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Post by Magus Serendor on Nov 5, 2015 19:53:55 GMT -8
Magus paused for a moment as he considered his options. He could play it off as a brag, he could act as though he had a better memory than most, or he could tell Hevn the secret of his master's memory trick.
"Asemi had an interesting technique of using the force to enhance one's memory. It requires an item to bring out the memory, but it still allows for me to remember everything as long as I have the items."
Magus tried to see if he could tell what the other man was thinking from his response.
"Barradius' love of privacy is a blessing of sorts it seems."
Hevn's proximity and glare threatened to send terror spiraling through the young man.
"I think I know what is best. I shall be back before too long"
The young Dark Jedi ducked into compound. He used the force to open the door across the hall. His own quarters had little that he considered important. He quickly collected the few trinkets that he wanted and stuffed them into his pack. The storage room down the hall held a few artifacts that were entirely necessary. Magus collected them and then turned to the wall on the far side of the room. He placed his hand against the wall and a scanner beeped as it accepted his hand scan. The wall slid open, revealing a small computer. Magus powered up the computer and typed in the password. Another wall slid open, revealing yet another computer. He typed in another password, but nothing happened. Always the sly one, Asemi, Magus thought as he headed back to the first computer and removed the memory stick. He slipped it into his pocket and then grabbed a few more items that looked important. His final act was to grab the small hovering platform and load it up with holocrons. He brought the pack and the hovering platform outside and nodded to Hevn.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Nov 9, 2015 23:44:45 GMT -8
The young man's confession was a curious one. Hevn had known of holocrons using the force to be imprinted upon, but they were built to do so. Mastering that power over other objects was very interesting indeed. Not impossible but he wondered, what scope of the force has discovered such a power?
Bedrovelse watched Magus walk away and wondered which of that paths he would take. The Sith infiltrator circles overhead as the younger man disappears. It settles to a land on the beach, and as Magus emerges from the woods with a multitude of treasures in hand Hevn lowers the ramp to welcome him. Hevn marveled at it all with hunger. Looking up at his initiate he spoke, sounding quite pleased overall.
"All of this? Truly wonderful. Tell me. Does this imprinting technique remove the memories from your mind? Or simply copy them?"
Hevn begins moving the objects on the platform to a large reinforced case in the cargo bay at the top of the ramp to ensure their safety during flight. Hevn leads Magus through the cargo bay, raising the ramp. Down into a narrow hallway into the cock pit. He takes the pilot's seat and gestures toward the one next to him.
"Sit please. Do you know how to fly?"
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Post by Magus Serendor on Nov 10, 2015 14:46:52 GMT -8
The arrival of the Sith infiltrator stirred something inside Magus. As much as he had known it was all real before, now it was actually happening. He was no longer the apprentice of some crazy old gray Jedi. Though he still had a master, he had, at the very least, propelled his destiny in the direction that he most desired. Leaving Naboo would be the completion of his first goal.
"How he acquired so much, I will always wonder." Magus paused as he considered how best to answer the question about his former master's imprinting technique. "There are many factors. The connection you share with the item you are imprinting, the depth of knowledge that you have on the subject that you wish to imprint. Simple concepts stay with the imprinter, the more complex things are removed. It is not a pleasant experience. For the most part, Asemi would make sure that I knew everything in and out before having me attempt to implant the memories or knowledge. Most of what is held here is also somewhere in the recesses of my mind."
Magus takes the seat next to Hevn and begins to examine the controls.
"I have a fair deal of experience flying speeders and other vehicles, but I cannot say that I've had the pleasure of taking the controls of a spaceship."
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Nov 13, 2015 5:24:53 GMT -8
Imprinting sounded like a very complex application of Sith Alchemy, and yet the gray jedi performed it. Naturally Hevn's mind hoped for some formula for it. It sounded like an option to dispel the horrors that haunted his mind. Even more, if such a thing could be used on a weapon that empowered the dark sider due to the nature or emotional power of the memory. His mind began to race at the prospects. A sudden hunger for his lab grew. Something told him this one was going to enjoy that part most.
Starting the engines Hevn looks to Magus with a grin.
"I'll give you a spin once we get somewhere you can't kill us. Until then, watch and learn, but before we go."
It was time to reveal his true mission to Naboo. There was no peril in alerting Magus if he was the one with all of the information anyways.
Bedrovelse squared up with Magus directly, a look of severity on his face.
