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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 4:10 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 12:51 pm
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Krosis moved through the crowd, talking over the recent activity on the front with the Sith lords, ladies, and officers that he passed. He parlayed enough to satisfy the requirements of polite society, but made sure to be as unremarkable as possible. After some time, he grew weary of the company of his fellows and left them to find a quiet place away from the din of the party.
When he was alone, and had checked and double-checked his surroundings for surveillance and set up appropriate countermeasures, he pulled out a datapad that he had used earlier to tap into the station's security feeds. He browsed through recent footage of the guests, looking for anything out-of-place or unusual. There were always underlying plots and sub-plots in the machinations of any significant gathering of Sith leadership, and occasionally there was just enough room for Krosis to slip his own influence into such designs. Sometimes it proved fruitful, sometimes not, but it was always worth the attempt.
After some time, he spotted a young man in fashionable Sith garb looking over a wall map of the station. Something about him seemed just the slightest bit off, and Krosis went back in the security footage to his arrival. He watched him arrive with a female Lepi, or rather, a cross-dressing male Lepi. Krosis had spent enough time on Coachelle Prime to be able to tell the difference, though the disguise would fool most offworlders. A few others accompanied them, but it was the boy and the lepi that drew his attention. The latter walked like a born spacer, the other like a warrior. The boy's face was mostly concealed by an elaborate cloth skull cap, but enough was visible of the lepi's face for him to run it through his identification software. Within moments he had a match.
So the question was, what was a talented lieutenant of the Republic's 8th defense fleet and an unidentified warrior, possibly a Jedi, doing here? They were too hopelessly outmatched to even consider making a serious assault on the guests or the weapon, and the Republic was not as prone to sending their people on suicide missions as the Sith. They were very prone, however, to sentimentality. For a moment it crossed his mind to expose the boy, but the Jedi's presence was no concern of his. That didn't mean, however, that he couldn't prove useful in another way.
Krosis wrote a short message on a small white card, then made his way to the hallway where the boy stood looking over a map of the station. Passing the hallway by, he floated the card over to the boy, gently landing it on the top of his boot.
The message simply said "I know. Contact me when your mission is completed." and had a nine-digit holonet frequency code on the back.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 10:09 pm
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Danika felt the brief displeasure coming from Cinn, and realized that in her attempts to keep herself calm under the pressure of being surrounded by so many of her enemies, she completely forgot why they were there to begin with. She let out a soft, almost apologetic " Yes, Master. " to acknowledge the Sith, before walking towards the staging platform, where she was on display before everyone in the room.
Taking a brief moment to focus herself, she gave a graceful bow, then started to sway her hips. She felt a number of the Sith immediately shift their attention to her, and she gradually worked into more graceful movements. Keeping in mind what her audience consisted of, she worked into a dance that contained elements of Makashi, focusing on elegance and control, proving herself to be a very talented dancer.
She sensed the growing pleasure from her audience, and she did her best to ignore the fact that they were Sith. It didn't take long to focus only on her dancing and their pleasure, and soon enough, she lost herself in it, putting all her effort into making sure they were entertained as much as possible, her dance building up into more involved, sensual movements, and as the overall mood of the room shifted to something more pleasant, she couldn't help but start to enjoy it.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 10:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 7:28 am
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Nelowulf   Lieutenant Warren McJump Location: Minos Cluster - Regelia system Personal Location: Cargo Hold of the Wesom IIAccompanying ships: None Knight-errant Jian Yakamura
Location: Minos Cluster
Personal Location: Travnin, Minos Cluster
Accompanying People: Warren, The Gundark
Current Attire: http://jujika.deviantart.com/art/STAR-WARS-Character-Sheet-17527802 - right As the stage was set up, the Lepi gave a look over things. There was enough for stadium-esque seating, as people could easily get a glimpse without actually having to look over someone else. The tables had been stretched out for enough for any entourage to successfully seat comfortably, but not close enough to impede pathways and to make it difficult for the occult plannings which had suggested the group key. Behind the stage was the open viewport which looked out on the planet below, the fleet of imperial ships behind them, the test sight to make everything plausible. According to the manager and such, the Lord in charge had suggested a unique display at a time of his own whims. The lepi pointed towards the Gundark, dressed up in white pelts and a horned helmet tied under his own chin. If he was to enjoy it, the Gundark could easily take the show too far, but Warren was all too ensuring that the details of his little skits and entertainment wouldn't be too unwanted. Afterall, who wouldn't want to have a little test of strength and