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Jun 14, 2008 5:09:19 GMT -5
Post by Kay on Jun 14, 2008 5:09:19 GMT -5
((I hope this is right. Very little info was given on the city. Oh, and this thread is restricted to those on the Devaron mission only.))
As the Jedi transport broke through the clouds of Devaron’s atmosphere it was immediately greeted with the tranquil and picturesque view spanning the lush surface, the many great rivers and large jutting peaks of the Blue Mountain range filling their vision as they approached the capital Montellian Serat.
Flying directly through the polished white sky-scrapers which dominated the ground and air of the ancient city, the Jedi witnessed something unusual; it appeared everything was business as usual. Even with all the reports they’d received the city seemed as lively as ever. Ships were cluttering the air-space as citizens went about their lives, the ground seemingly quiet for a country in civil war. Was the outside world simply dreaming up these talks of Devaronian unease?
As they approached their destination the ships communications crackled to life, allowing the welcoming voice of a female dock officer to fill the transport, “Greetings Ambassadors, the Devaron government has been expecting you; please proceed to docking bay E-4 where you’ll meet with minister of defense, Jesiel Tekal. We hope you’ll have a pleasant stay here at Montellian Serat.” And with that, the link was cut, leaving the ship to fall back into silence.
Jesial, dressed in the formal black military garb of her civilization wasted no time in marching towards the shuttle as it landed, flanked by two heavily armed male guards while every now and then looking over her shoulder as she surveyed the area. Even as the transport’s ramp lowered she kept glancing from side to side, almost as if she were expecting something, her hand in the meantime resting comfortably on her holster as she waited for the Jedi to exit.
Unlike some of her species, Tekal only retained a little white fur on the tips of her elfish ears and besides a few white streaks, her long kempt hair was mostly black, tied into a neat pony tail. Her tan skin retained a hint of orange, as if she’d misapplied some spray on, while her dark green eyes gave away a look of determination, ambition. She actually very much resembled a human, perhaps even an attractive one, depending on your tastes. At the centre of her forehead was a small black nub, a horn. Readying herself to greet the ambassadors, she moved into a very rigid, militant, position, her arms behind her back and legs spread slightly apart.
The ship now sat in the middle of a circular landing bay, surrounded by towering steel walls, a single entrance, and a nearby security tower. Over the walls the city was still clearly visible however, its buildings reaching past the clouds and out of sight. Oddly enough, it appeared the bay where the Jedi had been directed was meant for more than one ship but was vacant.
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Jul 9, 2008 20:41:36 GMT -5
Post by Vreem Took on Jul 9, 2008 20:41:36 GMT -5
(OOC: Right I'm here, now, sorry for the abnormal delay)
As the planet had loomed over the ship, Vreem had returned to pilot the craft during their descent. He was no technological whiz kid and certainly was not a speed demon in the cockpit, like many other Jedi he knew. He was competent, a word that, being a member of the council, was not a word he was associated with. Of course, every Jedi was courteous and so they would not dare say such a thing to a high ranked member, another dreary result of his rank which annoyed the master. He preferred it much more when there was no hassle or worry over possibly saying something which someone might find insulting. That’s why, if it were not the apparent threat of war, he’d enjoy this mission.
Bursting through the clouds, the scenery was quite a shock from the ocean of white. There was a picturesque natural landscape, one which might be seen on an advertisement to attract travellers. And then all too quickly, they were flying between the towering sky-scrapers, amazing feats of architecture that had their own unique style. It was like this in most capital cities of planets which were part of the Republic, but often to a greater extend. So, to see such advancement in a planet which held up only its own banner helped to show the strength and wealth which the Devaronian Government had built up.
As the crackle of a transmission broke through, Vreem listened but chose not to reply, simply following the orders which the voice had relayed. There was no need to hide or to try and be stealthy, for if they were truly unwanted, they would have been shot out of the sky already.
Still, Vreem could not wipe of the look of puzzlement throughout their descent. He had seen civil war before, yet there was not the black smog which lifted dimly from the shattered ground and buildings, nor did their appear to be a grim atmosphere hanging over the city, looking below the swarming citizens would lead one to believe that there was no civil war. Yet the reports had been quite clear, fighting, death, possible involvement from the Sith Empire. After reminding himself of this last fact and taking another look around, he felt that the prospect of Sith entanglement was more than likely. There was just something in the Force, it was not fully detectable, but there was just… something.
Managing to land the ship safely, which was always a good start to his missions, the ones that involved him messing up the landing never went well, he powered down the ship and moved back to where both Niv-Taro and Meira were. The situation they were in was a disheartening one, things were different than he had first anticipated and the aging master could very well see this mission a lot more effort than he first thought.
“Well,” he said with a hint of concern, “things aren’t looking too good. Well, actually, they are, and that’s the problem. For a planet caught in civil war like the reports say, things are much too peaceful. We have to remain vigilant and given the circumstances, I think it’s best we don’t trust anyone but each other, there is something going on here, I can feel it.” He paused for a moment, the worry and deep thought seeming through the creases in his face. “Meria,” he snapped quickly, removing the focused expression, “since the government is dedicated in its belief of feminine superiority, I believe it is best for you to take the lead here, it might help ease the transaction. May the Force be with us.” He finished, making his way to the exit ramp, the other Jedi most likely in tow.
