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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Jul 26, 2015 4:18:14 GMT -8
Which of the three planets Xeonon called home he did not know. Humans and humanoids had colonized many planets across the galaxy, as they were some of the most adaptable and resourceful species in the universe. What drew Hevn's attention was his mention of the Empire.
Bedrovelse's stiff steely eyebrows rise, before tightening into a thoughtful look.
"Patience is a wise man's trait. It is key to survival. I have found Jedi are patient often to stagnation. They have no passion for the universe, or finding all its wonders. There is much knowledge to obtain, pleasures to savor, obstacles to conquer. Sith I have found both varieties of. Some are fueled by emotion alone, and rush reckless and hopelessly down the path to their doom. Some, like Lord Sinistra, were very cunning and calculating. She gave birth to the Empire you speak of, and without her it dwindles into obscurity more rapidly with every hour that passes. Its backbone is breaking as the muscles deteriorate, and the weight piles on. I was very fond of her leadership, without her the Empire holds no interest of mine. Lord of Despair...."
He spoke the words fondly, and took a moment to cherish the memory. His face settles to mirror Xeonon's.
"Perhaps a droid could. I'm not sure what model would be most suitable. I've seen them infiltrate and manipulate all manner of systems, usually on star ships. If they can sabotage shields and doors, some manner of droid should be able to attack a server. I could send an inquiry to Geonosis. I made more friends than enemies taking that planet."
Hevn folds his hands together, continuing to study Solomon. He was very well mannered. Bedrovelse could sense no intensity rise from a man who may have interpreted his plans as a personal threat.
"From which planet do you hail, Mr. Thursby? Home is such a fickle word. I intend no offense, but offer conjecture. If such a place was home, wouldn't you be there instead of floating in the shadow of a snowball? I am of Ensolica, but do not call it home. I have far outlived my family, and it offers me no sanctuary despite my race. It is simply, on a path so long and arduous, where I was fated to begin."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 26, 2015 11:27:22 GMT -8
Although deep down he knew Hevns words were right he refused to accept that. His whole life had been a succession of flagging Empires. Someone always stepping in when leadership was needed, someone always ensuring that it would survive. He had hoped that Delvaradus was up to the job of keeping this Empire going. Hell he had installed the man into power TWICE now. The first time he had led the Imperial Remnant to destroy and dismantle the NOE, the second time after Sinistras disappearance.
If I was home right now I would be a hunted man, thats why I moved the nerve center of Solomon Mines here. I was born on some starship, I didn't find home until I was in my teens when Gabriel Solomon brought me to Aaragu. Some of us are not as old you are, and the place that gave me a purpose and where I experienced much of my life is still important to me. Perhaps some day that may change but right now Im still very fond of "The Jewel of the Deep Core".
Pouring himself another glass of the whiskey he motioned towards his guest to see if he wanted more before getting back on topic.
I have an idea, it would not be crazy for me to go to Muunulisnt and talk to the banking clans. Solomon Mines is always looking for backers and loans, they are right now still the backbone of the galactic economy. I can get in there a few minutes before everyone, with our spilcer and make it so that he has some access to the system. They will need my information and all that stuff. With what little access they give him he forces his way into the rest of the system and wreak havoc on them before they know what is happening. After all guns blazing isnt always the best way. Then once we are in the system we proceed with the plan.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Jul 28, 2015 11:09:35 GMT -8
Now isn't that the truth. Home is where you're haunted, or in Solomon's case, hunted.
Hevn smiles accepting the drink and swigging his down for the refill.
"Aargau! I should have guessed."
He raises his now full glass in a small and quick toast.
"A man of the jewel understands that politics and wealth dictate the tides of the galaxy. Perhaps we can shape a future in which home welcomes you with a governors ovation, instead of a hunting party. As allies I sense we can accomplish much, Mr. Thursby."
Bedrovelse leans in a little, lowering his voice, and gesturing with a circular hand motion around his face.
"Do your enemies know your new face? If you would be killed on Aargau, Muunilinst could have your face in their system. Your proposition could work if alarm is not raised as soon as they scan you. You would however be in the danger of the proton torpedos punching the door in. I assumed I would require a guns blazing method if everyone in my corner was at the top of the galaxies most wanted."
