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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 4, 2011 22:33:56 GMT -5
((open to all the typical residents of Aiaru. Also, the coat is nearly the same design/cut as This Link)) The sprawling and beautiful terrain she caught glimpses of through the viewport almost fell on blind eyes. Aunna could never fully turn a blind eye to a sight like that…it reminded her too much of Corellia. That may bring the questions: why was she here in the first place? Why the ‘blind eyes’ comment? What about Sam and Kuat and all of her plans? Well, quite honestly, those three questions had one answer…more or less…and that answer was one word: Vex. The man was noticeably absent from the Consul. …it was a fact she was having extreme difficulty adjusting to. Eressea, the REA sitting in the seat beside her, had noticed the change immediately. It was like a spark had begun to flicker and die in the woman since he’d left. A lot had happened in the span of time between when they’d landed on Dxun and their arrival here, more than either woman or droid cared to admit, but Aunna…she was taking things poorly. She put on a good face and struggled against what she was feeling, but it was still obvious, even to the REA. Now here they were, after quite a bit of single-minded research, on a planet that was outside of Republic control and (supposedly) home to a group of force users called ‘Mythics.’ Sweeping over the vast fields, then a small ring of mountains, blue eyes caught on a striking white tower set in the center of it. What is it with force users and building large temple-buildings? Shaking her head, a sigh escaped her and she kept her heading toward the coordinates she’d been given to the capital city. ”Don’t you believe that’s the place, Aunna? Why continue if these ‘Mythics’ are right there below us?””Because we don’t know for sure that’s them. If I knew, without a doubt, that was where they…well I suppose they live together like the Jedi…then yes, that’s where I’d go instead of Demas. Until we know for sure, however…”The answer seemed to satiate the little droid since she gave a silent nod of her head and settled back in seat for the rest of the flight to the city. That flight really didn’t take long and soon enough the Consul had settled down on niche of a landing pad, the engines dulling to a purr before going silent as she continued to work at the controls and make sure everything was shut down. Taking a few moments to put in the contacts that would color her eyes green, Aunna checked that she had everything before scooping up Eressea, who had clambered up to the back of the copilot seat, and settling the droid on her shoulder, then heading out into the new city. If she hadn’t been so out of sorts and single minded in her quest for information, she may have been more in awe of the city itself as she stepped down the ramp. Eressea certainly appreciated the flowing and curving alabaster architecture. Aunna, however, felt out of place. Her clothing was fine for blending in with the throngs of people in places like Coruscant, Corellia…even Dxun and Onderon…but this place had a different feel from the people she’d seen already. ”It looks like I'm going to have to do a bit of shopping to blend in a bit more here…” she said quietly, pulling off the few bits of armor she’d ‘procured’ on Dxun from some unlucky mercenaries. Considering these pieces had stood up to Vex’s saber and her pike, she decided it might be best to keep them…so she had. Heading back up the ramp, she tossed the shoulder pads and elbow guards into their…her…room. Left only with the shin guards and gauntlets, she headed back out. Most of the day was spent looking through shops and striking up casual conversations with people, slowly gathering information of the planet from the people who lived there as well as looking for something to not only help her blend in more, but cover her pike. Collapsed as it may have been, it wasn’t small…certainly not as small as a lightsaber hilt; not unless it was a very long hilt. Then again, she’d never seen a dual bladed lightsaber hilt before. She had just about given up for the day (despite the nagging feeling in the force that she was missing something still), and was going to go get some food when she saw it…that Corellian green and 2nd-class bloodstripe gold catching her eye easily through the shop window. Eressea noticed the change in her partner’s stance and looked in the same direction, just as Aunna started moving. The shop owner had just come to the door and started to turn the lock when he noticed Aunna, eyes momentarily latched onto the coat, before she looked at him. He couldn’t help but chuckle and open the door as she arrived. “Hello there, young lady…see something you like, did you?” ”I…well, yes, actually. It’s a coat I saw…but if you’re closing…”“Hah…no, it’s no problem, come on in and take a look.” She didn’t have to be told twice. Slipping past him with a mild smile and a thank you, she immediately went to the coat in question. As she looked at the rack it was obvious that there were others similar to it, but that was the only one of its color and exact design that was left. Now if only it fits…she mused as Eres sidled off her shoulder. “You’re not from around here, are you?” Pausing as she took it off the hanger, Aunna shook her head slightly. ”No. I’ve never been here before, but I hear it’s a nice enough place to live.” The man nodded as he leaned against the desk, beginning to straighten out the receipts of the day while Aunna shrugged on the coat. It was certainly a sturdy thing, made of good, weather resistant, material that came all the way down to mid-calf in the back. The sleeves almost couldn’t be called that, as they were more like fabric that hung down over the arms to the wrist, but no matter which way she moved her arms, or how she moved them, they were always covered. Like she’d noticed earlier, the golden material that was sewn over the shoulder and down the front matched the color of the piping along her brown pants almost perfectly. It only zipped from her waist up, but that was just fine…it left the rest open for fluid movement. In fact, the whole thing seemed meant for fluid, easy, unrestricted movement. With a high collar whose material flowed into a hood and the lining on the satiny-looking, green, weather lining and a nearly perfect fit, she had to say this coat seemed like it was meant to keep out any and all kinds of weather in any and all situations. Best of all, it did a wonderful job of concealing both her blaster and her pike. ”You know…I'm not typically one to look for clothes. I don’t even like clothes shopping…but this is one time I have to say that I'm happy I did.”Eressea could only shake her head, her wings shimmering an amused green through the ‘veins’ of them briefly. The owner seemed to share her amusement as he too chuckled. “Well, it seems to suit you well enough, and it matches that piping on your pants…haven’t been able to sell it to anyone else since I got it in. Guess that’s what the Mythics would say was the work of the Mythos.” Pulling off the coat and walking over to the counter, Aunna would lift an eyebrow slightly as she set the coat down for him to scan the tag. ”Is that so? Yes…it does seem rather fortuitous, doesn’t it? By the way…I’ve been hearing a lot about these ‘Mythics’ and I'm curious about them. You wouldn’t happen to know where I might be able to meet any of them, would you?”“Oh, they come and go…I’ve heard that they like the etherium lounges…” ”Etherium?”All the man could do was chuckle and shake his head as he took the payment from her. “Just go find one, Miss, and try not to get too high off the stuff. You’ll see what I mean.” Aunna could only blink at him, then look to Eressea questioningly. The little REA was already a step ahead, looking up the word for any information there might be. “Alrighty, it’s all yours now…lemme get that tag off for you and you can just wear it on out.” Smiling honestly for the first time in nearly a week, she thanked him and pulled the coat back on, zipping it up before letting Eressea climb back up to her shoulder and walking out into the fading daylight. As it turned out, she didn’t have to search hard for one of these ‘Etherium lounges’…but when she found one, she almost wasn’t sure she wanted to enter or not. The place was filled with a thick sort of incense that, while it wasn’t bad smelling, it wasn’t something she necessarily liked either. Still…if this was where they came, this was the best place to be. As she entered and sat at one of the low tables, Eressea hopped down onto the table and looked up at her. ”Are you sure this is where you want to be? I'm getting some strange readings on the chemical content of the air in here…””When on Mandalore…do as the Mandalorians do. Though I doubt I’ll be smoking any of this stuff…the smell alone is strange enough,” she murmured as she watched the servers move around the small lounge serving food or refilling the large ‘community’ pipes that were set up on various tables, the people around them puffing on the snaking tubes that were connected to the large hookah. Yeah…certainly something I'm not going to try if I can help it.Now...if only she could get some food and hook a Mythic, she might be getting somewhere. It...would be nice to continue her training...even with Vex gone. With that thought she sighed, sat back, and waited.
