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Post by Mara on Feb 17, 2009 18:22:47 GMT -5
Looma felt immediate relief stem from Cal as she felt him through the Force. As the rocks flew toward the intruder, she had turned her attention away from the young human. She made to move backwards to join Caleb but was stopped as something tugged on her leg. There was a vine wrapped around her leg, trailing all the way across the clearing from where the forest began again. Looma didn't even need to open to the Force to know what was going on; she knew it was Cal.
Knowing that struggling was fruitless, she stilled and turned her head to look at Cal as he spoke. Of course, he was right. Looma knew one of her problems was acting rashly, as she had shown again just now. She was trying to work through it, with his help, but it would still come to the surface now and again. He was always the better diplomat of the two, so she decided to remain quiet and let him ask the questions. She turned back to face the other woman, some mismatched human and other parts and felt the vines slowly untwining from her body, moving away. Looma set a little warming nudge to Cal, thanking him for it, knowing he would understand that she needed that warning.
But her calm was slipping away as the woman spoke, answering Caleb. Yes, perhaps she did feel a bit rejected. But mostly she felt misunderstood. Misunderstood by her parents, her teachers in the Temple, the other Jedi. They didn't understand her potential and her power. They didn't understand her needs. The Force began boiling within her as she thought about her time in the Temple on Coruscant. Still, though, she kept her mouth shut. Now that things had settled among the three of them, she didn't need to start a new fight. But she was sure the other female could sense how she felt, anyway.
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Post by Vreem Took on Feb 21, 2009 22:38:43 GMT -5
Sensing Looma calm almost instantly after catching her with the tree roots he let them gently release her from their grinding grip. He was uncertain of what to do with their attacker, was it safe to release her or would it be too risky? But then again, she might start getting annoyed at the fact she was trapped and the air was already hostile enough. And so with caution Caleb withdrew the roots from their attacker as well but let them drop to the ground instead of retracting fully, this way he would be able to call for them again if needs be.
Her questions, considering their brief time together, were quite deep, aiming for areas where scars were still sore, wounds that still bled, the Jedi. “Angry obviously,” Caleb started almost automatically, “the Jedi promised us many things as we grew up, but ideals and dreams into our heads, ‘great Jedi Knights’ they said and now look at us,” he gestured to himself and Looma, “we’re on a planet working our fingers to the bone every day, they gave us the option to return home, but what is there to return to, grim faces and downed hearts, how do they expect children to put up with that?” His temper flared towards the end as things became a bit more personal for him, he’d promised to return to his parent sonly when he was a great Jedi Knight, he couldn’t enter that house as anything less than what he had promised.
He knew Looma had family she could return to, but they were poor and, more than likely would sell her into slavery in order to fill their pockets. Of course, he couldn’t imagine her taking orders from anyone like that. There was much to both of them, however, than feeling rejected and angry, they weren’t such 2-D beings. It was one of the reasons Caleb was drawn to her.
“You still didn’t answer my question,” he said with fiery eyes, “what are you doing here, what would bring someone such as yourself to a world like Bakura, to a little encampment like this.” He paused for a few moments thinking upon the situation, it would either be an attempt to sabotage the facility and hinder the growth of the agricultural corps here on Bakura, a world which held a lot of potential. Or it would most likely be for the workers, although he couldn’t quite understand why failed Jedi would draw anyone towards them. “I take it you’re not alone?” He said afterwards, an attempted mission here would be idiotic alone. With field full of Force users and their own little security force, the facility was able to defend itself against most threats. But it wasn’t a large place, a fact which anyone could have discovered, and numbers could quite easily overcome any form of resistance that could be raised.
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Post by sparrow on Feb 22, 2009 6:57:27 GMT -5
For not the first time today, Zarene wondered to herself why she had been chosen for this mission. Why couldn't she had been tasked with a simple kill mission, something like sneaking into a heavily guarded Hutt base on Nar Shaddaa to kill a slug who would never be out of sight of at least a dozen alert guards. Something simple like that. To say that she wasn't much of a people person would have been quite the understatement. How exactly was she supposed to convince two impulsive youngsters to join her side, after she had already attacked them? Headshotting an enemy soldier from half a mile away on a cloudly night with high winds would have been easier, she thought to herself.
