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Post by Tanara Ajahn on Jun 3, 2013 15:02:51 GMT -8
Well that escalated quickly. As much as Tanara would have loved to test Isabelle further, she had no desire to be killed over a harmless prank, especially over one silly little datapad. Not that she was worried that she would die, Tanara was fairly certain she could handle the guards...most of them anyway...
Still smiling sweetly, the Twi'lek girl takes the few steps toward Isabelle to clear the distance between them and gently places the datapad in her hand.
=Tanara=
"A death threat for a simple datapad? Can't wait to see how you'll top that."
The Twi'lek girl starts backing away casually, her arms raised slightly in a shrug.
"Oh, and don't call me a stupid brat. I'm far too intelligent for that."
Alright, so she wasn't completely sure Isabelle had actually called her that, either out loud or merely thought it, but it stood to reason that she probably did. Just something about the way she reacted and spoke. Not that it really mattered though, Tanara wasn't about to let a little thing like that bother her. Especially when there was so much else she could be doing. For example, her own personnel file wasn't the only one she read in the brief few seconds that she held the datapad. In quick succession, she had read every single personnel file that Isabelle's datapad had access to. She wouldn't admit it to anyone here though.
Instead of waiting for a reply, Tanara blows Isabelle a mocking kiss, then wraps the Force around herself again, causing her to vanish from sight and sensors.
She wouldn't stay in the mess hall, as much as she would've liked to talk to Hans, or even the psychiatrist Doctor Dadurian. One of the files of her team members was apparently frozen in carbonite in one of the hangars. Something about being extremely dangerous and potentially a hazard to everyone on the station. Oh yes, that sounded like fun.
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Post by Inferno on Jun 3, 2013 20:28:57 GMT -8
Not too much time had passed for the exceptionally impatient Inferno, and yet his curiosity had already began insufferably eating at him as he leaned against the mysterious crate that had drawn his attention so completely.
<<You know that you want to see what's inside....>> The voice in his head continued to goad him into mischief.
"Yes, I know I want to see what's inside the box!" The clone snapped at thin air. His nosiness was clearly making him edgy; and this itch was in desperate need of scratching.
<<Just as well,>> the voice continued, offhandedly, <<you probably couldn't manage getting it open anyway....>>
"Whoa, whoa, hey now, what was that?" Inferno answered in bewilderment. If there was one thing that the clone could not stand, it was someone - especially himself - undermining his abilities. "I could get in that box! I'll show you right now, I can get in that box."
The suddenly infuriated Echani stepped over to the crate's security panel, still muttering to himself over how legit his hacking skills were, and how he could, in fact, get into this high-security lock box.
"I'll show you, I'll get into this box. My hacking skills are legit, yo."
Glancing from side to side, to ensure that no one was watching; the clone certainly didn't want to get caught doing something that he wasn't supposed to. Then, once satisfied by the fact that he was being properly ignored, he focused his attention on the security panel, cracking his fingers as he prepared for the most epic form of hacking that anyone in the entire galaxy would never get to see.
Which, for the simple Inferno, meant activating a blade of his lightsaber and stabbing it into the face of the control panel.
"Done." He stated smugly, deactivating his lightsaber and slipping the hilt back into the pouch on his belt as the locking mechanism shorted out on the crate, thereby allowing him the pry open the panel and peer inside.
<<Yes, yes, you are undeniably brilliant.>> The voice in his head retorted in its own mocking tone, apparently satisfied with its ability to manipulate the Echani so easily.
But Inferno ignored the voice's self-righteousness, rather his current interest was preoccupied by what he'd found inside the large crate.
"Oh, hello... what have we here?"
It had appeared to be some sort of statue; a female by its immediate appearance, though Inferno wasn't certain of whether it was meant to be in the likeness of someone famous, or if someone on the station just happened to appreciate sculptures of generic women.
But one thing Inferno could discern was that this odd statue was the source of whatever it was that was making his Forcey sense tingle. There was definitely a strong vibe radiating from within the sculpture. Whatever it was, it was incredibly powerful; possibly even more powerful than the eccentric Echani that stood before it.
"Well, now I know." He stated nonchalantly while scrutinizing the statue which, admittedly, wasn't too hard on the eyes. "Wonder what we're going to do with this thing? Probably take up a bit too much space in my quarters... although I'm sure I could make the room if need-be."
The clone cocked his head from side to side as he rambled out loud to himself inquiringly about the statue. Its purpose might have eluded him, and perhaps even its significance - unless those two words mean the same thing, in which case, pardon the redundancy. I don't think so, however... but it is kind of late....
