Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on May 19, 2015 14:01:45 GMT -8
As the doors to Phantom's room slid open she grinned broadly and looked down the hall at the two other companions, her eyes sparkled with mischief as she gave an energetic wave and jumped off Phantom's back
I'll see you soon Feri, be prepared to lose!!!
Ty giggled and turned, skipping into the chambers of her Big Brother and heading straight for the bar and for the big bottles of Tihaar that he always had on hand for her visits. When she had downed half the bottle, she went straight over to a door and pressed a button, letting it slide open to her own rooms off of Phantom's. Turning back to the door where Phantom was standing, she grinned and held the bottle up to him in a toast
Big Brother, I must prepare for war!
With another laugh she stepped into her room and let the door shut, leaving Phantom to his own devices. She stripped off her robes, which were now stiff with the brine of Kamino's unforgiving ocean, and stood under the hot water in the as long as she could. Steaming slightly as she wrapped a white, plush, towel around herself, Ty moved to her enormous walk in closet that Phantom had custom built specifically for her. There, she pawed through her clothes and costumes she was known to wear in the old days and tried to find the perfect outfit to throw her adversary (who would be Ferinus this particular evening) off his game at the sight of her. It was this factor that allowed her to keep pace with him the last time they had gone head to head in their drinking battle, tonight would be no different. What are you doing to yourself? A small voice in the back of her mind whispered as she held up a silk dress that was little more than a shawl. Why are you going through all this trouble for a man? Ty shook her head and tossed the dress over her shoulder and kept looking
I now I've got something.....
And there it was...
Right in front of her, hanging a little bit seperately from the rest of her clothes was the dress. One that the lovely Chel had made for her a long time ago during their companionship at the Arx.
Oh Mister Feri you are going to have a heart attack! TeeHee!!!!
Dropping the towel, Ty shimmied into said dress and pulled on a pair of strappy black heels. Normally one would not wear this sort of attire to a meeting like the one they were about to have, but Ty had a point to make. She fixed her hair and applied a small amount of make up to accent her silver eyes and ruby lips. This was the "serious" Ty, the look and demeanor that had earned her the rank of a "black widow" so many years ago. She liked this look the best. After being in her room for so long, Ty opened the door back into Phantom's room and stood there with a sexy smile and smoldering eyes
How do I look Big Brother? Am I ready for war?
By war, she obviously meant the drinking contest, but he knew that already. She walked over to the bar and poured herself a drink, like a lady, and sat down on the couch, crossing her legs and sipping on it, keeping the smirk.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on May 19, 2015 17:19:28 GMT -8
The Wraith came out of hyperspace over the water-logged planet of Kamino, it's cloaking device engaging almost immediately after the glistening black chrome craft slipped back into real space. At the helm sat Belbe, who scanned the space around the small vessel as soon as the hyperdrive had spun down. Sighting the Sabaoth Destroyer in orbit, she confirmed the vessel's markings before opening a communications channel to the larger craft. As she did so she sent notification of their arrival and the other ship's presence to Lord Stormro via his neural communications implant, smiling as her Lord confirmed through the network that he was en route to the cockpit.
"This is the Wraith, hailing the unknown Sabaoth Destroyer; do I presume correctly, judging by your markings, that you are in service to Lord Phantom Armageddon?"
As she waited for the other ship to respond Stormro walked up beside her, his gaze running along the length of the destroyer as they waited. "That certainly looks like Phantom's heraldry. I am going to go get Nel; forward any communications to me as they come in. Oh, and do get changed; if we are going to be meeting Lord Phantom I want you to dress accordingly..." With that he made his way back to his chambers, walking through his meditation chamber before stepping into the attached refresher without any concern for Nel's privacy despite the fact that he knew that she was showering. Without much in the way of fanfare, he spoke to the young Zabrak. "We have arrived at our destination Apprentice; finish your shower and get dressed. If I am not mistaken you may be enjoying the privilege of meeting a rather illustrious colleague of mine..."
