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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 6:56:57 GMT -8
*Honoghr's terrain consists primarily of desert plains and rainforests.*
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Post by Archer/Kestral on May 6, 2013 1:18:23 GMT -8
Back in the assassin's Bereau...Overseer Kestral nodded to Bentro, pointing to a blinking location marked on the Holo-projector which showed the base layout. Yes, we have three main reactors in this facility, backed up by a small emergency system if it is needed, Here is where Sigma was last located, denoted by their personal beacons. Around 15 smaller blips were scatered around one of the reactor areas, unmoving and probably dead.Past the doors you will find that the base is in complete darkness, helps with our secret-thing that we have going on here... Kestral chuckles for a moment. ..So you will be given some of our sonic masks to find your way about, simmiler to the oneI I was using before. He then motions for a nearby guard who brings enough masks for the team, and a replacement for himself.
He then waits to see if Bentro or his men have any further questions before they defend their location.
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Post by Jace Stealer on May 17, 2013 16:19:27 GMT -8
Bentro studied the base layout closely, as did the other soldiers. If things got dicey and they needed to move to an area quickly or make an escape, they would need to know what was where and which path would be the best to get there. His eyes settled on the unmoving dots that were scattered haphazardly in the reactor room, wondering what sort of force took them out and if any of them were still alive. He hoped that his men and Kestral's agents would get the jump on any assailants that waited for them in the darkness, and that the lack of light would work in their favor. They might get lucky and find a few survivors on their side...
Taking the masks, each soldier slipped them on and helped one another calibrate them and figure out the basic settings. With the proper equipment now on, they flipped the safety off of their weapons and moved towards the doors. Stacking up on either side, Bentro looked over to Kestral for final assurance. "Anything else?"
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Post by Archer/Kestral on Nov 2, 2013 15:11:12 GMT -8
With Bentro's team ready, the Overseer motioned for his own group to work their way towards the disturbances.
the hallways and corridors in which they all now traveled in were pitch black with no light sources on purpose, not only to disorient any intruders but to constantly test those that called this area home.
Both teams would discover dead souls along the way, those who were unfortunate enough to give up hope of ever finding daylight again. Some were sitting against the walls as if they were waiting for someone to rescue them. Others had attempted to claw themselves out through the wall, and the bloodstains from their fingertips making random but interesting patterns when seen through the Sonar Goggles.
The view seen through said goggles would feel wrong, as they should allow the user to 'look' through and past solid objects such as people and walls.
Maybe they all were glitchy..
After tunnel after endless tunnel and countless left and right turns in this pitch black labyrinth, a wooden door with a small blue light was found which gave just enough of a glow for someone to see the hands in front of them, and little else.
Everyone except Kestrel and the small team lead by Bentro turned back down the way they came and walked off, which could be looked at as strange behaviour as they had a threat to deal with which should be the opposite side of this maze.
That is of Bentro and his squad was paying attention..
Kestral pulled off his goggles and threw them to the floor, and turned to Bentro, eyes aglow with what looked like blue computer code scrolling side to side.
His voice had become scratchy and metalic.
Something here was not right...
"Bentro, Are you ready to wake up?"
That was the last thing Kestral said before phasing through the door within an instant.
Dare Rayfe enter that same door to 'wake up', or will he try to lead his team back towards the entrance tunnel through which the clean-up operation was still in effect?
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Post by Jace Stealer on Nov 29, 2013 22:59:33 GMT -8
Rayfe Bentro and his team of trained operatives; Specialist Garin, Sergeant Cormik, and Specialist Luftwasti, followed Kestral's team through the labyrinth. He did take note of the bodies strewn throughout the maze, wondering how they had ended up there. Were they intruders and thieves who had gotten in over their head? Or was this the ritual that served as a deadly initiation for this secret organization that was currently under attack? He'd ask Kestral once they were through clearing this breach. He did notice the strange visual effects of the bodies and the walls surrounding them, but he attributed that to the sonar goggles. He wasn't used to working with this particular type of equipment.