"Did Asemi tell you anything about the Blackwing Virus or The Scepter of Ragnos?"
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Post by Magus Serendor on Nov 16, 2015 8:25:14 GMT -8
The hum of the engines and the sounds of the ship were foreign to Magus. They made his speeder feel like a child's toy. There was both an eagerness and an apprehension at the reality of leaving Naboo. Leaving the towns for the simple countryside had been one thing, but leaving the planet altogether was an entirely different experience. It was the final act in leaving behind the old life that he hated. Coupled with the prospect of actually getting to fly a ship and, for once in a long while, Magus felt as though he had found footing.
Magus sat up straighter as Hevn asked the question. He took a moment to remember Barradius' words on the matter before answering.
"He spoke very little on the Blackwing Virus. It was his warning as to why one should never dip into Sith Alchemy without the proper precautions in place. For a Gray, he was rather open to much of the force that others would considered uncouth."
Magus took a moment to collect his thoughts and separate his own musings from that of his former master before answering the second portion of the question.
"As for the Scepter of Ragnos, that became something of a topic for debate. Asemi did what he could to procure artifacts from both the dark side and the light. We managed to acquire a fair amount of information, mostly rumors, on the scepter. Nothing concrete enough to call for an expedition to any location or another, but some were of interest. He refused to believe the rumors that it was destroyed. More lies from either a Jedi or Sith that didn't want others pursuing their coveted object. From what I gather, it is an extremely powerful artifact."
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Nov 19, 2015 6:05:08 GMT -8
Magus's answers were not as helpful as he hoped, but did contribute to the stock in hope he could find either one of them out in the universe. It was strange, for all those he called brother, for all of those he trained, he found some solace in this like soul. There was a hunger to learn and discover that far outweighed what most men identified with as power. Credits. Weapons. Armies. It could all be taken in a moment from a man like Bedrovelse. Hevn could do more than kill you. He could destroy you. Erase your identity and legacy. Break your mind, body, and soul. There was power in that lost knowledge.
Hevn nods as Magus speaks of the Blackwing Virus, and Asemi's interest in the unusual.
" In time, Asemi grew either arrogant or paranoid. Easier for you to say, I suppose. Sith alchemy is a wild arena in which science and the force become one. I wonder what precautions old Asemi would take to combine the power of the force with the miracles of science."
While Hevn almost laughed at the memory of the man he came to kill, he stifled it. Letting the amusement within take it's course before continuing. He did not want to open or salt a wound that perhaps Magus had not or was still dealing with. No reason to irk him.
"In the Scepter, I agree. I believe that since his passing an organization has been defending it less he return. You would be surprised how many of the old Lords still have worshipers waiting around for their triumphant return. I similarly collect artifacts for my cause and personal use. The jewel Ragnos placed at the head of the Scepter absorbed all of the energies he wielded while in possession of it. The Scepter, within, hold a sword, which the jewel has in turn bled power onto. Whether it was an object through which he gained, or simply focused his power I cannot yet determine and is a fact I am wary of. I know that there are artifacts far older than memory preserves, and I want to know who or what they came from. Why they persevere. How they still find and haunt me after all this time."
Hevn gestures for Magus to clip himself in.
"Apologies, I seem to be rambling."
With the roar of the engines, Hevn takes to the air and thrusts the ship from the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2015 23:37:34 GMT -8
Elsewhere... Darma's airspeeder drifted lazily over the picturesque landscape. He spotted a nice place to land on a large island just off the mainland coast, which consisted of some scenic cliffs divided by a misty waterfall. Bringing the speeder down, a little roughly, he climbs out and reaches back in for a canteen and an a hammock. He then wonders around aimlessly until he finds a good place to set up the hammock. Their he set's it up, and rolls in, closing his eyes and just enjoying the sound of distant water crashing and rolling, as the sound of the falls and nearer surf drifts to him from the sea.
