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Jul 2, 2009 15:02:31 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on Jul 2, 2009 15:02:31 GMT -5
Dak knelt down. "Oh, don't worry, we've been around more dangerous things then you. C'mon, let's get you down to the medroom."
Dak led her into the turbolift, and headed down. Just then, he remembered the guy in his other office... Graffion, was it? "Fira, just go down to the training level, go down the hall, and then go into the last room on the right. Right next to the armory. I've got some business to attend to. Good 'ol Doc Cimrab will fix ya right up. Mon Cal are the best doctors you can find."
He pushed the down button as the doors opened, then stepped out into the main hall. He walked by the doorway to the lobby, and saw another new guy, talking to the Secretary. Busy day... he thought to himself. He went to his office, stepped in...
Wait. Something was off. He couldn't quite tell what, but it was.... something. He sat down, and then reached for his stack of paperwork.... Wait, it was... what? Hadn't he put it on the other side of the desk? His holoprojector was there now... And his papers were where the holoprojecter should be. Ah, playing games, are we?
Dak traded the two objects' positions again, but didn't mention it. "Sorry about that. Busy day. Now, where were we?"
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Jul 2, 2009 22:14:40 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jul 2, 2009 22:14:40 GMT -5
Graffion smiled, seeing how Dak caught on quickly enough. Such a minor detail...One that may get someone killed. One that may tip you off that someone was rummaging. Details, details, details. "I believe we were about to get to the part where you hire me." He said with a cocky grin, leaning back in his chair. Throughout it all, he kept his calm guise, but even so, he was an assassin, a brilliant one who'd almost been assassinated himself several times in the most unlikely of situations. He was ready to dodge a blaster or sling out his own on this man if it turned out to be some sort of trick set up by the spies who'd sent him here.
"I was told by people of high rank and authority...That you were in need of people that have acquired...A certain skill set." He cracked a smile at the last part.
( I think I'm going to introduce, not Strae herself, but some of her agents coming in to make a deal. )
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Jul 3, 2009 20:47:22 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jul 3, 2009 20:47:22 GMT -5
Fira nodded to the man, unsure as to whether she could follow the directions properly. Could she even remember the directions?, she bullied herself. She took the turbolift down, seeing the training room they had been in earlier. She continued on immediately, almost unable to escape the immediate area of the place, finding herself in the long corridor. She moved down each one slowly, coming finally to the armory and then the medical area. She considered pressing the alert system, and considered just going inside. She decided to activate the bell, not wanting to appear impolite, pushing the button on the console and waited, clutching herself slightly defensively. No answer. She pressed the alarm once more, not sure what to do if there was no one in. A minute's silence and just as she considered returning to the reception the door clicked. It opened, revealing a man who seemed quite stern and unapproachable, who disappeared at an instant upon seeing her, or more precisely her arms.
"By the Force, girl, get in here, let me take a look at you." He ushered her inside, not asking questions, instead bringing her quickly to a sink to wash away the blood, seemingly preparing a list in his head as his forehead screwed to an increasing magnitude. He washed away the layer of dried blood, revealing the layer of small scars beneath. He paused, gripping her arm, looking totally perplexed. She waited, expecting an answer, as his grip slowly increased in strength. "My arm..." she reminded him quietly, not wanting to break his train of thought, but preferring the use of her extremity. He released suddenly with an 'Oh!', staring at the arms for another minute, before slowly moving closer, then bringing himself up to her face. "What happened?" He asked, finally, motioning her over to a sofa as he sat in the chair opposite. She sat, trying to organise the events in her head. "I'm not sure. All I remember is that I woke up from a sleep, and my arm was bleeding, but it stopped." He paused, absorbing the information.
