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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 15:58:27 GMT -8
Vee slumped in the chair with relief after the streaking stars flew past the viewport. The aftermath of the adrenaline rush left her feeling exhausted, the lack of sleep from the previous evening not helping matters. Don jogged into the cockpit, not slowing until he grabbed her in an embrace, pulling her up from her chair.
Are you ok? His voice came out slightly muffled as his face pressed into her hair.
She nodded, letting her body rest against his as his strong arms held her up. I'm fine. They remained like that for several long moments before Don gently pulled away, looking into her eyes.
I'll check on the doc, you go get Sven.
Vee bit her lower lip, anxiety blooming anew. Ok. Her voice was reluctant.
As she turned to leave, Don called behind her. We're safe now, if you want to lay down and sleep a little more, go for it. I got things here.
Vee turned back to him with tired eyes and a nod before exiting the cockpit and padding her way barefoot to her and Sven's shared cabin. She hesitated outside the entrance before finally hitting the button on the panel to open the door. It was completely dark. Vee took a step in and waited for a few moments so her eyes could adjust. She didn't want to turn on the light and startle him. As her eyes grew accustomed, Vee could barely make out Sven's form lying on the bed, back towards the door. Sven? Her voice was soft. Vee shuffled her way to the bed, not wanting to risk tripping over something on the floor.
She carefully sat on the edge, still trying to get her bearings. The mattress felt so inviting after sleeping in the cockpit. Sven. She lightly pat her left hand on the bed in the direction she saw his sleeping outline, coming into contact with what seemed to be a bare arm. She shook it gently.
When she still received no response, she laid down beside him, slipping under the covers wearily as far from Sven's form as the bed would allow. There was plenty of time to debrief him on what happened...right now she would rest..
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Jul 11, 2015 9:58:47 GMT -8
The jolt from jumping into hyperspace awoke Ronin. In his groggy state he tried looking around, his sight fading in and out, focused and not focused. Gingerly he removed the cat mask and placed it to the side, his head throbbed. Touching the side of his head with his fingertips brought the feeling of a million knives stabbing into him. Bringing his fingers back before his eyes he found his hand covered in blood. Ronin guessed his whole left side had been hurt in the fight. A silent curse to himself for his own stupidity. Though alive it hurt to breath in too much. He suspected a few of his ribs had been broken, his left arm hung useless; probably just out of socket. His face was probably covered in blood, than again head wounds bled profusely no matter how small.
Ronin almost tried to get up but decided against it, no point hurting himself further, plus he was so very tired and the floor was so comfortable. With lids weighing heavily Ronin sat there waiting for someone to come help him to his room to be patched up.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2015 13:53:09 GMT -8
Don waited until Vee left before checking the systems to make sure everything was as it should be.It wasn't because he didn't trust Vee or thought her incapable. Her current state worried him and he needed reassurance that everything was being done properly. Having each other's backs was part of the job.
Don jogged to the ship's entrance, immediately finding the doctor slumped against the hatch. Sighing heavily, he ran a hand through his hair as he crouched on the balls of his feet in front of the doctor and did a mental inventory of his wounds.Didn't look too bad...left arm looked dislocated, his head was mat with some blood which seemed to find it's way on his face. It was nothing that couldn't be handled, especially when it came to a Force user.
Don snapped his fingers in front of Ronin's face to try to get him to come to, not wanting to touch him and risk further injury of possible something he couldn't see. Hey doc...hey...let's get you taken care of, yeah? What can I do to help?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 18:39:27 GMT -8
She could understand their disbelief, considering that their physical appearances suggested a much wider age gap than was fact, but she was quite certain that had they seen Zion even just a couple years sooner, they'd have had a far easier time believing it. The last few years had taken their toll on Zion, and given him a slightly more... mature look, so to speakShe chuckled a little at the comment, not realy able to deny the truth of the statement=Amber Caird=hehe, I'll admit he does look older, but looks are not always everything, especially with the Cinn D'aois. For example, I'm 290 years old, though I look a lot closer to 29, and a lot of others are like me, old in years, but young in appearance. Though, there are those that are like Zion, who look a bit older for one reason or another, most of them for rather shadowy reasons. But, that goes without saying, that your father is a complicated man, and that the reason he has aged such as he has, are far different to usual cases. The real point I'm trying to make though, is dont judge a book by its cover. All that aside, your father is only 10 years older than me, so yes, we did grow up together for a number of years. It used to be the four of us back then: me, him, and your aunts, Hikari and Akari. Though I guess six, if you counted Dario and Steph. But, that was a long time ago now...