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Post by Nel Bukk on May 19, 2015 17:44:57 GMT -8
Her fingers curled around the towel she had extracted, her knuckles going white as she attempted not to let loose on him for coming in on her while she was nude. She wrapped the material around herself more tightly before she turned back to her Master. Forcing a nod in acknowledgement, she quickly turned away again. Humiliation spiked but quickly lowered to a more manageable level, though the physical manifestation of it still showed against her pale skin. Even tinged with a tan, her skin was pale, and the red of a blush even went to her ears. She glanced back to him, however, trying to hide most of the red. "Yes, Master. I will be as quick as I can. Um... Master? How exactly would I need to address this colleague? I never really spoke much to the others, so I'm clueless to the protocol."
She immediately looked away again, wondering if she was being too bold in her question. Bruises covered her skin, mostly below her ribs or matching pairs on the front and back of her shoulders from his frequent ambushes. Part of her wanted him to leave, so she could dress in peace.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on May 19, 2015 18:52:40 GMT -8
Stormro could not help but to smile at her blush, amused by the humiliation which she clearly felt at his intrusion; Not only did the situation appeal to his sadism but it also served to keep his apprentice off guard and on her toes. As she voiced her question regarding protocol without showing her frustration over his intrusion he smiled with approval. "An excellent question Apprentice. I will give you a proper introduction once we arrive, but the ship in orbit which I have hailed bears the markings of Lord Phantom Armageddon, a Nagaian Sith Lord who is an old colleague of mine from my days at the now ruined Kashyyyk Academy. If I am not mistaken it is he who you might get the opportunity to meet." Walking over to where she had left her folded clothing in a neat pile, he laid out a skintight black bodysuit next to the tattered Jedi robes, turning back to look at Nel again. "If you would like Belbe has generously donated one of her bodysuits to your...limited wardrobe. While I would advise against wearing it by itself it should serve as a suitable under layer for your robes should you wish to wear it. Now hurry up and get dressed; Lord Phantom may respond at any moment and I would prefer not to keep him waiting any longer than is necessary should we be invited aboard..." He made no move to leave or give her any modicum of privacy; she had been given no such luxury during their months of training on Kashyyyk and she would receive no such luxury now. It was just another way for him to push her buttons and test her self-control.
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Nel Bukk
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Post by Nel Bukk on May 20, 2015 8:18:18 GMT -8
"Thank you, Master. And I will thank Belbe when I next see her for her generosity." Nel waited a few moments, waiting for him to leave. However, when he didn't, her blush returned and she gritted her teeth together. "Master, could you please step out so I can get dressed?" The calm in her voice was strained. She did not want to get dressed in front of him. A part of her was being modest, but there was also shame in her appearance. All of the bruises meant failure on one level or another, whether in Stormro's eyes or her own. At least, that was her perception of them. "Unless you still need to speak with me?"
She still refused to face him, but she did reach out to grab the body suit with one hand, the other holding her towel close to her form. For all appearances, it seemed she was being modest of her form, and some of the humiliation she felt probably could be sensed... and yes, there was modesty in mind, but again, the bruises. She didn't want to show them off, and she wasn't confident enough in herself to want to show it off regardless.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on May 20, 2015 16:07:49 GMT -8
Stormro's first instinct when she blatantly asked him to step out was to keep pushing her buttons by informing her of the fact that she had not enjoyed anything resembling privacy for months and that he saw everything which occurred aboard the Wraith which meant that the lack of privacy would only continue, but he could sense that there was more to her request than mere modesty and she was doing a good job of controlling her emotions without burying them at the moment so he relented with a sigh. Expanding his sphere of influence subtly, he pried into her mind to try and discern what was at the core of her request. Finding what he sought, he finally spoke as he turned and walked out. "Very well Nel; I only have one question for you..." His voice suddenly echoed softly within her mind as the door to the refreshed closed behind him, his tone soft, yet inquisitive. "...why are you ashamed of your bruises?" Stormro remained in her mind in case she found herself unable to send her voice to him through the Force. While he had already discerned the reasoning for her request via his mental probe he was curious to see how she would try to explain it. Perhaps by drawing her into a conversation about her hang-up he could help her to overcome it. As he waited for her response he walked over to the center of his meditation chamber and knelt, slipping into meditation amongst his collection of holocrons and other dark side artifacts. Perhaps, once she had dressed, she would join him and continue the conversation in person."
