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Kella
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Sept 11, 2009 21:11:45 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Sept 11, 2009 21:11:45 GMT -5
Opening Credits// Lord Rugdumph as Locke Nemsee, FZKnight as Jazen Solari, Maximus as Ozzril Ackbar, Apillis as Lamilia, Karl the Heratic as Romeo, Drace as Drace Jagar, Cirith An'Gol as Arwyn Angol, and Kellaishlya as Blanche...
Paranoia is a curious thing. On the one hand, it sharpens the senses, makes one nearly impossible to sneak up on, keeps one’s wits fresh. On the other hand, it can turn one into a nervous wreck. And usually, it does both.
Blanche was trying to calm the fingers that fidgeted in her lap, but they insisted on twitching this way and that, rubbing against each other, and tangling themselves in the folds of her long white cloak. Brilliant, simply brilliant. And now the sharp, claw-like nails that tipped each of eight four fingers were beginning to rub the linen weave bare. Anxiety curdled in her stomach, faint nausea mixing with that marvelous sinking feeling it her gut…
The shuttle was quiet. Too quiet. Sure, it was nighttime, but still. Blanche had been cursed with the shuttle in which five of the passengers were asleep, and the other three were loners, locals, and apparently not the sort for conversation. All Blanche could hear was the grinding of the engine as the shuttle cut through the atmosphere, the soft, natural structures of the city passing slowly by below. But Blanche was nervous, far too nervous to appreciate the scenery. It’s only value lay in the fact that there might be some way to hide… Couldn’t she have at least some noise, some conversation, some boisterous occupant to detract attention away from herself? Blanche would have killed to get a screaming infant on that shuttle.
Unfortunately, that opportunity did not present itself, and anxiety knit Blanche’s pale forehead, her white brows quirking toward each other every so often in nervous twitches. Eyes with neither pupil nor iris flitted back and forth from ship to viewport, glossy orbs of pastel-pink. There had been a time when Blanche had hated those eyes. She had hated the way her claws looked more like nails, despised the genetic… quirk that made her skin as pure a white as her linen cloak. She was an offshoot, a genetic anomaly, a reject of the Arkanian race. But Blanche didn’t like to think of those things, and so she slammed the door on the thoughts. And yet, she knew they’d claw their way out again. They always did.
But who were they to reject her? She was just as smart as any Arkanian, her intelligence just as fierce. She was fluent in ten languages! That’s more than most Arkanians ever heard, hiding away in their laboratories and their facilities, pretending to know the secrets of the Galaxy. Pah. She wished her mother could see her now, see the way all the men crooned at her beauty, smiled at the harmony of her tongue as she danced over the alien languages. Her mother would surely be jealous.
Who was she kidding. She was a slave, plain and simple; they eyed her and loved her because she was an item, a possession, and that’s simply what they did with such things. But Blanche couldn’t be to blame, no. It was all their fault, those cold-hearted statues who had the nerve to call themselves parents. If they hadn’t banished her, if they hadn’t sold her into slavery… She’d show them one day, oh, she’d show them.
But today was not that day. No, today she happened to be running for her life. You know, pressing engagement, that whole survival business.
Further thoughts on the matter were interrupted as a not-so-subtle shudder shivered through the slowing shuttle. Public Transportation. Ugh. It was her first time aboard, and already she had come to hate the small shuttle that move so slowly across along the lofted rail. She did not want to enjoy the scenery, she wanted to get to where it was that she was going.
Not as if you had a choice… Blanche thought as she stood, cloak swirling about her lean frame. Her five feet eight inches was barely anything when compared to the silent man who rose behind her. He must have been nearly seven feet tall… it was intimidating. And Blanche hated being intimidated. She cringed, face wrinkled in both disgust and fear. He looked tall, he looked strong. He was human. He could have been muscle-for-hire. Any moment, one of them would grab her by the neck, and speak the name of that Hutt, that vile slug, that name she refused to utter even in her thoughts. Any moment they’d drag her back, kicking and screaming, and they wouldn’t care, because the Slug wanted her dead or alive. And if they brought her back alive, then she soon would be dead. And neither option really appealed to her, seeing as for some strange reason, she wanted to, you know, stay alive. Not that she had much to live for…
Blanche’s breathing was nervous and quick as she stepped from the shuttle. Her fidgeting would probably attract more attention than anything; it was as if her hands had minds of their own. With her luck, they’d launch a full mutiny. Yes, wouldn’t that be a lovely sight; a bleach-white woman strangling herself in the middle of a crowded footpath. Joy.
Blanche forced herself to put on a mask of pride, to lay her hands by her side and walk with the air of superiority she’d watched so many of the Slug’s accomplices use. Accomplices that, if her plan worked, would soon be stuck in Force Cages, while she pocketed the generous reward, and used it to actually start a life. Which would have been great. If not for that one. Big. Huge. If.
Blanche quickly began to shuffle down the pathway, her movement catching a breeze that sent her long ivory hair swirling behind, curling and dancing like a scarf, pausing only moments for the tails to rest in the center of her back, before swirling up again. She drew her cloak tighter about herself, concealing the gauzy, clingy silver of her ‘uniform’. It was something she had come to love and hate. She loved it because the strapless bodice, the short, short skirt, and the ruffled pleats perfectly accentuated her curves. She hated it for the same reason.
And so again, she drew her cloak tighter about herself. She could hear water trickling all around, flowing beneath her as her feet as she crossed a graceful white-washed bridge. The place was more seaside than town; every city block an island in its orderly place. Long boats drifted here and there, most moored for the night, sleeping in their quiet canals. But night was not peaceful for Blanche. Silent blue shadows clung to everything, and even the quiet voice of the city was little more than a simple breath, in again, out again, in an agonizingly slow rhythm.
A nervous hand slipped beneath the cuff to rub absent-mindedly against her collarbone. Fingers traced the curling tattoo, feeling rather than seeing the smooth geometric stylization of a rose. Blanche, however, was unaware of this habit; it came about only when she was in the deepest of thought. And in deep thought she was. Blanche hoped that the Jedi would be clever enough to follow her clue. However, she reassured herself that if they weren’t, then they didn’t deserve the information at all. She could find some other way to earn credits… couldn’t she? Face it, Blanche thought to herself, This is pretty much your only krelling option. She had asked them to meet her at a Cantina; a properly busy place. Or, so she had thought. Thinking. A lot of good that had done her. That one Duro had eyed her, watched her for far too long… and then there was that human who had kept casting sidelong glances at her… surely they were bounty hunters, thugs that the Slug had ordered. And they had found her. And so she had fled, leaving nothing but a single clue. It was a small device; a holo-recorder. She had access to them because of her instruction in certain languages… and when she’d quit the Slug’s Residence, she’d… borrowed a few. She had guessed they might come in handy. And she was right. And now that particular device held a message, a clue as to where the next rendezvous was. She was actually quite proud of herself; she’d been clever. Speaking in Basic would have made things far too easy. She’d recorded the message in Olys Corellian. It wasn’t favored by thugs and spacers, being an actual respectable language, but any Jedi worth his lightsaber would be able to figure it out. Really, it was a simple plan. … as long as somebody else didn’t find the device first. Roddar. Oh, why hadn’t she thought of that before! Blanche’s face twisted in a new expression of worry before she swallowed a huge breath of air calming herself.