But anyway, yes, he was definitely intrigued by this piece of art, though he had no idea why it was on the station.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 23:56:40 GMT -8
Perses Station
*Kaldera wandered the halls of the station, his charcoal black robes flowing behind him loosely in the machine processed air. Space had always brought with it a restlessness that Kaldera could never shake. Near nothing lived in space and the void brought with it a loneliness that not even the striving future Lord of the Sith cared to feel. He much preferred to be planetside, on the surface of some world that held within it a spark of life. Behind his old face mask, Kaldera shook his head to clear his thoughts. Beginning to think like the Jedi now....It had been some months since his last contact with that of the Sith Empire, not to say that he had been with the Organization for that long, just that he hadn't had contact with another true Darksider for some time.*
*He was beginning to miss his studies under the false Sith on Korriban, for at least there he was learning and expanding his knowledge to one day put to use. Here. Here he was wandering hallways. In his wanderings, he passed the Mess Hall just as the doors opened, but no one passed through them and he felt....something through the Force. Or perhaps it was a lack-there-of. Either way, he felt his stomach growl as the sent of food filled his senses and decided to head inside, finding a red haired woman in a business uniform not far off, as well as that of the sniper; Rickter? Rikard?, something to that effect, who had assisted in his recruitment, sitting at one of the tables.*
*Gathering a small buffet of "snack foods," Kaldera found himself the farthest corner to sit in where he could face the wall and remove his helmet without the others seeing his true flesh, that blood red skin of a true Sith. The psychologist would have a field day digging into his reasons for such a habit, if they managed to pry it from him that is. Letting his mind wander to greater and better things, Kaldera munched on his food as he mentally experimented with the different applications he could apply his pyrokenesis to that of various known Force Abilities.*
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jun 7, 2013 19:56:33 GMT -8
Perses Station Hangar
The trip had been longer than he'd have liked.
Stepping away from a small shuttle of Mon Calamari make with a small Sullustan man reaching old age, Aherk Fyyar stretched out his arms and took in a deep breath of recycled oxygen. It looked to be a hangar like any other. Discrete, and yet disappointing. The associate he'd spoken to on Nar Shaddaa had been very cloak-and-dagger about the whole business, and while he didn't think he'd be greeted by bronzium-plated leisure droids in a marble-coated hangar, seeing how decidedly ordinary it was - especially after a flight like that - left the black-haired Human feeling cheated. Sure, there had been no promise, but still. Intrigue. Mystery. The promise of an end to his boredom. All that was still on the table, even if the idea of ultra-luxurious hangars fell a bit flat.
Ultimately, the boredom was what it had been all about. For the past five years, Aherk had made a name for himself as a private investigator in Coronet, and sadly hadn't been able to traipse around the galaxy like he had used to. While he'd occasionally had to go to other cities on Corellia or even venture out to Talus or Tralus while working a case, it was all intellectually unsatisfying. Perhaps here, he would find something to do that wouldn't be yet another day of holding the investigative team's collective hand through what had been obvious from the word go.
Perhaps here, finally, he could do work that had him as excited as he was seven years ago.
Aherk reached into his pocket for a small credit chip, programmed with the agreed on sum of money, and handed it to the Sullustan. As the small man turned back to his ship, Aherk walked through the hangar with a mix of trepidation and confidence.
This might be the new start he was looking for.
