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Jul 10, 2009 1:28:20 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 10, 2009 1:28:20 GMT -5
((mediocrity ftw!))
There are two kinds of rebellion: just and unjust. The former is the action that good people take when their government takes away the most basic and unalienable of rights; Freedom of religion, right to keep and bear arms, and freedom of speech, to name a few. When a government takes away the said rights it is not only the right, but the responsibility of citizens to overthrow the current regime and start anew. The latter of the two is the action that a small group takes out against an otherwise benign and peaceful government for their own ends under the guise of doing it for the people. While this usually fails, mostly due to the support that the good people give their government, this sinister form of rebellion occasionally succeeds.
An unjust rebellion that was looking to succeed was the reason as to why Rhissai was on the planet of Gargon in the outer rim in the year of 3599 BBY. She was trying to end things peacefully between the local government and the rebellion, the leader of which was a woman who declared herself a “Sith Lord.” There where many who claimed the title, but only a select few actually knew the Sith arts. The woman actually managed to take one of the major cities on the planet, and declared it her capital... and that was where Rhissai found herself. The capital of the Gargon Liberation Front. A light drizzle began to sprinkle down on the woman's speeder as it rocketed towards the “capital building,” threatening to turn into a torrential downpour.
Rhissai stepped out of the speeder that took her to the meeting and began to walk towards the gate. Something felt wrong. She could feel it in her bones. But what? The woman expanded her awareness outwards until it would not move another inch... but she could feel nothing wrong. Nothing out of place.... nothing. Her hand moved to scratch the bit of tattooed flesh on her shoulder as she continued on towards the gate, hoping that her senses were wrong... for once. An over confident guard at the gate held out a palm towards the Jedi Master, telling her to stop without saying a single word.
That is when she knew something was wrong.
What enemy combatant is shows confidence when facing a Jedi Master? Or any Jedi for that matter? The answer: None. Every single soldier, even some friendlies, showed a slight amount of fear in her presence, so the ones that showed the opposite of that tended to catch her attention. Emerald green eyes widened slightly as they heard the shrill whine of hovercraft in the distance. White Fang almost instantly met her grasp and ignited into a furious star of silver as she lunged forward towards the closest soldier, swiping at his legs. A blood curdling scream tore past the man's lips as his torso crashed into the duracrete.
Rhiss found herself staring down an entire host of floating war platforms within a matter of moments. She had two options: 1) stay, fight, and die for no cause. 2) Run and possibly survive to fight another day. She took the obvious choice. The woman turned on a dime and sped down the street, using the Force to speed her actions, juking to the left and the right almost constantly to avoid the overwhelming firepower that her pursuers sported.
It was only a matter of time before she was hit...
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Jul 10, 2009 2:23:49 GMT -5
Post by Necro Stormborn on Jul 10, 2009 2:23:49 GMT -5
The blockade runner he walked out from, on this backwater planet, Gargon... was the same blockade runner he'd just flown from Subterrel. His master had met with Darth Everos and they were supposed to lure a Jedi.... perhaps the grandmaster back tot he planet so Everos could invade her body, and be reborn. However... when Ramseye and Paxis had been planning on Cato Neimoidia, news had fluttered in about a false sith lord. One that had apparently Used Everos in her speech when she took over the biggest city on planet he was now on. He sighed heavily... this was going to be a pain in the ass.
He would have to not only wipe out this darkside abomination, but kill the one who knew about everos. Someone knowing too much and talking was a definite threat.... and it needed to be solved. He was the solution.
He walked onto the platform, his eyes meeting with the urban surroundings, then looking past them onto the immense forest that surrounded the city. Then he felt it.... the coldness that was the rain. the drops slowly hit his face, head, and chest. he looked up, but shortly was forced to close his eyes as the rain soon became more...oppressive. He walked off into the city, knowing he needed to get to highground to find where the goverment building was.
A few days later he was standing on a platform in the rain... once gain. It seemed it had rained everyday for the past 4 days. He was staring at the location of the judicial building. The Sith had proclaimed his new regime at that location... and then he saw smoke. As if something was happening down there... an attack?
