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Post by Loki on Oct 15, 2016 22:00:24 GMT -8
Loki looked back at Anna, nodded at her, and followed Kaja the few steps away, his words where chiding and arrogant, but Loki could sense they half how he felt and half bravado. Kaja, the hardest man in the galaxy to read. A man of darkness, and light, of what is right and wrong, he could find true balance if he truly set out to do it. But he couldn't and clearly some shard of the leech Kanadeus had attached its self to Kaja, Loki knew that despite being a darksider, Kaja as was Loki that they understood best what Kana was. Both also felt the same about him being alive, or allowed to be for that matter. At least if he must exist it must be in a controlled manner, a manner that protected not only Kana, and his daughter, but the entire galaxy. As Loki approached him he felt the darkness emanating from the armor at last. Kaja was getting showy? Loki sighed and looked into the bemasked face of Kaja before speaking. "Your father took control of your body Kaja." Loki said simply. "You as well as I know what that could spell for the galaxy, yourself, and your daughter." Loki said simply, he hoped that did not offend Kaja, as he was just being honest, The old Loki would have meant offense, but now? Now it was true worry. "Did you know he was in there..Do you have an explanation.. Anything to offer? Or Ideas on how to stop him from doing it again." Loki said glancing back at Anna before looking at Kaja again waiting for a response.
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Oct 16, 2016 20:00:52 GMT -8
MICRO had been in the Villa since Adi departed for the island. He had been wandering the halls for nearly twenty minutes when he heard someone calling him. It was Master Alora, and she was inquiring upon Adieumus' whereabouts. He -almost- gave a meow for an answer, but decided against it at the last moment.
She did, after all, know that he could talk already.
"Good day, Master Jedi. I'm not quite sure if you know, but I -am- Gregory, and I am quite well, thank you for asking. I managed to upload myself into the Son's datalink through Master Kaelin's comlink, and found my way back to the MICRO unit. Adieumus is currently about half a kilometer away from the Villa, on a small island. I do not actually know why he is there, but he told me to stay here. I believe his exact phrasing was 'Go lick your butt and chase a laser pointer, I need some alone time.' However, if I were to accompany YOU....well, I feel he would be less apt to be upset at my presence." It was as good an excuse as any....Gregory really wanted to explore this location anyway....his readouts didn't include ground level topographical and tactical data for this location, and he wanted to get the layout as much as he could....just in case.
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Post by Raven Alora on Oct 16, 2016 21:05:20 GMT -8
Anna listened to Kaja's feet draw closer to her- but she still did not move. She wanted to say so many things to him, but she dare not speak. Briefly, she wondered what he thought of her- and how he considered Loki's connection with her. Everything about him screamed condescension, and her greater mind wanted so badly to tell him She already knew what the conversation would be about- that he didn't have to say anything around her.
But did she really know?
The girl tightened slightly as her mental inquiry suddenly was answered by a flood of information. Well if she didn't know before
she did now.
Biting her lip and clinching her eyes shut, she took in a breath, letting it out slowly to clear her head. She really didn't care. She really couldn't say she wanted anything more than what she had right now- except, perhaps, the ability to walk. So, as Loki left- she adopted a content smile on her face, just so he knew it would be alright to leave her- without speaking.
Raven laughed slightly and offered to pick the cat droid up. That's interesting. I would have never known you two were the same Ai. Though- I think it would be great if you stuck with MICRO when you were in a big suit of armor....it's just oddly amusing. Anyway- outside! Raven turned, figuring there was a back door- as the cat droid perched upon her shoulder. She did find the back door rather quickly and walked down the steps to the dock over the lake. The planet reminded her so much of Felucia. It had lakes too- but most were covered in floating fungi, and some were infested with flying rippers- so- not as ideal a vacation spot like this place. Do you have that cat instinct to be afraid of water? Alora asked as she gently climbed into the nearest boat and startted the motor.
I'll try my best not to let you get wet- Point the way, and we'll get going. She looked out- and saw the several islands off in the distance. Once she had a heading, she took the boat off into the lake. Soon Adieumus might hear the sound of another vessel getting closer to his secluded island.