"What were you doing before you were asleep?" "I was in the training room with a man, and he recruited me to the... army... thingy." "I see. Were you hurt during the training session which caused these cuts?" "No, I wasn't hit at all." He paused, considering where to go with his line of questioning, before pursuing a separate question line. "Have you taken any drugs?" She looked shocked, shaking off the question. "No, of course not." She answered quickly, not wanting to mention what she used to knock the two men in the bar out a few days ago, currently hidden under a chair in this building. He paused again. "You aren't human, are you?" She paused, answering warily. "I... don't know. Aren't I?" "You don't know? What did your parents look like?" "I lost my memory last year. I can't remember them. I can't remember anything before then." He paused at the tone of her voice, unwilling to continue the line of questioning at the risk of being insensitive, but he knew the answers may lie there. "Your pigment is different. Have you ever noticed?" She paused, thinking, holding out her arm, as though realising all of a sudden, though she had before, just never thought of it as important. "Yes, but... it's not significant, is it?" The doctor ignored her, pressing on with another question. "I'm wondering, could you possibly make me feel the way you are feeling at the moment?" She paused, not sure what he was asking. She could, she supposed, if he wanted to feel how she felt. She did what she felt natural, giving him a similar treatment to the thugs at the dock. She projected her confusion and fear, and he pressed back into his seat, holding up a hand to stop as he focused on his breathing.
"Are you... are you alright?" She asked, concerned. He nodded, pressing on in his questioning. "Where did you get your tattoo?" He asked, ignoring her question and instead countering with her own. "I don't know, it was..." "It was given before you could remember, of course. Can you tell me what happened when you were asleep. Did you dream?" "I was... I dreamt I was in the training room. And two soldiers came in, and they cut me, across the arms and stomach and neck." She gulped, reaching for her neck as she recalled the dream. More like a nightmare. He nodded,moving forward and pulling her arm away, checking her neck and finding a line-shaped lighter patch. He moved backwards, concerned a little. "Were you... were you touching anything when you were asleep?" He paused, realising how the question might have sounded. "A table, a pen, anything?" He quickly added, wanting to remain professional. "Yeah, I had a piece of metal." He raised an eyebrow. "Metal?" "Yeah, some scrap from the training room." She detected a change in the pitch of his tone as he spoke again. "From one of the droids?" "Yeah." He clapped his hands in joy, apparently having worked it out.
"In your face, Marubeus!" She looked at him concerned as he seemingly taunted a non-existant figure. "Who is Marubeus?" She asked, wondering if she should be concerned for her own safety. "An old work colleage, my dear, but that is irrelevant. You, my dear, are part Zeltron, part Kiffar. Half and half, most likely. You share the pigmentation and, if you don't mind me saying, the beauty of your Zeltronian heritage, as well as their empathy abilities. I'd like to ask, though, can you produce pheremones too?" "You mean, do different smells?" She looked a little confused as to exactly what he was asking. "Yes, release a smell depending on what you want. Maybe something to make people feel happy, or sad, or attracted to you?" She nodded, knowing that he was talking about her Airing ability. "Yeah I can do that. Is that what... Zeltrons... do too?" "Yes, but more importantly, my dear, you have a Kiffar heritage too. The tattoo is a symbol. A symbol of either your father, or your mother's family. Furthermore, you may have inherited the object memory of the Kiffar race. The ability to experience the pasts of objects. Though with no one to tell you about this, I can see what happened." "Object memory? What?" She found this incredibly difficult to believe. How could something like that even exist? How could something like that cause her nightmares and bleeding?
"Because you experienced the memories of the object, your mind believed you were experiencing the events yourself. Your mind made it real. Every cut administered was compensated for by your brain while you were asleep. I imagine this might have happened before. You are not sick, my dear, only uninformed. You will be very well. I know this might be a lot to take in though." She focused her eyes up from where they had been for the last few minutes, staring at the floor, re-evaluating herself. Was she really like this? "You think?"
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Jul 9, 2009 3:51:06 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jul 9, 2009 3:51:06 GMT -5
The man, Will, by name, walked into the office of the Shadow Eclipse Army. He wore a plain black shirt and black pants, a blaster rifle strapped onto his back and an array of equipment strapped to his belt, including three flash bombs, and an EMP pulse grenade. Around his ear was a communication device, and on his other ear was a second one. The first one was to speak to a couple of spies a few buildings away, and the second one was wired to receive transmissions from a machine they had that would tap into any wavelengths inside the building. In other words, he could hear what they would be saying about him to their leaders.
