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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 14, 2008 2:16:33 GMT -5
POSTING ORDER
Aunna/Jade
Dani (Regnier)
Vex (Theron)
Sunomi & team (Zarkan)
Damien & team (Eclipse)
Arheim (part of Eclipse's team)
Ramseye (Necrofear)
THIS IS THE POST ORDER! STICK TO IT OR ELSE....*shakefist*
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 14, 2008 3:04:39 GMT -5
((Aunna))
After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, and various, very short, conversations with the Cathar, Aunna had managed to get a message, however short, to Jade. She didn't know if it had reached him, or even if he was able to help in any way, but she hoped, and she prayed that he would be able to do something. The time it had taken to get to the planet of Nar Shaddaa had been more than a little taxing on her, and it was with relief that she felt the ship touch down on solid ground once more. Her datapad...lucky as she had been...hadn't been discovered by the woman, and was now safely stowed in her back pocket under her coat once again. Her cuffs hadn't been removed, so she'd had a bit of complication trying to get any kind of coherent message anywhere, but somehow she'd managed. Now that they had landed, no doubt her capture would be here soon.
((Jade))
Despite having his hands full with various...female...obstacles on the Pendragon, Jade had managed to find enough time to keep in touch with his personal informants Kuuto and Veera, who were on the planet below. Unfortunately, nothing had been seen or heard of his sister...but something told him she was closer than ever. She had to be. He could almost feel it. Heading to the bridge, Jade followed his usual routine of harassing...and by harassing it was merely asking questions and seeing that everything was going smoothly...the crew. Undoubtedly Sunomi would show up eventually, and he wondered if she'd found this dark jedi she'd been sent here to search for yet. Hopefully not since Jade had the distinct impression that the man was also searching for his sister.
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Dec 15, 2008 5:44:34 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Dec 15, 2008 5:44:34 GMT -5
Nar Shadaa. About the only place that could match it in terms of corruption and criminals was Coruscant, but at least those here didn’t try to conceal the fact beneath piles of credits and political sway. For that, the Cathar gave it some credence. It was also the perfect urban jungle, ridiculously easy to become both lost in, and found, depending on how you acted and who you crossed. Docking was easy enough, as well; any self-respecting harbor-master on Nar Shaddaa was a con artist or a thug, and both were easy enough to persuade with either credits or brawn. Those you’d already dealt with in the past, especially when you were someone like Dani, were all that much easier, because they already knew to stay the hell out of the way, and keep quiet, which is exactly why she hadn’t landed the shuttle on a pad that belonged to someone she’d dealt with before. Hell, she’d practically been asking the man to blather what little he knew. Now, her Cutlass, on the other hand, was with someone she knew would never say a word about it, and there it would stay until it was time to leave.
Twirling the major’s spear idly in one hand as she walked down the passenger compartment of the small shuttle, Dani briefly wondered just how well this would work. Would they catch on, blind as they were? Would she? Or would this entire trip turn out to be nothing more than some good practice? She hoped a Jedi got dragged into the mix; that would make things considerably easier, and would also provide good sport, to boot, and if this didn’t go as planned she was going to need the practice against Jedi, as her next option was to go back to Coruscant. That wasn’t a very appealing choice. She hated that planet, everything it stood for, everything it welcomed, and everything it shunned. It was a world full of hypocrites and politicians, which were far worse.
Bah, enough of this. Back to work.
Taking a deep breath, she pressed the button beside the door, scarcely moving as it slid open. She slipped through the doorway and circled behind the woman inside, coming up along her side, and pulling her to her feet. Hooking her hand around the woman’s arm, she motioned the door with her head. ”Ready to see one of the most stench-ridden, rat-infested, hideous pit of corruption this side of the Core? It’s time to get caught. This will go considerably easier for everyone involved if you don’t do anything particularly stupid. Remember: nobody has to get hurt unless I’m given a reason. Everything goes according to plan, everybody gets to go home no worse for wear, you included. Come along.” Nudging the major gently with an elbow, she started for the door, still gripping the woman’s arm. First stop was the nearest cantina. If you wanted to find someone on the Smuggler’s Moon, you went where the bounty hunters, informants, mercenaries, and crime lord’s underlings gathered. It’s also where you went when you wanted to be found by people that would be looking. All she had to do was wait, buy a drink, ask a few questions, and be prepared to fight if her quarry decided to do anything…untoward.