But she was doubtful this situation would be too dangerous, after all, no one but her target and one of his bodyguards were around to witness what was about to happen. Maeve drew her bow, nocking an arrow as she took aim at the Senator's guard, before releasing it, and sending the arrow directly into the guard's neck. She then slung the bow across her back again as she drew her sword, stealthily approaching the man's hammock. Without making a sound, she placed the blade across the man's neck and pushed down as she pulled the blade across to the side, making a cut deep enough only to allow him to bleed outLet go your burdens and rest now...Maeve then cleaned her blade on a white rag, before turning and heading back to her ship, her work here done. Within minutes, The Black Arrow was taking off back to orbit again and making a jump to hyperspace, leaving behind no evidence that the ship, and it's pilot, had ever been there |
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Post by Vice-Chancellor Darma on Dec 9, 2015 23:52:22 GMT -8
Darma was a heavy sleeper, and the cut was done so smoothly, so he almost didn't wake up for his own assassination. He could feel the blood flowing down the sides of his neck, then the back of his shoulders and down his back as it dripped to the ground beneath his hammock. He wondered who'd killed him, but realized it didn't matter. He passed, not even having thought to alert his guard... The rest of his guard, which had been left behind in Theed, found him and the deceased guard late the next day. Darma is dead, three down, one to go.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2016 5:57:10 GMT -8
Great Grass Plains of the North
Unlike many other worlds, Naboo yet has vast expanses of land left untouched. With the main and central landmasses of the planet being the most settled, the largely unsettled northern plains are occasionally an inviting, secluded haven for smugglers and other criminals seeking a place to go to ground. It falls, at times, to the Royal Crusaders to run such criminals to ground and bring them to justice.
Having joined the mounted troopers of the Royal Naboo Security Forces at the age of twenty one, Vartouhi Mirzoyan has spent much of the past fourteen years of her life ranging across the Great Grass Plains of the North; tracking down the smugglers and other criminals that falsely believe the pacifism of the Naboo and the openness of the northern plains spell an almost sure and certain freedom from law and order. Vartouhi and her fellow Crusaders are all too happy to dispel such illusions when called to hunt such individuals.
Riding ahead of the other three Royal Crusaders in her current party to scout ahead, Vartouhi gives Hravard, her jet-black Guarlara mount, his head, allowing him to gallop across the plains for a time. The Gallo Mountains unfold in the distance as Vartouhi scans the plains for any sign of the spice smugglers she and her fellow Crusaders have been sent to hunt. Reigning Hravard in when she thinks she sees something moving far ahead, Vartouhi leans forward and strokes the Guarlara's mane while cooing soothingly to him, and then takes her electrobinoculars from their pouch on her belt to get a closer look at what had caught her eye. Zooming in on a valley near where she had seen the movement which caught her eye, Vartouhi whispers to herself, "Got you," as she spies the eight beings mounted on Kaadu descending down into the valley, and knows that the hunt is now nearing its end.
After using her comlink to report to her fellow Crusaders, Vartouhi gently puts her heels to Hravard's sides to spur him onward once again, and begins to follow the smugglers at a distance to see where they intend to hole up in their vain effort to escape justice.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2016 22:35:30 GMT -8
Great Grass Plains of the North
"What is it?" Fumnanya asks, reigning up his Kaadu when he sees that Dikeledi is pulling her E-11s from its saddle scabbard and dismounting from her own mount.
"We have a tail, Dikeledi explains, smacking her Kaadu on the rump to prod it back into motion, and then waving for Fumnanya to keep moving as she says, Keep moving, don't worry about it, I'll handle this."
"Not alone, a green-skinned Twi'lek male says, dropping to the ground after handing his reigns to one of the two Gungans riding in the group. Black horse with horns, rider in yellow and brown?"
Dikeledi nods, venturing a guess, "Law?"
"Close enough, the Twi'lek agrees, dropping into a crouch so he will be concealed by the tall grass prevalent in the valley. Royal Naboo Security Force Crusader. Probably a scout. Others won't be far behind."
"You know the terrain, any good places to set up an ambush?"
Grinning, the Twi'lek points to the east of their current position, "Nice wooded area, hill overlooking it not far from here. Reaching for his comlink, he says, I'll have some reinforcements get into position, and we'll try and lead the lone rider towards them, and away from the spice mine."
Nodding, Dikeledi studies the terrain for the best way to get underway without drawing the lone rider's attention, and then says, "Let's move. I'll look for a place to set up and get the rider's attention, make sure they comm the rest of the posse in," once the Twi'lek has nodded his assent, Dikeledi sets out, moving stealthily from where they dismounted as the others rode on further into the valley, her past training as an Imperial Biker Scout and sniper serving her well as she searches for a spot to set up a perch from which she can take a shot at the lone Crusader to draw them away from where the spice mine Fumnanya and the others are heading towards.