Jump up to the low tree branch to avoid the roots. Too close for rockets, stick to blasters... She realized she was already mentally contemplating her actions if the fight resumed and quickly stopped that line of thought. Need to kick the habit. That's supposed to be a last resort. She was definitely more used to kill missions...
But she could feel the anger in them as they reacted to her questions. That was good, a step in the right direction.
"I used to be in training to become a Jedi as well," she said softly. "The ideals, the promises of one day become a 'great Jedi knight,'... I got those too. And like you, I'm one of those who slipped through the cracks." She paused briefly. That little tidbit was bound to get an interesting reaction. "Why am I here, you ask? People like you are the reason I'm here. Sure, some of the rabble at the facility are a bunch weak-minded idiots. A life in a fields would suit them. But not you. I've seen enough to tell that you're so much better than that. So I'm here to offer you a choice. You can continue to rot and slave away on the farm, or I can take you to place where the two of you can resume your training, realize your potential, and show the galaxy and the Jedi what you are really capable of."
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Post by Mara on Feb 23, 2009 18:09:51 GMT -5
A fierce calm came over Looma as she listened to Caleb talking to the stranger. She moved back to stand next to him and grab his hand, offering her silent support. His words hit home, though, she knew that she had never felt betrayed by the Jedi ideals, not wholly. Her own anger stemmed more from the repression of freedom she had felt while attending classes at the Temple. Looma had resisted their plans for her because she wanted to do what she wanted to do. Her lekku twitched slightly at these thoughts, and the Twi'lek pushed them back down. She needed to remain calm and let Cal speak.
She squeezed his hand when he mentioned their option to return home, knowing they were thinking the same things. Looma could never go home, nor did she want to. She would only be yet another disappointment for her parents, another reminded of their lost daughter. Even if they had the guts to suggest her going into slavery, she would never go along with it. She knew what slavers did; it wasn't as rosy as they had spoke to her it was when her sister Leef first left. Leef wasn't writing her parents because she was so busy having such a good time. She was probably half-starved and locked away, only to be let out to pleasure older male beings. No, Looma would never let that happen to herself, and she could never go home. Neither could she go back to the Temple, but she didn't want to be there. Never had.
Looma looked curiously at the other woman as Cal continued on. She was also curious as to why she was there on Bakura. Obviously it wasn't to join up with the workers. And she was not a Jedi. At his last question, she considered opening up more fully to the Force, to discover if she was indeed alone or came in a group. But doing so might alert her to thinking the Twi'lek girl wanted to cause harm, and she couldn't do that. Fighting wasn't always the best methodology.
Looma stood there quietly holding Cal's hand, listening to her reply. She was confused at her explanation. If she had left the Order as well, why was she not also in the agricorps? Or in the medicorps? How could she simply slip through the cracks past the Jedi who trained her? She and Caleb obviously had not. Was she... was she one of the dark Jedi that her teachers at the Temple used to mention with sadness and regret?
He anger slipped away, turning into wary confusion. Her headtails stilled, and her amethyst eyes looked at her, trying to find any glimmer of falsehood in her aura. Earlier, it didn't seem like she was giving them a choice and would take them, even forcefully. But now she would let them stay?
Would she want to stay? Though she had been angry at first at being relocated here, she had found some sense of purpose working in the fields. But she had to attribute some of that to Cal's presence. Looma realized that it didn't matter where she was, as long as he didn't leave her side.
Would she want to go? Bakura had been all she had known for the past few years. Would these fallen Jedi really help her? Let her do whatever she wanted? Would she finally be free to choose her own path?
She looked up at Cal and squeezed his hand again before turning to look the woman over again. Not feeling any looming malice, only a stubborn persuasiveness, she felt it was safe for her to speak. Besides Looma could hold her tongue no longer. "If what you say is true, we are willing to listen."