Something hard struck Blanche’s shoulder, causing it to wretch backward violently. Yanked from her thoughts, Blanche looked up quickly with wide eyes, frozen with fear. The Besalisk glared at her for a moment, before bending to pick up his package. He was a simple Merchant, but Blanche saw only a potential murderer.
Her heart began to race, her blood ran hot; they were coming for her! Oh by the Force they were coming for her! Blanche raced away, the soft soles of her shoe making barely a sound against the city streets. Panic seized control of her lungs, contracting them in desperate spasms as she ran. Oh! She felt like a frightened Gizka, racing away… She ducked into a crevice to catch her breath, invisible to those around her. Her breath came in ragged, frantic gasps, and she struggled to straighten out hair and cloak which had twisted around her in the sudden stop. She needed to stop having panic attacks. But what Blanche needed, she rarely got.
Blanche did not realize that the Hutt had better things to do than send a whole legion of bounty-hunters after a single target. She might have been on Alderaan, but that didn’t give her nearly the comfort it once had. Every pair of eyes was a predator’s, every blaster a death-warrant, every sidelong glance another nightmare. She could only hope and pray that when the Jedi eventually found her, she would still be alive…
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Dutch
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Sept 12, 2009 16:27:11 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Sept 12, 2009 16:27:11 GMT -5
(OoC: Hey all, just letting ya'll know I didn't forget/ didn't see this, just started work after a 3 week surgery recovery, so I'm pretty beat. I promise I'll post asap.
Edit: OK, I think I'm ready to Jedi up.
Edit: Dammit... Nope. Not ready yet ><
Edit: Ok, I am ready now, here we go ;D)
Master Ozzril Ackbar very much disliked space travel. The unnatural feel of the way ships did always threw him off. He inhaled the stale, recycled air and exhaled slowly, his whiskers twitching slightly as he did. It didn't help that the Jedi almost never left Coruscant, but this was something that the Council insisted he do. Alderaan. A peaceful, beautiful planet, their destination and hunting ground. Someone had contacted the Jedi for help, saying that they were on the run from a powerful Hutt, and that they had vital information that could put him behind a containment cell.
Once more, something Ozzril was good at, but first, they had to find this contact before the Hutt did. His eyes turned towards his apprentice and he smiled, the young girl having grown on him immensely. Along with him was another pair- one he had seen about the Temple, but never met before this. However, they still had to work together, and Ozzril had no problem with that. He turned to the small group and placed his hands behind his back.
"As you all know, we are going to Alderaan for what will hopefully be a quick interception and retrieval mission. The target is a female Arkanian, and all we know thus far is she is to rendezvous with us at a cantina within town. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves, so keep your cloaks on, and your hoods up. Follow my lead, and keep your senses up. We all know Hutts employ some of the nastiest scum in the galaxy, and I will not have them harm our target."
As Ozzril talked the PA from the Republic transport signaled that they were landing. The Jedi nodded and pulled his hood up and moved his cloak closed, looking like nothing more than an unseemly Mon Cal refugee. The freighter touched down and the PA announced that boarding and disembarking was now free. The Jedi moved with barely a sound, his cloak fluttering about his bare feet as they moved towards and down the exit ramp, golden eyes quickly scanning the area. But the eyes were not the main information gatherer.
Gathering the Force within him, the Master reached out all around them, tendrils of the Force probing into every sentient's mind around them- accept for his fellow Jedi of course. His eyes slowly closed as images, thoughts and sounds drifted through his mind, quickly searching for any whom might have witnessed their Arkanian. And finally, an image of a fair skinned, beautiful woman- her eyes filled with panic and fear- touched Ozzril's mind. He turned towards a dock worker with a data pad out, busy typing away on it. Ozzril motioned for his team to follow him, and walked briskly right up to the worker.
"Good evening sir. Have you seen a silver haired woman come through here? She's a friend's daughter I'm taking care of, and we got separated on our charters."
The docker turned an uncaring eye- his only eye- at the Mon Cal and sneezed roughly without covering his mouth.
"I ain't seen no schutta like that, now git outta here, I'm workin'"
Responded the dirty worker. Ozzril sighed and shook his head. It was one thing to look for information in an open mind, it was another to force it. With a casual wave of his hand and a large push from the Force, Ozzril said
"You will tell me everything you know about the Arkanian. Where she went, who followed her, and be quick about it."
The worker's eye went blank and his jaw hung open for a second before saying
"The Arkanian came off freighter RTH- Y00 approximately twenty five standard minutes ago. She was followed by several rough looking types, but they stayed far behind her. By her direction I would say she was going to the entertainment district. If you hurry you'll catch her."
The worker stopped speaking and looked confused, his one eye turned at the Mon Cal. His mouth opened to speak, but Ozzril was faster.
"Sleep now."
And with that the worker collapsed into a deep sleep, the data pad slipping from his fingers and clacking to the permacrete ground. Ozzril bent down and picked it up, scanning through the files real quick. He nodded, the worker had indeed spoken the truth. Follow me Ozzril sent through the Force at his allies, turning and quickly walking the direction he was told.
After a quick walk through the cities wondrous architecture, the Force led the Jedi to a cantina. Not Ozzril's favorite place, but it was where they were led. Before entering he turned an eye to his allies and said
"Fan out. Let the Force lead you, speak to only those you are led to, find the Arkanian, or anything that will lead us to her. "
And with that Ozzril stepped down the stairs into the cantina, the music instantly assaulting his ears and the smell of booze very strong. But the trained Jedi put those senses aside. Physical senses were useless, a good Jedi only relied on the Force to perceive. And that's what he did, golden eyes sliding closed as the Jedi slowly walked among the patrons, careful to keep his robes and lightsaber hidden, but also reaching out to every mind, searching for signs of the target.
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Sept 15, 2009 19:37:06 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Sept 15, 2009 19:37:06 GMT -5
Ah, the seedier side of life, Loce Nemsee thought warmly as he made his way through the cantina. The music was loud, reverberating through the place so loudly that he could feel the bass rather than hear it. Makes me feel alive. He lived for this kind of work. A contact in danger that needed to be saved, and from a Hutt no less; Locke absolutely loved these missions. Locke was a Jedi Investigator by trade, and working on missions that involved gangs, crime syndicates, smugglers, and so one were his bread and butter. He'd gained a lot of experience over his years with his former master and later on when he was out on his own, and he was always happy to learn some more.
For a moment, he probed out gently in the Force, searching for his padawan, Jazen Solari. Ozzril, the old Mon Cal master had suggested that the Jedi team spread out through the cantina, so Locke had left Jazen to search a different area. He was fine, as far as Locke could tell. After nodding slightly to himself, he pushed deeper in. In every cantina, there was always an area where the more... disreputable sorts congregated. At least there was in Locke's experience. From within his hood, he searched as he moved carefully through the crowd, trying to avoid accidentally bumping into someone. His cloak was open a bit; enough to reveal the blaster pistol that hung at his side. Locke had hidden his lightsaber away up his right sleeve before entering the cantina, but it was amazing how most people were so much more willing to talk to a man with a blaster. A chuckle escaped his mouth at the thought of that. A bit brutish, I suppose, but it works.