That aside, they both figured that expanding their understanding had been the reason Amber had offered to answer their questions, so that they wouldn't be as in the dark about everything as they had been. Their interest was suddenly peaked when Amber mentioned a handful of new names that they hadn't heard before, with Summer being more excited by the mention of them having aunts*We have aunts? what are they like?! will we get to meet them?Excitable much? I will admit, I am curious about who they all are... |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 19:31:38 GMT -8
As soon as she had mentioned their names, she felt a wave of regret that was further compounded when Summer got excited about having aunts. She'd known the subject was bound to come up eventually, and there was no way it was going to be an overly happy conversation, considering all that had happened and the eventual fates of each person she had mentioned. The one thing she was certain about, was that she couldn't tell the girls the full truth about what had happened
The smile faded a little from her face, no longer in quite as jovial a mood as before, as she shifted her gaze down a little, not quite able to look the girls in the face as she prepared her answer
=Amber Caird=
I'm... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought up their names, it's just... well... they all passed away. I didn't mean to get your hopes up... but, Hikari and Akari were amazing women, I am sure you would have both liked them and gotten along well with them. In fact, they were a lot like you two, Hikari was always more serious and hard on Zion, whilst Akari was very much the cheerful one, always getting doted upon... As for Dario and Steph, well, Dario was Zion's closest friend, in fact, he was practically family, and Steph... well, She was his first girlfriend, but many years have passed since they were together...
Amber quickly wiped away a stray tear, before trying to retain her composure
=Amber Caird=
I really have turned something fun into a rather sad occasion, haven't I? Though, you just have to have some bad times to appreciate the good times...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 20:20:40 GMT -8
*The revelation took both of the girls by surprise, since neither of them had quite expected such a response, considering that everything that had learned so far indicated their people were practically immortal. A slight sadness settled over the two girls, for even though they didn't know know any of them personally, the loss was still felt. It was Winter who decided to speak first, realizing the folly of dwelling on such a sad event that they had no control over*
It is we who should be sorry, we got ahead of ourselves. There is still soo much we dont know, and not all of it is going to be good... It seems as though our Dad's past is filled with a lot of sorrow...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 21:04:51 GMT -8
It seemed Winter was quite perceptive, and had managed to really hit the nail on the head about everything. Although, that said, she was at a bit of a disadvantage when it came to Zion's past, since she hadn't really seen him for a long time, and most of her personal experience with him, had usually ended with sorrow
She gave a slight nod, to confirm Winter's statement
=Amber Caird=
Indeed, his past has not always had happy endings, but Zion hasn't let it define him, he has fought against it with all his being, and in the end, he has always found some good to come of it all. Besides, I'm not exactly an expert on all of your father's past, but I can say with confidence that there was certainly plenty of happy moments for him that didn't always end in sorrow, you girls are clear evidence of that, since he clearly found someone who he could settle down and have children with. At any rate, perhaps now is a good time to go and get some rest, there is still plenty of time to talk before we arrive at our destination...
With that, Amber got up and lead Summer and Winter to the room right next to Zion's, before wishing them to sleep well as she closed the door and headed over to the other side of the ship, to get some sleep in her own bed in the first mate's cabin which she had claimed as her own. The rest of the trip passed without incident, as Amber continued to help the girls understand who certain people were as best she could
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 21:25:04 GMT -8
Obadiah had spent most of the trip on the bridge, occasionally making any adjustments that the nav computer required him to make, but for the most part just shuffling through his cards, or going over the required autopilot programming, since once they arrived to Kamino, he and Amber were going to be setting up an ambush, meaning there would be no actual pilot onboard. He was finishing up the final touches of the programming, when an alert let him know they were close to their destination, before he got on the ship comms
=Obadiah Traevis=
Alright folks, we're about to arrive in the Kamino system, meaning our operation is about to begin. We will be arriving first, meaning we will have a few minutes to make it planetside and get into place, before the Whitecloak arrives with Zacaiah and Zion, so we cant mess up. Get ready!
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Jul 14, 2015 7:59:06 GMT -8
Don snapped his fingers in front of Ronin's face to try to get him to come to, not wanting to touch him and risk further injury of possible something he couldn't see. Hey doc...hey...let's get you taken care of, yeah? What can I do to help?