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Post by Prodigal on Mar 4, 2009 20:00:33 GMT -5
Meanwhile At the Bakura Facility While Gabriella rounded up the potential acolytes to Renata's cause and as Zarene began her hunt for the dissident few, Aeron silently stalked the halls "But for the grace of the Force go I..." Noting the rather restrictive conditions, he merely shook his head as he continued his grim parade; to take someone and promise them the opportunity to become something more, and then to send them to what was for all intents and purposes a peasants field, seemed crueler then any action he had ever committed or atrocity he had ever witnessed. With all this potential being thrown to the wayside was it any wonder as to why they had came? Continuing passed the storage areas and the sparse barracks, his rather slender form stopped ominously in-front of one bedroom at random and with a negligent motion of his hand, the door slid open to reveal the stark interior "So this is where they would have sent me.. To live like a prisoner due to my talents rather then exulting in them..." Shaking his head as he shut the door once more, the staccato of his footsteps lended themselves to the eerie silence that he had so effectively shattered with his passing. No doubt this facility had been an oversight; perhaps the overseer had been greedier then most, or perhaps too fierce in his pursuit of production.. Either way they have created the perfect breeding ground. Shaking his head at the errant thought, he continued toward the object of this exercise; the administrator's office. Having seen first hand that worthies demise at the hands of the Sith Commandos that had done the sweep and clear, he could still remember the man screaming about who he was and his importance before a double tap to the back of his head silenced him permanently. Say what you wanted about the travails of war but in this instance, Aeron had held no compunction about the rules of engagement when it came to that particular bureaucrat. Coming to a room far more decorative then the rest, he merely shook his head at the hypocrisy as he forced open the doors to reveal an utter perversion; with everyone living in ascetic cells, the office seemed far more fitting for perhaps the royal family of his homeland instead of a simple administrator's working and living area. Glancing at the various bottles of expensive liquors and the plush seating he quickly dismissed them for what they were; trappings of a weak mind and even weaker will. Forcing open what seemed to be a cabinet of sorts he indulged in a slight grin as he glanced at the variety of names; personal files of every worker in this hell-hole. Gathering up the twenty or so data-pads into his small pack he glanced over the back of the cabinet as a malicious grin began to take shape on his features "You have been a naughty little leech haven't you..." Applying pressure to the slight seam he had noticed in the back of the cabinet, the hidden false bottom quickly came apart to reveal a small data-pad that was constantly displaying a series of account numbers. Tempted at the possibilities, wicked thoughts seemed to envelope him Estates, influence, power.. Everyone else seems to accumulate it so why not me? Hands trembling with anticipation, a deep breath and silent rebuke prevented such thoughts from germinating Temporal power is fleeting and besides this tidy sum could perhaps aid those I serve.. Having decided on a proper course of action as he continued his trek down toward the conference room, he stopped only once to assure that the droids and commandos that had accompanied them were keeping a determined eye on the surroundings. Slipping within unnoticed as the potential acolytes gathered for Gabriella's words, Aeron remained utterly silent and suitably imposing as he wondered at Zarene's progress...
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Post by Vreem Took on Mar 7, 2009 16:33:43 GMT -5
As their hands joined Caleb could feel some of his anxiety and anger dissipate into the atmosphere as if it had never existed. He had a chance to calm down, to think clearly without his hatred pushing in a direction he didn’t want to go. This woman before them, she claimed to have been a Jedi once and was in a position much like their own. Her strong connection to the Force certainly matched her claim to being a Jedi, but the feeling Caleb got, it was not even remotely similar to that of any Jedi he had ever met before.
Just what exactly was it this person was offering them? Caleb couldn’t help but contemplate the possibilities of the woman’s vague yet tempting words. They were words of promise and power, much like the words of the Jedi. But now Caleb could hear the meaning, the intention and the emotion. Unlike the Jedi this offer was not handed out like a failing actor reading their lines from a script, this was true and real and the boy had to resist not to cling onto those words wholeheartedly without consideration.
Perhaps his training this time would not be a failure as it had been with the Jedi, Looma was slowly bringing him closer to his potential, but she was as old as he was and the best teachers are said to be those with experience. What other option did they have but to follow this woman, to stay confined to their small farming facility for the rest of their lives, just the thought sent a shiver down his spine. That was not the life he wanted, nor was it the life his parents had wanted for him. To become someone important, someone special, that was what Caleb sought with his life. And communing with plants day in and day out was not going get him closer to that goal.
