Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Mar 5, 2020 0:51:42 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Martin smirked at Xakire's response. Despite the months of invasive torture methods, he was in good spirits. Especially for being a Sith Lord. As Dr. Archer extracted the blood sample and took several tissue samples, Martin crossed his arms and leaned up against the wall."Well, you could go for a walk, but as I understand it rather...cold...outside."As Dr. Archer finished, Martin motioned for the Orcus droids to follow him out, leaving just Xakire and Martin in the room."So...I don't suppose I could persuade you to just give me the information my employer seeks, could I? Rather than going through this charade again..."Harper knew that this man wasn't the type to just roll over and give them the information, however. But there was no harm in asking. |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 25, 2020 9:20:19 GMT -8
"Ah, I could do with stretching the old legs. Wouldn't want to forget how to use them," he joked back, pondering if would rather be sucked into the vacuum than continue this nightmare. At least he wouldn't be bored anymore. "See the problem though is that I'm just not really privy that much information. As much as I fancy myself being important, I'm really not that important. I don't have much to tell you," he said flippantly. "Besides, I haven't even met your employer. Perhaps if he came and visited I might be more inclined to do what he wants." |
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Mar 25, 2020 18:37:19 GMT -8
"Ah, I could do with stretching the old legs. Wouldn't want to forget how to use them," he joked back, pondering if would rather be sucked into the vacuum than continue this nightmare. At least he wouldn't be bored anymore. "See the problem though is that I'm just not really privy that much information. As much as I fancy myself being important, I'm really not that important. I don't have much to tell you," he said flippantly. "Besides, I haven't even met your employer. Perhaps if he came and visited I might be more inclined to do what he wants." |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 2, 2020 9:46:12 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.With a smirk, Martin plucked a spherical holo-drone from his belt."Well, don't say I didn't warn you..."Activating the drone, he tossed it casually out onto the floor, where it light up and hovered up to eye level with Xakire."Boss. Got someone here who would like to speak with you..."Exploding with a flash of light, the holographic image of The Illusionist appeared, sharply dressed and holding a lit cigarette in his right hand.Mr. Callidus. I must say, this little meeting is both sooner and yet much later than I was anticipating. Mr. Harper informs me that you would like to speak with me, so by all means, speak away.Taking a drag off of his cigarette, The Illusionist exhaled slowly, left hand in his pocket, piercing blue eyes scanning over the prisoner, waiting for his first set of questions, which he undoubtedly had.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Apr 2, 2020 10:31:45 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.With a smirk, Martin plucked a spherical holo-drone from his belt."Well, don't say I didn't warn you..."Activating the drone, he tossed it casually out onto the floor, where it light up and hovered up to eye level with Xakire."Boss. Got someone here who would like to speak with you..."Exploding with a flash of light, the holographic image of The Illusionist appeared, sharply dressed and holding a lit cigarette in his right hand.Mr. Callidus. I must say, this little meeting is both sooner and yet much later than I was anticipating. Mr. Harper informs me that you would like to speak with me, so by all means, speak away.Taking a drag off of his cigarette, The Illusionist exhaled slowly, left hand in his pocket, piercing blue eyes scanning over the prisoner, waiting for his first set of questions, which he undoubtedly had. |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 2, 2020 10:42:24 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Smirking as the young man spoke and asked his questions, The Illusionist couldn't help but chuckle. His real name? Out of everything he could have asked him, that was the one thing he wanted to know? Well, he would get an honest answer, at least. Clearing his throat, he replied.Names, while relatively important, are simply pointless in this situation. You may call me The Illusionist, as my real name has been erased. But, keeping with the point of your 'game', I believe it is my turn to ask a question. Who do you work for?A redundant question, at this point, but hearing the words from his mouth specifically, would be beneficial. Despite speaking via hologram to the prisoner, the holo-drone employed in this meeting was capable of recording and storing conversations in it's memory banks. And, with this being the first time this specific drone was being used, it was currently recording the entire conversation between them since The Illusionist had appeared.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Apr 2, 2020 11:37:28 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Smirking as the young man spoke and asked his questions, The Illusionist couldn't help but chuckle. His real name? Out of everything he could have asked him, that was the one thing he wanted to know? Well, he would get an honest answer, at least. Clearing his throat, he replied.Names, while relatively important, are simply pointless in this situation. You may call me The Illusionist, as my real name has been erased. But, keeping with the point of your 'game', I believe it is my turn to ask a question. Who do you work for?A redundant question, at this point, but hearing the words from his mouth specifically, would be beneficial. Despite speaking via hologram to the prisoner, the holo-drone employed in this meeting was capable of recording and storing conversations in it's memory banks. And, with this being the first time this specific drone was being used, it was currently recording the entire conversation between them since The Illusionist had appeared. |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 4, 2020 12:52:42 GMT -8