From the moment his foot hit solid ground his eyes and mind were in a frenzy, sweeping the scene around them. The hangar was completely deserted and one of the Devaronian females before him seemed nervous, almost anxious. Strange, he thought, as there appeared to be no threat around, yet one would not get so flustered over such a meeting. Keeping his thoughts to himself, Vreem merely walked towards them, standing a little to the right of Meria, he had to play the spectator for a number of things this mission. Finally within a comfortable speaking distance, Vreem bowed yet held his tongue. This would be Meria’s field and also an opportunity to prove herself.
All the while, Vreem exerted the force through his body, trying to sense all that he could. Of course, that meant if there were any Dark Jedi involved, they’d more than likely be aware of his presence. And it was always a great experience when that happened to be the case.
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Jul 9, 2008 23:55:48 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jul 9, 2008 23:55:48 GMT -5
As Master Took returned to the cockpit to negotiate the ship's path to the landing bay, Meira took a few moments to clear her thoughts. Reaching out with the force, as if stretching her arms before a workout, Meira welcomed its flow. It connected her to everything. To Niv-Taro and Master Took, to the ship itself. Her senses caught the transmission sent to the ship from the city authorities and noted the name of the official that would be greeting them.
Once the ship was settled, Master Took returned and gave a few quick words. He then specifically instructed Meira to take the lead as they met with the Minister. She nodded, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for this. It would be crucial. First impressions were the most important after all.
The ramp lowered and the three Jedi stepped forth. It might have been an odd formation, had any spectator known that it was the lowest ranking member leading the way. But the three walked practically in line. Meira was simply in the middle. Upon reaching the minister, Meira took a step closer than Master Took or Niv-Taro, though it must be noted that her distance remained respectful. She, like Master Took gave a bow. Her green eyes, made even more vibrant by the black band tattoo that ran across her eyelids from ear to ear, did not waver left or right, but her senses took in as much as they could.
This Minister had a sense of pride in her eyes. She was all business, but also wary. Meira would be swift with the courtesies, sensing that it would be appreciated. Rising from her bow, Meira spoke, filling her voice with as much confidence as she could muster given the circumstances. Thanks to the force, Her features were calm and serene, the perfect picture of a Jedi.
Greetings Minister Tekal. Please allow me to introduce myself and my companions. My name is Meira Valli. This is Vreem Took, and Niv-Taro Ghesdune. She gestured to each as she spoke their names, purposely leaving out any titles. Would she lie if such specifics were brought into question? Meira wasn't sure, but she'd cross that bridge if she had to. Instead, she reminded herself to keep her mind in the present.
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Jul 14, 2008 2:05:17 GMT -5
Post by Halmtier on Jul 14, 2008 2:05:17 GMT -5
Engaged by the view as the group swept down past the clouds, Niv-Taro could feel the cold isolation of space slowly fade from ships interior. Devaron was beautiful, coated in lush flora that emanated a lively aura that began to ease the Nagai's mind. amidst the foliage Montellian Serat could be seen, breaking the tranquil scenery and looking sorely out of place. As they closed into the city the feeling passed however, with each large sky scraper cutting them off from the majestic view the decent yielded.
Listening to Vreems concerns as he piloted the small shuttle caused Niv to roll his eyes in reluctance. It was frustrating to know that gender alone would play a pivotal role in negotiations; With any luck their attempts wouldn't be plagued by discrimination and skepticism from the opposing sexes. Letting out a sigh, he decided to let those thoughts go, taking this mission on a here and now basis.
Once the ship touched down the jedi silently flanked Meira. Without moving his head, he let his eyes slowly look around the empty hanger, noting the almost eerie silence and lack of traffic. Adding to this ominous feeling was the fact that the Minister of Defense wore a guise of anxiousness, looking around like a child afraid of being caught in some forbidden act.
They stopped slightly behind Meira, bowing towards the small group that had come to welcome them. Niv came to stand at attention, his arms tucked behind the small of his back. Still silent, he waited.
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Jul 21, 2008 11:25:59 GMT -5
Post by Kay on Jul 21, 2008 11:25:59 GMT -5
In response Tekal gave a slight, yet respectful, bow of her head before speaking.
“It’s an honour to meet you all master Jedi as well as be your escort to the president; she’s been eager to meet you ever since news of your coming reached us.”
With the pleasantries out of the way Tekal lifted her gaze to face the Jedi once again -- a semi-forced smile now adorning her features -- as she allowed for a brief pause; long enough to make for an almost awkward silence. She’d run out of things to say however and was busy racking her brain for something else before quickly piping in again.
“Perha~”
The explosion came without warning, the sound of twisting metal and crackling flame, followed by a storm of footfalls as the cause charged through the breach. The once quiet hangar suddenly now alive as alarms rang throughout, making way for the blaster fire and agitated shouts which were soon piercing the air.
The perpetrators surged out of the smoke, their guns up and ready as they swiftly rushed forward; their target clearly the Jedi. They moved like a trained military unit, systematically taking down anyone foolish enough to step in their way with a few precise blasts from their rifles; which, surprising enough, was quite the number as government troops streamed out of the metalwork, all from previously concealed positions.
Each of the attackers was peering through a dark, thick goggled, gas mask, their race evident by the huge horns, while the rest of their bodies were completely covered in heavy, black, tactical gear.
The government troops on the other hand wore a light grey armour and were currently struggling to rush the Jedi, obviously trying to entrench themselves around, and defend, the new ambassadors. They were failing miserably.
