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Post by prime wookiee on Feb 8, 2014 0:58:54 GMT -8
Time to clear his mine ) as he looked over asking around not any one know how to speak wookiee
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 18:42:06 GMT -8
He looked at her and smiled friendly. The white teeth were clearly visible in the shadows of the hood while the small trail of blood running from his nose was luckily hidden in the darkness. His sight was a bit blurry by now. He was too old to keep up and the last days had exhausted him more than he could say. The beat of his heart was funny. It seemed to become irregular. Maybe he should have told Anshara a few things. Like the fact that her uncle had died a few weeks before. Maybe he should have told her that she had been an orphan and that he had adopted her to do at least one good deed at the end of his life.
None of this would happen now but at least he could prepare the future. With a smile he sank down in a sitting position the legs pulled in. His eyes were fixed on Terra. Following an instinct he brushed back the hood revealing an old face with a short beard.
"About you yourself not much I fear. But you are in an age... there has been a time when I have been too full of myself. Judging the Sith to die and allowed others to live. There might be the chance... the chance that I have decided and you might have suffered." He coughed a bit before he spoke again: "You are still a padawan, eh? There is... an office over there. Has a trapdoor with a laboratory underneath. They were testing out Bogan alchemy." His breath was going harder. "Would you do me a favor? Would you... would you take care of... Anshara?"
She nodded when he asked if she was a Padawan and listened closely as he outlined the location of what sounded like a Sith Alchemy lab. She hoped Jade was listening too, as that was important, but she noticed that as the old man was coughing, and it was getting worse. She looked over at the unconscious girl being tended to by Mei and she guessed that was Anshara.
She turned back to the old man and nodded when he asked her if she would look after Anshara. Personally, she wasn't sure if she could do much to help at this point, but she would have to give it her best shot."I will...I mean I'll try..." She had noticed his steadily worsening cough while he had been talking, and it dawned on her that he might not have much longer to live."Is there anything else you can tell us?" |
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 9, 2014 20:48:57 GMT -8
There were more ways to hunt than one, and Jade kept her eyes and ears open as well as listening to the instinctive guidance of the Force. She had secured their prisoner in a fashion that while uncomfortable for him, would not be unnecessarily risky during the transit back to the Temple, at least, not under semi-ordinary circumstances.
She had just turned back towards Mei and Anshara, when she felt the sudden spike of surprise in Terra's Force presence. The old warrior's hand dropped immediately to her lightsaber hilt, but it rested there as she watched the girl. Several things occurred to her. Terra did not seem alarmed, though she had been surprised. Secondly, she was conversing with a being that remained out of her line of sight, and yet appeared normal within the Force. He was not attempting to block it, but rather was allowing the Force to flow through him in an unobstructed fashion. It was a method of hiding from Force-Users that only a very few used due to the discipline it required. Green light glinted in Jade's eyes as she considered the options and extrapolated the likely scenarios. She moved a bit closer so that she would know in time to react if anything should change the balance of power and pose a threat to her padawan. At the same time, she allowed her her privacy. Whoever the watcher was, he seemed to have a purpose behind his actions.
Mei finished stabilizing Anshara for immediate travel and looked up to find Nik nearby in case she needed assistance. Packing up her field medkit she slung it over one shoulder crossways so it hung across her torso diagonally. Then, addressing the others, "I'll levitate her to the speeder, and from there we need to move. Ready?" She had no intention of losing a patient in this fashion, but as soon as the girl was moved, it would literally be a race against time to get her to the Temple infirmary.
"Ready," Jade confirmed, glancing at Mei, then over at Terra, as she projected a flitting thought to the young girl via the Force, letting her know that they were ready to go.
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Nik Arreni
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Post by Nik Arreni on Feb 10, 2014 14:11:53 GMT -8
The Zeltron Knight slipped a hand under Mei's elbow and assisted her to rise in a fashion that while carried out with gallant poise, remained practical in nature. "Would you like my assistance in conveying her to the speeder?" he inquired as the two of them had occasionally joined together in manipulating the Force. He looked over towards Terra, she seemed to be talking with another. He'd felt the flicker of surprise, but not yet knowing her well, he had not yet interfered. However, he was determined to remedy the 'not-knowing-her-well' part in the very near future. Nik ran a hand through his hair, while contemplating the Jedi padawan from a distance. A small smile hinted at the pleasant nature of his thoughts, but other than that he remained unruffled externally.
