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Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Jul 21, 2013 6:51:27 GMT -8
Perses Station - Hangar
Terror Looms
Synth's energy radiated like an explosive summer on Korriban to those who could feel it. All this happening as she began to awake from her slumber and of course her being imprisoned in the carbonite like tomb she would have the effects of carbonite sickness with her vision, but then again since she was a force user, she could concentrate enough to use the force as her sight. After three years of being tortured, imprisoned and many other horrible things that would usually cause a woman under pressure to feel had become bottled up in her and as she was not a usual practitioner of force destruction her effects would not be so deadly.
All of a sudden her eyes snap open and struggling with her bindings inside the mobile prison she fought and fought and wiggled with intense anger as she struggled to get free as all that could be heard through the misty shroud was grunts and shouts of anger and the other sounds of chained wrists shake in the background. And just before she lunges forward out of her tomb breaking free of her imprisonment her listening heightened. With a snap, snap and breaking of chained wrists the object that emerges from the steam shroud is no other then the psychotic Nightsister crew member that was left on the roster. An animal had become of her in some fashion and like any animal she could either be exploited or tamed.
Her black like hair as dark as the darkest places of chaos, her tattoos as visible as her embodied presence and her power as vibrant through the force as any whom walked her path before. Her height of approximately five foot eight inches tall, Athletically fit weighing in at about one hundred and twenty pounds, agile, lethal and hostile. She was young possibly twenty two years of age a Atoan, Dathomirian mix bred species, a hybrid if you will. One of a kind, perhaps that is why the Mysterious Man took so much interest in her as a possible crew member.
But right now only a minute after her appearance now that she was free and with that of her now looming presence her body slightly levitated off the ground and formed a somewhat fetal position before almost immediately releasing a Force destruction that would not be to its full strength but would when usually fired through her arms, it would blast a large radius vaporizing anyone who got too close to it. Though due to her adeptness in this ability the only effects on those that were in the hangar was that of direct contact with the blast having the effects on them of being pushed asunder by the power's backlash that she had just released. Containers and other objects in the hangar were now being thrown about the hangars airspace and walls while some remained around her as a protective shield from any exterior harm to include the Carbonite like casing.
However using the Force Destruction was a very exhausting power to her requiring a great deal of focus and concentration and could only be used a few times without requiring her to rest. But since she was not a full practitioner of such a power and this was like a debut of such abilities, it was both not deadly nor as exhausting so she was able to maintain a form of alertness of her surroundings even in liue of her carbonite sickness. What now faced those in the hangar and even those near it was a very pissed off, subjugated and versatile Nightsister and crew member.
The first two that were near her were Tanara the one who cracked open the codes of her encasement, she would be very useful in future ends and then there was inferno, the clone everyone seemed to be a dupe and knew nothing but in later times Synth would exploit his abilities to the fullest and prove the others wrong. Coming up in the rear was Kaldera a full fledged sith, one that seemed to be intrigued with Synth's presence. And then there were two more, hmm not here in the hangar, where could they be she wondered, somehow knowing the exact numbers and somewhat but not all the abilities of the crew members. perhaps it was something the mysterious man did to her in the experiment facility before being shipped off.
After all things settled a bit and those whom were thrown came to and possibly came to confront her holding behind her at the ready as a shield since she still technically couldn't see without the aid of drawing upon the force to see. An extra handicap to her current state as she was only operating with about 60% focus and energy after the force destruction and maintaining her current shield behind her. A moment passed of silence and then a few words were spoken a Inferno approached her.
"Why do I have the feeling we are missing a few here? And why have you all released me from my slumber? Though I should thank you with the most devine pain possible from me for releasing me from my imprisonment!"
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Inferno
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Post by Inferno on Jul 21, 2013 18:00:01 GMT -8
"Oh sithspit--"
Inferno had wondered inwardly about the possibility that whoever was stuck in the carbonite was actually very friendly and everyone was just blowing this whole thing out of proportion.
When he was suddenly hit by the repulsive force of energy from the being's wave of Force Destruction and sent hurdling backward through the air, he realized that unfortunately, this was not the case.
Having been somewhat used to the situation of flying chaotically through the air from past experiences, Inferno quickly became aware of his surroundings and threw his legs back over his head in a semi-backflip, planting his feet against the far wall of the hangar in order to absorb most of the impact before dropping to the floor.
"Well, she seems mad..." He said in an uncomfortable groan while picking himself up from the hangar floor.
<<Wouldn't you be?>>
"Yeah, I'd probably be pissed." He reasoned to himself, figuring that being locked up in a carbonite prison for an extended amount of time likely was not an enjoyable experience, and would leave just about anyone cranky. "You think she'd like a hug?"
<<I think she'd sooner just kill you.>>
"Right, so no hug. Maybe we just incapacitate her before she does too much damage."
<<Think you can do that?>>
"We're gonna find out."
After the brief inward conversation, Inferno shook his head in attempt to clear it while re-approaching the group's new friend, in time to hear her say,
"Why do I have the feeling we are missing a few here? And why have you all released me from my slumber? Though I should thank you with the most devine pain possible from me for releasing me from my imprisonment!"
"Oh, how exciting!" He said with phony enthusiasm in response to the woman, not really taking the time to analyze her appearance much further than gathering the fact that she was, in fact, female, and seemed to be fond of body ink. "Because you know, when I'm being rewarded for doing a good deed, pain is normally the first thing I'm hoping for. Second is money."
Immediately following his snarky remark, the clone rushed toward the woman, hoping that her carbonite sickness would allow him to catch her off guard.
His speed greatly augmented via the Force, Inferno closed the distance with his right fist cocked, aiming to deliver a swift and forceful right hook to her temple and render her unconscious before things got too messy.
He could only be so lucky...
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Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb)
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Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Jul 22, 2013 7:01:32 GMT -8
Right as the white haired man came charging her she only saw him as a now darker blur then before. As he charged towards her she felt him out in the force, every movement closer, advancement of pain coming, the intrusion. As he closed in closer to her defensive grid she swung the Carbonite casing with the force with as much force as she could gather to aim to hit him right in the face and blindlessly avoid the fist cocked aiming to her jaw. This move would hopefully buy her some time and also disorient the man a great deal, but for sure if he got hit he would feel the everlasting effects for days possibly weeks if it didn't break every fragment of a bone in his face. Shortly after she drops to her knees struggling to regain focus and energy as her sight slowly returns to her.