Whipping out her pistol Tekal spun to face the intruders, taking on a lower stance as she fired off a few shots. The numbers of the enemy were difficult to make out due to the general chaos but, from the Jedi perspective, there were probably around twenty present, with a likely chance of more beyond the newly created entrance.
“Master Jedi, follow me, it’ll be easier to defend you from within the bay’s structure,” Tekal yelled over her shoulder, and the din of battle, before dashing off in the direction of a nearby door; head still lowered as she utilized her men like a shield while crossing the bay.
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Jul 21, 2008 13:00:47 GMT -5
Post by Vreem Took on Jul 21, 2008 13:00:47 GMT -5
As Vreem stood there, arms tucked into the opposing sleeves, he couldn’t help but notice the uncomfortable air which was steadily rising. Ambassadorial duties were not his favourite assignments; one had to develop the ability to break the ice frequently, an art which he had yet to perfect.
Of course, the explosion which interrupted their pleasant greeting would have been able to melt away any ice. Vreem had to stop himself from automatically drawing his lightsaber. However, the blaster fire which followed the heavy footsteps warranted the use of the weapon. Without much strain or focus, the saber flew into the Jedi Master’s waiting hand, there he ignited the emerald blade and looked towards the scurrying soldiers.
The way this mysterious force moved, the co-ordination of their actions, the equipment they carried, they were all the tell tale signs of an advanced tactical combat group. Although Vreem could not be sure if they were planning kill the three of them or capture them, due to the ensuing chaos, it was to difficult to get a clear reading. And his telepathic ability had never been that good anyway. But right now they had a mission to do, and he was determined to reach their goal with as few deaths as possible. “Minister Tekal,” Vreem called out to her over the blaster fire as she retreated inside, “please order your soldiers to retreat, we don’t wish to cause any more death and we are quite capable of defending ourselves.”
Turning his attention back to the attacking force, he deflected two stray blaster bolts and they sizzled off until they struck and scorched the hangar bay floor. “Remember,” he said to Meira and Niv-Taro through the force, “only injure them if you have to, we don’t want to kill anyone if we can avoid it.”
Raising his free hand, he called upon the force and used it to take hold of the feet of three of the attackers, pulling with his mind he sent them sprawling onto their backs. Then, acting quickly, Vreem used the opportunity to send their weapons flying out of their hands. It would buy them at least a little time, or so he hoped. But it was better than being hit by one’s own blaster bolt. Those kind of burns were painful and Vreem didn’t really want to over work their only healer after they’d only just arrived here.
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Jul 21, 2008 14:37:18 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jul 21, 2008 14:37:18 GMT -5
Meira smiled warmly as the Minister returned the greeting. It was no effort at all for her. Meira had always been personable, and quite enjoyed making new acquaintances. She gave a nod of her head when she finished. Meira then became very aware of the depth of the silence that fell during the Minister's pause. This silence was then thoroughly destroyed by an explosion in the hangar wall.
Meira's immediate reaction was to duck and roll. She rolled forward, turning as she came to her feet so that she was now facing in the direction of the explosion. Her eyes narrowed as she focused through the smoke and figures began to move through. Her back was to the Minister, and Meira was prepared to defend her and those who stood near her. Soon blaster fire came through the smoke and Meira's lightsaber was in her hand. In a swift motion, the violet blade ignited and hummed to life. Taking a deep breath, she allowed the force to flow into her body and into the blade. As she filled with it's flow, she allowed it to extend around her, out to the Minister and her guards, to Master Took and Healer Niv-Taro, as far as she could maintain. Master Took's order came to her clearly in her mind, as if he had been standing right next to her. The minister's words, which should have been lost in the chaos, came almost as clearly.
In spite of the chaos, Meira was becoming more and more focused. A true practitioner of Soresu, she was moving fluidly, her lightsaber passing within the smallest measurements from her own body as she deflected bolt after bolt. She stood tall, she spun, she ducked down. Her one weapon was a wall that the blaster fire could not penetrate. The bolts merely reflected, colliding harmlessly against the walls or floor of the hangar. She tried to ignore the way the Minister hid behind her guards. She called them to retreat, as if the sacrifice of the rest of those in the hangar was perfectly acceptable. She knew she could not bring judgment into her mind, but was inwardly thankful when Master Took requested that the Minister call her men to retreat.
With another spin, Meira allowed one hand to release her lightsaber. Dipping into a low crouch, she motioned with her free hand, as if to welcome the attackers forward. But this was not the case. In fact, this was a motion that would relieve two attackers of their blaster riffles, the weapons sailed through the air. Meira's hand returned to the lightsaber, and with a spin, she was standing again and her blade came down on the riffles as they neared her, severing them in half with a hiss.
Her movements then brought her backwards, somewhat heeding the Minister's request, but her progression was also slow enough to keep her in a good position, should Master Took elect for them to stand their ground and disable the attack.
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Post by Halmtier on Jul 21, 2008 15:15:33 GMT -5
The heavy air around the meeting was almost unbearable, and with each second of silence the atmosphere felt thicker. It was obvious that the minister of defense was anticipating some form of disturbance, and with the ground shaking impact from the explosion you could almost feel the air clear of its previous awkward haze.
Instinctively, Niv-Taro raised his arm and bent it, covering his face. As the smoke cleared he could see the retrofitted squad pour from the newly created crevice in the hangar wall. Like a viscous liquid, marines and other such forces began to enter the hanger from the side doors to pool around the Minister of Defense and the newly landed Jedi, as Blaster bolts rang sharp through the air from both sides. Taking a step back, Niv-Taro drew his Lightsaber and began to counter the stray bolts heading in his direction as best he could.