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Dec 15, 2008 8:37:04 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Dec 15, 2008 8:37:04 GMT -5
Vex had withdrawn, retreating to that quiet and unassuming space that he’d found. The news from the Borgonia male had been unsettling, to say the least. He’d wasted no time procuring a secure line and contacting the spies that he’d “cultivated” during his time on Manaan. Unfortunately, they could do little more for him than corroborate the Admiral’s story. Yes, indeed, Major Borgonia had disappeared. Yes, there were signs of a struggle. Yes, a search had been made of Ahto City. No, there was no sign of the Major still being on Manaan. No, they had no clue where the woman had been taken. No, there were no known suspects at this time.
To say that the Dark Jedi was furious was to play in the waters of a dangerous understatement. He veritably seethed as rage, hate, and a multitude of emotions he could not, or would not, dare to state kept bubbling to the surface. That normally controlled demeanor was riddled with hairline cracks and it was showing in his conduct. Prior to him drawing back to that safehouse for reflection, he’d vented a portion of his frustration unintentionally.
He may have well have thrown up a Holonet call advertising his position. Even given the jaded and coldblooded nature of the denizens of this planet, it struck a nerve. His normal subtlety and caution was non-existent…leaving several bodies with unmistakable lightsaber wounds and others alive, but far worse. His only saving grace was that it was nowhere even remotely close to his hideout.
Once he’d gotten his senses back and he’d retreated to safety, he’d taken stock of the situation. The reason for this rage eluded him. Her disappearance threw many of his plans into limbo, but he never made plans without alternates, just in case. Yet that disappearance bothered him to no end. He needed to be careful…lest he start doing something foolish and making himself believe that she actually meant something to him other than a useful tool. He would not make the same mistake she had.
However, he had to find her…
From the conversation he’d had with her brother, he’d gleaned that somehow, he’d known that his sister was coming to this planet. All he had to do was wait for her arrival. Drawing upon training he’d brushed aside years ago, he dropped himself into a trance…opening himself up to the Force, letting the power and the darkness flow through him. He expanded his senses with it, reaching out in that meditation, seeking for any sign that she had come.
In that state, he did not need food or water, not for the short term….and that was all he needed. Just as the need to feed the physical would begin to surface, another sensation would tremor across his consciousness…something he knew all too well.
She was here…
Pitch black eyes opened. The hunt would now begin.
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Dec 15, 2008 11:04:26 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Dec 15, 2008 11:04:26 GMT -5
Sunomi rolled her eyes at the thug in front of her before she pistol whipped him knocking him out cold. She had know this world was infested with thugs, but she hadn't realized it was infested by idiots as well, here less than 20 feet from a sith military gunship nine heavily armed troops had already been though failed fleeces six times. She continued to shake her head as the last of her men finally finished pulling out the equipment for the hasty command post out of the cabin of the gunship. As way of telling the gunship could leave she waved at the pilot and copilot before she turned towards the two "techies" of the group and ordered them to set up the post while a small squad of sith infantry watched the post. After that she gathered the rest of her squad together and started picking their way though the skyways on a short scouting probe.
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Post by 10Tickler on Dec 18, 2008 10:58:13 GMT -5
Sitting in the darkened and Rather shady corner of a small Tapcafe, an intense, well-built man sat, awaiting something. That much was obvious from his mannerisms. What Wasn't Obvious was who or What he was. Despite his size and build, the clothes that he wore hid most of his bulk, his sunglasses hiding his razor-sharp blue eyes. Who was he is what the bartender wondered, not bothering to ask out loud.
Simply, he was Damien, but that wasn't the only thing that he was. Damien Jilius Meesha was his full name, one that most vendors in Rare metals would notice, due to his father's connections to the Industry, but that wasn't what defined Damien. What he considered important was the fact that he was a Sergeant for the Republic, and here on a mission...which explained the lack of Alcohol on the Table, rather water being his Drink of choice, and as a Tall, Lithe Twi'lek woman approached his table, Damien allowed a smile to Cross his face.
What do you have for me? he asked her as she sat, her hand reaching to trigger another Glass of water for herself. The Drink rose from a small hole in the middle of the table, and taking a sip, she replied. Itchy and Radar report that the suspected ship has Arrived she replied, rather matter-of-factly, turning her hazel eyes to look at him, casting her gaze up, then down his form.
Good Damien replied, finishing his Drink and standing, leaving a small stack of Credits on the Table to pay for their waters. Get Radar to contact the rest of the Squad, We have a 6 hour window to get ready... I want this Clean and Proper...Everyone should meet at the safehouse in an hour for briefing and weapons check...Full armor he stated, his tone brusque as he turned, leaving the Twi'lek, Emmath'eron alone.