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Post by Anshara on Feb 12, 2014 15:15:32 GMT -8
The old man lowered his head collecting his thoughts. Also he could sense her disappointment. Oh the youth. He closed his eyes and gathered his energies. Focusing on himself not minding if anyone could sense his presence in the Force. He calmed his mind to regain strength and for the first time in so many years the bright spirit showed himself openly on Coruscant. The darkness that surrounded him. Part of his being but only a surface to a mass of grey strength. The core itself, hard to find it might had been, was an edgy something of pure white and silver. A life full of scars caused by enemies and friends alike. The wounds ripped by betrayal worn proudly in the aura. The short erruption of energy loosened and a dulled something rolled away from him. Probably a lightsaber due to the metallic sound when it fell down through a grate.
As he raised his head to speak again there was a sly smile. He remembered something. His voice was firm and strong as he spoke: "Do or do not, young Jedi. You don't have to train her you only have to decide if you want to befriend with her. As for the question if I have more I can tell you... it's so much more but so little time and chance is that there are those who'd rather see me dead. Something you'll witness soon enough.
But there is one thing, a scent, a name. The name...", he cramped once more, the light of his aura started to fade quickly now, "The name you're looking for... it is Valeren.... Valeren... Leave me now. I need... I need my rest."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 12:03:38 GMT -8
Terra felt the old man's aura starting to fade and she rushed forwards, though there probably wasn't much she could do now. It almost seemed like the old man was dying, at least from what she could sense about him. She stopped beside him."Are...are you OK?"She felt a nudge in the Force from Jade, signaling that they were ready to move, and she realized that this whole thing with the lab would have to wait. Anshara needed their help...
She was about to turn back when she heard him mention a name. Valeren...she didn't recognize it, but it must have been important if he was telling her. She wanted to ask him more, but there wasn't time. There was nothing she could do for the old man now anyway, so she turned and ran back towards the speeder.
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 14, 2014 13:36:58 GMT -8
Mei shook her head even as she lifted Anshara off the ground, manipulating the Force to keep her steady with minimal movements so that her injuries did not deteriorate. Moving swiftly, she and Jade both got the girl back to the speeder and secured her as comfortably as possible in the rear seats. This would make travel accommodations a bit snug, but still possible. Mei of course remained in the back, kneeling next to the unconscious girl. Jade did likewise, noting that Terra would be with them shortly. She'd speak to her about what had happened in the ruins later, if her padawan did not come to her first.
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Nik Arreni
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Post by Nik Arreni on Feb 14, 2014 13:40:37 GMT -8
The Zeltron Jedi didn't wait any longer, moving fast to the speeder he slid into the pilot's seat with the lithe agility that his species was known for. Fingers dancing across the controls, he powered up the repulsorlifts as the other situated themselves in the speeder. Pulling back on the steering yoke as the speeder hovered just off the ground, he turned the vehicle so Terra could slip in the unoccupied front passenger seat next to him.
Greeting her with a smile, he revved up the power and sent them flying back towards the Jedi Temple and the medical care that Anshara desperately needed at this point.
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Post by Anshara on Feb 14, 2014 20:06:02 GMT -8
As the old man's aura faded away, it was like a whisper in the wind. Like any dying soul strong in the Force it took seemed to leave the body. The difference was that this sould didn't only leave the body but headed for one direction. The point of becoming one with the Force interrupted as the will strong and decisive led the essence of the being somewhere else. Not searching but knowing where to go.
As an old man died a few streets further away another woke up. A young man maybe between his mid-twenties to starting thirties showed brain activity for the first time in his life. Only seconds after the death of an eighty year old rogue Jedi the spark of life caused him to move. The man opened his eyes and smiled. Well the corners of his lips went up a bit. The Jedi Order had had quite a few reasons to call him a traitor once and one was his readiness to utilise the powers of Bogan. At least some of them.