Holding a small package in front of him, boxed in cardboard, he smiled and set it down on the counter, "Upezza Keeza extends a hand to the ESA, and apologizes that its leader cannot be here personally. We wish to speak with a man by the name of Dak, the man in charge at this recruitment facility."
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Jul 9, 2009 9:08:53 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on Jul 9, 2009 9:08:53 GMT -5
Dak nodded understandingly. "We are a stealth-based organization, though we are capable... non-stealthy missions, when the contractor requires. Which leads me to assume you have some talent in that field." Just then, his comm beeped again. Dak sighed. "Sorry, busy day. One moment... again."
He stood up, stepped to the back of room, and answered it. "Hykor," he quietly said into it. "Sir, we have a visitor and a package from Upezza Keeza." Dak's eyes widened. Upezza Keeza was a highly-respectable information gathering organization. If they wanted a partnership or something along the lines of one, it would be extremely useful. "Alright, I'm on my way. By the way, who's the other guy you have at the desk?" "His name's Kilos, sir. He's passed the, uh, first interview. Should I send him to your office?" "No, just keep him there 'til I'm finished up here. I'm on my way down. He looked towards Graffion. "If you're going to search my room, don't leave too many signs behind." he said jokingly. He stepped out of the room, and his comm beeped again. He sighed, kept walking, and answered it. "What?" "It's medlab, sir. The girl you sent down here--" "Wait, I thought Cimrab was the doc for today?" "He was sir, but he had some trouble offworld, and had to leave early. Now about the girl..." "Right. Continue." "She appears to be part Zeltron and Part Kiffar, Half and half, most likely." "I thought she might've been part Zeltron. The pink skin gave that one away. And Kiffar.... isn't that the race that... reads memories from objects?" "Right you are. It would appear to be the reason for her arms bleeding like that... She picked up a piece of scrap metal from one of the training droids. When she fell asleep, she said she had a dream where two soldiers attacked her..." "Me and her..." he muttered. "Exactly." He was still walking, and nearing the door. "Well, call me if you find anything else. We have more visitors." "Will do. Medlab, out." He shut the comm off just as he stepped into the lobby, just as the secretary was motioning for Kilos to sit down in one of the chairs near the wall.
The representative from Upeeza Keeza was standing on the other side of the desk, dressed in all black, with four grenades strapped to his belt, a blaster barely visible strapped to his back, and two ear comm devices, one on each ear.
Dak nodded in greeting. "I'm Dak Hykor, leader of the Eclipse Shadow Army. And you are?"
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Jul 12, 2009 23:22:30 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jul 12, 2009 23:22:30 GMT -5
"William, Will for short. Excuse me, but we prefer not to use last names on first dates." He said, using a common phrase for shady dealing, "And Upezza Keeza extends its lavish arm to the ESA! As a sign of good faith we have brought two gifts, though the first came unwittingly. One is an Assassin of now low skill, he sits in your office even now. The second is contained in this box. Upezza Keeza see's the ESA as a...Rising faction in a galaxy of opportunities...And we would like to look into this rising faction. Our leader sends her apologies that she could not be here personally."
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Jul 18, 2009 21:49:59 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on Jul 18, 2009 21:49:59 GMT -5
"Understandable." Dak said, eying the box. "Though, according to my briefing earlier this morning, she is in town today, or at least was. So tell me, what would such a large and not-so-well-known underworld Intelligence agency such as Upeeza Keeza want with our humble little Private Army?" he asked, though he was almost certain he already knew the answer.
((So... what is in this mysterious box?))
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Jul 19, 2009 0:55:40 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jul 19, 2009 0:55:40 GMT -5
( Hehe, its a Rick-Roll! JK.
