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Dec 22, 2019 14:10:48 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Dec 22, 2019 14:10:48 GMT -5
"Ma'am, we've just received clearance to land. Please take your seat."
Viatrix raised her head at hearing the pilot's voice over the comm. Swiveling on the soft couch, she found the belt and buckled in. Ryloth was often notorious for its high winds, making landing difficult at times. She was told they were arriving on "a good day" which meant only moderate turbulence. Glancing out the viewport, the black of space gave way to Ryloth's thin atmosphere and that moderate turbulence came into play. Viatrix felt her stomach flip as the ship dropped sharply, and she had to grip her datapad close to her chest to keep it from careening across the room. She was jostled several more times and was on the verge of crying out in protest to the pilot when the shadow of Kala'uun's giant portcullis blast doors darkened the viewport and her ship slipped into the safety of its underground spaceport.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Viatrix unbuckled herself and moved to her quarters to give herself a quick once-over before leaving the ship. Knowing her hosts, Viatrix had opted for a form fitting wrapped skirt of emerald green with gold trim. The pleats and folds did wonders for hiding her lightfoil, strapped to her thigh. Her top, of the same colors, exposed a good portion of her midriff in the Twi'lek female fashion. Her arms were bare, adorned by gold cuffs on each bicep and several bangle on each wrist. A sheer black sash, trimmed with fine gold, wrapped around her waist, crossed diagonally across her front, and formed a wrap for her head and hair. Her makeup was subtle, but accented the green of her eyes and the red of her lips to full effect. She was no Twi'lek dancer, by any measure, but Viatrix was sure her hosts would appreciate her efforts.
Descending the ramp, Viatrix was met by a rather fat, green Twi'lek man in dark blue robes and a ring permanently stuck on each finger. Several of his chins wobbled as he moved forward to greet her with his arms out wide.
"Viatrix! You are as radiant as ever! Come here, let me see you properly!"
Viatrix smiled, moving forward and giving the man a quick turn before taking his hand and dipping slightly. "It is so good to see you, Siolo." Viatrix said, leaning in to give the man a quick peck on the cheek. "It has been far too long."
"It has indeed." Siol'owaran replied. "But with all that fuss in Hutt space, I am sure you understand that travel has been difficult." he continued, leading her by the hand to his waiting transport. "We Twi'leks love a good fungus, but those Archeri were a bit much, even for us." he quipped, his jowls shuddering with laughter.
Viatrix chuckled, nodding her head as she was guided to and placed into the transport. What followed during the span of the transports passage from spaceport to the city's upper reaches was the polite conversation of the socialite upper class. They reviewed family health and successes, bemoaned the continued strain relations between the Republic and Empire imposed on trade and travel, shared tips regarding certain luxury destinations and their finest attractions. Siolo even offered Viatrix a few tips on local designers should she feel the need to invest in the latest Twi'lek fashions. And while it was all very much business to Viatrix, it was not entirely a chore. For all his bulbousness, Siolo had always been an excellent conversationalist as well, and Viatrix did indeed enjoy his company. And as one of her most reliable investors for the Arena, a strong relationship with him was crucial. On top of it all, he provided the perfect cover for whenever she needed to visit Ryloth.
"Now I do not flatter myself to think you came just to visit me." Siolo said as he rocked himself out of the transport upon arriving at his estate and turned to offer her a hand.
"Oh, Siolo." Viatrix replied, taking his hand and stepping out of the transport. "You are one of my dearest friends! Is it so beyond belief that I simply wanted to see your face?" she asked, offering him a coy smile and a wink.
This set Siolo into a short fit of laughter as they walked into his spacious home. The wealthy Twi'lek lived at the highest tier of the city in the mountain, and was no stranger to the varied less-than-legal exploits that kept him and the other wealthy elite at the top. Siol'owaran was also no fool. He knew when to close his eyes and ears to such machinations in order to keep the plausible deniability a man of his station required.
"Well, in that case my dear," he said, giving her hand a slight squeeze, "I must tease your desires by making myself scarce for a few hours. I hope you forgive me, but duty calls. Your usual rooms have been prepared, and your belongings should be arriving any moment. I have arranged for dinner this evening at Aol'aseela and-"
"My favorite!" Viatrix exclaimed, cutting Siolo off and causing him to chuckle. "I suppose I can manage without you for a while. Thank you, my friend." Viatrix gave Siolo another quick peck on the cheek and the two went their separate ways. She followed the long familiar path to the guest wing, where she found her rooms had indeed been prepared. Siolo had even had fresh sprays of her favorite local flowers arranged and waiting for her. Smiling, Viatrix moved to the desk where she set up her datapad.
Pulling up her messages, she saw that her latest transmissions to Tsubasa had not yet been opened. With a sigh, she closed that program and switched to scanning local news and dispatches. This was meant to be a simple job. Her local contact for her regular ryll shipments had gone silent. In the wake of the Archeri crisis, this wasn't exactly odd, but when she hadn't responded even after the battle of Nar Shaddaa had been finished, Viatrix began to worry. Yun'edracor was a formidable woman, with strong connections and a stronger left hook. But she was still a woman. Twi'leks were not above capturing rivals and selling them into slavery, and the aftermath of a galactic crisis was just the kind of opportunity to get rid of troublesome competition. Viatrix had contracted Tsubasa to come to Ryloth and find out why Yuned had gone silent. But now Tsubasa was not responding either. With Genthus away from Prazhi, Viatrix was left with no one else she trusted enough to come investigate. And so here she was, knee-deep in field work.
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Dec 26, 2019 16:08:19 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Dec 26, 2019 16:08:19 GMT -5
“Look, I’ve already told you, you can stay quiet in your damn cell or I can find somewhere less comfortable to stow you ‘til you’re needed.”
Tsubsa held his tongue. This new guard is a ray of sunshine. He regretted not having asked more of the previous one. If all it takes to set him off is asking to make a call to the outside... His fists clenched as he smiled and nodded. “My apologies, sir,” he said levelly, forcing calm to his tattooed face. “I did not mean to offend.”