It was worth the risk and the uncertainty of what may be awaiting them, Caleb felt confident enough in Looma’s abilities to know that they would have a good chance of escaping should anything happen. As she squeezed his hand he returned the almost unnoticeable gesture, it seemed as though they had drawn up the same conclusion at roughly the same time. When Looma spoke she spoke for the both of them, all Caleb could do was nod firmly in confirmation. Where ever they were to be led, they would go together. That was the only thing Caleb was certain of.
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Post by sparrow on Mar 7, 2009 21:41:30 GMT -5
She had spoken truthfully. She had been left behind by the Jedi, broken and near death. But she survived, spent years drifting aimlessly, until the Sith had taken her in and given her new purpose. She had lost much, but with their help, she was going to take it all back.
Their experiences were different of course, but the feelings were the same. Judging by their reactions, she was getting through somewhere. Good.
Aeron and Gabriella most likely would have secured the base by now. Perhaps Gabriella had even begun making her silver-tongued speeches to the workers. If the troops had kept to their orders, they would now have begun loading the food stores in the complex onto transports, ready to support the Sith war effort. Zarene had lied about one thing. There wasn't going to be much of a choice for these youngsters. If they didn't join, there wasn't going to be much of a facility for them to stay in once the Dark Jedi left.
"You can listen," she said, responding to the twi'lek, "Or you can see." With that she turned around and started walking slowly and deliberately back towards the main Agri-Corp complex, dry leaves crackling under her feet as she strode. If they knew what was good for them, they would follow.
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Post by Mara on Mar 9, 2009 19:25:11 GMT -5
Looma felt the confidence in Caleb through the Force as he squeezed her hand back. Whatever was to come, they were in this together. Safety in numbers, as the saying went. With a small glance at his face, she took a step forward, leading them after the fallen Jedi. Leaving behind all that she had taken with her, physically and emotionally, concrete and abstract.
However, no matter how much this other woman wanted to trust them, the yellow Twi'lek kept them a few paces behind. If they were ambushed, she wanted to have room to fight. Or run. Especially if one of the creatures in the forest attacked, just as one had a couple years ago against Caleb.
The space also gave her some time to take in the sights of the forest one last time. To remember the peacefulness of this place and the time she had spent in there with Cal. To have something to take with her for whatever hardships were to come. Because she knew it wouldn't be all rainbows, wherever this woman was taking them, whatever she wanted to tell them. She just had to hope it wouldn't be worse than staying on Bakura.
She smiled up at Cal as they departed the forest together, forever leaving it behind, never to return. Even if they did not stay with this former Jedi and her group, Looma was certain she would never return to this world, nor to the Temple on Coruscant. She and Cal could make a life together somewhere else, somewhere would no one wound bother them, and they could use the Force whenever and for whatever they wanted.
Looma had to squint as they left the dark confines of the forest and reentered the blinding hot of the sun baking down on them. Another thing she would not miss after they left. Still holding onto to Cal's hand, she kept her eyes and her grasp of the Force peeled for whatever it was she wanted to show them. And for any sense of malice that might be aimed at them.
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Post by Jace on Mar 24, 2009 15:24:38 GMT -5
Gabriella watched as the young agri-corps workers walked into the meeting hall
Bantha for the slaughter she thought as a maniacal grin grew on her face. The grin faded almost immediately as she realized that she wasn't here to kill them all.
Hopefully at least some of them will resist so I can kill one or two of them she thought with pleasure, her grin slowly returning.
Gabriella had already been waiting for ten minutes, and Zerene hadn't returned. She was getting impatient, she waited two more minutes until she decided that she would start. Maybe she would torture Zarene just for being late...no...she had taking a liking to Zarene. Which basically meant she didn't have to restrain herself from killing her.
I guess I could always torture Aeron instead, that seems like a much better idea her maniacal grin growing and fading immediately again as she realized it would probably cause her more hassle. Gabriella then removed the hood of her cloak revealing her pale yet attractive complexion.