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Inferno
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Post by Inferno on Jul 22, 2013 12:58:26 GMT -8
Inferno's forward momentum disallowed him the proper reaction time required to do much of anything about the carbonite shell being flung toward him. He didn't even have a chance to brace for the inevitable impact, much less think up an appropriate curse before the alloy casing struck him square in the face.
His head snapped backward, quickly followed by his torso while his legs instinctively continued their momentum until the Echani had committed almost a full backflip, but rather landed on the back of his neck and shoulders in an unceremonious thud.
Suffering a broken nose and perhaps even a cracked jaw, the doubtless pain and force of impact left the hapless clone completely disoriented and on the brink of incapacitation.
Were he not so delirious, he might have regretted the act of charging headlong against an opponent about whom he knew virtually nothing about.
He might have even considered the real and potential danger of a being with the Force adeptness capable of rivaling his own in the heat of passion and unsound judgement.
But because he was so delirious, he considered none of these things, and instead remained limp on the floor as his body and mind went through the process of recovering from the trauma of such a forceful impact.
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Isabelle Eoura
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Post by Isabelle Eoura on Jul 24, 2013 9:09:40 GMT -8
As Hans lined up his shot as ordered Isabelle looked on at the fight which was about to begin, and the moment that thing levitated into the air Isabelle knew exactly what it was about to do and she ducked down behind the barrier pulling Hans down beside her until the destructive force passed. Up here it would have been a weaker hit, but why take it if you can avoid it altogether? When it passed she stood back up and looked out as the clone was taken out in a blink of an eye.
One down...too bad it wasn't that twi'lek or the Sith, but I suppose he deserved it as much as the others for freeing that thing.
She looked down at Hans.
"Take aim again, one of them is already down."
She started to walk toward a nearby catwalk that went out over the middle of the hangar as she activated her stealth unit. It would appear from there that her plan was to access the catwalk and try an attack from above, but she knew that wouldn't work, not the science experiment gone wrong. Instead she walked past the catwalk and toward the second deck control room. From there she could activate the hangar's automated defenses should the others fail to bring down the raging Nightsister.
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Post by Tanara Ajahn on Aug 3, 2013 16:11:34 GMT -8
Perses Station - Hangar"Well, you're probably the dumbest genius that I've ever met." "Idiots!"She says as she rushes into the hangar in a panic, furious with the two for their reckless tinkering."Do you two have any idea what you've done? Do you know what this thing could do to the station? Do--"Wait, we're running out of time, I need to stop berating them and get them out of here."Nevermind we'll finish this later, hurry, we need get out of here right now." Perses Station - Hangar
Terror Looms
But right now only a minute after her appearance now that she was free and with that of her now looming presence her body slightly levitated off the ground and formed a somewhat fetal position before almost immediately releasing a Force destruction that would not be to its full strength but would when usually fired through her arms, it would blast a large radius vaporizing anyone who got too close to it. Though due to her adeptness in this ability the only effects on those that were in the hangar was that of direct contact with the blast having the effects on them of being pushed asunder by the power's backlash that she had just released. Containers and other objects in the hangar were now being thrown about the hangars airspace and walls while some remained around her as a protective shield from any exterior harm to include the Carbonite like casing.
"...that, was not nice..."Slowly, and cautiously, Tanara checked her body over to see if there was any serious injuries, besides the various bruising that was already occurring. Once she was satisfied that nothing was broken, she stood back up and made her way back to the violent woman. She arrived just in time to watch Inferno get hit in the face with the carbonite casing, and the woman sinking to her knees. Not wanting to make the same mistake Inferno did, Tanara stayed well out of reach, but close enough to talk.=Tanara=
"You've got hibernation sickness, that's why you can't see very well. Just relax, your eyesight will return soon enough."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2013 8:17:18 GMT -8
Hans took aim, looking through the scope at the target, who had more than shown why it probably would have been best if she had been left in that block of carbonite. There was already one casualty, and there stood to be more if he or someone else didn't act. He began tot think that it was unlikely that he would be able to bring her down, given how powerful this woman seemed to be, but if he did nothing, she might destroy the whole hangar. Hans didn't have much experience fighting with Force users, especially ones as powerful as this one. If he took the shot, he wasn't even sure it would hit...
The soldier exhaled slowly as he brought the target into the scope. Isabelle had disappeared somewhere so he assumed that he had the green light to take the shot. With this in mind and despite his own reservations, he pulled the trigger, sending a shot towards the Nightsister. Immediately after taking the shot, he rolled out of sight behind the barrier. Regardless of whether or not his shot actually found its mark, it had given away his position, and she would know he was up there.
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Post by Vice-Chancellor Darma on Oct 27, 2013 16:56:13 GMT -8
At another time, in another place, concerning other beings.
Task-force Warden arrives at the designated rendezvous, in formation and alert for trouble. The orders had been irregular, but they had checked out, so the task force commander, Rear-Admiral Pallav Sujay, had been forced to comply. His current orders were to maintain position for forty-eight standard hours, before proceeding to Rylothian space and establishing space superiority and conducting a counter piracy operation in conjunction with local security forces.
Warden was comprised of four heavily modified dreadnaught-class cruisers, each carrying four GAT-12j as escorts and fighter defense. The vessels had not yet been tested in combat, but all non-combat trial runs had been passed with flying colors. The four ships sat in a vertical diamond formation, with their ventral surfaces facing inward. They all had shields at full, and sensors actively sweeping the empty space around them, as they waited for the cock to run out, so they could move on to the next portion of the mission. None of them realized that they were, in fact, waiting to pick up several passengers, since that wasn't mentioned in anyone's orders, though there was a portion of the Rear-Admiral's orders that remained encrypted, much to his annoyance. In four standard hours, his orders would finish decrypting, and he'd be able to decide whether or not he was being pranked by old friends from the academy.
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Oct 27, 2013 18:57:47 GMT -8
Near task-force Warden, six standard hours after Warden's arrival
Twisted Fate, a revamped 3-Z light freighter, appears exactly in the middle of the formation. Its IFF was friendly, and the pilot immediately hailed on an open channel. It was shielded but its weaponry was powered down, and its sublight engines remained cold.