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Dire Wolf
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 5, 2011 11:27:52 GMT -5
( planetmedia.gamespy.com/images/00/11/1132_BareMidriffLeatheFrontside.jpgher clothes are not unike this, only sans the pistol, the pipboy, and paint it red. And yeah... I've wanted to do this for awhile. >_> Sorry for the lack of "ohai" and jank) Lyssah gave a heavy sigh and ran her hand through her silken raven hair. Ever since Magdalena had 'exposed' her to Etherium on the Heaven, she hadn't been able to keep her hypersensitive nose out of the stuff. After her fated meeting with Averia, she practically made a B line for Aiaru, the mythics, and the substance that had slowly devoured her thoughts. After minding the mythics, and Kvothe, she learned that the body builds up a certain tolerance for Etherium over time. Those already gleaming green eyes lit up even more as she stepped into the etherium bar, her nose catching traces of the wondrous material coming from the community hookahs. Trace as they were, the particles in her nose almost made her run to the nearest pipe... though she didn't. Lys was still a member of the Stellar Mythics, she bore their crest on her shoulder, and so she still had to act like one... even if she was new. Her crimson top and trousers hugged her body, their protection good for defeating some of the more minor blows as opposed to a death blow. The fiery orange phoenix emblazoned on her vest seemed to gleam in the dim light as she sat down curtly, the tip of her sword's scabbard lightly clanking against the deck as she did so. Some part of her mind recognized a presence within the Force, one that she hadn't sensed for a long time... though now it seemed more focused than before. Though its power wasn't nearly as refined as hers, or even a youngling that had three or four years of training under his belt. But it was refined nonetheless. Her mind quickly discounted that. The presence didn't feel malicious, so what did it matter? Ly leaned forward, grabbing the pipe as she did so, and for a moment... she simply gazed at the smoking end of the aperture. Another part of her mind told her that it was wrong to take the etherium, to grant herself the focus that she hadn't been able to achieve for so long beforehand. That part of her mind only made it a guilty pleasure, and Lys found that she was only teasing herself by peering at the end of the pipe. Her heart beating heavily in her ears, she wrapped her lips around the hookah's pipe and breathed deep. Relief instantly washed into her as those fumes filled her lungs, only to hang there for a few moments before being forced out. She watched as the smoke curled from her nose, and leaned back against the chair as if she'd sat on a couch after a long day at work. Her green eyes slowly drifted closed as the etherium worked its magic within her, and the endorphins within her brain absolutely lost their minds. So there she sat, laying against the chair as the hallucinogenic compound went to work on her brain...
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Post by Rugs on Feb 7, 2011 15:41:24 GMT -5
"Has our word come in yet?" Kvothe paced irritably in the cramped back of the ship. Gold and orange filled his eyes for the time being, and he was about as snappy as the combination might indicate. "Patience, Kvothe," one of his companions, a Fosh from the Light's Guide, urged in his usual near-monotone. Vyzyn, he was called. "We've not even arrived at the city. All things in time." Kvothe only spared Vyzyn a snort and an annoyed look. His hand brushed against the hilt of Talio, his second sword that'd been gifted to him on his return to Aiaru. "We don't have time to waste and you know it. This search has gone on long enough." He paused momentarily, giving the Forsh a long look before shaking his head and continuing his pacing. "Yeah well," started the pilot, a Nikto with a plain-spoken sense of sarcasm that had been working Kvothe nerves as of late, "you might want to hold grab onto something. Landing pad's coming up." The ship settled down as the last word left his mouth, and it did so in a manner that was a bit rougher than it should have been. Kvothe stumbled around for a moment, trying to keep his balance and glared at the Nikto. "Oops." The tone carried a notable lack of sincerity. Kvothe snarled. "If joking is the only thing you can do, Na'resh, then we might have been better off leaving you at the Tower." Na'resh stuck his scaly head out to the side of the seat, looking at Kvothe with a flat expression. "Look, Sword, it's not my fault you're so easy to mess with. Maybe if you'd, y'know, unwind a bit, things would go a bit better for you." "And maybe if you'd understand what's at stake here," Kvothe answered hotly, stepping forward with fists clenched, "you wouldn't act like such a damn fo-" "Kvothe, Na'resh, calm down." Vyzen stood, placing himself between Kvothe, who was both larger and stronger than he, and Na'resh, who watched Kvothe with a dull look of interest plastered on his face. Orange, beady eye regarded Kvothe and Na'resh in turn, lingering calmly on each of them. "You are both on the same side. It is not right to bicker with each other." Silence hung over the trio, broken only by the soft humming of the engines as they slowly powered down. Finally, Kvothe spoke. "When he gets back in line, we won't have any problems." A quiet, smoldering anger still rode on his voice, much to Vyzyn's dismay. "Get back in line?" Na'resh's eyebrows would've been raised high, if he had any. "Look here, First Sword Algaterra, you might be a captain among your own people, but I'm gonna let you in on something: I am not a Sword. So you can take this 'get back in line' nonsense and shove it up up you-" "Both of you, stop it!" Vyzyn's voice was growing louder, sterner, but it was ignored. "It's people like you, Na'resh, that are helping to get us into the mess we're already stuck in!" He stepped forward, pushing Vyzyn out of the way as he pointed an accusing finger at the Nikto. "Your indifference wil-" "Will what?" Na'resh cut Kvothe off. He didn't stand, didn't even move, but he met the Rilan's glare directly. "What, just because I know one person won't change the course of this all, I'm kind of... traitor or something? Is that it? You think we all need to be hardliners like you?" A snort, loud and rough, was enough to tell how he felt about that. "What are gonna do when you find this suspect anyway? Kill her like you killed that girl?" Kvothe's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You go too far, Na'resh." "Kvothe, come on. Step outside." Vyzen tried to move Kvothe back by tugging on an arm. His efforts got him a step or two, but that was it. "Please, Kvothe. This is not the time or place for this. You must remain calm." The Fosh's begging and pleading fell on deaf ears. "Let me tell you something, Na'resh. If you eve-" Ping! Ping! "Hello?" They all stopped at the message and looked to the speeder's console. Na'resh glanced back at Kvothe for a moment and shook his head as he turned to answer it. "I read you. Who is this?" "Azan. Look, your girl is here. Description matches and we saw the tattoo. The circle with the three broken bars around it." The three Mythics looked at each other. Azan was the owner of a certain lounge, and the man they'd been waiting to hear from. The Unum target was there. Na'resh sighed, turning back to the comm. "Understood. We're on the way." "Alright. Be quick, I don't know how long she'll be here." Kvothe was already turning to leave. He paused at the back, waiting as doors opened and the ramp slid down to the landing pad. "You can stay here, Na'resh." A look of incredulity passed over the Nikto's face. "Are you kidding?" Kvothe didn't even look back at him. Instead he patted his leg to call Fas to his side. "No." Na'resh looked at Vyzyn, who could only look sadly back. "You know what, Algaterra? Fine. If you're so hell bent on being a hard-ass, I don't want to go with you." "Good," said Kvothe flatly as he started down the ramp. "You'd only get in the way. Come on, Vyzyn." -------------------------------------- It didn't take long to get to the place. It was a lounge that served small doses of Etherium to the populace, one of a few fairly new establishments in Demas. They were experimental. The Tower still kept a tight rein on the Etherium trade, especially with the Unum's continued growth in power, and permission for such things weren't handed out lightly, but it was something. Kvothe had never been in one, though. He could get all the Etherium he needed back in the Tower, and after his time in captivity, he'd lost much of his desire to use the stuff recreationally. But, if work took him to one... "Here we are..." Vyzyn tapped his spindly fingers pensively on the haft of his staff. It wasn't hard to tell that the Fosh was still bothered by Kvothe's argument with Na'resh. Kvothe studied his companion for a moment, rubbing a thumb idly on Pietas. "Why are you here, Vyzyn?" The question seemed to catch Vyzyn off guard. "Why am I here...? Kvothe, why do you ask?" "The Light's Guide doesn't normally involve themselves in such things. Why now?" "Oh..." Vyzyn looked back to the lounge's entrance, gathering his thoughts. "Well, everyone deserves a second chance. A chance at redemption. Don't you agree?" Kvothe was silent for a long moment. Fas settled down onto his haunches, looking up at him. Finally, he simply snorted and walked for the door. "Come on. Let's go in there and find her." {The afforementioned tattoo, symbol of the Unum. Click }
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Post by A®heim on Feb 9, 2011 1:50:22 GMT -5
A small Mythic-commissioned airspeeder set down nimbly alongside some sort of armed transport in the busy Demas shuttleport. Being one of the many civilian 'vessels' in use by the adaptive order, its design was simple, unmarked, and bore no armaments. With a tired hiss and whirr, the boarding ramp slid from point A to point dirt and its passenger departed. This was all perfectly usual--a sight seen thousands of times a day in the bustling capital--until Sona plodded down. Her nose was buried in an extensive list scrawled on a wrinkled scrap of parchment that she has only just now gotten around to committing to memory. This took exactly 0.0351974901 seconds as Sona literally had a computer for a brain and, resequencing out of the way, she was at last able to appease her synthetic senses in regards to her surroundings.