He added a half-bow as the guard grunted and wandered off. As the broad-shouldered blue Twi’lek wandered off, Tsubasa glared daggers at his back. You wouldn’t be so rude if this barrier wasn’t between us.
When I see that droid again... Tsubasa retreated from the translucent blue energy field that separated him from the outside. He wrested every ounce of willpower he had to keep from punching the unadorned duracrete wall at the back of his small holding cell. He was mad at the guard, at being in jail for a situation that had spiraled beyond his control, and at Ifrit.
Some days ago, Tsubsasa and Ifrit ventured to the wind-blasted planet at Viatrix’s behest. One of her Ryloth contacts went silent, and he didn’t mind searching as a favor. After arriving, it quickly became apparent that there was more to Yuned’s disapprance than stealing away into the night, but that was fine with Tsubasa. Difficulties were nothing new to the Matukai Adept, and he’d pressed ahead, letting the Force guide him.
One promising lead — or it seemed such, at the time — lead him right into an ambush. Some goons jumped him, with sonic weapons in tow. Whether that was just bad luck on his part or they’d known he was a Force user, Tsubasa could not say. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t have mattered. He was handling himself fine when Ifrit stirred to his defense.
What followed was a borderline catastrophe that nearly set two buildings ablaze, were it not for the quick intervention of the some of the city’s first responders who just happened to be in the vicinity. Imagine their surprise to learn that Ifrit’s flammable compound was near-impossible to douse via normal means and burned obscenely hot, once ignited.
They did get the fire out, eventually, and proceeded to take Matukai and droid into custody. That Tsubasa and Ifrit had obviously acted in self defense was the only reason the quartet of charred ambusher corpses hadn’t landed them in much hotter water.
So here he was, in a six foot by eight foot holding cell with only his clothes while the authorities figured out what to do with him. Ifrit was being held elsewhere and, as far as Tsubasa knew, faced significantly more risk. That was the thing about droids; it was easier to go harsh on automatons without the same rights as organics.
What am I going to do? If only he could just make a call, get some sort of word out to Viatrix or Genthus or somebody. But no, he was stuck in a box with three durasteel walls, a thinning joke of a cot on the floor and an energy barrier at the front that offered a distressing lack of privacy.
Tsubasa sat on the floor, legs folded, and closed his eyes. He sought his center and found the Force. As he took hold of it, he felt the life around him. In the he could feel other people in the a few of the cells around him, their presences like spots of light just out of sight. One burned brighter than the others, echoing with the Force.
He wondered, for a moment, what brought another soul like himself to this small, dingy jail. For more than a few moments he considered the odds of stagin an escape with another Force user to help. No. There was no guarantee whoever that other person was would help, or was even friendly. Now I must wait.
The Force brought him here, whether he liked it or not. Perhaps there was a reason.
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Dec 29, 2019 14:08:00 GMT -5
Post by arley on Dec 29, 2019 14:08:00 GMT -5
Anger started to set in, emotions that his master would have told him to curb, but Arley since was no longer a Jedi, he figured being a little mad about landing in jail wouldn’t be so bad. He had been on this forsaken prison transport for three days and he was getting sick of it, the cell was barely big enough for him to fit and the food was...poodoo. The ex-Jedi knew this day would come, where he would be reprimanded for leaving the war and abandoning the Jedi Order. He had been away for four years traveling on the fringes of space moving from planet to planet and working for various organizations to make money...until he met Alliera. The closest place he has been to Republic space was Illum and now he was well on his way back to a place he has avoided for so long. But after Ally and he were separated he knew he had to come back, his credentials were immediately flagged at the first planet he entered and he should have known better, but he thought he could get in undetected as he often did, he was wrong.
He did find it funny that he became romantically involved with a Jedi, not because it didn’t make sense(because it's bound to happen.) But because he made sure to stay away from Republic space for so long and was found by a member of his old Order and then fell in love with her. Arley needed to get back to Ally, and he needed out of this transport...though at this point it didn’t seem likely. Fuming the ex-Jedi waited patiently as they flew him to the jail. He had no choice but to wait in the cell. His lightsaber was taken, the only thing he had left after he fought a war for them, though it made sense, it was a dangerous weapon.
Finally, they descended to the high winded planet of Ryloth, the Twi'lek homeworld. The trip from the transport to the prison was quick, they made sure to bind his hands, which gave him a chuckle. Not that it would have helped them if he decided to retaliate against his captors, he could escape right now, he was sure, even with the extra security they gave him. But...Arley realized that these men were just doing their jobs and had no desire to hurt them, the Force would guide him as it always did.
Guards walked him into a building, he heard them talk about their day and what they wanted to do when they got off. Arley didn't bother listening to the rest of it he only listened to cooparate. Following their orders not trying to cause trouble. The tall blond man walked silently as the guards took him to a cell block, all the cells were their own six by eight metal box with amber-colored force fields as the door. Arley walked in his cell after they took off his restraints and sat down, he sighed at force field, annoyed at the amber light that glinted off of the metal walls. He began to meditate and in his childish anger overlooked the fact there was another Force user in here with him. He assumed it was the man being told to keep quiet by the jailor. Arley decided to stay silent, the Force brought them here for a reason...So Arley decided to reach out.
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Jan 3, 2020 12:15:56 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jan 3, 2020 12:15:56 GMT -5
Councilman's Son Busted in Third DUI
"No..."
Kala'uun to House More Republic Detainees Awaiting Transport to Core, Outraged Citizens Protest at City Hall
"No..."
Pyrotechnics and Epicanthix Spell Trouble in Old Quarter!
"Well that sounds promising..." Viatrix mumbled to herself as she clicked the headline from the news ticker.
Late last night, the Emergency Response Service responded to alarms of fire in the Kluud Hid neighborhood of the Old Quarter. Several fires had been started by the time they arrived and personnel were initially unable to put out the blaze. Noting that this was no conventional fire, Alternate suppression methods were ordered. By the time specialized equipment had arrived, however, several lives were lost. The bodies, too damaged to identify on the scene, have been sent to Kala'uun SF Forensics for further examination. One individual and one droid were apprehended at the scene. The Epicanthix man refused to identify himself or the droid and has been taken into custody and is being held at Distom'becotan, the controversy-riddled Kala'uun detention center. While it is believed the two were acting in self defense, the question of damages and liability remain. Kluud Hid is no stranger to violent...