Exiting the Tapcafe, Damien walked across the Street, then began heading north, knowing his orders would be followed. He would need Sean to cover point and hoped that the Sniper was ready to pull a Marathon session of Observation
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Post by A®heim on Dec 18, 2008 22:22:26 GMT -5
"Well that should just about do it Ayer, try not to go through the ventilation system again while it's on. I'm sick of fixing this wing, I swear it's made of dura-tissue."
A thin man worn by years of rigorous training and hardships sat on the staircase of a rickety building on the cluttered alleys of Nar Shadaa. Perched on the railing in front of him was a large, white bird. To the first glance of a passerby, it would be an odd sight; a grown man talking with a seagull, but this was far from the truth. The bird was actually a state-of-the-art reconassaince droid model AER-03, though most just refered to him as Ayer. The man tinkering with Ayer's wing was no less impressive.
His name was Sean Mu'haro and he was no average foot soldier. He was a specialist sniper for the H.A.L.O.A.T.W., a potent special forces unit deployed by the Republic in only the most perilous situations. He was the best at what he did. He was the Reaper.
"You have my thanks Mu'haro, although it was your idea to have me test my equipment in that shaft.
The droid's segmented wing retracted almost seamlessly into the body and hopped down into Sean's lap. It suddenly looked up into space for a moment, a small radio antenae deployed from its head, before turning it's optical sensors to Sean once more.
Incoming transmission from Sergeant Meesha. The familiar voice of his old friend and superior crackled through the feed from Ayer to Sean's earpiece. Sean listend closely to his orders. Their target had just landed. It was steak-out time.
You heard the man Ayer, in fact the man spoke through you. Our quarry has landed and we're needed for a little bit of blank-scoping. Come on.
The droid nodded and compressed itself into a tight cylinder. Sean picked Ayer up and placed him in a pocket of his pack. He stood up and stretched, he was wearing a simple cargo vest over a white tank with a pair of Khaki slacks covered with many pockets. Unlike most of his squad, he wore no sunglasses. He reasoned that they affected his aim and his identity wasn't really a concern as his strtegy was all about the enemy not knowing what hit em.
After strapping his ponderous pack to his back he proceeded towards the starport. This wouldn't be like the training simulations. These weren't mindless servants of a military faction or a rambling bunch of pirates and outlaws. These were Jedi, and not the good kind.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Dec 20, 2008 6:26:51 GMT -5
(( I'm assuming that this intro is ok with sunomi and zark... if not i can edit it later.. it's intro, it's not vital, after all XD ))
Ramseye walked down the ramp of the shuttle, and was watching the men that worked for Sunomi pile out equipment. He strode to the side a little and then leaned against a building, he was waiting to see what they were going to do. Finally it seemed as if they finished, and so Ramseye leaned forwards pulling away from the building and walking towards the group now preparing to set out on a scouting party. He assumed they didn't need his assistance for what they were going to do so he simply said farewell to Sunomi, reminding her that she only need to call for him on her radio and he would be there shortly.
However, Ramseye knew farewell, that he could just as easily find this creature of darkness by sifting through the force. It really was a shame that he was asked to capture or kill the dark jedi, Ramseye didn't mind adding another dark jedi to his followers.
It was only a matter of time, eventually the dark jedi would over exert himself, or attempt to use the force, and then Ramseye would lock on to him.. or her. Then again, Ramseye could draw this target out of hiding by make his presence 'VERY' noticeable, but that could cause some unneeded jedi interference... Who knew who or what was on this planet.
So Ramseye simply hopped upwards in the middle of an alley, and vaulted onto a balcony 5 floors up overlooking the vast shadow world of Nar Shadda. Then he sat down, stretched his awareness in the force, and remained still.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 20, 2008 15:32:55 GMT -5
((Aunna))
Huffing a breath as she was pulled to her feet by the woman, Aunna glared at her. It wasn't as if she'd not been to the planet before...oh no...she'd been here, seen it, scouted it...though that was a long time ago...but either way, she knew what it was like, but why HERE? Why get caught? The cathar had made it painfully obvious that she'd wanted to get caught, but for the love of all, why?! To test herself against others? To see if Aunna was worth the trouble to get back, making her important? To draw someone out of hiding? Why?
Why the hell are you doing this? It's obvious you want to get caught, but dammit, why? What are you after?
