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Feb 8, 2009 16:26:39 GMT -5
Post by Prodigal on Feb 8, 2009 16:26:39 GMT -5
The Unforgiven had come out of hyperspace just outside Bakura's orbit; a calculated decision that had been put in place with the hopes that any sort of early detection system the planet may have had wouldn't acknowledge their presence, while still allowing this cell of Dark-siders the opportunity to react to any outside stimuli... For once Aeron wasn't the only one suitably paranoid.
Checking the console while offering a faint nod of his head to the others he leaned back in the plushly cushioned Co-pilot's chair even as the transport/supply ship meant for the Agri-corps facility came into view, three standard hours earlier then they had surmised. Glancing at both Zarene and Gabriella he managed a swift curse under his breath; the troops and droids that had been promised weren't due for rendezvous for at least another hour and a half...
"Well there goes any chance of surprising them.." Even as the words came tumbling out of his mouth, his mind began working overtime A name Aeron... Try to think back, Rya Cinder something.. No wait the name had been Ryn Sundar.. If that one still lived, his name was going to be tarnished beyond repair after this little stunt. Looking at the others as feral grin began to form on his aquiline features, his words came out fast and clipped "I'm going to send them a hail, if this doesn't work then we have to go in hard and fast Ladies.." Activating the comms, his voice seemed to change subtly in pitch and timbre; so much so that any trepidation or concern that had once seemed audible, had now melted away like the first springs thaw "Bakura Agri-corps Transport this is Master Ryn Sundar of the Jedi Order aboard The Unforgiven merchant vessel please respond." Holding his breath as time elapsed, seconds seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours until he was finally rewarded with a response
"Master Sundar this is Transport A75-883B how can we be of assistance?"
Smirking at both Gabriella and Zarene, his voice continued to flow smoothly despite the growing tension in the cockpit "I seem to be at a bit of an impasse, the shuttle that was due to transport both myself and another of my Order to the planet's surface seems to be delayed and the pilot here is more mercenary then a Bounty Hunter out of Nar Shaddaa." Hearing a slight chuckle from the opposing ship, Aeron quickly pressed the verbal advantage "I was hoping you could provide some assistance since we seem to be heading to the same location, otherwise I'm going to have to renegotiate passage and frankly... I don't make the big credits to pay the fees this pilot is trying to garner" Waiting patiently, he purposely muted the comm "Hopefully this works.."
Finally, after what seemed to be hours but was really perhaps a ten minute span the Unforgiven was hailed once more "I've cleared it through the captain Master Jedi, and he's instructed me to inform you to be ready to board.. Lets see if we can get you and yours off that greedy gundarks ship in short order."
"Acknowledged and thank you for your kindness, there will be only myself and one other boarding." Offering a sardonic grin to the others as the comm-link was shut off he merely shrugged "Well it worked imagine that.."
{All character mentions have been sanctioned through the applicable people}
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Feb 9, 2009 14:07:03 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Feb 9, 2009 14:07:03 GMT -5
Gabriella watched calmly as Aeron pulled his little stunt, and was indifferent about the fact that it worked. She was kind of hoping that things would get messy but sometimes you don't get what you want. She looked at Zerene and nodded, letting her know that she should stay on the ship and wait until Aeron and Gabriella had the transport. She didn't expect things to very complicated when they dealt with the transport. There obviously wasn't going to be much resistance, and definitely not enough to stand two trained in the ways of the force.
She made her way to the shuttle of The Unforgiven, outlining the plan to Aeron as she did.
"Alright Aeron its relatively simple....penetrate and annihilate. We get ourselves on the bridge before we do anything though. We cannot afford to have them getting a communication out to the facility. Once we are on the bridge, we kill everyone...well everyone except for the captain. He may prove useful when it comes to landing."
She made her way on to the shuttle, and hopped into the pilot's seat. She went through the various take-off procedures and lifted off from The Unforgiven. After a very short ride, they docked with the AgriCorps transport.
Gabriella gave a small nod to Aeron, and then made her way off the shuttle and towards the meeting party. There were only two men waiting for them, but they said that the they were to be escorted to the bridge. Gabriella gave a sly smile as they turned around to show them the way, they were making things too easy.
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Feb 9, 2009 17:57:37 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Feb 9, 2009 17:57:37 GMT -5
The harsh midday sun beat down on the agricorp workers as they worked in the fields. It was definitely an above-average weather day. Harvest was coming up soon, and temperatures should have been dropping. But today it was beating down, hot as ever. Many of the former youngings were sipping from their water canteens more often than usual, but their overseers were not cruel beings--most of them being Jedi--so they were allowed these little breaks. And, soon they would be breaking for their midday meal.
