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Oct 3, 2009 0:40:46 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Oct 3, 2009 0:40:46 GMT -5
The Zeltron woman gave a long sigh as she walked through the sterile white halls of the "Achilles", a Kraken-class destroyer's escort. It was one of the few ships in the Sith Navy that had been specially modified by ONI to spy on the republic navy. The beast had been retrofitted with the best weapons and equipment that ill-gotten sith could buy. The ship was modified to be a black ghost in the midnight backdrop of the galaxy around it, especially when it came to sensors.
But none of the technical aspects of the ship mattered now. No. The Jedi Hunters were being reformed as a whole at the orders of the highest authority in the Sith Military. Due to the state of total war that had been declared on the Republic it seemed that the brass wanted each Jedi Hunter team to be formed into a four man group. Unfortunately not all of the previous teams would be sticking together... this meant that it was a possibility that Dal wasn't with her. Oddly enough, the woman felt an odd lurching in her heart at that thought... did she... miss him? A smirk crossed the woman's pinkish lips as she strode down the hallways.
Yeah, she missed him. He was one of the best partners she ever had... and it seemed that his skills fit hers perfectly. Anything she couldn't shoot, he could cut or punch. Hopefully the brass paired her up with a man half as skilled as that blasted rattataki. "What, Sera? You can't seriously be getting sentimental," she mumbled to herself as she stepped through the sliding door.
Sera didn't even look around to see if other beings were in the meeting room before she sat down, propped her feet up on the large oval table, and laced her fingers behind her head. Hopefully she got paired up with semi-competent operators....
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Post by Dutch on Oct 3, 2009 10:37:10 GMT -5
Smoke wafted lazily from the dark corner of the meeting room, the only light cast a dull orange hue over grizzled features. With an inhale the cherry of a cigar lit to reveal the grinning face of Balax Brason as the Zeltron entered the meeting room. Not long ago he had been contacted by his superiors, told him he had been chosen for a team compromised of the best of the best among the Sith. He had spent some time at Ossus before this, receiving some training to enhance his performance against Jedi.
He sat forward, the leather parts of his armor creaking as he did. Hazel eyes moved up and down the Zeltrons body. Even for an alien, they were better than most. His grin only widened as Bal rose to his feet, his combat boots clunking heavily on the ground as he moved into the light, making his silver prosthetic arm glint brightly.
"Y'know, I've always wondered what color you redskins blush... Or what... color ya'll turn when choked..."
Growled Balax between teeth clamped down on his cigar, his grin widening to show yellowed teeth. He moved around the table towards the other occupant, his prosthetic fingers dragging across the surface of the table with a metal on metal grind. As Bal reached her he let his hand drag from the Zeltron's ankles up her leg, stopping at mid-thigh just in front of her, looking down with greedy eyes. He took another puff of his cigar and reached up with his right hand to remove it from his mouth.
"And does this redskin have a name? Or I'll jist call ya Pinky, whaddya think?"
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Post by Meira on Oct 5, 2009 8:59:10 GMT -5
It had been some time since Dal had last seen his partner, Sera. Not that it mattered. Not really. After their last mission together Dal had been pulled aside for tests. Apparently what they'd done to him when he first arrived hadn't been enough. They wanted to poke him some more, draw some more blood... try some things. Whatever. Dal went along with it because it was what he did, what he had always done since the they'd come and threatened his people.
Funny, the meds must have been getting to Dal's head. He couldn't remember the last time he had thought of the Rattataki as his people. He was sure they would not count him as one of their own. Never again would the name Antero hold any honor on that planet. So what was the use of thinking about it. Dal shook the thought from his head.
The docs were saying something important about the new stims they'd been testing on him. He remembered some things from the test, but a lot of it was hazy at best. Apparently that wasn't something the docs were concerned about. They cared more about dosages and recovery and heart rates. All Dal knew was that he really liked the way he felt when they injected him with the stuff. He felt strong, unstoppable. Like he could make a rancor soil itself in fear. And he was strong, and fast too. So what if he couldn't keep a straight thought. He could kill a freaking Jedi, he was sure of that much.
How he felt afterward wasn't so hot though. That was where most of his memory lagged. It would take a full day at least to recover from the effects. That's why he was still here with the docs instead of already meeting his new teammates. They kept telling him again and again that the stims were only to be used when absolutely necessary. Now Dal knew he wasn't head of the class, but he didn't need them telling him the same thing ten times. Five was plenty.
With a final grunt of annoyance, Dal stood, pulling his black tank top over his chalk white frame and slid a kit of stims into one of the cargo pockets of his black pants. He whistled for Rocky to follow and the wolf cat stood and stretched in the corner where he had been patiently waiting for his master before silently loping after the giant man. The two made their way through the corridors of the Achilles until they reached the briefing room.
The door slid open with only the slightest of noise as Dal approached. The Rattataki man instantly snarled at the sight of some strange man with his hand on Sera's thigh. Dal didn't have time for the quick moment of content to know that he was still to be partnered with the Zeltron woman. This stranger was out of his place.
Sera.
The word was a growl, and Dal wasn't even looking at her. His cold gray eyes were fixed on the rascal that was standing over her. Rocky even growled, the muscles of the creatures legs twitching in preparation should Dal give him the order.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Oct 5, 2009 13:44:26 GMT -5
The woman casually looked over at the source of the slight creak of steel on steel. It was a man, and one that was smoking a cigar at that, only he looked... off. Sick. Creepy. Evil. Sure, the very nature of the Jedi Hunters could be considered evil by the select few that knew of them, but this man looked evil for a different reason. It looked almost as if there was an ill intent was hid behind those hazel eyes in his head. But not towards Jedi... towards her.