As they arrived to their destination he spotted the rest of the team that they had come with turn and divert back the way they came. This puzzled him and the others greatly, and before they could open their mouths to question Kestral he turned towards them. The blazing blue eyes with what looked to be scrolling details on them startled them, and his sudden outburst in a modified voice puzzled them even more. But what shocked them was the fact that he simply stepped through the door as if it was a hologram. Cormik took a step forward and pressed his hand on the door, feeling the solid wood underneath his fingertips. He turned back to Rayfe with concern pressed across his lips. Garin was the first to voice their concerns; "What the... what the kriff was that?!"
Cormik looked from the two specialists and then to Rayfe. "Well... Whatever that was, it looks like we are on our own now. Orders?"
Rayfe looked around and assessed their situation. They had two options: go through the door which Kestral lead them to or try to double back. "Well, we can either go back or continue on. And from the looks of those bodies back their, going back may not be in our best interest. That coupled with the fact that if we do get through we'll have an unknown number of operatives bearing down on us.... Luftwasti, you got those breaching charges on you still?" He nodded, pulling them off the back of his belt. "Good, let's give Kestral the 'wake up call'... Oh, and switch over to our optics. I don't trust these sonar goggles."
Luftwasti applied the breaching charges as the other three threw their goggles off and placed on their own mufti-purpose goggles. As they stacked up on either side of the door, they waited patiently as Luftwasti replaced his. With everybody ready, Rayfe began the countdown with his fingers starting from five. As they got down to one, the team turned their heads as he detonated the charges. The wooden door splintered apart and blew inward, which would kill anybody on the opposite side of the doorway. They pushed in, their minds on high alert and pumping with adrenaline. Their training took in the situation and indicated whatever cover and threats would be present in the room.
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Post by Archer/Kestral on Feb 25, 2014 5:25:40 GMT -8
There was nothing there. Just nothing at all.
No people, droids, walls floor or ceiling present in the space Rayfe and his small group had just entered.
Well it was just Rayfe now..
His team had just simply vanished, as if they were never there in the first place..
If Rayfe looked down at his body, he would see that he was sitting in a chair, his combat fatigues gone to be replaced by a set of thin cotton medical garb, his body hooked up to the chair by various leads and wires leading into and out of his limbs. He also had a small metallic band across his forehead, which linked up to a sensor unit next to him.
"Welcome back to reality Mr. Bentro.."
This voice was nowhere but everywhere at once, projected from hidden speakers in the current area and within Rayfe's mind.
"You must have many questions running riot through your mind right now, and I would like you to ask all of them. I will give you a full explanation of your current whereabouts and what has transpired after your curiosity has been satisfied.."
Now there was silence.
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Post by Jace Stealer on Oct 31, 2014 13:49:32 GMT -8
First Lieutenant Rayfe Bentro was still breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush that was coursing through his body, his eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to comprehend the room around him. Disoriented, his mind did indeed start running a mile a minute in an attempt to correct his bearings.
Where was he? Why was he here? One minute they were breaching a room, and now? Was this the room? Had they been hit? Was he unconscious, and didn't know it yet? No, this was too lucid to be a dream. A new weapon perhaps? Something that controlled the mind? Had he been influenced by... a Jedi Mind Trick? Impossible, he would have at least felt some of the signals of a Jedi mind trick, as Jace had taught him back on Serenno. So if this wasn't an illusion, what was going on? Rayfe glanced at the machine next to him, following the wires with his eyes to the multiple points of contact they had made to his body. Was this... a simulation? Was this willing or unwilling? He couldn't remember. He tried to think back to a moment like this before... but nothing came up. How much of the fighting was real, and how much was a simulation?
A thought suddenly popped into his mind, his breathing slowly dropping to a calm state as he settled the wildfires of possibilities within his mind. He only had one question, seeing how this mysterious speaker was willing to fill in the other blanks.