It was then that she noticed something...felt something...it brushed against her mind and through it her body. Tensing just before she was pushed forward, she stumbled before gaining her balance again. Vex?! What in the worlds....nevermind...she didn't want to know why he was here. She was mad at him after all, and rightfully so, but still...why had she noticed? Aunna knew she had a bit of the force in her, but not enough to find him, or feel him, or...much of anything...it was almost as if he'd been expecting her, looking for her here....like he'd sent up a flag and shouted "I'M OVER HERE!" through the force....was he insane?!
Well...yes....but still. Was he the reason she was here? No, she doubted it, he would have brought her himself if he'd needed her here...he'd proven he could easily kidnap her if he'd wanted to. Her next thought was that this whole thing was a trap. A trap for whom, she didn't know, but it was a trap none the less.
Vex....stay away....please....there's something not right about this....
She thought desperately, almost begging him with every fiber of her to keep his distance. Aunna seriously doubted it would work, but....maybe he'd be able to....she didn't know what. Being left no choice, she allowed herself to be guided along the ramp and into the city.
((Jade will be excused from this post))
Plot Note: Please post in the plot thread that you have posted, so we can tell who's turn it is easily...since i don't want to keep reminding everyone that it's there turn.
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Post by Regnier on Dec 21, 2008 6:27:09 GMT -5
It started as a subtle thing, low, quiet, from within the depths of her gut. Slowly, it worked its way up and out until, finally, it peaked in a hoarse laugh. The kind that gave people more reason to be worried. Lowering her head and shouldering through the crowds, the Cathar’s mirth trailed off into silence once more, but her resolve and concentration remained the same; through the Force, she appeared as no more than everyone around her. Just another body among the countless moving about the moon, no more special than the next man. To the average eye, she was no easier to notice; just another faceless body in the sea of life filling the walkways.
”Why? Oh, that infernal question, how it has haunted me for so long…” Dani whispered, almost to herself. But no longer did that question burn in her mind, no longer did she wonder why, no longer did she question her actions. She had found purpose, and nothing, not even death itself would stop her from finishing what she knew she had to do. ”Put simply…no, there is truly no simple way to explain why you and I are here. Not adequately, but…I suppose enough for your needs, yes. You wish to know why? Whether you believe it or not, you may as well hear the truth of this, I suppose. In a word, love. There is...someone in this universe that I would willingly give anything for, and it is for them I am here. I will take no vindication in this victory, and it is but one of many down a path I have been walking for some time, but…the end of the road will be more than worth what it will cost. I will die in this quest of mine, of this I know, and it will be a price I will pay gladly when the time comes. Will that time come today?”
She shrugged. ”Possibly. Who knows such things? I certainly do not.” Pulling the major inside a seedy little cantina, she moved to the far end of the bar and leaned against it and released her grip on the woman. At this point, she honestly didn’t care if she tried to run. Things had already been set in motion now that couldn’t be undone, not by her, and not by her prisoner. At this point, Borgonia was little more than insurance to prevent any Republic forces that got involved from trying to annihilate the surrounding area just for her; insurance she didn’t greatly need. ”If you want specifics, well…I doubt we have time for that now, and I do not believe we will communicate much once this is all over. If the plan goes accordingly, and we both survive, then it is not likely we will see each-other again. You, personally, are not of much importance to the furthering of my goals. You were simply chosen because you, my dear, are one of two Force-sensitive twins, and I know from experience that makes you much easier to find. And I doubt if you seek me out in the future that it will be to talk of my motives. Perhaps one day you will understand, perhaps not; it matters little to me.”
Again, she shrugged. Honestly, in this life, there was only one person she truly wanted to understand, and that was the entire point of all this in the first place. To make them understand; everyone else could be damned for all she cared. What they did, what was done to them, what they knew, or what they thought...it just didn't matter to her. ”If it means enough to you, I suppose you could ask the Jedi Council; there is one among them who would know, though the others would likely say they understood why I have done what I have done, acted as I have acted.” She sighed and shook her head. For all their knowledge, the Council could be so…dense, and for all their wisdom, they could not see past something they could not understand. It was unfortunate they understood so little. Still, they had their uses, stubborn and narrow-minded as they were. Swiveling her helm towards the major again, she stretched her hand out slightly. ”Here, turn around; I want my binders back.”
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Post by Vex on Dec 21, 2008 13:25:15 GMT -5
The threads of the Force were splaying out before his sight. Altogether, they made a tapestry far more intricate and unbelievable than the simple mind of a mortal can comprehend. A Master, perhaps, at the moment they become one with the Force, may catch a glimpse of the whole of that creation. It would only be a moment, however, and then they would be consumed, taken into the Force. That did not, however, mean that one could not focus on one particular patch of the weave.
