a long time since he was last here. He took a deep breath and awaited his apprentice.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 8:52 pm
Guran walked after his master and followed him through out the city, making sure to keep close to him, and not to draw any attention to them.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 8:03 am
Patience, the most essential skill for a hunter. As he squatted in the shadows attaching the non-lethal pep attachment to his DC-17 he waited. Closing his eyes he waited for a sound. You could learn many things from sound, such as distance from the target. The subtle splash of a nearby puddle letting you know how close they are. Raising his rifle still hidden, he chanced a glance. Something was diffenitely here and he wanted to find out who. Hearing the crunch of gravel underfoot he raised the rifle and fired multiple shots towards the direction.
"Surprise", he muttered under his breath as he fired the non-lethal shots.
Not even sure if he hit anything he stood forward still firing as he looked down the sight for the tell-tale signs of movement firing where ever he noticed it.
((cloaked as invisible? o-o Pep attachment is like being punched, but no bruise xD))
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 8:55 am
(Nope, cloaked as in...cloaked. A large, brown cloak. Should be more specific I guess, my bad.)
The girl in the alley would stumble back from the gun fire, a few shots connected with her and forced her to topple over in defeat. The hood of her cloak fell back to reveal - a human.
"Wait, stop!" Her face looked filthy, and her hair seemed unkept. She didn't look like much harm, in fact, she looked poor and pathetic. Anyone could see this wasn't someone who'd have a reason to be following him.
The young twilek watched from a fairly safe distance, observing the man, waiting for the right oppurtunity as it was obvious that head to head confrontation wasn't in her favor. A quick enough movement, a sly enough slip of the hand, and his credits would be hers. It was all about when.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 2:00 pm
Seraph maneuvered the aley-ways and buildings of Coruscant as though he knew where everything was. He took such a route that he was hardly noticed by anyone, and those that did happen to look his direction paid little or no attention to him and the figure following him. He led on deeper and deeper into the lower areas of the planet until they came upon a cantina. The lane was crowded leading to the entrance, though had no problem with shoving those in his way to the side. He entered and sat down at the bar. "Order something if you like," he barked at Guran.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 11:20 am
Guran answered, "No thanks. I'll go with out food or drink. I'm niether hungry nor thirsty." The gungan stood at his master's side, watching everybody in the room. He would let no harm come to either him or his master.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 10:26 pm
Michael walked through the front doors of the cantina, stopping a little bit away from the doors to look around the room at a glance before going over to the bar quickly. Michael had been in the cantina only a few times over the past year he's been on Coruscant with the merchants that allowed him to come here, in exchange for helping them since it would most likly be the only job he would get for a while. His blaster hung on his left hip as he got to the bar. Looking over at the bartender who was now looking at Michael, the bartender went over to Michael swiftly as if with some purpose.
"And what does he want now? Unless he's given me the datapad, I'm not going to pay him," said the bartender, a look of disguse on his face as he looked at Michael. He wore fine clothing as he seemed to have an air of presense that only seemed to demand respect. Michael only raised an eyebrow at him.
"Look, I got your bloody datapad but its going to cost you," mouthed Michael at him as he stood there, an arm's length away from him.
"Haven't I told you before? 250 credits is what I go for and no less,"said the bartender, frowning at Michael.
"250 credits? Double that price and maybe I'll give it to you," said Michael, also frowning.
"NO! 250, that's it," said the bartender. Michael snorted at this, still frowning and with his right hand, went through his pockets to get a datapad out the next second. Michael handed it to him. The bartender gave him the 250 credits and Michael sighed after he then walked away.