He didn't expect an honest answer. He didn't really expect one so philosophical either. "I must say, I'm disappointed, that answer doesn't seem in the spirit of this exercise," he said shaking his head. "But its progress of a kind, so I'll keep playing. I work for the Sith'ari. The Dark King. Lord Savage. The Butcher of Jabiim. He does like his titles," he paused. "I do think that it is likely I'll have fallen out of favour with the old man though given my vacation here." Viox had little tolerance for failure or weakness. Xakire could not see him responding well to news of what had happened to Xakire, even if he made it out alive. "My turn again. Where am I? What system? Let's try to avoid the riddles this time. I gave you a straight answer, I trust you will do the same," he said. |
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Apr 4, 2020 14:14:39 GMT -8
He didn't expect an honest answer. He didn't really expect one so philosophical either. "I must say, I'm disappointed, that answer doesn't seem in the spirit of this exercise," he said shaking his head. "But its progress of a kind, so I'll keep playing. I work for the Sith'ari. The Dark King. Lord Savage. The Butcher of Jabiim. He does like his titles," he paused. "I do think that it is likely I'll have fallen out of favour with the old man though given my vacation here." Viox had little tolerance for failure or weakness. Xakire could not see him responding well to news of what had happened to Xakire, even if he made it out alive. "My turn again. Where am I? What system? Let's try to avoid the riddles this time. I gave you a straight answer, I trust you will do the same," he said. |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 17, 2020 17:24:32 GMT -8
He listened careful as his next question was answered, this time fairly satisfactorily. Dosuun. He'd never heard of it, but of course that no doubt would be why he was being held there. "Ah so they've re-branded. I think I like the new name. Got a better ring to it," he joked as he was told of the Blackguard's new name. It also spoke to Viox's goals. He knew he would never be content as a tool of the First Order, particularly of a non-Force user such as the Supreme Commander. The declaration of an 'Imperium' signalled he was ready to assert the Blackguard as a power in its own right. It was indeed a shame that Xakire had missed it. "I was the Sith'ari's own apprentice. I did what he told me to do, killed his enemies, led his fleets, that sort of thing. My turn now," he paused. Each word and question had been carefully chosen. He had made sure not to start off with any particularly important questions so he could demonstrate he would cooperate if the Illusionist played along. His answers too were careful, revealing enough information but not exactly lining up to share as much as he could. The more information he kept to himself the more leverage he had to push the Illusionist into revealing more himself. "Your resources must be considerable," he paused. "Yet you aren't First Order. You're clearly not Jedi, and I don't think you are from the Alliance or any of its successors. In fact I don't think you answer to a government at all," the way they operated was clearly well equipped yet also distinct from any sorts of tactics most governments would use. "So where do you get these resources from?" |
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Apr 27, 2020 1:26:39 GMT -8
He listened careful as his next question was answered, this time fairly satisfactorily. Dosuun. He'd never heard of it, but of course that no doubt would be why he was being held there. "Ah so they've re-branded. I think I like the new name. Got a better ring to it," he joked as he was told of the Blackguard's new name. It also spoke to Viox's goals. He knew he would never be content as a tool of the First Order, particularly of a non-Force user such as the Supreme Commander. The declaration of an 'Imperium' signalled he was ready to assert the Blackguard as a power in its own right. It was indeed a shame that Xakire had missed it. "I was the Sith'ari's own apprentice. I did what he told me to do, killed his enemies, led his fleets, that sort of thing. My turn now," he paused. Each word and question had been carefully chosen. He had made sure not to start off with any particularly important questions so he could demonstrate he would cooperate if the Illusionist played along. His answers too were careful, revealing enough information but not exactly lining up to share as much as he could. The more information he kept to himself the more leverage he had to push the Illusionist into revealing more himself. "Your resources must be considerable," he paused. "Yet you aren't First Order. You're clearly not Jedi, and I don't think you are from the Alliance or any of its successors. In fact I don't think you answer to a government at all," the way they operated was clearly well equipped yet also distinct from any sorts of tactics most governments would use. "So where do you get these resources from?"