"What... what of my men? Are they safe?"
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Post by Archer/Kestral on Nov 15, 2014 14:11:34 GMT -8
'I can see the thoughts processing through your mind as you think them, and I can assure you that your 'team' is safe and well in your proper 'world' thinking you are on a covert mission for an anonymous nobleman who needs the utmost discretion. Mik'ro on the other hand knows more about what is actually happening to you here.'
A holoscreen on a wall flickers to life in front of the soldier, lighing up the darkened room slightly and various logos and codes flicked up around the screen and remained, while others came and went in a flash. On their own they were just logos associated with various companies around the known galaxy, some were well known whilst others were instantly recognizable with many industries under their control. It would look random how they either stayed or went, and the positioning they were placed onto the screen but over the course of a few minutes it looked like an image was being created from the various alignments.
'You came here on your own steam Mr Bentro, although you may not remember the reasons and legal documentation that you signed for me, as well as the memory adjustments you agreed to..'
A second holo-screen flashes up to the left of the first which shows security recordings both visual and purely audio of Rayfe agreeing to certain parameters of this 'Mission', Kestral's voice can be heard on the audio but nowhere is sight of the visual recordings although Rayfe can be clearly seen in the exact same chair he is in now, hooking himself up to the various leads and that headband gizmo which fits in place easily. The time fast-forwards on this feed now as it appears that Rayfe is asleep or in an unconscious state between periods of awakening, then he detaches the leads and gets up for a stretch and grabs the datapad tucked in a small pocket on the left and outside of the chair in which he sits in now.
'Please retrieve that datapad and read your various inputs, I can explain as you read.'
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2016 16:53:18 GMT -8
Shedo carefully piloted his Yorik-et down through the atmosphere of Honoghr, his Tall-Yor firmly covering his face and connecting him through Neural cusps to his starfighter. As he headed for the first site that he was to inspect, Shedo took a slightly scenic route, passing over many of the area's that were ravaged by the Trihexalophine1138 which had been released many years prior. It would take a great deal of time for Honoghr to recover itself, if ever it was possible to do so naturally, which was why he was here, to help provide a slightly accelerated method of helping cleanse the world. Whilst it was true that the RDMC had found some success with artificial methods, which had expanded the Clean Lands that the Empire had maintained whilst continuing to poison the world, they were able to recognize that there was other, more proven methods of terraforming which Shedo might be able to accomplish.
It wasn't long, before he set his Yorik-et down at the first of the clean site's which the RDMC suspected had been made previously by the Yuuzhan Vong occupation of Honoghr. The Tall-Yor retracted from his face, before the canopy of the Yorik-et opened to allow Shedo Anor to disembark from his craft and meet with the scientists which would be walking him through the first of the area's. He could already sense his people's handiwork here, as he noticed several plants that seemed like they were hybrids of native species and some off world one's, in an effort to fight off the poison. Much as he was certain these lands were meant to be used as a test site for future vongforming, as it was known by the wider galaxy, Shedo was impressed by the work of the Shaper's that had come before him. They had already developed plant strains capable of overcoming the Trihex, so all he would have to do, was identify these strains, and utilize them for his own Honoghr Project, as he was already labelling it
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Post by Taha on Jun 27, 2016 3:18:37 GMT -8
In truth Taha had never felt more alone, and deep down it scared her. However there was no sign of that fear in the way she moved, stepping off the speeder bike that she had "appropriated" on her arrival on the planet. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to stay here long, the place stank. The swamps and jungles had regrown to hide the ravaged past of the planet, but it also meant that the local populations had started to make their return and she would have been hard pressed to find anything as sickening as these creatures that walked before her. Away from the clean edges of Nysatao this small collection of shacks amongst the trees was chaotic and disgraceful to her eyes. Beneath the visor she was wincing with the revulsion.