He leaped down from his platform, which had been stretching out between a 10 story building and a 20 story office building. He grabbed onto a ledge as he fell, and stopped himself. He tugged on it, and with the force launched himself up and over it, steadying himself as not to fall in the rain. His clothes were starting to grow wet.
He knelt down and stared into the distance, using the force to try and sense the disturbance. He saw several gunships and men on platforms. Then heard a crash, and witnessed a speeder being chucked into the air and grounding the platform full of men. He made a conclusion. Either the person was force sensitive.... or the person was astoundingly strong to lift and chuck a speeder.
He kept watching, then he noticed a slender body running in the rain. once again, he was lost and confused. He couldn't get a good view so he walked slowly towards the roof and jumped down onto the next building. again trying to see who it was.. he saw a woman in tight skin fitted robes running away from 12 men. they were blasting away at her... and the gunship could no longer keep up with her in the business sector... the spaces were too thin, and the alleyways too numerous. The attackers had switched to following on foot. He smirked. He recognized this troublesome women... and his heart lurched. He remembered leaving her a year or two ago stranded on a station.... after completing a mission.
He felt his palms close into a fist an tighten... anger seeped up inside of him. he was angry.. confused... but he had to admit. A day hadn't gone by that he hadn't thought of her. He hadn't seen her in a year or two.. he had forgotten how beautiful she was... and how fierce she was. He watched her bat away several blaster bolts as she turned a corner. The rain suddenly picked up. He looked ahead and saw several paths... two of 4 were dead ends... she wouldn't make it... and she probably had no idea which was which. He cursed her and knew he would hate himself for saving her.
He ran down the roof, and rolled to a halt as dropped into the alleyway. He Waited for her to come close to his alley, as he sat propped against the wall in darkness... water sloughing down on him, soaking him. He suddenly jerked his hand out from the alleyway and grabbed her by the clok and pulled her in. at the same time, he batted away her saber down the alleyway with his other hand. he raised his palm to her mouth, not covering her nose, so she could breath, but to stop her from screaming, which she was very intent on doing. His other arms shot around her waist and grabbed her other arm. she was locked in a warp with him.
"Shut up if you want to live..." he whispered softly.
There was a moment of silence where the both stood there in the rain. Then the men swarmed by them, running pas, asking if anyone had spotted her. He Tightened his grip. She protested, but he was going to keep holding until they were far enough away. But that wasn't going to work...
She elbowed him in the gut, as 4 men passed by. They didn't hear him grunt.... but they did hear her begin to shout something... He moved quickly. he regained his ground, threw her against the wall and quickly kissed her..bringing his hand up along her face to hold her there so they couldn't see her. The guards turned to look in the alley and saw the two kissing up against the wall. They huffed, then walked away..
He slowly pulled his lips away from hers, and opened his previously closed eyes. she too was soaked. His breathing grew heavy... his hand stayed where it was.. wrapped around her neck, with his finer laced on her cheek.
"Whats wrong... don't remember me?.... I think I just saved your life."
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Jul 10, 2009 19:11:23 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 10, 2009 19:11:23 GMT -5
Rhissai's legs pounded up and down like two pistons of an internal combustion engine, they were a blur as they propelled her down the street. The woman knew that if she didn't act fast then she would eventually be caught by one of the gunship's massive salvos... and her body could not withstand firepower of that magnitude. It seemed that just then the steady sprinkle of rain followed through on its threat and turned into what could best be described as a torrential downpour. Fat raindrops assaulted the woman's head and ran down her face as she tried to keep up her pace, but quickly found that her the water was also attacked her eyes.
She was forced to throw her brown cloak's massive hood up over her head to protect her vision, and in doing so her mind was temporarily distracted. It seemed that one of the gunships knew of this temporary chance... and took it. A massive piece of ordinance detonated behind the woman's feet, the wave of concussion slammed into her back... throwing her off balance and forcing the Master off of her feet. If the ground was dry then maybe, just maybe she would have had the chance to recover... but it wasn't dry. It was soaking wet.