He'd withdrawn into himself, pulling his presence within the Force in until it was but a speck of dust amidst the duststorm of the universe. He only let his senses passively explore the tendrils of possibility within the Force. It was enough, however, for the patterns that he saw were more than a little disturbing.
He' been reaching out before...when he'd sensed Aunna's presence and, in turn, she sensed his. He'd caught that warning...more emotion than intent...the woman didn't have grasp of the Force needed for such a thing...but he felt he understood well enough.
She was reasonably okay then...for now. She should know him better than that. The likelihood that he would not come for her was negligible. Her concern for his well being was clearly not shared by him. He dismissed her warning...which was the last thing she would sense from him before he'd drawn that presence back and shadowed himself from sensing through the Force.
During that link, he'd discerned the singular thread that linked him to the insufferable Republic Major, keeping hold of it even as he drew himself in. Now, slowly stalking through the streets, he'd begun to notice other threads beginning to twin about that link. It began to dawn on him that things were shaping up to be far more than they initially appeared.
This was not a game of cat and mouse, as he had first believed. Rather, this game was becoming more like a game of Dejarik...and he was just now realizing that he was one of the pieces. This caused those black depths to narrow dangerously.
The whine of high-powered sublight engines powering up could be heard, causing the Dark Jedi to twist his head to the side, in the direction of the starport. There was a large gunship that had risen on repulsors and was now flaring its engines to pull away from the planet and begin heading to orbit. As it began to dwindle away, he caught sight of one of those tendrils of the Force fluttering away from it. Whatever it was, it's purpose had somehow entwined with his path and intent...but that purpose was finished and, therefore, so was the causal link to him.
That made him wonder what the ship had left behind...
He had no time to guess, however...as glancing up to see that ship had made him aware of another near-invisible tendril of connection...this from not so far away. He dipped into the shadowed alcove of a building, using the Force to draw the shadows in about himself more and to make any eyes that may fall upon him look without seeing.
The man that appeared was fairly unassuming. Simple enough dress. Functional clothing, lots of pockets...and a large, heavy-looking pack on his back. Couple that with the lean strength of the individual...Vex could only assume that he was military of some type....one that seemed to be making his way toward the starport.
Coincidence? There was no such thing. Vex glanced back...still catching the shimmer of the tendril connecting him to the Major...but he couldn't ignore these other, twisting links...not without putting himself into peril. He needed a better view of this Dejarik board...so that he might see what pieces were arrayed against him. Only then could he make his next move.
Continuing to use the Force to conceal himself, he would tail the man from a good distance...relying on that tenuous bind between them.
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Post by Zarkan on Dec 23, 2008 6:09:30 GMT -5
Sunomi and her squad returned more than a little disgusted by their foray into Nar Shaddar and she was quick to drop to a chair near the ilthorian soldier. "Found anything bulc?" she asked setting her rifle down on the ground next to her. "Nothing much except a report of a bunch of people sliced up six clicks west of her ma'am bulc may not of taken his eyes off the screen before him, but it was clear that he was speaking to her. "Byonce, Tomka take two others and check it out. she nodded at them as they gathered one of the rifle men though from the corner of her eye she couldn't see who it was.
"That's not necessary I can send some of my men that are already on recon to swing by there." she looked at the sith officer who stood before her. "You sent patrols out? I directly ordered you not to send patrols out Captain, recall them Now"
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Post by 10Tickler on Dec 23, 2008 13:57:19 GMT -5
Everything Checks out Fine Damien's brusque voice seemed to grumble through the heads of the eight others that had gathered around him. The unit was a motley assortment of the Republic's finest, Four Humans from varying planets, A Gotal who handled communications. A Female Devaronian - a rare sight any day. A Bothan and a Twi'lek Filled up the Ranks. In their arms, each held their Tools, weapons and other necessities of career.
We all know why we're here Damien then said, standing up straighter and watching as the soldiers in his unit did the same. We know that Major Borgonia is here, that's what the Subdermal Trackers said, and now... he pressed a small button on a datapad, transmitting an image into their helmets, We all know what she looks like. Nar Shaddaa is not, and likely never will be under Republic control...But This is one of our own, and we're getting her back
That said, he turned, Opened the door and stepped out into the street, Assault Rifle in Hand. Following him, the eight other Commandos moved into the sunlight of the Planet, their Armor glinting in the murky atmosphere, weapons held close. Taking Point, Damien was closely followed by Two of the Privates, each carrying a Heavy Rapidfire Repeating Blaster, commonly known as S.A.W. Behind them, the rest of the squad formed.