After a few minutes of searching, he found what he was looking for. A table, in a back corner of the cantina. Seated around it were four who looked disreputable if Locke ever saw it. There were two Humans, a Duros, and a Gran. Locke let his hood drop (they wouldn't trust him if his hood was up, and trust was what he needed) and sauntered over to the table.
"Evening, gentlemen, how are we this fine night?" he said amicably as he walked to stand at the corner of their table. "Mind if I talk to you for a mom-"
"Screw off, before I haf t' hurt ya," The largest human growled at Locke. "I dun know who y' are but y' ain't got no business at this here table."
Look here you rude ass, I'm trying to be sociable, Locke thought in irritation. But on the outside, he was calm, a friendly stranger that simply wanted to talk. "Ah! I seem to have forgotten my manners. Call me Nero. I was just wondering if you fine fellows would let me buy you some drinks." He flattened his hand on the table, and when he lifted it up, a small pile of credits remained- enough for each of them to have a free drink. "In exchange for a bit of information, of course." Locke had a certain philosophy about getting information from people. Sure, you could mind trick 'em into telling you what you need to know and the wouldn't remember a thing, but in his experience, a friend won over (usually with a few credits) was more likely to freely offer help down the road, if needed.
"Well, now Nero, I think we might be able t' get along just fine," the other human said as he eyed the credits on the table greedily. He was short and corpulent, with a nose that looked like it had been broken many times before and a head of greasy brown hair. His teeth looked horrific. "What is it you need t' know?"
"I am looking for an Arkanian. White eyes, obviously, silver hair, average height. Heard anything?"
This time it was the Duros that spoke up. "Aye, her. Heard she got here in the city not too long ago. Don't know where she is though. Why're you looking for her?"
"She's the daughter of a friend. She went missing, and he's very worried about her."
The big human laughed, it was a short, harsh "HA!" When his eyes met Locke's, his amusement was evident, and Locke suddenly grew a little worried. "Your friend better hope you can get t' her fast then, buddy. Last I heard there was price on here head tha'd make even a Jedi consider runnin' after her. Only a matter of time 'til the bounty hunters start gettin' here. In fact, I bet some are already on their way. That's what ya get for crossin' a Hutt though."
Locke had to force himself to smile as he said "Thanks for your help, gentlemen," before turning around. As he went, he pulled his hood up over his head once more. Well damn, he thought. I hope we can find here before those bounty hunters start getting here, or things could get real ugly. I wonder how many there would be, or what sort? He shook his head. I guess that'd depend on the bounty put on her.
Hey guys, we may have a bit of a problem, he sent out through the Force to his comrades. Apparently this Arkanian is going to have a bounty hunter problem real soon if we can't get to her.
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Sept 16, 2009 18:58:45 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Sept 16, 2009 18:58:45 GMT -5
Jazen watched as the two Jedi knights went about the cantina, most likely looking for information about their objective. As they did, Jazen mentally reviewed the mission once more to make sure he had it down. Master Locke, himself and another team of Jedi were to locate an Arkanian female who apparently had sent a message to the Jedi asking to be met here, in this Alderaan cantina. Although from the looks of it, the mission had already hit a snag. She wasn't here.
His master's voice echoed through the voice and Jazen turned to look for him, spying him in the back corner of the cantina. The Mon Calamari master, Ozzril, had been lost from his sight into the many faces of the cantina. And Ozzril's apprentice Lamilia was like her master; gone from sight unless she wanted to be seen. But they were all connected via the force and so long as they had that, they could never be lost. Deciding to see what else he could figure out, he moved about the cantina, watching the different species mingle. As he passed an empty table, his eyes spotted something that caught his attention. It was a small holo-recorder, barely noticeable in the dark confines of the cantina. Pushing aside several patrons with slight nudges, Jazen made his way to the table and picked the device up. He inspected the device, then took a seat at the table. Placing the device down, he inspected it again to make sure it was not a rigged explosive instead, then activated its recorded message. The image of an Arkanian female appeared before him and words came from her mouth, but Jazen didn't understand it at all. Scratching his head, Jazen focused on her words. After listening intently a second time, the light bulb switched on in Jazen's head. It was in Olys Corellian, a language you would not expect any scum or under-educated person to know. But Jazen had only read a little on the language, not enough to fully translate it unless he had some time to pick at the message.
Making sure the table he was at was secure, Jazen reached out with the Force, focusing on locating the others. As he felt each of them connect to him via the Force, he suddenly felt a dark presence. Opening his eyes, he glanced very carefully around the room at its occupants. Each of them a potential enemy if they were bounty hunters looking for their contact. The presence he had felt had vanished so Jazen went back to the task at hand.
Master Locke, Master Ackbar, I've found something that seems to have been left by our contact. It's a small holo-recorder with a message from her, but its in Olys Corellian, which I haven't had much time to study. And based on the fact that the table is still empty and that the device hadn't been taken, I believe our contact can't have left too long ago. Ideas on our next move?"
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"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Post by Cirith An'Gol on Sept 16, 2009 19:39:01 GMT -5
Arwyn looked around the city as she made her way to the cantina. According to her contact, which annoyingly kept himself anonymous, this Arkanian girl was supposed to be here on Alderaan. The last bit of information she gleaned from one of the dock workers told her to head in the direction of the cantina. It was a little weird how she got this job, sure she saw the bounty on the girl and sure she was going after her for the money. She still hadn't figured out how the man that hired her for her new job found her though. This man wanted the girl alive and turned in to him and he was willing to pay double her bounty. That's all it took to get Arwyn An'Gol interested.
As she neared the cantina in her full red and gold armor, she could already tell the place was packed, because of all the noises and the loud conversations that were thrown up to drown out the music. Great! Just in time for happy hour, this'll be fun. Who knows how many other bounty hunters know about this kid and how many are in here Arwyn thought as she halted in the doorway and scanned the crowd, making her HUD capture faces and save them for later examination and research. The Terra Hertz medical scanner in her HUD, was an amazing peice of technology, it picked up and zoomed in on the faces, capturing two faces at a time, but it still took longer than she liked. She touched the E-11 Blaster rifle on her hip, drawing some comfort that it was still here, sheathed at her hip. She noticed several robed figures in the cantina as she scanned the crowd but didn't think anything of them. They could have been the cantina's security for all she knew. She had a thought that they might be Jedi, but she didn't see the emblem that was usually on the back of their robes.
Then something caught her eye, a holorecording at the far end of the room! She tried to filter out the noise of the cantina to listen in but blast it! It had shut off before she could get halfway through the screening process! Finding no other alternative she made her way over to the table in question and withdrew her helmet, trying to be as inconspicious as possible so the poor being didn't bolt on looking at her. For once, she hoped that the person looked at her face and not at her armor. If she'd have had time, she would have bought some more appropriate clothes but as it was, she was behind on the chase. Arwyn only hoped that she could atleast speak to the person before he got up to go somewhere else. She pushed past the people in the crowd as she made her way to the table. Keeping her eyes on the target but putting up a mental static about her in case there were Jedi in the cantina. That's all she needed right now was some Jedi interfereing with her Bounty.