Knowing that combat was not is strong suit, he instead began to channel the force through his blade and around him while looking for the best opportunity to use his skills. In this way he knew he could be more useful then if he made a sloppy attempt at fighting, an attempt that may create extra and unneeded casualties.
When the command from Tekal came to make their way towards the bay doors, she had slipped behind a line of her men in an effort to utilize them as shields, allowing her safe retreat. Annoyed at her disregard for her men’s safety, he wished to make quick work of the opposing force before any would sustain major injury. Niv-Taro took his channeled energy and formed a wall like barrier between his companions and the enemy fire. Concentrating, he ducked slightly for added cover while trying hard to keep the barrier strong against blaster fire. The barrier only extended a few feet on either side of them, and only a foot higher then Master Took, but it would allow the others to fend off their attackers without being distracted by long range fire. Wincing slightly as each hit bounced off the barely visible force projection, he placed all of his focus on keeping the wall up.
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Jul 23, 2008 18:38:45 GMT -5
Post by Kay on Jul 23, 2008 18:38:45 GMT -5
As the jedi battled, just on the other side of the gaping hole, the CO of the attacking force was reviewing the feed from his troops on the frontline, his expression thoughtful as he watched the events unfold, only to become stern as he clearly reached a course of action. In a gruff, commanding, tone, he addressed his second.
“Status report…”
“They were ready for us… as expected sir. And the Jedi are dispatching our men quite handily; also… as expected,” the soldier replied grimly, not unbeknownst to the commander.
“They knew what they were getting themselves into lieutenant; now, let’s make sure they don’t die in vain,” and with the reassurance aside, he pointed directly at the image of Meira on the screen. “Aim for the female, it looks as if she’s the leader of the whole entourage.”
“Yes sir…”
Meanwhile, in the hangar, the minister was taking Vreem’s advice and ordering her troops to retreat into cover, even as a strange calm descended upon them. Tekal spared Meira a brief, curious, glance but a blaster bolt sizzling past her head brought her back to reality. The Jedi, on the other hand unlike the government troops, were easily handling the rebel soldiers but, much to the chagrin of the minister, only disabling them. Naturally, she wouldn’t have any of this and while she was too late to deal with the three Vreem had handled, she wasn’t going to allow the rest to escape…
Her orders became clear as the two Meira disarmed were swiftly gunned down however, mid-retreat; whether either of the Jedi saw this was another story.
Tekal had to admit certain wonderment as she surveyed the battle scene. While their passivity was debatably out of place in a war, it was amazing how they could turn what appeared to be a slaughter into a win without even attacking. Already Tekal noticed her men utilizing the odd force-created wall, while others, who were clearly frightened before, were now acting like the soldiers they were. In fact, she was almost too awestruck to notice the odd figure, distorted by smoke, making its way out the hole. Straining her eyes she gaped in shock as the smoke, almost as if on cue, parted to reveal a man hefting a large weapon on his shoulder, aiming directly at Meira.
In stunned silence, the minister watched as a large ball of dark blue energy burst from the canon and flew through the air. The device was really little more than a futuristic rocket launcher, the rebels evidently opting for something that can’t be dodged or deflected.
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Jul 23, 2008 19:27:35 GMT -5
Post by Vreem Took on Jul 23, 2008 19:27:35 GMT -5
Vreem felt a bit relieved as the minister followed his words of advice. At least this way they would abstain from the needless bloodshed. It didn’t take long until the Master was able to pick up on the actions and movements of his two comrades, he could feel them through the force, like a ripple on a great lake. When the blaster shots collided into Niv-Taro’s protective barrier, Vreem sighed a little relieved. As he placed his lightsaber back on his belt, he spoke once again to the others through the Force. “Both of you, hold your ground, their main target seems to be us. If we can gather some information here then it may help clear some things up. Like why we’re wanted dead.”
Using the opportunity of being protected by the Force shield, Vreem calmly raised both of his hands and closed his eyes. Deepening his breath, he slipped back into a state similar to that when he would meditate. He saw them, the men, the weapons, and the intention. Yet he focused on the weapons, the blasters which fired their accurate laser bolts. He looked closer at the weapon, at the very nozzle of the guns themselves. It was then he used a power which he rarely called upon, too many bad experiences with it. He felt six of the nozzles, he felt as they would heat up every time they were fired, he focused on that and using the force he amplified that. So that they each got hotter at hotter, the particles vibrating faster and faster until with a small popping sound, the nozzles would explode. Combust to be more precise but nevertheless, it caused the nozzles to block up and made the weapons useless. If Master Mohr had seen the expert use of Force combustion, he’d be quite proud. Well, if he hadn’t been such a twisted and sadistic man. He probably would have criticised Vreem for not using it in… other ways.
Done with his lot, he left the remaining six for Meira to handle. As he caught sight of the Minister ordering her men to attack those who had been unarmed, Vreem called out to her again. “Minister, please call off your men! We have the situation under control and we don’t what bloodshed, that is why we’re here. If you continue to order the execution of those who are unarmed or neutralized then we will have to forcibly remove the weapons from your men.” He yelled, still managing to do so with a slightly imposing tone. It was not easy playing middle man like this, one made too many enemies. Meira should have been the one calling out such things, but she was still learning and he didn’t know if she’d be able to concentrate on fighting whilst at the same time calling out such things. So for the moment he’d have to call the shots.