This is Twisted Fate we are go for operation Privateer, clearance code Five-Zulu-Niner-Golf-Delta(5Z9GD). Slave your nav-comps to the included frequency and we'll be on our way inside of five-minutes.
This was where things cold get interesting, I only hoped the Rear-Admiral felt like playing along. I'd never been all that good at readying sentients, or understanding how their thoughts were organized, if indeed they had any organization, or what drove them beyond the simplest of drives. It probably wouldn't help that I showed up in their "blind spot," irregardless of the fact that I still had six dual-light turbolaser cannons pointed at me, as the gunners act on instinctive reflex. I suppose I should offer the gun crews thanks for not blasting me on sight, after pulling that stunt. One of these days, I'm going to be fried by friendly forces if I keep this up. Oh well, back to the mission at hand before later becomes now.
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Post by Vice-Chancellor Darma on Oct 27, 2013 19:29:14 GMT -8
Warden, immediately following the arrival of Twisted Fate
The Rear-Admiral was not pleased with his current orders, but they all checked out and were very clear. So Rear-Admiral Sujay bit his tongue and gave his approval for his crew, and the crews of the other ships in the task-force, to follow the orders given by Twisted Fate. After things settled down over Ryloth, he wanted to have a good long chat with whoever was running the show on the bucket of rusty bolts. Meanwhile, Warden slaved their nav-comps as ordered, and the task-force was back in hyperspace within two standard minutes.
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Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb)
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Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Dec 10, 2013 15:50:50 GMT -8
She was about to respond to the Twi'lek and though she was suffering from the sickness her other senses still were properly working and just as the Twi'lek began to calm her down she sensed the shot in a blurred white and black vision like sight, turning throwing her body sideways so that it formed a sideways barrel roll she regains her stance her energy deteriorating slowly the more rigorous work she had to put her body through.
She looked up at the direction the sound came from, her senses more attuned to the threat then to everyone else now and now she was vulnerable.
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Liya Tawaza
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Dec 15, 2013 22:37:41 GMT -8
Five days after the events on The Smugglers' Run ...{ Bridge, Loronar Medium Transport The Red Cred }At least for a few moments, I had the cabin of the Red Cred all to myself, and I sat in silence, staring out at the passing blue and brown swirls of hyperspace. The last few days had been a wild whirlwind, and only now, with a full night's sleep and a hot shower in my immediate past, was I able to stop and reflect on just what had befallen us. It was cold in space. The dark green zipper jacket and heavyweight grey cargo pants I wore testified to that. It was also very quiet, or at least it would be until the rest of the crew arrived for our little planning meeting. But I liked it this way. I felt more comfortable and at ease than I had for many days. Ryloth had been way too hot, and Coruscant had been way too crowded. The Run was, well, the Run. You could never let your guard down, even for a second. If an asteroid didn't crush you into oblivion, there was always another scumbag looking to take your wallet --- or your life.Even now, with so much uncertainty facing us once we arrived on Bespin, and with three separate friends in need of rescue missions, it might seem strange that I was relaxed. But there was nothing I could do to help Fel, or Wade, or Kim Zawadi, right now. We were two days out from Bespin, and the military protocols burned into my subconscious dictated that I disengage and spend those two days on rest and relaxation (as well as a prudent amount of planning).It seemed incredible that so much had happened in the last five days. But it had. After Oz had decrypted the Syndicate datacard, I had further goaded his ego, and he had demonstrated the proficiency of the Independence's droid brain supercomputer, locating every member of the crew in seconds, and summoning them back to the Red Cred. Every member except one. It wasn't just a bad comlink that had kept me from contacting Fel upon my return to Oz's floating shadowport. The Captain really wasn't on-board the Lucrehulk anymore. Apparently, he had appropriated a TIE from Oz's fleet of exotic starfighters, and taken off for Skip One, unannounced. The uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach had grown as Oz explained that establishing any communication channel between the Independence and Skip One was impossible --- even if repeater nodes were placed within the asteroid field, the network would float out of alignment or be destroyed within days. The only way to summon Fel was to wait for him to return, or to send someone to Skip One. With Dante's enemies closing in with their fleet of star destroyers, we didn't have time for either option. And even if we had, Oz flatly refused to let anyone leave the Independence. We had only one option: hang tight while Oz blew the blockade (which offered another moment for him to show off), and come back later for the prodigal Captain. None of us liked it, but facts were facts. We would have to wait, and hope that Fel would not be too angry about getting ditched. Jace was not optimistic about that last point.A few more details fell into place in the meanwhile. First, Sam mentioned that he thought he had seen a TIE fighter on Skip One similar to the one Fel had borrowed. Armed with that information, I was able to play back the starport in my mind and confirmed, yes, a TIE identical to the pictures in Oz's records had been parked outside the Red Shift. So that explained where Fel was --- getting a drink. It seemed oddly predictable, now that we knew. Second, we decided that the only way to help Fel and Wade at the same time was to split up into two teams. Karana, Mack, and Oz (no, I didn't believe it at first, either) would follow up on Karana's knowledge of the Jekk and attempt to rescue Wade. Meanwhile, the rest of us would circle back and find Fel, then proceed with Dante's job. Once we were well clear of the blockade, we parted company, promising to keep in contact via hypercom if need arose, and 'Lora's team took the Unfair Advantage to Telos IV. Wade's friends from the runner gang also parted from us, booking passage back to Coruscant. Those who remained, including Seros, loaded the Bronze Star and the Millennium Eagle aboard the Red Cred, and left the Independence behind.Initially, the concept of returning to the Run anytime soon seemed like a very bad idea, but I eventually hit upon a solution. We would take the Bronze Star, since, as far as we knew, no one could have associated the ship with Dante or our crew yet. Everyone wanted to go, but I insisted that I fly my ship (mostly because I missed her so much, although I didn't admit that), and that we only send a small team. I could tell that some of the others didn't like the idea, worrying that I was tempting the laws of physics by attempting to traverse the asteroid field yet again, and believing that a Force wizard like Sam would have a better chance. But I knew my ship better than any of them, and that counted for a lot more than some mythical power that might or might not even really exist.The expedition was pretty close to a total failure. The TIE was right where Fel had left it, untouched, but the Captain himself was nowhere to be found. The Red Shi_t didn't have a security system that actually worked (although some enterprising chap tried to sell us seven year old surveillance tapes). The only way we