She finally was able to push past the last of them and approach the hooded figure "Excuse me, might I buy you a round and ask a few questions?" she asked as she placed her helmet on the table and leaned on it, letting her arms support her.
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Post by Apillis on Sept 18, 2009 2:05:41 GMT -5
For the most part the young Hapan Padawan remained quiet aboard the ship not giving to speaking or giving much of any utterance. After all, she had seldom ever been on missions. With her first Master her missions primarily revolved around dealing with petty thefts and farmer disputes on Dantooine. Hardly something of this caliber, for the most part uncertain as to what to do, she followed closely to Master Ozzril making certain to be mindful for both his words and actions.
The girl could not help but feel out of place as well, not just because of her lack of experience, but more along the lines she is essentially the Jedi equivalent of a "nurse-in-training" being an aspiring Jedi Healer. It did not matter, though, a proper Jedi needs a wide variety of experiences out there in the galaxy. How can one protect people if they are isolated from them? How can one aid in mending a society to sustain a culture if they never experience it? Regardless of the task, the experience held valuable lessons Lamilia needed to learn in the company of her Master as well as the two other Jedi with them.
Upon the arrival of their destination within Alderaan, Lamilia enjoyed the feeling of the place - a society and culture of builders and artisans. The girl's brow furrowed a little in response to the dock worker and how easily with the right application of the Force he was dealt with. Though, the girl had no where near that level of talent with Jedi arts of mental manipulation. Another thing she will have to learn from Ozzril when time permitted it.
Entering the cantina Lamilia's eyes scanned the amongst the patrons for the Arkanian woman they are searching for. The second Ozzril ordered to fan out, Lamilia nodded in compliance and begun walking amongst the patrons. The lighting was dim - as is per usual it seems for a cantina, her night blindness was not doing her any favors her either. Forcing the girl to rely on her perceptions through the Force, but they were mediocre at best. Still all things are a trial and every task and mission a chance to hone ones ability just as much as training does.
While she did not perceive any thing of use through the Force, all that she did feel through it was discomfort. She did not like anything she perceived through the Force in this place, it only made her feel slightly ill inside. But, one of the other Jedi seemed to had found something as he called out to her Master, whom side she returned to the second the Jedi called for Ozzril.
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Sept 18, 2009 18:32:53 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Sept 18, 2009 18:32:53 GMT -5
Ryver/Taym, Je'Baru, Reina
(Occ: Ok let the hunt begin.)
The Dark Matter landed in one perfect quiet motion. Ryver was getting better at landing. The first few times was very rough. On the opening of the landing ramp two cloaked figures exited Ryver/Taym clothed in a grey green Jedi like cloak and Reina in a scarlet red twi'lek made tank top and sarong with biker shorts.
Taym hid their face in the deeper darker shadows of the hood. Reina put a ear droid, like one that Je'Baru uses, in her ear to further the communication between the three of them. The two of them left the hanger in search of the target. As for Je'Baru he had long been gone from the ship even before the ship fully landed making use of the blinding cloud debris that the thrusters kicked up.
Ryver/Taym and Reina made their way to a droid service data port to see if Taym could hack the video system of the city so to cut down the time that it would take for them to search for the Arkanian. The search was not as difficult as filtering thru the piles of data the Jedi Servers dumped. They quickly found the previous movements of the Arkanian, as she came off her ship and going to the cantina. Taym did have a problem with the recording that was at the cantina, someone had put the camera on a loop system just prior to the target going in the cantina.
Possible target acquired at a cantina. We will search there you hunt around the area just in case she left. If she is not in there we will start the search again.
Right. Don't let Reina out of your sight she.......she's precious to me. ON the hunt.
Ryver turned to see the little Twi'lek turn away as she heard Je'Baru.
The cantina from the out side looked as seedy as the inside. Ryver/Taym entered slowly mimicking the newly found friend Je'Baru. Reina quietly shadowed the droid taking full advantage of the sun light streaming into the dim cantina. Taym was thankful that this place did not have a droid scanner at the door or their cover would have been blown. Ryver signaled Reina to start the diversion. Her very unique look drew the eye's of every male in the room.
The sensation of one staring at her was as intense as when she had to entertain the hutt that they are working for now. She could only bite her lower fight lip and try to stride, with a dancer's grace up to the bar. While she did this Ryver/Taym scanned the room looking for the Arkanian. What they did find was a cluster of robes converging on a table. Directing their scanners at the table they were able to catch a few words before a female Mando came near to them. Ryver knew not of this hunter but now understood that there will be more of them to come.
Ryver signaled to Reina to see if she could get a sample of DNA for Je'Baru's scanner. Reina was hesitant for there was a strange feeling about the robed ones. She made her way over to the mando. As she got near the mando removed her helm and with it some hair. With perfect timing and grace Reina moved in and caught the hair before it hit the ground and very quickly made her way to the now bulky looking Ryver/Taym. Ryver was not sure if Reina could pull off getting that close to a hunter and Jedi with out getting caught. But from the outside perspective it just looked like a Twi'lek dancing for money. When Reina got back to Ryver/Taym she handed off the sample with a twirl, a swirl, and finished off with a deep dancer's bow to all. A few of the patrons clapped and other tossed money at her. Quickly snatching up the money the three of them left.
Once again the made their way to a Service Droid Port to start the search once again.
Hunter, we have company there are other's that are not Jedi. We have the DNA of a female mando.
NO need to track the Jedi, they always make a lot of noise.
Greenie, there is some thing else when I was near to them I could almost sense them.
Noghri, Don't worry about Reina we'll protect her. -....- Wait I think.........Yes I've found her again. If you will come by and get the sample and keep an eye on the others for now we will make first contact. You........well.....
Your not that personable, Love .....sorry but it's true.
Right be there in a bit.
Taym used the port again and hacked a near-by information droid of the city and slowly made their way over to the Arkanian.
Many never pay that much attention to information droids they were a useless lot, other than trivial information that anyone could find if they just looked at the street signs. Taym stopped about 15' from the crevice that the Arkanian female had obviously hid in. Using it uni-direction speakers Taym said,
Miss, please their are ones looking for you. I and my companions are not going to hurt you we need you so that we can get near the hutt that you know. My.....companion has a score to settle with it. We will not hurt you or try to kill you. There will be others that will. We will try our best to keep you safe even if or when the Jedi show up, They to my opion are not that reliable. Powerful, but not reliable.
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Post by Rugs on Sept 18, 2009 19:39:55 GMT -5
{I guess, although I wanted to wait for a post from Karl before second round posts. But if there's something to respond to, I don't see why not}
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Post by ♫ Drace ♫ on Sept 18, 2009 21:32:43 GMT -5
Noise, how one would detest such a concept when surrounded by an enormous amount. A cantina was a perfect settlement to encourage such deafening blares. Nevertheless, when bonded to the force, one could easily block all inadequate sound, and justly focus on what was important, this method of meditation was frequently used by Drace Jager. Resting against the wall directly across from the entrance was the Dark Jedi, shrouded by not only a dark cloak, but also a lightly-armored full-body suit. A Face mask concealed his face, and the force concealed his true intentions. Those being the hunt, and he the Hunter; hired by a Hutt to capture a young Arkanian, though being brought back dead wasn’t illicit.