Viatrix put down the datapad. That was Tsubasa and Ifrit alright. She sighed and checked her chrono. It would be several hours before Siolo would bother her again. At that moment, a knock sounded at her door. Viatrix opened it to find a servant with her luggage in tow. Viatrix opened the door further to allow the servant to pass through. He quickly moved to the large closet where he deftly arranged the luggage for her easy access and was gone with barely enough time for Viatrix to shout her thanks at his wake.
Deciding that it would likely be better to be less flashy for the time being, Viatrix quickly slipped from her green and black ensemble into a simple black dress with a hooded scarf. She rid her arms of bangles and cuffs, leaving them bare and, more importantly, silent. She left her rooms, moving along a back corridor to the homes side exit. There, a servant was standing near the door. She nearly changed course, but the Twi'lek man moved toward her.
"Miss Monserrat, please. Master Siol'owaran says I am at your disposal if you need transport. He said you may wish to do some shopping?"
Viatrix stopped, smiled, and stepped back toward the man.
"Oh, yes. Thank you..." she paused
"My name is Fenn, Miss Monserrat." he replied, bowing slightly to her. "Please, I have the speeder ready here." he gestured toward the door.
"Thank you Fenn. Please, call me Viatrix." she said, following after him.
"If you like, Miss Viatrix." Fenn replied, rushing to open the speeder door for her. "Where can I take you today?"
"I hear Dir'abril has some lovely shops." Viatrix said.
"Yes, Miss. They do. Many people are angry though, and fear the sector will lose popularity." Fenn said as he slid into the drivers seat and started up the speeder.
"Oh? Why is that?" Viatrix asked, her voice carefully modulated to feign mild curiosity.
"They built that ugly Distom'becotan nearby, Miss. The wretched tower ruins the view."
"How awful." she said, watching out the window as they sped out into the city.
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Jan 7, 2020 11:35:17 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Jan 7, 2020 11:35:17 GMT -5
Tsubasa sat for a few minutes in his cell in silent wonder at the situation he’d managed to get himself into yet again. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Imperial blockades hellbent on slaughtering their own people. Ancient cults kidnapping Force users in the night.
And now this.
He rose and began to pace around his cramped cell, tattooed face tense and tight. A simple enough job turned sideways because of Ifrit. But no, that wasn’t quite right. Ifrit had acted more forcefully than needed, but that was in the droid’s nature. Who were those people? And why were they after us?
It seemed he’d stumbled into a partial answer for the question Viatrix sent him here to solve. An answer only left dozens more springing up in its wake.
Calm, he told himself. You must stay calm.
He stopped and inhaled deeply, until his lungs could expand no further. The Force guides all things. He exhaled, slowly, stomach muscles hardening as he forced every ounce of air from his body. It has not led me astray yet. I am here for a reason.
Tsubasa leaned forward and lifted himself up onto his hands. His feet left the ground easily as his back straightened and he remained, briefly, stiff as a board. It was smooth, with the grace of countless thousands of repetitions throughout his life.
His Matukai training focused on the body as a vessel for the Force, and for physical exertion as a form of meditation. Tsubas bent his arms at the elbows, lowering himself slightly, and removed one arm from the ground. As he extended, now balanced on one hand, he felt his worry fading to white noise as the Force took hold.
But what is that reason?
There again was that other presence, that light shining brighter than the others in the cells around him. There was a subtle difference this time, Tsubasa noticed as he gave a long, slow exhale and extended his free arm out to the side, parallel to the floor.
It reached out to him, acknowledged him. The presence seemed... clouded, in a way, but light. Tsubasa did not care to hazard a guess at this person’s past, but saw no need to keep playing coy with each of them obviously aware of the other.
“Strange coincidence, to find another who can hear the Force’s call here.” If he felt any strain from his exercise, there was no sign in his voice. He lowered his free hand to the ground and, in a smooth motion, pushed off and flipped to his feet. “It’s rare enough to find another anywhere, but in a jail?”
Strange indeed.
“What brings you here?”
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Post by arley on Jan 10, 2020 1:11:50 GMT -5
Arley could hear chatter on an intercom, it was the jails PA system and every so often a man shouted orders for guards to go to other cell blocks or transports leaving and entering. He spoke once in Ryl and once in Basic, he assumed that some of the guards could be human, as Ryloth was a Republic planet. Arley just sat cross-legged on the floor, meditating and waiting on the Force to show him the way, it had to show him, otherwise he would be here for a long time.
Arley could feel the presence in the other cell, there was conflict....then there was calm. He could feel the person reaching out to center themselves as Arley had. He felt the man let go and allow the Force take hold as he heard him exhale. He then heard a mans voice break the silence of the corridor, saying it was a strange coincidence that they were both Force users and both here, Arley smirked.
'There is no such thing as coincidence,' his master would always say. In fact he could hear the Jedi's voice still ringing in his head. The then man asked what brought him here, an obvious first question, Arley opened his mouth to answer.
"Desertion. Though it wasn't really. The war was over when I left the Order, but they still can't seem to let me go. Even though I fought their wars and saved their people," Arley trailed off, realizing he was on the verge of talking too much.
"Why are you here?"
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Post by Meira on Jan 12, 2020 13:45:36 GMT -5
Viatrix left Fenn upon arriving at the Dir'abril shopping district, promising to call for him when she was finished. Moving along the main avenue, Viatrix noted the names of several shops. On her comm, she sent a message to an assistant back on Prazhi, instructing her to make purchases from any number of the shops from the list she sent and to have the items delivered Siol'owaran's address. With that done, Viatrix discretely made her way to a side street. From there, Viatrix picked her way through back alleys and less visible footpaths toward the tower called Distom'becotan. Her Ryl was rusty at best, but she was pretty sure strong tower was the translation. A bit on the nose, but not inaccurate.