got any answers at all was to buy over a hundred credits' worth of booze for the locals, and get them drunk enough to start talking.The actual facts were hazy, and clearly exaggerated, but the news wasn't good. Fel had been taken by bounty hunters working an Imperial contract, and he was in pretty bad shape when they took him away. Worse, the hunter who had actually taken him away matched the description of the woman who had attacked us on our previous visit to the Run. The only comfort was that the Imperials apparently wanted Fel alive --- which, we hoped, would give us some time to respond. There was nothing to be done but to leave empty-handed, and continue Dante's job, which we all felt Fel would have wanted. But you could be fracking-certain, we were going to be looking for him, and there would be chaos to pay when we found him.Fel could be literally anywhere else in the galaxy, but we knew the one place he wasn't, so there was no further reason for us to hang around the Run. The Imperials were long gone. Dante wanted to go to Bespin to follow up a clue to the Syndicate's operations, and as fate (or whatever it was) had decided, that was also were Kim Zawadi was going to have a Syndicate trap sprung on her in a few days. Those two reasons alone were more than enough to unite us in pushing forward (well, aside from Dante being our chief source of income, which also counted for a great deal). The decision was a relief to Dante, who wanted to get on with his hunt, and excited Seros, who seemed to be taking a close interest in why the Syndicate was targeting martial arts experts for forced recruitment.And I had a third reason, although I kept it to myself for now. I didn't want to raise false hopes, but I had bounty hunting contacts on Bespin, and if there was an official bounty out on Fel, there was a good chance I could find it. I might even be able to find out who had posted the bounty and where he had been taken, although both pieces of information were likely to be proxies. The chances were that the exchange would happen on a neutral system, and would be paid through an alias. Unless we were in the right place at the right time, the trail would quickly go cold. But it was an important start, even if it meant cashing in some chips and taking some personal risks.That is, it would be if Fel even survived long enough to be handed over. But none of us were willing to even consider that possibility. Hunting for where a dead body had been dumped out an airlock was not my idea of fun, but, even more than that, we needed to believe that Fel was alive, to keep us focused and united. Without him, both our contract with Dante and our loyalty to each other could be in question.I took a deep sigh, and glanced at the navicomputer. It almost felt like time was standing still. But then something happened. The door to the bridge opened with a soft whoosh. Hastily pulling my feet down from the dashboard, I spun in my seat to see who had entered . . . .
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Post by Daniel Logan on Dec 16, 2013 0:48:09 GMT -8
After a solid week of pouring over his notes and not talking to anyone short of the occasional nod as he walked to the caf machine, Daniel emerged from his makeshift study with a five day beard and a distinct 'deep-in-thought' expression on his face with his nose buried in his journal. He walked at a steady pace out of the kitchen, down the hall, to the lift, and took it up to the bridge level where he headed toward the cockpit. He needed another good look at that galaxy map to further connect the dots, so to speak, there was something that he was missing and that was the only logical place to find it since it was where he had first made his discovery.
As he arrived at the door he activated the panel and it opened with a swoosh, he was so engrossed in his journal that he didn't even notice Liya sitting there as he continued in and walked over to the map. As he stood there staring down at the map deep in thought noticed a very slight bit of movement out of the corner of his eye. It was just enough to draw his attention and he turned to see someone sitting in the pilot's chair looking at him. "G-ah!" He exclaimed as he nearly jumped out of his skin and tripped back and away from the woman as he fumbled his journal around in the air.
He caught his balance however and then his book before he looked at her with embarrassment written all over his face, his cheeks began to get warm and gain a dull red hue. "Wow. I-uh-well-you-I-um--" He nervously sputtered as he absently pointed to himself, then her, then back to himself, before leaning on the co-pilot's chair and taking a deep breath, "I-uh didn't know anyone was in here."
It of course didn't help matters that the woman in front of him was very beautiful, and he was sleep deprived, and he hadn't yet met her, and now he just wanted to crawl back under his rock. And now it was all of the sudden very hot in the ship. He shifted his weight to his back foot, "I can-" he unconsciously pointed with his thumb toward the door, "-unless you um-" he then gestured to her, "-I mean-err-I just-uh-"
He stopped himself to get some control on his embarrassment before it got any worse, What is wrong with me? He thought as he brought his hand up and rubbed his forehead with his eyes closed. He took two breaths and then one very deep one as he dropped his hand to his side, "Well now that I've officially embarrassed myself, I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone was up here. I just need to use the galaxy map for a few moments, unless of course you're using it."
He smiled, waiting for a response before he realized that he hadn't met this woman yet and he hadn't introduced himself, "Oh, I'm Daniel." He reached out his hand to shake.
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Dec 16, 2013 22:45:18 GMT -8
To my surprise, it was the archaeological expert that Dante had brought with him from Coruscant, and judging from the thick stubble growing on the doctor's lower jaw, as well as his near-complete invisibility since we had departed the Independence, he had been engrossed in his research. In fact, in seemed he still was, as it took him several moments to realize that he wasn't alone. I watched in silent amusement as he walked almost all the way across the bridge oblivious to my presence, before letting out an exclamation of surprise and fumbling his notebook. For a second, I thought he was going to fall over in a dead faint.
I would have been suspicious of his intentions in sneaking into the bridge, if I wasn't so certain that he knew nothing about how to operate any of the instruments or equipment. My left eyebrow rose slowly as he tripped over his words, waiting to see if he would recover from his flustered embarrassment. I nodded a couple of times, but otherwise didn't interrupt. He had to get himself out of this one.
It was a wonder to me that he was still alive, given how completely his demeanor identified him as a fish out of water, and given some of the scrapes we'd gotten into in the last few weeks. But since he was still here, and since his research was important to our job for Dante, we were all responsible to keep him in one piece, and that had to start by getting him to chill out a little bit. You didn't survive long on the Rim by jumping at shadows. There were more than enough real dangers as it was, there was no need to invent new ones.
After a moment, he did the smartest thing he could do: stop talking until he thought about what to say. Pulling himself together, he explained his intentions quite clearly. "Nice to finally meet you, Daniel. I'm Liya." I replied as I stood up for a moment and gave the offered hand a quick, firm shake. It was probably better to say as little as possible about the outburst. "Relax. We're all on the same team here. Go right ahead, have a seat." I nodded toward the empty swivel chair closest to the galaxy map.