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Post by Garon Valeyard on Jun 11, 2013 8:43:19 GMT -8
Firrerre As the ship set down in the open field with a hiss, Garon turned to check the sensors of the YT-1000 he'd bought solely for this mission. He knew that bringing something Mandalorian to these parts, especially considering the war going on elsewhere in the galaxy, would attract the wrong kind of attention. Completely unmodified, with a standard alphanumeric code as its identifier, it looked the part of the wildlife research team he and his hired hands were claiming to be. It had been a long trip, skirting around the Outer Rim, avoiding the major hyperspace corridors and heavily patrolled planets, he and his pilot droid navigating the backwaters of the galaxy to get to this particular backwater, practically on the other side of the galaxy from his safe haven in the Vaal system. However, the secrecy was necessary, as though a few of his fellow Mandalorians knew he was taking a detour from joining their war effort to capture a Jedi - with the promise of making it quite a treat for them - they had no idea who exactly Garon had intended to hunt. And what a hunt it had been thus far. Today was only a culmination of the events of the past couple years, all the credits he paid out for information, all the compromising positions he put himself in, all the wild nerfs he'd chased. But after all he'd been through to find the Jedi he was hunting, he finally had reliable eyewitness accounts that confirmed this backwater planet was where the man had taken to hiding, or whatever it was he was doing out here. When his ship had approached the blue and green orb, a lot of old memories flooded back in. Memories of the past, of a completely different life than the one he now lived, a life before the he found his true home among his Mandalorian brethren. He was even tempted to touch the Force again, as the familiarity of this useless planet struck him more keenly than he let on, but he resisted, not only because he refused to touch the Force at all, but also because he might inadvertently alert his prey of his presence, and the ysalamiri were all in the back of the ship, their collective bubble not quite touching the cockpit, much to Garon's dismay. He craved the silence of the Force in their presence, free of all the pullings and longings that he'd long since abandoned. He was much more a Mandalorian in the presence of the lizards, even if he 'sixth-sense' - the premonitions, the eerily accurate shots on erratically moving targets - was off at these times. However, he couldn't ask his henchmen to bring a lizard up here - there was always the risk of giving his true nature away, but also he might come across as weak and fearful of the Jedi, and he wasn't just about to do that. He wouldn't allow himself to be undermined like that. But now that he was on Firrerre's surface, he hastily made his way to the cargo hold where the nutrient frames rested, their reptilian residents all sitting peacefully on them, apparently untroubled by the landing. Beyond the hold he could hear the hiss of the door open, lowering the ramp to the ground and flooding the ship with all-too-familiar scents that were very unwelcome to the Mandalorian. He could not afford to reminisce now, not when their mission was at hand, to he subtly turned on his helmet's breath mask and opted to breath recycled air instead. It was time to get to work.
The unloading had taken hours, but finally all four of them were ready to go, each with a nutrient frame strapped on his back, enough incapacitating weaponry on their persons to knock out a herd of banthas, and an eagerness to finally get this mission going - the three hired hands eager to get their million credits apiece, Garon eager to get his hands on the Jedi he had hunted for so long now. Earlier, while the others had been busy prepping all the equipment, Pangau, his Rodian helper, was sent into the nearby village to inquire about the Jedi they were seeking out, returning with news of his whereabouts from a number of the locals, creatures Garon had known from childhood, but whom he looked down upon because of their superstitions and their tendency to turn silver when their emotions got the best of them. The Rodian had been the best option to gather the intel, as he was the most intelligent of the trio, and he wasn't scarred and fearsome looking like Lomthai, silent and brooding like Araga, or clad in black beskar'gam, which would set off many alarm bells among the locals on this backwater planet. An hour's speeder ride away through fields, forests, over rivers, and even down the side of a mountain, and they'd finally reached a patch of woods that the locals said their revered Jedi tended to frequent. According to Pangau, the Firrerreo were very standoffish at first, until he revealed that he wanted to meet the Jedi and warn him of impending personal danger. From then, he'd told them, the locals were pouring out information like a Firrerreo waterfall, eager to help in any way they could. Garon actually smiled inside his helmet when he'd heard about that. Pathetic creatures, so eager to help, yet likely aiding in his downfall. Such was the way of those who allied with the weak, Garon had come to realize. Spreading out as according to plan, intending to completely surround the Jedi on all four sides, close in on him, and then encompass him in their ysalamiri's Force bubble, Garon finally stopped, slipped on a pair of polarized macrobinoculars over his helmet, and searched for their prey, while the others continued to make their way carefully around the perimeter of the woods, Pangau and Araga to the left of his position, Lomthai to the right. The plan was, once Garon saw the Jedi enter the forest, Araga would work his way carefully in behind the Jedi's position, while the other two and Garon each closed in on him from the other three sides, each one with blasters ready and set to stun. |
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Post by Tanara Ajahn on Jun 11, 2013 15:04:58 GMT -8
Perses Station - Mess Hall*In his wanderings, he passed the Mess Hall just as the doors opened, but no one passed through them and he felt....something through the Force. Or perhaps it was a lack-there-of. Not too much time had passed for the exceptionally impatient Inferno, and yet his curiosity had already began insufferably eating at him as he leaned against the mysterious crate that had drawn his attention so completely.
<<You know that you want to see what's inside....>> The voice in his head continued to goad him into mischief.
"Yes, I know I want to see what's inside the box!" The clone snapped at thin air. His nosiness was clearly making him edgy; and this itch was in desperate need of scratching.
<<Just as well,>> the voice continued, offhandedly, <<you probably couldn't manage getting it open anyway....>>
"Whoa, whoa, hey now, what was that?" Inferno answered in bewilderment. If there was one thing that the clone could not stand, it was someone - especially himself - undermining his abilities. "I could get in that box! I'll show you right now, I can get in that box."