Her presence hadn't gone unnoticed either. A few of the local Noghri had glanced in her direction and now started to approach her, appearing to sniff the air around her heavily. She repressed a shudder at the idea of breathing this smell any more deeply than she had already had to. Striding towards one that seemed to be breaking off from the rest of his pack she stopped herself only centimetres away from his muzzle, her closeness forcing him to raise his head to look at her.
"I'm looking for Crakh, I would like you to tell me where I can find him."
Her voice gave no impression that there was a question in the statement, she expected an answer and wasn't willing to wait long for one.
"Crakh has gone."
"Gone? I don't think so, he knew I was coming, he wouldn't dare to leave."
"That's why he left, you were coming."
Snapping her hand forward she punched at the Noghri in front of her, the suddenness of the movement seemed to shock the ones that were nearby into a stillness that wasn't natural, even breathing had stopped. Slowly the Noghri that had spoken slipped backwards, crumpling as his body slipped off the vibroblade that she held in her hand. She held up her free hand in a stopping motion, her voice filled with power as she channeled her fury and lonliness into her words.
"Stop."
Not one Noghri moved.
"Fetch me Crakh and I'll leave you all to wallow in grief but you'll be alive. Or you can line up to die. To be honest I'd prefer the latter, but I'm feeling flexible. So? What do you choose?"
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Post by Taha on Jun 28, 2016 12:16:19 GMT -8
The Noghri glanced amongst themselves, no nerves showed on their scaled faces but none seemed to want to be the first to react. The tension was cut through with a voice, it rasped in a tongue Taha didn't understand, in truth she could only speak Basic, never bothering with the inferior languages of other species, but she didn't let confusion spread onto her face as she narrowed her hidden eyes on the one speaking.
"He says that Crakh has brought us nothing but trouble, and he has now taken the life of a good citizen of our village by your hand."
The voice seemed to read her mind with its translation, but she didn't even glance towards the one that had spoken it, keeping her eyes behind the visor focused on the elder that continued to address her.
"He doesn't think that you can kill us all like you say, our people are brave warriors and skilled hunters, you are no more than wild beast with a lucky strike; however it seems foolish to risk the health of anymore here today by putting you down. If we give you Crakh's location, will you leave and never return? If you promise that to us then we will let you walk away alive, but if we see you again, any of us see you again your death will be our pleasure."
Taha tilted her head a little to one side considering the options in front of her, his words were a little insulting, she had no doubt that she would walk away the victor and this entire village laid to waste before her. She could get the information out of one of them before the last fell she was sure, however it also was a waste of time and Crakh had something that she wanted badly, he couldn't be allowed to slip away. He probably knew she was nearby and would be on the move already, if he was to get off planet then it would be an annoyance she didn't need to track him down again. So much time wasted on an animal.
"Fine, I'll go, you live, we all get our children's story ending. Tell me where Crakh is and I'll let you dispose of your friends copse as you wish."
The old creature spoke again, his teeth glinting as he did, she could feel his disdain and it made her smile to know her presence riled him so much.
"He's headed for Nystao, left a few hours before you got here. We think he knew you were coming."
Cursing inside but refusing to allow the frustration to show on her face, Taha spun on her heel and jumped back on the speeder bike. She didn't give the Noghri a backwards glance as she moved towards the Capital, she needed to catch Crakh before he got there, this planet wasn't friendly to her kind and definately not to the type of punishment that she wanted to meet out to him. She didn't have much time and she had to focus that anger into her senses, relying on the Force as much as her eyes to guide the bike through the jungle trees.
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Post by Taha on Jun 30, 2016 12:42:41 GMT -8
*In the distance the city of Nystao started to loom into view, tall buildings creeping above the trees as they thinned before her. She slowed her bike, sweeping between the trunks gracefully as she started to reach out with the Force, feeling for what she was looking for. There was life here, the planet was teeming with it, but what she was looking for called like a void in that buzz. A pocket of shadows amongst the light; it called to her. The familiarity of its presence and the revulsion of the world around it, she would feel better to have it back near to her, better still to remove its thief from his life.