The Cantina was mutedly lit, however threw the aid of his procedural visor that was secure over his eye region, Drace was able to fine-tune his vision to the lighting. A constructive tool it was in these situations, Drace also exploited the Force to become his eyes and ears. Once a Rebel, Drace was now hired as a Bounty Hunter to “escort” the young women back to the Hutt. Chic to keep all specifics left for the actual meeting between the two, Drace only allowed himself to grasp the basics of the mission and then attain his reward, nothing more. It wasn’t any of his business; all he was needed for was the detainment, not the interrogation or the execution is required.
Drowning out all his physical senses for the time being, Drace entered into a deep correlation with the Force, locating all in the close area that possessed a strong connection. During the briefing with an informant, Drace was warned that Jedi would possibly be the first call for help from the Arkanian, and Jedi would prove quite the problem if Drace confronted them head-on, and only by himself. After a few moments, Drace sensed the presence of the force, but it wasn’t radiating from his own being, but from within the Catania; so they had already arrived. Though he couldn’t isolate each locality of the Force, it was evident that there was more then one, meaning they came in a cluster; that would explain the cloaked figures entering in a separate, but reoccurring pattern. So he shrewdly deciphered the entrance pattern, and now all he needed to do was find the girl before they did.
Though Drace’s life wasn’t any concern to the Hutt, Drace was informed that he wouldn’t be alone in this matter, and that other hunters were hired for support, so if confrontation was to erupt, those who were smart enough to perceive Drace as a Allie would “hopefully” help. Nonetheless, Drace wouldn’t allow him-self to rely on others and decided to take matters into his own hands if the situation called for such actions. Attached to his back, his customary hoister that held his weapons, in the form of a Katana sheath; it was hard not to believe that his Lightsabers wouldn’t be ignited. Jedi were debris of the Galaxy, and his blades were the cleansing touch to those debris.
Then it happened, Drace noticed from his perceptive position, a select few moving around. Most noticeably the cloaked figures, and a few others who dressed peculiarly from one-another; in the far corner, Drace noticed a succinct projection, but before he could make sense of such a representation, the depiction faded. Odd as it was, Drace needed to stay on subject and focus on what he was sent here to do. For now, he would use those who he targeted as Jedi and “possible” Bounty Hunters as his leading puppets, tracking their movements and hopefully they would lead him to the deficient Arkanian.
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Sept 20, 2009 16:29:57 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Sept 20, 2009 16:29:57 GMT -5
Had the Jedi on the shuttle been more focused on the other passengers, they might have taken better note of a man in the back, huddled within a dirty gray longcoat and shivering very slightly. Dirty blond hair hung over an unshaven face, hiding the bloodshot blue eyes that darted everywhere. Beneath his breath he muttered about drink, and he reeked of ale; those unfortunate enough to be seated near him had moved away if possibly, noses turned up in distaste, yet the drunkard showed no indication of meaning any harm.
Their landing was announced, and the man got unsteadily to his feet, walking to the ramp with uncertain steps. Now that he was standing it was clear he was tall despite the hunch, but the longcoat made it difficult to discern anything about his body, or any equipment he may have been carrying. Ozzril's mental probe would reveal nothing but an overriding concern for the next drink to be had, which was a common enough obsession for most drunkards. The man, surprisingly young beneath the hair, made his way down the ramp, bumping into a dockworker on the way. "Shorry, shorry," he mumbled feebly, staggering a little. The dockworker glared, but didn't press the issue, and the drunkard moved on, bowed beneath a large knapsack on his back.
The drunkard was not, in fact, a drunkard, but a stone-cold killer, an elite assassin from a very select order. They called him Romeo, and he was malfunctioning; he could still take jobs, even if they weren't from his 'official' handlers, and the offer of the Hutt for what seemed a simple job was just the sort of thing to catch his interest. The involvement of Jedi was even better, since that'd make it challenging, so he drew his dirty coat on over his weapons, filled his knapsack with even more tools, and set off.
By chance he had gotten the same in-bound shuttle as the Jedi team, and any other killer would have lost the game then and there. But the Green Meadows facility was too thorough for that; all their vassals were trained to shield their thoughts and intents from Force users, and Romeo was no exception. It was a little harder now that his emotional walls were breaking down for whatever reason, but that only made it that much more challenging.
Anyway. From a discrete distance Romeo followed the Jedi through the city, sparing a glance at the unique architecture to judge how easily it could be blown up. Honestly, building around canals? It was a floodplain waiting to happen! If the Hutt hadn't offered more for this Blanche girl to be taken alive Romeo would have simply sabotaged the dikes and dams keeping the city from drowning, and flooded everyone out. He'd done similar work before; it would have been ridiculously easy. But no, the Hutt wanted her alive, or her body brought back, so no flooding this time.
The Jedi went into a cantina, and Romeo shook his head. "Things always happen in cantinas," he muttered, waiting a few moments before trailing in after them. He watched as the Jedi accosted some of the patrons for information; he watched as one of them found a holorecorder and hailed the others for help. Then he saw a familar figure, seated against the wall where he could watch everything. Romeo grinned and meandered over, stumbling against the wall and sliding down beside Drace.
"I remember you, chummer," he muttered. "Taris, eh?" The thought made him grin again, though he was careful to keep his mind well-shielded from the Jedi. "The Hutt sent you here too, did he? They mentioned there'd be others working the angle..."
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Post by Kella on Sept 25, 2009 1:33:17 GMT -5
ooc// All better now! er, well, mostly. :P And the following isn't really up to my standard-I-hold-myself-to-that-nobody-understands-but-me, but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer. I'm usually somewhat more prompt, so forgive me. //
"Miss, please there are ones looking for you. I and my companions are not going to hurt you. We need you so that we can get near the Hutt that you know. My.....companion has a score to settle with it. We will not hurt you or try to kill you. There will be others that will. We will try our best to keep you safe even if or when the Jedi show up, They to my opinion, are not that reliable. Powerful, but not reliable."
Blanche froze. Every fiber of every muscle tightened in a silent spasm, the nape of her neck tingling. She silently swore in every language she could muster, pulling on a quite impressive repertoire. Uttered aloud, she might have made a bar-bum blush, but as it was, all she accomplished was giving mental voice to her frantic frustrations.
She'd been found. And she didn't care how nice they talked, if they came looking for her because of the Hutt -- or, she amended, even if they just came looking for her for any reason at all -- she didn't trust them; not one bit. And to put icing on the paranoia-cake, the particular something that had found her was a droid. That realization led to a whole new train of mental explicatives, none very kind in the least to her new-found metal-plated friend. To put it kindly, Blanche wasn't very fond of droids in general, and even less-so in droids that came to seek her.
Suddenly, Blanche remembered that the Holo-Recorder in her palm was still running, and quickly, she switched it off, silently stuffing it into a pocket. It had probably caught the droid's speech... which would be interesting, concerning the droid's last statement, and the holo-vid's intended recipient. That was almost enough to amuse Blanche. Almost.