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Post by Agent Dominion on Oct 16, 2016 21:49:24 GMT -8
As Farris left the villa, stepping outside- the sun struck his metallic skin and he squinted his eyes, the opened ramp of the Wayward Son opening like a big mouth. Within that expanse stood Dominic- the agent, who had blown up the lab, but also managed to save Thea's life as well- and then Thea herself. Lowering his head slightly, the Polydroxol made his way up the cargo bay ramp, approaching the two slowly. He lifted his head, and held up his hands- palms opened as he spoke calmly. Before anyone asks- or shoots me- I may not look it- but you both know me as Doctor Noble. He looked at Dominic first- a meaningful glint in his now striking steely blue eyes. I'm a Polydroxol- a shape shifter, and I was undercover at the lab- I was never on their side. He sighed slightly, his voice growing slightly softer. I want to thank you for keeping Thea safe. You did not have to do that. From what you knew- I was going to die with your explosives- but you fulfilled my request anyway, and for that, I am deeply grateful. Hesitating- he then turned to Thea, blinking a few times and realizing his words had once again fled from him. Thea I--- He glanced downward at the floor. I'm sorry..... "Well, we need to talk abou-" Dominic cut himself short as another man entered the cargo bay. As Dominic turned his head, he realized it wasn't a man. He looked as if he was covered in molten silver, but wearing a lab coat over his shoulders. His instincts kicked in to grab his weapon, but he resisted. He spoke, and identified himself as Noble. The Noble Silver Man looked at Dominic, then revealed what he truly was. So this is what Thea meant. He was a shape shifter. Of course he was. That explained the hanger, how he didn't recognize him at first and now. He then went on to reveal that he was undercover, and thanked the Agent for keeping Thea safe. "You.. are welcome." Dominic hesitated a little. He didn't keep Thea safe because of Noble, or whatever his real name was. He kept her safe for other reasons. Information. He could just about see what had happened here. Thea obviously felt betrayed by Noble in some regard. And Noble felt sorry. As much a shape sifter could show regret, at the least. He looked between the two, and felt that he should probably get going anyway. "Well, I'm going to leave you two to figure things out. I just wanted to tell you both, to call me by my full name. Doctor Dominic Mitchell." And at that, he would turn and walk down the ramp.
He wasn't stupid. He knew that they wouldn't believe him in the least. But it was the cover he had to keep right now. And to keep a cover, as paper thin as it may be, you can never break it yourself.
As he exited, he half expected a port in a city, or maybe some backwater place. Nope. It was a homestead of some sort. A villa. He turned around in a slow 360. Nothing as far as the eye could see. He cursed to himself. How was he supposed to make contact all the way out here?! |
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Abraxas Korax
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Oct 17, 2016 16:24:30 GMT -8
It took mere moments for the Zabrak to follow him, those moments spent positioning himself so he was facing at an angle that would appear as if he were looking at Loki but still intentionally denying him of his full attention. While he understood the power of the Zabrak, understood the threat that the giant being presented, he knew that in the presence of the small seer and the rest of the crew there was a chance that he would restrain himself for the sake of maintaining his stance. A notion that he himself did not carry in regards to anyone but his daughter who he could feel was still aboard the Son. With an inclination of his head, and a slight flex of his palms he absorbed the information he was already fully aware of and then the statement that he expected to follow from the Zabrak's mouth. A being with a fathomable equivalent to the hatred he felt towards the man that was Kanadeus. The man that was nothing more than a sliver of his former self. All at once the inflection that was conveyed by Loki's voice elicited a scoff from the armored dark sider. ”Do not speak as if you understand beyond your own personal interest, Zabrak.” He uttered, agitated into a bellow by the helmet's internal auditory technology. An expression of disgust and contempt contorted his face, his head lifting so he could eye the Zabrak more clearly, wanting to see the expressions on his face.
”You would see him destroyed, I would see him subjugated.” He breathed, clenching his fists as an almost unreasonable pulse of dark side energy cascaded from his form. To the untrained Force sensitive it would have felt as it he was merely boasting his power, parading his strength, but what Loki could sense if he honed himself was that in his own darkness Kaja's energy held traces of the unending beings power. ”It was a mistake, I was weak.” He mused as he held up his hand and watched as lightning began to crackle over it, arcing down his forearm and back around to his palm. So this was the power his father so desperately clung to? Immeasurable but pathetically untapped. Clenching his fist the lightning snapped into a burst of kinetic energy and then from existence and Kaja turned to look at the Zabrak more carefully. ”My daughter does not require my protection, that is a courtesy,” he again echoed almost in a threatening tone. "Careful you do not imply otherwise. It does not pay to be presumptive.” With that he turned and began to walk away from the Zabrak, his arms falling to his side but his left arm poised to take up his saber if it proved necessary. He dared Loki to attack, dared him to misjudge him, but even still he held to the darkness that poured from him over the grass and dirt at his feet watching through the Force as it corrupted and withered into lifelessness.
He knew why the monster cared so vehemently about the eradication of the Wraith. Of Kanadeus. What it was that continued to confuse him was why a being like Loki, the Lord Militant, would forge a bond with something as pathetic as a child seer who could not even survive in immediate whole the encounter with such a crudely designed machine. It brought a small smirk to his face, and for the first time since he had joined up with the crew and their supposed hopefuls, he allowed his emotions to slip through his Force wall. The hateful, yet sadistic content he found in the displacement of others. Pausing for but a moment to recollect on the events that had been put under way in the complex on Etti IV, he stopped in place and tilted his head in a way that would indicate to the Zabrak that he had something more to say. "It's a pity the machine was so intent on defending itself. It's almost as if something agitated it.” He echoed almost snidely before continuing his walk towards the open area that would lead him back towards the ship he had left to find the Zabrak to begin with. Checkmate.