The suddenly infuriated Echani stepped over to the crate's security panel, still muttering to himself over how legit his hacking skills were, and how he could, in fact, get into this high-security lock box.
"I'll show you, I'll get into this box. My hacking skills are legit, yo."
Glancing from side to side, to ensure that no one was watching; the clone certainly didn't want to get caught doing something that he wasn't supposed to. Then, once satisfied by the fact that he was being properly ignored, he focused his attention on the security panel, cracking his fingers as he prepared for the most epic form of hacking that anyone in the entire galaxy would never get to see.
Which, for the simple Inferno, meant activating a blade of his lightsaber and stabbing it into the face of the control panel.
"Done." He stated smugly, deactivating his lightsaber and slipping the hilt back into the pouch on his belt as the locking mechanism shorted out on the crate, thereby allowing him the pry open the panel and peer inside.
<<Yes, yes, you are undeniably brilliant.>> The voice in his head retorted in its own mocking tone, apparently satisfied with its ability to manipulate the Echani so easily.
But Inferno ignored the voice's self-righteousness, rather his current interest was preoccupied by what he'd found inside the large crate.
"Oh, hello... what have we here?"
It had appeared to be some sort of statue; a female by its immediate appearance, though Inferno wasn't certain of whether it was meant to be in the likeness of someone famous, or if someone on the station just happened to appreciate sculptures of generic women.
But one thing Inferno could discern was that this odd statue was the source of whatever it was that was making his Forcey sense tingle. There was definitely a strong vibe radiating from within the sculpture. Whatever it was, it was incredibly powerful; possibly even more powerful than the eccentric Echani that stood before it.
"Well, now I know." He stated nonchalantly while scrutinizing the statue which, admittedly, wasn't too hard on the eyes. "Wonder what we're going to do with this thing? Probably take up a bit too much space in my quarters... although I'm sure I could make the room if need-be."
The clone cocked his head from side to side as he rambled out loud to himself inquiringly about the statue. Its purpose might have eluded him, and perhaps even its significance - unless those two words mean the same thing, in which case, pardon the redundancy. I don't think so, however... but it is kind of late....
But anyway, yes, he was definitely intrigued by this piece of art, though he had no idea why it was on the station.
Having read the dossiers of all her team members, it only took her a moment to figure out which one this was. Inferno, apparently an echani/human-clone. An impressive service record, though how much of it applied to the clone wasn't terribly specific. Regardless, she would probably like him...=Tanara=
"Hello there, whatcha doing?"
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Post by Inferno on Jun 11, 2013 18:05:09 GMT -8
Perses Station - Hangar
"Poking around somewhere I probably shouldn't be." Inferno uttered in response without turning around to face the source of the voice he suddenly heard behind him. He'd been so focused on the carbonite figure in front of him that he didn't realize he wasn't alone.
He's normally much more aware than that, though. I promise.
The clone hadn't gotten to meet many individuals of consequence on board the station; only Neassa the leader, or Shepherd of the team, Hans Rikard the marksman, Gram Andor the pilot, Kaldera the objectionable Sith, and briefly Doctor Dadurian. He had figured that there had to be others, but he didn't concern himself with going to meet everyone. He wasn't really a meet-and-greet kind of guy.
Suffice to say he wouldn't have recognized the red-skinned Twi'lek girl when he turned his head to glance back at who had managed to sneak up on the clone. He was actually a bit surprised when he did see her, and wasn't incredibly subtle with the facial expression of dumbfoundedness that she would be capable of such a thing, despite his distractions. She certainly didn't look like much, but Inferno was well aware of the fact that appearances were often deceiving; a fact that he often chose to disregard anyway.
Still, the Echani could certainly tell just by being in her presence, his attention no longer misdirected, that she was indeed more than she appeared to be. He could practically smell the concentrated Force that accompanied her.
Or maybe that was still residue from what vibe he'd been getting from the statue inside the crate he'd so proficiently cracked into.
<<Be careful,>> the voice in Inferno's head cautioned. <<It is likely that she has no more business being in this box than you do....>>
"Something tells me that you're not supposed to be here either." Inferno stated to the alien girl with an eyebrow cocked in curiosity.
<<Yes, that was me.>>
"Yes, and you are something." The clone answered himself aloud with a bob of his head, before looking back at the Twi'lek and, attempting to imitate some level of authority, "so what are you doing here?"
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Post by Tanara Ajahn on Jun 11, 2013 19:03:09 GMT -8
Perses Station - Hangar
The Twi'lek girl smiles and walks past Inferno, to get a better look at the crate and the frozen woman.