She had hardly been idle in the few minutes she'd been allowed solace in her sanctuary of a crevice. It was not, in fact, simply a part of the architecture; it was a concealed employee entrance to a small shop. It wasn't just any shop, however. It was a shop on The Promenade, the city's best market square. The shops of The Promenade were arranged in a perfect rectangle, bordering a broad, open courtyard. A fountain bubbled up in the center, and according to the tour-guide, one of the city's most beautiful and historical features.
So why was Blanche thinking about fountains, at a time such as this? That particular fountain, in fact, was the fountain where she'd promised to meet the Jedi, as she'd frantically stated in her first holo-vid. As soon as she'd deciphered the faded sign above the employee entrance, Blanche had realized just where she was.
And so she was now faced with a choice. She could A) go out and try to reason with the droid, allowing it to make note of her appearance, and her voice signature, and probably all sorts of other unsavory things. B), she could go out, not reason with the droid, and scream at it all her frustration, and her fear, and then tell it to buzz off, and hope it obeyed out of sheer shock. Or C), she could duck into the Employee entrance, slip through the shop, and emerge onto The Promenade, knowing that droids were banned in the Market Square. Tough decision. As tempting as option B was....
Blanche went with option C. She bet the droid wouldn't even notice, and would keep yapping away at the empty hole. Now that would be amusing... With a quiet hisssss, the door of the employee entrance opened. That really should have worried Blanche; any self-respecting business wouldn't leave its back door wide open, would it? Then again, this was Alderaan, a planet where weapons were taboo, and petty crime was nearly non-existent. Paying it no mind, Blanche slipped quietly through the dusty, dank store-room, and out into the bright and shining merchandise floor. As much as she would have loved to stay and shop...
She had more important things to think about; small things, like survival. But what really got her to duck her head and just walk out had nothing to do with that; it was the simple fact that she was, well, broke.
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The fountain hissed and bubbled, arcs of water flying through the air like dancing dragons, intricate patterns appearing and vanishing as the simple water seemingly defied gravity. It was a brilliant display, and one could almost see the regret in the mark of farewell, the outline of a hand pressed against the basin in wonder. It was Blanche who had left that hand-print. She had not trusted being out in the open, and no amount of marvel or beauty could overcome that gripping fear. And so she had bid the fountain farewell, sighing as she sacrificed a petty want. She had left behind more than that hand-print, however. A troupe of regal beasts ringed the glorious fountain, immortalized in stone. Some roared while others slept. It was in the mouth of one of these, between the sharp, conical teeth, that Blanche had settled the holodisk. It awaited the Jedi, assuming they had decoded her first clue.
But now Blanche was nowhere to be seen; only that regal beast knew her secret.
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Left here... right here... left... another right... no wait, that was a left, back-track, try again...
This part of town was dubbed 'the maze' with good reason. The city-blocks were small, and countless alleys looked like streets, while the streets looked more like alleys. She knew where she was going, however; and anyone who was following her would not. In a way, it worked to her advantage, as frustrating as it was... Maybe she'd become lost in the maze, and never make it to her destination, doomed by her own 'cleverness', finding death without the help of the bounty-hunters... now wouldn't that make a great life story. When she wasn't counting turns, Blanche let her mind wander, if only to distract her from the fear in her gut...
During those few quiet moments in the crevice, Blanche had realized that she couldn't simply meet the Jedi at the fountain. It had seemed smart when she was panicked in the Cantina; open, lots of people around, people she could call on for help... and yet, too open. Too easily seen. She couldn't call for help if she was already dead. And so she had scribed another location, another meeting place, this time in the native tongue of the Twi'Lek. A beautiful language, that, when spoken properly. Even a few of the natives didn't pay it proper due. Blanche, however, coddled the words like precious gold, made them sing and dance as they rolled around her tongue... Twi'Leki came alive with her voice... They were arrogant thoughts, foolish boasts. But these thoughts managed to calm Blanche, give her a bit of confidence for what lay ahead.
And it was on these thoughts that Blanche fretted and mused, while she twisted through the maze of canals beyond the fountain, waiting for the Jedi to find her...
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Sept 28, 2009 10:36:51 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Sept 28, 2009 10:36:51 GMT -5
(OoC: Hey everyone, due to Apillis' hiatus and well, my lack of being able to post lately, I'm making a post that pulls Ozzie and Lamilia out of this thread, Godspeed Rugs and FZ lol)
As the Master continued to look around, his comlink buzzed, and the Mon Cal ducked around a corner to activate it. A brief message from his ally, Rhissai, stated there was an emergency meeting called in the Council Chambers, and he was needed. A wet sigh escaped the Jedi's lips, he did not doubt the Force's will for him to leave, perhaps this would be Locke and Jazen's time to shine. The Mon Cal slipped his comlink back onto his belt and made his way to Lamilia.
The Council requires my attendance dear... let us leave.
Sent the Jedi to his Padawan as he nodded at her, moving to Locke and placing a hand on his shoulder before saying
"I'm afraid I must leave Locke, the Council is having an emergency meeting, and I must attend. Complete the mission, retrieve the Arkanian, get her back to Coruscant fast. Keep your wits about you, and listen to the Force. If these hunters think they can beat Jedi, they are gravely mistaken. I will expect a full report upon your arrival to the Temple, young Locke. May the Force be with you."
With that the Mon Cal nodded to the pair, and placed a hand on Lamilia's back, ushering them out of the cantina, and rushing down the road back to the docks, where they could catch a ride back to Coruscant.
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Sept 28, 2009 20:32:59 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Sept 28, 2009 20:32:59 GMT -5
Locke swallowed as he watched Ozzril and Lamilia leave. That was the way things went; sometimes the Council needed one of its members. Perhaps that was why the Council had sent two teams of Jedi instead of one; this way, there was still a way for the mission to be successfully carried out, though things would more than likely be a bit harder with the loss of Master Ackbar. "We'll make you proud, Ozzril, you can bet on that," he muttered under his breath.
With that, his attention returned to the business at hand. Jazen had informed the other Jedi that he found something, a sort of holorecorder with a message in Olys Corellian. Locke sighed as he made his way over to his padawan. He knew some Olys Corellian, but not enough to speak it fluently. He might be able to piece the message together, though; he'd have to if this mission was to be a success.
Looks like it's just me and you now, buddy, he sent to Jazen through the Force as he drew nearer. And then he noticed a strange person approaching his student. A strange person in red and gold armor. The words of the man at the table echoed through his head. Can it be? A bounty hunter? Already? His muscles tensed, and he unconsciously felt the curved hilt of his lightsaber that he had shoved up his sleeve earlier. The person in the armor took off her helmet and set it down, and asked if she could by Jazen a drink and ask him some questions. "No, no. He's underage, you see. Thanks for the offer, though," Locke said as he came up on the two and started leading Jazen away by the arm.
They'd need to be somewhere else to decipher the message. Locke didn't know the layout of the city very well, so he just plowed through the first door out of the place he could find, Jazen still in tow, and emerged into a large courtyard with a majestic fountain in the center. This can work, he thought. The place was wide open, and there was a fair sized crowed milling about. No one would try to start any sort of scene with open violence here, especially not with the way that was frowned on on Alderaan. He led Jazen over to a low bench, made out of carved marble, and sat down. "You know," he said as he let Jazen's arm go, "if that woman was a bounty hunter as I suspect she may have been, it might be good for us to try to find a change of clothes. Something that doesn't scream 'Jedi here!' if you know what I mean. Especially since Ozzril and Lamilia had to leave so suddenly. I don't know how many bounty hunters may be after her, but I'm betting that we may end up outnumbered, so it'd be good to try to blend in. I've got some credits, and I'm sure there's somewhere that we can buy some clothes around here."