Hevn leans back with an ironic smile. He grabs his datapad, and tapping away sends a message to Geonosis.
"I have been away for a time, collecting my power. What is the state of your old ties? How strong are the Knights?"
The specs on his contact's slicer droid pop up on the screen. He places it back onto the table for Xeonon to look over.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 29, 2015 11:49:19 GMT -8
He had to give it to the Dark Jedi, he did have high aspirations and how to push peoples buttons. He did miss the world, more than just the gravity and the lack of true light. He missed the hustle and bustle of the city, much like Coruscant it was a city that never slept. Indeed the planet never slept. However unlike that world Aaragu still had some semblance of pristine world left. It was not an Ecumenopolis and the area surrounding the mine there was truly the most beautiful place he had ever seen. He would never admit it but he did miss it.
My enemies don't know my face, only the doctors who changed it and the Emperor himself. It pays to have a face as recognizable as yours is because when it changes no one will think its you. Most sentiments focus on big things. Eye colour, scars, hair and so on. Everything has changed. So in theory I could walk on Aaragu now, just as I can on Muunulist but either way I am looking over my shoulder because if you found me others can as well. Dont get me wrong I can do quiet or loud but in something like this seconds matter. Those spare seconds in the system can mean the difference between... between millions of credits and trillions.
Looking over the specs he raised an eyebrow and nodded.
Looks a lot like a protocol droid. I guess its for the best if it looked like a slicer then they would get suspicious.
He contemplated not answering the question. Not because he did not know but because it was obviously an information grab. The man confessed to trade in secrets and knowledge and it was not his place to speak. Still what harm is there in embellishing the facts that where already available.
They are supporting the Empire once more now that Sinistra is out of the picture, ideologies would have caused many if not all to turn against her and try to turn her to the lightside. With her out of the picture though Antares Krieg stepped in and pledged support to Nicamadeus. Before you ask yes he is the one they call the pretty boy. While I was the sword and shield of the Knights he is the face, using his good looks and the media to present the Imperial Knights as the greatest thing since swiss cheese. Word on the street is that recruitment is up 39% which can only mean there are thousands of them now. Ive thought about approaching my last apprentice but have thus far not, and no he is not tech savy. More of a metal man.
He wondered what Panno would do if he knew that Xeonon was alive. That he was the reason that millions had died on Prakith and around the galaxy. Perhaps he would not care, or maybe the Dressilian would do his duty and end Xeonon. That would be a good fight.
Your worried about my face but you said you worked there dont you worry about retaliation? I know it means little but even a mouse can kill an Ackley if they tried again. Ive got the story of being caught in the middle of a transaction when this happens but your face will be plastered all over the Holonet and even having the Reavers in your pocket wont stop every Bounty Hunter out there from trying to get you. I imagine the price on your head will be the largest in galactic history.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Jul 30, 2015 4:35:41 GMT -8
Bedrovelse nods to show his understanding as Solomon speaks. He listens intently, and without movement. Hevn takes a sip of his whiskey, rising from it with a grim look.
"Then the Empire is worse off than I thought."
He gulps the remainder of his glass, and fills it again. It was clear that news took a little washing down.
"Death has given us both opportunities to change. You have a new face, of which gives great merit to your suggestion. I believe a droid so similar to a protocol model would go equally unnoticed. There is a chance you can get a leg up on their response team once we kick the door in. Is it a task you desire, Mr. Thursby?"
He thought over the plan for a moment. Picking up his datapad, Hevn begins to draw shadowed lines of their additional details. The spots Xeonon could position appeared as bright red circles on the bank floor plan. Internal doors were highlighted in blue. Guard patterns were yellow snaking lines that chased their tails across the floor.
Bedrovelse sets the datapad down on the table for Xeonon to observe.
"I have grown quite accustomed to wearing a mask except in circumstances I deem it unnecessary. I wagered that my face, name, and history might have an impact on a man like you. I have left very few enemies alive to rue the day they ever saw what is left of my beautiful face again. The IBC doesn't know I survived Mariunhus, but that is because I made sure no one else did. My evolution was a consequence of that fight. Other than the Reavers, and Sinistra, this is the third time I have shown my face in quite some time. I do not fear retaliation. I am retaliation."
Hevn laughs deep before taking another sip to wet his throat.