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Post by Nel Bukk on May 20, 2015 16:42:00 GMT -8
She started at the voice in her head, but it was only for a few seconds before her mind started working, trying to analyze her need to hide her bruises. She had no inkling that she hadn't had a modicum of privacy while they were in the Shadowlands. It felt strange talking with this method then in person, and a part of her wasn't sure she could properly articulate how she felt using that method. She was silent for a long moment as she dressed, contemplating how to answer. "I... am ashamed of my failures." It was hard figure out the right words to describe it. Mental scars and bruising she could hide from everyone. These bruises? Not so much, and it irritated her and just brought her weaknesses closer to view. Even now, with so much of her body covered, she was reminded of the failures she had dealt with through the pressure of the bodysuit on the bruises.
She left the showering room and went to look for him, as she was sure that was what he wanted. She really didn't want to talk about it, but she couldn't deny him the answers he wanted. She stopped in the door, her fingers coiling around the edge of the door with her knuckles white. "... Having others see my failures is even worse."
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Post by Ver'metus on May 20, 2015 17:10:26 GMT -8
*Ver approached the nearest empty room and stepped inside. As the door closed behind him, he dimmed the lights to their lowest setting. The man slowly removed his attire, and stepped into the 'fresher. He took his time enjoying it for once, taking his untrimmed beard and trimming it back down to the old goatee that he used to sport. Upon completion he exited the 'fresher and dons his usual garb. He its cross legged upon the floor in the corner and pulled the cowl of his cloak again.
His aura probed outward as he sinked deeper into meditation. He wasn't centering himself, he didn't care to meditate for such things, his focus went out towards a couple select few that he'd sensed the last time his aura expanded out from himself, the more he concentrated on them, the more the probosis extended from the old Anzat's face. Silently he wondered would Phantom miss just one or two; not that it would have stopped him, but he let his Anzati thought abilities reach into them as he meditated, just exploring for now. Who knew how long this was gonna last he'd need to have prospects in mind while he was here.*
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Post by Stevan Stormro on May 20, 2015 17:47:14 GMT -8
As Nel began attempting to work through her hang-up in her mind Stormro remained silent, observing her thought processes through the Force even as he observed her dressing via his neural network uplink. When she finally responded he smiled softly from where he knelt in the meditation chamber before responding in turn with a single question. "And why are you so ashamed of your failures?" As she emerged from the refresher and stood in the doorway of the meditation chamber Stormro opened his eyes and gestured for her to join him in the epicenter of the various dark energies and ancient whispers which filled the room, making it clear that he expected her to kneel next to him. Once she did he would close his eyes again, maintaining his subtle presence in her mind in spite of the two of them being in the same room.
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Post by Nel Bukk on May 20, 2015 18:55:25 GMT -8
Her master was keen on keeping her mentally talking. How lovely. She joined him at his side, closing her eyes to enjoy the calm that was here. Relative quiet allowed her to think, to plot things out, and she needed that right now. Why was she so ashamed of failure? The fact he hadn't rejected her as a student, his acceptance of her feeling like a failure... That nicked at her failure, making her start to wonder why she was ashamed in the first time.
"It... is something I have always struggled with. Failure means I do not... understand something. Have not succeeded at it. Having that on display means others can know I have failed at something... I do not like it." As always, her emotions seemed linked to frustration in one form or another. She had always gotten back up after she had failed. Not succeeding at something on the first try... She sighed as she mulled it over, wondering how her teacher would respond to this revelation. Even as she waited, she remembered a time, while saber training, where she had gotten up even when she wasn't supposed to be able to. A rather (unintentionally hard) thwack had seen her on the ground, and she had gotten up, albeit slowly. A piece of strength had been found deep inside that she didn't realize at the time she had access to.
She paused as that occurred to her. She did have strength in her... and her bruises just meant she hadn't given up yet. An inner voice swatted at the idea, wanting to cast it aside, and again, frustration reared up. She took a deep breath, trying to steady the emotion. It would be a while before she ever truly mastered her emotions, but... perhaps she was making progress...?
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on May 20, 2015 19:17:47 GMT -8
**Ferinus watches as his companions disappear into their rooms. He shook his head at Ty's challenge. He would not be so easily swayed as she believed.
He closed his onyx eyes and stretched out his senses. He didn't touch the world around him as a Ji'Dai did. He ensnared everything around him and examined it. He picked up the pinprick of the energy signature he was looking for and subsequently crossed into that empty room, closing the door behind him.
