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Post by Whill Shaman Nyx on Apr 9, 2013 2:44:19 GMT -8
*Kala'uun was a large subterranean city on Ryloth, within the Lonely Five mountain range, and one of the planet's two capitals. Like all cities on Ryloth, it was located along the twilight terminator separating day from night. It had a large spaceport that was the center of interplanetary commerce for the Twi'leks. To protect it from heat storms and the native lylek, a massive portcullis blocks the only accessible underground tunnel to the city.*
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Post by Crom'nen on Apr 22, 2013 7:17:10 GMT -8
Worm sat in the skiff, on patrol, hunting for slavers who would dare hunt his people on his homeworld.
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Post by Crom'nen on May 6, 2013 10:47:36 GMT -8
The ship Rylothian Gold settled into the private docking spot in the star port as if oblivious to the battle raging above. In reality, Crom'nen carred little for humans killing each other above his planet. If they made landfall, he would deal with them in his own way. In the mean time, he had other things on his mind, like deleting the record of his arrival and stay.
Instead of waiting for his honor guard to form up in escort, Crom'nen immediately departed as soon as the ramp opened. Due to his diplomatic status, they could forgo all inspections. The green skinned Twi'lek had eyes that burned with great intellect, which was only emphasized by the dark circles under his eyes. He had an emaciated frame, but concealed a physical strength beyond what most would imagine. It came from his ruthless, meticulous nature. He immediately walked over to his private speeder, and pulled out his scanning equipment and went to work. He went over every inch of the exterior. His fingerprints had not been wiped off nor replaced by someone else's. There was no sign of tracking device nor of any explosive or biological agent. It was exactly as he left it months prior. Once this was done, he opened the door and did the same for the interior. Once this was done, he stood away from the door, watching the unloading process for a moment, before opening the rear door for his ever present bodyguard, the one-eyed beast named Dunn, to enter before climbing in the driver's seat in order to depart.
Crom'nen drove through the underground city on his way home. In this city, the wealthy literally stood above the rest. The city was carved from the inside of a mountain to deal with the planet's harsh climate that comes from it's year long day. The city was built in levels. The wealthiest lived closest to the surface, while the poor lived down deep. Crom'nen himself lived midway, in a simple, rather generic looking home.
Once in the garage, he set Dunn up on his cot there, ensuring that the Yuzzem had all his needs met. Then, he went upstairs to his own home. This home looked simple and plain, except for one thing, wood. This was not synthetic, but his office was walled by actual wood, a rarity on this desert world. The bookshelves were made of wood, as was the desk and even the office doors. The shelves were lined with endless volumes of trivial datacards. In included books on the thousand most common species in the galaxy, and even some of the rarer ones. It included endless volumes on language, etiquette of many planets, and histories of the same. It even included works on things such as "Coruscant Fashions of the Old Republic and the Effect on the Galactic Economy." All of them had been read. Some of them memorized. Still, Crom'nen read.
Crom'nen went to the kitchen to inspect it. No fresh food. Only preserved stores remained. His usual gourmet cooking would have to be somewhat simplified tonight.
Well, F'rarl, what do you wish to eat this evening?
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Post by Ellie Ordo on May 19, 2013 18:02:40 GMT -8
*Ellie was in pain and near absolute exhaustion, the injected adrenaline had finally worn off leaving nothing more than her own will power to push forward. Her feet nearly dragged as she tried to keep pace with her twin, each step caused the tip of her boots to scrap the ground. She felt empty on the inside, her hollow eyes lifted from the ground to take in the surroundings, she had killed Gesh but it felt like she lost, a bitter-sweet victory at best in her mind. Picking up her pace slightly, she tried keeping up with her sister, but the quickened pace only made her head swim and caused her to fall back.*
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Post by Crom'nen on May 20, 2013 8:12:18 GMT -8
Alema'vrei, the white-skinned medic watched her primary patient carefully, while still trying to tie a bandage on a soldier's arm while on the move. I'm not sure you should continue, Jedi...