The weight of her body as it slammed into the ground forced a grunt out of her, but it wasn't enough to stop her momentum. The woman twisted her body around so that she was sliding on her back and looked back up at the gunships as they followed her, then back at a parked speeder. A wry smirk crossed her face as an invisible wind whipped at her clothes, she was just under the speeder when she threw out a massive telekinetic push of the Force... it cast the vehicle at one of the many gunships.
A loud and metallic screech ripped at her ears as the car slammed into the bottom of the gunship, then back down into the duracrete. The repulsor craft hung in the air for a few brief seconds before losing all control of its repulsor systems, she watched in mild satisfaction as the thing whipped about the air at incredible speeds until it crashed into one of its brethren, sending both hunks of metal into the ground with an incredibly loud bang.
Just as she felt herself slow down the woman threw her hands up behind her head and pushed, launching her body into the air where she twisted her form around in a backflip. She landed facing the opposite direction that she was before and once again, took off running at full speed. Then she saw her opportunity to lose the foul craft... in the business sector. The buildings within the place where far too high and the roads far too thin for the gunships to continue an effective assault. So the metal beasts landed and poured out all the infantry that they had stowed within... a meager 12 men. Though, it was very likely that these men where the best that the Sith Lord had in her arsenal, so she took care not to underestimate them.
Rhiss continued to flee until she saw a little alleyway, parrying back more than a few blaster bolts along the way, and slipped inside. The woman started to run once again when she felt a massive hand grab her cloak and jerk her into one of the alleys that branched off the one she was traveling down. She was pulled in by the man while her lightsaber was batted away in one blurry motion, then he moved his palm up to cover her mouth while wrapping his other one around her waist to grab her arm. They were locked in a wrap. She didn't look at the man's face, or really any particular feature of his body, she was in “fight or flight” mode. Right now it was more “fight” mode.
A bright red blush crept across her face as she struggled against his much stronger grasp, the woman found that she couldn't think at that particular moment.. all that she could do was try to wriggle out of his grasp. Even as he spoke she continued to vainly struggle against his superior strength, she knew that he was trying to help... but there was just something about being this close to someone she didn't know in the least that unsettled her. The fire in her cheeks only intensified with the brief moment of silence between the two people... then he tightened his grip on her. That is when she decided that she had enough, and could take care of this man as well as any others that were pursuing her.
She swung a swift elbow into the large man's gut, forcing a grunt out of his mouth, and went to shout something at him. The woman was about to continue her unarmed assault on the man when he slammed her back into the wall, then did something peculiar. His wet and darkened head moved up to hers, quickly eclipsing her vision, and he locked his lips with hers. It was so familiar... so... her eyes widened as she realized who it was. It was Ramseye. The woman closed her eyes and wrapped each arm around his form, pressing his body into hers, as she kissed back. The fat rain slapped against her face during the long kiss, she never wanted it to end.
The fire in her cheeks only intensified the longer that they stayed locked in the kiss, and her hand slowly slid up his soaked back towards his neck. Rhissai had succeeded in suppressing the thoughts of the man that she was now locked in osculation with... she feared that some of the more prominent telepaths in the Order would pick up on her feelings for him. The tight walls that she kept around her emotions almost instantly imploded as he pulled away from the kiss. She had never felt the warm emotion before and she didn't know what it was... but it radiated off of her form like the many waves of an ocean none the less. A happy grin contorted her facial features as she looked into Ramseye's eyes, then he spoke. Of course she remembered him... how could she forget?
“O-... I re-..”
Her normally commanding voice was reduced to little more than a little stammering whisper that was barely audible due to the oppressive rain as it crashed into everything around them. Her chin slowly dipped as the blush that burned across her cheeks grew even deeper due to her little voice, she resisted the temptation to trace lines on the wet ground with her boot at her embarrassment. She was a fifty seven year old Jedi Master, not some five year old initiate.
Age... like most others of her race it was slowed compared to regular humans. Only, her biological age seemed tick even slower than those of her race, the Aphithiri. That was due to the fact that she was a force sensitive... and so she'd live to be about fifty years older than normal. If she had a guess... her body would be aged at anywhere from twenty five to thirty.