Oil stain. Litter. Cobweb. Crack in the entrance way. Unshaven Mechanic
This was in no way to say the port or its personnel were in any way disheveled or inadequate; it was one of the finer establishments she had seen in fact, but that didn't keep that little subconscious program of hers from ticking off every tiny flaw in the- Sona gasped. Someone had had the audacity, nay, the negligence to not only stack a pile of aerofoil scaffolding neatly but to even put one of them on the pile upside-down. What soulless creature could do that purposely or otherwise? How could any marginally sentient being be capable of stepping away from such an atrocity with a feeling of accomplishment? It was simply unacceptable and Sona added her own small annotation to the digital list to psycho-analyze (interrogate) every last employee until the culprit was found and made to atone. After grocery shopping.
"You'll be alright then, Doc? Sure you don't want an escort?" A Borneck in the simple, loose brown robes of a Stellar Mythic stood just inside the aperture of the airspeeder's cab, looking down at the small, animal-like droid--somewhat like a selonian, but considerably smaller with slightly different proportions.
FIDES unit 18, Sonatina, or "Sona", or "Doc", or "that droid that fetches the Infomancer's groceries" as she had suddenly been referred to as (and so much more) in the short time she had been among the quirky group of Force-oop, Mythos-sensitives, shifted her processes away from the dastardly stacking job and back towards her pilot. Magenta-tipped whiskers perked forward as she smiled up at him. I appreciate the chivalry, dear Qarren, but I'll be quite alright I assure you. Just a routine pickup of a few necessities; errands, really.
Qarren returned the smile from under his cloak and gave the Familiar a curt bow. "I'd just hate for us to lose you--quite a tempting grab off the streets for the less savory if you know what I mean" In the short time Sona had been among the Mythics she had already garnered a considerable level of respect from the data-worshiping culture. She had a lot of data. It was a good trade, even if they didn't know they were partaking in one.
I'll be careful, I promise. Magnus wouldn't have sent me if he didn't know me to capable of the job--he's a wise fellow if just a bit quasi-social. She took a shortcut to point dirt about halfway down the ramp, landing lightly on all fours before straightening herself back up onto her hindquarters. I would appreciate a return trip, however, if you don't mind waiting.
"Not at all. Stay safe." The Borneck gave the droid a send-off in the form of a short salute and cycled the hatch closed.
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Some people, when served a plate of food, immediately devour their favorite bits. Maybe out of some lack of self-restraint, maybe the eggs just seem like they'd settle better on the belly than the corned beef hash, or maybe they're secretly hoping to get out of eating their greens on the excuse of a full stomach. Sona much fancied herself the opposite--greens first, save the steak for last. Unfortunately for her, she was entirely incapable of partaking in either dish and thus the metaphor was rendered useless. Mostly. She just had to apply it to other aspects of her 'life'.
With several newly purchased trinkets and alchemical sundries secured in the custom magnalui (one fact she had established early on was that much of Aiaru's wildlife was...weird) hide harness on her back, she entered a particular establishment to acquire the final, and possibly most important order: refined etherium powder. The heavy stuff. Permit-only stuff. Sona liked having a permit to things, and she liked this place. The moment she entered her chemical sensors were bombarded with various psycho-manipulative alerts and atmospheric quality warnings as if even she were being thrown for a trip by the potent drug. Even worse were her unique integrated biorhythm and emotional stress monitors--it was like putting a hearing aid in each ear, turning them all the way up, and then sticking one's head into a nest of giant, cosmic space hornets.
Maybe like was too strong a word.
Deciding that there were an even larger number of nutcases than usual hanging around the place and that a vast majority (100%) of them had not put in appointments with her for private consultation, Sona weaved her way up to and onto the thick wooden counter top. The withdrawal counter was much like that at an old bank, only older. In place of the once common transparisteel, wrought-iron bars stood in need columns between her and the glassy-eyed distributer on the other side who looked as if he had been skimming a bit more off the top than usual this week. Wrought-iron really should have disturbed her, what with its natural ruggedness and asymmetry, but that's just what appealed to her--its state was a natural one, not a blunder of flesh nor element, the latter of which being much less capable of blundering. So she had quirks of her own up in that chrome cranium. Forget the Hippocratic Oath, hers was more of a hypocritical one. Lunacy leading the lunatics.
There was also a scratch in the counter. Mahogany? Not likely. And that fellow over there had his coat on inside-out. And that hookah was a different color than the others. Why? Was it special? Did an older one break? Is it the only older one not broken? Why was there an REA sitting over there?
"Ehh, Sonatina. Es goot t' see you. 'Ere for the shipment, ehh?" The raspy whisper of the Ubese distributer snapped her out of her obsessive compulsion reverie. Oh! Yes...I have the permit with me right-
"I's know whos you 'erk for, not need 'ell me twice, eh?" The bedraggled clerk dropped a drawstring pouch, no bigger than a marble big and not nearly filled to full capacity, through the rusted chute that passed below the bars. "I justs put i' on the tab."
Sona nodded her thanks, trying not to snatch the pouch in too hurried a fashion that would betray her desire to get out of this place. On the bright side, at least it wasn't Electrum Jace. Wizard help her, it had been her first day too...
Ahem. Soooona...there's an REA over there. Don't recognize it. Must be 13. Otherwise it would just skip from 12 to 14 with the big "CLASSIFIED" in the middle being meaningless. They really need to be more clever when trying to hide information from us. Maybe they aren't really trying. REA. Right. Who's that with him? Her? It? For now. The coat matches the pants quite well. Eye color seems a bit off. Probably wearing contacts. Why? The gentlemen to her right's left cuff-link is undone.
Using the drawstrings on the pouch, she tied the package securely around her neck and began to worm her way through drunken legs, trying her best to avoid the unsavory types Quarren was talking about. How does one tell? They all look unsavory! As the journey stretched out to an eternity she began to contemplate exactly what she was going to say. Should she upright and ask if that droid was indeed her hushed cousin on the secret mission? Casually seat herself nearby and see if they engage the encounter first? So many options and time was up. Finding the seat to the woman's left unoccupied, she altered that status, clambering up onto it awkwardly taking precaution not to rupture the precious etherium pouch.
If you were a tree, what sort of tree would you be?