He deserved it, he had taken more than the object he carried from her, he had taken her reason for being for so many days of her youth. It had been like being swallowed by the oceans on Mon Cal to feel the loneliness return, she never thought it would be so painful to lose someone, but they had been like a mother to her. A single tear ran down her face, its heat burning as it splashed onto her tunic. She didn't brush it away, there was no one here to see anyway and as she followed the dark beacon that called her closer her mind slipped back to that moment that she had stepped into that room. The swooping grief that had gripped her stomach as the door slid back to reveal the horror before her, forever imprinted on her memory. She had wanted to be sick, and the smell that had never bothered her once before had filled her senses and horrified them. On the metal floor in a pool of crimson lay her teacher. Her legs had wanted to fail as she had forced herself across the room, already feeling that there was nothing left of her there. Turning around she surveyed the rest of the carnage, the foul bodies of the Noghri assassins that had taken the life if the only person that was important to her. To see those animals was more insulting than anything else, whoever had sent them hadn't even had the courtesy to send a worthy opponent.
Only one had managed to limp away from the fight, only one had tried to escape with the token they needed to take to their buyer to claim their money and it still had it. Taha had tracked Crakh back to his own world, and now would stop him from getting the payment he obviously had yet to claim. She was getting closer, she could feel her Mistress' lightsaber calling her, he still held it and soon she would drag it from his paws and force him to tell her the name of who had placed the order with his pack.
Her eyes focused on the ground in front of her, the trees had given way to scrub now, the city limits were too close for jungle to grow here and ahead of her she saw the stumbling gait of the creature she was chasing, he hadn't escaped unharmed and he was about to enter a whole world of pain. She didn't speak, didn't call to him, she stared ahead as she accelerated the speeder bike through the long grass towards the Noghri, she needed to stop him reaching the road ahead and the safety of the City. She could see the security check point in the distance, they would protect the assassin animal over a Darksider on a world like this.
She was all alone, but at the moment so was Crakh.*
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 2:56:20 GMT -8
Steav drove The Rover out beyond the limits of Nystao, coming to a stop in a clearing some distance out in the forest as night fell. The camera flew around the area, activating night vision mode as Steav and co set up the bits of equipment they needed. They didn't set up any floodlights, instead opting for night vision gear to see better. Steav meanwhile, used the force to enhance his eyesight, as he moved to the middle of the clearing. He sat down cross-legged then, reaching out with the force to call out to Rin. He projected to her everything that he saw, so that she would be less apprehensive about coming near and know that he meant no harm. He had built a great rapport with the Rini, with them all considering him the Great One. So he was certain she would have enough trust to come to him
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 6:46:13 GMT -8
After weeks of experimentation and refinement, Shedo had finally managed to shape together a spore to combat the Trihexalophine1138 and help seed new plants, whilst strengthening the old ones. With the help of a young Dhuryam and a number of biots grown to distribute the spores, Shedo set about the work of seeding his new homeworld, and achieving what the Ossus Project had been designed to do originally. But where his people had caused the damage on Ossus, here it was the work of the Empire that had caused this world to languish as it had. But now, he would free it of its pain and suffering.
Once all the biots had been placed with the help of the group of scientists from the RDMC, Shedo turned to the Dhuryam. With a simple gesture from the Master Shaper, the young World Coordinator sent out a telepathic signal to all of the biots under its command to begin producing and releasing the spores. Shedo watched as one such biot that they were set up near to, was set into motion. It was a thing of beauty, to see his creation come to life and begin the completion of the restoration efforts. With the success of this project, he was certain that tensions toward him would ease. Not that they were not justified, considering the actions of the Yuuzhan Vong in the past. But if he wanted to live on this world and achieve his dream, he would need what these people called an olive branch.