The streets and walkways became less picturesque and more utilitarian as the shopping district gave way to the police district. Though, according to the local news sources, this had been a mostly residential area prior to the construction of the tower. A Republic Grant that offered funds for major developments across the city came with the obligation to construct the holding facility. The caveat had been buried deep in the language of the measure, and many believe that it had been purposely hidden. A good number of those people now stood around one entrance of the tower as Viatrix approached along a side street. They held signs and chanted their displeasure at being duped by the Republic.
Taking a breath, Viatrix reached out through the Force, searching for Tsubasa's presence. There was so much life around and within the tower, however, that she found it difficult to concentrate. After a minute or so, she sighed. He was too far away. She'd have to do things the old fashioned way. On her datapad, she scrolled through several files until she found the one she was looking for. She opened it, then locked the screen off as she strode across the plaza toward the building.
"Excuse me, please. I have a client inside. Pardon me." Viatrix said as she wove her way through the protestors. Many jeered at her as if she were some scab crossing a picket line, but when several heard her mention a client, they gave way. She could hear the beginnings of a chant regarding unjustified detentions as she approached the doors. Inside, the lobby was sparse and austere. Tall walls and a high ceiling drew the eye upward toward the colossal symbol of the Republic that hung on the wall opposite the doors. Below it, two orange skinned guards flanked a reception desk where a pink skinned woman sat. Along other walls, near halls and doorways that led deeper into the tower, other guards stood vigilant.
"May I help you?" The woman at the desk asked. Viatrix activated the screen of her datapad, turning it to present to the woman. On the screen, Viatrix's picture was displayed alongside credentials identifying her as legal councel.
"I believe you have detained my client, Yusup Nur." she swiped a finger across the screen to show a picture of Tsubasa with the false name along with other identifying information. She pulled the datapad back before the woman could study it too long. "The fact that he was not permitted to contact me is concerning. I had to find out about it on the news. I hope for your sake no one has attempted to interview him without me present. This facility is already under scrutiny for the-"
"I'll let them know you're coming up." the woman said, obviously not wanting to have a ranting lawyer in the lobby any longer than necessary.
Viatrix wasted no time, moving quickly to the security check where a few precisely timed mind tricks had the guards there ignoring the sensor alerts on their screens that had picked up the presence of the lightfoil strapped to her thigh. She was given a badge and escorted to an elevator. After a short ride, she was taken to an interview room. It had a table, two chairs, and nothing else. She was instructed to wait there while the prisoner was brought to her. When she was alone in the room, she reached out with her senses once again. Finding no indication of anyone spying on the room, she pushed her mind outward, searching for Tsubasa. This time, she found him.
I'm here. You're Yusup Nur. They're bringing you to- who is that? Her senses had picked up on the other bright spot in the Force nearby. It was unexpected, and Viatrix's guard immediately raised.
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Post by Rugs on Jan 15, 2020 15:09:06 GMT -5
Desertion. Tsubasa’s brow knit slightly at the word, drifting down from one of the cells above him. He didn’t know this stranger, nor his experiences or struggles, success or failures. But desertion was a steep charge to make against anyone.
He kept his silence as the stranger spoke on, telling of the war he’d fought in and the order he’d left behind. Which Order? Tsubasa crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the cold, metal wall beside him.
That he spoke of war led Tsubasa’s mind to an obvious conclusion--the Pan-Galactic War, between the Republic and Sith. That he spoke of an Order and fighting for them led to two sects, the Jedi and the Sith. The stranger in the cell above had, conveniently, declined to say to which he used to belong.
I sense no true darkness in him, he thought after a moment of silent reaching through the Force. The Matukai was, admittedly, less adept than others at feeling out such things through the Force, but he knew the Dark Side’s stink, especially after working with the Sith Knight Viasrion during the Archeri Crisis. Besides, it seemed strange to think a Republic world would hold a Sith runaway.
What did it matter, at this point? The man had turned his back on whatever Order he left, and now he faced some consequence for it. Regardless of Tsubasa’s own thoughts on turning away from his fight, it was not his place to judge.
“I do hope you can find peace with your actions,” he said. “Whatever that may mean for your path.”
“As for me...” he paused, hesitant to say too much but not wanting to let the stranger’s answer go unreturned. “My friend and I were attacked and took action to defend ourselves. My friend may have gotten a bit carried away, though...”
That damn droid. Tsubasa loved Ifrit dearly, but he could do without jumping to setting things on fire as a first option.
Before he could say more, he felt a presence — at first alarming, then familiar — reaching out to him. Viatrix? What is she doing here?
“I'm here, she said to his mind. “You're Yusup Nur. They're bringing you to- who is that?”
“I’m who?” Tsubasa answered telepathically. He still reeled from surprise that Viatrix was on world and had managed to find him, and now he was taking a fake name? “Who is who?”
A moment of thought, then the realization. The deserter. “If you mean the other Force user, he’s... I don’t know his name. I do not suspect we’ve any reason to fear him.”
Keeping his hold on the Force, but returning his attention to his immediate surroundings, Tsubasa spoke again to the stranger. “It seems there’s one coincidence after another here,” he said idly. “Do you have a name you go by?”
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Post by arley on Jan 18, 2020 17:06:30 GMT -5
Arley nodded to himself, he had found peace in what he'd done, as for what it meant for his path, he didn't know. He figured that it didn't really matter, the Force guided him and he was living by his own code. Arley didn't say anything else to him as he started explaining why he was here, saying that he was defending himself and that his friend had gotten a little out of hand and Arley let out a chuckle.
He then felt another presence through the Force, Arley thought it could be the man's friend, the Force never did things by accident. The man then spoke to him again, saying that there was a lot of coincidences happening and then he asked his name. "We both know with the Force there are no coincidences," Arley chuckled, it was a very Jedi thing to say. "My name is Arley and yours?" He asked returning the man's question with the same one. He couldn't help the feeling that something was about to happen, which was good too, he had no plan on seeing a courtroom. If he did manage to escape, he would need to get his lightsaber, he wasn't going to leave this jail without it.
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Post by Meira on Jan 20, 2020 10:40:20 GMT -5
"You sure Munci was brought here?"
"I told you I seen it, didn't I?"