Out in one of the farther fields, a yellow Twi'lek female moved up a hand to move some sweat out of her eyes. Her headband helped some but didn't stop all of it from dripping down. Though she was used to harsh conditions on her native Ryloth, she hadn't been there for very long. Nor was she used to being so long in the sun either. She longed for the break for lunch, so that she could run into the forest just dozens of meters away and relish in the shade of the tall trees and eat. Eat the same food that everyone would be getting today. But the food didn't bother her. She was used to it. Loom'aisana, called Looma, was nearing her fifth year in this farming combine.
She pulled a sip of water from her canteen at her side and wiped away more sweat. Just a few more minutes and she would be free. Those precious few minutes were the best time of her days here on Bakura. Looma was hoping that Cal would be able to get away also, and they could eat together in the lush forest and enjoy the coolness of the little stream they had found a few months earlier while similarly exploring the forest. Ah, Caleb, her one true friend on this entire world. The young Twi'lek had never thought she would ever be able to call another being her friend, but Cal had surprised her, and she would be ever grateful for his companionship. As she knew he was grateful for hers.
Smiling a little, she picked up her hoe and started chopping at the weeds in the farm row she had been working in. Just another couple meters and her row would be finished. Then she could line up with the others and gather her small but filling lunch. And the next 30 minutes would be hers to do with whatever she liked. She allowed herself another grin before turning to the ground to put all focus on her work.
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Feb 9, 2009 18:29:05 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Feb 9, 2009 18:29:05 GMT -5
Zarene Yin could see the outlines of the buildings of the Bakura AgriCorps complex in the distance. Leaving Gabriella and Aeron to do there thing on AgriCorps transport, she had met up with the Sith commandoes and droids, landing a few miles away from the complex so as not to draw attention.
Looking through her binoculars, Zarene surveyed the terrain, scanned the fields surrounding the complex. There were a good number of workers out there, along with a smaller number of Republic soldiers lazily doing their patrols. Zarene wouldn't have been surprised if none of those soldiers had actually seen real combat before. On this backwater planet, there wasn't really much to guard against. Until now.
Putting down the binoculars, Zarene unslung the long-range slugthrower that she had been carrying, and inserted a round into the firing chamber. It was an old weapon. Not as accurate as a good disrupter, wasn't anywhere near as powerful as those expensive magnetic accelerator doohickies she had heard about, not to mention that required having to manually calculate the drop, but it was proven, reliable, and required little maintenance.
The workers seemed to be heading inside now, for lunch, judging by the time. Zarene looked through the scope, focused on one of the few guards who had remained. Silently, she did the necessary calculations in her head. No wind. That made things a lot easier. She was tempted to press the trigger right there and then, but Aeron and Gabriella had not yet landed, had not yet given the signal. So she waited.
"What are your orders?" the captain of the Sith soldiers asked.
"See that soldier down there?" she said softly, not bothering to take her eye off the scope. "Fisher and Creel will give me the signal when they're ready. My signal to you will be when I press this trigger and he drops. You will then fire off the mortars, lay a few smoke bombs onto the complex. That'll get them in a little panic. Move in, droids first. I want the workers captured alive. You can deal with the soldiers however you wish." The captain nodded, and went off in a hurry to convey the orders to the rest of the soldiers.
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Feb 9, 2009 19:31:54 GMT -5
Post by gusha on Feb 9, 2009 19:31:54 GMT -5
Thaylos was working once again in that cursed field of Iradonian Potatoes. The sun was high and it was a cloudless day. The workers were baking under the sun today. The season was getting on so they would be harvesting soon. The way the sun felt on his shoulders however Thaylos would have sworn summer was just reaching its peak.
Thaylos’s back complained as he hoed at the weeds that had managed to infest this field. He had been at this job all morning and he swore he would never get used to the constant stooping. This was work for droids and Thaylos hated that he was here doing it. He didn’t deserve to be here. He was supposed to be a Jedi right now, not a field hand. By now he could probably be a knight taking on missions of his own. Thaylos felt the anger rising. He bit it back down, and redoubled his work. He had plenty of time; he didn’t need to go charging off now. He had years to show the Jedi their mistake.
About the time he had finished taking his anger out on the weeds the buzzer for lunch sounded. Thaylos spat in the cursed field before slinging his hoe over his shoulder and heading to get his lunch. Probably some cafeteria slop then back out to back breaking work. Thaylos could not wait to leave.