skill? Elsewhere, Jian sensed the odd sith float his little note over. However, the good disguise is one which uses the natural motions of the person you are acting in part of. Folding his arms, he gently put his hands on his hips and stared at the screen. Sure enough, as he felt the sith disappear pinging like an active beacon, Jian took a look around, noting the presence of two more soldiers marching down the hall, bending over to grab the note. Flimsiplast, annoying as always. The two troopers stopped nearby, as Jian turned to look at them. "What are you doing here? Civilians aren't authorized to walk the hallways," the guard announced through his vocalizer. Jian gave a chuckle, as he gave his excuse. "Listen, I'm not trying to make you sound like your job is easy or that you can't handle something, but I've brought in a chunk of slaves. If one was to slip away, and I had to chase it, it would be prudent to know the layout of the station. You feller's can't be everywhere at once, ya'know...." he began. "Listen, I don't care your excuse-" the first soldier started, before being interrupted by his partner. "Don't the slaves have collars on them?" It was a valid question. Jian had not entirely considered this action, but even a good soldier couldn't know everything. "See, these slaves can be clever at times. Why, I once noted one of them use a small electrode to short circuit the electric lock on it, releasing them. Now," Jian said, trying to wrap his arms around the troopers, only to meet with weapons raising up. He lifted his own hands up in surrender. "Just sayin', your security cameras can't possibly see everything-" "Listen bub, there is a security sensor located at every hundred meters. If a slave escapes, they'll be noted by the boys below on deck five. Nobody gets that far, though, so your little toys are safe." Jian gave a slight snort, holding his arm up. "All right... you got things golden. Dont' mind me. Nothin' to see here, I'm movin' along..." Jian started off a bit, before an arm clasped on his shoulder. "What's on the flimsiplast?" The trooper asked, taking the small card. Jian sighed. "Don't need you copying plans for this station for your own use." The trooper looked over the note before asking another question. "Mission?" "Yeah, a slave run. A capture mission. Whatever you want to call it boys. It was from a Zeltron I met on-" he began before the rifle butted him in the back. Jian gave a small oof as he moved along. "Just keep out of trouble. We have enough scum on board with rival lords picking fights with each other..." Jian rubbed the small of his back, and continued to walk along the hallways, moving forward back towards the hangar decks. |
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 2:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 12:15 pm
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Towards the middle of the night the dance floor began to fill with foam, and the dancers cheered as they and the floor grew slippery and wet. The dancers on the edge of the floor were only half-buried in the suds, but those towards the middle were in over their heads. Some had to be led out by hand after being blinded when soap went into their eyes, and the more savvy of them produced swimming goggles to protect themselves while they danced.
A few more hours passed, and the party was still going on strong. Dixie had downed more than a few drinks, and had danced with several different men, women, and a few things she couldn't identify. It was a great party, but it was starting to seem like that was all that the night would have in store.
Then, suddenly, several large metal spikes broke through one of the walls of the bar and latched on to it. A moment later they retracted, bringing the wall tumbling down. A man's voice boomed over a loudspeaker, piercing the wall of sound still being blasted out from the club's remaining speakers.
"Everyone inside drop to your knees and put your hands on your heads, and you will not be harmed. We have the place surrounded. Any resistance or failure to comply will be met with harsh retaliation. This is your one, and only, warning."
In the middle of the dance floor, Dixie merely smiled. "Showtime."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 8:37 am
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Cinn thought her weak and foolish. The sith believed that she was wary, even fearful of her, avoid conflict.
The truth was, Ilia Nightwind was, but not for the reasons Cinn would believe. Ilia was a master of social gatherings, and politics. Cinn liked to think he could best anything and take command of any situation, but he was playing right into her hand. Even her casual warning had been deflected aside. If he was so arrogant to think that she was totally beneath him, then Cinn would have a rude awakening waiting for him when she struck.
But for now, Ilia was content to head torward the back of the gathering, eyeing some of the busts Cinn had created to display his prowess. Sensing her apprentice behind her, she motions forward. "That was your first time meeting Cinn in person. What did you think?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 12:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 11:57 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 12:33 pm
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Some of the people obeyed immediately, dropping to their knees as instructed. Most of the crowd, however, immediately ran for the exits. The moment they got outside they were mowed down by stun blasts from the slavers. Soon, the sound of glass shattering echoed through the place as Sith troops poured in from every window on every floor, pacifying those who hadn't made it to the exits. After they were restrained, the slavers hauled them back to the broken windows, attached a cable to their binders, and sent them flying up towards a dropship hovering above the nightclub.
