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 Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2004 10:16 am
The Dark Lord was in rage, and the Dark Side swelled in him. He ran outside the cafe and blasted a Rodian with Dark Side Lightning, and stole his hovercar. He fumbled with the controls of the car, and blasted it towards the Senate Chambers. Once there, he electro-shocked the guard droid, overloading its circuitry and rendering it useless. He barged into the New Republic Senate in the middle of it's meeting.
WHO KILLED THE SENATOR?
Mon Mothma, chief of State replied, "THe senator was assassinated by a Bounty Hunter. I understand that you are a close friend of his, but I must urge you to leave this gathering of the state."
THe Dark Lord had an urge to zap her, but he calmed himself. He could not reveal his identity yet. THen he spoke.
"Where were his bodyguards?"
Secretary of Defense Borsk Fey'lya answered.
"His Jedi escort was en route when the Senator was assasinated. YOur questions will be answered soon. GUARDS!."
WIthout warning, two blue armored guards, remniscent of the Emporers ROyal Guards, arrived, grabbed Imperius by the hands and dragged him out.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2004 11:19 am
"Fact....I hope the blame does not fall on you for not being there Neb." Vin said.
"I wonder who would put a death mark on the senator from New Alderaan. Neb, did the council say why this guy needed protection from a Jedi?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2004 11:26 am
"I cannot be blamed for not being there. I was appointed a time I should be there, around 9:00, and it isn't even 8:45. Technically, I have no responsiblity until then. But as for the assassination, who knows. Many Imperial leaders would want him dead, as well as a large group of freelancers who would prize the decommission and commercial sale of imperial ships, instead of merely sending them to junkyards. My best guess is someone just personal enough was able to visit him without search and seizure, and just killed him. Motovation unknown, but the crime proceeding is set. I have never been a CSI, so i cannot tell. I merely protect ambassadors and senators. I'm no guardian or sentinel. Tis the trouble with the world..." He trailed off.
"I seem to be getting many breakfasts today. I believe we should head off to your little appointment? I don't mind sitting outside, if need be."
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2004 8:53 pm
Angel suddenly hears what seems to be a riot. Going towards the sound of commotion, she sees several people talking. Coming closer, she hears the news of an assassination of the senator. Afraid her Imperial attire would have her targetted as the killer, she changes into a more civillian-looking outfit and has her weapons hidden. Although it wasn't 9:00 yet, she decided to head to Dex's Cafe anyway.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2004 12:18 pm
Tssirk was getting very annoyed. As he pushed his way through yet another crowd gathered around a public vidscreen, he glanced back to see what the big commotion was.
A senator was dead. Oh.
His gaze fell downwards, scanning for any sign of his robotic companion. Someone jumped out of the way rather hurridly, and the black domed droid emerged, retracting his welding arm with a triumphant chirp.
Tssirk scolded.
The little droid beeped emphatically.
Another ardent beep.
Tssirk blinked at the droid in bewilderment, then a look of what can only be described as abject horror played across his reptilian features, followed by a wash of resigned frustration.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2004 8:07 pm
The Dark Lord, force pushed his way through the crowds, towards the New Republic Capitol. With the massive crowds, the use of the force was easy to use without being noticed. He incapacitated the Guard Droids, and made his way into the Chambers. Mon Mothma, emerged from the door across frrom the security checkpoint
"Greetings, Phoenix," the auburn haired woman said.
"Hello." he said coldly.
"Listen, I have sent a request to jedi Master Luke, to send a Jedi Knight to find the killer of the late Senator Nevara. Also, the Senate has voted unanimously. You are to become the next Alderaani Senator, for your help during the Rebellion."
"Thank you, it is an honor to serve you Mon Mothma," the Dark Lord said smoothly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2004 8:53 pm
Morgan sat in Dex's cafe, staring at the screen with the report of the seantor's death. General Cracken's orders had been quite clear, and he had no impulse to defy them, but he did wonder why he should start at this, of all places. He brushed a lock of his hair away from his eyes and clasped them in front of his mouth.
I'm a spy, not a private investigator...What makes General Cracken think I can figure this out on my own?
Although his CorSec record pointed out that he could probably do it, he would rather have let Darth Vader give him a prostate exam. He sighed and glanced back up at the screen, waiting for any new news that might lead hin in some direction, ANY direction.
"...Anything to get me off this mission ASAP."
He shook his head as a man sat next to him.
"Agent Morgan of New Republic Intelligience, I presume?"
Morgan's hand lingered near his left hip, on the hilt of his sword. Something about this guy set him off.
"Depends on what you have to say."
"I'll take that as a yes."
The man discreetly pulled a compact blaster from his jacket and pressed it inbetween Morgan's ribs.
"Sithspawn. How many people are you willing to kill to get me?"
"Hahaha, I've had to put down a twi'lek who refused to tell me where you were, if that's what you mea - ARGH!"
The man's sentence was cut short in a flash of steel as his blaster, and the hand holding it, went flying. He jumped back, brining his vibrosword back down in an arc. He curved it in, using all the skill he had, and stopped it just short of the man's throat.