"Yea did anyone get the plates on that bus that hit me?!" Ronin's head swayed from side to side"I guess a bandaid and a lollipop is in order...maybe even a sticker. Awe hell just help me up to my room." Reaching up with his right arm he tilted his head to his left side."Careful with the left side, the shoulder is out of socket, I think I have a few broken ribs, my hip is throbbing, and my head is throbbing. Kriff me sideways I'm just all sorts of messed up." Ronin used Don as leverage to get to his feet. Standing with a few winces his face grew serious"Were we followed, and was anybody hurt?" He hoped he had a little time to heal up, though his mind was still sharp his body would be little good to them if they were attacked out here in space. With his hand shown he didn't have many more aces up his sleeve, his cover was blown. Ronin had done his job, done what he was hired to do. He just didn't think so much would have happened so soon. Four sith dead in under 24 hrs with two more having attacked. Bit of a record for him, still the last two were much higher level, older, wiser, stronger. The others were low ranking sith, still put up a fight but not enough to prove too much. What worried Ronin the most is so many had attacked in such a short time, how many were left in this group left to be seen? |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2015 15:20:51 GMT -8
Don carefully crouched to Ronin's right side, pulling the man's right arm around his neck and placing his right hand on the doctor's left hip, firmly hoisting Ronin up in a standing position as best he could without jolting the docter's left side.
Everyone is alright, I don't think we're being followed. Don grimanced as he started to head down the corrider towards their shared cabin. Although, they probably know our final destination...we're going to need you healed as best you can by then. Sven, the mercs and I will be prepared this time too. If you're still too hurt to help, we'll be able to handle it. You've done your part.
The co-pilot walked slowly to accomadate the doctor. I can help you set that arm and bandage your ribs and head. What can you do with your powers to heal? We have 10 hours or so until Coruscant.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Jul 19, 2015 5:01:20 GMT -8
A grunt escaped his lips as he was hoisted up, little daggers of pain poked his side. He was exhausted, and talk of having to possibly fight again was exhausting. A moments rest was all he needed,but Ronin knew that would never happen. The question of healing wasn't a shocker at this point, nolonger did he have to hide, his hand was already upon the table. Holding his right hand out and back the mask which laid upon the floor flew into his outstretched hand.
Down the hall nearing the room.
"I will not be 100% in 10hrs, I will be able to fight is need be. Let's just take this one step at a time and get me some pain killers."
Another grunt of pain followed quickly.
"Kriff why did I ever stop drinking?! You kknow we better get a bonus if we make it all in one piece!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2015 14:29:10 GMT -8
Don said nothing as they continued towards the cabin, spending the rest of the slow walk there in silence. He carefully helped the doctor sit on the bed after they entered and he turned on the light.
What do you need me to do, doc? Don stepped back, studying the doctor carefully for any signs that the injuries could be more serious than what they were.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Jul 26, 2015 18:29:51 GMT -8
Ronin motioned over to his medical bag across the room, his arm still hanging useless at his side
"Yes, grab my bag I need some pain meds for a start. Next you can give my arm a tug to pop my shoulder back in."
He knew his wounds wouldn't be fully healed by the time they reached their destination. Ronin prayed to whatever God or gods that might be listening that the Sith didn't meet them there. He'd be hard pressed to defend himself let alone the cargo.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2015 19:11:05 GMT -8
Don quickly grabbed the bag and brought it back to the doc, setting it beside him and immediately going though the items stored there. One by one, the co-pilot picked a bottle and held it up to read the description before tossing it to the side. He went through a couple before finally finding a rather strong painkiller. You want this one? Don held it out towards Ronin for his inspection. You'll probably want something strong, your arm is going to be pretty swollen.
He wanted to help the doctor get patched up as quickly as possible...the sooner he was resting and healing, the better.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Jul 29, 2015 7:45:04 GMT -8
Ronin accepted the bottle of pills, popped the top and threw back several down his throat. Taking several more Ronin quickly crushed and snorted them to insure it would get into his system quicker. The ache would soon become nothing more than a dull nuisance. He felt no other dangers in the force following them or on the ship. With a nod of appreciation Ronin motioned to his arm.
"I appreciate the help, I've been worse off. Hell you should have seen me this one time...."