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 9, 2011 7:49:23 GMT -5
(( Dragonfly wing link 1, dragonfly wing link 2, and wasp wings link “Each pair of wings (wasp) is attached to the other by hooks to form one membrane.” )) Eressea could only shake her head and clamber from off the table onto Aunna’s lap as she clicked through the rounds for her stinger system idly and dimmed the brightness of her wings to lower the energy requirements of the projector. As the sever came around, Aunna not only ordered herself a drink and some food, but a measure of this ‘etherium’ stuff…she could feel the curious and questioning thoughts of others on her…though they mainly seemed to hover just barely away from her. Eressea? The empty hookah? She couldn’t tell, but she could order the stuff and just use it for show…as she’d said to her little droid companion: ‘When on Mandalore’…or in this case, ‘When on Aiaru…’ ”I thought you weren’t going to be using…””Not to worry, I won’t be…but you can’t deny that it would appear more odd for me not to at least have the cover prepared and useable…”Eres scoffed just slightly, her wings laced with yellow and a shimmering rainbow of far lighter, and less distinguishable, other colors. Again Aunna noticed how her wing shape was slowly beginning to change…or maybe it was her imagination? When she’d first received the little REA those wings had been distinctly recognizable. Two sets of two wings each, dragonfly wings…very separate, no real pattern or marking to them, all the same size…but now they seemed different. There were still four wings in total, but the hind two seemed smaller now, and often melded with the larger front wings as if attached. There was also a distinct pattern of lines in them now amid the mosaic pattern that threaded its way through them. An odd, yet striking, combination of wasp’s wings and her original dragonfly wings had become her ‘norm’…and while it still seemed strange, the appearance also seemed fitting. It certainly seemed in keeping with the droid’s “stinger” programming. For a moment Aunna wondered if the change was intentional or accidental. That, however, was before she caught new movement at the door and a brilliant presence in the force. As those greenish hued eyes turned to the source, Aunna had to catch herself from letting her jaw go slack. Raven hair, emerald eyes, a face she certainly recognized and hardly looked any older than when she’d first met the woman… ”Force help me, it’s Rhissai.” Eressea’s head picked itself up again from its position on her front claws and twisted around to see what her partner was looking at, a bit more concerned yellow and protective orange shimmering in her wings. ”Who? Should I be concerned?””I don’t know yet. Rhissai, she is…maybe was…a jedi I met several years back.””Another jedi?” She sighed slightly and shook her head. Vex seemed to be right about Aunna attracting them like flies to honey, but the little droid knew better than to mention the man to her companion at the moment. ”My goodness…at this rate you’ll have someone to teach you in no time. But what in the galaxy would a jedi be doing here. Wouldn’t you think the Mythics would have everything under control on their own planet?”Aunna shook her head slightly and turned her attention back to the crowd at large so as not to attract the other woman’s attention until she’d decided what to do. ”Honestly, Eres…I'm tired of skulking. I didn’t do anything wrong. If anyone could understand this, it would be her, right?” The little dragon looked back at her partner silently for a moment, those sharp talons tapping lightly against her leg through the new coat. The assumed-traitor could practically see her processors working, even as the REA looked back over her shoulder to the woman sitting. Finally, after several moments, Eressea stood and turned about once before curling up like a cat, facing the direction opposite of what she had been before. Only then did she look back at Aunna who had just received her drink and was finally taking a few sips of it. ”Well…there’s no way to tell for certain aside from speaking to her. However, she is wearing a symbol associated with the Mythics. It could be that she’s no longer a jedi, as you implied might be the case. If you know her already, she may be your best bet for information on the group as well as for a teacher. On the other hand…””Yes, I know the other hand. She may still be a jedi, or hold enough allegiance to the Republic to say something that could be detrimental to me…and it isn’t as if I could hide who I am from her, even with all of this get-up and the best lie in the galaxy.”All Eressea could do was nod, and watch, waiting for Aunna’s ultimate decision on the matter. The thing was…she didn’t seem keen on making one. Perhaps she just doesn’t wish to make a hasty one. That would be good, at least, the droid mused to herself before settling for a semi-translucent game of pong as she watched the crowd beyond it. Aunna, on the other hand, was sipping idly on her drink, every once in a (very long) while pulling on the disposable mouthpiece of the hookah, and immediately letting the smoke drift from her mouth without ever honestly letting the stuff get a good shot into her lungs other than through the air around her. Her food had just arrived when an odd sight caught her (or more so Eressea’s) attention. It started as a flicker on her readouts…another droid…then, as it got closer, she started recognizing power output levels. Typically not something to look for, or raise any flags, even for the cautious REA. No, it wasn’t until she had run a clear scan of the signature that she raised her head and shut off her game…just in time to watch a FIDES stroll through the door. So surprised was she that not only did her wings shimmer a full yellow etched with lines of green, but she stood and hopped up onto the table, garnering Aunna’s full attention as well. The attention swiftly moved from her familiar, to what her familiar was looking at… another familiar! Tugging lightly on the end of Eressea’s tail, she got the baffled droid to pay attention long enough to suggest searching PF’s databank for which one this might be, and who he/she/it might belong to. Swift as anything, the familiar Familiar databank popped open on the unlit HUD of the draconic droid. Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling…et voila…there it was, all nice and compact. Mostly. ”FIDES 18, Sonatina, apparently. Partner to one Magnus Sententia, a male Rishii…Mythic. Well, isn’t that fortuitous?” Aunna gave her partner a sarcastically chiding look and shook her head, chuckling softly as she picked at her food. ”Be nice, Eres. I just seem to have a few options now is all…and options are never bad.” Except for when I don’t -want- options. She sighed a bit and took another bite of her food, attempting to bar the thoughts of a certain dark jedi from her mind. Picking up her glass, she swirled the amber liquid around a few times, her mind not allowing her to keep all her thoughts from seeping through. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, there was a psychoanalyst on the way. Something Eressea had…casually neglected to mention about her younger cousin. “If you were a tree, what sort of tree would you be?” Aunna paused in her thoughts, her mind flickering back to her home world and the areas she had haunted in her youth. ”Either a redwood tree, or a ‘red dragon’ maple tree.” ((note: Japanese maple tree)) To her the answer was simple enough. ”Or perhaps a weeping cherry tree…though I don’t think I’d want to be a tree at all.” Finally she looked over to the sound of the digitized voice and the FIDES that sat close by her table. ”I didn’t expect to see another one of you here besides Eres, you know,” she stated calmly before patting the tabletop as an invitation of sorts, then taking a drink as she’d intended. She had been about to introduce herself (sort of), when a storm seemed to arrive on the doorstep of the lounge. Aunna couldn’t help but sigh and sit back, listening to the howling and dissonant chords of what might have once been (and still held echoes of) a nice ‘tune’ in the force. Accompanying that mental-ear rupturing presence was a far more docile one…troubled, but not out of tune, not dissonant and out of sorts like the first. Glancing at Eressea, she nodded slightly to the door, the REA turning her head in the same direction. The two that entered were immediately scanned and targeted. If they already had Aunna’s attention even before they were in the building, chances were that something was wrong. Aunna, on the other hand, was simply going to wait and play it cool… …for now.
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Post by Rugs on Feb 10, 2011 15:42:05 GMT -5
Two doormen stood before the curving double doors that lead into the lounge. One looked to be human or some near human species, and the other was a Bimm, of all things. Apparently they'd noticed the sword that hung through Kvothe's green sash, not that it was a hard thing to see, exposed as it was. It only took a moment for Kvothe to give his reason for being there. Understanding flashed across the duo's faces and then they stepped aside with polite bows and allowed the two Mythics (and Fas) to enter.
The double doors slid open with a hiss, Kvothe and Vyzyn stepped into the lounge. The interior of the place was quiet, relaxed. Quiet, soothing music played over the speakers and a quiet din of conversation was settled over the top of that. Over it all was the unmistakable scent of Etherium.
Kvothe inhaled the smell of the stuff as he glanced around in the low light. People were scattered here and there, talking with friends or enjoying their Etherium usage on their own. One of them is the heretic. One of them will be leaving with us. Unless the target proved to be uncooperative. While it wasn't something he hoped for, Kvothe would not hesitate to simply execute her here. If I have to, I will. It's for the good of the Order. He started to walk through the lounge. It's for the good of Aiaru.
"Vyzyn, stay up here and look around," he muttered to his companion. "I need to speak with Azan. I won't be long."
The Fosh nodded. "I will, Kvothe." There was a pause as he seemed to consider something. Then he laid a spindly-fingered hand on Kvothe's shoulder. "Please, Kvothe, remember that you're here for an arrest. Nothing more. The Tower court will administer justice as they see fit. It is not our place to do so."
A gold-rimmed eye turned to look back at the Fosh. For a short moment, Kvothe simply looked. Then he grunted something that might have been acknowledgement. He turned away from Vyzyn's grip and walked off to the back of the lounge.
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That Sword is trouble. A scaled hand passed over the comm to check it. Had to be sure it was on in case a message came back from the lounge. I don't know why they even let him out of the Tower.
Satisfied with his rudimentary checks of the speeder's systems, Na'resh leaned back in his seat with his hands thrown behind his head. The Nikto wasn't mad, necessarily, but Kvothe's zealotry was an issue--an issue that no one else seemed to worry about. Were it up to him, the Rilan wouldn't leave the Tower until he'd worked through whatever bout of madness was laying hold to him. Unfortunately, he didn't get to make such decisions, so here was Kvothe, loose on the streets of Demas, and absolutely hell-bent on carrying out some crusade.