In the mean time, Worm sat in the skiff, unable to do much with the battle itself. He had eliminated a few threats which persisted in trying to escape via a side exit. He was, by any description, hideous. His navy blue robes with a maroon sash did little to hide his deformities. His legs did not have a full range of movement, which is why he remained in the skiff. His back was crocked from years of being stooped, causing him to have a constant hunch. His face was scarred, and his mouth crooked, due to his jaw being broken and improperly set many times. His left hand was also somewhat crooked, despite the corrective surgeries over the years. He bore a constant sneer, only added to by the fact that his eyes held a constant squint. But his most distinguished characteristic was that he was missing his tchun, or left lekku.
This is why he bore the name "Worm." The name was always in basic, never Ryl. His own people did not consider him to be fully Twi'lek, as he was missing one of the lekku that gave them their name. What his proper name was, he never knew. He was born into slavery, and purchased in his youth by an Anzat which tortured him constantly, even going as far as to insert the probosci into his nose, just barely. The Anzat never fed on him. He did this to all of his slaves, to break their spirit. But he lived more from their fear than their gray matter. That is why he tortured them. That is why Worm was so deformed.
Worm would never forget the day that a Corellian Corvette landed on whatever world the Anzat called home. There, his salvation had come. Crom'nen the Golden Tongue came and met with the Anzat slave owner. Upon learning of his cruelty, Crom'nen had coldly shot the Anzat, setting fire to his home and freeing his slaves. That day, Worm had sworn an oath to a new master, Crom'nen. He had joined Crom'nen's secret organization, Obyrru (Ryl for "Nightmare"), and quickly took it over on Crom'nen's behalf. Now he operated as a secret arm, doing that which might harm his master's reputation including torture and murder.
That is why he waited. When his driver returned, he informed Worm that the pursuit had escaped into a different tunnel. Now they raced behind, quickly overtaking those in the rear. The driver slowed only as to avoid harming their own people, but quickly overtook the leaders, which were the Jedi. The skiff stopped before them.
=Worm= Might I offer you a lift?
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Post by Ellie Ordo on May 21, 2013 18:12:17 GMT -8
*Ellie gave the medic a crooked grin.*
"It looks worse than it is."
*She knew that was a lie and her body told her so. Her attention turned to the skiff carrying Worm as it pulled up. Ellie almost declined the offer, but the physical pain and exhaustion protested harder then her pride. She gave Worm a nod and spoke quietly.*
"Yes, thank you."
*Ellie slowly sat down in the speeder and let out a sigh. She laid her lightsaber across her lap, her hand gripped the long handle as if she was afraid to lose it again.
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Post by Crom'nen on May 22, 2013 6:14:52 GMT -8
Alema'vrei shook her head and climbed into the skiff. You, sister, are either brave or really stupid. I can't decide which.
The medic exchanged a glance with Worm as she took a seat. The disfigured leader looked at the Jedi across the skiff. Why don't you man one of the guns when we find them?
The driver waited for the other Jedi to enter, then the skiff sped off, leaving the rest of the soldiers behind to await other transports.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on May 25, 2013 20:08:41 GMT -8
*Ellie gave Worm a small grin.*
"Tempting, if I can stay awake that long."
*She settled some in the seat next to her sister. Her eyelids began to grow heavy and her mind began to drift off. The world darkened and sounds became more distant as she sank into sleep. As she let exhaustion finally take her for the moment, her body slowly slid sideways against her sister, her head coming to rest on her twins shoulder.*
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Post by Casey on May 27, 2013 8:39:02 GMT -8
Casey glanced around as she moved slowly through the spaceport with the rest of the passengers. Most of those who had been on the ship with her, and virtually all of those waiting to meet with passengers, or patroling as security, were Twi'leks. It wasn't surprising, though, to see so many Twi'leks here, on their homeworld. Casey did her best to blend in with the crowd, but wearing loose white robes and silver armour plates across her arms, shoulders, and chest, combined with her 2.2 meter height, made Casey stand out somewhat. She also was wearing similar armour plating across her stomach, hips, and legs, but it was all hidden beneath the robes. Although her features were fine, and her hair hung to her waist, the clothing Casey wore and the way she carried herself led most beings to believe she was a man. To pass as a human, Casey wore numerous straps beneath her robes, which held her wings tight against her back, where some carefully shaped armour helped to hid them from sight. As an added bonus, to her mind, the straps also helped flatten Casey's chest, improving the illusion of her gender. Casey carefully patted the pouch that hung on her belt. She only had a few credits left, enough for a ticket to the next planet, and a meal. After a dozen planets with no sign that her search would be over soon, Casey was beginning to worry about her funds. She never had much to start with, and the armour she wore was finely and intricately worked, the craftsmanship of a master artisian who had lived near her home. Casey smiled sadly upon remembering him. He had been the only one who really understood or accepted her for what she was, but like all too many of the elders of her kind, alcohol had take him. The armour was the only thing she had left that reminded her of his kindness, and she didn't want to have to part with it. Sighing softly, Casey moved forward, making her way slowly through customs and deeper into the city.