"Don't be embarrassed, one of my specialties is stealth." I added jokingly, with a smirk. Leaning back in my seat, I glanced over at the starmap terminal, then back to the mysterious notebook clutched in the researcher's hand. I'd know several career academics like Daniel back home, and none of them would have ever agreed to go on an adventure like this. I suspected that even the suggestion might have given one or two of them heart failure. So Daniel deserved credit --- for something. I just wasn't sure yet whether it was going to be credit for bravery or for suicidal stupidity. "Have you ever been to the Outer Rim before, or is this your first time?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 11:48:02 GMT -8
Click click...CLICK...click click...CLICK...click click...CLICK.
The sound of pistol being drawn and trigger being pulled was smooth and repetitive, practiced, though at the same time...hesitant. Silently Dante stood in the upper hold of the Red Cred repeatedly drawing the hardwood handled and chromium plated form of his sleek Combat pistol. It was a sleek weapon, the slide that covered the barrel not covering the full length of the barrel, allowing several inches of a hexagonal barrel to show (Much like a Walther P-38), more than that though, it was familiar...it was...comfortable. Dressed in the black officers uniform that he purchased while on the Indy, he silently drew the pistol from its black leather holster over and over again, pointed it at the far wall, and clicked the trigger. He had concocted a poor mans shooting range - a simple affair of a pressure sensitive pad on the trigger, and a spotluma sight calibrated to shine in the space where the bullet should land - he had already gone through several microcells worth of batteries, but still he practiced, every day for three to four hours, for five days now. For some the repetition would be annoying, but for others, perhaps familiar. Something weighed heavily on Dante's mind...something he wouldn't share with the crew, even though they asked. He knew the human woman, Liya, was suspiscious. Jace seemed wary, but resigned - a good policy. He had no idea where the scurrying mousey one was...the archaeologist. He couldn't...focus...
Click click...CLICK...click click...CLICK...click click...CLICK.
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MANY YEARS AGO
A small shuttle slowly landed on one of the many platforms on Tibannopolis...a ramshackle of a dump in the clouds if Dante had ever seen one. Shaking his head from within the shuttle, he completed the landing sequence, and made his way to the landing ramp, curling his lip slightly at the sight before him. It was...eerie. Dilapidated buildings, rusted over structures, the faint creaking of metal on metal, all set high in the clouds where nary a bird or animal or sound was made with the exception of the wind. It embodied the very concept of abandonment and isolation...with the exception of three sentients standing at the bottom of his boarding ramp, all in different colored robes. Nervousness filled Dante, and he cleared his throat slightly as he walked down the ramp. Approaching the trio, he gave a stiff and formal bow to the three of them. Of the three two wore their hoods so low that their faces couldn't be seen, the third though, was an aging human, his face open and friendly, blue eyes shining with warmth. Dante instantly hated him.
=Jedi=
"Nervousness, anxiety, and xenophobia are surprising traits in a student of Arcturus, and unbefitting a Jedi. Then again Arcturus was never one for taking on the easy challenge."
The man's voice was even and calm, though emotion shown through it rather clearly...these...weren't typical Jedi. A quirk of the mouth, and Dante straightened out of his bow, running a hand over his padded flight uniform in the process.
=Dante=
"...No, he didn't like the easy challenge did he? I am -"
=Jedi=
"Dante Deveaux...yes we've heard. I am Master Xanathane.
=Dante=
"The master who taught Arcturus."
=Xanathane=
"The very one...one of the most accomplished, and most difficult students that I have ever taken on. Somehow I feel though, that that title may be eclipsed by you."
=Dante=
"I fear you are correct. I'm only here because it was the last wishes of the late Master Sorrows."
At that Xanathane chuckled, and waved the other two Jedi away. Bowing, they ducked their heads before walking off in opposite directions. Gesturing for Dante to follow, he began walking towards a large cluster of buildings near the southern edge of the city.
=Xanathane=
"Thats how we get most of our students I'm afraid...through unexpected and strange means. Why, Arcturus himself showed up because he was dragged feet first from a Twi'lek brothel due to gambling debts on Cloud City - it was only the kindness of a passing Jedi that saved him from having his brains blown out by local gang enforcers that he walked the path of the forceful."
=Dante=
"Sounds like him."
=Xanathane=
"Doesn't it though? When I heard he had taken an apprentice, I was most surprised...a Count of Serenno - and a Jedi who fancies himself a Jedi Lord of old - is not one prone to notice others outside his family or bloodline. Then again, with his line extinguished...you and the Jace Stealer were his only family. It is no wonder he left his entire fortune and titles of Countship to the two of you. Jace, according to Arcturus, needs no training...you on the other hand, you must finish what you started - if only to honor your former master. It speaks volumes towards what he thought of your potential for him to send you here to complete your training, of all places."
=Dante=
"And here, exactly, would be...?"
=Xanathane=
"Ah yes...Arcturus always was secretive...'Here' is the Altisian Jedi of Bespin, founded by Djinn Altis...and it is here you will finish, or fail your Jedi training. We begin immediately."
=Dante=
"So be it."
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PRESENT DAY
Identity, a sense of self, is hard to come by. When your world is destroyed, when your culture is destroyed, you have to rebuild that sense of self...that idea of self image. For a long time, Dante struggled with that. He felt rage, he felt anger, but above all...he felt fear. That fear abated when Arcturus took him under his wing, it abated when Arcturus and Jace became his family...it gave him a sense of purpose, a sense of peace. When Arcturus died though, it was like losing a father...and despite all the training that Arcturus had given him...Dante felt fear most keenly. He had been an officer in the Intelligence arm of the Serennian armed forces, then he had been elevated to that of Count; Serenno gave so much identity to Dante, but at Arcturus' death...it felt like Firrerre all over again. He tried to do his duty...to run the Countship, to complete his training...but he couldn't. He failed his Jedi training, and he kept running...he made himself stronger, so that he wouldn't have to bear loss again. He became deadly as a duelist...he defeated Jedi, Sith, and more in battle...but still he wasn't powerful enough. His powers stripped away, and once again Dante was a leaf thrown into the wind...he tried finding a new identity...tried finding new ways of power; armor, weapons, technology of various kinds...still not enough. He was a pale shadow of his former self.