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Loki
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Post by Loki on Oct 17, 2016 16:49:38 GMT -8
Loki shook his head softly at Kaja, the man he had chided for never being near enough to his father, now couldn't be less like him if he wanted to be, it both saddened Loki, who had so recently found a true path and angered him. Kaja's demeanor almost set off Loki, but a fight here, on Naboo, could not do anyone any good, Loki knew that Kaja couldn't help it, that perhaps it was merely the stain left of a vile abusive father, whom even when killed stained his son's mind. Loki heard Kaja say something about the Array, he cared little for Kaja's interfering, if anything it had helped him defeat The Array, not made harder. As Kaja turned his back Loki uttered perhaps something that might strike a fight. "She doesn't have to be like you, or him." Loki said almost a whisper, but he knew Kaja herd it, and he also knew he was right, he could feel the child, could feel how so vastly different from her father, her grandfather. Different from all of them.
Loki turned and walked back towards Anna, she seemed agitated, but he resumed his seat next to her, legs now dangling off the cliffs edge. "Anna...I know you know, you know what is inside that man.." Loki said slowly looking out at the lake watching a gungan skiff float placidly across it a few kilometers out. "I fear it may be our undoing." Loki said not looking at her. But focused totally on the lake. |
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Oct 17, 2016 17:14:32 GMT -8
Reaction. It was what was expected and soon came undelivered as Kaja's mind reached out to feel the Zabrak's own dismissal of the information he had received. Perhaps it was on the reflection that a battle in such a place would be unfruitful, but also that he had become weak. That his own thirst for battle had become washed out in this moment by his concern, even compassion, for the small seer still near the edge of the cliff. And while that would have been respectable for someone like Adieumus or even the occasional light side sympathizer in their midst, it was something he could hardly abide by as he contemplated the consequences of Loki's subjection to emotions that hardly fit his position in the galaxy. Why had they picked up such a beast if he was unwilling to show his power in front of friends in a far less optimal region? It was nothing if not pathetic to say the very least as Kaja's form remained poised on the spot, his hand hovering over the saber that clung to his belt. ”So it would seem.” He echoed to the Zabrak as he moved away and turned slightly to eye the two as they sat peacefully overlooking one of Naboo's many lakes.
It was then, however, that something different came over Kaja and he felt the urge to prove that this beast could not so lightly choose one side or the other. Perhaps in some delusion of a fantasy he could contemplate the emotions of a much more enlightened individual, but he was still a monster and a dark sider. Something that even he could not ignore. While he knew that being ruled by once emotions was an undoing of those who considered themselves Sith, he knew there was a power in harnessing them. That, while he was keen not to let them consume him, he could tap into his feelings and produce a power that even the most trained could barely comprehend. His physical form could well not be in the most optimal condition, but there was something to be said about the sheer dark power that continued to pulse off of Kajasecticus' form. Not radiated with hatred or malice, or even disgust, but rather with hunger. A craving for something he had been denied and in tune with what he felt the Zabrak now lacked. Denied himself. ”Tell me,” he began, glancing down at his right hand as he lifted it and watched the lightning begin to crackle around it. The brilliant blue of it's energy slowly flickering into a reddish hue before going back after a few brief moments. He could not harness it as his father could, but there was a raw destructive power to it that he could feel even through the armor that adorned his body. "Is she so important that you erase yourself for her?”
The question was cold, the direction absolute and with a raise of his hand he twisted just enough so that his hand was angled towards Anna's form with only the crackling of the small static culminations that preceded lightning. While he was prepared to hurdle it towards her, his decision was not certain. Perhaps the Zabrak would show his true nature, then he would not need to act so pointlessly. But there was still the possibility that he would reflect the weakness he had begun to display. His inaction would well mean the undoing he so feverishly spoke of. She was the architect of Loki's supposed rehabilitation, but he saw it as a deconstruction and eradication of a being he once considered to be feared. ”My daughter understands she cannot change me, yet you,” he echoed with a gesture towards the Zabrak with his free hand. "You lower yourself to the same level as her now pathetic condition with little hesitation.” It was then that he lowered his arm and gently eased his arm into an almost full extension towards the girl's form. "I would be doing you a favor, Loki.”
She had survived by a fluke. Nothing more.
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Post by Thea Lockwood on Oct 18, 2016 17:30:56 GMT -8
Dominic looked to Raven as she left, making sure she was gone before he spoke. And to think... He didn't believe that she believed him. But, it was the only cover he had at the moment. He had to stick to it. No matter how many holes were in it. Any other cover he chose wouldn't hold any water now. He was now Doctor Dominic Mitchell.