Settling for a large patch of tall grass that gives her plenty of cover, Dikeledi motions for the Twi'lek to continue on towards the ambush point before laying on her stomach and sighting in on the female rider through her scope. Since they want the rider to call her companions, Dikeledi intentionally misses, sending a well-aimed shot just to the right of the Crusader's head.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 21:37:30 GMT -8
Great Grass Plains of the North
Vartouhi, having purposefully remained at a distance to avert the chance of being seen, misses the moment when the two riders dismount, not immediately noticing that the mounts outnumber the riders. Just as she takes notice of the fact that two of the Kaadu are riderless and lifts her electrobinoculars to scan the terrain for any sign of the missing riders, Vartouhi hears the report from a blaster rifle a second before the bolt sails past her head. Fortunately Hravard, her Guarlara, is too well trained to rear and throw her when the blaster bolt sizzles through the air, and Vartouhi leans forward into his neck as she kicks his right side to signal him to gallop towards the cover afforded by a nearby cluster of trees.
Cursing beneath her breath as she pulls the reigns back to bring Hravard to a halt when they reach cover, Vartouhi drops from the saddle while reaching for her comlink as she peers from behind the trunk of a tree towards the direction she believes the shot came from to try and spot the shooter even though she has little hope that they will have left themselves exposed. Returning behind the trunk when she sees no sign of the sniper, Vartouhi icontacts her fellow Royal Crusaders to apprise them of the situation, informing them of her current position and of the fact that their quarry is aware of the fact they are pursued and have broken into at least two groups. Quickly forming a plan to divide into two groups when they rejoin Vartouhi, one to pursue the main party and another to go after those sent to distract their scout. The sniper is clearly, Vartouhi thinks, trying to keep her from following the main group to learn where their lair is located, but she has no intention of letting that keep her from trying to do just that. Leaving Hravard in the cover of the trees, Vartouhi takes a deep breath and, crouching after spotting another cover point, says a silent prayer to Shiraya, ancient Moon Goddess of Naboo, before darting for it while listening for the report of a blaster bolt that could herald the end of her life if she is spotted.
Meanwhile, the other three Royal Crusaders begin galloping at full speed towards Vartouhi's location, their blaster rifles or pistols drawn and ready as they prepare for what awaits them.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2016 4:38:54 GMT -8
Watching the Crusader through the powerful scope of her E-11s sniper rifle, Dikelide observes aloud, "This one is persistent, she's still trying to follow the . . . pausing to carefully aim a shot for just ahead of the Royal Crusader as she boldly makes a run for another cover point despite the fact she must at least suspect a sniper is watching her, Dikelide fires to remind the woman that staying behind cover is probably her best option until the cavalry arrives to lend her a hand. Still trying to tail the others, Dikelide finishes after taking the shot. Keeping her scope trained on where the Crusader has taken cover, Dikelide tells the Twi'lek, Keep an eye out for the rest of the Crusaders. I'll drop the lead rider to get their attention, you just send a little spray and pray towards the others to draw the, towards us."
Moments later, after the Twi'lek has directed her attention towards the approaching Royal Crusaders, Dikelide aims a shot for the head of the lead rider and fires when satisfied the shot is lined up perfectly. The Twi'lek beside her, as asked, starts strafing the approaching riders with rapidly fired and not necessarily well aimed fire from his blaster.
At the spice mine, Fumnanya dismounts and looks back towards where Dikelide and the Twi'lek broke off to try and draw the Royal Crusaders, frowning at the idea of leaving a crew member alone with only the members of the spice mining gang they are here to pick up a shipment from for back up. Nodding when one of the Gungans tells Fumnanya to get inside the mine so that they are all out of sight, Fumnanya reluctantly makes his way into the spice mine while the Gungan barks orders to the other members of his gang to set some to the task of camouflaging the entrance once the others are inside, and others to set up in concealed positions to watch for any sign the Crusaders escape the ambush being set for them.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2016 8:40:17 GMT -8
Great Grass Plains of the North
Diving the last few feet for the small hillock she had been running for after she sees the blaster bolt hitting the ground in front of her, Vartouhi utters a quick prayer of thanks to Shirayha beneath her breath when she is finally behind cover. Vartouhi's relief turns quickly to a nauseating mix of fury, grief, and shock when, hearing the neighing of a Guarlara shortly after registering the sound of their hooves thundering across the plains towards her, she turns to see one of her fellow Crusaders crumpling lifelessly from his saddle. Drawing her S-5 heavy blaster from her holster, Vartouhi drops to her stomach and rolls to her left, aiming towards the source of the strafing fire being sent towards her comrades.