"Alright everyone, please remain quiet and listen to what is being said with open hearts and minds. All of you have been sent here, because you are apparently not good enough. Not good enough for who.....the Jedi Order. You are torn from your family and friends, to devote your life to training as a Jedi...and then what do they tell you...that you can't be one. Instead they tell you to slave away here in the Outer Rim, far away from Society.
Are those the type of people that you want to associate yourself with? I would hope not. They preach their ways yet, ostracize those who try their hardest to follow them. Do you deserve such a fate? to work in these fields for the rest of your life because the Jedi said you apparently aren't worthy? I think not!
Do not waste your life slaving away for those hypocrites, instead I offer you an alternative. A place away from this, where you will held down by pointless rules, where you can be what you were born to be. You all have talent, that is readily apparent, now use that inbred talent that you have worked so hard to cultivate. Use it in whatever way you see fit, and not be restricted by meaningless rules. Live by your own Code, be your own brand of Jedi...the True Jedi.
Come with me, and I will take you off this wretched planet to join The Brotherhood. There are already many there, waiting, waiting for your arrival. In the Brotherhood you will find Family, Friends...and Power. We will teach you true strength, which those fools were too afraid to. The Brotherhood holds a path for you all, whether it be Power, Justice, Revenge, or excitement.
Come with me my brothers and sisters, and let us leave this place, and embark on our true journey."
She held her hand out at the hand, to add to the effect. She had almost thrown up saying that last line, but her audience was young. If she had just threatened them all it would have been more troublesome, though possibly more fun. Gabriella had a mission to do though, and she was only doing it properly because Mistress Renata had ordered it so.
She couldn't give a Sith about this so called Brotherhood. She didn't want a family, not with the experience she had with them. She didn't really want friends, or revenge against the Jedi. All she wanted was to cause pain, pure and simple. That is what the brotherhood gave her, and that is why she would play along.
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Post by sparrow on Mar 25, 2009 20:03:31 GMT -5
Zarene led the two, who she learned were named Looma and Caleb, back to the main complex. Gabriella had just started making her speech, and she left the two in her oh so capable hands. As Gabriella went on with her spiel, Zarene slipped out from the room, stomach growling slightly. It was time to find something to eat.
She jogged down the now-empty hallways of the complex. Everyone was either in the main hall with Gabriella, or taken prisoner and locked in one of the storage houses. Several of the troops now going through the facility's stored grains and foodstuffs in the courtyard, in preparation for the yet to arrive transports. She paused briefly to check up on their progress. If all went as planned the transports would arrive in about two hours, and by this same time tomorrow, they would be ready to take off again for Korriban, hopefully taking as many newly converted acolytes as they could.
After a brief search, she found the kitchen and cafeteria. Grabbing a loaf of bread, she then continued wandering around the rest of the base, eating as she walked. Converting the new recruits was Gabriella's responsibility, so it wasn't as if there was anything important for Zarene to do now anyways.
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Post by Mara on Mar 25, 2009 20:22:16 GMT -5
It only took a short time for Looma to discover where the other female was leading them. The female she had deduced to be some sort of Force user but not a Jedi. Most likely one of the fallen one, the dark Jedi. It seemed strange to her to be even considering this path in her life, but with everything that had happened in the last few years, Looma shouldn't have been. Either way, she thought again, she and Cal would go through it together, or die trying. She most definitely wanted to pave a better life for herself, but if she had to go through it alone, without Caleb, it wouldn't be worth staying alive.
She wiped a bead of sweat that had escaped her headband off her forehead with her free hand. They had come upon the meeting hall building and the female had left them. Hesitating slightly, she glanced at Cal. At his nod, they entered the hall together, still holding hands. Luckily, they had gone through the back door and didn't disturb the speech that was going on.
Settling themselves at the back of the group, they listened to the silver-haired female who seemed to be in command. Having missed just a small portion of the speech, Looma gathered the main thesis of the whole thing, and her suspicions about the encounter in the forest were confirmed. These were indeed dark Jedi, the ones her masters and teachers at the Temple had warned them all about. But now she, along with Caleb, were willingly joining their ranks. How strange life could be.