Turning back to regard the battle and see how well Meira was faring, that was when he noticed a faint figure in the distance. He held a rather large and hefty weapon and it looked to Vreem as if he was aiming directly for Meira. His widened sharply, he had to act quickly, there wasn’t time to carefully act like before. If he was firing something from that weapon, he’d have to try and stop it. Drawing in a large breath he also drew in the force, compacting it within himself, building up the pressure with which it moved. And then as he stepped forward and punched the air, the man who held aloft the large weapon, most likely felt the effects. It would have been harder than a punch, at probably would have winded him, even through his body armour. It would have felt as if he had been punched by concrete.
However, Vreem had not been quick enough, the man had been taken down, but not before he’d managed to fire off a round towards Meira. There was nothing he could do to help her.
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Jul 23, 2008 20:04:35 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jul 23, 2008 20:04:35 GMT -5
Their orders were clear. They would end this fight. After disarming the two men, Meira set her focus on the remaining six that had been left by Master Took. Their fire, however was being blocked. Meira spun to see that Healer Niv-Taro was maintaining a force barrier between them and the attackers. Like the first two, Meira waved her hand, pulling the riffles from three of the soldiers' hands. They collided with the barrier and the soldiers, left defenseless, retreated. The other three were taken care of by a sweeping force push. This, however, was quite a bit of effort for Meira and after seeing that they too were retreating she disengaging her lightsaber and returned it to her belt. Meira then dropped to her knees, breathing deeply. She took in her strength and channeled it into the flow of the force. As she did this, her senses extended, bringing her focus back to her greater surroundings. Her senses reached Niv-Taro and Meira channeled her strength to him.
It was something her uncle had taught her. A simple type of battle meditation is how he described it. It was something they shared, as Master and Padawan. She now extended it to Niv-Taro, aiding in his effort to maintain the barrier, to make it stronger.
New blaster fire caught her attention and Meira pulled her focus away slightly to notice that the Minister was ordering her men to attack the retreating soldiers. Her need to remain neutral dwindled quickly and she stood, pulling her focus away from the barrier and turned to the Minister.
Stand Down! She shouted. The words came out at the same time as Master Took's and the point was clear. This would be handled peacefully, even if that meant disarming them all. She turned to bring her focus back to the barrier and was met with a very different image than what had been there before.
Had she not let her senses drop, she might have seen it. As it was, Meira was now facing a large, dark blue projectile of energy as it sped directly toward her. With a flourish of her arms, Meira sent as much of her strength and focus back into the barrier, just as the projectile collided with it. She could feel it tear through the barrier. She dug her heels into the ground and, with a yell, threw everything she had into the part of the barrier the projectile had hit.
It didn't work, the projectile broke through. She maintained a piece of it between herself and it, but it was pushing her back. To a spectator, this looked like the Meira was trying to slow the blast as it approached her, and she did to an extent. As it pushed into the rapidly fading barrier she was trying to maintain, it pushed her backwards, and her feet slid across the ground of the hangar, finding no grip as the projectile pushed forward, only meters away. She knew that if she could slow it enough, it would fade out with the loss of momentum, but her strength was draining fast. Soon, it proved too much and she was unable to maintain the small portion of barrier. It gave way and the force of it knocked her backward. The projectile grazing her as it flew over her falling form, burning much of her outer robe, her arms, and neck before it exploded against the wall behind her.
On the ground, Meira was knocked out of breath. She took in a few large gasps of air. Her limbs moved slowly and her vision was blurred. After a few moments, however, she was able to lift her head. I'm alright. She called out to Master Took and Healer Niv-Taro through the force.
Rolling to her stomach, she cringed as she put her weight on her arms to lift herself up. She made it to a kneeling position and had to stop. Again she brought in her breath, determined to continue helping in whatever way possible.
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Jul 24, 2008 3:04:29 GMT -5
Post by Halmtier on Jul 24, 2008 3:04:29 GMT -5
Paying little heed to the battle details and placing most of his sensory conscience into the barrier, it came as a shock to Niv-taro to hear Vreem and Meira shout at the Military heads men. Opening his eyes more he could see the dead bodies of the attackers pilling up, a sight that almost had caused him to loose concentration on the barrier. With all of his thoughts dedicated on his immediate surroundings, Niv never did see the dark figure or his artillery until it was to late.
It was as if a wall of glass had shattered in Niv-taro's mind, with each sharp lance of shrapnel ricocheting inside of his head. The sudden destruction of the barrier caused him to reel back while letting out a short yelp in pain- Whatever had hit the invisible wall had done so at such a high velocity and strength that the force created shielding stood no chance. After the once sided assault to his mind, Niv fell into a forward crouch, supporting himself by his palms.
By the time he had regained most of his composition, the projectile had already detonated behind them, and the smoking silhouette of Miera was visible, sprawled out on the hangers floor. It came as a relief to see that very same silhouette roll over while projecting a message of assurance. Ears still ringing, Nivs attempt at moving towards Meira resulted in him stumbling slightly; the current disorientation prevented him from fully standing while making his way across the ground.
Meira made an attempt to rise, and action Niv would normally object to after a situation like that, but with the current aggression going on around them it would be unwise for her to have stayed stationary. Regaining balance, he anchored himself while placing a arm around Meira's waist, helping her up. The smell of charred fabric and singed flesh was more then obvious, and he hoped that the heat from the attack had congealed any open wounding on her body.
