Kashyyk, and the zabraks((Invite only))

[Necro Stormborn]

((Marius our story will occur here. we will meet the zabraks inform them of our intentions to protect and aid them agasint what we have come to expect is an attempt to stop thier business by the jedi council.))


The ship, along with the to people inside began its descent to the landing pad in the rusty jungle. while avoiding trees, the only thing on Ramseye's mind was would they or would they not split up when they came in contact, for Ramseye was still anxious to see the women in action.

The ship slowly deccelerated and began the procedures to dock. They were docking outside of the regulated area, in the private sector, where Zcerka use to park its transports. it was partially abandoned, however it still teamed with crates and boxes of supplies never shipped.

As the ship came to a stop on the landing structure, Ramseye turned his head to the right to look at the falleen woman, in her glory, to say, "Well.... we are here. lets alert the army that the cavalry has arrived." He unstrapped himself from the seat and walked to the ramp. as the ramp skidded down and to a halt, he stepped down and began to fix the security options, which now would detontate the ship should anyone try to break in with the wrong password. A cost.... but better that the theif learn his or her lesson. in the distance he spotted some industrial looking buildings, of which he assumed were no doubt the firm who'd taken over Zcerka's position. He would find out who, and alert them to his and marius's presence here on kashyyk, claiming that they were here to monitor for the sith on munnilists. Of course, whoever was here had some type of sith backing, what that was illuded him.. but they would gain access to thier facilities one way or another, intimidation being the best route.

As he waited for Marius to join him outside of the ship, he checked his supplies, preparing in his mind what he would say to who ever owned the facility in the distance.

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((Marius here))

[Marius]

The slow whine of atmosphere burning against the hull of the blockade-runner was familiar, if not nostalgic to the Falleen, sending her back in her memory to the time when she had traversed the galaxy as a Jedi Shadow with her master, saving the world from the Dark Side. Now she was working with a known Dark Sider, and was trying to kill the entire council. The pure irony of life amused Mariani, and she wondered now what would happen next.

The human next to her rose, his dark clad form moving effectively to carry him swiftly from the cockpit to the corridor in a matter of moments. Elegantly, the Sith Assassin rose as well, white clad form moving spectrally, as if a shadow at the man’s back, thin cotton garments flowing from her lithe form to trail as a rippling wave behind. She waited to the side as he lowered the ramp, watching him stalk down it, before turning to the security panel. Taking that as a queue to descend, Mariani did so, waiting near the Marauder.

“Oh, human. You may call me Mari, or Lady Mari if you are so inclined,” she said slyly.

OOC: Sorry that it is short. I do not really know what to do. XD

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As the falleen came walking down the ramp he looked to her face and watched hr lips move in sequence to produce words. “Oh, human. You may call me Mari, or Lady Mari if you are so inclined,” she said.

"Very well Mari. Lets go see what we can find out about this planet from the black market occupants." He pointed to the structure in the distance that, he was pretty sure had several security guards on detail.

As he walked toward the structure on the long winding pathways from tree to tree, from encampment in the sky to the next, he could hear her still walking behind him, following himlike a shadow. no doubt she was still a mystery to him, but she also would be a good ally for the future, and Ramseye most certainly had plans. The building they came close to had 3 floors, and outside stationed at the entrance was 4 troopers, Zabraks, and they carried weapons. Heavy weapons. as he neared the entrance area, mari still following swiftly behind him, the guards began to lift thier gaze towards his. He started to contemplate what he should say exactly... and was beginning to side with Sith aid. Then again, he didn't want to make the sith a clear supporter of such activities, but then again, the aristocrats back on Munnilist usually didn'y care where the money was coming in from, so long as it was coming in.

Ramseyey looked up to a tree branch that was about the size of his ship, sprouting from the right side of the facility, running up along the side and out towards the sentinels guarding the entrance. Upon it he noticed snipers, and a comm man. Again, all were Zabraks. This was surprising, but not completely unexpected. He'd heard news of the Zabrakcs and thier hatred and abuse of the wookies. One would conclude that they would therefore be stationed just as Czerka had on kashyykk; and they were in just the type of peculiar spot as the Czerka corp had been.