"Only gonna lead to trouble," he muttered as he kicked his legs up the console. Maybe it was good that he'd been left behind; he didn't want any part of what that Sword was going to do, and being there wouldn't do any good. Na'resh shook his head.
A sudden knocking back at the entry ramp caught his attention. With a sigh and a few grumble, he let his feet down from the console and stood up. He stretched, throwing his arms out to the side and bending back juuuust so to get that nice pop in his back. "Port authority!" The voice called. "Just here to check on you!"
"Yeah, yeah, hold on," the Nikto grumbled irritably. "What do you want, anyway? Gave you damn people all you needed when I landed." He paused near the control panel for moment to put in the five-digit code to get the ramp down and the door open. Then he moved to the back to speak to the visitor.
The man that was waiting below wore the uniform of a worker. He was tall and lean, with midnight black hair that was kept back in a ponytail, even if it did seem to be a bit long. His eyes were slate grey, though there seemed to be threads of another color in them. Silver, perhaps? It was hard to tell with the natural eye color. Na'resh shrugged mentally. "What do you wan-"
There was a shift within the man. A curtain in the Mythos raised and a presence flooded out. Na'resh's scaly brow furrowed. This man was a sensitive. A strong sensitive. "Who the hell are you?"
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"We're set."
Vyzyn turned at the sound of Kvothe's voice. He'd been walking around, checking the lounge for signs of trouble. "That was swift."
"We already worked the details out before we got here. Azan only needed to see me." Kvothe looked around the lounge, searching for the woman. "The doors are locked. We need only to find her. Have you seen her?"
"No, not yet," Vyzyn said. "I suspected that I'd have more time to lo-... Kvothe?" The Sword had left on Vyzyn's denial and proceeded to start a search of his own. "Wait, Kvothe!"
Kvothe paid him no heed though. He paused near one woman that seemed to fit the description at first blush. Auburn hair, middling height, a face that looked close.... He stopped to look at her (and the strange droid that was near her) for a moment. No. The tattoo wasn't there.
And what was Magnus' droid doing here? Out getting groceries again, no doubt.
"Kvothe," Vyzyn said quietly. "Look. There, in the corner."
"Hm?" Kvothe followed the Fosh's finger. Then he saw her. She sat alone in a far corner, reading a datapad. "There. That must be her." He stalked off after her.
"Kvothe! Wait, remember what we're here for!"
If Kvothe heard, he gave no sign of it. When he reached the woman, he reached out and brushed some of the hair to the side. And there, worked into her cheek with dark blue ink, was the tattoo.
Of course the woman didn't appreciate some strange man coming from nowhere and touching her like that. She turned to slap him, but Kvothe simply caught her by the wrist, and taking her shoulder firmly in his other hand, hauled her up from her seat and tossed her to the ground. Talio's point came to rest just under her chin.
She screamed.
He ignored it.
Fas hissed.
Vyzyn looked and felt more distraught than he had all day. "Kvothe!"
"You, filth," he said firmly, "are under arrest, by the authority of the Tower. If you come peacefully, all will go well for you. If you do not..." He snorted. "I can make no gaurantees."
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Post by A®heim on Mar 3, 2011 13:08:16 GMT -5
Good answer. I wouldn't much like to be a tree, either. Sona tilted her head sideways slightly, whiskers pulsing a brighter coloration. The feeling is mutual--Aiaru is one of the last places I'd expect to find a Familiar. One like us, at least; many of the Mythics have familiars but it's a slightly different relationship. Lower case "F." She turned with an air of repressed curiosity to look her older cousin over from snout to tail. You must be 13, then, Eres? I'll admit that's about all the data I've compiled on you. You're a shadowy little secret, you know that?
She gave the REA a soft smile while subconsciously logging every observable detail she could find in her. Every dent was given a ballistics check; plasma burn, chitin claw, acid corrosion lightsaber damage? What had she been up to? Sona also had a previous datalog on REA personality expression, more specifically that of their wing design and color tendencies. What curious hybrid wingshape... She shook her head. Sorry, I don't mean to stare. As you probably know already, I'm FIDES 18. They call me Sona. It is a pleasure to me-
<Proximity Alert>
New Biorhythm Signature detected Condition: Unstable
Analyzing mental patterns...
Subject Identified: ID#F23409D
Faction: Stellar Mythic
Subconscious alignment: Questionable
Suggested treatment: Intravertal Therapy/Acupuncture Suggested incense: Pinelemon
Personal subject notes: Wild mood swings, uptakes a jovial facade to supress suspected pychological trauma. Odd affinity with sharp objects. Shares a <Mythos Subject: mental link> with a juvenile <Wildlife Subect: Flickercat>--observe possible personality backlash effects. Observe possible suicidal or homicidal tendencies. That's odd, what's Kvothe doing here? Pulled from her short introduction, she tracked the most certainly armed pair of Mythics across the room and up to a young woman--not so dissimilar in appearance to the mysterious lady in the green coat she was making acquaintance with. She ran a quick scan with the SEER.
<Subject Unknown> Biorhythmics stable Logging new entry...
Kvothe grabbed her wrist. Sona winced at her scream.
<ALERT> Subject emotional flux Designation: Terror Suggested Treatment: Admonish Kvothe
Epidermal pigmentation identified
Treatment Overidden
A similar analysis of the woman sitting next to her revealed a level of apprehension. Understandable. Don't be alarmed. That woman is of the Potissimus Egregius Unum, traitors to our order. That man arresting her is Kvothe Algaterra--he's on our side. She didn't vocalize the last part of that thought train. I hope...
She sighed, sitting back on her haunches and resting one front paw upon the other in a troubled manner. What little constrained peace we have enjoyed is growing thin. The ice is thawing and I fear an imminent plunge...
"You, filth, are under arrest, by the authority of the Tower. If you come peacefully, all will go well for you. If you do not...I can make no guarantees."
That one in particular, She continued, watching the confrontation morosely, he worries me most. His brother defected from the order not to long ago...he's led a difficult past with that emotional burden... She looked back to Eres and Aunna. You have not come upon us at our finest moment.
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Qarren had been laying back in the pilot's seat, eyes closed in what some would call meditation and what he would call a light snooze, when the wave nearly knocked him out of the seat. A presence just unveiled itself close by, a potent one. A familiar one. A dark one. His eyes flashed to a long, slender pike in the corner of the cockpit, a small segment of it caught a beam of sunlight and shined brilliantly. The weapon had been used a grand total of about four times, three of which were not in combat. This wasn't going to change today. He did, however, keep his sword at his belt in case things should have to come to what he dreaded they might.
The tall, black-haired man would hear the sound of a sword unsheathed several meters away as Qarren drew a flawless silver sabre from the scabbard at his hip and snapped it down to a formal ready fencing position. He spoke only one word with all the resentfulness due to a former brother in arms that had committed such atrocities as this man had.
"You."
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Mar 3, 2011 22:26:02 GMT -5
“Good answer. I wouldn’t much like to be a tree, either.”
Aunna chuckled at that. Well, at least she was giving good answers today? ”Oh? I doubt the lower case ‘F’ is the only difference. I remember stories about familiars from when I was young…seemed a bit more complex than that. Funny…I’ll have to remember it’s far more simple.” She was teasing, of course, if only mildly.
“You must be 13, Eres?...” The REA nodded slightly, her wings shimmering an amused green for a few moments before dulling back into that translucent pattern of vague colors to simulate the ‘clear’ membranes of actual wings.
”I suppose I am, but with good reason and intentions.”
Aunna could only chuckle again. Quite the talkative one, Eres. Well, she wasn’t so bad if they were somewhere she felt was safe to talk openly. The woman had to give her familiar one thing: she certainly took her task seriously. Ever since the incident with the combat arachnids on Carida, the REA just hadn’t quite been the same. Aunna knew the droid saw it as a failure for herself, that she’d taken the situation ‘to heart’. It was a subtle enough change, considering how new the REA was to her, but it was noticeable. Everything after that only compounded the problem.
“What a curious hybrid wing shape…”
Eressea merely shrugged, her head turning toward the door as Aunna nodded slightly in that direction. A slight sound of something charging up could be heard from her chassis, barely more than a whisper, before a soft click. Both woman and droid watched the movements of the two men, Eressea far more noticeably than Aunna. Honestly, the woman had a bad feeling about this whole thing…from the moment she’d felt the man who had…
He’d stopped in front of her and glared at her.