As the green blaster bolts Vartouhi fires towards the Twi'lek shooting at them lance through the air, the remaining two Royal Crusaders break away from one another and, firing their own weapons towards the Twi'lek they are charging towards, begin to execute a pincer maneuver designed to entrap the Twi'lek and the sniper that has killed their commanding officer between them to prevent any attempt they might make to retreat.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2016 11:08:06 GMT -8
"Frotz! the Twi'lek shouts as he narrowly evades death by gracelessly tumbling backwards when he sees the veritable hail of blasterfire sent screaming towards him after his strafing of the onrushing Royal Crusaders is answered in kind. Well, the Twi'lek says as he scrambles on hands and knees for the cover afforded by a weatherworn boulder, your plan worked. We definitely have their attention. Congratulations! What now?"
Taking advantage of the fact the Twi'lek's fire focused their enemy's attention on his position rather than on trying to pinpoint where her fatal shot had come from, Dikeledi does not risk any further action that might compromise her position, instead looking over at the worm-head and saying, "We keep down, start moving for the ambush point. I'll take the rear, make sure our friends keep following if necessary by taking a shot or two, and you take point, signal the others when we reach the outskirts of the kill zone."
Nodding, the Twi'lek swings his arm back to take a blind shot meant to keep the Crusaders pursuing, and then begins moving in a crouch through the tall grass of the plains towards the small valley where his comrades have set up their ambush. Dikeledi gives the worm-head a few seconds to get a head start, and then follows, occasionally glancing behind to see if the Crusaders are still nipping at their heels.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2016 19:32:43 GMT -8
Reigning his Guarlara in when, after the Twi'lek that had fired upon them had briefly disappeared into the waving sea of grass that dominates the terrain, another blaster bolt is fired from further away, it seems apparent that their pincer maneuver will not work as planned, Goryoun raises a hand to signal his fellow Royal Crusader, Takvor, to halt. Clucking his tongue while spurring his mount in the direction of the hillock where Vartouhi had taken cover, Goryoun keeps an eye on the sea of grass in the distance for any sign of the Twi'lek or other enemies while keeping his blaster rifle trained forward as his Guarlara trots towards the hillock while Takvor holds his position and also warily watches the plains stretching out ahead of them.
"How many?" Goryoun asks Vartouhi as she cautiously takes a knee to one side of the hillock with her heavy blaster pistol in hand.
"There were eight, but I'm pretty sure they split up. Pointing in the direction the other riders had seemed to continue, Vartouhi says, I think the sniper and the Twi'lek are trying to lead us away from wherever the others were headed."
Resting the butt of his blaster rifle on his knee while looking from where Takvor is standing watch to where Vartouhi has suggested their enemy's main camp is located. Reaching up with his free hand to tip his cap back to wipe the sweat from his brow, Goryoun nods and says, "Probably right. I don't want them on our flank though, so we'll take them out and then circle back for the camp. Patting his Guarlara's neck, Goryoun dismounts and whistles as he waves for Takvor to ride back to his and Vartouhi's position. We'll go on foot, he explains. They aren't the only ones that can do this sneaking around in the grass thing."
Frowning, feeling that her comrade may be letting the death of their fellow Crusader cloud his judgement, Vartouhi proposes, "Or we could comm for backup. This feels like a trap."
Shaking his head as Takvor arrives and dismounts, Goryoun says, "Might be, but waiting gives them time to go to ground. Trying to sound confident, he says, Besides, knowing there's probably a trap will help avoid it, right?"
Moments later, after seeing to their mounts, the trio of Royal Crusaders sets out after the Twi'lek and the sniper, using the tall grass to mask their pursuit. Takvor, in the point position, cautiously advances, eyes scanning ahead for any sign of their quarry.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 8:35:03 GMT -8
When Dikeledi and her Twi'lek companion reach the intended ambush point, halting just before the rise of the hill upon which the Twi'leks comrades are laying in wait, the former Imperial Biker Scout motions for the Twi'lek to stay under cover, suspecting that the Crusaders are at least savvy enough to suspect that they are being led into a trap of some kind. Remaining on her stomach, Dikeledi slowly and carefully crawls forward to a thick clump of grass with her E-11s sniper rifle in hand, and then slowly and cautiously moves the rifle into place so that she can scan the plains leading towards the ambush site for any sign of the Royal Crusaders.