He looked around, scanning to see if he could see anyone that looked suspicious in any way. There wasn't anyone within earshot, at least as far as he could tell. "Alright," he said quietly, "where's that holorecorder you were talking about?"
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Sept 29, 2009 20:37:07 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Sept 29, 2009 20:37:07 GMT -5
As Jazen felt Ozzril and Lamilia leave out of the corner of his eye, his eyes had drifted to the person who had sat next to him at the table. If not for Locke's timely intervention, the cantina might have had to spring for new furniture.
Jazen nodded in return to this statement. A mission meant for two teams of Jedi had now only one operating on it, so moving quickly and quietly was important, now more than ever. Although Jazen didn't have any credits on him, he knew a thing or two about making a decent disguise from nothing. Heck, he had to do it half the time he went wandering about Coruscant to avoid being ignored.
Feeling the holo-recorder in his pocket, Jazen reached out into the Force first, feeling the surroundings before pulling the device out. "This is it here Master. But we should move, possibly into a more crowded place. I doubt those that pursue us will give up so easily and we'll have to get out of plain sight before we try to decode this. And although I couldn't tell what the message said, I can tell you one thing about it. This woman is very afraid....and panicking. I don't think we have long before she does something that might get her in trouble. So we'd best hurry." Looking around the corner to make sure no one was there, Jazen handed the recorder to Locke and took the credits he had on him. "You see what you can do about that Master Locke. I'll go find us some non-Jedi garments to use. I'll keep in contact with the communicator and if I can't use that, than the Force. Good luck Master." Darting out into a passing group of people, Jazen headed off to find a cheap clothes store he could take advantage of.
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Oct 2, 2009 17:58:43 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Oct 2, 2009 17:58:43 GMT -5
Arwyn was a little suprised when another Jedi showed up behind her, and pushed past her to the Jedi she was speaking to. She'd tried to watch everything that went on in the room. She'd definitly caught two of the robed figures leaving, confirming her second guess. They were Jedi. He told her the Jedi she was talking to was underage. Under age in this kind of Cantina? Maybe there's more to the Jedi than meets the eye. Arggh! I need to focus. I can't let that holo get away from me[/color] Arwyn thought as she caught up to the two Jedi, after grabbing her helmet, and lay a hand on the Jedi that'd pushed past her and lead the other away. She'd been close enough to hear the boy call the older Jedi Locke as they'd moved away.
"Excuse me Master Jedi, but, I think you've got the wrong impression. I was hired by a man that's connected to the family of this girl. This man wants her back...alive if possible and I know your boy there has a holo with info on it. I also know that Jedi can read emotions and osik like that, so you should be able to tell I'm not trying to decieve you" Arwyn lowered her mental barrier just enough for the Jedi to sense that she was telling the truth and that she meant to abide by the employers demands.
Arwyn looked him square in the eye, her grip firm on his shoulder sending a silent message that she meant what she said, and that she meant busness "So, Locke was it? Can we come to some kind of arrangement? We both want this girl alive and to see that she gets safely back to her family. You could use the extra hand anyway, I'm guessing you came here in a group of atleast 8 people and two just left. So, what do you say? Because I'm not leaving until I either get my pay, or I'm compensated for the effort I've already put into this job, and I don't think even you could cover half of what I was originally offered."
Arwyn smiled a pleasant smile that she hoped threw the Jedi off a little along with her words, the more information she obtained about the where-abouts of this girl, the faster she'd get paid.
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Post by Foxfire on Oct 4, 2009 16:42:14 GMT -5
Je'Baru slowly slide by the Jedi that were coming out of the cantina. Pursuing no thoughts, raising no emotions Je'Baru made his way toward Arwyn. He had seen the trouble she had given her brother the last time they were together. Hope, she might be in that she had the contact with the slimy hutt that put the bounty on the prey they were both hunting.
Slowly stalking with no thoughts nor any emotions, Je'Baru came with in a hair's breath of Arwyn. Slowly he raised a claw and lightly ran his claw down her back plate of armer, leaving a noticeable but repairable scratch to Arwyn's paint.
Who are you working for now.......'flame child'.
Je'Baru said this while leaving a link to Taym to monitor.
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While Taym listened in to Je'Baru. Ryver tried to close in once again on the where abouts of the target. Scanning the system she had seen the target put something in or at a fountain. That was not a problem, what was was the no droid access to the square. Reina came up with the solution and followed the girl's path to the square.
As Reina entered the square she spotted the Jedi right off, robes and all. Then they discreetly walked over to a bench and she followed. Merging with a group of people she walked with them to get near. As she passed the bench one of the Jedi left, she peeled off from the group and rounded the fountain in time to hear a small portion of the holo that was in her lang.
(In Twi'lek)May I be of service to help you with your needs.
She shyly and softly said as she stroked her right lekku. Floating over with a dancers grace she passed by in front of the Jedi and sat on the bench's left side. Her Emoting tattoos flushed an array of colors as she tried to quell her emotions leaving only the passionate pink swirls.
Be careful young one, I may maybe near but not close enough to help if it frags.
Ryver said in her ear droid that was placed onto her left ear. Reina just visibly smiled and waited the Jedi's response.
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Post by Cirith An'Gol on Oct 6, 2009 18:59:31 GMT -5
Arwyn felt something creep up behind her and spun. She grabbed her assailants wrist and pressed hard on two pressure points with two of her fingers and then twisted, but not before a mark was left on her armor. That pissed her off. The pressure points she'd pushed would normally floor most species. She recognized the small grey alien instantly, he'd been traveling with her brother the last time she'd seen him. The shock of recognizing her assailant made her drop his arm and release her hold on the pressure points. His name was Je'Baru Nagruk and he was a Nohgri Bounty Hunter.
She went into a defensive guard stance, ready for whatever happened next. Je'Baru had struck her as a little.... off, when they'd met briefly, almost like a blood thirsty animal. "Je'Baru what the fierfek do you think you're doing? Why aren't you with Cirith? Last time we met you were flying with his crew. Why do you think I'm going to tell you anything? It's none of your busness" She stepped to the side so she could keep her eyes on both the Jedi and Je'Baru, without lowering her guard. "Oh and the next time you scratch my paint, you better be ready to pay for it. Just because you're a friend of my brother's doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. In case you hadn't heard, we're not exactly talking" the tone she spoke on conveyed her annoyance at the interruption.
Fierfek! If Je'Baru's here this girl must be hotter than I thought Arwyn kept her eyes on the Nohgri and her peripherals on the Jedi, ready for whatever might come next.
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Oct 8, 2009 3:07:57 GMT -5
Post by ♫ Drace ♫ on Oct 8, 2009 3:07:57 GMT -5
Why was the far wall such a effective and thorough location for scouting? Simple, it gave the most accurate reading of the surrounding room, and held a perfect backdrop surface for easy leverage when needed, two things that were essential when dealing with a situation such as this one. Drace so far had gained quite the bundle of information, easily scouting Jedi, as well as what could possibly be Bounty Hunters, part of the mission was complete, and that was scouting the competition.