He pulled Invictus from his back, setting the Sith sword on the counter. Ferinus almost chuckled chuckles at the site of the warblade lying near the caf-maker.
Crossing the threshold, he looked from left to right until he spotted his personal durasteel crate. He opened its lid and paused for a small moment before gingerly reaching inside his tattered black robes, removing the metal cylinder containing his all-important creation. Ferinus stared down at the shining surface of the container for several moments before closing his eyes, breathing out through his nostrils and placing it inside the crate for now.
The Sith Lord crossed into the refresher and stripped his robe off. The faded, torn, burnt and waterlogged robe was garbage now. He stared his pale, scarred but chiseled form in the mirror. While it was true his physique had not diminished though he had reached his 40s, his skin was clearly malnourished. The Sith Lord actually found himself homesick for the tanned Nubian shade of his youth.**
"That belonged to a younger man....a foolish man."
**Ferinus stepped into the shower and closed his eyes, letting the warm water cascade down him. He betrayed a small smile as his sense engulfed everything around him. The natural world was so beautiful. Ferinus could sense every drop of water as it catapulted down all around him. He shaved the unruly scrabble on his face without leaving the shower.
Done bathing, Ferinus walked back into the living room in the nude before opening the dresser and seeing the collection of standard robes. The Sith shook his head and closed the dresser again. He crossed back to his crate and sifted through it, before starting in shock.**
"That's not possible....did I truly....?"
**Ferinus slowly unearthed the dress clothes he had so rarely worn in his life. In fact, the last time he had worn these were.....
.....At Feral's and Tanith's wedding.
For a fleeting moment, a figure appeared in Ferinus' peripheral vision. The Sith Lord jerked his neck to the right, but no one stood there. The older Master Alchemist grumbled lowly
If they were meeting someone for business, Ferinus would show strength by his friends' sides. He donned the elegant silver suit with matching silver shirt and tie. It even came with silver shoes.
Ferinus then ripped the tie out and cast it on the floor, leaving the shirt unbuttoned.
There was only one touch remaining. Ferinus sheathed Invictus on his hip this time.
Adjusting the sleeves on his wrists, he exited his room back into the hallway to join his allies. He set a hand on Invictus.
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on May 20, 2015 21:34:09 GMT -8
Walking in he barely had time to begin taking off his weapon belts before she had gotten into his liquor cabinet and already killed half a bottle. Shaking his head he chuckled at her antics and watched her doors close behind her. Sighing he walked to a closet and peeled off the overcloak he wore. Crossed belts around his body with another belt on his waist. Taking them off he put them into an automated receptacle which took the weapons off the belts and organized them, sabers, blasters, mines, throwing blades, grenades and the like all being sorted.
Cracking his neck he took off the loose fighting robe and there was a contraption along his arms that he removed, it looked like a rail release guard along the inner arms running alongside his biceps that held sabers in their clips. The rapid release system was hung up and sabers sorted before he tossed the robe into a washer leaving him in a tight fitting muscle shirt, fighting pants and combat boots. Smoothing back his matted white hair he headed to a bench and took off the boots and deactivated them both tucking them under the bench before heading to the bathroom.
Walking in he tossed his shirt and pants to the side and turned the refresher on and in a few moments steam rolled thick from the spray and he walked under. A small hiss leaving his lips as the scalding hot water hit his skin, or what parts of him were skin at least. He leaned against the wall with his left arm and peered over to his right arm, it had held up well under pressure...literally. The pneumatic system needed a little work and with some time he could convert it to straight mechanical so that the pistons would be a weakness that no longer mattered. He quickly lathered himself cleaning his skin of any impurities and then walked out. He snatched a black towel and quickly gave himself a quick dry and tied it around his waist. Alabaster skin in steep contrast with the towel he headed to the closet and caught a reflection of himself in the mirror
It had been so long since he was around these people, he was a freshly shaven apprentice, tattoos on his bald head and many fewer scars. His left hand slid to his chest, the thick ropy scar about 3 inches thick almost bisected him wholly, it ran down his body both sides and parted off on the side of his head. Now here he was ages later with shoulder length scraggley hair, his body a latticework of burns, scars and repairs and entire parts of him replaceable. Speaking of...