He looked back at Thea. "Not Noble? And, we need to talk about the Lab, and what to do now, how to go forward from that. Do you know where he would be?" He walked over to Thea. As Farris left the villa, stepping outside- the sun struck his metallic skin and he squinted his eyes, the opened ramp of the Wayward Son opening like a big mouth. Within that expanse stood Dominic- the agent, who had blown up the lab, but also managed to save Thea's life as well- and then Thea herself. Lowering his head slightly, the Polydroxol made his way up the cargo bay ramp, approaching the two slowly. He lifted his head, and held up his hands- palms opened as he spoke calmly. Before anyone asks- or shoots me- I may not look it- but you both know me as Doctor Noble. He looked at Dominic first- a meaningful glint in his now striking steely blue eyes. I'm a Polydroxol- a shape shifter, and I was undercover at the lab- I was never on their side. He sighed slightly, his voice growing slightly softer. I want to thank you for keeping Thea safe. You did not have to do that. From what you knew- I was going to die with your explosives- but you fulfilled my request anyway, and for that, I am deeply grateful. Hesitating- he then turned to Thea, blinking a few times and realizing his words had once again fled from him. Thea I--- He glanced downward at the floor. I'm sorry..... "Well, we need to talk abou-" Dominic cut himself short as another man entered the cargo bay. As Dominic turned his head, he realized it wasn't a man. He looked as if he was covered in molten silver, but wearing a lab coat over his shoulders. His instincts kicked in to grab his weapon, but he resisted. He spoke, and identified himself as Noble. The Noble Silver Man looked at Dominic, then revealed what he truly was. So this is what Thea meant. He was a shape shifter. Of course he was. That explained the hanger, how he didn't recognize him at first and now. He then went on to reveal that he was undercover, and thanked the Agent for keeping Thea safe. "You.. are welcome." Dominic hesitated a little. He didn't keep Thea safe because of Noble, or whatever his real name was. He kept her safe for other reasons. Information. He could just about see what had happened here. Thea obviously felt betrayed by Noble in some regard. And Noble felt sorry. As much a shape sifter could show regret, at the least. He looked between the two, and felt that he should probably get going anyway. "Well, I'm going to leave you two to figure things out. I just wanted to tell you both, to call me by my full name. Doctor Dominic Mitchell." And at that, he would turn and walk down the ramp.
He wasn't stupid. He knew that they wouldn't believe him in the least. But it was the cover he had to keep right now. And to keep a cover, as paper thin as it may be, you can never break it yourself.
As he exited, he half expected a port in a city, or maybe some backwater place. Nope. It was a homestead of some sort. A villa. He turned around in a slow 360. Nothing as far as the eye could see. He cursed to himself. How was he supposed to make contact all the way out here?!
"You do NOT get to talk to me, EVER again. Do you understand?"Her hand stung, she was hurting herself left and right. At the moment she didn't really care. She wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe someday, things would be different, but for the time being, she hated him. Thea walked past him and off the ship, heading to find Atton. |
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Post by Raven Alora on Oct 18, 2016 17:54:48 GMT -8
Anna watched the exchange- never letting her eyes linger on Kaja for more than a few seconds. The armored man clearly spoke of his time in the Array's chamber, and for a moment- her eyes widened with clarity. That was why he looked so dreadfully familiar. The brief time she was awake- while still hooked up to the machine, was blurry at best- not the fullest memory. She did remember panic, and being absolutely terrified of drowning. She did remember...not knowing who she was- and suddenly she also remembered that this man- so full of hatred and malice- did not even give her the name she pleaded him for, before turning that twisted machine back on. It was, indeed, her terror- so full and so complete, that had truly corrupted The Array into the defensive monster it had become in the end.
Part of her wanted so desperately, to stand to her feet and display her anger. She could not hope to match a man like Kaja in the force- or in physical strength, but at least she'd go down yelling. Her anger quelled though when Loki responded- not quit like she had anticipated, and then sat down next to her stiff form.
And it should have been over then-
But the armored man just could not leave them alone- positioning himself before the two, and extending an arm, charged with wicked electricity, directly at Anna's location. So- that was how he anted to play it. She considered for a moment, deeply about motivations. Motivations were key to understanding Fate, and why the future played out the way it did. Apparently, to Kaja- caring about someone made you week.
Typical of a darksider.
It was why the darkside could be so lonely. When Raven Alora had recanted her time following Bogan's path- Anna did not believe her. Sith normally had followers- but once Legion had a hold of her, and Anna herself traveled down the dark path- even with the thousands of screaming voices in her head...she still felt the cold emptiness of isolation. And for some reason- Kaja cared about the status of Loki. She supposed it made sense, but she could not allow Loki to fall into this man's warped trap. Granted she wasn't in the best position, but she had a pretty good idea that she wouldn't die here. Fate still had plenty for her to do in the future. She'd be fine- eventually. Loki, She said, at length, looking over at him and speaking softly. Don't play his game. You don't need to convince him of anything. If he really knew you- he wouldn't be testing you like this.
She finally turned a narrowed gaze over and up, to Kaja- almost protective.
And then- everything fell into place.
Her mind shot forward- playing through the cascade of events she herself had just started. With just a few words- she had changed the course of the future- more importantly, her future. Where once was a long- winding rode before her, now ended abruptly- literally no more than five minutes from now. Her narrowed expression widened, and for the smallest of moments, absolute, and unending terror swirled within her eyes- deeper and more powerful than the fear he had seen as the capsule once more filled with fluid, trapping her screaming figure inside the Array again.