Looking back to see how Vreem was holding up, Niv-Taro could see that most of the opposing forces were down.
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Jul 29, 2008 23:33:06 GMT -5
Post by Kay on Jul 29, 2008 23:33:06 GMT -5
While Tekal was grimacing at being ordered around by the two Jedi, the Devaronian rebel commander was listening with keen interest at the shouting from the other side. However, as he began the order for the man with the energy launcher to stand down, he instead found the trooper soon sliding across the steel floor and ending up right at his feet, wheezing heavily as he clutched at his chest, “Sir… I~ I’ve been….”
“Get a hold of yourself and breathe soldier, you’re perfectly fine,” the commander interjected hardheartedly, grabbing the downed man by his armour’s collar before dragging him easily towards the ship; stopping only to issue an order to his second in command. “Call the retreat lieutenant.”
“But sir… the missi~” the man began, only to be swiftly cut off as the CO bellowed, “Is over, now call the retreat!”
“Ye~ yes sir…”
There really was little need in the end however as the rebel soldiers began retreating on their own; most disarmed and unharmed as they scrambled over the debris of the wall to make their escape, jumping passed the CO and into the side of the large hovering transport. With the Devaronian commander only entering after the last man their ship soon started gliding off the landing pad and, with a heavy rumble, launched the rebels safely away from the now battered bay.
As Tekal saw the attackers beginning their retreat back through the wall, she quickly ordered her men to follow suit, watching as they once again crawled out of their cover to begin opening fire on the rebels. She doubted they’d be able to bring many down but she’d take what she could. She, on the other hand, feeling the situation was well under control and that it was safe to step out again thanks to the jedi, began a steady stride towards Meira. Again, it had been quite the show for her as she watched from the sides, amazed at the beating the force shield had taken before succumbing to the energy blast, as well as Meira’s attempt to catch said blast. It was time to get back to business now though and frankly, she was behind schedule.
The minister regarded Niv-Taro coolly as she came to a stop by the two, tersely asking him, “Will she be well enough to visit the president?”
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Jul 30, 2008 7:24:29 GMT -5
Post by Vreem Took on Jul 30, 2008 7:24:29 GMT -5
Vreem heard Meira’s call through the force as his focus was placed upon stopping any blast bolts from hitting any of those who were still around. He sighed deeply at both Meira’s safety and the fact that the troops would now be leaving. Of course, they’d have to find out what was going on here because something certainly hadn’t seemed right from the very beginning.
Then the soldiers, in their grey military uniforms started firing upon the retreating men. This caused a twinge of annoyance to spike in Vreem, how many times did he have to try and get them to stop firing. It seemed as though the Minister was pretty blood thirsty, she didn’t seemed to want to kill as many of the attackers as possible. Vreem would have thought that capturing them would be standard procedure when they’re unarmed, but no, Tekal had taken the opportunity to try and kill them. It seemed all pretence had been abandoned.
After all of the rebel soldiers had made their way through the broken section of the wall, Vreem closed his eyes once again. He felt the force flowing around him, caressing his cheek, gliding through his hair, working its way into his clothing until he could feel it upon his bare flesh. Using the feeling which swelled up within him, he focused on the gap in the wall and there he built his own wall with the force. He carefully placed every section at a rate which would put professional builders to shame. It didn’t take long until it was up. Much like Niv-Taro had done, Vreem focused on maintaining the wall, it was not as great a strain for him for he was focused on a smaller section. The blaster bolts hit and then dissipated into the air.
When he heard the ship take off, then he released the wall. No doubt some of the soldiers had already gathered that it was he who had stopped their blaster fire from pointlessly claiming any more lives.
This mission was certainly peculiar, something was wrong, but Vreem didn’t know what. He couldn’t put his finger on it and when he looked to the force, it was clouded. He was unsure of how to proceed. He’d have to try and remain weary all the time. If his guard dropped, who knew what could happen. But this was certainly going to be something special to report to the council. Assuming he made it back.
Reorganising his robes, Vreem made his way over to the collective group of Tekal, Meira and Niv-Taro.
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Jul 30, 2008 8:06:05 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jul 30, 2008 8:06:05 GMT -5
Meira was burned, yes, but the majority of her injury had been done to her spirit. Her future in the Jedi order depended on this mission, and here she was, injured from the very start. She chastised herself for letting her guard down during the struggle as Niv-Taro helped her to her feet.
Meira allowed her outer robe to fall away, as it was little more than burned cloth now. And though her burns stung, they were not bad, she could already tell. She smiled at the healer and then stepped away from him, testing her balance on her own. Her legs wobbled at first, but she could stand fine.
The Minister approached and asked Niv-Taro if she would be alright to meet the president. Not meaning to be rude, Meira answered first. I will be just fine. As long as the President is not put off by the burns. Meira smiled, to further indicate her composure.
Then, Master Took approached and Meira held her chin up. She knew Master Took would not speak as a superior in front of the Minister, but she wondered if he would have words for her over her performance in private, or after the mission. Her eyes never left the Minister, and her thoughts had not made any changes in her features. In all outward appearances, it was as if nothing had ever happened. Please Minister, lead the way.