Walking to the head of the closet he put his right foot into a holder and bars thrust into his thigh and leg and began running diagnostics and the same began on his shoulder. As he did the calibrations an incoming comm blipped on the wall. Calling it up he saw a small ship and cocked an eyebrow. Just who was alive that knew his mark anymore. Most of them were either dead or on the ship and he did not know who else was there. Skeptical he took the call himself while the rods pulled back and sealed the flaps on his leg and arm. Flexing his fingers and toes he put on a fresh pair of dress style pants, loose enough to fight in and nice enough to be seen out in public with. As he began looking for his robes he replied to the call
This is Lord Phantom, who is it that is hailing my ship, I advise your reply get to the point as well, my command droid has a knack of blowing things up and apologizing later
Walking out he had pulled an undershirt and then put a heavy leather harness along the length of his spine before putting his ceremonial robe on. The cuffs of the robes were a deep blue with outward facing white palms, the trim of the black robes were done in blue and a big white palm on his back. Heading to a weapon locker he took a huge staff from it and spun it quickly and slid it in the slit on the top of his robe and it slid neatly into the sheath he wore underneath. He considered wearing all his weapons to this meeting, reunion, drinking...thing but at this point the fewer weapons would be best. Putting his boots back on and tucking the dress style pants into them he laded them high before getting a heavy overcloak intended to make an impression.
The cloak lightly dusted the floor, the trim was harvested Nexu fur dyed blue with hand stitched palms on the arms, back and the like. He rolled his neck and headed back out to the room and noticed Ty's room was open which meant she was...somewhere. That generally could be a good or bad thing and one never knew which until the last moment. He walked into the main area of his room and saw her in what could only be called fabric and chain and cocked an eyebrow
You are going out...in that?
Of course she was, it wouldn't be her if she wasn't. He shook his head and then called up the comm to the droids and began to have them organize the large meeting room. Drinks good and the like were being prepared, seats around the table and all began to be made and he called up service droids to stand out in the hall before tapping the datapad to send a message to all the occupied rooms. In all the rooms there would be the following message
The following meeting will take place in the central conference room, whenever you are ready you may exit your room and follow the droids to the lift and they will guide you to the conference room. The meeting will begin in the next 30 minutes.
After the message he turned back to Ty who had killed off most of his reserve stash of liquor and shook his head making the "come here" finger to her and tapped his foot. His massive stature seemed magnified with what he wore, it was not often he wore his ceremonial garb.
Are you ready, we need to head out...also no need to get a jump start on the drinking, we will have plenty of time for that ok?
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on May 21, 2015 3:33:04 GMT -8
When Phantom saw her and inquired about the dress, Ty gave an innocent smile and looked down at it
What this little old thing? Mrs Chel thought it suited me just fine! at least that's what she said when she made it for me! I'm going to call her and thank her if I win tonight
Ty looked up from her dress and saw him beckoning her to his side and she got off from the sofa and walked over to him in what only could be described as feline grace. Standing next to his massive form she looked up at him with a grin, the heels she was wearing gave her an extra few inches, but she still only reached up to his chest in height.
I only had half a bottle and a glass! Just a warm up Big Brother, you know my limits
She laughed and took his arm, ready for him to lead her to the conference room before she had a wicked idea and looked up to man beside her
Should I bring the Nexu costume to add as a bet for Feri? He seemed to enjoy it last time
Her grin was mischievous as she quirked an eyebrow at Phantom and poked fun at his brother in arms, not revealing whether she was lying or had been just talking in her sleep induced state down in the depths of Kamino
No, I'll save that for... a more private setting. If I win, you'll see him wear it
She laughed at the fact that she had basically had that whole conversation by herself and shook her head, straightening out her dress she smiles darkly up at him with a most dangerous glint in her eye
Ready for war when you are Big Brother!
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Post by Stevan Stormro on May 21, 2015 4:40:14 GMT -8
Stormro smiled, both in response to Phantom's response which Belbe had forwarded as instructed and to the revelation which Nel was working through in her mind. While she warred with herself internally to reach a conclusion to her thoughts he responded to Phantom via his neural implant, his soft, aristocratic voice bearing an amused tone as it reached the other Nagaian Sith Lord. "I very much doubt that your command droid would have much luck hitting me at this distance, even if your ship does have CGT arrays; Belbe is an exceptional pilot per my design. Regardless, rather than encourage your command droid to waste its time and resources I shall be blunt; this is Lord Stormro. I must admit to having been surprised when I received a report that a vessel bearing your mark was holding in orbit over Kamino Lord Phantom, but I would be lying if I said that I am not pleased. May we come aboard?" Once his reply had been sent, Stormro returned his focus to Nel, speaking as she seemed to reach a barrier in her mental progression. While the young Zabrak had progressed further in her mind than she had expressed verbally Stormro spoke as if he were not prying into her thoughts; there was a power which the spoken word held and Stormro had always been a master at drawing it out.