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Feb 10, 2009 9:59:30 GMT -5
Post by Prodigal on Feb 10, 2009 9:59:30 GMT -5
Almost immediately after arriving on the Bridge, both Gabriella and Aeron had begun a savage pogrom that effectively wiped out the entirety of the crew with a minimum of both delay and exertion; the civillians had attempted to fight the good fight, but the weapons aboard the ship were minimal and against the fury of two skilled practioners of the Dark Side, there had been no defense.
Turning his gaze from the slaughter, Aeron’s eyes became fixated upon the captain of the ship, as he choked the life out of one of the crew through an adroit manipulation of the Force “Not to sound cliché captain, but your next few actions determine whether you live or you die. In fact the only reason you’re not dead right now is because I persuaded my companion.” With a faint extension of his will, the now lifeless body was thrown violently against the side of the ship as he offered a slight inclination of his head towards Gabriella while she stalked through the various alcoves and cargo holds; she was nothing if she was not thorough, and though her aptitude for ensuring that the rest of the crew were either dead or near dying seemed to give her a certain pleasure, ultimatly it was the results that mattered.
Continuing in that soft matter-of-fact voice of his that was typically used whenever he was just about to resort to violence, his eyes settled upon the Captain once more “You can either land this ship and be sequestered in the cargo hold while we finish our business here or you can land the ship and I let her have her way with you once you’re finished… It’s your call but I would chose the former if I were you.”
Waiting in silence, the captains fears were authenticated by the dying screams of his co-pilot. Finally nodding, as if afraid that if he somehow spoke that he would be the next slated to die, the captain settled back down in his seat and prepared to bring the ship down for a landing; waiting for Aeron’s word on the matter before doing anything else.
Nodding slightly as he pressed a hand upon the captain’s shoulder “Wise decision captain, I knew you would see the folly of refusal.” Nodding slightly towards Gabriella as she returned to the bridge, Aeron quickly took position in the co-pilot’s chair “Carry on Captain and know that if they suspect anything… I will do far worse to you then my comrade could imagine and as you can see...” Looking back towards the slaughtered members of the transport as their contorted faces made mockery of what they had once been, he continued “She has a very vivid imagination.”
Casually leaning back as the Captain gave the proper clearances and authentication codes, the plan kept creeping through his mind even as Gabriella finished indulging herself; disrupt communications, have the failed younglings within the complex gather, allow for Zarene and the others to gather the ones still outside, and prepare for departure once more. With that firmly entrenched within his mind, he motioned towards Gabriella as the ship touched down “Time to play the charmer... You ready?”
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Feb 10, 2009 15:07:13 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Feb 10, 2009 15:07:13 GMT -5
Gabriella let out a content sigh as she finished killing the last of the crew. It had been awhile since she had that much fun, maybe this mission wasn't going to be too boring after all. She watched with indifference as Aeron threatened the captain and got them clearance to land. When Aeron asked if she was ready, she merely scoffed and replied.
"Just make sure you get communications down and get Zarene down here as soon as it happens. We will have our new recruits in due time."
She walked down the hallways, she was disappointed, there was no one around to provide resistance. She didn't feel like giving a speech in the scorching heat outside, so she needed to find a room for the others to gather. After a few minutes of walking, she came to a large room and had the label meeting hall.
This should do just fine she purred.
She needed to find a way to make an announcement to get all the workers into the meeting hall. She figured there would be one outside, that an overseer might use to call the workers. She made her way down a few hallways to the doorway that led to the fields. She saw the overseer standing near the door and called him over.
"You will make an announcement telling the workers to assemble in the meeting hall" she said with a wave of her hand.
The overseer gave an absent minded nod and walked over to the comm unit and made the announcement.
"All workers report to the meeting hall immediately for a special meeting."
She then called the overseer inside and threw him into the nearest room. She leaped on top of him, pulled a knife out of her sleeve and stab it into his throat. The sound of a lightsaber igniting might disconcert some of the Agricorps workers.
Gabriella then made her way back to the meeting hall swiftly and positioned herself at the podium in the front. She put her hood up, and crossed her arms in her robe, she wanted the workers to get a significant impression.
The fun was about to begin...
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Feb 10, 2009 16:06:20 GMT -5
Post by gusha on Feb 10, 2009 16:06:20 GMT -5
Thaylos heard the announcement of a special meeting. Thaylos could say that he was not happy about it. He was ready to eat and get back to work. The sooner the harvest got in the sooner he could go to the mountains and continue his secret training. This meeting might last for hours and set them back a halfday of work.
If he didn’t go he would get in trouble. Then he probably would not be allowed to go the mountains. It would be best if he just sucked it up and went to this supposed meeting. So, Thaylos went directly to the meeting room.