At least I'm getting more payed like this, thought Michael as he stood there. Michael wished that he could more than this but he didn't think it was going to get any better. It was a boring life and he really wished he could become a Jedi but due to his age, fat chance on that unless said otherwise. Michael then glanced around the cantina another time, seeing two people nearby that seemed out of place to Michael as he looked at them. Ever since he escaped from slavery, he has been feeling things that he's never felt before. He somehow knows a few times when he'd being followed, when something is about to happen and a few other things but Michael's always thought that it was his mind playing tricks on him. He's even thought many times it was the Force that Jedi talk about but he's never actually found out. Michael looked away and started walking toward the cantina doors, dismissing that it was just his mind playing tricks again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 6:31 am
((damn....tricked o-o))
Staring in disbelief somehow this didn't seem like the person who followed him in the reflections. A thousand questions came to mind and a thousand more were unanswered. Staring the person down he gave a shrug and began to walk into the dark slinging his rifle on his back and resting a hand on one of his duel pistols as he began to make his way to the Aegis. As he slipped down another ally thoughts began to form in his mind. Was someone gauging his abilities? Was that merely a pawn? Swearing under his breath he began to speed up his pace as he ran a hand through his snow white hair. Taking his credits in hand he decided it might be the time to keep this in a safer place. Bringing out a pouch he quickly slipped the rest of them inside as he attached it to the inside of his vest and pushed abutton allowing a dim red glow to admit from it.
Glancing around once more he had to come to the conclusion that he was being followed, for what reason was still unknown. Continuing down his path he finally reached his ship. A silver yatch heavily modified of course to provide a prime ship for bounty hunting. Tapping a button on his watch the ramp quickly came down and he stepped aboard.
It had been a long day and he needed sleep.
((booo I wann talk to your character....))
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 5:18 pm
(Are there any Jedi out there? ninja )
Michael walked along with other people, other races of powers and abilities as he sighed, a look of bordom on his face. He was sick of this life already and wished he could do something more. Anything of any soft that was better than this. Like trying to be a Jedi. Michael smiled at the thought. He always wanted to try to be one. Just learning about all the things they do would make him happy, either it be book work or not. Before he could stop himself, he was looking passed people to at least see a Jedi already. He at least wanted to see one again as he didn't seem them as often as before. Mostly because of his hours working. He mostly stayed in the shop with the merchants, not being able to see many of the people that come by the shop. He continued to look about himself, wondering if he would spot one somewhere.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 7:59 pm
(Could someone please come and talk to Michael crying )
Michael stopped looking after a while, bored. He couldn't see anyone that even looked like a Jedi and Michael was tired. He still had to work for another 2 hours before he could go back to his room and rest. Michael stayed at the merchant's house because he couldn't pay rent for his own, at least not yet because no one is wanting to hire Michael. He'd also have gone to the Jedi Academy a long time ago if he could get the money to travel over there. Michael wanted to fly over there but fuel costs money and Michael didn't have enough in Ventix to get him there and back if needed. Michael hated this low paying job but what else could he do. No one will hire him, he has very little money and his life is uneventful of anything at all, even someone just having a nice conversation with Michael. He walked on with the crowd, his foot steps echoing with the rest against the metal ground until Michael came toward a door. It opened up, sliding to the sides as he walked in. It was a simple shop with a counter and back. The two merchants at the front counter were human though, wearing simple clothing. They turned their attention toward Michael as he came in and walked toward the front. Michael stopped at the front, waiting for them to say something as they had a look of curious and greedy interest.
"So boy, did you get the money from the datapad?" asked one of the merchant's, rasing an eyebrow. Michael sighed as he dug through his pocket and pulled out the 250 credits. He handed it to the merchant as they both smile. They seemed to be counting the money and after a moment, looked back up at Michael. "Very good, and as we said, you would get ten percent of the pay," one of them said and handed Michael 25 credits. He grabbed it and walked around to the far end of the counter where it wasn't connected to the wall. He walked around it and went toward the back, opening a door and walking through. He walked into the storage where all the items were. He sat down on one of the boxes and decided to rest until needed with something. He sighed as he sat there, wishing his life was better but it was better than when he was a slave, that was for sure. That life was bad and Michael wouldn't soon forget it either. He just wished he could live better since he got his freedom, wishing for a better life than what he got because...he had felt free from the last year and yet with everything around him now, it didn't feel like that anymore. Credits, items, jobs, he just wished it was easier but that's life.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 8:20 pm
Over the next hour or two, Michael lifted boxes and unpacked them, getting items to the merchants up front for customers that wanted to buy them. He got out from medpacks to vibroblades to even mines to the merchants. It was tiring and afterward, Michael was allowed the rest of the day off, leaving the shop for the moment with the 25 credits he got from the datapad run and 5 more credits to get something to eat and maybe some other things if he could. Michael walked among the crowds, avoiding most of the people about him in the crowd. He sighed, wondering where to go today. He walked over to a foodmarket and looked about at what food they had at hand. Normal things such as apples, tomatos, carrots, other things along with them. Michael spent 10 credits getting three apples in a bag and went off, not that hungry for anything above a small meal. He ate one apple as he sat about on a bench to the side, having a clear view of the crowd about for about 20 meters away from where he sat. He then began to eat the second apple and became bored once more, wishing he didn't have the rest of the day off now. He would have liked something to do at least. He sighed as he sat there, continuing to eat the second apple.