His failure and weakness was certainly a soft point of his. He was ashamed of his failure. It didn't matter now, what mattered was finding a way out of here and finding out whatever he could about his mysterious captors.
"I made mistakes," he said dismissively. "I worked in Intelligence for a time, yes. My absence in that time was necessary, but you seem to already know about my work with Intelligence," he paused for a moment, "Perhaps you are simply so good at capturing people that neither the Blackguard nor First Order have been able to find me? Perhaps they've not abandoned me by choice?" he said evasively. He didn't necessarily think that was the case, but it hardly mattered now to him. He could decide what path to take when he was free and discovered if he had indeed been abandoned. "Loyalty is hardly a quantifiable characteristic," he answered carefully. He was wondering what the purpose of such a question was. Was The Illusionist probing him to see if he could potentially become an asset? Unlikely, but possible. His vague responses could force The Illusionist to give more of an insight of what he wanted from Xakire.
"You have all this power but stay behind the scenes. Obviously you're working towards something. What are your goals?" he asked, wondering if he'd answer this one. It seemed unlikely he'd reveal such a thing given the level of secrecy he operated under.
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Post by The Elusive Man on May 28, 2020 16:17:42 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Smirking, and taking a sip from the glass in his left hand he turned and seated himself in his chair, appearing on holo as he moved towards it and sat down.While my agents and operatives do undergo rigorous training simulations, I wouldn't entirely say that a misstep on your part wasn't as least a part of the equation that resulted in your capture. Force Users alone, are significantly harder to capture than normal individuals. And while I will admit we are quite good at covering our tracks, the manpower of both the Blackguard and the First Order currently outstrips our own. Had you been deemed a valuable enough of an asset, someone could have tracked you down by now...Trailing off, he procured another cigarette from the arm of his chair and lit it. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled slowly, absently watching the smoke wafting away. And then his eyes flashed back at Xakire.Devotion or belief in a cause, which can qualify as loyalty, is actually a very quantifiable quality. Every single being in this universe has a price on their loyalty. Most just can't recognize it for what it is.And then came the response to the true questions Xakire seemed to want answered.Information is a weapon, greater than any sword, Mr. Callidus. Dealing specifically in information that makes the galaxy turn is our specialty. Being at the forefront is meant as a gesture of hope, symbolizing a better existence. And it usually keeps the populations placated. But the real successes are made or broken behind the scenes. I am not one for glory-seeking, nor do I need the public's approval for what I do. I know what my end goal is and like-minded individuals aren't exactly difficult to locate, as I am sure the same could be said about the First Order or the Blackguard Imperium. Proving you can get results, regardless of the price, tends to attract the right kind of people...Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly once again.The Organization has many goals, and were you a like-minded individual that could see the brilliant prospect of those goals, I would be more inclined to share such details with you. However, you have yet to truly prove where your loyalties lie. And then there is a significantly more pressing matter that would need to be addressed...Rather than proceeding to ask another question just yet, he'd allow Xakire to digest what had just been said first, and allow him to reply to what was said, and possibly even ask more questions. Because at this point, it wasn't about what Xakire said, it was entirely about how he reacted to what was said to him. From there, further estimations could be made and if it proved valuable enough, The Illusionist would make that gamble. But strictly speaking, as a dark sided Force User, it was highly unlikely that Xakire would agree with The Organization's true goals...though, he was certainly giving an enjoyable, intellectually stimulating conversation, rather than thumping his chest about his powers and abilities, and who his allies were. He was obviously well educated and not just another Sith "barbarian" with a messiah complex....