A few of the other ‘workers had arrived there before him. He staked out a spot in the middle of the fourth row. At the center of the room a hooded figure stood at the center of the room. It was true the figure looked menacing but so did the Jedi when they put on their airs of mystery. The person did look a bit like a Jedi.
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Feb 10, 2009 19:14:17 GMT -5
Post by Prodigal on Feb 10, 2009 19:14:17 GMT -5
Given such a cavalier dismissal by Gabriella, Aeron merely smirked as he glanced at the diagnostic layout of the building and proceeded down toward the main hub of the facility; there would be time to pursue that particular dialog but right now he had obligations. Raising his hand while exerting his will slightly, the sliding steel door complied with his wishes and quickly opened.
Stepping within and noting that he wasn't alone, he quickly gauged the situation; three men and two women stood there in what was obvious Republican attire, but only two were close enough to the comm-link system to warrant any sort of action. Not chancing to his gift to manipulate others, Aeron's saber ignited with a crisp snap-hiss as the crimson colored blade came into existence.
With his intentions made quite clear to the five sentients, they had wasted no time in quickly trying to patch themselves through to a higher authority. As the one quickly scrambled toward the comm equipment and began mashing a series of buttons, Aeron reacted without any fore-thought.
Manipulating ones saber was one of the most basic skills one could use within the force and while some had indeed mastered it to the point of being able to duel in such a manner, with Aeron it had been only another hurdle to jump during his training. The crimson blade was thrown even as a quickly garbled and nonsensical message was sent out "Master Sundar.. Attacking.. "
Grimacing at what portents that message would bring; movement from out of his peripheral caused him to quickly roll clear, as sickly green blaster bolts connected with the wall where Aeron had stood only moments before...
Coming to his feet adjacent to the group as his saber passed through flesh to sink blade first into the main hub, a faint smirk seemed to play about his lips as the words of his old master came back to aid him once more No one guided by the Force is ever unarmed, remember that Aeron. Silently thanking his eldest teacher as he extended a hand in a tell-tale gripping motion, he was rewarded with his assailant quickly gasping out her death rattle even as she tried to free herself from his grip.
Releasing his focus while the body slumped to the ground, a malevolent grin played about his features "You mean to say only one of you were armed... Shameful." Watching as one of them dived for the weapon in question, a quick movement of his hand caused the weapon to fly skittering at Aeron's feet "You have a choice you know.. You can surrender and you're lives will be spared or we can continue this and you will die a horrible horrible death.. Either way I'm easy." Looking over the comm equipment and bringing a strong focus to bare, his saber {no worse for wear save for a few scratches along the haft} sprung into his grip while the remaining three sat in indecision "Time's up..."
Descending upon the remaining three like a whirling dervish, their cries and screams were quickly cut off as the wide sweeping arcs of his unorthodox style quickly divested them of life. Stopping only when assured that no more were arriving, he glanced where the holonet equipment had once stood and withdrew the comm-link Zarene had provided moments before they began the infiltration "Make you're assault now... They were sending a message to the Order before I arrived on the scene, so its going to possibly get hairy if we don't move."
A few more slashes of his saber ensured that the remaining equipment couldn't be cobbled together to send a distress signal before he quietly stepped out of the room. Watching the doors shut once more he quickly manipuliated the console and sent it into disarray; it wouldn't due for the new recruits to see all that mess..
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Feb 10, 2009 19:40:06 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Feb 10, 2009 19:40:06 GMT -5
(( I believe that Vreem said that Caleb and Looma would be in the forest, correct? ))
It was time.
Zarene pressed the trigger of her rifle. A puff of smoke, and the guard fell. "Now captain, fire off the mortars." With a high-pitched wail, the mortar rounds arced through the air, covering the fields in the thick layer of smoke. "Good, now give them a few moments to run to the safety of the base, then sweep up. Set to stun. We want the workers alive."
The droids advanced first of course. One by one, the soldiers lowered infrared goggles over their heads and followed them into the smoke. Slinging her rifle back over her shoulder, Zarene drew her lightsaber, the blue blade igniting with a snap-hiss. Not her usual weapon-of-choice, but when it came to intimidation, there was nothing better.
The few remaining republic guards put up virtually no resistance. Unable to see in the smoke, they were quickly dispatched. Already the soldiers had captured a number of workers as others fled towards the buildings of the complex. She sighed. She genuinely enjoyed combat. It was one of the few times when she could forget about all that was wrong in her life, release her pent-up anger, and push her powers to (and sometimes past) their limits. But this was too easy. Far too easy.