=Tanara=
"I'm looking to cause some mischief, and have fun doing it."
There was little harm in telling him exactly what she intended. She knew he had no more authority here than she did, and he certainly wasn't going to go running off to tell on her. Especially after what he did to the crate to open it.
=Tanara=
"What did you...?"
Although she had been training for most of her life to become a Jedi, she still frequently let her emotions slip out of her control. This was now one of those times. As she studied the crate, she noticed that the lock had been sliced apart by a lightsaber, rather clumsily too.
Tanara spins around rapidly to glare at Inferno. She plants her fists on her hips to keep herself from launching some sort of physical assault.
"What the kriff did you take a lightsaber to the lock for?! That was a level one security lock! Even a brain-damaged womprat could have guessed the correct code to open it!"
She spins around again, throws her arms in the air in exasperation and then examines the destroyed lock.
"I can't even salvage this now! Are you seriously that stupid, that you take a lightsaber to the most basic of locks?!"
She had taught so many young kids how to slice a number of different locking systems, spanning various difficulties and styles. For something like this to happen in front of her, was just unbelievable. Not even her fiancee was dumb enough to simply take a lightsaber to the most basic of security locks. Well, maybe he was before he had met her. She had certainly improved him in their time together.
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Post by Archetheus on Jun 12, 2013 8:14:12 GMT -8
Eight hundred years Ago
THE MAYCRY - Acclimator I class assault ship
Why are they running ?
Someone said as the two ran past. Two adult force users, one male & female. They were running towards the hanger bay trying to escape from whatever was trailing them, step by step. Quick paste, making haste, sweat beaded down the side of his head. With each step, the one following the two got a step closer. He's slowing us down. He shook his head after speaking to her. No!! Stop thinking that way. He said to himself.
She had no time to listen to him, she knew well what was happening to him. It was the curse, they are cursed for what they have done. Something forbidden by the Order she was apart of, even took an oath. Swearing her undying loyalty to it, which she had just broken. They quickly turned down another corridor and caught their breath, she pulled over the cloth that she held in her arms. A child, the new born baby slept quietly, strange since they were running. She looked to the man, her husband. They'll kill him! She said then looked back down to her child. He looked to the new born, this is his son.
That was the last thought that crossed his mind before he stepped out into the open before the four others that suddenly spotted him, the thought that he was a father. These men chasing the parents looked like monks, holy men of the force. In fact they represented A Brotherhood, an Order just over six hundred years old. It was not a long time. They starred at him, when he felt their power of persuasion. They've already done this to him, he already mentioned to leave the baby behind, though he knew that was not the right thing to do. Hand the child over and your lives will be spared.
It wont be easy to use such power to persuade his mind to do their bidding since he was a Jedi Knight. He drew his hilt out into his hand then ignited the blue laser sword. These monks were forbidden to fight or enter a physical conflict. This Order was deeply based on observing the galaxy, think of them as mortals trying to act God. That was a job for something like a Whill, one that takes no sides in all things, turns no tide of war, yet guides those who truly need guidance. This mortal Brotherhood was a sad excuse for anything that claimed to watch the galaxy and merely observe, this however was far from observing. The mother and father of this child were quickly overrun, he killed many to save his wife and son. Swung in every direction as they approached, he was overwhelmed, pushed back closer to her because now the enemy came from every direction as he wavered his laser sword all around daring someone to approach. The child was taken from her arms, she fell over onto the floor after they had pulled her son from her arms, she reached out hearing the child cry. He had turned around to go after his son were the few monks were merely walking away with this child. Then, he was executed by a military commander that approached in the other direction. His hilt hit the floor, his knees hit the floor. Then he fell, feeling himself ease towards death, he didn't move. The blue iris of his eye looked to her reached for his hand. Though he was cursed, death could wait for him because his punishment was to watch her die. And so he did, when the commander took a few steps towards her and fired twice into her back. Tears formed from the corner of his eye as his breathing became much slower until finally he stopped breathing altogether. The commander walked beside their bodies and looked to the few monks and soldiers. We're doing Gods work, men. Keep it up. He holstered the blaster. Now as you were.
He knelt down and took the hilt, looked at the two, looked at his brother. What can bring someone so far to kill your own brother and watch his wife die. Though what he did next was odd, he turned his brother over and starred at him. It was as if he was making sure the man was dead for good. I expect no forgiveness Clara.. He said referring to his brothers wife who was once apart of this Order. Though this was a long time ago and so the ship continued sailing threw hyperspace towards its destination.