So here he stood. Dressed in black officers boots, polished, and the black officers uniform of Serenno Intelligence - replete with its chromium buckles and clasps on its double breasted surface, the gray bars on his arms, and the chromium pips on his collar denoting him the rank of Specialist in the Intelligence division of the Serennian army. This was the true Dante - the Dante before the force, the soldier, the agent, the spy, the investigator, the inspector. This was Dante reverting to the last comfortable state that he had ever known...with the only family he had ever known, or that was left alive. There were still people left for him to protect. Jace. And these people that Jace called friends and family. He clung to what was left of his second attempt at building a life...he clung to his military training...he clung to his memories of Serenno...he clung to the religion that Arcturus had taught him...
Click click...CLICK...click click...CLICK.
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Jace Stealer
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Post by Jace Stealer on Dec 19, 2013 17:11:42 GMT -8
Jace sat in the crew lounge, in the middle of the couch with his A280 and both his Verpine pistol and rifle in pieces on the table before him. He had neglected maintenance on them since before Coruscant due to his incapacitated state after the Jekk assault and the flurry of activity they had gotten caught up in at the Smuggler's Run. But now that he was in good health with time to spare, it was about time he tended to his weapons. For a soldier, his weapon was an extension of himself. Without his weapon, his ability to strike out at his foes becomes limited. Cleaning was required and essential for a soldier in the service, but over time it offered a new comfort. With enough practice it became a reflex, an instinct. It offered a moment for them to ponder over what had happened, and what was to come.
And a lot had happened since they showed up at the Run.
Somehow, in some cruel twist of fate they had lost Fel. Oz wasn't going to let up on the ship lock-down and they were forced to make the jump with their captain still on the Run, as the Syndicate were not planning on letting up their assault anytime soon. Despite it being out of their hands (they could have ripped their way out with force, but that was suicidal on several counts), he didn't think Fel would appreciate being left behind. Not. One. Bit. It would have been Wade's turn this time around to confront the captain since Jace took the brunt of the last time they made a decision without Fel while they were on Ryloth, but... Well, you know.
Regardless, once they got out of the area they split ways with several going to find Wade and several going back for Fel before continuing the mission. There was several reason why he went after Fel and not Wade, and a few why he wished he did. From what he knew, Wade was dead. Pieces of information he had gathered from each of the crew drew up the conclusion: Wade was struck by a rogue round whilst fighting amongst the Jekk, and had succumbed to the horde. As far as he knew, anything that went in there wasn't coming out. But that didn't mean he didn't believe in finding some shred of hope or maybe a few answers as to why, which seemed to be the mission that Karana, Oz, and Mack were on now. He wouldn't have minded going out there, more for Karana's sake than anything. She was down two close friends, and traveling among unfamiliar company. Well, she knew Mack, but Jace counted that out due to his tendency to be insane.
But he had more reasons to pick up Fel than not. For one, Dante was on this ship. It was great to catch up with his longtime partner and friend, and at the moment that was exactly what Dante needed. He had completely lost his ability to touch and manipulate the Force. Jace didn't even know that was possible. And to top it all off, it seemed that he had lost his need for the psychosis medication. Had he finally gotten to terms with his past? Maybe, because it didn't seem like Dante had forgotten it. Not to mention this business with the Syndicate. He knew he could trust Dante when he said that they were against one another (pretty obvious with the hit squads and agents running about), but he wanted to know why. In particular, what was FCV/454? It held great importance seeing how the Syndicate was throwing this much at him for just attempting to go after it. There was too many things going on in his friend's mind and around it for Jace to just up and leave for an undisclosed amount of time.
Which brings us back to Fel. Originally, the likelihood of him being alive was very high. He was stuck on the Skip with a highly maneuverable fighter, which meant that he was both in his element and with an escape plan. But when they sent a small team (Liya and himself) aboard the Bronze Star to investigate, their findings were less than undesirable. After some investigation and heavy drinking (by the 'locals') it was revealed that Fel had been taken by bounty hunters working for Imperials. Better yet, it seemed that the same assassin that had originally tricked him before getting herself captured was involved. And if she had him, there was no telling what sort of revenge she was exacting on him for the bullet he had put in her shoulder.
Jace had finished cleaning his Verpine weaponry, and had moved onto his A280. He was in the middle of reassembling it when he faltered, a simple fact that popped into his mind and forced him to stop what he was doing.
Of everybody on the crew that he's fought alongside and finished jobs with (with the exception of Dante), Fel knew him the best. At this point everybody knew that he had worked with intelligence in the past and had worked alongside Dante. But Jace had begun to show Fel the depth of what his work was. Their captain knew that he was still involved with an organization and that it wasn't just a job in his past. He also knew that Jace was well funded and had good connections, and was ready to help in whatever way he could. Most of the crew knew that he was Jace Stealer, reliable and ex-espionage. Maybe it was time to open up to those that he considered family.
He sighed and took apart his carbine back down to the basics before reassembling it from the start. "What the kriff, Fel..."
He finished assembling it in twenty seconds, which while it wasn't his best time it was still good. He stood from his seat at the couch and gathered up his weapons, remembering that there was a meeting to be had. He slipped the pistol into his thigh holster, securing it in place with the strap and buckle that went around the handle. He slipped his A280 around his shoulder and took his long rifle and placed it in it's protective padded nylon case, zipping it up and throwing it over his other shoulder. After depositing them in his locker beside the bunk he had claimed in the Red Cred, he made his way to the bridge.
On his way he thought of the destination that they were soaring towards. Bespin. The last time he was here he had been captured by mercenaries and then sprung free by his 'master' Chris, Negue, Zalor and the rest of the gang. He wondered how they were holding up on Endor now that the Red Fang threat had been pushed back for the time being. And now he was going to the floating city in the sky to free a Kim Zawadi from the clutches of the Syndicate. And while they were there the plan was to delve a little deeper into the other assets the Syndicate had and see if they could dig anything up. Things were going to get exciting in the flying casino that they called Cloud City. After missing out on some of the action at the Smuggler's Run, Jace was looking forward to finding more on the illusive Syndicate organization.