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Post by A®heim on Dec 23, 2008 19:21:45 GMT -5
Sean listened to the briefing intently, although it was difficult. Something was making him uncomfortable; he was being followed. He didn't know when it began or even who it was, but the intense military training...the training required to be VERY aware of your surroundings...something wasn't right.
Sean snapped back to reality as the squad began to move out. Sergeant Damien was leading the party followed by the two burly S.A.W. riflemen. Guess this wasn't going to be a quiet operation.
Sean followed the group for a while longer before pausing suddenly and turning about nonchalantly. Behind him, the usual mass of lowlifes and criminals ambled passively along, some sidestepping nervously onto side streets away from the heavily armed team. Nothing looked out of place but Sean just could not shake that feeling that they were being watched by a much greater force.
Sean flicked on his helmet communicator. Reaper to Damien, I'm going to break off, I have a bad feeling about this and I want to scope out the area a bit more. I'm not sure what it is....it's just...something is wrong about this whole thing, I feel this won't be like we expected. Over and out.
Sean glanced behind him once more before ducking into an alley way and going into full sprint. He dived around a corner and peered out. He wasn't being followed as far as he could tell, but still...
Pssst, Ayer. Sean whispered into his pack.
The droid's head poked out from his compartment and looked at Sean quizzically. is there a problem sir?
Not yet, which is what I want you to watch out for. I want you to go topside and keep an eye out for any suspicious characters, more so than everyone else in this scum hive at least. I think we're being followed. If things are as bad as I suspect, we'll need to be ready.
The droid nodded before unfurling it's wings and launching smoothly into the sky. Once Ayer was out of sight, Sean proceeded down the alley following what he hoped would be a relatively similar path as the one his team was taking. He would then need to find a good vantage point to scope out the area and, if worse comes to worse, prove his nickname...
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Necro Stormborn
Wants Karl Back
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Dec 24, 2008 11:41:31 GMT -5
Ramseye's concentration broke a bit. The bustling world of Nar Shadda was one that made it difficult to simply wait and listen. Ramseye found this very annoying. He opened his eyes and huffed, "hmm, this is quite troubling. I'd hate to have to bait this one, but It seems like i have no alternative."
Ramseye stood up, and walked forward, slowly at a very dark and malicious pace. his presence grew in the force. His hatred boiled outward filling the air around him with dark energy. the unsettling aura grew and grew, expanding outwards. He breathed outwards, his eyes now pitch red, accented with orange. His anger fueling him, his desire to destroy, vanquish, desamate all those who stood in his way would soon seep its way into the minds of any open to the force. They would feel him, and they would feel his lust and anger.
What followed after that could only be described as a blur of motion and fast wind. Ramseye vauleted forwards off the balcony, free falling to the ground, twisting in the air, tumbling, then as he passed by an extended loading platform he force pulled a cable car in his direction landing atop it. He was now on his knee, palm flat on the cable car, his kneck stretched downwards. His anger still seething. He then stood up and jumped off the car to an adjacent platform and then ran down several alleys, coming to a halt outside of a corporate office that had been contracting with a minor space based shipyard, selling and most likely working for corrupt officials and kingpins.
He jolted backwards as he felt a presence or a pair of eyes glaring at him. His dark robe and long cylindrical weapon stuck on his side would give him away no doubt. He turned quickly, catching the man who was staring at him in the act. in a flash of light he was there, force speeding every foot step closer to the man, launching himself towards the person like a missile out of control. The man backed away afraid of what was coming. He'd been carrying some supplies for a ship or some mechanical device that needed tuning, he dropped all of them preparing to flee--- Too late.
Ramseye stopped in front of him and grinned maliciously. "My forbearance should not be taken lightly." A snap hiss later and a long crimson blade appeared on the other side of the man's back. The man had just been impaled and fell sprawled on the floor.
"hmmph." Ramseye glared at the dead man. He shut down the saber, then moved forward in the alley. His dark aura seeping into everything around him. He let it consume him,, move him, direct him to where he needed to be. This creature would feel it.... and he would feel crawling all around him.
If I cannot find you, you will come to me. Thought Ramseye.