"The only failures which you should be ashamed of are those which you have not learned from. We learn best by first failing and then overcoming our shortcomings; this is something which many who feel the Force struggle to understand, gifted as they are, but not you. You have always struggled; every victory or accomplishment in your life has come about through your sheer determination to succeed against all odds. In spite of your failings you persevere and push on, demonstrating strength in the one area which has the potential to offset any disadvantage. That strength is something which we share; my greatest mistakes in life have become my greatest victories and every scar I earn is worn proudly as a trophy of my accomplishments. Do you understand what I am saying Nel?" He turned to look at her with an expression on his face which could almost be described as pride as he smiled. Nel may not have had the strongest connection with the Force, and her growth may have been horribly stunted by her years within the Jedi Order, but Stormro could sense the spark of potential within her; the same spark which had burnt brightly within him as a young child and which had compelled a Jedi Knight to take him to the Order for training in spite of his age and similarly unimpressive connection to the Force. He had sought the perfect apprentice and heir to his legacy in Sarisa, operating on the flawed assumption that if she were given everything she would thrive, but had found only disgust and failure. In the aftermath of that disappointment he had given up on training an apprentice, instead dedicating himself to preserving his own life so that his legacy would live on in the only way he thought it could. That had been many years ago, and yet it had taken Nel and the mirror which her life presented to help him finally understand his error in judgement. He might be hard on the girl, to the point that many would call him sadistic and cruel, but she held immense value in his eyes and in her he felt a sense of purpose which he had not felt since the days of his youth.
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on May 21, 2015 5:37:01 GMT -8
Stormro? Now there was a name long past and yet here he was...well here was someone claiming to be him though he did know his mark and there were only a few left that knew it. There wouldn't be any harm when they docked, if it wasn't Stormro the droids would shred the ship, scrap what they could and move on and if it was, then it was another old friend and potential ally.
Reaching back with the comm link he came to his conclusion
You are welcome to land, when you do the escort droids will show you to the guest quarters to stow your things and freshen up if need be. I will be in the conference room shortly so once you are ready, you can use the datapad to call the same escort droids to show you to where the conference room is. Your pilot is afforded the same options as far as stay is concerned. Any requests can be made through the in room datapad...within reason. Otherwise I look forward to seeing you soon
He set the comms unit down and cracked his neck sighing, it was a gamble as there was no true verification but time would soon tell what they were getting into
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Post by Nel Bukk on May 21, 2015 6:49:32 GMT -8
As her Master spoke, his words nearly mirrored her own internal thoughts and struggles and she looked over to him, blinking her surprise. She listened intently, taking in his words like they were a glass of cold water after a drought. The assurances he offered, though slight, soothed her and at least temporarily shackled the voice of doubt in her head. It validated the conclusions she had managed to come to, and though she might need to be reminded in the future of it, it was still there. He knew where she was coming from (or at least, she thought it did), and at the mention of his scars, her eyes flitted over him in curiosity before she met his eyes again. Her own sense of pride welled in her chest, and it showed in her blue eyes, and squared out her slim shoulders, straightened her spine. It was still a small emotion in her, but it was there. A slight smile quirked her lips upwards and she nodded. Her frustrations at her own weaknesses, her own failings, were momentarily assuaged, giving her at least a modicum of confidence in herself again. "I understand, Master."