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Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Jun 12, 2013 18:02:38 GMT -8
Perses Station - Hangar
While the case had a level 1 security lock on it, it was deliberately there perhaps in some kind of trappingly manner? A test or perhaps to deceive someone on what really was in the case. Once The clone had opened the outer case, what sat before the two was Subject 3 encased in a carbonite mold erected in a frontal facing fetal position. It was no deception about the amount of force emanating from the carbonite mold. Invisible to any non force sensative, very present and radiant to a force sensitive and even more powerful to a force user. It was very clear or would seem to the two soon that the next two phases were not going to be as easy to get past to release her. Now sat before Inferno was a phase 3 security by pass triple coded access pad which would put his slicing capabilities tot he test. If the access pad was damaged for example by a lightsaber, it would forever encase the other team member in what would be considered her eternal tomb. If successfully sliced it would allow access to the main access terminal that would allow the team member to become thawed out but nothing was ever this easy now was it? Once he passed the phase lock it would allow only a partial acces tot he team members history if he chose to snoop into it. When the access to the dethawing pad once the correct sequence it would release the other team member but an alarm would sound across the entire station and what would soon happen following would be one of a kind sight.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jun 12, 2013 22:02:19 GMT -8
Perses Station - Hangar
Well. That was weird.
Turning sharply in the direction of the now-vibrant Force energy coming from the other side of the hangar, Aherk furrowed his brow as he stared across the way at the people hovering over the blasted thing. From this distance, he could tell the lock had been "picked" by way of a quick lightsaber slash, the red Twi'lek had gone off on the guy who had apparently done the slicing, and whatever had just been opened seemed to resonate through the hangar.
Aherk wasn't entirely sure if it was power or if it was because it was the first time he'd truly felt the power of the Force in years. Though, in fairness, he had done his utmost to avoid Force users of any sort if it was at all possible. While the danger he had been hiding from for seven years had passed, he still tried his hardest to work and live among those without such a connection and had largely been successful. The power he felt must have been the people across the hangar. Their collective energies must have reminded him that there even was such a thing. If that was the case, why hadn't he noticed it before? Why the sudden resurgence in noticing something of that nature?
No, Aherk decided. He was here for one reason, and one reason alone. A sudden burst of Force energy wasn't going to stop him no matter how curious it seemed.
Taking one last long look at the group over the crate, the black-haired Human strode across the hangar, towards a door that would supposedly take him deeper into the complex.
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Post by Isabelle Eoura on Jun 14, 2013 10:27:39 GMT -8
That's what I thought little girl, I always win, you should probably just get used to it.
She turned to look at Hans to gauge his reaction to the little scene but instead her eye was caught by the Sith and a chill ran down her back.
I don't typically pay much attention to force users, but that guy gives me the creeps.
Outwardly she appeared to be completely unphased by the sudden appearance of the Sith, but inwardly she wished that she at least had a weapon, well besides her bracelet of course. In the brief second that she looked in the Sith's direction she just as quickly looked back to Hans and arched her left brow slightly.
"Hopefully everyone isn't as big of a problem as that one."
Her tone was not accusatory, but rather joking as she nodded in the direction Tanara was heading before she disappeared. And just as she was about to walk away the doors burst open and the guards she had called entered checking all corners of the room weapons ready to take out any threat. Isabelle turned her attention from Hans to the unit commander.
"You're late. Good thing this was only a drill or we all might have been dead. Work on your response time, I expect a five seconds shaved off when for the next drill. You get a fifty on this one. You may go now."
The commander dropped his eyes to the ground as she graded the team's performance and dismissed him. He gave her a salute and walked away, ordering the team out of the mess hall. Once they had all cleared out Isabelle looked at Hans with a quizzical expression on her face.
"Do you think that was a little extreme? Calling the guards over my datapad I mean."
Not that I really care what you think, after all you're just a man. And it doesn't matter what you think either, that datapad has classified information on it, all of your files. Should someone like that get a hold of that information they could use it against any of you. Luckily my file more highly classified since that's the case, the last thing I need is that girl playing childish games with my past.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2013 11:32:38 GMT -8
Hans was only mildly amused by the Twi'lek girl's antics, hoping that she would be able to focus during a mission and not be sidetracked by any petty disputes. As for the calling of the station's guards over a stolen datapad, he figured if it had sensitive information, than Isabelle could use whatever measures were needed to get it back. His files would likely be a boring read, as he had been pretty clean all things considered, even after leaving the military(well except for the Potato Incident during a mission on Ord Mantell).
The soldier had to hide a smile as Isabelle lectured the guards, remembering all too well the lectures he got from his drill sergeant during his training for being just a few seconds off the mark.