About to follow the others into the fields, she suddenly felt a strange sensation through the Force. Had someone somehow managed to escape the net? Her comlink clicked on. "Captain, continue your sweep. I will be joining you soon." With that said, she turned away from the fields and headed towards the forest. No one was to escape. She would make sure of it.
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Feb 10, 2009 20:08:15 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Feb 10, 2009 20:08:15 GMT -5
The yellow Twi'lek had gathered her lunch with the others, making sure to move through the line quickly. She wanted to make the most use of her short break as possible. Looma didn't see Cal in the building and assumed he was already at their secret place. Smiling to herself, she looked down to focus on filling up her small pockets with pieces of fruits. It was the only she thing she could safely carry with her out of the cafeteria. The soup would make a mess out of her clothes.
Hurrying through to the end of the line, she popped a bit of fruit in her mouth while glancing around herself. Everyone was occupied either eating or waiting to eat. No one would notice her, especially with most of the works on the verge of heatstroke. With this opportunity, she snuck through the door and headed on the far side of the fields towards the forest. Ah, the cool forest and stream, a relief from the heat. Looma was eager to find out about Cal's day.
Entering the forest, the young Twi'lek immediately felt about 20 degrees cooler. Not much difference on this extremely hot day but enough for her to believe she wasn't boiling on the inside. It would be even better after a dip in the stream. She jogged along the rugged path that she and the human Cal had etched among the trees for the past couple of years. Belatedly, she wished they had taken different paths so as not to leave such an obviously worn entrance. But it was too late now.
Looma slowed, knowing she was coming upon their meeting place. Reaching out a little with the Force, she found Cal just up ahead around a bend in the clearing near the stream. She sent him warm feelings through the Force to let him know of her arrival. At a walk now, she grinned at him when she finally saw him sitting near the bank. As he looked up at her, she rushed over to him, greeting him, no longer able to stay at a walk. Wordlessly, she began unloading her pockets of her looted fruit.
Deep within the forest, the couple didn't hear the announcement for all the workers to report for a meeting. Hungry, they just continued speedily eating, getting past the formalities before they could really talk to each other.
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Post by Vreem Took on Feb 12, 2009 13:48:39 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry it took me a day to reply, was exhausted after finishing Caleb off.)
Early dinner once again, after finishing his allotted ‘work’ for the morning Caleb had immediately grabbed his food and taken what he could as secretly as possible. Once again he’d finished a fair bit earlier than the others, but his job was different to theirs and he was given a fairly large area to cover. But no doubt the staff would catch onto the fact that he was finishing earlier than usual, which meant that he’d be given even more land to oversee each day, this was how the cycle had continued for years now, what originally took him a day to complete now took little more than an hour. But then again, when one used the same ability everyday for most of the day, it was bound to improve to such a point.
Sneaking into the forest was, in all honesty, too easy. There were very few guards or monitoring systems around, after all this was only a small experimental facility, why should it require so much in terms of men or security systems? That made things much simpler for Looma and himself, they didn’t even have to try and cover up their tracks. In fact, they had quite an obvious path which led to a river not too far away from the facility, anyone could have walked it and not gotten lost but it didn’t seem like anybody cared a great deal. After all, they did their job and produced more than enough quality food to prove that the facility was a success.
He got to the bank earlier than he would have liked, and so emptied his canteen at the side of the river, the water had warmed throughout the morning and now it was unwelcome in his mouth. Placing the container into the river Caleb enjoyed the sensation of the cool water rushing over his skin; it was at a great temperature given the heat. Turning tight the lid Caleb threw it idly to the floor, following moments later with a fatigued thud.
Reaching into the bag he pulled out the smallest thing he could find and began eating it slowly, nibbling on it almost, trying to keep himself, and his hunger, occupied until Looma would arrive, at which point they would eat together in this wonderfully peaceful environment.
When she arrived Caleb couldn’t help but smile, the day’s anxiety and aggravation dissolved before that smile and he felt happy, even content, which was a rare feeling for him. When the announcement had gone off at the facility, they had been too far away to hear anything and so they just exchanged gentle ‘hey’s before tucking into their meagre dinners. Coming towards the end of his ‘meal’ Caleb raised his head to look at Looma, pausing for a moment. “You know,” he started off faintly, quickly becoming more assured, “I think that I’ve actually made an improvement with my telekinesis thanks to your training.” He smiled warmly, it was a big deal for him, this had been the first progression he’d made in that area since he’d first learned the skill as a youngling.
As he sat on the ground in his simple and dirtied garments and his hair it’s usual blonde mess, he found it hard to contain his joy.