Ronin trailed off as if lost in a memory, either that or the pills he had taken to the head had kicked in. With his good arm Ronin withdrew his pistol and released the clip. He had to reload and replenish. Setting the large pistol with silencer down Ronin reached out to a bag across the room which by some invisible arm lifted up and floated towards the bed. Inside was ammo and other goodies not medical related.
A loud pop followed by several more as his broken ribs shifted back into place, a grunt and wince betrayed how much pain hr was really in.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 8:07:26 GMT -8
Don grasped Ronin's arm. This is going to hurt. Before Ronin could say or do anything, Don lifted his arm. The shoulder slipped back in with a sickening pop. Don released him and stepped back. Get some rest...I'll be in the cockpit. Let me know if you need anything. Don sauntered out of the cabin and back to the controls. He propped up his feet and was soon lightly dozing. Continued here.
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Aug 6, 2015 20:28:25 GMT -8
The Theta-class T-2c shuttle known as the Simic ghosted silently through the hyper-lane towards the Thule system. It's occupants eager to get to their destination, and hopefully find more answers then questions.
XXoxia sat in her quarters, meditating on what she and Enam had stumbled upon no more than 36 hours ago. A meeting... Xia remembered the Bothan informant stuttering as Enam "coaxed" the information out of him. A meeting of Sith, something important, something sinister. Xia's brow knit, reliving the interrogation in the slums of Coruscant. She'd thought it then and still believed it now that He'd be there; he'd have to be. Of course, her other half thought otherwise. Xia let out a sigh as she thought on Enam and his rage, yet she knew that there was a part of the Sith that wanted to believe too. A small kernel of hope that their Master was alive. Just then a knock came on the door.
"What." Xia said annoyingly, opening her eyes slowly.
"We're almost to Thule. Just thought I'd let you know..." Came Enam's voice from the other side.
"I know that tone. What are you thinking?"
There was silence from the other side of the durasteel door, and Xia could almost picture Enam on the other side trying to formulate a thought without growling it out. "I'm thinking this is another dead end," He finally admitted, his indecisiveness carrying through to her. "The Old Man's always been like this." Enam sighed. "He's always done as hes pleased. If he wanted to be found he'd have summoned us personally."
Xia stood up and waved her hand at the door; opening it with her mind. Enam stood, his back towards her. "But even you have reservations about him telling us, don't you?" Xia questioned to Enam's back, her eyes narrowing slightly for Enam's answer.
Enam just gave Xia a shrug before turning to look her eye to eye. "Just don't get your hopes up kid." Was all he said before making his way towards the cockpit.
Xxoxia watched him, not uttering a word to counter Enam's statement. She knew he had a point, but admitting it was just too hard a pill to swallow. She leaned against the doorway for a moment, putting her head against the cold durasteel frame in a soothing manner. "We'll see..." She sighed, before returning to her quarters for the final duration in Hyperspace.
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Aug 28, 2015 18:01:12 GMT -8
The nebulous blue of hyperspace dominated the forward viewport of the bridge of the Dysnomia, the silent flagship of the Second Imperium and the home of Darth Archais. The vessel had been in its perpetual nomadic voyage for some months now, stopping only to resupply or for necessary ventures to static locations, otherwise resuming its ghostly trek across the galaxy with its master standing a vigil over their trail as they seeded their influence throughout the galaxy.
For ten years, Archais had been the architect of an insidious uprising, a network of betrayal, coercion, and death helping to lay the ground for what would, one day, herald the ascension of a true power that would rule the galaxy.
Perhaps that day would come soon, the dark lord mused, but for now his attention was on the report from Admiral Ferris.
"...And in conclusion, sir, our contacts at the Nar Shaddaa safehouse have remained dark for longer than the agreed-upon time. It is safe to say they've been compromised, making this the twelfth such occurrence in half as many months."
Archais seethed. He knew it was the twenlfth before Ferris said it, but hearing the stark contraction of his empire said out loud was unnverving. The Second Imperium had long been the most powerful force in the galaxy that no one knew of, and made so by design. For a decade he had worked to salvage the honor of Omega's empire and reforge that shattered shield into a sword that wound its way through the galaxy. He'd thought himself poised to slide that blade through the connecting fibers of a dozen worlds and truly begin his work to seat himself upon the galaxy's throne, but now he made a stark realization.
The Imperium, and with it his hell-bent obsession with rule, was dying. It wasn't a quick thing, but his mental projections put the point of no return at just over a standard year and a half. He'd thought he had constructed an organization that was too great to fall, and yet the numbers did not lie.