"Every bounty hunter is already after every force user. The Mandalorians war will never end. This time they drew enough attention to the cause that every blaster packing idiot takes a crack. It's going to take more than top dollar to take my head."
Hevn gestures around at the office.
"I came looking for you on reputation alone. When I found you were dead, I scraped the afterlife in vision after vision, and you were not there. I mean no offense, but I believe it most unlikely you would become one with the force with such destruction in your wake. My pain is deep, and so my power is greater for it. I found Hoth, pushing my will against the stars until it tore my head apart. If you had not answered, you would not have been found."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 1, 2015 2:36:34 GMT -8
Desire? Heck I only just met you and I am agreeing to take on the single largest banking conglomerate in the galaxy. I think its more about what you want. Yeah I do enjoy being the door kicker, nothing as exhilarating as being the one to possibly take the first shot.
Watching the datapad trying to remember the patterns he yearned for the cybernetic eyes he once had. They would have only needed to watch it once and it would have been stored in the memory. Curse him being sentimental and wanting to get organic eyes when he changed his face. Taking out his own datapad he looked up to Hevn for a second before sending the data to his own datapad. This wasnt something you could look at once and remember. He would look at it in more depth before the mission and hopefully find a way to take out the most guards in one swoop.
Its true, I have been the source of millions, maybe even billions of peoples suffering. I wont be remembered as a saint if I am remembered at all. No what I have done was for the betterment of the galaxy, its hard to justify to the hordes that the needs of them as a whole outweigh them on an individual level. Even if you manage to save all of them they will never be happy. How would they accept that because what I did was the focal point in the destruction of the NOE.
Swirling the pinkey on his nero-shock arm in the liquid left in his cup he looked at Hevn in a very serious face.
This is going to have very wide reaching effects beyond your vendetta. We could literally break the backbone of the economy here if enough people lose faith in them. At the least we will put the galaxy into a recession worse than when the GRPEC collapsed, whatever you plan for the other worlds this may shatter them without trying to. It is possible it will not recover ever.
Upon saying it he already saw an opportunity for the future. In a whispered tone he said something someone had once told him
When Empires collapse there is always a fire sale. I may have something to add this to add total destruction. A stupid miner of mine brought back three capitol ship grade barridium missiles. One would sure make a very nice firework as we leave.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 1, 2015 4:14:53 GMT -8
"Finally, you show a glimpse of what you are Xeonon Solomon..."
Though Bedrovelse wondered...."do you know wht you could be?"
Every sense was enhanced when the tides started to throw you a wave. Hevn could see a passion for the lives taken in Solomon's vision. If the man could channel whatever wrath took him in that quest, he could have the power to become a Dark Jedi.
Hevn could not help but erupt into a wide gaze, smiling against his will as if someone were tickling him.
"Dragus!? Dearg!? You defeated them truly! Cheers to you Floyd Thursby, may your victory ring for eternity in the star beyond. I raise my glass to my brothers in Asgard, and to you who may some day join them. Valhalla."
It was a ritual practiced by the Xendorian Guard. Xeroc Pyros, C'thulu, Iniquitous, and Reign had all believed in a warriors death, and a warriors afterlife. To duel for eternity, rest, drink, have a woman or five and slash, blast, beat, and bloody the greatest warriors for all time.
Hevn raises his glass, and downs it. His smile fades into a relaxed grin and thinking brow.
"Doesn't it just taste so good to say it out loud? I have to agree with you though. Playing savior is too much work. People can't see out of their little personal sphere because they only get one life to grind away at until the clock runs out and finds a way to take it from them. Fear rules the galaxy. If you are without fear it can be wielded against others quite effectively."
Hevn glances down, watching Xeonon copy the blueprints.