Up on the hill overlooking the wooded area Dikeledi and the Twi'lek have reached, the twelve criminal gang members armed with a variety of blaster rifles and pistols also remain under cover while watching for the Crusaders to appear so that they can spring their trap.
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Post by Diamonte Tuhlute on Jul 22, 2016 11:37:10 GMT -8
When I stepped outside of the ship, I could recognize what I was set in the midst of as a hangar I was standing in as a hanger… But from the condition of the walls it had not been used in a very long time. Jim tried to explain to me that one point this castle had been the home of an organization called the Council of knowledge, but from the weeds growing through the very walls I knew that if there was any sort of organization based here, it had long died away. It was near sunset the second light shone into the darkness of the unlit hanger bay… a lantern, held by some form of humanoid dressed up as a Driver." Good evening gentlemen it called I am the Driver of Ivylane Manor, and on behalf of the high Lord, I greet you with the greatest of respect. I would request you please place all essential devices in the insulated locker." We do this we are told, and I made one more observation about a move transportation before the Driver ushered the two of us inside… We were riding in a horse drawn Groundcar… all electronic were told to be put into an insulated box, was i walking into a trap? as soon as we had entered the vehicle and the carriage had left the castle before i asked“ hey jim, what is going on… i thought you said Master Avery was going to be the one we were talking to… not this Highlord person… and what is with the whole ‘place all electronics in the insulated locker’ point? and WHY ARE WE TRAVELING BY HORSE DRAWN CART???” …I must have raised my voice up a LITTLE BIT too loud because a knock came and the Driver asked if we were alright. quickly responding to the Driver in the affirmative Jim began to Instruct me.“ Quiet down,will ya? First off, our host goes according to both the titles of “Master” and “Highlord”. He lived during a weird time where rank was determined by you power, your knowledge, or you cunning, and Jedi Grandmasters were as common as the hairs on a Wookie. I call him master because he once served on the High council, but he was also directly given the title of “Highlord” by his former master when he ascended to the council as a title of respect.
as for the other… thing. Ivylane Manor doesn’t exsist… at least as far as any map is concerned. The Highlord pays an exordinately high voluntary tax rate, and as a result, his lordship does not appear on any proper map of Naboo. The area is protected by an Electro pulse shield that will short out any device that attempts to breach it. defense mechanism to stop intruders.” I drifted off for some time as the cart continued along the road from the castle to Ivylane, partially listening to Jim’s lecture on the history of the Highlord, partially focusing on the bird song until i was sleeping. a brief weight stirred me from my reverie when Puck decided to assume his the form of a tiger cub (my mind must have been longing for a cuddle buddy)
I awoke, not from Jim shaking me, not from the rising sun, nor from the bumps in the road… but by the sharp headache that seemed to confirm that i had nonbiological upgrades implanted when i was at the laboratory." OW…ow ow… owowowowoow yaow!” were my first words out of my mouth when the pain subsided… oddly i didn’t feel inhibited, but rather almost as if the upgrades were laying dormant, and this shield woke them up.“ we will have a nurse look at what happened to you once we are settled in. but i am glad you are awake… we just passed the shield checkpoint, you will want to see this” he ushered me to stick my head out of the window and when i saw Ivylane i Gasped in horror. past the gates made to look like masoned stone, but likely a more dangerous metal… lay hundreds of red beams, and if i could guess attached to sinister weapons, I looked back at Jim in horror but the commander sat back and chuckled as the gates opened wide for us
It wasn’t any enemy laser sight lines… they were Drodekas, but the lasers were triggers for notes. The droidekas were playing a fanfare.When the music had ended we were at the entrance to the manor, there were two sharp taps of a staff against the stone steps. “ Announcing Sir James of his majesty’s legion, and his honored guest, Prince Diamonte Tuhlute of Instramta” i was a prince? or whoever i got my name from was a prince? Jim had not told me this on the trip over… what else had he kept from me? I followed my rescuer out and tried to get a quick look at the place… the man with the staff was at the top of the stone stairs, and standing right infront of us was a man in a green pulled coat and matching cape, the style of which was nearly imperial in nature. and Jim was… kneeling with his head bowed and pulling pulling on my sleeve to do the same. when i knelt Jim spoke“ Your lordship, thank you for receiving us”
A chuckle was heard from the old man. “ Rise sir James, you should know this by now, you and your companion are always and freely welcome at Ivylane. come inside i had the steward prepare some light refreshments for the two of you, i am eager to hear of your latest exploits.” I was the last one to stand, and dragged my feet so that the highlord was out of earshot before i asked.“ Was that Master Avery? why does he look so much like…” “ Pure coincidence.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 10:51:37 GMT -8
Great Grass Plains of the North
Takvor, the Royal Crusader acting as the pointman for the remaining trio of RSNF troops hunting the smugglers, lifts a hand to call a halt, and then slowly lays down on his stomach in the strand of tall grass he had stopped in so that he can assess the situation. Something feels off to Takvor, the silence and stillness of the plains eerie and unsettling despite their familiarity; just as the fact that the sniper and the Twi'lek they have been tracking appear to have vanished are frustratingly disturbing. Settling his blaster rifle atop a mound of dirt to steady it, Takvor tilts his head and closes his right eye to scan the terrain ahead of him through its scope, hoping to find some trace of the smugglers or signs of their passage that he might use to continue tracking them.