And so she hung her head low, and stared at her feet.
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Jul 17, 2009 15:08:38 GMT -5
Post by Necro Stormborn on Jul 17, 2009 15:08:38 GMT -5
Ramseye slowly scooted forwards towards the woman. while yes he had enjoyed snogging her, he wouldn't let this same woman make him unable to complete his mission. Like the last time he had encountered her... he still felt attracted to her, yet he knew, objectives came first.
Of course, his objective first mentality was what he would like to have thought.... and then she hung her head low as the rain dripped down on her, sliding down her hair and rolling off her cheeks. truth be told the rain did make her more attractive. He turned to look out the side of the alley, the men were gone. He moved forwards and brushed her wet hair out of her face, and tried to push her face up to look at him, instead of eyeing the floor as she now was.
"come on, I have a safe house not too far from here.... you can explain why your here once we are out of the rain."
He felt his hand wander down to hers and take hold of it. with a slight tug he pulled her don in the opposite direction of the alley, towards a cross section between the buildings. The rain was relentless, but he pressed on, grasping her hand firmly, not roughly but not letting go. He directed her through several streets, intersections and finally into the lobby of the skyscraper apartment building he was staying in.
They came to the elevator and he depressed the button, crossing his arms as they both waited. He stared at her softly, not in a glare like fashion, but more in a curious yet boyish look. She seemed to return his gaze, and when the lift came, it wasn't until the doors began to close again so the lift could go away empty that he broke his stair and put his hand between the doors, stopping them and forcing them to reopen. He heard the trudging footsteps as he and her both walked into the marble lift.
When the doors opened once more, the were on the 21st floor as the sign clearly showed. He stepped out and directed her towards his current place of residence.
Before opening the door he felt a question coming from her so he answered it before she could ask. "The present owner is recently deceased. don't mind him." He finally keyed the door, and it opened to a magnificent penthouse like apartment. the owner had indeed been rich. He let the door close behind her, then he slowly unbuttoned his vest and under shirt, sloughing them off and into a crate, walking to the bathroom to grab a towel. He draped it over his head, drying off his whole top portion of his torso. When he'd finished he slung it across his neck and let is hang over is chest. and there he stood watching her, till finally he made a huff and sat down on the couch.
"so.. there is a refresher on the right, if you feel the need to shower, and i believe the owner had a wife because some of her clothes are still in the main room. Feel free to wear them until your robes dry off. If you need something to eat or drink i can grab something from the conservator. But after all that... i need you to tell me why you are here... and why i shouldn't regret saving you. "
He lay back against the cushions on the couch, placing his large arms behind his head, cradling it in his hands. he relaxed slowly and stared out the window at the hard rain crashing down on it.
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Jul 20, 2009 3:31:52 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 20, 2009 3:31:52 GMT -5
Rhissai merely stood there, close to this man who'd saved her, looking down in utter embarrassment. The cool rain that fell onto her hair and slid down her cheeks did little to quell the fire that had grown in the forge that was her cheeks as she stood there. It slipped past the long cascade of midnight that was her hair and ran down her face, dripping off of her chin. Then she felt it. Her heart skipped a beat as he brushed the waterlogged hair from the side of her face, allowing his thumb to caress her cheek along the way, and lightly brought her chin up so that she was looking at his eyes.
His words fell on somewhat deaf ears as she found herself lost in those spheres of mahogany that were set into his head. She only barely felt his hand wander down to hers and the slight tug that quickly accompanied the action. Rhiss promptly tangled her fingers with his as he led her down through the city towards a skyscraper. The woman barely noticed as the rain relentlessly poured down over her form, she was far too busy trying to restart her heart... which seemed to stop the very moment that his hand was entwined with her smaller one. Along the way she noticed that her smaller hand seemed to fold perfectly into his larger one.