Shedo's attention was soon drawn to a patch along a border between the green lands and the trihex affected lands. Although he had designed the spore himself, he was still as amazed as the other scientists as the green lands expanded a little further. He let out a sigh of relief, glad that the project had succeeded. Honoghr was now about to get a good, natural boost towards recovery
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 4:28:25 GMT -8
Ville Foncé D'Ange, A beach resort/hidden base/underwater city. It was the last remnants of LAN which still remained upon Honoghr. Following the orders collapse, the facility had been left in limbo for years. But that was all about to change. As archaeological teams, with the aide of the Honoghr Conclave, had managed to excavate and remove the last of the important artefacts within the sunken Temple. Meanwhile, work crews had been busy dismantling the base. Much of the equipment was being transferred into storage to be reused for a new project. Whilst materials were being recycled to begin breaking ground on it. Once the last of the crews had finished dismantling the former base, the site was flooded before the shield was deactivated. With that done, the shield system was dismantled and moved to a new site as crews finished dismantling the pressure locks. Work, meanwhile, was done to revitalise the beach front get away and expand it to include more huts and facilities for holiday goers
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 9, 2024 1:19:50 GMT -8
Boland steadily manned the vessel, as she descended down, down, down, then down some more. Slow…. Relaxed. Calm. Grace sat patiently., as Boland piloted the ship. Maureen & The hound were far too wrapped up fighting over toy stormtrooper the girl had found to be overly interested in the adult nonsense. The Raven sat quietly on the left shoulder of Grace. Unmoving. A rock of stone. For approximately 60 seconds, give or take a few on either side to be fair. Then the creature spoke -The Raven- “I’m sick of your tomfoolery! Boland!!! You insensitive clod! Land this thing!!!” And at that the Utopic Vulture set down on the ground…. And in the background one could here The Beatles - Here Comes the Sun A latch flew open on right side of the ship & out came the crew…. The hound all but dragged Maureen, who clang for dear life to a piece of mane. Mane still firmly attached The hound of course. The girl managed to get herself set on the back of the beast. Powering down Boland then quickly stood. Taking an already standing Grace under the left arm the man marched off the ship. Grace, quite set to fly at the drop of a hat, as she always was, wordlessly allowed herself to be escorted off the vessel. The Raven on the woman’s shoulder stifled the immediate reoccurring urge to fry Boland in a sea of fire and took in the extravagant scenery that was Honoghr.Taking quick note that the little girl was with The hound and knowing that Grace and Boland had each other’s backs The Raven left the woman’s shoulder taking to the air. The Raven rose higher and higher. Eyes scanned the horizon wide. And The Raven watchied those below. The bird enjoyed his vision immensely. The Raven for but a moment was captured in his own thought. Watching, seeing. Indeed he had seen a lot. And snapping from his inner thought, ironically about sight, The Raven saw the tree he was just about to sail into, thus making a bloody mess of him. The bird deftly swung to the right, turning so as that his wings too narrowly evaded collision with the tree. Tall tree….. was he on a hill? Yes! Circling back the Raven started to put each and everything that it saw into an internal picture. A warehouse
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 15, 2024 20:41:23 GMT -8
Intercepting the intended message even before it had actually relayed The Raven sat knowingly waiting. Indeed he found great enjoyment observing the reaction of those mortal beings around him to any and everything. And it was Boland found first on the receiving end of the AT transmission. Handing the device to Grace the man muttered three words -Boland- “Listen to this…..” Thoughts spun through the man’s head. He knew that her connections ran deep. He wondered. Grace, in turn, gave the newly established information deep thought. Maureen and The Hound conversely frolicked carelessly. How Grace wished the same but this was not to be. Now to decide what was in the vested interest of her family….. The woman deliberated the situation fast and moved on her decision even faster -Grace- “We’re out of here.” Boland did not talk but merely moved on her word. The ship was boarded as quickly as they had exited the vessel. All doors sealed tight, the engine fired up, the ship lifted off and was gone
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