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Post by Mara on Feb 12, 2009 17:41:10 GMT -5
Swallowing a bite of fruit, the Twi'lek looked up at the human she had grown close to over the past couple of years and smiled. "I'm happy for you, Cal." Her lekku remained quiet, a small tribute to the calm assurance she felt alone here in the forest. No one would ever find out they were here; they never stayed long enough for anyone to figure it out. They entered singly and left singly, leaving no trace but their path and footprints. Footprints similar to that of the boots worn by every worker in this area.
"What did you do today?" she asked, grasping another piece of fruit and eating it while waiting for his answer. "The exercise I taught you helped?" Sitting there, she laid back against a rock near the streambed, letting a small breeze wash over her. Looking up at the treetops, she could almost close her eyes, so relaxed she was.
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Post by sparrow on Feb 12, 2009 18:54:41 GMT -5
Zarene deactivated her lightsaber as she headed towards the forest, noticing the beaten narrow path that snaked through the underbrush. Judging from the fresh footprints and newly-crushed leaves, someone had been through recently.
Following the path for some time, Zarene paused as she heard the sound of running water in the distance. And almost drowned out by the sound of the river at this distance, were voices. Zarene could sense it. Those were the ones she was looking for.
Quietly, she loaded a tranquilizer dart into her arm launcher, and turned the last corner to find... a pair of picnickers? A fair-haired young human male and a yellow-skinned twi'lek female, both two or three years younger than her at most, lying together by the bank of the river eating fruit, completely oblivious in their own little world. Had they heard the sounds of battle and blaster fire in distance at all?
Their backs were turned to her, and they did not seem to notice her presence yet. Watching them, Zarene suddenly felt a pang of... what was it? Jealousy? Young love... innocence..., she thought regretfully, That was a lifetime ago...
But she had a job to do right now, which was to bring these two make to the AgriCorps complex alive. Perhaps she could have convinced the two to return to the complex through words, but Zarene was never very good at diplomacy and lacked Gabriella's silver tongue and charm, so she raised her cybernetic arm, containing the dart launcher, aimed and fired.
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Feb 12, 2009 19:42:03 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Feb 12, 2009 19:42:03 GMT -5
Though it was cool in the forest, and there was a nice breeze passing through, Looma still felt a bit warm. She was contemplating taking a dip in the river while Cal was finishing up his meal, when something tingled at the back of her mind. Not used to sensing anything more powerful in the Force besides Cal, the other workers and the life living in the forest, the sense jolted her suddenly out of her reverie. Someone else was here in the forest, someone... new. Someone she hadn't felt before.
Noticing that Cal was about to respond to her, she jumped forward and pressed a hand across his mouth, motioning him to be silent. Her headtails writhed in response to her sudden agitation. Looking into his eyes, she saw that he sensed the presence also, so there was no need to tell him anything more. With the amount of energy eminating from it, she knew it wasn't one of those creatures who had attacked Cal two years past. It was a more sentient being. But not knowing whether this was a Jedi sent to look over the facility or another being, Looma felt a moment of indecision. Should they continue on and wait for the being to confront them in their obvious dereliction of the rules? Or turn to face the being?
Looma didn't dare delve into the Force; even if the being hadn't spotted them yet, that would immediately alert him or her to their location. She remained still, except for her lekku, kneeling next to Cal, having removed her hand after he got the hint. Even with her mind closed off, she could still feel a sense of malice coming from the direction of the being, something she had not felt in quite some time. A magnification of her own thoughts as a child and later as a youngling. This was no Jedi.
Those thoughts had just turned into thoughts of what they should do, when the malice sense increased. Looma quickly turned her head to see a young humanoid female raising her arm, aiming at the couple. Reacting so quickly that time seemed to slow for her, the Twi'lek grabbed the boulder she had been leaning against just moments before and hurled it at the woman.
Without waiting to see how she reacted, Looma grabbed Cal around the waist and pulled him into the nearby water, hoping he would have enough sense to take in some air and hold it. The stream was shallow but deep enough to immerse them completely, laying flat. With her Force use already out in the open from her attack, she used it to keep their backs pressed against the streambed, her eyes open looking towards the surface. She had to think fast; she wasn't sure how long she or Cal could hold their breath.
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Feb 14, 2009 21:54:28 GMT -5
Post by Vreem Took on Feb 14, 2009 21:54:28 GMT -5
Forgetting himself to his hunger, Caleb had waited to finish his current morsel before responding to Looma’s question. He hadn’t sensed anything different and so when he turned to face and speak to her he jumped as he hand whipped its way to his mouth. It was then he sensed it, a slight warning, like a siren in the distance, he’d been numb to it before but now it grew in strength. He couldn’t tell if it was his natural powers which had alerted him or Looma’s sudden contact with him which had spiked his senses. But all he knew now was that he felt something he’d never felt before.