It wasn't long until the two were at the base of the massive mountain made of steel, concrete, and glass. She craned her head upwards, trying to see the summit of the leviathan structure, but her eyes were quickly assaulted by the ever falling droplets of rain. So she was forced to merely look up at the glass that made up most of the side of the skyscraper, which seemed to reflect the millions of droplets beautifully. Or perhaps it was just her that viewed it as beautiful? Rhissai had noticed that the world seemed to lighten up a bit ever since she began to follow Ramseye through the city.
The rush of warm air from the recently opened door took the woman out of her state of awe and thrust her back into reality. Those pools of emerald that were set into her head where shifting about the lobby, simply observing the the beautiful architecture of the structure that she was moving through. The marble. The plants. The wondrous combination of the dark wood and brighter stone. Even the smiling woman at the front desk looked beautiful. Rhiss could only smile at the woman and give a quick “hi” as the man who was leading her passed by the desk and headed towards the elevators.
Yet another smile pursed the woman's lips as she gazed at the taller man who stood before her. She allowed the bright green crystals in her eyes to meet with the orbs of wood that were chiseled into his eyes. It was not uncommon for a human to have brown eyes in the galaxy that she resided, yet for some odd reason she found that those eyes were far from ordinary. There was something remarkable within them... something different.
Something that set them apart from the other brown eyes that she had gazed upon. It seemed that she was about to figure out what was so extraordinary about his eyes when the elevator doors opened. Though Rhiss still could not seem to tear her gaze away from his, she wanted so desperately to figure out what she found so different about his eyes. It was only when he stopped the door from re closing that she was able to break her soft gaze long enough to step into the beautifully crafted lift.
They were only on the elevator for a few scant seconds before the electrum plated doors slid open to reveal a corridor, which was just as (if not more) beautiful as the lobby which was now two hundred feet below her feet. Her hand once again slid into his as they walked towards his safe room. Then he spoke, and her hand promptly slid out of his hand. Now that she didn't need to know. In fact it was probably better that she didn't know how he obtained the safe house... just that he did.
Then the door opened.
Her breath was nearly taken away at the marvelous beauty at the penthouse, and of the torrential downpour outside. The relentless pitter-patter of the rain crashing into the ceiling seemed to calm the normally restless woman's soul down some as she continued into the room. It was so beautiful. The way that the architecture of the place flowed and ebbed... it made the Jedi wish for a brief moment that she wasn't one. And instead that she could just live in that penthouse for the rest of her days.
But she quickly squelched that thought, and all thoughts of that manner. They had no room for her mission, which was now to bring the Sith lady into the Jedi temple. The woman slowly looked around the room until her gaze met with Ramseye, who began speaking as if he was waiting for her to look at him. A refresher? Clothes? Food? A small smirk pursed her lips at the latter of the three thoughts. Food. It seemed like it was a lifetime since she had anything other than food supplements, which were the essentially granola bars that were chocked full of essential nutrients.
“Alright, thank you for your hospit-...,” she sighed and stopped herself from throwing out the generalized thank you that was drilled into her brain since the Jedi had her, “Thank you, Ramseye.”
With that she stepped into the bedroom, subconsciously closing the door to a crack behind her, and opened the closet's sliding door. She slowly slid each of the clothes along the bar that held them aloft as she allowed her eyes to scan each of beautiful piece of cloth after another. It seemed to take an hour before she finally found the attire that she wanted to wear, which was a simple silk gown that would flow down to her feet in a stark white cascade.
She slipped out of her waterlogged clothes and left them and walked into the bathroom, where she laid out the clothes so that they could easily dry. After which she stepped into the hot and steamy shower. Rhiss allowed the warm and soapy water to roll off of her tanned flesh, carrying away the sweat that came out of her pours from that little run half an hour before. She turned to washing that long raven hair of hers, which was always a pain due to its shear length. It took her a good half an hour to finally finish the shower, though most of it was simply enjoying the warmth of the water against her skin.
The woman walked out of the refresher and slipped into her under garments and the silk gown, which caressed her skin ever so lightly. She loved it. Rhissai had never been in anything so comfortable since... well... she couldn't remember. All that she wanted to do was curl up into a little ball and enjoy the softness of the material against her skin. But no. Ramseye wanted to speak with her about something... and he was kind enough to allow her to use this penthouse, so she would do that before allowing any creature comforts.