As they were finishing their sweep of the bar area, one of the slavers reached over to the sound system to switch off the music. That was when Dixie struck. She leaped out of the center of the foam on the dance floor, taking the slaver down with a slide-tackle. That move was quickly followed by a heavy blow to his temple, knocking him unconscious. She recovered his weapon and fired stun blasts at the two closest Sith before diving behind the bar.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 7:49 am
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Lieutenant Warren McJump
Location: Minos Cluster - Regelia system
Personal Location: Cargo Hold of the Wesom II
Accompanying ships: None
Knight-errant Jian Yakamura
Location: Minos Cluster
Personal Location: Travnin, Minos Cluster
Accompanying People: Warren, The Gundark
Current Attire: http://jujika.deviantart.com/art/STAR-WARS-Character-Sheet-17527802 - right
"Well?" The green lagomorph asked, as the finishing touches were prepped. the young jedi gave a small look, a mixture of curiosity and cluelessness. "Well what did you find out?" he asked in a hushed tone.
"Are you sure we can talk about this?" Jian hissed back. The Lepi pointed to a small blinking device on his belt. "What is that?"
"You jedi never did learn much about technology. It'll prevent any bugs from picking things up as long as you don't speak too loudly." Jian gave a small glare from behind his mask, and then shook it off easily.
"The guards stated that the particular security systems are several decks down. They were still rather vague on the nature therein, but at least we know the location. Also, security stated their eyes are several hundred meters apart on the system monitored most likely by a complex computer system that allows them to pick up on threats..." Jian began, as the captain beside him gave a nod.
"Either that or some poor sod has a lot of holoscreens to watch over. You were never really good at that fabled mind trick of yours, are you? Nevermind that, the slicers have managed to do their part without any particular notice being raised. The enemy already has done several searches on this area but nothing of major import was lost regarding our mission. The timetable has to be advanced, but my foot is itching. This invasion hasn't-"
"This isn't an invasion," Jian interrupted.
"Master Jedi, I respect your peaceful ways, your wisdom and your years, but it's time to wise up a bit kid. Your order was the symbol of Peace and Justice in the Republic, and for centuries you've tirelessly worked to try to keep it in line, but this isn't a classroom of younglings you're talking to. You got your lightsabers handed to you several months ago, and every day, out there, there are thousands upon thousands more joining the Sith cause, the very people who want to destroy you and everything you stand upon. You of all people know of the power of redemption, and more importantly, that there are some cases where such things just will not be attained in the course of a millenia. And before you go debating about the philosophical nature of things regarding this issue, I'll have none of it."
"As you wish, Cap, though I'm none too comfortable with the hoodlums you've allied yourself with," Jian mentioned, helping the lepi test the lights on the stage out.
"Those 'hoodlums' you speak of, they are some people I busted years ago. They're none too liking of me, but fortunately several of them managed to see reason after I liberated a prison transport about a month back. I'll simply put them on trial and send them to a prison in the same sector; the best thing the sith have will be death, if not penal colonies or other harsh torments to be placed upon such unwarranting scum. Rumor already has that bounty hunters are scooping up lucrative deals on so-called 'enemy scum' which have disrupted the - can you hand me that lamp there - disrupted the imperial trade routes or business. Regardless, even if they could be ID-ed by some means or matters, their presence here along with mine would be rather an interesting affair to disprove. Afterall, this disguise isn't entirely random. Now, stick around for about five minutes after curtain call, and then try to slither off to find your woman. You're up first. If not, provide enough of a distraction to make it worth the effort so that Gundark here can drop the station out of orbit."
"Got it... when's curtain call?"
"Whenever the lord decides," Warren reluctantly said...
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Elsewhere on ship, several of the sithly attendants scurried around as the master of ceremonies was told of his newest "slave entertainment" that had been hired, and it's state of readiness to commence to the evening show. All he had to do was proudly tell the guest of honor that the arrangements were finalized; something he had hoped Cinn would enjoy, getting away from the nitpicky talks of all the other lords nearby... |
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 5:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:26 pm
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