There was more she wanted to say, to ask, but she held her tongue. She had no idea where to begin with her questions, and she wanted to have the questions properly thought out, her statements worded just right before she voiced them. He deserved that much out of her at least. The rest of it she would work on. Even still, her smile widened some. He was proud of her. That, more then anything else, settled her mind and worries... for now.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on May 21, 2015 11:14:01 GMT -8
Stormro rose as he closed the comm channel with Phantom, the smile still gracing his visage as he withdrew himself from Nel's mind and gestured for her to follow him at his right side. "Excellent. Now, we have received permission to board Lord Phantom's ship but be mindful of the fact that this is not an environment which I control; my vision does not extend to all areas as it does here, nor can we be sure that we are not being watched nor listened to. Phantom is an old friend of mine so I am not expecting that there will be any problems, but be cautious just the same. You will be staying in my temporary quarters while we are here, as will Belbe; are there any questions?" As they made their way from his meditation chambers towards the ship's ramp Belbe deactivated the ship's cloaking device and brought the Wraith into the Sabaoth's hanger, setting the elegant, gleaming black ship down in its designated landing space with an unnatural level of grace and precision as she quickly glanced over the hanger and its crew in a quick search for any obvious threats. She then made her way to the ramp, communicating with Stormro about her observations as she walked via his neural network uplink, and arrived just as Nel and Stormro reached the exit from the opposite direction. The athletic Nagaian woman had changed while Stormro and Nel had been in his chambers, the nondescript black-ops BDU's having been replaced with an immaculate replica of an Imperial Grand Admiral's dress uniform, and now looked every part the Admiral which she was. On her right hip was a holstered Westar-34 blaster pistol, while an elegant Makashi lightsabre hilt hung on her left hip. As Stormro waited for his apprentice's reply she checked the Wraith's external cameras once more, her efforts focused on discerning if there were any signs of danger before they lowered the ramp.
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Post by Nel Bukk on May 21, 2015 11:34:15 GMT -8
She swallowed, trying to calm herself down while she walked slightly behind him. Dealing with Stormro was one thing... dealing with other Sith was another. Though her fingers wrung together in front of her, she still stood tall and with her chin up. Again, she swallowed. She was a growing tempest of nerves, but she tried to keep herself at least pseudo-calm. Showing too strong of emotions would result in trouble, and though she knew her temper was still a problem, she would try what she could to keep in in line. At the question directed at her, she shook her head. She wasn't sure of any, really. "Um... If I am ever to address him, how would I do so, Master?" Her voice was quiet, almost not there as she partly withdrew back into her own thoughts.She had asked it earlier, but given he had no idea who they would have been facing at the time, he hadn't given her a proper answer. Now, though, perhaps there would be a more informative answer? She wondered if she even remembered how to deal with people, given that for the most part, the only contact she had recently was with her Master.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on May 21, 2015 11:58:05 GMT -8
Stormro smiled at her question; her concern for proper adherence to etiquette and protocol boded well for her future as his apprentice. "Lord Phantom should be sufficient Apprentice, presuming of course that he does not request that you refer to him as otherwise." At that he nodded to Belbe, who lowered the ramp before standing at attention to Stormro's left, mirroring Nel's placement on his right. The remained stationary as the machinery moved silently, and Stormro could not help but to sense his apprentice's growing apprehension. Expanding his sphere of influence gently, he reach out to her through the Force. "Calm yourself Apprentice; presuming that nothing major has changed in the years since I last spoke with Lord Phantom you have nothing to fear so long as you are respectful. Either way, I have no intentions of allowing you to be permanently damaged. Be proud; you are the first official apprentice whom I have ever taken. No other being in this galaxy may lay claim to such an honor." When the ramp reached the hanger floor Stormro made his way down, stopping at the base to great the escort droids before following them to their guest chambers with Nel and Belbe on either side of him.
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Post by Nel Bukk on May 21, 2015 12:12:29 GMT -8
Nel nodded once more, inhaling deeply through her nose before exhaling that way as well. She tucked her hands behind her back, holding onto them as she stood as tall as she could, which was still shorter then Stormro, but she was trying to look as impressive as she could. As his apprentice, she needed to make him look good, after all. With his words echoing in her head (in more than one way, even), her apprehension calmed down. Right. No pressure there. She let her pride simmer more and take over, and letting that out, it put a smile back on her face. He was right. No one else had that honor, even if it was more pressure on her.
There was no reason to be tense, to be worried. She just needed to keep her mouth shut and smile and let her Master do all the talking, really. That would keep her anger from exploding and her tongue from flying when it shouldn't. Unless the bastard decided to put her in the spotlight, anyways. She certainly hoped not. She paused and looked over to Stormro, and her smile softened. "By the way, Master... Thank you. For taking me as your apprentice."
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