The clone body had been kept in shape. Electronic pulses to stimulate muscles growth and forced nutrition had kept the body prosperous. This had consumed a lot of money to be kept as a backup plan but the man had deemed it worth it. His twin brother had done before and it worked quite well. Looking up now he saw his twin and they both shared the sadness in their eyes. Anshara was lost to them but still maybe she could have a life now. Looking in a mirror of the speeder the man saw how young he was now and shivered slightly. He would have embrassed death with quite some joy but there were things left to do like making sure his adopted daugther was safe.
He got used to his body as quickly as possible and together with his brother he ran off to the warehouse stumbling at times. The nervous system had get to get used to a controlling mind. Once there the man got back his lightsaber and looked at the corpse that had been left behind. It was terrifying to see the own dead body but it had collapsed. Too damaged by the last fight against a Dark Lord of the Sith to keep up with the powers he had used now to conceal himself and take out four assassins. Nineteen years and the body hadn't fully recovered. He thought about leaving the body where it was but then again... if the Jedi Shadows would get involved there might have been a chance for them to find out that only the body had died. He wasn't sure of how much they knew about his powers.
The two brothers took a picture of the position. Stripped the corpse of the shadow naked and while the reborn man disintegrated the corpse using his lightsaber, his twin placed the clothes on the ground using the picture to draped the clothes on the ground giving a lot of thought to the appearance of how it would look like when the body would have simply vanished. Once they were done they left as quickly as they had come. Moving fast but quietly.
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Post by Rokien on Feb 15, 2014 7:20:41 GMT -8
It only took nearly a day for a repair shuttle to finally show up and drag Rokien's ship to a repair yard in Coruscant's Underworld, it seemed like it would be both expensive and a long time before Rokien got it back.
"Just fix the engine and nothing else, OK?"
The mechanic grunted in agreement and Rokien was rushed out of the repair shop and onto the streets. The repairs were going to cost him every credit he had, he needed work or a quick way to make credits. Rokien started down the street looking for any work: a bounty that needed collecting, maybe he'd try his hand at The Outlander Club but that would require money in the first place. At this point Rokien would settle for a low paying job in a bar.
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Mary Cerulea
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Mar 6, 2014 14:23:05 GMT -8
Holocron Days
The woman sitting at the edge of a pile of trash looked nothing like the one that had fled the apartment far above nearly two weeks ago. That woman had been a comfortable weight, with a pack full of things, clean shoulder-length hair, & uninjured. This woman was shriveled from eating only what she could scavenge out of trash bins. Her hair was too dirty for someone to be able to tell the natural colour, & much of it was falling out in clumps. Her only belongings were hidden beneath her baggy & scavenged clothes. The final piece was a jagged wound that started at her left ear & wrapped around her face, crossing her lips to reach her jaw. The wound was slowly leaking pus & the woman would occasionally spit, revealing that she had also lost three teeth to the injury. Despite all of this, it was, in fact, the same woman, within twenty minutes of entering what could be considered the undercity proper, she had been mugged. She had escaped with her life, but everything she had brought had been stolen. The only exception was the holocron that she had hidden on her person, & the carbine that she had used (after being injured) on the muggers.
To the others that haunted this section of the city, she was merely a crazy lady that talked to herself. The others mostly left her alone, as those that tried to mess with her found her much more willing to use her weapon than she was before the mugging. Despite the thoughts of the others, Mary was not talking to herself. She was, in fact, getting a crash course in history of the major Force orders. She was also getting a good bit of practice with a few basic Force powers, as few noticed or cared if a piece of wrapper was fluttering about in the breeze (even it there wasn't a breeze were they themselves were standing) or it a pile of trash 'settled' a little from time to time.
Today however was different. Today, someone was coming to visit Mary. A little old lady was slowly wheeling a large cart down the walkway, softly humming something that sounded vaguely like 'hev hoe, al tigetter'. There was something distinctly creepy about the woman & the walkway emptied out as the others there seemed to vanish into the walls as the woman drew closer to them.