It was obvious the being was touched by the Force and by that Caleb knew that this was someone who could use the Force, but they weren’t like any Jedi he’d ever sensed before and nobody at the facility was as strong as the presence he felt. What felt different about this presence were the waves of malice which pulsed from it, the dark rays washing over the boy, they sent a cold uncontrollable shiver down his spine. His eyes met Looma’s and carefully she removed her hand from his mouth.
Knowing silence and discretion were his momentary allies Caleb kept his mouth shut as Looma had suggested when suddenly she lashed out. The young agri-corps worker was more stunned than anything, throwing such a sizeable object was not something he could even contemplate without bringing on a headache yet Looma had tossed the boulder with an ease unknown to him.
When she grabbed his waist and pulled him down into the water he was still caught in his state of surprise, which hadn’t lessened with the launching of the boulder. He just about managed to draw in some air before he was surrounded by water. Calming himself so that he would not drain away all the air he had Caleb turned his head as best he could. If he could just put his eyes on their attacker then it wouldn’t take much for him to rally the trees and any other surrounding plants to their cause, it wouldn’t be too hard to neutralize her, if only for a moment.
But he was weak, he couldn’t act on his own, Looma would have to take the lead and he would have to follow. It was not something he took pleasure in, having to draw off the skill of others instead of his own, but there was no point in losing face to such a fact. One day he would have the strength to be independent, but that day seemed very far into the future. For now he’d wait, try and keep his lungs content and wait for Looma’s signal to act.
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Feb 14, 2009 23:53:02 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Feb 14, 2009 23:53:02 GMT -5
With a snarl, Zarene drew deeply upon the Force, and the boulder stopped, suspended in midair, only inches from her face. Releasing her hold on the rock, she let it drop harmlessly to the ground. "Not bad," she muttered. The pair had been faster and more alert than she had expected. While she had been distracted by the boulder, they had disappeared from the riverbank.
The sound of a splash told her where they had gone. Both now lay pressed against the riverbed under the water, using the Force to keep them submerged, a move both clever and stupid. Clever in that it prevented her from shooting any more darts effectively at them while they were underwater. Stupid in while there, neither could breath.
She watched in amusement the two holding their breaths as she loaded another dart into her arm. You'd rather risk drowning than come quietly? Fine, let's play that game,, she thought as she reached out through the Force to yank the female out of the water.
The scattered rays of light falling through the forest canopy dancing across the scarred half of her face made her appear especially sinister as she smirked at the soaking wet twi'lek girl. "You're wanted alive, so you can come now, quietly and in one piece, or you can put up a fight, and I put a blaster bolt through each of your limbs and drag you back to the complex." Still holding on to the Force, she used it to press down on the boy to hold him under the water. "You're not bad. But break my grip? I don't think so. So decide quickly."
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Feb 16, 2009 17:39:04 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Feb 16, 2009 17:39:04 GMT -5
Surprised fluttered across Looma's face as she felt the sudden tug on her. Enough surprise that she no longer was holding onto Cal nor to the streambed with the Force. She was airborne, thinking belatedly, hoping, that Caleb would think of something or at least not drown to begin with. Looma would do her best to become a distraction. Obviously this young being meant harm to them; the Twi'lek could feel the malice radiating through the Force from her, not bothering to be subtle. Yes, their little trick had angered her. Though, she could also feel that the other had a handle on her emotions, while Looma did not.
She glared as she stood before the other being, having stopped her flight through the air and coming to a fairly soft landing on her feet, the water dripping off of her work clothes. If her glare had been made of blaster bolts, the other would have been dead seconds ago. Looma didn't even bother wondering why this woman was after them, and why them in particular. Or which choice she would even choose. She only wanted to get Cal and her out safely. Or at least alive. That was her only focus.
Her glare increased and her rage in the Force boiled over her, surrounding the clearing as she felt the other woman pressing down Cal in the water, feeling his agony as his air was running out. Without moving a muscle, still standing in front of the intruder, all the stones, rocks and boulders around the small river and the clearing slowly rose up. Looma half-closed her eyes in concentration and suddenly wished she could call on the plant life to aid her like Cal could. But she shoved the thoughts out of her mind, trying to focus on her anger, on the rocks she was lifting with the Force, on the woman in front of her. She did not have time to send Cal any comfort; she needed all her control right now for what she was about to do.
Still motionless, not only her headtails moving, only her lips parted to finally speak. "I have," she bit out. Then, all the rocks in the area broke into motion, moving around Looma as if shield and sped through the air towards the other woman. With any luck, a few of them would hit their mark, just enough to distract her slightly. All she needed was just a second of indecision.