"Barradium missles! A lovely parting gift for my dearest enemies. When the economy eats it, all the better for us when we have all the bloody credits. Let all of them fall to ashes so I may build anew."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 2, 2015 2:32:13 GMT -8
Valhalla Although he did not share in that particular belief it was often said to be bad luck to not follow suit in a toast. The Xendorian gaurd predated him by some time in the galaxy. By the time he had started his rise to power in the Empire it was already destroyed. So he drained the contents of his glass of rum and poured himself another finger. What he left out was that at the very least the Lord of Famine was still alive. It was a deal made between Dragus and Xeonon to destroy the NOE. He felt that they had become to bloated and wanted to start again, and by destroying them it would propel the Imperial Remnant from a struggling power in the Deep Core, to a force to be reckoned with. The other Lords though were presumed dead, hell most hadnt been seen since their disastrous assault on the Tomb World. I guess its a good thing this is my second go at life eh? I have nothing to fear, I have seen the other side and came back no worse for wear. I even came out prettier. Whats the time frame for this by the way? I guess I should have opened with something more along those lines. |
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 2, 2015 3:57:14 GMT -8
Bedrovelse chuckles.
"Of your face I am envious! Mine is worse for the wear as ever. I mentioned earlier this could be done within the next nine months, but I plan to do it as soon as I can maneuver all the pieces into position. Striking an accord with you has added a wild card to the game. I need the main fighting force ready to go before the operation begins. The Reavers are tending to what business it is they do. I have another appointment which may add guns to our side. A roll of the dice. Have you considered what kind of compensation you will desire in exchange for your efforts?"
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 3, 2015 2:35:23 GMT -8
Oddly enough Xeonon had looked over that piece of information. It was an overload and he would have to take time to digest it all. It wasnt at all at the fault of the omnipotent god that looks over him, he didnt miss it at all.
What did he want for this really? He could get money for it sure, but he already had an infinite amount at his disposal. Hell the asteroid field would generate credits until the end of time. No he wanted something else.
Much like you I have operated in knowledge and information, you would be amazed what people leave behind in strong boxes. They think they are safe behind the durasteel vault doors. When we gain access to the mainframe I would like into the strong boxes, after the collapse of the credit secrets and hard solid goods are what will be of use. After all this place has been the central banking system of every major government for thousands of years, someone will have left something of use behind.
He could tell the discussion was at an end so he stood up the legs of his chair scraping against the floor.
Im going to keep looking for a human splicer, droids are nice but combined with the personal touch of a person...
He let the thought drop off there, in addition to the guard patrol routes he had copied the schematics and everything else pertinent to the job.
Do you need an escort out or do you remember the way?
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 7, 2015 3:47:56 GMT -8
Hevn taps his fingers together, and nods in agreement.
"A good idea. Yes. I believe we have reached an accord."
Hevn watches as Xeonon links the datapads, and tucks his away after the procedure concluded.
"Comm me if you find one worth their weight. "
Bedrovelse rises from his seat. Rather than extend his hand, he bows much like he did in the hangar. Eyes locked tight on Solomon, though his back bent stiffly.
" The next time we speak could very well be show time, so prepare well. I bid you adieu. I will see myself out."
Hevn walks from the room and traces the hallways by memory. He exchanges a look with the guard at the hangar door, whom let him through without a word otherwise. Walking the empty hangar he felt a sense of completion, like wind in his cape. He takes a deep breath before ascending the ramp to his ship, and taking off from the mining base and navigating the asteroids to the sweet black emptiness dotted by stars he would never see for himself. It was the last look he took before jumping his sith infiltrator into hyperspace.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 10, 2015 17:15:37 GMT -8
As Bredrloves left, Xeonon strained himself in the force to feel his presence. In the vastness of space it was not as hard as one may think, yet it was still hard. As he left the astroid system he was less than a whisper, more like a ripple in a pond until finally there were no more ripples. He sighed, relieved. Being in the presence of this husk of a man had left Xeonon jittery, he had not felt this way in some time. The urge to go out and destroy something beautiful. The last time he felt like this; the last time he was truly alive was on Prakith moments before he died, all because of Draguses ring. He swore never to go back to that lest it destroy him.
Putting the whiskey and glasses back he left to the showers to wash off, despite having done nothing but paperwork and talk all day he was tired. Hell he was exhausted. As the water trickled off his form he thought about the future, he thought he was content to sit by as the galaxy went on. It had gone on fine without him for almost a year and even after he came back as a wraith it did not change. Sure here and there he guided events; a few political killings some mass bombings even giving someone a cool gun to kill people. But he had not altered the flow. Although he was there for the deal with the Famine Lord it was not his call, he just allowed it to happen. This was his real chance to change to galaxy. To make a lasting impression.