Unacceptable.
"Thank you, Ferris."
The human admiral nodded, then turned to busy himself at a nearby station, giving Archais time to ponder.
He'd anticipated such an outcome, of course, and though he certainly hadn't expected it, the realities of cost always reared their ugly heads. Perhaps he'd sat stagnantly too long. Perhaps something was needed to re-assert the dominance of the Sith in the sphere of galactic events.
Perhaps his plan to rule needed to happen sooner than he'd expected.
Without looking up from his ponderings, he folded his arms and probed outward with the Force, letting the anticipation of the crew permeate him. He felt his senses sharpen, felt time dilate. The bloody edge of the dark side waited to cut again, and he could feel it within him ready to exact a horrible price on the galaxy for daring to reject the teachings of the Sith. When a child refused discipline, there was only one outcome.
Punishment.
"Kruor," he said aloud, "Find me what I have on the World Breaker project."
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Post by Darth Kruor on Aug 28, 2015 18:30:25 GMT -8
Without a word, the black-cloaked figure behind Archais turned and made his way to one of the many command consoles on the bridge of the Desmonia. A retinal scanner quickly flashed over the Sith's face, illuminating a hideous scar that dominated his portrait. The console itself hummed to life and began to cast an illuminating blue glow over Kruor's figure as he browsed through classified records. After a few moments, Kruor found what he'd been looking for. The Sith's face hardened as he began to examine the file. A gravely voice broke the relative silence of the bridge.
"My lord - your records indicate that Project World Breaker was marked 'ready for development' within the last galactic year. Our technicians have put the project on hold in light of..."
Kruor's eyes darted in the direction of Admiral Ferris.
"...recent developments. Your notes indicate the main concerns left with the project included finding a suitable host system to begin the development in earnest and attaining enough military presence to protect it. As far as specific details on the project's capabilities..."
Kruor continued reading for a moment.
"Forgive me my lord, but are these records accurate? Something of this scale..."
The Kissai raised his head from the console, looking to Archais with the faintest hint of concern buried in his stare.
"What is your will, my lord?"
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Aug 28, 2015 19:24:49 GMT -8
Archais closed his eyes as Kruor read the various reports aloud, and watched as Ferris failed to react to Kruor's slight jab. He recalled now - a weapon, the designs of which had come to him through a variety of means, but suited to immense destruction through use of the Force. It would require incalculable resources and millions of man-hours, resources which the Imperium simply did not have.
"The recorts are accurate, Kruor. Conservative, even."
Archais opened his eyes and threw a hand in front of him to summon the bridge's holographic display. He rifled through expense accounts, resource allocations, personnel rosters, and a variety of other bureaucratic minutiae that would ultimately prove far, far short of what they required for an operation of this size.
"As you can see, our...recent contraction...leaves us ill-fit to fund a project of this magnitude. The end result is majestic in its simplicity, but will require trillions of credits and millions of sentients to move the proper pieces into position. Campaigns across entire worlds, the destruction or incarnation of whole orders. A dozen worlds would be needed to properly make manifest our vision, worlds we do not have."
He then flicked a hand, and a datapad next to Kruor lit softly in response as the datafile was downloaded.
"I've transmitted a list of individuals to that pad. See to it that each one is the target of an assassination attempt. The ones who survive will have earned the priviledge of being our unwitting pawns in the game we're about to unfold."
Ferris chose that moment to speak.
"Sir, you realize that this will draw attention to us. Not just those you provoke, but a decade of evading the Jedi could be threatened by an attack like this en masse. Perhaps if we strike one or two, or if you yourself issue such a challenge-"
"No," Archais said, cutting him off with a sweep of his hand, "we've played to the shadows for too long. We have, as an organization, festered for too long to continue that charade. The Force is guiding us to this conclusion, Ferris, and I will be the one to steer it to our desires. My desires. Your concern is noted, but we will be ready for those we provoke...and for the Jedi."
"What is the purpose of this new campaign then, sir? Weakening the enemy? Sowing discord?"
Archais turned back to the final page of the report, and ahead of him saw that the template for the weapon was now hung across the width of the bridge, its cruel architecture lit with a hollow red backlight. It reached for the stars, and he would place them in its grasp. He smiled as he gave his one-word response.
"Recruitment."
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