He shrugged. "Any excuse to keep the guards on their toes I guess." He sighed as he pushed his plate aside, which was now empty as he finished eating."But still...remind me to stay on that girl's good side."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2013 17:55:22 GMT -8
*Detecting a sense of unease rapidly approaching the hall, Kaldera slipped his helmet back over his head just as the guards burst through the doors. Not knowing their intent, he quickly rose for him seat in the back of the hall and had his hands on his lightsabers and was drawing them the red haired woman began scolding the leader. Sighing disappointed, Kaldera placed his sabers back on his belt and contemplated returning to his cooling meal or to approach the red haired woman.*
*Striding across the mess hall, Kaldera stopped at the end of Rikard's table to address the woman.*
"Is there a situation?"
*Kaldera's voice was cool, calm, despite what his nature and his history may suggest, for he wasn't like most known Sith, he was calm, cool and collected when outside of combat in normal social gatherings, but once his darker nature was unleashed, heads rolled and worlds burned. Turning his head in Hans' direction, Kaldera merely inclined his head forward slightly in greeting, but added nothing further.*
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Post by Isabelle Eoura on Jun 17, 2013 16:31:12 GMT -8
Her good side?! You have no idea what a bad side really is if she's all you're worried about.
"Yes, you would think with the amount of credits they get they would always be on their toes. You just can't find-"
As the hint of irritation and disappointment in her voice at the guards was really beginning to show through she was interrupted by the arrival of the Sith and her attention moved to the masked man who had a surprisingly calm demeanor for a Sith, or anyone for that matter.
"No. A slight breach in security, the extent of the breach will be investigated of course."
She looked the Sith once over as he stood there.
He doesn't seem as intimidating now as when he was silent, it must be the lure of his trap. They all have one after all, especially if they aren't the outright aggressive type. There are really only two kinds of Sith, butchers and manipulators and this one seems like the latter, I'll have to keep my eye on him.
"Kaldera, right? As I was telling Hans earlier, there are evaluations to be done before the team is mission ready. Just a reminder of course. I trust you won't be as much trouble as that immature Twi'lek."
But of course you'll be more trouble, sooner or later anyway, you're a Sith after all, betrayal is in your nature.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2013 18:02:21 GMT -8
Reliable people. That's what she was going to say, and he finished the sentence in his head. It was likely something along those lines. Sometimes Hans thought that guards got a raw deal, always being told to improve upon the most boring, yet vital job in existence, never thanked and always the first to be blamed when something went wrong. But still, he wasn't about to volunteer his services...
He made note of the Sith, Kaldera, who was quite calm despite the ruckus earlier. Obviously he was one to watch, but as it stood now, he didn't seem like the type to just go crazy and start killing at random. Of course, Hans had heard far worse about the Sith before. The soldier wasn't going to voice his opinions out loud, though he knew he wasn't the only one with doubts.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2013 18:30:51 GMT -8
*Behind the helmet, Kaldera was puzzled by the red haired woman's last words, curious as to who this "immature Twi'lek" was and how she could possibly be more trouble then he. Instead of raising the question, he said.*
"So long as our goals coincide, and you and your people remember to stay out of my way, I suspect little....trouble."
*Kaldera didn't have to read the twos minds to know that they didn't trust him. Good, he thought, better for when we no longer stand on mutual ground.*
*Putting his hands behind his back, drawing his cloak back to reveal the two lightsaber handles on his belt, he said.*
"It would be a better idea to make an example of the guards if you want them to move faster. Fear is the better motivator in the galaxy to get men to do what you want."
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Post by Isabelle Eoura on Jun 18, 2013 8:21:14 GMT -8
Typical Sith, wanting to kill those they view as beneath them for their own amusement and mask it as a motivational tool. Ridicule works just fine.
"We aren't in the business of killing our own. We aren't wild animals after all."
A deliberate insult to the Sith in general, comparing their ways to those of wild beasts rather than sophisticated people.
"And trust me,"
She arched her left brow as she placed her weight on her back hip and rested her right hand on it.
"when the time comes for this alliance of necessity to end, it's you who will want to stay our of our way. And now for that matter."
I'm not afraid of you so don't waste your time threatening me.
"But until then I suggest you fall in line and do your job. We have bigger things to worry about than who's in whose way."
I may have just poked the rancor, but no one is going to try and push me around.
No Isabelle had received enough pushing around for a lifetime or two and she wouldn't stand for it from anyone, even if the odds were stacked against her. Of course those thoughts were hidden deep within her mind, protected by many barriers that she had built over the years.