Jace stepped through the door to the bridge just as Liya asked Daniel if he had been to the Outer Rim before. He knew it was a question for Daniel, but he chimed in regardless. "More times than I care to keep track of." He nodded to them both with a smile before walking over to one side of the bridge and carefully leaning against the console so that he wouldn't make contact with the controls. He rested a few feet behind where Liya was if she was to sit in the pilot's seat. He waited patiently, wondering who would respond first.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 18:48:49 GMT -8
Click click...CLICK...click click...CLICK......click......
The gun rested in its holster, waiting, and silently Dante cast an eye to the side. There, resting in its scabbard, was his vibrorapier. Silently he picked it up, and belted it onto his uniform - the black emori leatherwork of the scabbard with its chromium tip matching rather well. It would of coarse - he'd had the weapon for a long time, ever since being promoted an Officer actually - it was commissioned for him by Arcturus, before they were close, in honor of conspicuous valor and merit in the field. It was an officers sword. As he ran his hand across the pommel of the blade, his mind wheeled back to the battle with the Jekk, and he winced slightly at how he had thrown himself at his foes. His sword-work would never be the same...he'd never move with such precision, grace, and preternatural finesse again.
Drawing the blade, he tested it, the blade making a faint swish through the air of the hold.
It felt the same, weight wise, appearance wise...but it also felt...different. He couldn't SENSE it, couldn't FEEL it in his mind. It had ceased to be a living entity, and while still a familiar friend; it was as if they were angry friends, companions, yet not speaking to each other. He would have to adapt his fighting style. He would have to change everything. Could he still stay the course? Could he still complete the mission? His last mission. He felt doubt in himself...more than a little actually. It...worried him. Doubt in combat could get him killed...could hinder the mission. FCV/454 - its retrieval couldn't be endangered...no one could know his mission, his true purpose. Not one, not even the crew.
"Especially the crew" He muttered, under his breath.
Maybe Jace would understand, when it was all over, the horrible things that he had done. Maybe he could be forgiven of his crimes. Maybe. But until he could be vindicated...until he could be judged by a jury of his peers. He had to do what he could to complete the mission. And if that meant killing himself, and every single person he knew, friend, family, or foe...
"Then so be it."
Sheathing the blade, Dante turned on his heel, heading for...somewhere. He didn't really know yet. Tapping a nearby viewscreen, he located the rest of the crew. They were gathered on the bridge apparently. Were they finally close to their destination? Shrugging, Dante walked down the hallways of the ship before entering the bridge, glancing quickly at those gathered. They were in idle conversation, and Dante listened silently while leaning in the doorway. Jace was as prepared as ever, his verpine pistol in his holster...Dante hated the thing...powerful yes, but prone to jamming if it was so much as dropped too heavily. Better a slug pistol. The archaeologist, Daniel, was talking to the human Liya...he looked rather flustered actually. Typical scientist. Dante gave him credit though...he had held up far better than Dante had in his first battle situation, and Dante felt there was a great deal of potential in the man. Making a mental note to give Daniel one of his blasters for defense, he silently eyed Liya...he was wary of that one. She was more alike to he and Jace than he felt comfortable with, though simultaneously he had a great deal of respect for her from their short and altogether brief conversations; she knew how to play the game, and fight the good fight. She was also rather attractive for a human...if she were a little more golden and had two tone hair, she would have made a stunning FIrrerreo. Altogether...not a bad company of crewmembers, and he could be stuck with far, far worse.
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Daniel Logan
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Post by Daniel Logan on Dec 24, 2013 15:27:26 GMT -8
A firm handshake was unexpected from such a beautiful woman, he didn't quite know what to think of it at first. He was used to the more typical dainty handshakes received from the women on Coruscant. Once they parted hands and she gave him permission to go ahead with his work he smiled politely and took a seat, laying his notebook on the panel he flipped through the pages before stopping somewhere midway through. His focus divided between Liya and his work, he smiled once again at her comment about her specialty, "Stealth huh? I'm more of a puzzle guy." He said jokingly, but truthfully, not taking his eyes away from his work.
Daniel knew what the question was getting at, and he expected it to come at some point, in their minds he was already a burden that would need looking after when they arrived at their destinations. He may have commented on it if it weren't for Jace's timely arrival to the cockpit.
The question however gave another track to his various trains of thought. He had been to the Outer Rim several times with his parents when he was younger, joining them on various digs on Tatooine and Endor, he had also conducted a few digs of his own on Honoghr and a few Mid Rim planets where he also spent time learning languages first hand from various native cultures. Though he never felt unsafe in any of his previous trips, not even Honoghr, it wasn't until the Jekk that he felt uneasy about any expedition. It was strange, on one hand he dreaded to see what was around the corner, and on the other he felt excited and anxious to get to the next step. Which was probably why he was so immersed in his work, it distracted him from one thing and got him closer to the other.
"I've been a few times, digs mostly." Daniel didn't like to lie, so he never did, he wasn't very good at it anyway. So when he said mostly it was entirely true, most times he had been to the Outer Rim was for archeological digs. The rest he was searching...
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Liya Tawaza
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Dec 24, 2013 23:41:53 GMT -8
I smirked at Jace's comment, shooting him a look of fake annoyance. "Not you."
His arrival reminded me of my real purpose on the bridge: to make plans with the rest of the crew. I'd come early to check the instruments and make sure we were still on course, but now we could get down to business. Bespin was going to be complicated. First, we needed to find Kim, and grab as much intel on the Syndicate as we could, while we were at it. Then, we needed to follow up the clues to Syndicate operations on Bespin that Dante and Jace had apparently obtained from the failed insertion team on the Independence (Dante had never actually explained the source of his information, but I assumed it had come from analysis of equipment or electronics). Finally, I needed to check in with the League --- both to locate Fel's bounty, and to double-check that Lio was safe and not permanently in the hands of the Syndicate.
That last point was especially painful, and one that I had tried to ignore, because I was helpless to intervene. It was bad enough that they had coerced my brother into designing encryption for them, but what if he were a captive, or worse? It seemed unlikely, as we had redundant fail-safes that should have notified me as soon as he was taken, but that gnawing doubt, combined with thoughts of Bespin and of the League, stirred a bit of homesickness in me. Bespin was about as close to the Pacanth Reach as I'd been in three years, and it was the farthest outpost of the local bounty hunting network of which I'd once been a member. Wryly, I wondered just how angry the League was going to be about my unpaid dues.