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Jan 2, 2009 23:01:56 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jan 2, 2009 23:01:56 GMT -5
Jade:
It never did take him long to go about checking on the bridge. The commander of the ship was quite capable of running the Pendragon without his help...but it made the red eyed man feel better knowing just what the crew was up to when he wasn't supposed to be around. He'd arranged to go planet side today to check and see how things were faring in the 'search' for the dark jedi. It seemed that the man was quite able to give Sunomi and her little group the slip time and again, but he'd been hearing rumors of quite a few slaughterings lately. Had the man finally gone insane? Was he perhaps just as frustrated as Jade himself about Aunna's disappearance? He couldn't see why the man would be, but for some reason he got the feeling that the rebreather and cloaked man was indeed displeased by the event. Striding from the bridge into one of the lifts, he made his way down to the shuttle bay and boarded a small shuttle that he often used for his own. It wouldn't be long until he could search around on his own for a bit. He always did like snooping around where he shouldn't.
Aunna:
As she tried to listen and decipher the woman's meaning, Aunna noted a slight brush of what she could only tell was Vex. What in the world was he playing at? It almost felt like a dismissal? Had he actually understood her? Doubtful, but it made her wonder all the same. It was only then that she caught another snippet of what the Cathar was saying. Love? This was for love? God what a twisted universe this was...it seemed like love and hate played into everything that happened around her these days! Huffing slightly, the major allowed herself to be pulled into the cantina and sighed slightly as her mind worked to puzzle all of this information out.
Talk of the jedi council only furthered Aunna's confusion. Well, she admitted that the council did seem to stick their heads in the sand an awful lot when it came to everything, but honestly? Did the woman think them THAT dense? Obviously so. Furrowing her eyebrows, Aunna mulled over the possibility that the Cathar had once been a jedi as well. Really, what did the council do that made their followers snap in such ways? Perhaps she'd been lucky not to have enough of the force in her to become a jedi. As the binders were removed from her wrists, the major was stunned enough to simply blink at this turn of events for a moment before stepping away cautiously. She had no weapon, so it wasn't like she could strike out at the woman, but she didn't trust her luck right now to be able to leave without being caught or worse if she tried.
Let me get this right...you're just going to let me go. No questions asked, no trying to catch me again, no killing me as soon as I turn my back...I'm free to go. Am I interpreting this correctly?
She asked, taking another tentative step backwards.
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Regnier
I get paid to kill bodies, and I enjoy my job. Any questions?
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Jan 5, 2009 1:52:28 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Jan 5, 2009 1:52:28 GMT -5
"It would seem that way, wouldn't it? Things have been set in motion, Major, that not even I can stop now. You are bound to your fate, just as I am mine, and it is not your fate to die by my hand. It would serve no purpose. If I wished your life, I would have taken it already."
The Cathar paused, her tone soft as always, snapping the binders shut and hooking them back onto her belt. Turning her head slightly, she breathed in slowly, seemingly staring at a blank spot on the wall for a few seconds. There were, of course, downsides to making oneself completely invisible through the Force. To gain the most effect, one had to virtually cut themselves from it altogether, but to appear as a normal man, or woman, with no notable connection to the Force, only the basic strains found in all life could be left; it also meant that you couldn't really use it in any way, for to draw on it would reveal what one truly was underneath. Still, time enough spent as prey allows the predator to know when they're the ones being hunted. But who was the hunter here?
The board was set.
"I believe, however, that 'free' is a point of view. Your fate lies here, as does mine, and that is not something you can ever escape. Whether or not either of us survive, I cannot say, but there are those coming to protect you as well as destroy you, of that I have little doubt." Silently, she smiled coldly beneath her helm. "I, however, have no such luxury as allies. And I will be found. If you run, I cannot guarantee that the right people will find you. Stay, and I can. Call it recompense for the trouble I have brought you."
Turning back to the bar, she leaned her weight against it. Even with her connection to the Force as faint as it was, she could still feel the pure, unbridled hatred in the air, but it was not the Sith within her that felt it, and it was certainly not something she hadn't felt before. Indeed, it was something she had felt within herself not so very long ago. It was close, and getting closer. Something, someone dark was approaching, and the air, even through her helmet, smelled of impending battle. It was almost time, almost time. Soon, the hard part would begin, and all the planning in the world would become subject to the one rule of any good test: the best-laid plans never survive combat. The true trial would be keeping one step ahead of the madness, but never giving the appearance of being in front.
The players were in place.
"Do as you wish, but think carefully before you act. You take a risk no matter your choice. Which is greater is a decision I leave to you. I would choose quickly, however, for there is not much time left. Even now they come, I can feel that much. Know, however, that you still have a role to play in this, of that I am certain."