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Jul 18, 2020 23:34:39 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Smirking, and taking a sip from the glass in his left hand he turned and seated himself in his chair, appearing on holo as he moved towards it and sat down.While my agents and operatives do undergo rigorous training simulations, I wouldn't entirely say that a misstep on your part wasn't as least a part of the equation that resulted in your capture. Force Users alone, are significantly harder to capture than normal individuals. And while I will admit we are quite good at covering our tracks, the manpower of both the Blackguard and the First Order currently outstrips our own. Had you been deemed a valuable enough of an asset, someone could have tracked you down by now...Trailing off, he procured another cigarette from the arm of his chair and lit it. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled slowly, absently watching the smoke wafting away. And then his eyes flashed back at Xakire.Devotion or belief in a cause, which can qualify as loyalty, is actually a very quantifiable quality. Every single being in this universe has a price on their loyalty. Most just can't recognize it for what it is.And then came the response to the true questions Xakire seemed to want answered.Information is a weapon, greater than any sword, Mr. Callidus. Dealing specifically in information that makes the galaxy turn is our specialty. Being at the forefront is meant as a gesture of hope, symbolizing a better existence. And it usually keeps the populations placated. But the real successes are made or broken behind the scenes. I am not one for glory-seeking, nor do I need the public's approval for what I do. I know what my end goal is and like-minded individuals aren't exactly difficult to locate, as I am sure the same could be said about the First Order or the Blackguard Imperium. Proving you can get results, regardless of the price, tends to attract the right kind of people...Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly once again.The Organization has many goals, and were you a like-minded individual that could see the brilliant prospect of those goals, I would be more inclined to share such details with you. However, you have yet to truly prove where your loyalties lie. And then there is a significantly more pressing matter that would need to be addressed...Rather than proceeding to ask another question just yet, he'd allow Xakire to digest what had just been said first, and allow him to reply to what was said, and possibly even ask more questions. Because at this point, it wasn't about what Xakire said, it was entirely about how he reacted to what was said to him. From there, further estimations could be made and if it proved valuable enough, The Illusionist would make that gamble. But strictly speaking, as a dark sided Force User, it was highly unlikely that Xakire would agree with The Organization's true goals...though, he was certainly giving an enjoyable, intellectually stimulating conversation, rather than thumping his chest about his powers and abilities, and who his allies were. He was obviously well educated and not just another Sith "barbarian" with a messiah complex....
Finally, he came to answering the questions he had asked. "You speak with such nebulous rhetoric, my friend. All this talk of a better existence. Paternalistic treatment of the people. Your ever illusive, allegedly brilliant goals," his voice wasn't quite derisive or contemptible but he seemed unimpressed with the sophistry he was facing. "Oh this is not to criticise you. It's an all too familiar line. It's what the Empire preaches. It's what the Jedi preaches. You seem to think you're something special. Some benign and pragmatic force for good in the galaxy. But so does everyone else," he paused for a moment, "No, I surmise the only difference between you and the Empire or the Jedi is your different superficial perspective on what a better existence is. And like them, it also seems to me that these motives are only superficial. What you, and they, really want is power. The ability to shape the galaxy to suit yourselves," Xakire was once a true believer in the ideals of the Empire and the greater good that its rule over the galaxy would forge, however he was growing increasingly cynical. He did want what was best for the people of the galaxy but it did not seem there were any groups with any viable change of implementing lasting change that could possibly achieve that. Power certainly corrupts. "The Blackguard is at least the exception, it's far more honest about its goals. It doesn't bother hiding behind lofty noble ambitions," he quipped. "So tell me, what exactly is it that separates you from the other powerful actors of the galaxy?" |
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Dread Lord Havok
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Aug 5, 2020 9:15:01 GMT -8
The Hopper dropped from Hyperspace over Namadii, and immediately reoriented itself for a jump that would take him down the Namadii Corridor. Chaser maneuvered while Yung ran the hyperspace calculations.