"Alright, alright. Don't get your lekku in a twist. We just gotta be sure. Once we start, there's no going back."
"What, you scared?"
"I ain't scared!"
"Haha, yeah. Sure. And I ain't green."
"Shut up. You ready?"
"Let's do this!" "We've bent over backwards for the Republic! We've jumped through all their hoops! Played by all their rules! We even let them build this monstrosity in our beautiful city! And what do we have to show for it? More broken promises! More kicking the can down the road! Well, I say enough is enough!" Alright then... Viatrix was wary of another force sensitive being in the mix. It wasn't something she'd planned for. But it seemed to be of no consequence. Tough luck for the other guy though. Viatrix prepared to reiterate the persona she had created for Tsubasa when she saw two blurs of movement past the thin window in the interview room's door. A few seconds later, another blur of movement. Brow furrowed, Viatrix stood from her chair and moved to the door. The thin pane of glass provided only a narrow view of the hall outside. Opening the door, she peeked out, just as another figure was rushing past. "Excuse me!" she called after him. The guard skidded to a stop and turned back toward her. "What's going on?" "Ma'am, go back into the room and wait there please." the guard said, holding a hand up to discourage her from stepping further out of the room. All available personnel to the lobby now! Viatrix's eyes darted to the comm mounted on the guard's shoulder, having heard the transmission. "Ma'am, ple-""Am I safe? What is happening in the lobby?" Viatrix brought one hand to her chest, pitching her voice for a more fearful sound." "It's just some protestors, ma'am. We've got it under control. Go back in the room and wait there."The guard had stepped back toward Viatrix, his voice raised and deepening in reaction to her feigned fear, assuming authority once again... and giving away an interesting bit of information. Viatrix nodded, ducking back into the room as if she were a fearful child. Once the door was closed, she moved quickly to her datapad on the table. She closed the programs she'd had open, abandoning the lawyer angle and pulling up a slicing program. She needed a hardline connection, however. Glancing up, Viatrix noticed the mirrored glass along one wall of the room. Of course... Standing, Viatrix moved back to the door and slowly opened it. Stepping into the empty hall, she moved to the closest door to her left and opened it. Inside, there was a desk with a computer terminal. One wall sported the other side of the mirrored glass, showing a view into the interview room. She set about quickly to connect to the terminal and reached out to Tsubasa again. Change of plans. There's some protestors downstairs causing a scene. We'll just slip out while they're handling it. "You said you could handle it! What's taking so long?"
"It ain't like bustin' through a wall, Jenlo. This here takes finesse, ok? Some brain cells."
"What, you sayin' I'm stupid?"
"No, man... uh, I didn't mean it like-"
"How else could you mean it?
"You're right. I'm sorry."
"It really hurts, ya know?"
"I know. That was out of line. I'm just stressed, I guess. With this, and the whole raid yesterday."
"I'm stressed too, ya know. And it's like Doctor Ikan'lizu said, you can't just keep taking things out on me what ain't my fault."
"You're right. Hey, look at me. I'm sorry, alright?"
"Alright."
"Ok. How about we go get a caf after this. Just you and me?"
"I'd like that."
"Me too. Alright... just one more... oops..."
Slicing was not her strongest skill, but Viatrix knew her way around several standard security protocols. Prazhi, being a hub for several galactic powers, tended to be a crossroads for such information. Usually, she left the details of things like this to her team, but she didn't have them here to do the grunt work now. Luckily, it seemed this facility wasn't high on the list for receiving new system updates on a regular basis. Not too surprising, Ryloth was far from the core and this was just a holding facility. Their programs were a generation or two behind the more recent updates she'd seen and it took only a minute or two to get to a point where she could start to poke around. "Strange..." she thought, once she'd gotten in. There were some anomalies in the code that the age of the system alone could not account for. It was almost as if someone else had been mucking about before her. And they'd been sloppy about it. Shrugging it off, Viatrix reached out to Tsubasa again. I'm going to open your cell. Come to me and we can...All of the lights for the facility turned off. A second later, faint red emergency lights clicked on as backup power kicked in. Viatrix looked down at her datapad, which was rebooting from the surge. When the screen flickered to life once again, a warning window opened. Alert, security doors compromised. Manual override required. Begin Manual Override? __Yes __No Umm... Maybe all the cells are open...Viatrix clicked No and stood up, disconnecting her datapad from the terminal. It was definitely time to leave.
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Post by Rugs on Jan 23, 2020 18:39:32 GMT -5
“That is often true,” Tsubasa said. “Perhaps the Force has brought us together for a reason, or perhaps are paths are to merely cross without any greater meaning.” There had been a time when he’d tried to guess at the whims and reasons of fate and the Force’s guidance. He’d long since learned to stop and to let the Force take him where it would.
It hadn’t led him astray yet, though he couldn’t help but wonder at his current predicament. With a runaway Jedi in a nearby cell and Viatrix come all the way from Prazhi to search for him, Tsubasa couldn’t shake the feeling that something was afoot.
Maybe he wouldn’t have to be mad at Ifrit later.
Well, maybe not quite as mad.
“Yusup Nur,” he said easily to Arley, despite the newness of the name. He’d worn a false name once or twice, but he didn’t make a habit of it. While he didn’t want to lie to Arley, he also didn’t want to mess up... whatever it was Viatrix was scheming.
Change of plans. There's some protestors downstairs causing a scene. We'll just slip out while they're handling it.
“What?” Tsubasa’s brow furrowed. “Protesters?” He’d heard rumblings of some sort of trouble with the jail shortly after his arrival, but the all-consuming investigation granted few chances to put his attention elsewhere. Was there a disturbance in the Force? He reached out, searching.
The jail itself was a disturbance, thick with reverberating malice and fear and a thousand other emotions. Tsubasa thought he could feel something else if he strained, something just beyond the edge of reach...
The lights suddenly dimmed with a long, low whirrrrr as the jail’s power systems went dead. “What’s this?” he asked, looking up as red emergency lights lit the darkness.
A cascade of staccato hisses came from the far side of the jail wing, and next he knew, the energy barrier between the outside world and his tiny cell was gone. Vanished.