Unlike the others, Mary didn't so much as shift her weight as the old woman slowly drew level with her. There was a brief moment as the old woman stopped directly in front of Mary. Mary glanced upward at the old woman, saw a glimmer of three red lens, & barely had time to think 'oh ***t' before the old woman's cart exploded outward. Various bits of trash & scrap rained down on a section of the walkway that could be measured in metres. The Wardroid that until that point had been concealed inside the cart paused for a moment, one bladed limb sunk into the durable walkway floor. The droid turned to the left, lagging only a moment behind the action of the old woman.
Mary held her body close to the ground, crouching with her right hand pointing her bright red carbine at the droid & the other holding her slightly off the ground. A new rip had been added to the left sleeve of her baggy coat & blood dripped slowly from the shallow wound. With a whirring series of clicks, the droid launched itself at the younger woman again. Once again she rolled out of the way, this time firing twice with the loud thumping of the powerful carbine at the hulking machine as it passed. Bumping up against the rail, she pulled herself upright quickly, turning to see how much damage she had done. Two spots on the droid were glowing & smoking slightly, but the droid didn't seem to notice or care if there was any real damage. Two more passes ended much the same way, with the droid growing closer with every pass.
It was at this point Mary realized that the old woman had yet to attack. A quick glance in that direction showed the old woman was standing off to one side, but keeping her face directly toward Mary. The lens of the mask glittered again in the faint light. Suddenly, Mary understood. The droid, despite its powerful frame, was not meant to operate alone. Without a spotter, it would simply sit still. The woman was directing the droid with the mask. Rolling out of the way of the next charge, Mary used the Force to rip the mask from the old woman's face. Springing to her feet again, Mary turned, ready to kill the old woman & take the droid for herself. However, the droid & woman had vanished, a gaping hole in the railing & the muted sound of a crash from far below the only clue to their current location.
For a moment, Mary debated throwing the mask down behind them. Instead she fitted it onto her face. Mary was surprised briefly at the complexity of the mask. Despite the gloom of being this deep in the city, it was as bright as day to the mask. She could also see through much of the trash & other light clutter scattered across the walkway (leaving her field of view scattered with wireframe meshes), though not through anything metal or the duracrete itself.
This place was no long safe though, the Exchange had apparently managed to find her again. She would have to go deeper.
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Yolem
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Post by Yolem on Mar 9, 2014 15:23:28 GMT -8
Close to the warehouse where Anshara has been rescued More than a week had passed since Yolem had come down here. He waited, meditating and scanning the area for any sign, any ripple in the Force. He had felt the surge of power and recognized the aura. He knew who had been here and he wanted to see that person but for eleven days he had been waiting and nothing had happened. Nothing except for a few thugs suddenly changing their minds and leaving innocents if something like that existed down here alone. When he had come down, he had searched the warehouse, the stench of burned flesh and hair had been in the air so he was sure that the clothes on the ground had been placed there. The man hadn't vanished becoming one with the Force. Corpses were all around as well as a few traps which the old master had removed quickly so no harm could come to anyone. Finding nothing of interest to him he left everything else like it was to wait for someone to return. The old master closed his eyes and again he revived the memories of a time long passed: A young boy looked at him. The eyes were greyish-blue and intelligent but lacking the liveliness of any other child that age. The green Jedi Master knew of the ancestry of the boy and the background story he had. A lost cub torn between worlds, pushed over the edge and left alone as the master of the child had died. At the age of twelve this young boy had to be an adult. He had killed a Sith more because of the fact that the Sith hadn't been expecting a child to be a threat. The boy had become a warlord on a planet in the Unknown Regions and was worshipped as a divine being. A boy who just wanted a life for himself close to the abyss of the Darkside. Yet he was so far away for his mind didn't allow him to take that last step.
A young man on Ilum looking over the white wasteland. A scholar or at least he would have loved to be one. The grip of the Darkside had never let gone of him and most artifacts he had found had taints of darkness or were in the possession of Bogan-cults. Yolem approached the nineteen year-old knight who played with his cut-off padawan-braid. He could sense the storm raging in the young man's mind as he pondered if he was really ready. They had a philosophical debate about the forces that could corrupt a mind and if once brushed by it could they ever be freed of it.