The advantage of making for the Corridor was that the lightspeed trajectory was the same for all worlds along the hyperspace corridor. The same trajectory would lead to multiple planets. Any pursuers would have to search all planets along the Namadii Corridor to find out where the Hopper left the hyperspace lanes.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Aug 5, 2020 13:50:20 GMT -8
The forces from Adumar that pursued the Hopper, successfully calculated the ship's trajectory and because of their faster Hyperdrives, arrived there before the Hopper arrived. They started swarming the cargo ship before they knew it. The ship's shields fortunately held against the TIE fighters lasers... just long enough.
The Hopper dumped the 100 tons of external cargo containers containing kyber crystal ore and made the jump down the Namadii corridor just in time.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 5, 2020 15:16:48 GMT -8
As the Hopper was pursued by not solely the TIE fighters from the Vindicator-class cruiser Wisp, but the cruiser as well via several hyperspace routes, things would take a sudden turn for the fleeing freighter, when the Victory II-class Star Destroyer Spectre intercepted, slowing the course of the smugglers even more for the TIE fighters of the First Order catching up. At there it seemed like the hunt was already over, when suddenly a large load of cargo containers was dropped from the ship.
Naturally the present TIE fighter pilots would dodge the dropped payload and even Captain Wendel ordered the crew of the Wisp swiftly to slow down in order to avoid the target.
Commodore Paxter Thorne watched from afar the events, realizing the potential danger in which Captain Wendel and his pilots probably were, given that he had already recieved a report from his fellow Commodore Naya Thax about the bombing attempt aboard the Charybdis.
"Keep the support slow, Captain Wendel, I'll handle the situation from here", he promised the subordinate's ship via intercom, calm as usual, "Just ensure that the cargo will be transfered safely aboard the Wisp - and check it for explosives first. Those smugglers are apparently more radical than we thought."
::Aye, Sir::
While the crew of the Wisp did as they were told, several TIE wings alongside the Spectre would continiue the pursuit, catching up slowly, but steady due to the Victory II's hyperdrive systems. Commodore Thorne knew that it would be a challenge to locate the smugglers within the Namadii corridor, yet wasn't too bothered giving up now where their target could still be in range.
As the Spectre continiued its hunt, the Commodore would alert nearby Imperial fleets outside the Borderlands sector of terrorists having escaped from the Ilum system with stolen portions of kybercrystal aboard - it is advised to act careful and to simply secure the YT2400-freighter, yet should the vessel get located orders are granted to shoot it down, if necessary.
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Vasari
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Post by Vasari on Oct 29, 2020 10:38:40 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor ~ Dosuun ~ Wild Space PRISON BREAK! A Daring Rescue, set in motion only moments following Sith Sorceress in training Vasari Nightshade's connection with the Living Force where she was glimpsed vital clues concerning the whereabouts of her missing friend and rival for Viox Savage's Apprenticeship, Xakire Callidus! Setting out on the maiden voyage of her new Meditation Sphere Vasari is intent to rescue her lost friend from the vile clutches of the Illusive Organization whom has held Xakire captive for far to long already. . . . A slit in hyperspace far outside sensor range of the prison tore open and a small blue sphere shot from the void and almost immediately cloaked from sight and nearly every form of technological detection. Within the Sphere the young Sorceress sat cross legged, meditating while the near sentient being that controlled much of the ship's functions moved them at a crawl towards the orbiting prison station. During the construction of the sphere on Sullust she and Ifrit had performed a marvel of Sith and Jedi Sorcery to imbue the Meditation Sphere with a semi sentient form of consciousness crafted from the stolen life energy of the Force. During the process Vasari's mind had connected - if briefly to every moment in space within her current timeline. This gave her a second to glimpse anywhere she chose - it was a long shot but she had taken that second bought with the lives of so many, to answer the question she had been asking for years. Where was Xakire Callidus. She was rewarded with a glimpse of her friend - imprisoned aboard the station she now was creeping towards. In the nights that followed, as she recovered from the effort of the Sphere's beckoning to life, she was visited by several fever visions, all of which had given her clues to lead her to where she was now, finally... within reach of her lost friend.Opening her eyes, having completed the complex series of spells that would cloak not only her signature within the force but that of her ship's as well, she surveyed the prison through the massive curved viewport that took up the majority of her forward vision. It was a technological masterpiece, fully integrated software giving the living consciousness complete control of not only the craft but each and every one of its technological functions all of which was tied to a linked consciousness between the sentient being and Vasari's mind. She had yet to test the distance of the bond she had created with this fledgling being, but she imagined that wherever the ship was in her sector, she could connect with it and call it hither."Tell me everything...""Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison - currently in orbit of Planet Dosuun, Fourth planet in the Dosuun Star System, Grid H-20. Class terres...-""The Prison!"Vasari barked, her voice betraying no small amount of annoyance."You said 'everything', didn't you?The voice of the fledgling sentient echoed back at her - mocking the tone of her own voice with surprising accuracy."Oh never mind, i'll do it!Vasari exclaimed rolling to her feet and stepping down the curved ramp from the meditation pad in the center of the Sphere to a command chair that had keypads capable of accessing the ships systems."Annoying machine..."Vasari's voice was a bitter mutter as she rolled her eyes and began to pull up the schematics and the scans of the Prison they had been taking since dropping out of Hyperspace."I am NOT a 'machine'...The ship parroted back at her with the same level of indigence, but Vasari paid the Ship's consciousness no mind, she had the whole of her recrafted mindscape dedicated towards the task of freeing Xakire. She was so close, she wouldn't let him slip away this time. |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Nov 11, 2020 14:23:46 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Smirking, and taking a sip from the glass in his left hand he turned and seated himself in his chair, appearing on holo as he moved towards it and sat down.While my agents and operatives do undergo rigorous training simulations, I wouldn't entirely say that a misstep on your part wasn't as least a part of the equation that resulted in your capture. Force Users alone, are significantly harder to capture than normal individuals. And while I will admit we are quite good at covering our tracks, the manpower of both the Blackguard and the First Order currently outstrips our own. Had you been deemed a valuable enough of an asset, someone could have tracked you down by now...Trailing off, he procured another cigarette from the arm of his chair and lit it. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled slowly, absently watching the smoke wafting away. And then his eyes flashed back at Xakire.Devotion or belief in a cause, which can qualify as loyalty, is actually a very quantifiable quality. Every single being in this universe has a price on their loyalty. Most just can't recognize it for what it is.And then came the response to the true questions Xakire seemed to want answered.Information is a weapon, greater than any sword, Mr. Callidus. Dealing specifically in information that makes the galaxy turn is our specialty. Being at the forefront is meant as a gesture of hope, symbolizing a better existence. And it usually keeps the populations placated. But the real successes are made or broken behind the scenes. I am not one for glory-seeking, nor do I need the public's approval for what I do. I know what my end goal is and like-minded individuals aren't exactly difficult to locate, as I am sure the same could be said about the First Order or the Blackguard Imperium. Proving you can get results, regardless of the price, tends to attract the right kind of people...Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly once again.The Organization has many goals, and were you a like-minded individual that could see the brilliant prospect of those goals, I would be more inclined to share such details with you. However, you have yet to truly prove where your loyalties lie. And then there is a significantly more pressing matter that would need to be addressed...Rather than proceeding to ask another question just yet, he'd allow Xakire to digest what had just been said first, and allow him to reply to what was said, and possibly even ask more questions. Because at this point, it wasn't about what Xakire said, it was entirely about how he reacted to what was said to him. From there, further estimations could be made and if it proved valuable enough, The Illusionist would make that gamble. But strictly speaking, as a dark sided Force User, it was highly unlikely that Xakire would agree with The Organization's true goals...though, he was certainly giving an enjoyable, intellectually stimulating conversation, rather than thumping his chest about his powers and abilities, and who his allies were. He was obviously well educated and not just another Sith "barbarian" with a messiah complex....