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Post by Crom'nen on May 28, 2013 6:31:20 GMT -8
The grim-faced Worm glanced at the Jedi sisters. He felt compassion for them, which is something he did not expect. The torture expert had not cared about anyone in a long time. Perhaps he was getting old. Even those that he had devoted his life to rescuing he stopped seeing as people, but objectives. He motioned with his hand for the driver to slow down. With the Jedi out, they would have to rely on scanning equipment to find their targets.
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on May 29, 2013 8:55:34 GMT -8
Shihab Mahir wandered the streets of Kal'uun, waiting for his fighter to be refueled and re-armed, courtesy of the Jedi Council and Republic Tax payers, looking for somewhere to eat and pass the time. As he went through customs, a process sped up by being a Jedi Knight, though he didn't use the force to help the progress in any way, he noticed a force sensitive individual, but a closer visual inspection revealed the being to strongly resemble certain Corellian Jedi, so he turned the other direction, and dampened his force signature in hopes that he would not have to share the coming meal with another egotistical Jedi. They meant well, usually, but until a practical use could be found for those egos, Shihab tried to avoid them. Seeing a nice open air cafe, Shihab took a seat and ordered a large meal and a gallon of shig, also courtesy of republic tax payers, and quietly watched the passers by, curious about the rich culture all around him.
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Post by Casey on Jun 1, 2013 8:17:34 GMT -8
It took a while for Casey to be clear of customs, but eventually, she was making her way deeper into the city. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to centre herself. The Force flowed around her, and she was sure she could feel something out there, but she couldn't be sure if it was a Jedi, or just the mass of people, or even her own lack of training playing tricks with her senses. She began to slowly wander the streets of the city, watching the flow of people around her, not entirely sure what she was looking for.
As she was passing one of the several cafes that dotted the city, something caught her eye, and Casey did a double-take. A large being was sitting at one of the tables, and he most definitely wasn't human or Twi'lek. Despite his monstrous appearance, people didn't seem to be afraid of him, or even treating him any differently than any of the other customers.
<<<Maybe,>>> Casey thought <<<If he can sit out in the open like this, there is hope for me yet.>>>
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jun 1, 2013 10:50:12 GMT -8
*As the skiff pushed further down the tunnel, it came ever closer to danger. Ellie slept soundly, her force abilities temporally dulled by sheer exhaustion and the the events she had recently been through, was unable to sense the impending danger. Further up the tunnel a small group sat in wait for the speeder, each being armed to the teeth with what supplies they had left. They were some of the last remaining slavers who formed part of Gesh's slave operation. With Gesh dead many found themselves corned and opted for fighting rather then surrendering.*
*The cross hairs of an E-11s sniper rifle fell on the skiff as it rounded a corner into a straight stretch. Steadying himself, the sniper brought the cross hairs in line with the driver. Letting out his breath slowly, he gently pulled the trigger and let loose a bolt from the rifle straight at the driver of the skiff.*
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Post by Crom'nen on Jun 2, 2013 6:57:43 GMT -8
The driver of the skiff never even felt the shot. He was dead long before the pain was transmitted up his nervous system and into the receptors located in his "braintails." He dropped, and the skiff slowed, coasting powerlessly, before smashing into a pillar that stood in the path. The Twi'lek aboard where tossed about, including Worm, who hit his head hard enough on a crate to leave red blood trickling out over his only slightly lighter red skin. When he looked over to see a flaming hole in the soldier who had been piloting the craft, he began yelling, though still from a prone position.
We are under attack! Return fire! Suppressing fire! Radio in our position! Where are our reinforcements?