The speech just expounded upon the things the first female, Zarene she had introduced herself as, had told them in the forest. They were here to make their lives better. To give them the things the Jedi had not been able to give them. Again, she remembered her frustrations as a student at the Temple, and her anger rushed to the surface. But with Caleb there squeezing her hand, she kept the feelings and emotions at bay. This would not be a good time to have a telekinetic fit. All these innocent workers could be injured. Looma was angry but not heartless.
When the speaker mentioned this Brotherhood, Looma's heart swelled a little bit at the hope of having a family unit again. Her birth family had loved her and she them, but they had given her away when she was young to the Jedi. If she hadn't gone to Coruscant, she most likely would have ended up a slave like her sister. Looma no longer had sympathy for her family. The next closest thing she had were the Jedi at the Temple, and there she was never close to anyone. No one she could call a friend.
The yellow Twi'lek was still without family. She never felt that love again, not until she met Caleb two years prior. And though they did love each other, they were only two. A part of her had always craved more of a family unit, a host of people who would love her for who she was and not because they were forced to or would only love her if she followed certain strictures and rules.
No, this Brotherhood could be that place she had been searching for. She could almost feel the outstretched arms waiting to give herself a hug. Her anger immediately abated and she squeezed Caleb's hand reassuringly. The anger was now replaced with a surge of hope for her future. For their future.
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Post by Meira on Mar 30, 2009 10:40:23 GMT -5
((OOC: I'm going to jump us ahead just slightly. By now The DJs should be getting ready to leave with their new recruits.))
The ship landed a good hike away from the facility. Meira shut down the engines and went through the final check before leaving the cockpit to the main hold. There, she strapped on her utility belt and checked it to make sure she had her basic supplies and that her lightsaber was secure. She decided against bringing her outer cloak, as i would only get tangled in the brush and slow them down. So she stood prepared in her sleeveless tunic, pants, boots, and belt. Her hair, as always, was back in a bun with two strands hanging down, framing her face.
Stretching her neck, she waited for Arichi to prepare himself before she spoke. She could sense his nervousness, but it was expected. How could a padawan not be nervous on their first real mission. She smiled reassuringly at him before lowering the ramp. Clear your mind, and remember your training. She said in a calm voice. You are ready. If you were not, we would not have been selected for this mission.
Then she turned and walked down the ramp. At the bottom, she looked around to get her bearings. Then, closing her eyes, she reached out with the force. Her feeling that something was wrong was only increasing, but she held back her apprehension. They were here to find out what was wrong, after all. Her senses reached out around her until she could feel the pulse of the force to the east. Sensing no disturbance in any other direction, Meira headed east, waving Arichi to follow.
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Post by 10Tickler on Mar 30, 2009 21:35:45 GMT -5
Even while he prepared to leave the safety of the ship, Jon'arichi'kotokk's Crimson eyes never left his Master. Yet again, he was far out of his Safety zone, and so far in left field that he had nearly no idea what to do. So, rather then stumble about in preparations, he waited to watch her example, then followed suit. Strapping on his own Belt, he hooked both sabers to it, one on each side, like a mirror image on his hips.
Looking up from his hands as they Finished hooking the Belt's ends together, the Young Chiss smiled. Even if I am not Ready, My Master has experience and training beyond my own, I feel confident that we will be fine he said, simply in his rather plain tone of voice as he Turned, following his Master down the ramp, into the Tepid weather outside.
On Ilum, Arichi's body heat was a Boon, a good thing, but here? He was already starting to sweat, something that bugged him, but when Meira waved him eastward, he followed.
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Post by Jace on Apr 3, 2009 14:49:53 GMT -5
Gabriella could see it, she could see it in almost everyone's eyes who stood in front of her. She could see the hope, the assurance, and the ambition of those in front of hers. She was happy to that she had not lost her touch for speaking. One didn't always need the Force to persuade another.
Gabriella was just about to start rounding up the recently converted but she sensed two presences that she hadn't sensed before. There was no mistaking the texture of these two presences.
Che!How troublesome, they always come when they are not wanted.