A single eyebrow lifted at his look, a defensive ripple of emotion surging through her before he moved on. Huffing, her mind turned back to Vex. If she hadn’t been afraid of that man, she certainly wouldn’t let this one daunt her. The thought both amused, and stung, her.
“That’s odd, what’s Kvothe doing here?”
”Kvothe. Is that what the walking death metal man’s name is then?”
”I don’t like this Aunna. We should leave.”
The voice in her ear caught her off guard, though she immediately knew the source. She’d nearly completely forgotten she’d even put in the ear piece that was connected to Eressea’s frequency. Looking over to the REA, she shook her head slightly. The annoyed pale yellow-orange that shimmered through her wings was met with a shrug of her shoulders. Aunna wanted to see what was going to happen, to see if she could get a clearer picture of who (or what) the man was. She was displeased (to put it mildly) to see that the next woman he’d gone over to was not only grabbed, but thrown to the floor and a sword pointed at her throat.
That had her sitting up, one hand drifting toward her belt.
“Don’t be alarmed…”
Not alarmed…pissed.
”Please don’t get involved…”
Aunna ignored the hushed voice of Eres as she focused more on what Sona was saying.
“Egregius Unum, traitors to our order.”
That had ‘green’ eyes snapping from the scene to the rubber-skin coated FIDES. Eressea shifted just slightly, her wing color deepening to a darker orange with hints of yellow. That hadn’t been something good to say.
“--He’s on our side.”
”So this is what your order does to traitors, hmm? Eres, I think I’ve made my decision.”
That hadn’t been what the REA was expecting, and it caught her by surprise. Opening her mouth for a moment, she shut it again and looked between the three; Aunna, Sona, and Kvothe with the girl on the floor. ”I…see. Are you…sure?”
“You, filth, are under arrest, by the authority of the Tower. If you come peacefully, all will go well for you.”
Somehow Aunna doubted that.
“If you do not…I can make no guarantees.”
”Even I was treated with more manners, Eressea.”
The droid cringed at the cold tone that accompanied those words.
“That one in particular, he worries me most.”
And rightfully so, Aunna mused irritably, stabbing at her food for a moment before continuing to eat as Sona laid out a portion of the man’s past. She snorted slightly before huffing a dark chuckle. ”Didn’t send me over the edge like that,” she grumbled softly before taking another bite.
“You have not come upon us at our finest moment.”
”Obviously.”
Eressea shifted around again, looking back over her shoulder to Aunna and wondering just what was going through the woman’s mind. This seemed so a-typical for her…perhaps the separation from her counterpart was taking more of a toll on the woman than she’d originally anticipated? In part it was true. Aunna was most certainly sore about the topic of traitors in conjunction to the ebony-eyed man, and certainly the treatment of this particular traitor. However, she wasn’t about to get involved in this situation…not unless something drastic happened. She didn’t know the dynamics of the planet or what the woman was wanted for, so she had no business poking her nose in for a little rough handling…just so long as blood wasn’t spilled. For a moment her mind had flickered back to the haunting ‘what if’ of what her life might be like now had she not saved Vex’s life. The thought irked her in more than one way.
Second thoughts? That alone had her blood heated. No, she wasn’t sorry and she mentally kicked herself for even considering following that mental path. But he left you…was using you…why shouldn’t you have second thoughts after something like that? She huffed quietly into her drink at the mental rebuttal to her irritation. The answer to that was simple…three fold, but simple: 1) she had owed him for how many times he’d helped her, protected her, even healed her. 2) She still loved him, even if the feeling wasn’t mutual. It was foolish, but true. 3) There was no point in asking ‘what if’ because the ‘what if’ could never happen now. She’d had choices, known the consequences, and made her decisions…there was no going back. That didn’t mean, however, that some part of her didn’t want to at points such as this one.
Why else did the thought rankle her? Simple…she’d given up everything for that man (her whole life as she’d known it) to become a (supposed) traitor (like that woman), and all he’d been doing was using her. No, it was worse than just using me…worse even than making me believe he helped me all those times because he cared about me at all…he made me believe he -loved- me. Maybe she really had unintentionally become a traitor? The silence that had descended over the room didn’t help her thoughts any, the memory of her ‘guardian’ telling her not to fall prey to this kind of thinking…to believing that she really was a traitor…floating to the surface of her mind and scalding her further. Turning her eyes from her plate to the woman on the floor and the menacing man above her, she knew just how close she’d been to that sort of situation; felt the (still very real) threat of capture, isolation, and execution.
Subconsciously, one hand ran down the front of her throat to rid it of the remembered feeling of the tight prison uniform collar, and the chaffed and raw skin in caused. After relieving her subconscious of that feeling her hand dropped to let her hands rid her wrists of the same thing even though she knew there were no binders on her. ”Eres…you have the tranquilizers ready?”
The REA turned her head sharply to look at her companion as she muttered her question.
”I…yes.”
”Good. Prioritize them according to danger level. Tag the girl and this ‘Kvothe’ first if things start to get out of hand.”
Those holographic wings flicked slightly, but Eressea nodded anyway. At least it was a better idea than Aunna barging in and putting herself in danger…she hoped.
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Post by Rugs on Mar 4, 2011 12:36:00 GMT -5
Even before the woman spoke, the Mythos started to stir. It stirred within Kvothe, around Kvothe, and at his command and the stretching out of two of the fingers on Talio's hilt, it acted. Oh yes, he'd given her a choice, and he had not misspoken when he issued it; if she caused trouble, she would be dealt with. Even so, the Sword, as zealous as he might have been, realized that this place was public. If she attacked him, or anyone attacked him for that matter, he would respond in kind, but steps could still be taken, precautions laid in place to make that less likely. It didn't lesson any of the hatred that flowed from him for the woman, or any of her kind, though.
But then again, she would still be dealt with, in the end. Simply in the confines of the Tower, rather than in the middle of downtown Demas.
As fingers moved, the very air around her would change. It almost seemed to condense, growing thick and heavy as he exerted his will onto it. Fear spiked through her at the feeling of weight pressing down onto her, but Kvothe paid it no mind. Slowly she started to lift into the air, and that weight, that pressure, began to enclose her being. Arms were forced and held to her side, legs were closed and held at length. He wove his power around her, forcing her back to stay straight, leaving no room for moving anything below her neck.
"Let me go!" She screamed at him as he finished turning her upright.
Kvothe simply stared at her flatly. His face was a flat, emotionless mask, and no emotion showed in his eyes beyond what was indicated by the gold and the thin ring of red. "I will not, filth." His voice was hard. Cold. But there was an undeniable edge to it, a threat of barely-contained heat that lurked just below the surface.
For the time being that heat, that fury, was contained. As long as it stayed contained, there would be no issues. Kvothe and Vyzyn would leave, prisoner in tow, and all would be well. The people in the lounge could continue about their business as they had been, albeit with a story to tell their friends and families.
'Never a dull day on Aiaru,' the saying went.
But if that fury melted through the ice of Kvothe's restraint...
"Stay calm, Kvothe." Vyzyn spoke quietly, easing a steadying hand onto the Sword's tense shoulder. "Everything is in hand."
Kvothe lowered Talio to his side, but he did not put the sword away. He could hold the woman without making gestures at her; they were only to aid concentration. His skill with telekinesis had long ago passed the point where he needed to point for menial tasks such as these. "You will be going with me whether you like or not. What state you leave this building in is entirely up to you, however. I told you, if you do not resist, you will be fine. However, if you do..." As he stuck Talio back through his sash, he held out his hand, palm up. He closed it ever so slightly.
The bonds around the woman tightened. Her face twisted into a grimace. Kvothe only shrugged as he let his hold on her return to what it had been. "Well, you'll be dealt with accordingly."
Vyzyn groaned softly. "Kvothe, please, listen. There is no need for intimidation like this. You have her. You needn't do any more."
Kvothe gave the Fosh a hard look, but he was right. He started to lift the woman off the ground to haul her off, but then he felt something in the Mythos.
Anger.