Finally, he came to answering the questions he had asked. "You speak with such nebulous rhetoric, my friend. All this talk of a better existence. Paternalistic treatment of the people. Your ever illusive, allegedly brilliant goals," his voice wasn't quite derisive or contemptible but he seemed unimpressed with the sophistry he was facing. "Oh this is not to criticise you. It's an all too familiar line. It's what the Empire preaches. It's what the Jedi preaches. You seem to think you're something special. Some benign and pragmatic force for good in the galaxy. But so does everyone else," he paused for a moment, "No, I surmise the only difference between you and the Empire or the Jedi is your different superficial perspective on what a better existence is. And like them, it also seems to me that these motives are only superficial. What you, and they, really want is power. The ability to shape the galaxy to suit yourselves," Xakire was once a true believer in the ideals of the Empire and the greater good that its rule over the galaxy would forge, however he was growing increasingly cynical. He did want what was best for the people of the galaxy but it did not seem there were any groups with any viable change of implementing lasting change that could possibly achieve that. Power certainly corrupts. "The Blackguard is at least the exception, it's far more honest about its goals. It doesn't bother hiding behind lofty noble ambitions," he quipped. "So tell me, what exactly is it that separates you from the other powerful actors of the galaxy?" |
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Nov 25, 2020 4:29:26 GMT -8
*Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space*
Xakire listened as The Illusionist tried to convince him he was any different to the other actors of the galaxy. He claimed he wasn't after power, just reshaping the galaxy. He was an ideologue, he might not think he craved power but all ideologues do no matter what they try to tell themselves. The conversation then took an unexpected turn. It was made clear that whatever this was, was now at an end. "I don't think you were ever truly trying to convince me to join you. If you were you wouldn't have treated me this way," he said. It was then revealed the station was evacuated and it's security ready to kill him. Curiously, The Illusionist's words made it seem as though he believed Xakire would survive. "Oh I'm sure we will meet again, indeed," he stated as his final words before his captors disappeared.
Once they had left, his restraints were removed and he could stand again. He rubbed his wrists as he surveyed the room, looking for alternate exits or anything that could be useful. Escaping would no doubt be quite the challenge. He had his force abilities, but he had no idea what had been done with his lightsabers. He would have to find his way out without them. But, as he stood there, trying to formulate a plan he thought he felt a presence. One had had not felt in some time. Vasari? Had she come? After all this time she hadn't given up on him? He was never as good at the mysticism, sorcery, and mindgames as she was, but he tried to reach out to her. He sat down on the cold floor and closed his eyes as he tried to reach out with the Force.
Vasari? Are you there? Can you hear me? Can you...help me?
He had no idea if what he was doing would work. He had never communicated like this before. He wasn't even sure how he was doing it, but he could feel a connection to her in the Force. She was likely his only hope at surviving.
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Vasari
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Post by Vasari on Jan 1, 2021 18:24:20 GMT -8
Vasari had been focused on cracking into the prisons systems undetected for the last twenty minutes and there didn't seem to be a way in, the main problem was that the entire system seemed to be closed. After that she tried to remote access the main central computer, and when that failed she tried to force breech the subsystems. She wasn't a slicer but she had picked up tricks now and then and she had done a lot of research when building the Sphere she was currently in, and designing its systems - but the skills needed to hack this system were beyond her.
"Where are you Xakire..."
She felt him on board but she couldn't narrow down where they were holding him. either she wasn't as put together as she thought or something on that station was shielding her from locating her friend. She felt the consciousness within the sphere just waiting to argue with her again, but before it could she felt a presence she had not felt since...
Xakire!
The moment she said his name the connection was forged and she could feel him, the state he was in, the drugs they had him on, his exact location within the facility, everything down to the longing he felt for hearing the sound of her voice within his mind again. She gasped and tears flooded her eyes for a moment but she squinted them away and opened the view screen. Knowing where he was didn't get her access to the Prisons systems but it did allow her to begin plotting his route of escape. Bringing up the hologram of the prison with a marker on Xakire's position she focused and reached back out along the link.
I have you Xakire... im going to get you out of there. Can you move? Are you... alright?"
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