This was fear of real- permanent, death. And she had caused it because she thought she could change someone's mind.
Anna saw it coming.
She was about to die- and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
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Post by Farris Argon Noble on Oct 18, 2016 18:31:27 GMT -8
Right- sure. I'll call you that.
Farris said as Dom left the ship. He turned back to Thea with a thin smile. But he can't possibly play a better doctor than----SMACK. He had absolutely no time to respond- or tighten his composition. His head literally was pushed all the way to the side- in a motion that would have snapped a human's neck.
No- Thea was not that strong, but without focusing on keeping his structure, Farris was actually rather flexible. Regardless, the motion would seem very unnatural- especially to a medic like Thea, who knew very well, no one's head should ever turn like that.
Quickly, Farris reached up a hand and put it on the side of his face, making sure it moved back into place correctly- before reaching out his other hand and gripping Thea firmly by the elbow. Though he was gentle, his grip was absolutely unyielding. He didn't care if she slapped him again. He'd be ready this time. He didn't care if she screamed. He would defend himself. He didn't care about a lot of things- but what he did care about, was his reputation.
It wasn't often when he let his mental walls fall away and actually show anyone who he really was- and he'd done that with Thea. He'd opened himself up and shown her his true nature, even though it could have very easily compromised his mission. And suddenly- a name change and a shift in appearance had shattered any trust she ever had in him. Was she really that fickle?
He'd formed false but unbreakable trust bonds with others before- which normally ended up with his counterpart being afflicted with a slit throat or ruthless betrayal on Farris' part. But when he actually showed, true, genuine care and concern for someone- it was as fragile as a piece of flimsipost.
And for a moment, the Polydroxol was dangerously angry. For a moment his mind went over countless possibilities of punishment for the terrible wound she had inflicted upon him. Because- deep down, if he were honest with himself- Farris was not a nice person unless he decided he should be. Deep down, the Polydroxol was dangerously dedicated to the tasks he gave himself and absolutely lethal.
But inwardly, he did not want to punish her, or harm her in any way. He really, desperately wanted her to just believe him, to understand that he had never lied to her and that every action he did on her behalf was to eventually return her home, because he genuinely cared about her. With a shaky sigh, he finally spoke- his normal liquid voice tight with emotion.
You must listen to me, before I let you go. He said- only seconds after gripping her arm. If you call out- know, I will silence you. When I am finished speaking, I'll release you, and you will never see me again- if you wish it.
He turned her around to look at him, and continued speaking. I never lied to you. I was Dr. Noble. I did his job. I conducted his research. I took care of his patient- and then, i betrayed his superior- because I had to rescue someone very special to me. That was the only way I could have gotten Anna out of there safely- to infiltrate the facility. It's what I do. I am a doctor- a spy- an assassin.... and I had thought, once, your friend.
He frowned deeply and glanced away from her- never once letting go. When you arrived- I thought I made it clear that I was very displeased at your being kidnapped, and I risked my whole mission to try and show you my true nature. I tried to take care of you- and, to eventually get you out of that warped facility along with Anna. You- had become part of my mission. Just because I look different now- and have a different name, doesn't mean anything I said, or did for you was a lie. I still want to bring you home- as I promised... if you'll let me- to prove to you, that I am still the same person you met back on Etti ViI.
He took in a breath, and- hesitantly let go of Thea's arm and slowly turned away from her. Though I doubt you'll permit it. I do not understand your anger completely- but I will accept it. Regardless- it was an honor working with you, Thea- and I am very glad that I completed my mission.
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Post by E`yame Matango on Oct 18, 2016 20:26:35 GMT -8
E`yame gathered up all of her belongings and a Zee that was passed out in her bag. She looked in at him and shook her head, smiling. She had no clue what to do next. She had accomplished finding her father, she had saved him from killing everyone that he held dear. Now, she figured it was a time to train. She knew that everyone would most likely just relax for a bit, but she was still wired tight. Making her way off the ship, she couldn't help but smile at the place that she called home, so long ago. Walking inside, she went directly to her room. It was like she was just here yesterday, but at the same time she could tell the difference. The feeling felt like just yesterday, but the sight was much, much worse. It was like her eyes were going to bulge out of her head. It was the most disgusting thing that she had ever seen. She never remembered her room looking like this. Her jaw dropped to the floor, like she was silently screaming. Could this be real? Everything was PINK! There was pink wallpaper with princess dresses and tiaras on it. There was a pink glittery stuffed wompa sitting on her bed. It was covered in pink bows. There was a pink rug with all white furniture. She dropped her bags at her feet, not caring if Zee woke up, and walked forward. Once she reached the wall, she dug her fingers at the wall, to create a tab. Once that was done, she quickly tugged at it, pulling off the wallpaper.
"This has got to go."