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"Who am I?" The tall man smiled boyishly. "Oh you know, an old friend." Na'resh frowned. That aura was far from friendly. And why was the man building up Mythos energ-
He threw his hands out in front of him to start forming a shield, but he'd been to slow. A concussive blast of energy took him dead on, shattered his fledgling barrier and hurled him back through the ship. He thudded down hard near the cockpit. Specks danced across his vision and his head felt like it was full of molasses as he sat up. "The hell was that?"
Back outside, Vorian chuckled to himself. It had been easy to get this disguise and make it work. A few bribes here, some minds twisted and manipulated there, and voila. So easy, if you know how... Hm? What's this? Someone else was approaching.
Vorian turned to the source of the second source and stopped, letting that mocking smile of his blossom on his face. Now here was a fellow he hadn't seen in a very long while!
"You."
"Qarren! So good to see you again!" The Rilan's voice was as mockingly warm as his expression. "Truth be told, I hadn't been expecting you, but..." he looked up at the sun, "well, I think I can make some time for you."
Where was the other Mythic? Vorian glanced back to the ship. He hadn't come back out yet. Good. He shifted his weight slightly, ever aware of the curved dagger he had tucked into his boot. Time is short.
"So tell me, Qarren," he said as his mind went out to that of the Mythic, enveloping it, pressing in at his consciousness from every direction, "how have you been these past few years, hm?"
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Kvothe's head swung around, following the anger to its source. It was the woman from earlier; the one he'd mistaken for his target. Auburn brows furrowed as he stared at her. What was her concern? Why would she get angry now, when he was dealing with a traitor?
Unless she's one of them...
His brow furrowed further. No, no, that couldn't be, right? He couldn't just start jumping at shadows. He wasn't crazed, after all...
Best to let her know where she stands here, though.
"I do not know what you're so angry at," he started as he began to move for the door, a path that took him near to her again. Though he looked at her directly, almost challengingly, he didn't make a move toward her, and stayed out of reach. Physical reach, anyway. "But you would be wise to stay out of matters that don't concern you."
And that was all he had to say, to her at least.
"Sona, do make sure this..." he looked to Magnus' Familiar and gestured offhandedly toward Aunna, "woman keeps herself out of trouble, will you?"
Fas was already at the door. The flickercat stopped there and turned about, waiting on his master.
Vyzyn, on the other hand, could only groan softly and fight the urge to put his face in his hands.
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Mar 26, 2011 22:16:31 GMT -5
Post by A®heim on Mar 26, 2011 22:16:31 GMT -5
((Ugh. Gotta get back into the swing of things. I haven't posted since what feels like the Dark Ages))
Aunna's biorhythm spiked at her mention of the Unum. Sona had struck a nerve and she recoiled visibly even before Aunna's head had turned. Her cousin's wings--an indicator of mood much like her whiskers--flared a cautionary yellow-orange, further serving to highlight her verbal blunder. She had continued all the same, though in a much quieter, more nervous tone, hoping to excuse both herself and the order she felt she was doing an awful job of representing.
Kvothe wasn't helping either.
Ironically for a psycho-analyst, Sonatina the FIDES exhibited more than a couple personality quirks herself, and so when the poor, OCD, low self-esteemed, semi-neurotic droid found herself pressed between the overly hostile arrest of a traitor to her new order whose ideals she had been happily accepting on faith, and the mystery agent of PF whose Familiar was arming some sort of horrible weapon that would used against Kvothe because she had surely said something that had upset her and Kvothe was angry at things and she was supposed to have the power to make everything all better but so far she was just making everything worse and someone was probably going to DIE.
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He had heard the stories, seen the damage, and as he stared into that mocking smile he felt how understandably uncomforting it was knowing one was about to die. Fear welled up through him alongside uncertainty. What was he doing? He couldn't win this fight.
"Qarren! So good to see you again! Truth be told, I hadn't been expecting you, but... well, I think I can make some time for you."
The voice, so lightly touching on the nonchalant, dismissing Qarren's sacrifice in excruciating humor, it brought rage tugging at the edges of his robes. It also frightened him. Vorian seemed so sure that this was simply another mosquito to swat--maybe pull a few of its legs off first. The fear had evolved into terror and both his demeanor and his physical self began to shake uncontrollably. The world felt like it was pressing in on him from all sides, making it difficult to concentrate or summon up anything resembling a reserve of confidence. Was he really this unprepared? No... this presence was an alien one. His mind was being toyed with. Anger nipped at him again.
"I'm not here to entertain your twisted-..." The clouds overcasting his mind were thickening and remained just as intangible. Any effort to throw off their influence was met with an amorphous resistance leaving him flailing through empty space will his power warped about him. "You're not-...there-...Get out of my head!" Qarren lashed out both mental and physically, focusing every ounce of his concentration into a single attack that just managed to slip through the haze. His sword flashed out in Vorian's direction and a dart of bright white energy leaped from its tip towards him. It was a bolt of pure Mythos energy, an inefficient but difficult to counter attack that would permeate the flesh on impact and numb the muscles. What it did to Vorian, or if it even struck home, Qarren did not know, but he sure felt the numbing in his own muscles as that energy was leached from him.
The fight was over if it didn't end now.
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"Sona, do make sure this...woman keeps herself out of trouble, will you?"
That did it. The lenses on Sona's photoreceptors snapped closed, her small paws clamped over the two ear-like sensor planes on her head, and her whiskers flashed between red and yellow like a firework display. Shutup! Shutup! Shutup! Shutup! Shutup!
The lenses blinked open again and the whiskers drooped in both stature and wavelength, muting to an embarrassed turquoise. I... yes sir.
She waited until Kvothe had made his exit before letting out a long, synthesized sigh. I'm sorry you had to see that. It's not always this... there's been... horrible things happening at the Tower. We're losing a war we shouldn't be able to--against the Unum, against ourselves.
Self-Evaluation complete. /:Negative Atmospheric Biorhythmic Influence. /:Emergency Emotional Alteration Initiated
Her whiskers lit up in their usual cheery magenta color. Though you know, with a little harmless extrapolation, his advice not be such a bad idea. You're obviously new to Aiaru, why don't you let me show you around a little? I've already gotten most of Maggie's things, but it would really be no inconvenience at all!
She bounded up from the stool to the tabletop. Never a dull day on Aiaru, they say!
Interestingly enough, though she couldn't have known at the time, she was not the first Familiar to be explicit tasked with keeping Aunna out of trouble--threatening or otherwise. Nor was she the second. This is inconclusive however as this fact had little impact upon the events as they were unfolding at this instance.
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Apr 6, 2011 3:26:58 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 6, 2011 3:26:58 GMT -5
Oh this is just wonderful… Eressea would have cringed had she been able to. Instead, she simply flicked her wings, a bit more yellow-orange seeping into the shimmering holograms as the man walked back their direction. His show of blatant force wasn’t settling well with her companion and she could tell. There was a frigidness to those green (blue) eyes that said it all, even though she remained (in appearance) neutral…more or less. It was that look that she got when thinking about Colonel Vinay…and one she had gotten while dealing with the dark jedi Dani…one she sometimes got over Vex…
It wasn’t a look she liked.
“I do not know what you’re so angry at…”
Aunna…please don’t start trouble…”
“But you would be wise to stay out of matters that don’t concern you.”
”And you would be wise to do the same. I did nothing to hinder you. Leave me be.”
Needless to say she was ready to be out of there that instant. The snide remark he made to the little familiar droid beside her certainly didn’t help. Oh he’s lucky I’m not Vex… She couldn’t know how right she was in that thought. How could she know the man had a phobia of telepathy? Aunna wasn’t a fool though. She knew she stood little chance against a fully trained force user, and while she’d held her own (and gotten lucky) against Vex himself, and then Dani, and even that bald monster…she wasn’t going to tempt fate. Not when she was supposed to be biding her time…hidden. Bristling she simply remained silent until…
“Shutup! Shutup! Shutup! Shutup! Shutup!”
Both woman and familiar looked at the source of the outcry, stunned into silence.