The good news was that we would be able to tackle all of our problems at once, and so that had kept us working together. But I knew that the chances of that synchronization extending beyond Bespin were remote, and that might bring us into conflict with Dante, if we had to choose between pursuing Fel, and pursuing the artifact. Jace and I needed his continued support to fund the hunt for Fel, but he had no reason to sponsor us unless we were also furthering his search. And he could easily hire another crew on Bespin. I didn't see an easy solution, unless Karana called in before we left Bespin. But there was no point in crossing that bridge yet, so I pushed it to the back of my mind.
Daniel was clearly distracted, judging from the simple answers he gave. But it was encouraging that he'd been out here before, and lived to tell about it. Maybe he would survive this trip as well, despite my doubts. "I'm guessing you never dug up anything like a Jekk swarm, though, eh?" I would have asked more pointed questions about his work, if Dante had not also arrived at that moment. Instead, I filed it away for a later conversation, and turned toward the door.
"Oh, hi." I eyed Dante, now revealed to us in what was apparently his true, human form. "You're the boss, so maybe we should start with you and your plans for Bespin." I shot a glance out of the corner of my eye at Daniel, wondering whether our employer would want the scientist present for this discussion or not. But Daniel was his responsibility, not ours. It didn't really matter to me.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2013 0:39:10 GMT -8
"You're the boss, so maybe we should start with you and your plans for Bespin." I shot a glance out of the corner of my eye at Daniel, wondering whether our employer would want the scientist present for the discussion or not. But Daniel was his responsibility, not ours. It didn't really matter to me. "I've had the majority of our trip to think this over...and this is what I've come to...your Captain is missing, and even with the loss of the force, the tension is palpable. I know you're collectively searching for him, and I know you most likely need my continued financial assistance...hence why we're even here at Bespin. Though, I secretly suspect that you all might have your own reasons for coming here...I remember those encrypted datacards you got your hands on Liya. And though I don't know whats on them...I can guess. So lets just cut the stagg and get to the heart of the matter: your captains gone, and I'm a lot weaker than I used to be. You need me, and I need you...but for how much longer?" There was a moment of silence, as Dante mulled that over in his mind."I need your help. I could do this myself, but it could cost me my life...and thats something I can't risk; not when there is SO much at stake. So it's time to come clean. My name is Dante Deveaux, I am one of the last few surviving Firrerreo, an near extinct race from the planet of Firrerre. I am a professional soldier, duelist, spy, and investigator - I have been specifically trained in espionage and counter intelligence, and share many of the same...skill sets...as Jace here. Including having...friends...and various other contacts. That is left intentionally vague; don't pry into it. For the past four years, I have been keeping tabs on the Syndicate...they have something extremely valuable to me. Something that I would die for. It is called FCV stroke 454. I will not divulge the nature of this item. But I will tell you it is an item that is so unique in this galaxy, so precious, that its credit value is virtually limitless. It is, for all purposes, utterly priceless. FCV/454 belongs to me...it was stolen from me by the Syndicate head, a Moff named Gideon Warr." Noticeable by those in the room, but completely unnoticed by Dante, was the near instinctual tightening of Dante's hand on his pistol grip at the mention of the name. Dante's hand stayed on his pistol, even as he continued talking."Gideon Warr and his grunt force sensitive lacky, Strahl the Thisspissian, began the exchange in an effort to rebuild the empire of old. Some astrobrained idea of remerging the broken pieces and fiefdoms of whats left of the imperial remnant into one cohesive fighting unit. This is made possible by Gideon...he was in charge of the Empire's exotic acquisitions department during the war. And before you ask, yes, I'm old enough to remember those days. Gideon dealt in exotic technologies and theoretical applications of alien and force sensitive tech into applicable military hardware...one piece that he has adapted for war, is using the artifact - The Eye - as a focussing device in a micro superlaser assembly. A super turbolaser. This device has given him the power and leverage to convince or outright bully a large portion of the remaining Moffs and Imperial synthesizers into his regime. The Eye isn't complete though, and the weapon, while impressive, is impractical without the entire completed artifact...a piece still remains missing; the last piece that Gideon needs to make his weapon fully operational. This is why Daniel is here, and was hired to begin with...we must find the last piece, so that I can use it as a bargaining chip for FCV/454. Help me do this...and I will back you with whatever supplies, weapons, or resources you need to find your captain." There was a moment as Dante let this sink in.
"...The Syndicate is watching me, they're keenly aware of my efforts, and have made passive efforts to try and kill me. For the most part though...Gideon likes to taunt and gloat over me with his possession of FCV/454; he keeps me alive, but keeps careful tabs on me. Hence the attack on the Indy. Because of this...he keeps information out of my reach, keeps me in the dark. For the longest time, he forcefully kept me on Coruscant...delegating me to a pitiful drunk that was powerless to strike back. Your crew...changed that. In the confusion of the Jekk, I was able to slip away from the Syndicates massive information network. Finally, I can move about once more unnoticed. The downside...the Syndicate is now experimenting with the Jekk. So when I tell you the Syndicate is now YOUR problem...believe me...even if you rescue your captain Fel, they may just come after you for your knowledge of the creatures. Gideon uses the unorthodox...these aren't storm troopers and idiotic human grunts...this is an organization thats been totally re-envisioned not as a visible controlling army...but as a faceless army of the shadows. A covert ops force that is always watching...always controlling...and if they dont like you...they just make you disappear." Taking a long breath, Dante gestured vaguely at the swirling blue of hyperspace.
"Thats all I know. I used to work for the Syndicate as an H/K agent - before they blew my cover and figured out who I was. I've been without leads...until Jace and I captured a Syndicate agent that slipped on board this ship during the Indy attack. After some...persuasion...he mentioned an outpost harvesting Tibanna for use by the Syndicate. Something doesn't add up though...the Syndicate don't need an outpost here on Bespin just for harvesting...they could have it shipped anywhere by some freight company...I suspect they might have some kind of research base on the planet. Who knows what else...thats what we're following up on." Dante crossed his arms then, and just laughed."So...I've spilled my beans...what is it that YOU'VE found?" |
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