Rhiss slowly stepped out of the bedroom and looked for Ramseye...
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Aug 21, 2009 15:33:17 GMT -5
Ramseye sat on the couch for several minutes after she vanished into the bedroom off to the side. His head itched, but he bit back the urge to scratch at it, all of this caused of course by the fact that he now had hair..... His hands shook momentarily as he recalled the previous events... the rain. The wall. The guards. Her lips.......... He huffed. She was an infatuation.... if anything, or so he hoped. He could tell this was going to be an odd evening. Why had he let a jedi into his home..why was he speaking to her so kindly and welcoming? He had only the slightest of answers, and even that wasn't a complete answer. His mind wandered to the theory that there was something possible.... heh, he was kidding himself.
His eyes fluttered down to the right and looked back out the window at the glossy rain. All h remembered was her thanking him, but then changing mid sentence to say his name. His gaunt features flashed in a blaze of lightning outside as he closed his eyes listening as he heard the water system power on from the bedroom's bathroom. She was taking a shower. His animalistic urges to storm into the room, peel his clothes off and join her were swatted back by his sense of honor and civility.
He stood up and let his feet carry him over to the other side of the room, carefully stepping around the cocktail table, stopping in front of the bookshelf. Ramseye's dark brown eyes glanced upon the picture frames displayed on the shelf closest to him, realizing the man he'd struck down had a family. It was a shame indeed.... but what was really bad was that he had no intention to move the body, so when the family decided to come visit, or when a friend came by, the body would still be there, lifeless and cleaved in two.
His head ached slightly, and then he closed his eyes to try and forget some of the past events still haunting him. Head spinning around, feeling light and weightless... he decided it would probably be better to stay seated. He was still sick from food poisoning, a run in with a bad greebo on muunilist, and that was a mere week ago. He was still recuperating when he took this assignment. But as always, Ramseye got the job done, and this was no difference. He would finish his objectives, ill or not.
Several minutes later the water stopped and he saw the woman emerge from the room in silk cloth... he was having difficulties keeping his eyes where they ought to be... so he simply decided to sigh and look out the window. He didn't want her to feel like she was ugly, because she wasn't at all... but more that he didn't want her to think he was a creep. She was beautiful.. and he could see that. the words he wanted to say or use merely fumbled as he tried to speak.. so he clamped down on his mouth, and sat there in silence as she looked upon him.
She must have been ready to talk.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Oct 24, 2009 12:54:46 GMT -5
(yeah, sorry for uberlateness Necro just couldn't think of what to post.)
A small revelation troubled Rhissai, one that had hit her just as she emerged from the bedroom and gazed at the bald man staring out at the city below. Green eyes watched Ramseye as he gazed out of the window, the thousands of rain droplets assaulting it like an endless tide of warriors sent by the clouds above. The tireless sounds of the rain warriors slamming themselves against the impenetrable glass wall was calming to the woman, and seemed to soothe her heart despite the disturbing storm that was brewing inside her heart.
"Ramseye," she asked, her brow knit together, "you saved me, then you brought me, a Jedi Master devout to the Order, into your home. If I, or you, were anyone else we would be fighting right now. Why?" Her question was simple, and the tone of her voice was almost one of a child. Innocent, ignorant, and inquisitive, yet for all intents and purposes she was a child to the emotions that two people can share.
Her head tilted to the side at her wonder, the damp midnight hair that normally flanked the side of her head fell out in a cascade from behind her ears. It took all the power of her mind to work at this problem, this question that had cropped up in her heart. Rhissai had never felt the... odd... feelings that she now felt for the large man that stood before her. Not once that she can remember, and the closest that she could think was the feelings she felt for her old apprentice. Though it wasn't the same, not exactly, she thought of Dace as a son.
Was Ramseye a son to her? No, that couldn't possibly be it. She shook her head lightly at the thought, the damp black mane wagging with the motion. She didn't know what he was, but perhaps he had the answer to her question.
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