Yolem searched with his mind for the intruder. He wanted to find him and release all his pain and turmoil on him. He wanted everyone to suffer like he had suffered. The old master growled as he couldn't find who was bothering him. Anger, pain and sadness dictated his mind after the Sith who had captured him had unleashed the Torture of Chagrin onto him. Yolem was furious. The Order had failed the Republic, the Republic had failed the people and all Jedi had been wiped out. He whirled around and looked into the face of a mid-thirty year old Jedi Shadow. Sadness was in the greyish-blue eyes as he offered Yolem a white rose and slowly reminded him that the era of the empire was long gone. Back then his former padawan had brought him back into the light, saving him from the abyss of Bogan.
The man was about forty and but a shadow of his former self. The unbendable spirit was ragged but to proud to ever break. He didn't answer any of Yolem's questions and so the master sat next to him and comforted his old student with silence. He looked at the grim face that once seemed to take nothing serious. The hard eyes that by now were rather of a stormish grey as well as the hint of grey in the hair. Even without talking Yolem knew what was up. The man he had known had seen things and been in deeper in the fight against the Siths than most others. He had lived with them and even trained a few of them to take them out from the inside. Always true to the cause his methods had been doubted on several occasions a promotion to master had been turned down. It had been driven even further and for a few months after saving a Mandalorian's life he had been hunted, obducted and interrogated by the Jedi Shadows. When his innocence was proven he had not even heard an apology.
A storm raged when Yolem confronted his padawan of once on Kamino. The old green gremlin asked him to surrender and follow him to Coruscant. The man now close to fifty refused. He argued. Not angrily but determined and sure of what he was talking about. He told Yolem what went wrong within the Order. That the Jedi Shadows or at least a part of them were holding back informations making it impossible to control them. He told the small one that the Shadows had too much power and no one to watch the unseen watchers. The old master argued back that he had lost his mind. He had been out for far too long and that all Jedi Shadows stood true to the cause. The argument heated up and finally the green gremlin drew his lightsaber to take his friend in. The former Jedi Shadow didn't even touch the hilt of his lightsaber. Instead he gave the incentive to the thought of a mole within the ranks of the shadows and leaped into the stormy waters never to be seen again.
Seventeen years ago Yolem stood in front of a member of the Council of Knowledge and the a Jedi Shadow. The same of a few years earlier when he had asked for an investigation within the own ranks. Sadness overwhelmed him and drove tears in his eyes when he heard the final judgement: "He killed a Jedi Watchman and two of our Jedi Shadows. There can be no doubt. Kel Var-Maren has fallen to the Darkside.A teardrop ran from the closed eye of the ancien master. |
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Post by Anshara on Mar 20, 2014 16:49:00 GMT -8
A shadow became more real and stepped out into the light. He stood right across the street on a beam between two buildings. The being looked down at Yolem and nodded towards the old Jedi master. The grey robes made it impossible to see the exact features of the body and the hood hid the face. Still there was an intense glare fixed on the old Jedi. A hand appeared and a long and elegant finger pointed in one direction. The hand itself might have reminded anybody of that of an artist or noble but in fact it was the exact clone of a hand that was quite proficient in assassination and wielding a lightsaber. After the hooded being was sure that the old master had understood it stepped back into the darkness, became one with the shadows and started to move. Quickly and without hesitation.
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Yolem
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Post by Yolem on Mar 20, 2014 16:59:55 GMT -8
Yolem had waited for so long. It was the thirteenth day of his lonely watch when the Shadow appeared. Mixed emotions filled his mind for a short moment but he pushed them aside. His old student had returned. Searching the last seventeen years for the assumed rogue Jedi he had decided to return to the heart of the Jedi Order and the Republic. Yolem wasn't sure if he was impressed or annoyed by the courage or arrogance his padawan of once showed. The old master nodded in agreement as he saw the pointing finger and with a little shock saw a hand far too young for the age of the man he was expecting to see. Nonetheless he grabbed his cane and started running, aiding himself with the Force and overcoming the effects of age at least for a short time. He leaped up to a beam and from there on to several ledges leading him several stores upwards. Finally he stood on a beam with an impossible angle to the place where wanted to get to. Yolem was looking for a way around when he followed his instincts and took a leap of faith.