“Did you do this?” Tsubasa asked Viatrix. First she showed up, then protests began, and then the power went out. All while a Maturkai and ex-Jedi were holed up. “Couldn’t just open the cell by itself?”
“Oi!” A deep-voiced man yelled from further down. “We’re free! Let’s get the fuck outta here!”
Yells erupted as the inmates surged out of their cells and to their newfound freedom. In very short order, Tsubasa knew, the whole jail would be swarming like a kicked ant hive
No coincidences, indeed.
“It seems you were right,” he called to Arley over the noise. “If we are to seek freedom, now’s as good a time as any.”
Tsubasa stepped out of his cell. His was at the bottom of a short tower, several levels above. He saw a few guards struggling in vain to corral inmates above, and as he hurried toward the door, it parted to admit three more — one of which was the rude one from earlier.
“Back in your damn cells!” the rude one bellowed.
Tsubasa sighed.
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Post by arley on Jan 25, 2020 0:49:11 GMT -5
Red emergency lights popped on after the man gave his name and the force field that imprisoned him vanished. Arley figured that it had to be the other Force-sensitive that he felt. Right when the cells opened all the inmates rushed out, trampling each other, clawing for freedom from this prison. He could hear voices yelling for everyone to get out while they could.
Arley knew it was time to go...obviously, Yusup told him the same thing, Arley agreed with him but didn't say anything. He emerged from his cell to the crowded rushing of inmates, he followed Yusup and as the man got towards the door three guards came through the other side. The guards yelled at them to get back into their cells, Arley recognized the one who was rude to his new acquaintance when he was brought in. He heard the man sigh and Arley did as well, he had no desire to hurt these guards, but he would have to in order to escape.
"At least I won't be killing anyone today, he thought sighing in relief
Arley stood his ground as the guards moved in closer to them looking to corral the two men that stood in front of them. The guards started after the two men, stun batons in hand. Arley then raised a hand, with the Force he lifted the three guards high above their heads and slammed them on the floor. The haze from the slam left two of them unconscious, as the rude guards began to get back up Arley walked to him and kicked him in his face, knocking him out as well.
"Time to leave don't you think?" Arley started towards the door that the guards came through. He turned towards Yusup as he walked and opened his mouth to speak.
"Before we leave here, I need to find the armory, I need to get my lightsaber and the rest of my property that they took,"
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Post by Meira on Jan 26, 2020 13:37:52 GMT -5
This floor, consisting mostly of offices and interview rooms, was fairly devoid of guards at this point. They had been called down to the lobby to deal with the overeager protestors. But Viatrix knew this would not be the case as she ventured toward Tsubasa. Had the strange surge in the system not occurred, this might have been a problem. As she boarded a lift, Vi saw that a key card was needed to access certain floors, and yet, when she pressed the button for several floors up, it illuminated green anyway. That won't last long... she thought to herself as the lift rose, but it wasn't like she was about to look a gift tauntaun in the mouth. The lift dinged and the doors opened to reveal a security checkpoint in disarray. The small open space between the lift and the blast door opposite it was strewn with glass. That glass had come from the breaking of the window to the control booth to the side of the area. Within, Viatrix had time to register the movement of two beings before she pressed herself against the wall of the lift and out of sight. She did this just in time, as a red plasma bolt narrowly missed her as she moved. "Didja get 'im?" one voice asked in the silence that followed. "Don't think so, and I ain't sure it was a him." replied the other. "It's not!" Viatrix shouted her reply. Another shot was fired into the lift, creating a black scorching hole on the back wall. Attention. Security breach. Reboot initiated. Hard lock down in four minutes. Repeat... "Shit!"
"I told you it weren't gonna last! Hurry up!"
"Shut up, will ya?"Viatrix, emboldened perhaps by the new time crunch, stuck both of her hands out so that they'd be visible through the lift door. "I'm not here to fight you!" she shouted. "I'm just looking for a friend." She could hear them whispering to one another for a moment, then one barked for her to stand where they could see her. Vi swallowed, unsure, but stepped out from the lift into the open space of the security checkpoint. In the control booth, she could see the shadowy figures of two Twi'lek men. One had a blaster trained in her direction, but aimed low. The other was bent over a console. "You're the one that crashed the system." Viatrix said. That caused him to look up and she could barely make out the nod of his head from the glow of the console screen. "That was badass." she said, giving the man a genuine smile. She heard him chuckle, and the other man nudged his shoulder with an elbow. Behind her, the blast door opened suddenly, and the full revolt of the detention block within came into view. Viatrix turned to take it in. Before her, several floors were visible, with cells all opening to a central chamber. Across the way, another hall was visible, and Viatrix could see Tsubasa being confronted by three guards. "Good luck, eh?" a voice next to her said. Vi glanced sideways to see the two men, one a pale pink and the other green as they moved past her toward their own purpose. The green one tapped his wrist and Viatrix was reminded of their newly imposed limit. She nodded her head and then moved to make her way around the open center of the detention block. All around, prisoners were throwing furniture, fighting guards, and even fighting each other. It was all she could do to move through the chaos, dodging chairs and fists in equal measure. For the most part, none of the violence was directed toward her, and she was able to move fairly deftly through the fray, arriving at the other side to find the three guards that had been about to confront Tsubasa all on the ground. There was another man, as well, and Viatrix realized he was the other force user she'd sensed earlier. "Well handled." she said, gesturing toward the guards. "We have to hurry, though. The system is rebooting."
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Post by Rugs on Jan 29, 2020 10:31:12 GMT -5
Three guards against the two of them. Even alone, Tsubasa would not have felt at a disadvantage, but with another Force user in him, there was little cause for concern beyond the time wasted dealing with them.
He started to open his mouth and try to warn them off — they deserved that much, even the rude one — but before he could, they were in the air and on the ground. The third that stumbled around got a kick for his troubles and Arley and Tsubasa were, for a moment, unopposed.
“Past time,” Tsubasa said, keeping an eye on the chaos unfurling around them. He nodded as Arley spoke of retrieving his lightsaber. It was all well and good; he needed to find Ifrit, and his wan-shen was likely in the same holding area as Arley’s saber.