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Feb 16, 2009 19:35:14 GMT -5
Post by Vreem Took on Feb 16, 2009 19:35:14 GMT -5
Caleb remained in the water, trying to hide himself as much as possible when he suddenly sensed Looma slip away from him, he could feel the fluctuating tendons of the force as they pulled her from the water and he also felt the thud upon his back as he was stamped down into the water.
His first and instinctual reaction was one of blind panic, to writhe, wriggle and wretch his way out of the water. But it was to no avail, his physical strength, hampered by the sloshing drag of the water, was not strong enough to break the vice-like grip upon his body. His mind was ablaze with fear, numerous ‘what if’s flashing through his head like the grotesque portfolio of serial killer. There was little room for reason in those first few moments.
But when began to realize there was no way to break free, he tried to turn to the Force, but as he started to do so the grip vanished, as if dissolved by the water. His hands pushed against the rocky shallows of the stream, its usual calm flow was buzzing with innumerable ruptures. With a gasp and joyous gulp of air, Caleb’s head surfaced from the water, his lungs seemingly on fire from the lack of air. With water dripping from his now soaking hair, Caleb was able to witness as the rocks around them which had steadily risen were now steadying themselves at their determined peak. He saw what was coming, he didn’t need the Force or any form of vision to know what Looma was going to do know and since their attacker didn’t seem to want to kill them, as she would have done so already through more assured means, the counter attack might cause things to spiral out of control for any party.
So he calmed himself, tempered his breath and reached into the only realm of the Force he was really comfortable with, the one which had never failed him. He could feel the trees and plants around breath with life, their hearts beat, the energy circulating and cultivating within them. For a moment Caleb was caught in a breath of exhilaration, as he always was when he reached out to them. Of course, he had worn down much of his focus throughout the morning and overuse here would mean no afternoon of work for him, but that was just more of an incentive for him to act.
He spoke to them, instilled within them the energy of the Force from himself and the air around them. Of course, usually he would do this in small supplemented amounts, taking care to distil this energy and direct it perfectly, but there was little time. He directed large amounts into the trees nearest his targets and instantly the roots burst from the ground, heading for their ‘victims’. One group headed for the attacker and the second for Looma, both of whom were caught up in their battle, their fit of range. The roots moved to encapsulate the majority of their bodies, to hold them roughly in place so they might hear as he called out “Stop!” There was a frown buried deep into features, it was stupid to deny his own anger in the given situation, but his mind told him to look beyond that.
“There’s no point to this fighting!” He stressed, getting up to his feet, the water drained down his body, sticking all of his clothes to his frame. “Why are you here, what do you want with us?” He said, directing the question at their attacker. He hadn’t heard enough of her words to Looma to know why she was doing this to them, but he could pretty much grasp some form of the situation. “Did you not just think to speak to us like any sane person would?” He spluttered now, coughing as his lungs were starting get used to the flow of air once again.
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Feb 17, 2009 5:24:05 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Feb 17, 2009 5:24:05 GMT -5
"Got some fight. I like that," Zarene muttered as the twi'lek girl gave her answer while pulling up numerous rocks and stones in the area. She had to admit that given the girl's level of training that she was quite impressive.
The stones flew in her direction, and Zarene let go of her grip on the boy in order to concentrate her power to stop the numerous projectile that hurtled her way. The twi'lek girl was good, but Zarene had trained for years to reach her current level of telekinetic skill, and now that extra training showed as one by one the flying stones were brought to a stop, floating motionless in midair.
She gasped suddenly as the vines and plants on the ground suddenly started moving, crawling up her leg, trapping her feet in place on the ground. Much to her surprise, the vines and roots had also wrapped themselves around the young twi'lek. What the...? Seeing the boy getting to his feet from the water, demanding an explanation before nearly collapsing in a fit of coughing, and she felt the Force flowing through him. So the boy does have some bite. Good to know.
But the boy was right. The longer this continued, the greater the risk of things getting out of hand. Letting the still-hovering stones drop to the ground, she smiled. "Impressive, both of you. You have talent and potential, and with training you both could become powerful." Her metal arm, wrapped inside the vines, flexed, metal fingers tearing through plant matter, freeing her upper body. "And yet here you are, slaving away on some farm on some backwater planet, separated from the rest of the galaxy. Rejected. Banished. Tossed aside." She could feel the anger surging through both of them, and she knew from personal experience that often all it took was to press the right buttons. "How does that make you feel?" She hoped that she had pressed the right ones.
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