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2005 5:54 pm
Topside, Cale wandered past a news Kiosk and chuckled."Rebels. running a government isn't as easy as overthrowing it. oh well. they had their warnings. lets see who got nixed." Cale scanned the headlines" senator Nevara of New Alderaan. heh. never thought they'd be persistent enough to make a new one. well I didn't vote for him. bugger should have kept his eyes open. heheheh. ow!" some stupid black droid zapped him with its arc welder, jolting him out of the way. he was about to blast the droid when he saw its owner, a dark scaled trandoshan. "a dosh? why does that ring a bell?" suddenly the gears clicked. "uh oh..." the Dosh didn't seem to notice him. The outlaw took that as his Cue to jet. "as a certain pink feline always says 'Exit-stage left, even'" cale tired to inconspicuously blend into the crowd and fade away.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2005 7:38 pm
Tssirk began to trot after the droid as it plunged ahead into the crowd, but nearly stopped as he caught an oddly familiar scent. He paused and took in a deeper breath, but it was almost gone, replaced by the stench of thousands of other life forms and their vehicles. He narrowed his eyes, trying to place the scent. Vaguely familiar, yet he could put no face with it...
An irritated beep broke his thoughts. Zorro was chirping in earnest, tugging his pants leg and urging him to hurry.
Zorro beeped dismissively.
His slitted eyes narrowed and he hissed.
Zorro whistled a mostly affirmative answer, then whirled and took off in the direction of the senate hall.
Tssirk was torn. So close to an elusive prey, yet the odds of retracing the steps were growing against him by the second. And the droid, in it's current 'state of mind', was a risk factor on any number of scales. Cursing under his breath, he trotted after the black astromech.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 4:11 pm
Neb's question would have to go unanswered. A waiter had spoken in his ear, and he was forced to quickly apoligize and leave.
He headed outside, slightly irritated by this emergency call. Who wouldn't be? But now he would be stuck facing something he didn't want, as he stood next to the New Republic Capital Building.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 3:38 pm
The Gears were beggining to fall in place. Since he no longer had an appoitment with the senator, and since his innaugration as senator would not be official for three days, Phoenix made his way towards a taxi, and asked to go to Dex's Cafe.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 5:21 pm
"whew. Think I lost him."Cale muttered to himself. "So Much for wookie breath. that sack of scales didn't even notice me. score one for the human." he smugly walked by a very large building...well, tried to. He was still pretty smug about dodging the Bounty hunter, but he was getting nowhere fast on trying to pass around the building. the thing was huge. Cale stopped and actually took a look at the thing he was passing by. it was the Senate Building. "Ah CRAP!" he glanced about quickly, hoping he hadn't caught the attention of any guards. an assasination had just taken place and here he was, damn near at the scene of the crime with a loaded blaster and a well forged yet still fake weapon permit. "Crap! theres bound to be Corusca-Cops just crawling around here or worse, Jedi! oh man I'm Rancor Chum If I dont hype outta here!"
"Halt! show your I.D.!" a muffled voice said behind him.
"oh sith." Cale Turned. there stood a trio of crimson armored Corucsant Guard, the Corusca-cops as the fringe called them. each was armed with stun staves and blaster pistols, their standard gear. the bad news was they were wearing the full body armor, usually only equipped in certain situations. a senator's death and following investigation was one of those situations. things were looking bad.
Cale tried to maintain a straight face as he spoke. "Good day officers, how may I help you."
"You are in an unauthorized zone Civilian. I need to see your ID...and your weapon permit for that modified Dl-18 you have conceled in your shoulder holster."
crap. no fooling these guyshe thought. "Here ya go sirs hope everything is in order."
after a few agonizing minutes the lead officer looked up at Cale. "well sir, everything is order. but perhaps you could tell me why the name on your ID is different from the name on your Weapon's permit. then explain to me how you and I could both have the same because I don't remember needing a weapons permit."
the jig was up. the news was out. they finally found me
"well see boys its like this...42."
"What?"
"Bye!" Cale took off running.
The Corusca-Cops were confused by the 42 remark long enough to give the Outlaw a two minute head start. but with the Corusca-Cops two minutes was no head start at all...
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 5:50 pm
Neb entered the senate building, as a little man, barely 5 foot tall came rushing up. He had slicked black hair, and a slicked moustache, with tiny glasses and a very short temper.
"Where have you beeen? You leetle ingrate! Yew were supposed tew be here over an hour ago! Noew the senator ees dead!" The man squeaked.
"Who, may I ask, are you? And I was not required to arrive till," Neb said, glancing at a clock, "Ten more minutes."
"I am dee guy whom is here to ostracieeeze you. Yew were supposed tew be here? Why weren't yew?"
"Buisiness of my own bidding. Now if you have anything important to tell me, than I suggest you spit it out now, otherwise I shall depart without much adieu. I have a meeting I could rather be at, and this isn't helping. I understand that a senator died. I am not a Crime Scene Investigator. I also know that there was no way I could be there, as he died before I had left the Jedi Headquarters. The news reported the time of death approximately a minute after I finished conducting buisiness at the Headquarters. You have no quarrel with me."
"Why yew.. yew... sith basteerd! Yew will be punished fer yer impudence!"
"I dare you to hold it up in court. I bid "yew" adieu!" Neb quickly stated before turning arround, slighly edgy from such alegations, but he calmed himself in knowing the little man was only doing his job.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 5:56 pm
Cale bolted into the Senate building knocking over an oily little man in the process and elbowing his way past another. he glaced about frantically before choosing a hallway and darting down another hall. a minute later, a squad of stun stave armed Corusca-Cops entered the senate building.
"Spread out and search. the Suspect couldn't have gone far." the lead trooper said. "Keep it quiet, we don't want to alarm anyone."
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 2:47 am
Angel sat there in the cafe, still a little while before it would be time to meet with the Jedi, but it was drawing closer and closer. She looks around and notices a Twileek seeming to go nuts as he loses at a game of pazaak to someone she doesn't have a good enough view of to tell who or what it is. " Heh, I guess luck and that Twileek aren't the best of friends. " she thought.
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