Viatrix’s approaching presence drew his attention, as a burly Twi’lek brawled with an undersized guard on the floor above. “It is good to see you,” he said. His tone and face said he had a thousand questions about what was going on, but they could wait for later.
“Yes, we need to get out of here. But,” he motioned with his head toward Arley, “he needs to find his lightsaber and I need to get my wan-shen and Ifrit.” Tsubasa started to walk out of the detention block, trusting that Arley and Viatrix would follow. There was no need to linger, and the longer they did, the more likely trouble would find them.
“Did you happen to see any equipment holding areas?” he asked Viatrix. “I suspect our weapons will be in the same place. Ifrit, I am less sure of.” Tsubasa did not know which way he led them, only that it was the way from which Viatrix seemed to have come.
“And is something else going on here?” He looked to Viatrix. “It can be hard to tell in a place like this, but something feels wrong.”
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Post by arley on Jan 31, 2020 3:11:40 GMT -5
Arley looked up from the guards after slamming them on the ground an knocking them out, chaos had ensued and noise erupted into the space leading out of the cells they were in, Arley heard the man with the fake name say (he was in a prison, he assumed everyone used fake names...other than him.), past time, the former Jedi nodded without hesitation, knowing what he meant. Arley saw a woman approach telling him well done and motioned to the guards, he didn't bother reply to her, just nodded since getting out was the main mission at this point. The man, "Yusup", which Arley thought the name was ridiculous, to him it seemed a more Rodian name, but he wasn't going to complain about freedom, brought up getting his wan-shen and ifrit. Arley realized then that this man was Matukai, Arley was a history connoisseur, he loved old things for some reason, and he remembered the lesson on this culture of Force-users. He started asking the woman questions as they made their way through the detention block, Arley agreed that something felt wrong, this was all to convenient...even with his friend involved. But he set it aside and interjected after he started talking. "I know where they are keeping our weapons, its in the unmarked door across from the prisoner property storage, I saw it when they brought me in, I also heard guards talking about a droid bay as well, but its a floor above us," Arley explained, he then huffed a sigh and kept talking. "Something IS wrong, we need to grab our things and your...friend and leave, the Force brought us here and we should waste the that time,"
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Post by Meira on Feb 2, 2020 13:25:34 GMT -5
Viatrix reluctantly nodded as both men asserted their need to find their belongings. She supposed she could not begrudge them that. But she shook her head as she fell into step with the men. She'd only seen the lobby, the interview rooms on the floor below and now this block. Looking up and down in the open space of the block, it appeared the detention levels themselves spanned several floors, but prisons could be deceptive, and she prep schematics. Arley, however, seemed to be the man with the answer. He quickly noted that he'd seen where they needed to go. Well enough. That was that problem handled, she supposed. As to Tsubasa's other question, Viatrix furrowed her brow.
"I'm not certain." she said, sidestepping two prisoners who'd decided now was the perfect time to have it out on whatever disagreement they seemed to have had. "I didn't have time to read much, but it appears that many locals aren't exactly happy with this tower's presence in the city. It has something to do with Republic contracts. It seems they don't feel they've been given a fair shake in all of it. The system going down appears to be unrelated. I ran into two gentlemen who were here to find an associate of their own."
As they rounded a corner, they came to an intersection. To their right, stairs led to the floor above. To their left, the corridor's blast door lay open. Further down, several guards were moving in formation. They spotted the three and began to rush forward, shouting for them to surrender. Viatrix's eyes darted about, looking for what she might be able to do. She had her lightfoil, but was loathe to use it if she didn't have to. It was, after all, a conspicuous weapon. The last thing she needed was security footage out there of her wielding a laser sword.
In a mad dash, she rushed over to the controls by the blast door and slammed her hand down onto the activator. It hesitated for a moment as the door controls acknowledged to manual override, but the door began to close in segments. Seeing this, the guards opened fire, and Viatrix had to press herself to the wall to keep from being hit. When the door finished closing entirely, She pulled at the panel beside the controls to expose the wiring.
"This will only take me a moment. Go on! I'll catch up!" she shouted.
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Post by Rugs on Feb 5, 2020 12:34:40 GMT -5
Arley seemed to be on top of things, and Tsubasa saw no reason to doubt him. “Well enough,” he said, nodding. “We must be quick. The sooner we can get there and retrieve our belongings, the sooner we can get out of here.”
Tsubasa hastened his pace. He didn’t want to imagine what would happen if order was restored and they were caught wandering around outside their holding cells. Not to mention the trouble that would land Viatrix in.
“That situation sounds unfortunate,” he said, looking over his shoulder to Viatrix, “but if it works to our benefit, it’s a chance we must take.”
They came to an intersection, with a way to the above to the side and an open blast door ahead. As Viatrix got the doors closed and urged them onwards, Tsubasa motioned to Arley to follow him and sprinted up the stairs.
They passed through a landing and up to the floor above, to find a layout similar to the floor they’d left below. A command center sat abandoned, and Tsubasa could hear shouting and fighting from down the hall.
“Let’s see...” He hurried to a terminal, which was blessedly unlocked, and poked around the interface. A few moments of prodding and he found a map. The floor they were on did seem to be remarkably similar to the one below, with the only notable exception being a droid bay about halfway to the detention block. It was the only one on the floor.
Come, Tsubasa said as he hurried down the hall. The noise from the fracas grew louder as they neared the block, but they stopped at the bay before reaching any trouble.
Heavy metal doors groaned open. Tsubasa felt a swell of hope, then crushing disappointment when he saw what waited within.
The bay held several droids, some large and bulky, others small for fitting into tight spaces. All of them were custodial droids, with cleaning supplies piled along cluttered shelves and old, dirty buckets leaning against the wall.
“It seems,” he said, voice tight, “that this is not the right place.”
“Oy! Who the ‘ell are you?!”
Tsubasa turned at the sound of the voice to see a bulky green Twi’lek, flanked by another Twi’lek and a Duros, with more inmates coming along behind them. Tsubasa saw a guard laying on the ground with a puddle of sticky red pooling under his head.