Walking out of the showers he wiped the steam off the mirror and looked at himself. His skin was sallow and shrunken, his beard and hair unkempt. If someone saw him right now they might mistake him for a beggar or a hermit who hides in his hole all day. Running his hands through his hair they actually looked like cockroaches making babies.This wont do at allBecause I like to be an asshole, reaching over Xeonon grabbed a pair of scissors and began trimming his beard. Hair up to 8 inches in some places started to fall, the white and black follicles landing in the sink. After nearly 20 minutes of cutting it Xeonon put the scissors down and whetted his beard getting rid of any hairs still clinging. Satisfied he picked up the collasal amount of hair and threw it out before going to the hair on his head. After a time though he finally was happy with his work. Raising his eyebrow he he nodded, when did he get this widows peak? It had been a long time since his hair had been cut short and he felt it with dirty hands.
Done he left the washroom and entered his room, pulling up the shcematics on his datapad he reviewed them noting any weakpoints between gaurd patrols and congregation areas. This was something he was good at. Sure running a company was like running a military outfit. Except it wasnt. Not really. This though he recognized the patrol routes as that of an overconfident leader, noticing a lot of blind spots. Hell there was even an hour a day when every gaurd was on the same floor doing there rounds. What a fool. After a few hours of this he put the datapad down and drifted to sleep.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 16, 2015 16:15:31 GMT -8
Hevn activates his comm link to Floyd Thursby.
Mission is a green light. Assemble at earliest convenience.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 27, 2015 10:58:52 GMT -8
The space around Hoth was every bit as inhospitable as the planet below. Between the vacuum of space and the cold air only the hardiest and most stubborn of creatures could survive. One of the creatures, a space slug was abundant in the Anoat asteroid field. During their life they could easily burrow through the asteroids and eat out all the good stuff inside. When Solomon Mines had come across one such rock roughly half a kilometer in length Xeonon had jumped on it. Now it was a bolt hole. It had oxygen you could breathe. It had anonymity. It even had gravity.
That was were he was now. According to the plan today was the day that the rendezvous would happen. Making sure the hidden code with his coordinates was sending he sat back and waited. Hopefully whoever was piloting the ship was a good pilot because flying through the belt was hazardous on a good day.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Oct 27, 2015 16:17:54 GMT -8
(Xeo's entrance for Bespin arc.) Hevn could not help but grin at Alkor's mention of corruption. The galaxy was such a seedy place. Was there any institutions left after the crusades which were incorruptible? Surely Bespin was not one of them, they were counting on it."Copy that. I think we will find the shadows of Bespin deeper than those of the vault spires. I will send the message now." Hevn activates the holo recorder and speaks toward it."Floyd Thursby this is Bedrovelse Hevn. Your assistance on Bespin is requested. I hope I will be seeing you shortly. Tibannopolois, tomorrow evening. Local time." That should be enough to spark his interest without revealing their intent, were someone watching the channels carefully.Bedrovelse pulls his Infiltrator into a bank mirroring Alkor's. Following him toward the planet's floating cities. Once piercing the atmosphere he activates his cloaking device. The appearance of his ship shimmering before vanishing from the sight of the naked eye. Thick clouds of yellow oranges swirl below, the gaseous planet ever churning in turmoil. (Xeo's entrance for Bespin arc.) ---- (Pre-Bespin arc.) Bedrovelse had been growing more accustomed to finding allies in strange places. Of all the remote locations Hoth had to offer, Solomon had probably picked the one most abrasive to his skill set. Flying was not a strength and beads of sweat crawled down Hevn's face as he saw the asteroid belt approaching. Hevn is jarred sharply by the slam of two asteroids colliding above his ship and bouncing apart. A shower of tiny rocks pepper the ship after the thunderous sound."Kriff it all." Hevn curses at the viewport.The coordinates grew closer with rapid relief sweeping his stressing mind. Entering the landing coordinates he swore again as the asteroid shifted, causing the ass end of his ship to crash hard, and rock him forward. From within a hard spike of dark side energy would accompany Hevn's infinite fury toward piloting. Burning out as quickly as it came.Hevn had to give Solomon credit for his cleverness. Bedrovelse was the type to hide on, or under planets. Never around them. It was treacherous terrain, but certainly one that deterred the wandering eye or desire to follow. This whole belt was a suicide run.Bedrovelse thumbs his comm, aiming his transmitter at Xeo's ship.Greetings. This is Hevn. I have arrived to oversee the drop off. I trust things have been smooth following the operation?Unsure of whether Floyd's staff was trustworthy or not, he keeps his question vague of specifics. The HNN had done as expected. Reporting a massive Mandalorian attack on Muunilinst and only the most savvy of investigators beginning any look at what actually transpired as security was cut. It would take them great time and resources to discover the true source of the attack, and it would be far too late to reprimand the assailant if they ever figured it out. There was little reason for anyone save the Reavers to have drawn the ire of the galaxy at large. |
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 29, 2015 14:33:48 GMT -8
Xeonon had sensed the man in the asteroid field long before the people in the communication rooms paged for him. Hevn stuck out like a sore thumb in the force. When his annoyance flared up he had to smile. It was nice to see the man with seemingly unlimited power had some limitations. All it took was the power of an ancient destroyed planet to make the man worry.