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Jul 30, 2008 19:25:43 GMT -5
Post by Halmtier on Jul 30, 2008 19:25:43 GMT -5
Still slightly dazed from the mental hit caused by the shattered barrier, Niv-taro was relieved to see Meira well enough to stand on her own. It was also relieving to hear her reply so quickly to the defense ministers question; She showed a great deal of strength for someone who had been glanced by a high energy weapon.
Cracking his neck, Niv stood up straight and brushed off his clothing. Looking towards the broken section of the hanger, he couldn't help but scowl slightly before wiping his face clear of expression. He wouldn't get angry. He refused to, even though many lives were needlessly lost. Instead, he focused on the positive side of things, washing away his frustration in the comfort that they were all alive and relatively unhurt. As Vreem made his way towards them Niv-Taro hoped that the master did not see his previous scowl- Rollibard's many lectures about his sardonic aggression hummed behind his pointed ears.
Wanting to put this whole scene behind him, he took file behind Meira.
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Aug 5, 2008 13:38:29 GMT -5
Post by Kay on Aug 5, 2008 13:38:29 GMT -5
((I tried to push the plot forward a bit due to my lateness. If either of you want though, I'll gladly edit this if you believe I went too far.))
Tekal gave a curt nod in response, a little less pleasant after such a heated battle and irked only more as she noted her men’s attack held off by an invisible barrier. She was glad to see Meira was eager to get on her way however. And so, in almost no time flat, she led the Jedi to the rich, polished white, ship that awaited them, not speaking a word as she showed them onboard only to abandon them to the guest’s deck, a lavish, white leathered lounge with a large monitor and currently two well-dressed guards watching it; the news currently playing as the ship launched off from the landing bay.
As they dove deeper into the tall spirals which made up the city, the reporter on the monitor began rattling on about recent events… very recent apparently.
“And here we have the frightening footage of government troops valiantly risking their lives to defend the Jedi ambassadors, Minister Tekal at the forefront as the rebels attempt to push through and assassinate these peacekeepers of the galaxy.” The recording cuts off, just before Tekal makes her retreat, as the reporter continues, “It is because of this horrifying event that President Akara Sien has issued tomorrow be treated as a day off so that we may all take a moment of silence to mourn those lost in battle. As it is because of their bravery that each of the Jedi left unharmed and now, with their help, the president hopes to find the means to bring an end to this pointless warmongering on General Seghr’ak Vidar’s part.”
The monitor is flicked off by one of the guards before the report can finish, with him turning to regard a woman dressed in white robes and followed by a small entourage of similarly dressed people; each carrying clothes or equipment of some kind. The woman leading the group stops before the Jedi, giving a respectful bow before speaking. “Greetings Master Jedi, I am Doctor Valen Cal, I’ve been sent to check up on you before your meeting while these people…” she motions to the group who had followed her, “Are here to offer perhaps a new set of clothes if any of you require… Unfortunately, we don’t carry any Jedi robes but perhaps you may find something similar within our selection, or you may pick from any of the other clothes of course. You can find an empty room right across from this one if you wish some privacy to change.”
The trip continues quietly from there, with no sign of Minister Tekal and neither of the guards, or workers, willing to talk; their orders to remain silent likely obvious if either of the Jedi pestered them enough. Cal and her group also left once everything they were required for was complete, with Tekal only showing herself near the end of the journey as the ship slowly came to a stop. That forced smile plastered to her face again as she spoke “We’re here. If you’re ready, please follow me master Jedi.”
Upon exiting the ship the Jedi find themselves in a small private hangar, with an amazing, and lofty, view of the city. There is little time for sight seeing though as Tekal hurriedly urges them along through the clean, extravagant, hallways of the capitol, giving what appears to be a receptionist a small nod before leading them through two large, ornately adorned, doors.
The room which then lies before them is practically a waste of space with much of it unused, besides a few couches surrounding a small table in the centre, a fancy desk at the far end backed by an enormous window (which covers the entire side), and a few decorations lining the walls. By the desk, a very tall, regal looking Devaronian woman can be seen speaking with a small, spindly looking male human. The woman has a naturally authoritative look and a body covered in a neatly trimmed greying fur, her red and grey robes highly ornate with a large similarly coloured headdress. The male on the other hand has a rather untrustworthy look about him, even dressed in the fine black and white suit as he is. His hair matted down with a cheap gel only to be complimented by a doubly cheap cologne.
As the Jedi enter he shoots them with a shifty look but is curtly dismissed by the president, the fact that she finds his presence tiring coming across clearly through her tone. “That’ll be all Thaven, I’ll convene with my advisors and return to you at a later date concerning your employer’s offer.”
Thaven practically glares at Sien over this but seems to calm as he lets it drop for now, giving an overly gracious bow and a quick, “Of course President Sien,” before making a hasty exit.
With that, Sien faces the Jedi, a tired smile on her lips as she opens her arms in greeting. “Ah, Jedi masters Meira Valli, Vreem Took, and Niv-Taro Ghesdune; I can’t say what a pleasure it is to meet you, as well as how grateful I am of the lives you saved at the docking bay… Please, have a seat; I’m sure you’re tired after your unfortunate welcoming.” She gestures towards the couches in the centre as she speaks.