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Post by Anshara on Mar 20, 2014 17:16:21 GMT -8
The grey robed being moved quickly from ledge to ledge, from house to house while dodging speeders. He arrived only a few seconds before Yolem, took his time and closed his eyes following the flow of the Force. Like a silver lining it coloured his way to the next rooftop. A leap aided by the Force a tad more than the others before three steps up the wall just to leap up grabbing the window ledge and pull-up using the Force to catapult himself on the rooftop. He smiled with closed eyes, took two breathes and gained speed as he started running. In mid-air he caught Yolem, while running up the wall he had placed him on his back, while leaping up he got used to the extra weight and as he landed on the rooftop he felt like he was back in the time around his knighting. He chukled as he let Yolem down on the ground but worries and sadness quickly gained the upperhand. He sat down in front of Yolem and pushed his hood back looking at the old master. The face was that of a younger man maybe in his late twenties.
"I guess now you know Why I have been on Kamino twenty years ago. I hope we can get along without fighting this time for it has been far too long that the two of us simply sat down and talked about the universe, philosophy and stuff like that. Far too many years I might add and while the years have been kind to you I had to rely on a little bit of cheating as you can see."
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Odi
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Post by Odi on Mar 21, 2014 5:01:40 GMT -8
The delivery speeders that left the Outlander Club flew overhead the Underworld. From the outside, the speeders appeared normal, faded decals portraying a cleaning service were displayed along the sides. But within them, rode 10 men.
"Danny, I need a secure line with the TOC (Tactical Operations Center). I might as well give them a heads up we will be ahead of schedule, and Marcus, make sure Mr. Erink is presentable. I'd hate to get heat for that face lift I've given him." Said Odi.
Two men nodded and went to work. Danny started working on the internal communication gear that was packed into the side of the speeder. The medical sergeant Marcus chuckled quietly as he started opening Bacta Patches from his aid-bag. The Bacta Patches were medically treated bandages with high concentrations of bacta in them. Normal injures in combat were quickly treatable, although further treatment of an actual Bacta Tank and surgeons were needed once in safety.
Most of the equipment the men in Odi's group used were highly experimental and top secret. Benefits of being part of a special operations group. After a few moments a handset was given to Odi with the thumbs up sign from Danny, signalling the line was ready to go. Grabbing the handset Odi pressed on the PTT and spoke.
::Legion Main, this is Renegade Six, over.::
A few moments past before the handset came alive and the higher command responded.
::Go for Legion Main, over.::
::Roger Legion Main, We have successfully grabbed codename Flame. Green on personnel and equipment. Package is in like new condition. He took the hard way, how copy? Over::
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Post by Odi on Mar 21, 2014 6:31:32 GMT -8
Odi's transmission ended and he looked over to his men. He couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief as he thought back on past memories he had had with them. He watched Doc Marcus work on the criminal and thought about the Tatooine Op, when he nearly severed his forearm at the elbow from a dagger that was too sharp to be normal. Looking over to all the guys, memories came flooding back. He remembered the first time he took charge of them. It had been a war on a distant planet. Senate deemed necessary that a Task Force be put together, and the first people they called were the Kaminoan Cloners. They were hoping for another Jango Fett group of Super Soldiers, but due to political set backs, they were unable to have the clones.
The Senate in all it's wisdom decided on a draft through-out the galaxy. Single handed they picked the top recruits through-out the galaxy. Men mostly, of the highest caliber. Most came from Mandalore and other Mandalorian rich colonies. Perfect soldiers to handle such a cry for help. The other ragtag group of soldiers came from far reaches of the galaxy, drafted and trained to the highest standard.
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Odi
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Post by Odi on Mar 21, 2014 6:42:53 GMT -8
The newly created Special Operations Task Force also known as SOT-FOR, sent out it's best groups to the far war hoping that the money they spent was not in vain. They were proved right after only a year of conflict. The SOT-For became a renowned group, known for high end operations and excellent results. Odi was a Team Leader for one of the best groups within SOT-For. It was rumored the war couldn't of been won if it hadn't of been for his Renegade Element's Direct Action Operations and Covert Recon.