She started tearing it all off, and throwing it on the floor. She couldn't bare to look at it anymore. She walked over to her bed and tore the covers off, only to reveal pink princess sheets underneath. Tearing those off too, she stuffed them into the trash receptical next to her table. She grabbed the stuffed wompa and kicked it out into the hall. Walking back over to her desk, she opened the drawer, and grabbed a pair of scissors. Heading back over to the wall, she dug the scissors under the wallpaper, getting ready to tear off the rest, until she spotted something. Right by her hand, were the initials "AM EM". It was very light and written on the wallpaper. Her mind flew back to one of the last memories of her and her father before he left.
"Daddy, why are you leaving?"
"Daddy has to go beat up the bad guys again."
"I don't want you to go!"
"I have to, but you see this?"
He took her to the wall and with a pencil wrote their initials on the wallpaper.
"As long as these are here, I will always come back to you."
Eya floated back to the here and now. She carefully pulled the wallpaper from the wall, and cut it into a neat square. She carried it over to her desk, and laid it carefully in the drawer. The last thing she saw, before she closed that drawer, was the initials, with a tear in her eye.
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Post by Adi on Oct 18, 2016 20:53:10 GMT -8
Even though it was a lake, there was still a current, and to get to the small patch of land that he was now on, he had to go 'upstream'. The whole way there, he continued to concentrate on healing his still-achy body, letting the force soothe the injuries, and help repair the damage that had been done. By the time he had arrived, his body felt pretty decent. When he felt the boat grind to a halt on the beach, he cut the power, pulled the key, and hopped over the bow. He grabbed the mooring cable, and tied it to a tree along the beach. Moving into the interior, he made his way to a small clearing in the dense foliage, one he knew well. A small pagoda, once bright and white, stood in the center. It was now grown over, and covered in moss and lichens, the elements taking their toll on the delicate woodwork. Between the damp lake air, and the shade of the forest, it hadn't taken long for it to decay. Closing his eyes, Adi remembered coming here once before...with Ice. They had vacationed here once, and spent a week or so just enjoying the serenity of the location. They had discovered this small clearing, and the Pagoda, completely by accident. A tear slipped down Adi's cheek as the smile crept across his lips. It was as much an oxymoron as the entire relationship had been. The woman had been entirely wrong for him...yet, somehow, they had worked.
Up until Adi saw that his very existence threatened the well-being of Ice, and everyone else on Honoghr.
Fighting the urge to lose the smile he had so recently reacquired, he shook the thoughts from his mind. Sitting on the bottom step of the structure, he took the lightsaber from his hip. Looking it over, he examined it to see exactly what kind of damage he had done to the trigger mechanism. Using the force, he very precisely undid the fasteners that held the biocoding pad to the hilt. Carefully setting the pad aside, the Arkanian saw that it was a simple enough fix. The wiring for the pad was burned off, and only needed to be reconnected to the trigger. He had it done in less than a minute, and the black blade of the weapon sprang from the chrome hilt, the energy screaming its happiness at finally being able to be released from its crystal prison. Getting a feel for the weapon, Matango spun it around a few times. He could feel the energy from the crystal, one he had been on the receiving end of more times than he could count. Slowly, methodically, he began to move a bit more quickly, his motions growing more complex. Each motion he made accelerated his speed, more momentum building up behind each twist, each flip of the blade. His first hard strike was against a tree that was roughly two feet in diameter, the trunk simply melting away under the extreme heat of the lightsaber. His empty left hand shot forward, and with a roar, the force came pouring from the appendage, splintering the tree into almost nothingness. One by one, the trees around him fell, and before they could hit the ground, they were shattered. For an hour, Adieumus continued the onslaught...then two hours...three....until he had a large enough area that he was satisfied that he could properly train without interference. Only once this was completed, did he rest.
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Roughly an hour after he had finally completed his task, and sat down to relax, he heard a motor. At first, he thought it was the droning of insects, but as it drew nearer, he recognized the sound for what it was. He also could feel the soothing aura of Raven Alora growing closer. Seeing as there was no one else out here, he made the pretty solid assumption that she was coming to see him. Getting up from the ground, Adieumus looked around at the twenty five meter square that he had cleared out. The pagoda also stood, reinforced by some of the wood from the shattered trees, repaired as best as Adi could, considering the crude methods he had to employ. Turning toward the beach, he walked out, arriving just as the boat hit the sandy shore. MICRO came bounding out of the boat, and ran over to Matango, jumping up on his shoulder. Chuckling, and looking over to the cat replica droid on his shoulder, Adi scratched the "cat's" ears without even thinking.
"Traitor." Matango laughed, and turned to Raven, holding the boat steady so she could get out comfortably. He knew that he had so much to tell her, so much to say. He didn't know where to even start....and only one word squeaked out as his eyes came up to meet hers.
"Hi." And THERE was the awkward stupidity he was so famous for......