Now, what could a Hunter do from this point without knowing the appearance of his prey? There was always the method of force, attacking the suspicious inhabitants, or the ones you knew ha something to do with the mission. There was also the method of patience, simply waiting for the target to ignorantly reveal herself, or catch on of the other hunters slipping up and shadow their lead. However both choices were seemingly time-consuming, and at ,point, worthless; Drace needed a new phase of attack to take until.....
"I remember you, chummer," A familiar voice jingled in Drace's concealed ears as he soon shifted his attention gradually towards his side, looking directly at a rather rough structure. At first, Drace couldn't recall this person, or how he knew him, but thinking back rather recently, a certain event on Taris became dominant and soon enough, the mysterious male wasn't so clandestine.
"Romy....."
Drace muttered from beneath his mask, gazing at his former enemy, who now seemed to be his ally? So the Hut didn't only hire him; was the Alien Slug lacking trust in Drace's ability? Maybe, maybe not, however this didn't matter, all that he was here for was to complete the mission as soon as possible, and Romy could prove vital in reaching that goal.
"So, I assume you know thee basis behind the mission, what do you suppose we do from here?"
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Oct 9, 2009 19:57:52 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Oct 9, 2009 19:57:52 GMT -5
"It's Romeo, actually," the assassin replied with a chuckle as he eyed the proceedings. One of the Jedi, an older Mon Calamari, had recieved a message and walked out, his apprentice following along; this was good, Jedi were troublesome. Those left conferred over the holorecord, which Romeo could watch and listen to thanks to the implants in his eyes and ears. There were words from a droid, and then the Jedi left. "C'mon, we don't want to loose them," he said, coming smoothly to his feet and gliding out the cantina after the Jedi.
Romeo wasn't a stealth specialist, but he knew a thing or two about following, and managed to blend in with the crowds as he kept the Jedi in his sights. He trusted Drace would be near, since it was his mission as well. The Jedi stopped at a bench, one going off somewhere with credits in hand while the other remained and studied the little holo device. "That must be her," he murmured, listening carefully to the playback. Looking around, he took in the proud stone beasts that surrounded the fountain and lent an air of beauty to the area; he didn't notice the beauty, only the destructability of the statues and the area in general.
Suddenly, a glint caught his eye, in one of the mouths. "Hmm?" he muttered, walking over to it and looking in. Everyone else, even the Jedi, would only see a ragged fellow in a long, tattered gray coat, a heavy-looking pack bowing his shoulders, walking up to the statue and reaching into its mouth, removing what could have anything; a coin, a bit of shiny metal. Useless bums, who knew what could catch their eye.
Even as Romeo took the disk in hand and pocketed it, a hand clamped on his shoulder. "Move along, fella," an official-sounding voice growled, belonging to a uniformed fellow with an array of non-lethal stun weapons at his belt. "We don't need no drunks and bums loitering around."
"Yessir, sorry sir," Romeo replied plaintively, bowing as he stepped back and ducked into the crowd again. He tapped Drace on the shoulder once as he squirmed his way along, making his way back to the Jedi; he needed a holorecorder to play the disk, and while he had one of his own, why not make it harder for his opponents in this little game?
Accordingly he stumbled up to Locke's bench and fell into the spot beside him, reeking of drink and generally being disreputable. "Jediiii," he mumbled randomly, eyeing Locke crazily. "Jedi spares a few creds, yeah?" He pawed randomly at Locke's robes. "Credses, credses..." Then, with absolutely no warning whatsoever, his hand clenched up and smashed into Locke's jaw with the force of a charging rancor; the other hand seized the holoreciever, and Romeo stood up to bustle off, the picture of a rejected drunkard.
Except as he went off, a couple of grenades fell out of his coat; one was a flashbang, the other a disorienting sonic screamer. They exploded exactly three seconds after hitting the ground, causing a Bith in the crowd to die rather suddenly and quite painfully, and everyone else to scream and stampede in whatever direction. Meanwhile, Romeo grabbed Drace, and they got out of there pronto, the assassin already playing back the Twi'leki message on the disc. The translator implant in his head provided the message, even as the two hunters slipped into the maze of alleyways and canals Blanche had fled into herself just recently.
"She ran off to the canals," he explained to his companion as he pocketed the little holoreceiver. "If we hurry we might find her before the rest of them do." As he ran, a pair of guns appeared from beneath his coat, guns Drace would recognize; archaic sawed-off shotguns, loaded with incediery rounds that could burn the flesh from a living being in seconds. He flipped them expertly, and with their distinctive racheting clank, two rounds loaded into two chambers.
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Oct 15, 2009 16:43:23 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Oct 15, 2009 16:43:23 GMT -5
ooc// Hopefully, the quality of the following post will make up for its excessive delay. Probably not. //
Alderaan was a place of learning, a place that gave great tribute to architecture. Blanche could see this in the gentle arch of the atrium, the perfect, geometric cut of a million glass windows, the crisp, clean curves and straights all around. Even as she had stepped through the frosted glass doors, spying silver leaf emblazoning, Illuminati, a campus of Aldera University, she had known this was some place special.
The atrium in which she now stood was massive beyond comprehension. Blanche was far too used to the claustrophobic, smut-plagued, secretive caches of Nar Shadaa. To her left and to her right, far off in each direction, the outer boundaries of the space rose, coming together to form a ridge, a crest, a steeple at the very top, so high, at least forty yards above. These walls were supported by graceful silver struts, each bonded to the other by a sheet of diamond-like glass, frosted in such a way as to perfectly diffuse the light. Brushed metal surfaces and shimmering white gleamed all around Blanche, between Cafes and study halls, a goods shop and a reception desk, circles gathered around open-air classes, and miniature gardens.
If Blanche survived this whole ordeal, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is where she would come. She would study the Galaxy, its geography and regions, it's life and culture... Here in this place so bright and glorious, it was a fixture of heaven itself.
Hesitant steps carried her forward, eying the predominantly human student body. And yet, she spied a few other species, and so reasoned her presence would not be too significantly noted.
There was no danger to be spied here, nothing to send her off in a fright. Blanche even spotted a few patrolling guards, enough to let her shrug off her heavy burden, if only for a moment. She alighted upon a graceful bench, leaning back and letting the sunlight soak into her bleached skin. Warm, glorious sunlight...
She had told the Jedi simply to meet her at Illuminati, she had not said where she would be. In a moment, she would begin to watch for them, sharp eyes missing no person coming or going; she could see and feel the heat of each. Sneaking would do little to fool her infrared vision; one of the many things that made Arkanians so far superior to the lesser species.
And so Blanche waited, and so she watched.
With every passing moment, her muscles tensed a little tighter, with every hearbeat, the exposing sun became less and less friendly. Blanche had been raised a creature of the shadows, and she should have known she could not shed the mantle now.
Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine. She wrapped her cloak tighter about herself despite the warmth of the sun. She wondered if exposing the Hutt was really worth facing the Doom that was surely approaching, gathering with certainty like the billow of a thunderhead. A very dark thunderhead.
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