AS the two neared the entrance, Ramseye motioned a hand sign back to Mari, in an attmept to signal her not to attack if they were not premitted in.

Once they were at the door, the zabracks questioned them , threating with their blasters asking who they are and what they were doing. "My good Zabracks, we are representatives of the aristocrats on Munnilists, we are here acting as the sith equivalent in your operation, permit us to speak with your commander or who ever runs this operations so we can assist you in any way, shape, or form."

The main zabrak looked to the others, but then gazed down to Ramseyes belt and noticed the shaft of a lightsaber. "I see.... it is an honor to have the sith here at our encampment, please enter via here." he pressed a lever and entered three digits into a key pad, and the door opened like a rush of steam. The two dark jedi entered the Zabrack camp, only to find what looked like a processing facility. there were lines of wookies in hand cuffs and even less zabracks holding guns trying to keep things in order. "Its a slave ring... business is business I guess." stated Ramseye to Mari.

((No prob Marius, just keep her going and were doing fine. ))

[Marius]

The air was filled with a multitude of scents; the one most prominent was that of the ancient trees, their presence in the Force was one that you had to shut out, just to keep from going crazy. Finding a person through the Force here, would be neigh impossible, and at that the Falleen smiled, her own techniques for cloaking her presence would be of great use here, especially with such distractions, even if a Jedi were strong enough to sense her Force Presence when she shrunk it to the degree that to nearly anyone could not sense it, they would not be able to do so here, the Presence of this forest was just too much. You could see the Force flow through the very leaves, the verdant flesh growing visibly with each second, thick vines creeping up the deep chocolate of the trunks. This place was so very alive, yet, the pain, the anger, one could taste it, the source not so far away, but its ripple covering the whole planet.

The deep shadow created by the cowl of the many layered thin white robes hid the perfect symmetry of a smile that spread across the full lips of the Sith Assassin, only the dim glowing of stormy gray eyes peering out like crystals set upon faded velvet. The form was nearly an apparition amongst the bright greens and dark browns, feet not making the slightest of sounds upon planking of the walkway that the pair trod upon, not sensible through the Force. It was as if Mariani was some sort of spirit, haunting the man before her. What a fitting description, for one whom had once been, and now pretended to be, a Shadow of the Dark Side.

As they drew near the encampment that Ramseye was leading them to, the once Jedi sensed the Zabraks. Those hiding in the trees, and those inside, her attention flitting between them all, creating strategies of the most effective way to decimate them all, and preparing to cloak her form. Coldly, she contemplated killing those who questioned their presence, yet, did not, understanding the suggestion of the human. How dare they raise their guns.. Mariani though to herself, yet understanding as always that secrecy, deception, and more subtle tactics proved to be far more productive than outright slaughter, however fun the latter may be. As they passed the door guards, she glared at the two, touching their impotent minds through the Force, letting tendrils of the Darkside chill them to the core.

Her next sight, however shocked the Sith Assassin to the core. Her immediate instinct, was to slaughter the slave-captors. The Wookies were a fine and noble people, strong and vicious at times, although still too deeply connected to their emotions. The principles of the Jedi were still strongly rooted in her, a weakness that she loathed. Her Falleen nature, and the power of the Darkside, wanted her to believe the Zabraks were right in their efforts to enslave the Wookies, if they were so weak as to fall to such physically weak humanoids, but her Jedi side, her side of honor, felt that the people of this world should be free. It was a fight that nearly tore her apart, but, as is the nature of her species, Mariani did nothing, not a muscle upon her face twitched. She merely stood in silence behind the human, peering out upon everything coldly, waiting for what would be their next move.

Then, a rather pompous looking Zabrak sauntered over, with a small gaggle of bodyguards. This one was obvious the leader they had been directed to, or the slave master. Either one, the feel of this one in the Force told the Sith Assassin that they best be careful with him, a wrong word would lead to their having to kill the power mad idiot.

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Ramseye felt the cold air swirling around Mari, as she no doubt contemplated the darker of the two actions going through her mind. Then he too realized that the man they were looking for had seemingly appeared right before him. behind was an entourage of bodygaurds, hired guns and other contemptous muscle. It was not needed... nonetheless they had business to attend to.