Gabriella wasn't really worried though, between herself Zarene and Aeron, they had a formidable force. Gabriella keyed her comm, which she had given out before they embarked on the mission.
"Zarene, Aeron...you have no doubt sensed them. Zarene send some of the troopers to deal with them." and keyed her comm off. She didn't need to say anymore then that.
Gabriella didn't want to move them out just yet, not until the unwanted visitors had left. She didn't want any interference, especially after she made that speech. She could still see some skeptical faces in the room, she might as well quell some doubts while she could.
"So does anyone have any questions about the Brotherhood?" she asked in a light and melodious tone.
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Apr 3, 2009 17:51:43 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Apr 3, 2009 17:51:43 GMT -5
Zarene, having satisfied her hunger for the time being, was sitting on the roof of one of the buildings, a position that gave her a good view of the surrounding landscape. She felt the cool breeze blowing across her face, whipping through her dark, untied hair. After having spent most of her time the last few years in grimy cities like on Nar Shaddaa, it felt good to be in the place with green grass and blue skies.
Good things like this wouldn't last though. They never did. Her comlink sparked to life as Gabriella delivered her message. Jedi, here already? She had not sensed them yet herself. Then again, while her sensory with the Force had always helped her evade immediate danger, her skills with sensing the presence of other Force sensitives was never that strong. But now that was actually paying attention, she could feel them too, faintly towards the east.
Zarene picked up the comlink and held it close to her mouth. "Commander, we have intruders to the east. Deal with them.... ... No, keep the men here, the droids will do just fine.... ... Oh, and set them to stun. I would like our visitors alive. I am quite curious as to how they were able to find us out so quickly."
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Apr 6, 2009 11:11:09 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Apr 6, 2009 11:11:09 GMT -5
Meira kept their pace steady, but not too fast. She didn't want Arichi to become exhausted. They moved quietly through forests, slowly but surely coming closer and closer to the disturbance in the Force. Meira was now sure that what she felt was coming from the botanical facility. Something was amiss. The Jedi were right to investigate. But it was difficult to tell just what was wrong. That was a potentially dangerous sign. If things were cloudy, it usually wasn't good.
Meira suddenly stopped, signaling Arichi to do the same. Her ears strained through the still quiet, reaching out to listen for any sound. Soon, there was an unmistakable sound of movement coming from up ahead. Something that was not native was moving through the brush, and rather quickly at that. Meira pulled her padawan behind a tree, cautioning him to make absolutely no noise as she peered around the large trunk.
Up ahead, a unit of droids were marching through the forest, obviously looking for something, or someone. Meira noted that, whatever model they were, they were not used by the Republic.But these droids were very obvious in their design. They were made for combat, and what's more, they were heavily armed. Meira was not sure if she and Arichi could take on the whole group. Her mind raced as she considered the options. They could take out a few of the droids, maybe lure some into more densely wooded areas, but it was a great risk. What's more, their orders were to observe and report. They had not observed enough to give any real information in a report, and they would likely soon be discovered and captured.
That was it! If they wanted to know who controlled these droids and what they were doing at the botanical facility, then they would need to get close enough to see. If they were captured, it might serve their purpose. And if Meira didn't send in a report soon, the Council would likely send a larger force in after them. But the question was... were these droids sent to capture them, or kill them? Only one way to find out.
Meira stepped out from behind the tree, placing herself in full view of the droids. Her hand was ready to pull and ignite her lightsaber if necessary. Excuse me. She said, clearing her throat. Do you know the way to the Botanical Facility?
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Apr 6, 2009 17:37:12 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Apr 6, 2009 17:37:12 GMT -5
No, Looma didn't have any more questions. The few she had had were easily answered earlier, first by Zarene and now by the one leading the meeting, whose name she had not yet learned. Everything seemed very straightforward, and there couldn't be any questions for herself or for Caleb. The Brotherhood would improve their lives and give them a security that had not had for a very long time.
She smiled up at Cal and squeezed his hand. Yes, perhaps the two of them would finally be happy together. Their new friends wouldn't dare stop their love for each other. It would only make them stronger. Yes, they were formidable alone, especially she, but together, they worked as a perfect team, knowing each other's thoughts almost before the thinker did.