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 7:53 pm
Ardana, though desiring to sneak aboard, stayed put. A little dissapointed she made her way back into a nearby alley to find refuge. She would have to wait there until he came out she guessed - but she never gave up her mark.
She slid onto the ground, as the area was rather dry and clean. Slouching against the steely wall she rested. It wasn't as comfortable as her bed back on Nar Shadaa, but it wasn't as bad as many of the places she had slept before.
It had been a rather long day, and she was unaware of how exhausted she had become. As her mind rushed with many thoughts of plans, past mistakes and future successes, she began to drift off. Catching herself, she glanced up again, leaning foreward just slightly to peek out of the alley out onto his ship. A ship wasn't easy to come by cheap, and she wondered if Gatto would like it to add to his fleets.
Scoffing lightly at the thought she leaned back again.
I'd rather use it as an escape from that fat, disgusting slug...
That thought was in her mind, the thought of freedom, as she drifted off to an unnavoidable slumber.
(Sorry about the wait. :'-( )
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 6:22 pm
Seraph seemed to ignore Guran's comment and closed his eyes. He reached out with the Force. There was much all happening at once around him. It would be hard to find anyone connected to the murderer he was seeking. It had been several years since the incident and he knew that people moved around. He pulled a small amulet from his cloak. It bore a strange symbol on the front. He hated the amulet; cursed it with all his might. But it was his only lead. Suddenly opening his eyes he thrust the amulet forward into the bartender's face. "Have you seen this before? Do you know who this symbol belongs to?" His face was stern and serious, yet menacing at the same time. The creature behind the counter slumped backward at the sight of the sterange insignia. "Yeah... I've seen it. But I can't tell you anything about it." He got back up and attempted to return to his work when Seraph reached across the bar and grabbed him by the throat. "I'll kill you if you don't tell me. I need to know who this belongs to." His eyes seemed to pierce the alien's skull as sweat beaded on his forehead. "O...okay." He turned and took Seraph to a hidden room at the back of the bar. "Guran, wait here." The Zabrak followed him in and slammed the door shut behind him. He returned several minutes later, the bartender trembling when he appeared. "Come my apprentice." He hastily made his way out of the bar.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 11:24 am
Guran followed after his master knowing it would not be wise to dawdle, for he had guessed what had happened in the back. He was not afraid, but he didn't want to cause more trouble than would already come from this trip. He would make his master proud should something happen, but nothing would happen, Guran wouldn't let it. He was eager for a fight, but he had to wait for his master's orders, and watch his master's fighting style, for one day he might have to kill him gain a position amongst the Sith, but he would wait, he liked this Sith, but he would let noone stand in his way of becoming a Dark Lord.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:02 pm
The upper part of the city was far more open the lower levels/ It would be difficult for the Iridonian Sith to keep hidden now, but he was going to find the owner of this amulet. He had found this murderer was of much importance to the New Republic and was one who hated all Force-users. Seraph felt this would make it that much more interesting. "Guran. I would keep the fact that you are a Sith to yourself. This person I am hunting... he holds great power on this planet and would have either of us killed instantly if he learned of our Force-powers. Also, keep your lightsaber hidden." A large building was in view now. It seemed to lack proper security; only two gurds stood at the entrance. A large, fairly elegant design was embedded in the door behind them- the same one on the amulet Seraph carried.
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