Kneeling beside a small boulder sitting amidst a strand of long, gently swaying grass, Vartouhi holsters her S-5 heavy blaster so that she can take her electrobinoculars from their pouch, lifting them to her eyes to zoom in on the hill she can see just ahead of where Takvor called a halt. As she sweeps her electrobinoculars over the top of the hill, Vartouhi pauses as she thinks she detects movement, lingering to see if it is just her imagination or if something is indeed atop the hill . . .
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 12:10:27 GMT -8
Great Grass Plains of the North
The wrinkles of his seamed face deepening as he grins wickedly, the Weequay watching from his perch atop the hill overlooking the plains below as the Royal Crusader in the point position stop and appears to try and get his bearings shoulders his blaster rifle and rasps in a gravely, low voice to his companions, "Weapons free lads, let's wipe this sorry lot out," and then, with his rifle sight centered on the Crusader's pointman's forehead, fires the first shot of many, many more that soon rain steadily down onto the plains like a violent, deadly storm. None of the twelve beings atop the hill fire to wound, the intent of the assault to end the lives of each and every Crusader that has blundered so close to their spice mining and smuggling operation.
Dikeledi, watching through the scope of her sniper rifle as the Royal Crusaders come under fire from the hill over their position, waits patiently as they maneuver in response to the blaster fire being poured down upon them for an opening to present itself for her to snipe one or more of their number in hopes of bringing the battle closer to all but inevitable conclusion with all of the Royal Crusaders laying dead in the grass. . .
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 18:42:11 GMT -8
Great Grass Plains of the North
Vartouhi hisses a curse under her breath as, her belief that she had seen some movement atop the hill overlooking her and her fellow Crusader's position confirmed in the worst possible way, she drops her electrobinoculars and reaches quickly down to unholster her S-5. Before she has succeeded in unholstering her blaster, the first blaster shot of what proves to be a short, brutal, one-sided battle is fired by Takvor, his blaster rifle bolt sailing through the air, passing several others fired towards him by the scum atop the hill.
Takvor falls first, cut down by the blaster fire sent towards him by several of the smugglers before he can fire a second shot. Goryoun lasts a few seconds more, able to duck behind cover to avoid the first storm of blaster fire sent his way, and then move to return fire a single time before he, too, is killed by a hail of blaster bolts that their numerous foes are able to bring to bear.
Vartouhi, too caught up in her own battle to keep track of the fates of her comrades, feels the first blaster bolt to strike her chest impact against her vest a moment before, as the impact pitches her to the side, a second bolt hits her in the left side just past where her armored vest protects her. Falling onto her side, Vartouhi grits her teeth and sights in on one of the smugglers on the hill, firing a trio of shots for his chest before scrambles back behind cover. Breathing heavily, ignoring the pain in her side, the sounds of blaster bolts filling the air in a cacophony of noise as bits of dirt, grass, and rock are sent into the air around her as many of those blaster bolts sizzle near her, Vartouhi closes her eyes, takes a deep breath while trying to recall the positions of the foes she had seen, and then releasing the breath, peers from the side of the boulder she had covered behind to add the bark of her own blaster fire to the violent symphony filling the air on the plains.
A blaster bolt slams into her left shoulder as Vartohui watches one of her foes fall, but she keeps firing doggedly, sighting in on another enemy and firing while crouching and moving to her right . . .
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