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Post by Sinina Riso on Oct 19, 2016 15:08:19 GMT -8
*After a period of rest, Sinina woke up. She stretches in the bed, even her toes and fingers, it felt nice. Her body felt sore, not from her injuries, but just wore out, like she'd just from from the gym. She hadn't felt like that since before she'd been sent from Dathomir...well.. not this level of sore. She lay there a while, not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of bed, but soon inaction nagged at her, her body wanting to get up. She sighed deeply, throwing back the covers. She shimmied to the edge of the bed and sat up, She started to dress, her dress that she'd modified and repaired, now going over one shoulder instead of both, convenient as to not bother her injured right shoulder; and if was undone so as to hang low, but she'd made it so instead of just falling straight down, it was pooffy and pleated, adding a little bit of flare to the ordinarily plain looking dress. She smiles happily to herself at her handiwork.
She grabs the crutch and eases herself upwards, and walked over to the dressing table where there was a mirror. She sits down and began to comb out her hair. She'd put it up into a simple bun for their etti mission. But now they were recovering away at the lake house she figured she could afford to be more intricate then that. She braided her bangs and then back the rest of her hair a sort of french fish-braid, bringing her bangs back to loop into the braid partway down, with a clearly nubian touch to it, then applied some simple makeup nothing fancy, and polished her nails. She felt pretty, and looked it too, after the entire mission at Etti, she felt like it was some well deserved pampering.
She smiled as she stood up watching her reflection smile back at her. She walks slowly to the door and out of the room. She was curious to see what others were up to, what was going on, how long they'd be here, how they were all doing, if there were anything she could do, anything to be around the others and not by herself. Though she looked chipper and happy and even felt these things. She did still have a small touch of worry about the visions she'd been seeing. She walked as gracefully as she could with a crutch, which... was a lot easier said then done.*
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Post by Raven Alora on Oct 19, 2016 19:55:29 GMT -8
Raven looked up at Adieumus as he steadied the boat for her- the smile at his accusation toward MICRO still present on her face. Tottering just a bit on the sandy beach, not very use to traveling on water- Alora turned in a slow circle finishing her observant motion by looking back at the Arkanian as he managed to utter a single syllable.
Hi...
She managed, just as strained. Her eyes glistened with emotion, what to do. A good potion of her wanted to slap him, to show him how much anger at him wanted to burst into her mind at what he had done to himself- how he had literally ripped her out of the sky with him and into that turbolaser- even though she wasn't completely sure of the actual details. She did know- that something he did, punched her in the chest so hard that she lost conscious- while falling out of the Son, and holding onto someone else.
But was it really his fault?
Perhaps not- but if he really wanted some sort of relationship with her, he would have to understand that his actions would effect her greatly- perhaps more than any other person.
but really, the biggest part of her wanted to fix what she had left undon back in the ship- what Adi's mental controlled self had shown her. She wanted answers but most of all- she wanted to tell him what she should have told him on the Son before the mission ever started.
And she had no idea how.
Truthfully, she didn't know him very well- not as well as she knew others. But how relevant was that now? She'd been in isolation for the most part, during the past two years. Did she really know anybody?
Why- of all times- was speaking so difficult? It was so absurd that the small jedi laughed gently, shaking her head.
It's so strange... I have so much I want to say- but I have no idea how. Isn't that funny? I never have this problem. She smiled at him, a lighthearted expression. Perhaps you should hold me at saber point. I feel more comfortable speaking my mind when my life is on the line than I do right now.. it's so odd.
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Post by Loki on Oct 19, 2016 20:31:50 GMT -8
Loki growled as he surged to his feet before Anna spoke, but now he stood between her and Kaja. "You'd sign your death warrant so easily Kaja?" Loki snarled, his face was contorted with rage and it spat with venom. "You forget, even in the weakened state your father was in, even with the help I received he was stronger than you, and I slayed his physical form. Do you think you would offer a bigger challenge?" Loki scoffed, then Anna spoke, Loki's face relaxed as he looked down at her then back at Kaja, then Loki felt along the bond, Anna's spike of paralyzing fear. He looked down at her, unsure of the source, fearing she had seen some terrible outcome about to befall either him, or her or both, he suddenly seemed indecisive, but none the less his saber, the curved hilt bejeweled one, shot into his hand, as of yet not ignited. |
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Oct 20, 2016 11:46:40 GMT -8
*Ahh the Naboo Lake Country. The perfect place to unwind after a hectic mission. Not that Atton was very picky about finding places to relax. Any place that wasn't Mustafar or Tatooine was just fine in his book.
As soon as the ship had landed, Atton was off and quickly found a quiet corner to just sit and reflect on everything, and it occurred to him that he hadn't really had much of a chance to do so lately. He had tried to do so while at that bar in Mondder before Adi and E'yame crashed that party. Next thing he knew, Adi was throwing him out of the ship...what a day.
Speaking of Adi, just what the hell was happening with that guy? Atton was no expert, but typically getting blasted out of the sky by a turbolaser tower was a one way ticket to the afterlife and yet, there he was, alive and well...actually not well at all, but definitely alive. Next time he saw Adi, he would have some questions to ask. Especially about the part where they jumped out of the ship.