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Post by Inferno on Jun 18, 2013 16:41:06 GMT -8
Perses Station - HangarThe Twi'lek girl smiles and walks past Inferno, to get a better look at the crate and the frozen woman.=Tanara=
"I'm looking to cause some mischief, and have fun doing it."There was little harm in telling him exactly what she intended. She knew he had no more authority here than she did, and he certainly wasn't going to go running off to tell on her. Especially after what he did to the crate to open it.=Tanara=
"What did you...?"Although she had been training for most of her life to become a Jedi, she still frequently let her emotions slip out of her control. This was now one of those times. As she studied the crate, she noticed that the lock had been sliced apart by a lightsaber, rather clumsily too.Tanara spins around rapidly to glare at Inferno. She plants her fists on her hips to keep herself from launching some sort of physical assault."What the kriff did you take a lightsaber to the lock for?! That was a level one security lock! Even a brain-damaged womprat could have guessed the correct code to open it!"
She spins around again, throws her arms in the air in exasperation and then examines the destroyed lock.
"I can't even salvage this now! Are you seriously that stupid, that you take a lightsaber to the most basic of locks?!"She had taught so many young kids how to slice a number of different locking systems, spanning various difficulties and styles. For something like this to happen in front of her, was just unbelievable. Not even her fiancee was dumb enough to simply take a lightsaber to the most basic of security locks. Well, maybe he was before he had met her. She had certainly improved him in their time together.
Inferno was beginning to sense that the Twi'lek was upset at around the time she threw her hands up in frustration at his handiwork. He was having some amount of difficulty in trying to understand why it was such a huge deal.
Maybe she was just jealous of his über hacking skills.
"It got the lock open well enough, didn't it?" He answered with another question, folding his arms over his chest defiantly.
The clone was far more interested in the statue itself rather than the locking mechanisms that were keeping it secure. "What, are you supposed to be some sort of authority on locks or something?" He continued, though he didn't take his eyes off of the statue, which seemed unceasing in its emanation of Force energy that provoked all of his senses.
"Obviously you're not with security," He reasoned without waiting for her to answer, speaking more to himself at this point than her, however, "otherwise you wouldn't be admittedly looking for trouble. You're either a specialist who isn't supposed to be here... or you're a specialist who is supposed to be here. Either way, I take it that I should probably know who you are." |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 17:14:57 GMT -8
Typical Sith, wanting to kill those they view as beneath them for their own amusement and mask it as a motivational tool. Ridicule works just fine."We aren't in the business of killing our own. We aren't wild animals after all."A deliberate insult to the Sith in general, comparing their ways to those of wild beasts rather than sophisticated people."And trust me,"She arched her left brow as she placed her weight on her back hip and rested her right hand on it."when the time comes for this alliance of necessity to end, it's you who will want to stay our of our way. And now for that matter."I'm not afraid of you so don't waste your time threatening me."But until then I suggest you fall in line and do your job. We have bigger things to worry about than who's in whose way."I may have just poked the rancor, but no one is going to try and push me around.No Isabelle had received enough pushing around for a lifetime or two and she wouldn't stand for it from anyone, even if the odds were stacked against her. Of course those thoughts were hidden deep within her mind, protected by many barriers that she had built over the years.
*Outside the privacy of his helmet, Kaldera appeared to be in silent contemplation on how to react. After a second, a soft click can be heard as Kaldera flicked the activation switch on his flamethrower behind his back. Dropping his arms back to his sides, Kaldera drew a short burst of flame from the device and, with the Force, intensified the blaze to the size of a five foot tall human and set the ring to burn around the red haired woman. In the center there was enough space between her and the fire to keep her from burning....too badly, but it would be very, very hot.*
*Channeling the power of the darkside through his left hand, the flames being channeled through his right, Kaldera quickly found the woman's datapad and, debating for a fraction of a second between crushing it and combusting it, he drew the Force in around it and crumpled it into a small useless ball of scrap.*
*The inferno surrounding the red haired woman was only about chest high, leaving her to look directly into her own reflection in the visor of his helmet. While all his Force focus was on the reaction of the red haired woman, Kaldera kept Hans at the corner of his eye, for his reaction.*
*After a eternity of seconds had passed, Kaldera suddenly extinguished the flames, leaving a black ring at her feet. Folding his hands behind his back once more, confident that his point had been well stated without words, he flicked the off switch on his flamethrower and took a few steps toward her to stand by her side and, tilting his head slightly towards her, he said.*"Tell the Mysterious Man that I would like to speak with him immediately, to go over my....terms of service." |
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