Odi shook his head as his handset came to life with the reply from his higher command.
::Renegade Six, that's a good copy. Delivery the package and reel in the leash. Good job men, just like the old days. Legion Main out.::
Odi handed back the handset back to Danny and leaned back in the seat. It was only a short while until the speeders banked and started the landing procedure. The back doors opened a moment later and Odi stepped out while his men brought the captured man to the holding station within a warehouse in the secure compound they now landed. Walking off to one of the side building, Odi took off his ballcap and ruffled his hair before stepping through the door.
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Post by Odi on Mar 21, 2014 10:48:48 GMT -8
The interior of the building smelled of sterile cleaning supplies. It was a comfort to the ex soldier. It brought him at ease and reminded him of days of glory. As if he shed a mask he stood straighter to his full height and walked down the hall. A few armed personnel stood throughout the hallway, their eyes looking at Odi as he moved deeper into the building to a staircase that descended.
Taking the stairs all the way to the bottom, he entered a large area, filled with computer monitors and massive screens against a vast wall. Keeping his eyes straight, he moved to the fall wall where a sectioned area with clear glass made for an office. Opening the door Odi entered and stood before a wooden desk that was carved in ancient tribal symbols. Odi rendered a salute and held it.
"Reporting as ordered, Sir."
A man his face down looking into a stack of reports and paperwork, kept his eyes on his work and spoke. His voice was harsh and quiet, a past injury had stricken the Commanding Officer with weak vocal cords and savage scars upon his throat.
"Relax Mike, this isn't the old day. Although if it were, I guess I'd be more concerned over the status of our new detainee than your military customs and courtesy. It's become my knowledge that Mr. Fatif Erink, aka The Flame, has sustained some heavy facial injuries and not only his entire left side rib cage shattered, but a punctured lung. We pulled the video from the club surveillance and I'd say I'm not impressed with your lack of control."
The Commander breathed deeply, his ragged breath bringing flush to his cheeks as he regained his composure. Odi knew that his Commander was not finished.
"Look Mike, these aren't the old days anymore. You can't snap every target in half then throw them at our clients feet expecting a clap on the bag and a smile. We're hired because of our roots, and I mean the covert side. You are my top operative and I pulled every string I had left to not only get you out of the hell hole you landed yourself with the Senate, but get your old team back together."
Taking another ragged breath, the CO looked up from his papers finally and the milkiness of his eyes stared straight at Odi. The Commander had be injured many times in many battles. In the old days it was rumored he was once a Jedi Knight that left the Order and chose the life of a soldier. How he was able to see without the use of his eyes, had been a tale that was told throughout the years. But still the weight of his gaze hit Odi and a wave of guilt washed over the soldier. The CO shook his head before continuing.
"You are what holds this organization together. The men look up to you. Your leadership and skill has lead them to countless victories through the war but this is a new era. SOT-For is gone, but we remain. The operations we get are never the ones we want, but it's the ones we need. We are ruled in this galaxy by an almighty rule. He who commands wealth, commands power. And with that power he rules all. Now, Mr. Erink will be fixed up before being handed over to the cilents, and luckily for use, you still have a knack for snatch and grabs. He shouldn't come up missing for at least a few days and by then his own organization will already be routed out. Think of it this way, you brought stability and us another pay check. Vacation will come another day because we need you to go to Tatooine. Seems as if it's time to dust off the old weapon because this one will be a spinner. Prepare your team, you leave immediately. Dismissed."
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Odi
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Post by Odi on Mar 21, 2014 10:53:03 GMT -8
Odi nodded and turned on his heel, striding out and making his way back through the hall and out of the building. Once outside, he moved to a smaller building and opened the door, his men were standing there talking their gear still on, a few exchanged laughs put Odi's mind at ease. At least they would be in a good mood he thought.
"Alright guys, I'm going to get to the point. No leave for us, we're back out to work. Matt, bring up our latest and greatest mission. We're going back to Tatooine."
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