Seriously, its a bit of back-ground information on Graffion Maruhuey, a holopad showing them a video of Graffion killing a Mandolorian by setting his jet-pack off and sending him into the ceiling of a tavern, breaking his neck, all quicker than the Mando could react. A couple hundred credits. And another holopad of Strae herself giving a recorded message. )
"We will lower prices drastically for you on any information, blue-prints, and other things you need for your missions. In exchange, all we ask for is that you keep a log of all of your missions and give them to us. As well as telling us important information. As well as that, we form a minor alliance. If any fringe faction declares war on us, or visa versa, we would expect some assistance from the Eclipse Shadow Army. In addition, we will do the same for you."
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Jul 25, 2009 0:57:56 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on Jul 25, 2009 0:57:56 GMT -5
"I see..." he said, rubbing his chin, pretending to be deep in thought, though he'd already made up his mind. "Just how drastically would the prices be lowered? I mean, I know that selling information is how you make money, but if we were to be in this 'alliance,' and we share any intel we gather with you, wouldn't it make more sense if we both just, I dunno, gave it to each other freely? You'd get our intel at the cost of your own, and the same for us."
((I'm on a wii w/o a keyboard... my thumb aches, lol))
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Jul 25, 2009 21:33:48 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jul 25, 2009 21:33:48 GMT -5
( LOL )
This drew a slight chuckle from the spy, "Yes, well, we'll cut the prices in half. And think about it, we collect information, but this doesn't mean we have schematics and information on everything in the globe, and some of the things you ask for might need to be stolen. So if we didn't charge you something we'd be losing money, because information doesn't come free, even if your stealing it...Where as information on whose hiring you and what you guys are doing seems to be quite free, unless you go out of the way to compensate us, in which case you are quite free to...Ask for more compensation."
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Aug 7, 2009 9:49:26 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on Aug 7, 2009 9:49:26 GMT -5
((before I post here... Is there some kind of job that upeeza keeza could hire dak for? pretty please? lol, i iz bored. Something that sounds easy, so dak would take Fira along, but it turns out being more dangerous then they thought?))
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Aug 10, 2009 17:22:26 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Aug 10, 2009 17:22:26 GMT -5
Sure, I'll post the thread in a little bit I guess.
As soon as this is all finished and whatnot.
You know what...This is taking forever, do you want to just skip all of this stuff and move on? I'm getting tired of getting one post in every two weeks, and those posts being things like, "Graffion sits in desk, reaaranging furniture." Ya know?
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Aug 12, 2009 16:00:31 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on Aug 12, 2009 16:00:31 GMT -5
((Gladly. By all means, let's speed this up.
*presses fast-forward button*))
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Aug 12, 2009 23:39:43 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Aug 12, 2009 23:39:43 GMT -5
Alright, so Interview progresses, Let's just say Graffion is on his way to becoming a spec-ops stealth member dude for the ESA. ( I CALL BLUE GOGGLES! )
^_^
Does he need to go through any training of sorts.
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Aug 13, 2009 6:39:47 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on Aug 13, 2009 6:39:47 GMT -5
((Well, he would go through some of the training courses, harder ones then Dak had Fira go through, of course, and if he was good enough, he'd just go through a few training sessions, not many, depending on how fast of a learner he is. Then he'd be signed up, and assigned his job, gear, etc. And blue goggles it is, he'll get to be the gadgets guy. He gets all sorts of hi-tech stuffs, (I'll list all the stuff later, im kinda in a hurry atm) and a teammate who gets all the weapons. Then he'd be assigned his first mission... say, maybe that same first mission could be the one with Dak and Fira... Eventually, if he was good enough, he'd be promoted to a solo-op, with green goggles. Unless, of course, you want him to be a solo-op with blue goggles EDIT: And don't worry, Savon. I havn't forgotten about you... okay, I did. But I remembered you, lol. just consider yourself recruited, no real need to go through all that boring stuff.... So, whaddya wanna be? Stealth Op? Elite?))
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Aug 14, 2009 0:15:25 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Aug 14, 2009 0:15:25 GMT -5
( Oh yes. Personal preference the blue. And don't worry, he prefers improvised weapons. *Once killed a man with a plastic squirt gun.* -_- )
Alright, I'm going to get to work on that little thread, just have to think up of a good enough mission and whatnot...