Walking into the hanger at the same time Hevn land in the hanger he strode toward the ship placing his thumb to his ear.
Lets say things could have gone better.
Having just arrived back from the Munn homeworld for the second time he had misjudged who he could trust. His body was stiff, there were a few cuts on his face. his right eye was bruised, and he had a limp which he helped ease with a sliver Kath Hound head. Now the asteroid field was even more important as the Imperial Knights knew he was alive and there had been a foiled coup on the Emperor.
Around the hanger a few droids started to make their way towards the ship. He couldnt trust people not to ask questions, although he had a few himself. He was a little surprised to see the Dark Jedi here, he had been expecting the Mandalorians to drop off the strong boxes. Hopefully more than one would hold more than the usual trinkets people have. Now that the economy was in shambles everything he had worked on was at risk. It would take some careful maneuvering to make sure the Mines dont go under, he would have to branch out.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Oct 30, 2015 5:01:35 GMT -8
Hevn drops the cargo bay ramp open. As Solomon's droids approach Bedrovelse's begin to assist. Following their lead in storage and exchange of boxes.
Hevn considered walking to the back and using the force to lift them all out. Quite similarly to how they had stolen them in the first place after all. It was not a reach to assume that if Solomon hid his true name, he hid those abilities as well to all here. His identity buried beneath a mask of his own make and desire.
The drop off will take another hour or so. Perhaps we should discuss this better you wished for?
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Nov 2, 2015 6:55:15 GMT -8
Watching as the droids removed the strongboxes he had to marvel at just how many there were. In the heat of battle he had not had the opportunity to realize how much they had stolen. It would take a lot of time to go through them, long enough for his trail to go cold.
I guess so. My place or yours.
Sending the image of a nice room, tasty alcohol and lots of toys out through the force hoping that Hevn would take him up and leave the ship. Hopefully he wouldnt need to much prodding seeing as he had just flown through an asteroid field.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Nov 5, 2015 5:35:18 GMT -8
Your hospitality is most welcome.
The excitement of goodies sent Hevn into such a frenzy he nearly forgot the force in his haste as he skidded to a halt at the final door. With a deep breath he walks out into the rush of droids. The slam of his heart drummed along with the march of their feet and tick tock of their work. A drink was in damn good order after this bantha pudoo flight through a bloody belt tight enough to make your butt flex the whole ride.
Hevn was slowed by the droids and met Solomon at the door. He follows Solomon inside to the man's office. Once again he found himself seated across from Floyd Thursby. Mining tycoon.
"Tell me of your troubles Mr. Thursby."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Nov 5, 2015 10:47:53 GMT -8
Taking a seat Xeonon reached down and pulled out some rum and poured out two glasses one for each of them. Trust me when I say the topic needs the rum and I think Xeonon will suffice from now on. Passing the glass over he winced. Despite always having different facades this one was not one of them. Sitting back in his chair Xeonon downed the whole glass feeling the spiced liqueur slide down his throat and rest in his gullet. I just got back from Munnilisnt. His voice was obviously distraught. Not from their actions on the planet, over the years he had committed many of the same atrocities over the years. Maybe with less civilian casualties but they were always in the cross fire. He had been hardened by them over the years. Indeed over the years he had even gotten used to external pain, and the ugliness within the force. What really hurt was that he had fucked up and made a mistake.
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