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Aug 5, 2008 20:44:28 GMT -5
Post by Vreem Took on Aug 5, 2008 20:44:28 GMT -5
As Vreem finally became part of the small gathering, he noticed a changed in attitude from both his companions, it looked like his rank was still getting to them even if they had been told to completely forget about it. But now was the time to fret, he was concerned for Meira, he hoped that she was able to continue on and not just putting up a brave front in order for the mission to progress. Because if her condition was to worsen then it would only cause more concern later on. Her tried sensing her pain through the force and could feel some of it, although it also felt like she was doing a good job of controlling it. She seemed tough, and so he surmised that she could most likely handle it. Hopefully she would know to voice her concern if things got worse.
With the introduction of a Doctor Vreem felt a bit more relieved, no longer would he have to be so concerned for Meira at this very moment. Nor would he have to constantly contemplate asking their resident healer to heal her wounds. After all, there had been a lot of talk of injuries and such for this mission, and overworking Niv-Taro was not on Vreem’s ‘to do’ list.
It was apparent that these Devaronians knew little of the Jedi custom, not many besides the Jedi really thought or cared to learn it. As he was offered new clothes he declined with a polite “no, thank you”. They were already sacrificing a number of their customs as it was but they were for necessary reasons. Giving up his robes here wasn’t really an option.
Vreem remained silent throughout the trip towards the President, there wasn’t really much to talk about that they couldn’t do telepathically without the prying ears around them. In such a delicate situation it was best to only speak when necessary. After quite the uneventful journey, especially in comparison with their greeting, they had finally reached their first target, the President of Devaron. A man passed them by; Vreem got quite an uncomfortable feeling from him, although he couldn’t tell if it was through the Force or simply because of the way the man held himself. But his attention was soon caught by the important meeting he was about to attend and in all likeliness only observe. Of course, if Meira struggled at all, he or Niv-Taro would be ready to help. This would be the perfect opportunity for her to display her diplomatic capabilities.
With a respectful yet silent bow of his head, Vreem took the seat as his companions would no doubt take their own and waited for the torrent of bias that they were most likely about to receive, the force lingered, ready to tell him at any time she was telling an obvious lie. Sadly his telepathic abilities were not at the point where could delve into her mind and pluck out the pure and untouched truth. Of course, even if he had that skill he would not do so. It was not the Jedi way.
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Aug 7, 2008 18:21:15 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Aug 7, 2008 18:21:15 GMT -5
Meira was greatful to follow Minister Tekal as she quickly led them to their transport. Once on board, she watched the news report as it detailed the events they had just experienced. Her face showed no change, and in truth, it hardly appeared that she noticed the com at all. But her thoughts reached out to her Jedi companions. No real words were conveyed, but rather a sense of skepticism about what was reported and the quickness with which it was covered.
She let the thought go, however as they were approached by the doctor. She accepted quick medical treatment. Salve was applied to her forearms and neck, then the burns were wrapped in white bandages. She then selected clothing, as her outer robe had been left at the hangar, and her shirt had been singed and covered in black soot. She selected a white shirt with three quarter length sleeves. The collar was shirt and stiff, giving the shirt a slight military air. She quickly changed in the indicated room. Returning, she also selected a jacket. Her Jedi pants were fine, but without her robe, her lightsaber hung in plain sight, and Meira preferred to keep it out of sight, so as not to draw focus to the reason for which it was made, combat. The jacket matched the brown of her pants. And though it fit close from the waist up, it was loose from the waist down to where it stopped at her knees. Not only did the coat partially conceal her lightsaber, it also concealed the bandages on her arms, and the short collar of her shirt somewhat camouflaged the bandages around her neck.
She would have prefered for Healer Niv-Taro to see to her wounds, but a smile in his direction conveyed her reasoning. It was only polite to accept hospitality.She knew the thoughtful healer would take no offense.
They soon arrived and Minister Tekal reappeared to escort them to the President. The room they were led in to was a typical representation of power. Meira's senses spiked as a sneaky man, who had been speaking with the President took his leave. Meira studied his face, because she didn't like the sense. They were then greeted by the President and Meira gave a low bow.
Greetings President Sien. We thank you for this reception. And may I also thank your Minister for her protection upon our arrival. No, they hadn't really needed it, and the Minister had likely done more harm than good. But it would not be wise to shed judgment, but to rather bring up the event and go from there. Her eyes looked to Minister Tekal, their bright green finding hers and connecting. She held the gaze for a moment, and then turned back. She sat, at President Sien's offer, and her eyes were focused on her. She knew it would be her task to lead this talk for the Jedi, but as they were very much in the dark about the situation, she decided to wait and see how the praise she had given to Minister Tekal was received by the President before she asked any questions. Perhaps President Sien would divulge on some information for them and share her expectations.
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Aug 8, 2008 19:21:14 GMT -5
Post by Halmtier on Aug 8, 2008 19:21:14 GMT -5
Following his companions into the vessel, Niv-Taro silently listened to the news cast. Seeing how quickly the events were broadcast, he summited that their entire landing must have been observed by some form of news caster. It made him uneasy to hear their arrival publicly announced in such a fashion; the earlier attack proving how volatile the situation really was, leading Niv to believe that keeping their movements hushed would make everyones work a lot easier.
When the doctor arrived it relieved Niv-Taro that Meira accepted their offer. It may be a small gesture, but offending their hosts so early in the game would made the already uphill diplomatic battle all the more grueling.
The remainder of the trip proved to be uneventful, and eventually the Jedi came face to face with President Sien. Niv-Taro's eyes followed the non-devaronian male for only a brief second before he remade eye contact with the president. He gave the man little thought, believing it to not be his place to judge. Silently, he took a seat, bowing politely.
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