Looma moved closer to Caleb, and he let go of her hand to rest around her waist. There could be no more questions in her mind now. It was completely made up. She would leave Bakura behind and never return to the Jedi Temple. She would never again start down that path. The yellow Twi'lek together with the blond human would join the Brotherhood as dark Jedi.
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Apr 10, 2009 12:50:02 GMT -5
Post by Prodigal on Apr 10, 2009 12:50:02 GMT -5
He had just started watching Gabriella begin her discourse to the failed apprentices before he made for the transports; all that remained was to prepare the ships for the journey. Smirking faintly at the obvious display of longing on the faces he passed,the truth was that Aeron was envious; she seemed to have the knack for seduction that went beyond the coy looks and batting of eyelashes, and deliberately played upon an individuals darkest longings till they had no choice but to comply... The fact that she was stark raving mad didn’t seem to play a negative role in all of this and Aeron had often wondered if her gift for manipulation didn’t stem from her personal brand of madness.
When she had contacted both Zarene and himself via com-link about an impending conflict, Aeron had been in the middle of prepping the ships for launch and ensuring that the foodstuffs the Facility had been so kind in hoarding didn’t go to waste; they had made things so easy to take advantage of. Motioning towards one of the troopers who had been actually doing the manual labor, his words were as smooth as silk “Prep the ship for launch, with any luck the first transport will be gone within the hour…”
Striding down the hall, his first inclination was to find his other comrade in arms and without a doubt, she was already taking control of the situation “Give me your location Zarene, I’ll be there in moments.”
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Apr 11, 2009 4:24:24 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Apr 11, 2009 4:24:24 GMT -5
Holding the electrobinoculars up to her eyes, Zarene scanned the landscape to the east as the combat droids marched out of the complex, through the fields, and into the hills in the distance. The Jedi, wherever there were, remained out of sight. From this distance she could barely sense them, just two small blips in the distance, barely noticeable had she not known that they were there.
Who are you? Why are you here? Show yourselves... Her long range rifle was propped against the railings, waiting for her in case the droids failed in their tasks. Zarene was a fairly reliable shot up to half a mile. There was a small breeze at the moment, and she tried to do a few calculations in her head, briefly wondering if she should perhaps exchange her gun sometime for one of the newer disruptors models. At least there would be less math.
Her comlink buzzed to life as Aeron spoke. "I'm on the roof," she replied. "If you want to meet the intruders, follow the droids."
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Sith war droids were never programmed to have much intelligence or personality. All they were expected to do was the shoot stuff up, which they could do to great effect.
The lead droid stopped as a pair of figures stepped out from behind the trees, the others stopping behind it, maintaining a nice neat formation. It stood still as its photoreceptors looked the two up and down. Yes, those were the intruders. The droid raised its stun blaster and fired.
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Apr 14, 2009 10:19:17 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Apr 14, 2009 10:19:17 GMT -5
Not even so much as a halt!? Meira's eyes widened at the sudden response. But her reflexes were quick, and she dodged the first shot with relative ease. In the movement, her hand had freed her lightsaber from her belt and the familiar POP-Hiss resounded as the violet blade snapped to life, humming as screetching as she waved it to block the subsequent blaster bolts.
Her mind reached out to Arichi, to ensure he felt confident enough to stand with her. If he didn't, she would order him back and out of harms way. With her defensive style, she could hold them off alone if she had to, until they figured out their next move.
Meira had hoped that this unit of droids were sent to investigate and report, not kill on sight. This new development meant things were even more sinister than she thought at the complex. Could it have been attacked and taken over? But why? It was a relatively small outpost. There were much larger agricultural sites that would be more beneficial to overtake. What was different about this one.
Her thoughts had distracted Meira slightly, and the cost was that one of the bolts grazed against her arm. She waited for the burning sensation, but it didn't come. Instead, she felt slightly numb in the place where the bolt had touched her. Numb? Their blasters were set to stun! The droids were sent to capture them!
They know we're here, whoever they are. Meira said to Arichi. Now the question simply was. Who were they?
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