Ramseye stretched out his hand preparing with his other hand to clasp the mans hand as a priest would do. Such was the technique taught to him by his parents at a young age as the prince to the royal Novok family. He would greet the man peacfully and without anger or a flinching emotion.... just as the falleen seemed to be doing naturally.

The man took his hand and said, "I am Zardak Han, leader of this fine establishment, and overseer of the work done here on kashyykk. I'm sure you can tell by now... this is a slaving ring, and i hope your truly have come to us to aid us, as my gaurd made me aware of. I was told you asked to speak on behalf of the sith, to aid us... and I wil hold you to such promises. In fact.... I will skip with the tact, and head straight to it. Just a few minutes ago we lost communications with a major sensor array about 3 klicks west of here. I dispatched patrols, but i have not heard back."

At the mention of such commotion, The hair on ramseye's neck pricked up, as if he'd just got a cold chill. And thast was precisely what had happened. He was overly excited about getting to do something... besides, he was growing impatient with the scoundrels infront of him and wanted more and more to slay them for their atrocities... but that would not convey there presence for the sake of assistance, so killing intruders would have to do. "Hmm.. Well, we were expecting as such, but not this soon. Our intelligance told us that there would be some type of commotion here... and that you would need help.... but this is sooner then expected. What do you make of it Mari?"

[Marius]

“It be the Jedi,” she answered the human coldly, mechanical husk that was usually present in her voice absent, replaced instead with the bitter and sharp tinge of anticipation. If one would have known the Falleen species, they would have also taken this to be a sign of fright, but hardly anyone aside from a Falleen knew them well, the people being a rather xenophobic one. Yet, deep inside Mariani felt the fear, was sickened at it, as its coldness swept away some of the raging fire inside of her. This one attack, if there be any flaw in its execution, could lead to her outing, and valuable position inside the Jedi Order would be lost, all of her years of work, all the dedication. Mayhap it would be worth it, when she met this Dark Lord of the Sith, perhaps he could offer her something that no Jedi ever could, that is if they ever met him. In her mind, killing a Jedi Councilor was an achievement that deserved at least respect from anyone, however powerful they may be.

The soft jutting roundness of her scaled chin rose, the light catching the unique skin of the female Falleen eloquently, the now deep maroon that portrayed confidence and danger her flesh had taken looked lovely in contrast to the pure cotton white of her robes, like the blood of a pomegranate. Searing violet eyes stared directly into the oculars of the Zabrak leader, hard and cold as thick cores of amethyst. Her beauty was a terrible beauty, the beauty of a viper, the beauty of a Falleen warrior, the beauty of deepest shadows. Light slipped downward as her face lifted up, illuminating the wicked smile spread across her mandarin painted lips. Deliberately, she turned her head toward Ramseye, the rest of her frame completely still.

“I say that these kind gentlemen give us the coordinates of where this intrusion is, and we go there, and deal with the perpetrators. That is,” the Sith Assassin whipped her head around now to look at the commander once again, glaring out at him from the deep shadow of her mantle. “Unless there are other suspected intrusions. Perhaps, you should check once again. The Jedi have been known to work in groups, and only one group and or entry point would seem very unlike them. If that be the case, each of us individually should investigate, taking a small squadron of warriors that our gracious host can provide us with. After all my dear human,” Mari smiled again at the other Dark Jedi. “We do not want sneaky Jedi running around destroying the hard work these men have done upon this most unfortunate of planets.”

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"I agree mari, and so I believe we now have reason to do our job... and what are job entitles... the killing of our freind's enemies. If you would please, mr. Han, give us the coordinates to your downed sensor array. We will solve this most annoying problem for you." He smikred and then turned to look at Marius.

"Ah yes.. here, this is where the sensor is located..." Zardak Han said handing over a data pad, " and this ... this is where we keep the power supply. and over here is--"

"We only need to know of the sensor's location that is all, thank you." Ramseye turned briskly around. "Marius... lets go." He floated towards the entryway, gliding as he took each step, a malice churning inside, happy to get to do something entertaining.

((Marius you can post a follow up... or we can move it to the "distraction" if you'd like, with zack and kubb))

[Marius]

(My character's name is Mariani dear. XD And I shall post there, it would be more convenient for me.)