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Post by Crom'nen on Jun 3, 2013 7:07:39 GMT -8
The silence of Crom'nen's partner was not unusual. In fact, his speaking was more unusual. Crom'nen selected a few sealed ingredients and began to carefully prepare each item, until he made a grand meal of his limited supply. He ate in silence, before continuing into his study. He examined the shelves and noticed something wrong. From an instant count, he saw one shelf had one more datacard. Someone had entered his sanctuary, and elected to mess with him.
F'rarl, my friend. There is someone we must kill.
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Jun 3, 2013 11:10:56 GMT -8
Shihab noticed the jedi he'd sensed earlier, watching him, and sighed before waving the being over. At second glance, all resemblance to the previously mentioned Corellian vanished, the stance was wrong, the slight uncertainty emanating from the being through the force making it fairly obvious that whoever the jedi was, he wasn't corellian. In fact, the force aura looked too... not soft, but gentle, with an undercurrent of fear and longing that seemed to suggest a being much younger than his stature led a begin to believe, and perhaps, he was not quite all together a he. Shihab couldn't quite place it, but something was off. Something familiar and yet just out of conscious reach for the moment. The only thing Shihab could really be certain of is that there is more than meets the eye, to this young jedi, so he sipped his tea and motioned for the jedi to sit, while he signaled a waitress over to collect the jedi's order. Shihab refrained from speaking for a moment yet, mostly because his mouth was full, and partly because he wasn't really sure what to say beyond hello.
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Post by Casey on Jun 5, 2013 12:56:23 GMT -8
Casey started and walked over towards the being slowly when he beckoned. She hadn't meant to intrude, and now he seemed to want to speak to her. Casey made her way over towards him, careful not to bump into anyone along the way. He greater than normal size often made her seem slightly clumsy in normal, human-sized environs, such as was the case in this entire city. Half-expecting a sharp-tongued lashing from the man, Casey was slightly surprised when he motioned for her to sit. She glanced around cautiously first, then sat slowly. She twisted her hands together, suddenly nervous, and started when the waitress appeared to take her order. Casey hesitated a moment, then decided that a minor indulgence might do her some good.
"Something alcoholic. Strong, and cheep."
The waitress nodded, then half turned to the other being seated at the table, in case he had something to add.
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Jun 6, 2013 11:14:00 GMT -8
I wave my hand, indicating that I don't need anything else for now, and the waitress leaves to place the order. I swallow the rest of my drink as I turn to face the stranger I'd waved over. I consider for half a second how I should begin, before shrugging my shoulders and simply diving into a conversation.
Jedi Knight Mahir, at your service, what brings you to Ryloth?
I take another sip from my glass of shig, watching the being across from me. It looks like a he, yet it... feels like a she, at least so far as I can see in the force. Is it a she in disguise for whatever reason, or is it a he and I'm just reading him wrong... time will tell, as they say, I need only be patient enough to listen.
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Post by Casey on Jun 7, 2013 5:24:41 GMT -8
Casey watched the waitress leave, then started at the words that came from the being seated across from her. After searching for so long, here was a Jedi here, just sitting at a cafe. How many other Jedi had she passed in her search, never knowing what they were? Casey found that here, now that she had found a Jedi, she had no idea what to say. She scolded herself mentally. Start with your name.
"I'm called Casey. I...uh, well, I actually came here...looking for you. Well, not you, specifically. Any Jedi, really."
Casey stared down at the table, face flushing fro embarrasment. That could have come out a lot better.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jun 8, 2013 14:08:31 GMT -8
The driver of the skiff never even felt the shot. He was dead long before the pain was transmitted up his nervous system and into the receptors located in his "braintails." He dropped, and the skiff slowed, coasting powerlessly, before smashing into a pillar that stood in the path. The Twi'lek aboard where tossed about, including Worm, who hit his head hard enough on a crate to leave red blood trickling out over his only slightly lighter red skin. When he looked over to see a flaming hole in the soldier who had been piloting the craft, he began yelling, though still from a prone position.We are under attack! Return fire! Suppressing fire! Radio in our position! Where are our reinforcements? *Ellie was unaware of the danger until it hit them. The abrupt stop from the skiff hitting the pillar tossed her off her seat and onto the floor, abruptly waking her. The world swam around her as she tried to clear her head, the sound of blaster fire raining down on them didn't her clear her thoughts any either. Rolling over onto her back, she glanced over at Worm, her voice slightly groggy, she yelled over to him.*
"Wh..what's happening? I though we cleared most of these people out?"
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