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Sept 15, 2009 13:43:17 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on Sept 15, 2009 13:43:17 GMT -5
((Okay.... *presses fast-forward button))
Dak sat down the desk in his command-center office, and set the small box down on the polished stone. He pressed a button on his chair's command-console, and a green laser came down from the ceiling, running over the box, scanning it. It detected no threats, so Dak picked it back up to examine it further. He found a small button, so he pressed it. The blue form of a holographic figure emerged...
((meh, sorry for taking so long, and I also apologize for the suckieness of the post. Anyhoo, your cue, Deceit.))
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Sept 16, 2009 22:15:18 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Sept 16, 2009 22:15:18 GMT -5
An image of Strae appeared on the holopad, she was sitting in a desk, her hat tilted forward, hiding her face. When her voice rang out, it was clear and gentle despite the physical barrier. Her feet were propped up against the end of the desk, and her arms stretched up behind her head, sleeves drooping.
"Hello Dak, I'm sure the meeting went splendidly and that relations between our respective groups are going smoothly. If not, rest assured, somebody just lost their job. However, given my confidence in the competence of my agents, I'm sure we're doing just swell, which would be good. See, I have a mission for you, a rather well paying one too."
She sighed, shaking her head, "One of our agents on went undercover into a research station on Taris to search for dirt for a client, trying to get it legally shut down. Of course, the operation proceeded smoothly at first. Right up until a few days ago, when all contact with our agent was lost. We couldn't talk or hear from her. Her vitals disappeared, though we know enough to say that whatever happened she survived the initial impact and may yet be alive. Somehow their vital trackers must have been lost. At any rate, we last heard that she'd been seen on cameras and she was trying to get out. She may be hiding somewhere in there, or worse, captured. In the event that she has been captured you are to see if you can free her. If so, do it quietly and remove all evidence that Upezzo Keeza was involved. If not you are not easily able to free her, two options are available to you."
"I would prefer that she be extricate, and everyone who might have spoken with or seen her more than a few times be assassinated. If their are too many targets or it simply becomes an inconvenience, kill her and remove the taps, burn her body and get out. More information when you meet with our team on Taris, a group of two or three that have been scouting the exterior and keeping communications and radar in a nearby building. In a black envelope further inside of this box is a list of publicly known employees, blueprints for the reasearch, a meeting point on Taris, and the coordinates grid. Use these well, how you handle the assignment is purely your choice. Remember, we have chosen you because we know you are the best. It must be done right."
And then Strae was done.
( You can make a closing post and then we'll be ready for our topic on Taris. )
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Sept 17, 2009 6:48:27 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Sept 17, 2009 6:48:27 GMT -5
Fira sighed, tapping her fingers rhythmically in an extremely bored manner, her fingernails making an approving clappity-clap sound. The doctor was sending notes or messages or something on his computer and hadn't actually said a word to her for a while now. No one had said anything to her for a while now. The wrinkled old face frowned a little, visible as she looked at him from the side, and she could sense his frustration. She didn't want to make it worse, but likewise she didn't want to remain here forever, as that was likely how she would be playing out at the moment. She rolled her head back and exhaled rather audibly with no response, finding this a truly stupid place to be. "Uh, excuse me? I thought you were done examining me? Where is that guy from earlier? The leader one?" She half considered referring him as being the one that nearly got her killed, but spared the blame for now, finally apparently getting the doctor's attention as he spoke through some sort of intercom system.
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Sept 20, 2009 12:09:36 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on Sept 20, 2009 12:09:36 GMT -5
((I'm beginning to like this doctor more and more. xD Imagine him with a Scottish accent.... *shrugs* Maybe he'll become an NPC that will be used more often.... I just need to figure out a name for him. lol))
"Oh! I'm terribly sorry, my dear," the doctor said, looking up from his work. You're free to--"
"C'mon, you're with me," Dak said as he walked into the medlab, gesturing to Fira. "We've got an easy job on Taris, and it'll be perfect for a first mission, so you're coming. If you want to, that is. You could stay here a while and get used to the place..." Though he had given her a choice, judging by the bored look on her face, he already knew the answer she was going to give him.
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