“We should go,” Tsubasa muttered to Arley. Sure, they could fight the inmates off if they had to, but that would cost precious time.
“I asked you a question, shorty!” The Twi’lek yelled. He cracked his knuckles. “Maybe I outta come crack your head open an’ see if you listen any better!”
Tsubsa sighed.
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Post by arley on Jul 7, 2020 4:56:53 GMT -5
Arley pressed himself against the wall as the guards shot at them, but Viatrix got the door shut and decided to mess with the wiring, he assumed she was making sure the door stayed shut. She told the men to press on and that she would catch up so Arley followed Tsubasa up the stairs toward the droid bay. They came to a command center with nobody in it, the sound of battle filled the corridors and Arley's new friend started messing with the terminal inside. Once Tsubasa got what he needed he told Arley to come on, Arley followed him to the droid bay.
Sadly they weren't in the right place, Tsubasa remarked, the room was filled with custodial droids and nothing else. "Well wha-" Arley began but was cut off by a big Twi'lek and his friends, one the same species as him and a Duros. There was a guard on the ground in a pool of his own blood. 'Fantastic,' Arley thought, it seems they couldn't catch a break here, Arley made a mental note to never find himself in a prison again. Tsubasa told Arley that they should go, Arley agreed, fighting these criminals would do nothing but waste time that they didn't have.
Arley heard knuckles cracking and the big Twi'lek spat out a threat, wanting his question answered and threatening to hurt the two men if Tsubasa didn't answer him. He heard the man sigh and a smile crept across Arley's lips. He reached out with the Force and spoke to the big Twi'lek with a wave of his hand. "You don't want to fight," Arley said.
"I don't want to fight," the Twi'lek said back.
"You want to go back to your cell and rethink your life," Arley told him.
"I want to go back to my cell and rethink my life," the Twi'lek muttered and the three aliens walked away, their minds confused by the control Arley had exerted over them. Arley had almost forgotten about the Jedi Mind Trick, he hated using it, he didn't like controlling other's minds, but he was known to use it in a pinch. Arley turned his head and looked at Tsubasa,
"Where to next?"
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Post by Meira on Jul 20, 2020 12:04:12 GMT -5
ZAP!
Viatrix cursed, shaking her hand as the shock from the exposed wire she'd been fiddling with traveled up her forearm. Her right ring finger had gone slightly numb from the jolt, but she saw no immediate burn to the skin. Gritting her teeth, she quickly twisted the wire together with another. The circuit was thoroughly fouled now. It would take a great deal of time or a greater amount of skill to open that door now. She doubted any of the guards on the other side possessed enough of either to make a difference. With a quick glance around to ensure she was clear, Viatrix dashed to the stairwell to find Tsubasa and the other man once again.
She arrived on the landing to find it empty, but she knew that the two must not be too far off. Cautiously, she pressed forward. A turn from the landing brought the two into view, far along down the corridor at a doorway. She assumed this was the storage area where their weapons were being kept. She was about to move forward to join them when a number of prisoners appeared in the corridor. Viatrix stepped back, concealing herself behind a wall, but ready to act if needed. There was a tense moment when the prisoners -who seemed greedy for blood, no matter whose- attempted to draw Tsubasa and Arley into a fight. But, it seemed Arley was indeed a skilled Force user, as he turned them away with a mind trick. Viatrix stepped back further into a shadow as the prisoners passed her position.
As the last of them moved by, she leaned out slightly. Her movement must have caught the prisoner's peripheral vision, as the Duros turned. His red eyes began to widen as his mouth opened. But the alarm he was about to raise was stopped short as Viatrix stepped in close and, with lightning speed, shot her hand out and into his throat. All that he was able to produce then was a gargled gasp as his trachea suddenly collapsed. He staggered backward from the blow, hands instinctively clutching at his neck. This left his abdomen exposed and Viatrix landed two more precise blows, one just above his left hip and the second to his groin. The Duros slumped left, then forward and down with each blow. Viatrix finished the assault with an upward thrust to his face. He fell on his back, out cold, with hardly a sound being made. The other prisoners, having been ahead of the Duros, had rounded a corner and were currently none the wiser. That would not last.
Turning back toward Tsubasa and Arley, she gestured for them to hurry. Aside from the threat of the other prisoners, they were dangerously close to losing their window with the security system breach. If they didn't get out of there very soon, it would reset and they'd be trapped.
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Post by Rugs on Jul 21, 2020 14:56:38 GMT -5
Tsubasa was rarely one to shy away from a fight, but now he clenched his jaw, annoyed at the prisoners who were hell-bent on confronting them just because. None of the trio — the apparent leader of which, Tsubasa suspected was used to being the big dog in his particular circles outside the prison — posed any physical threat to himself or Arley. But he could almost feel the seconds ticking by, and they still had to find Ifrit and recover their weapons before the prison reentered lockdown.
He opened his mouth to warn the three buffoons off. Before he could make a sound, Arley intervened, turning the Force against their unexpected company’s minds and sending them away. “Well done,” Tsubasa said quietly as the prisoners retreated. “Now we shou-”
Tsubasa fell silent as a spike of surprise ripped through the Force. He turned to see Viatrix in the middle of putting the Duros on the ground. He could only assume the blue alien had caused or was about to cause some trouble. Whatever happened, it was here nor there, and they had places yet to be.
“We need to get to the inmate property holding area,” Tsubasa said, moving on and motioning for his two companions to join them. Arley had said weapons were held near there, and Tsubasa suspected that if Ifrit was anywhere, it’d be there. Force, let it be so. If the droid wasn’t there, then they’d surely be out of time to find him.
If they weren’t already.
“Either of you know the way?” Tsubasa hadn’t seen much on his way into the jail. He stepped quickly, faster than a walk but short of a jog, along the spartan metal corridors back toward the stairwell. They were, judging by the fourth-floor marker at the landing that fed into the hallway, a few floors up. Tsubasa guessed they needed to descend to reach their destination, but he stopped, almost leaning forward from suddenly-arrested momentum as he glanced to Arley and Viatrix for guidance.
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