Wizard’s buttons…
Aunna was looking at her now, and all Eres could do was look back at her. What am I supposed to say to that? I don’t know what’s going on any more than you do, Aunna… The Auburn had the good sense not to make matters worse by saying something (Aunna, not Kvothe). This whole thing was a mess…it really was. Furrowing her brow slightly, Aunna suppressed a sigh before glaring at the retreating form of Kvothe, then watching the Fosh pass by as well. At least that one seemed like he was decently sensible.
Maybe.
I never should have come here…this was a bad idea. I should have gone straight to Corellia or Kuat…
Her jaw set slightly as she mulled over her current, displaced, situation. This wasn’t how her life was supposed to be going. She was thirty one! She should have been settling down and starting a family, or still in the military doing her job, or something normal! This being an outlaw…a traitor…business and gallivanting across the galaxy trying to learn the force was for other people…not her. Soon…soon I’ll get back at that overbearing, sexist, zealot and clear my name. I didn’t do anything WRONG. Okay, so maybe she had, now that she thought back on it…after all, Vex had only been using…No. Not this again. She shook her head slightly and tuned back into whatever it was that was being said.
“…losing a war we shouldn’t be able to—against the Unum, against ourselves.”
Eressea’s wings had shifted back to their ‘natural’ tan, though still edged by a barely noticeable pale yellow as she both listened to Sona and kept a careful eye on her partner. Again Aunna could only shake her head slightly and finally take her hand away from the concealed and collapsed pike rod beneath her new coat. The sudden change in the mustelid’s attitude, however, caught both off guard again. While Eressea didn’t have much of a problem adjusting to the sudden change, Aunna was a bit more put off. For a moment she simply sat back and watched the slinky little familiar speak, then bound up onto the tabletop without a word.
Finally she sighed and shrugged slightly. ”I suppose you may as well. Not like you’re the first familiar to be told to keep me out of trouble…doubt you’ll be the last, right Eres?” The REA only gave a small ‘hmm’ sound and a shrug of her shoulders before standing and stretching out all of her primary servos in a rather catlike manner. Forcing a little chuckle, Aunna managed a smile that didn’t quite make it to her eyes before shrugging slightly. In a moment Eressea was firmly attached to her shoulders once more. It was…oddly comforting, something that brought a real (if minute) smile to the woman’s face.
”I think it may behoove us, yes. You came here for a reason, after all, and I needn’t remind you of what that is after today’s encounter, I’m sure.”
That brought a slight scowl to Aunna’s face, though it didn’t last long, replaced by a pensive look after a heavy sigh and shake of her head. ”No…you’re right.” Looking at the price owed, she pulled out the required credits and lay them on the table. Shame, really, that she’d lost her appetite…it was a decent dish.
She chuckled.
”I really should swear off food. It gets me into more trouble…” Really…why do I always happen upon trouble at meal times? It was beginning to be as bad a habit as attracting dark jedi. Another pang of loss worked its way through her emotions at the thought of dark jedi. After all, the one dark jedi she actually wanted to see wanted nothing to do with her. That singular dark jedi also happened to be the original cause of her statement and desire to swear off food. Standing, she’d offer an arm to the FIDES with another sidelong glance in the direction of Rhissai. Maybe she should talk to the woman?
…No…if they were meant to meet, it would happen in its own time.
”Come on then.”
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Apr 10, 2011 16:32:07 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Apr 10, 2011 16:32:07 GMT -5
"Qarren, Qarren, Qarren, you seem nervous." Vorian's eyes threaded silver. His voice was bitingly mocking in its easy, almost like a friend gently chiding another friend for being silly. "Why's that? We're all friends here, right?"
He could feel the Mythic trying to press his presence back and away from his mind, but just because he was toying with Qarren didn't mean he was going to make things simple or easy for him. Every time Qarren tried to part the fog that Vorian continually pressed around his mind, it simply shifted, let him flail wildly in the hopes of breaking through it and reformed around his consciousness. The fog relented, but it did not fail. It let Qarren lash about, but it did not grant him freedom. It just continued to move about him, keeping him trapped in an ever-shifting press.
"Come on Qarren," he jeered as the Mythic struggled to speak clearly, "what's wrong with you?"
Then Qarren finally regained his composure enough to launch a real attack, shoving back against Vorian's fog. And here I thought this might be boring. Vorian estimated he could've killed Qarren a few times over while he'd been struggling against his mental press. But where would the fun in that be?
The Mythos whispered to Vorian as Qarren's sword shot forward, warned him of a coming attack. As the bolt of purest energy, so beautiful in its power, started to spring forward from the tip of the pilot's sword, Vorian acted.
By the time the bolt got to him, he simply wasn't there. With an easy application of the Mythos to give a gentle boost to the output of his already-powerful muscles, he dodged a few steps out of the way. The bolt continued along unhindered. Vorian was familiar with the attack Qarren had used. It was a risky thing, very useful if it connected. Problems often arose when it failed, however.
"Qarren, Qarren," Vorian chided again, his tone still mocking, "is that the kind of thing they teach in the Tower these days? To put all your eggs in one basket like that?" He tsked softly a few times as he shook his head. A hand lifted slightly as he spoke, fingers pointing toward the beautiful sword Qarren held.
"After all, I'm the one without much time to waste here, not you." Something began to happen to the sword as Vorian began to work his will on it. The metal groaned lightly then twisted in on itself. There was a loud snap! as the steel broke in the middle and the two pieces stuck to each other. Another break occurred, then the metal started to crumple and twist until there was nothing left but a ruined ball of steel with a hilt stuck on to the side of it. It was the result of serikinesis, Vorian's favored school of the telekinesis branches.
"Now, Mythic, time is short." Vorian leaned down to pull the dagger from his boot. It was curved slightly, but beyond that, it was nondescript; the kind of weapon that any assassin might have. The mocking tone was gone from his voice now. Now it was hard, cold. Dangerous.
His presence reached again to wrap around Qarren's mind. This time it did not come as a fog. Rather, it wrapped around the Mythic's presence and squeezed, like a python constricting the life from its prey.
"I thought it prudent," he said, eyeing the dagger in his hand, "to pay the little crew you sent a visit, once we found out what you were up to. An eye for an eye, the saying, goes, right." With an easy flick of his wrist, he flipped the dagger around to hold it lightly by the hilt. He looked at Qarren and smirked. "Or in this case, two eyes for an eye. And to think, all because you want one of ours who can't even touch the Mythos."
His arm raised briefly and the dagger sliced through the air between them.
He threw the blade to kill.
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Other than some remark he didn't pay attention to, the woman made no real response. That was good. Kvothe was in no mood to deal with another troublemaker, and he'd hate to (literally) have to throw someone through the wall of the lounge.
With his business concluded, he started for the door again, with the captured woman hanging in front of him still and Fas at his side once more. Vyzyn followed behind, not bothering to hide the stress that radiated from his presence.
A sudden ruckus behind them caught his attention again. He turned his head back to look at the source of the noise. Magnus' droid was having a nervous breakdown or something.
Kvothe snorted.
"Come on," he said to his two companions.
Vyzyn hesitated, looking back to the two droids and the strange for a moment and then followed Kvothe out of the lounge and back into the streets of Demas.
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Na'resh slowly pushed himself to his feet. His head still throbbed and his vision still spun from getting thrown, but he had to get up. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Even through the haze that clouded his mind, he could feel it. Who had that man been?
He staggered forward, holding a hand out to the side of the ship to keep his balance steady. He reached the edge of the boarding ramp, looked down...
And then yelled in surprise when he felt something grab him and hurl him back into the ship again. His head slammed into a metal bulkhead and he collapsed to the ground in a heap. He could feel blood, warm and thick, starting to trickle from a break in his scaly skin as he shakily pushed himself to his hands and knees. "What the hell..."
"Sorry," a deep voice said behind him. It was Vorian. Na'resh froze. Then a boot came from nowhere and slammed his head down to hard floor.
Vorian held a small weapon in his hand. It was a little dart thrower. The dart loaded into it was plain, but it was coated in zyphter venom.
"But I don't have time to toy with you."
He pulled the trigger and the launcher coughed softly. The dart flew through the air and implanted itself into the back of Na'resh's head, sealing his fate in the process.
Vorian gave a kick--hard enough to break bone--to his side for good measure and tucked the weapon away once more.
And then, as he wrapped his presence tightly around him once more, he vanished back to that from whence he came.
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