Now, it would be as the Force willed it. Destiny. Fate. There was no escaping it. You lived when it was your time to live, and died when it was your time to die. No matter her fate today, she didn't mind. Death was only a release. In the end, it wouldn't really matter anyways, whether her opponents proved the better, for it would take far more than the loss of her physical body to stop her from accomplishing what she had set out to do; make it more difficult, yes, but if it were easy, well...then she wouldn't have been here now would she? And neither would those bringing death and destruction with them. Whatever was coming, it was not something to be taken lightly, and there would be no harmony this day.
The pieces were moving.
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Vex
A Self-styled computer geek that moonlights as a G.I. Joe.
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Jan 12, 2009 12:57:51 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jan 12, 2009 12:57:51 GMT -5
When they neared those landing bays, Vex had to stop. He drew his cloak around himself a bit tighter, blending back into the shadows between a few stalls advertising authentic core-world rarities...and offering anything but. From what minor touch of the Force he still had radiating out, he felt that hatred. It pressed against the cloak of anonymity he'd drawn against himself, it's pressure unable to do anything but be forced into his consciousness.
Another player...one steeped in the Dark Side, such as himself. That much was obvious. However, the Dark Jedi did not know if this was the one he sought, the one that held Aunna. It seemed too blatant, too demanding for attention. Someone wanted to be found as badly as Vex wanted to find someone.
That didn't mean that their purposes were meant to cross, however.
Black eyes narrowed, turning more to his immediate surroundings. It was fortunate he'd stepped into this secluded area, out of immediate prying eyes. A patrol of Sith drifted by, apparently searching for something. One of the men looked right at and past Vex, his mind unable to pierce the veil surrounding Vex and instead simply urged to look without seeing. Once more, Vex found threads attaching to them...though minute at best.
The Sith certainly weren't working too hard to be subtle about things...though the Republic seemed far worse. It was only minutes after the Sith had disappeared inside one of the hangars that a small group of Republic soldiers appeared from another...and judging by their gear, they were ready to wage war.
They also seemed to be heading in the general direction of that dark, forbidding presence that was broadcasting itself. He chose to shadow them. Perhaps they'd manage to flush the presence out and give him a better idea of what he was dealing with.
It wasn't too long before one of the team paused, looking back. Vex allowed himself to seep back into the flow of life around him, becoming inconsequential. It was harder, however...he felt the press of that attention seemingly pushing harder t get through his veil...but without an idea of what he was looking for, the man, thankfully, looked on, missing him.
This time.
This one might prove useful. He watched that...thing...a droid of some type, appear from the pack the man carried. The pack was all too familiar and it brought a dark smirk to life beneath that rebreather. His assumptions had been right. As the droid took flight and the man veered off in a parallel direction with his team, Vex chose to follow him, still keeping himself under the radar.
The threads of the Force were thickening. He had the feeling they were converging towards something...eventful.
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Zarkan
Octoboobies! omnomnomnomnom
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Jan 13, 2009 16:05:03 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Jan 13, 2009 16:05:03 GMT -5
"Ok Gather around, we're going to move out and investigate the disturbance report, I want everyone's heads on the swivel we have reports of Republic military here as well, preferably I'd like to avoid them entirely, but we need to be prepared if we run into them. Captain Kreal, your infantry will remain here and defend the pad. Ok, everyone lets move." she turned on her heel with her rifle in a at ease position as the entire group made their way though the travelers quarter of their current area.
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10Tickler
Should probably be stopped sometime soon
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Jan 13, 2009 16:28:03 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Jan 13, 2009 16:28:03 GMT -5
As his Squad moved openly down the Street, Damien hardened his features. Civilians on all sides fled, into homes, locking doors and windows against the Republic Troopers. Slowly, Steadily, the Unit moved towards the Shipyards, towards the Location that the Scouts in their Group had pointed out. Right behind Damien, the Two Heavy Gunners were Talking rather Loudly, making bets, making plans for Later. the Scouts were Quietier, their own perogative.
Tapping the side of his Helmet, Damien opened a Secure, private Channel to Sean. Listen up he muttered, unable to be heard by the other members of the Squad In about Fifteen paces, I want you to Break off, head for Higher Ground and Play two roles instead of One. Firstly, I want you to make sure we're not being followed, if we are, Report to me immediatly. Secondly, I want for you to do me one bigger favor. If you get a Shot that will eliminate anyone who's holding Aunna Captive... Copy?
That Said, he awaited his response, the paces ticking by...Then he knew Sean was gone. With that part out of the way, he smirked, opening up comms to all of his Troopers. Lock and Lode, Let's roll in, Shock and Awe anyone in our way, then Roll out he said, causing a Few softer cheers to come over the comm headset.
His crew was ready for anything.
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