Sighing, Atton leaned his head against the wall, finding his thoughts turning to the young woman he had met in the hangar of the lab, Thea. There was something about her. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, or the fact that his natural aptitude for snark seemed to fail in her presence. Seriously, what was up with that? Hopefully he'd have a chance to talk to her again soon...*
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Post by Adi on Oct 20, 2016 19:10:53 GMT -8
Well, at least he wasn't the only one at a loss for words. There seemed to be a slight hint of the same confusion running through Adi's head in her small brown eyes. He lost himself in them for a moment, feeling the outpouring of emotions inside her...some good, some bad. He figured that she wanted to smack him a good one for almost attacking her in the lab at the very least...not to mention the fact he had kissed her right before almost getting himself killed.
Then again, he -did- have the bad habit of doing that. This time though, he had pretty much outdone himself....he had almost gotten himself killed not once, but TWICE. That had to be some sort of record for Adi.
Breaking his gaze away when she started to speak again, he listened intently. Indeed, he was correct....she was in the same kind of situation he was, with so much to say, and not knowing where to begin. She talked about how it would be easier to talk under the pressure of combat. He chuckled, understanding exactly where she was coming from. Without saying a word, he hopped back a step quickly, and grabbed his lightsaber. Pointing the emitter into the air, he thumbed the biocoded pad, bringing it to life. Staring up at it, he closed his eyes for but a long moment. He wasn't entirely sure if his answer would make sense to her, but he was going to take a shot at it anyway.
"My entire life, I have lived, and almost died, with a lightsaber at my hip, and in my hand. I have found solace knowing that I can call upon it at any given moment, should the need arise." Releasing the trigger, the blade retreated quickly back into its crystal prison. "I have also found that its use in a negotiation, or any conversation for that matter, never ends well. So..." He spun the weapon in his hand, so that the butt end was now facing Raven. He took a step forward, and offered the weapon to her, effectively disarming himself.
"I prefer to have this conversation as two people...not as warriors in the Force." When she had said to point a lightsaber at her, this was how Adi would oblige. It was meant to be an icebreaker of sorts...something to break the tension. Sure, she had said 'hold her at saber point', but of course, that would most certainly not be happening. He just hoped she'd find the irony in it.
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Post by Thea Lockwood on Oct 20, 2016 19:13:48 GMT -8
Thea was only a few steps before Farris grabbed her arm. She jumped at his touch. He spun her around and looked in her eyes. She was terrified and didn't know what was going to happen next. Should she chance it and scream for help? Surely people wouldn't just let her come to harm, right? When he said he was her friend, she thought at one time that he was. Now, she had no clue what or who he was. After he finished his speech, Thea didn't know what to think. Part of her was still terrified and still angry, but another part of her could see the reasoning and truth to his words.
"I just need time."
She looked at him and then turned around and walked off the ship. Her mind was spinning and she had no clue what to do. Yes, she wanted to be his friend, but at what cost? He lied to her and broke her trust. She understood why he did it, but she couldn't get over the fact that he did do it. Once she was outside, she looked up at the sky and smiled. Naboo, her home! She was finally home! Tears sprung to her eyes as she walked away from the ship and around the area. She wasn't paying attention and tripped over someone. She normally wasn't this klutzy, but she could barely see with crying. She landed on her hands and knees in the grass. She reached up and wiped away some of the tears and looked at who she fell over and froze. It was Atton, she didn't want him to see her like this! She cleared her throat and wiped her face off quickly.
"I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Oct 20, 2016 19:37:40 GMT -8
*Atton had actually been about to doze off when he felt someone walking right over him. Quickly snapping out of his daze, he sprang up, but relaxed a little when he saw that it was Thea. Well there were certainly worse people to have run into you...*"Hey don't worry about it." *He offered a hand to help her up.*"Are you all right?"
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Post by Raven Alora on Oct 20, 2016 20:13:50 GMT -8
Raven's face light up in an amused smile as his saber came to life. Was he really going to take her seriously? That would be hilarious! Unfortunately Adi seemed to not want to oblige, and deactivated the black blade. He gave some response akin to lightsabers making conversations run south. Raven had to disagree. Some of her best friends had once met her in fierce life or death combat. Regardless, she found the way he offered the hilt to her, almost poetic in a way, and yet- her odd nervousness caused her to hesitate in taking the weapon.
Even after her small hand circled around the hilt, she distracted herself by gazing at the saber for a good long moment. Finally she took in a rattled breath and let it out slowly.
What happened, Adidumus? After you jumped from the ship? What hit you? Why did they say you were dead?
She asked, at length, the memory of his jarring impact hitting her at the same time and forcing her to tumble from the ship, dragging an unsuspecting Echani with her, rooted her in place with a very noticeable shutter. Her expression became slightly ashen and shaken as she recalled how close to the ground she was when her mind awoke. It hurt... She finished in a whisper, reaching up her unoccupied hand and gently touching her chest.
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