It made her unflip the buttoned leather strap that held her pistol to her thigh. It made her slowly take the long pistol out of its holster and switch it to her other hand, hiding it behind her thigh. Should he try something he'd have 12 ten millimeter rounds in his gut in a little under a second.
Then he got up. The stranger started walking towards her, that prosthetic arm dragging along the table menacingly. That was when she flipped the safety on her asp down, unlocking the trigger and allowing it to give the man copious amounts of led poisoning very quickly. His words only solidified the ill intent that she believed to be behind his eyes, yet she couldn't help but give a little quip, "hmm... interesting question. I blush red, and I don't think you'll be finding out the second one. Not unless you pull my hair first... but only then can you choke a little. Might not see if I turn blue."
She gave a little mental giggle at her little joke. This man would, of course, never get that far with her... she'd already made that decision after she got her first good look of her form. But he didn't stop... he kept moving towards her, even going so far as to trail a finger up her leg. Fortunately (sort of), he stopped at her thigh... but then, unfortunately, he spoke. She, of course, had to give a little quip to that as well, "yo-," she barely spoke when she heard the door hiss open. Another team member, great, hopefully this one didn't want to hurt her.
"Sera"
Dal's growl rang in her ears, followed by the snarling of his pet... Rocky. Her heart lept with joy as she safetied the pistol and shoved it in her waistband... Dal wouldn't let anything happen, so it wasn't needed. In a flash she grabbed at the man's wrist and his elbow, seeking to drive the former forward and the latter down. Sera smirked slightly as she leaned in, let out a barely audible hiss into the lecher's ear, "you can call me Miss Vossk. Miss is my first name. Vossk is my last," she barely had the last syllable out before she backed away and raised her boot up and tried to shove his arse over the chair.
After that was done, she ran over to Dal in a flash of red skin and black clothes. Her arms flung outwards and around the chalk white man, squeezing him tightly. "Dal!! How've you been," she exclaimed. It was but a few seconds of squeezing the behemoth tightly that she realized just what she was doing and released him.
Turns out Zeltrons blush a deep red.
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Post by Dutch on Oct 5, 2009 17:12:19 GMT -5
Balax grinned that same grin as she responded with a joke. It was good that she joked, would make him feel better if things got... playful. But things got even more interesting when she was cut off a second time, and a deathly pale man entered.
"Sera"
Rang into the room, the deep voice the only sound for a second. Bal saw as Sera shoved a pistol into her waistband- he didn't blame her, he'd tote a gun around himself too. But in a flash, the Zeltros had his prosthetic arm, and had it arrested. He stifled a chuckle, the girl was quick, and a challenge. Balax liked that. He liked it a lot. Careful to aim the silver knuckles of his hand pointed up towards her bicep, if she tried something, one thought would send the two hidden blades straight up into her arm, slicing it asunder.
"Why duncha nibble the ear while your there toots?"
He hoarsely whispered back, chuckling slightly as she let him go to run to her obvious friend- and possibly lover. It wasn't until she exclaimed the man's name, and let him go, did Bal see what color Zeltros turned when blushing. The soldier straightened his posture and placed his cyborg arm on his hip as he brought the cigar back to his mouth, biting down on the smoke as he did.
"So, redskins only git redder when they blush I see... didn't think they'd be puttin' me with a coupla love birds now... Makes things, a bit more 'teresting, dontcha think?"
Growled the scarred man as he moved around the table some more, towards the pair and Dal's pet. By the man's build, it was obvious that he was a close quarters fighter, someone Balax wouldn't want to go toe to toe with in a fair fight, but then again, it was a rare thing indeed if he did fight fair. His squinted, scarred left eye twitched in an almost wink as he looked them over, taking another hit off his cigar making the cherry glow and crackle slightly.
"So, they tell ya'll more than they told me about why we're here on this forsaken ship? I know we're gonna kill some Jedi- but is this it? Jist us?"
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Post by Meira on Oct 6, 2009 19:05:25 GMT -5
Dal's snarl morphed into a somewhat satisfied smirk as he watched Sera. He had been assigned to protect her, before and now with this reformation of their division, but sometimes he forgot how well she could take care of herself. She had just reminded him. And so he had relaxed his stance somewhat, crossing his arms over his broad chest and shaking his head slightly at the red skinned woman. Sassy. He was fairly sure that was her middle name.
What Dal did not expect, however, was that Little Miss Sassy Pants would dart over to him and hug him. Such displays of affection had never sat well with the Rattataki man. Rocky was usually the only one that ever saw a softer side to Dal... and only if he was particularly tired... or drunk. The closest Sera had ever seen to affection coming from the ghostly man was a pat or an arm draped lazily across the shoulder. But those were ever only for show, and only done when necessary.
And so when the Zeltron woman threw her arms around his middle, Dal lifted his still crossed arms so that her head would not collide against them. But he made no other movements. Indeed, he was so rigid that the smaller female bounced off slightly when her motion met against the unmovable force that was his body. Dal didn't know it, but he was a walking, talking lesson in physics.
It didn't take long for Sera to realize the oddity of her actions and she pulled herself away. Dal's shoulders bobbed once with a chuckle as his eyes looked down at her as if to say "yeah... what was that about?" But he answered her question all the same.
Alright. The docs have been poking at me again.
He was about to tell her about the new stims he'd been given, but the other man started speaking again. As he moved closer, Rocky's hair stood on end and a deep rolling growl came from the creature. Dal made a sharp Tsst! sound and the wolf cat ceased its growling, but its posture never changed. Dal ignored the first comment, aside from the concept of ever being in a relationship with Sera being beyond Dal's realm of thought, it wouldn't do any good to respond. Some things just had to be ignored.
Killin' Jedi not enough for ya?
As to his question about if it was just the three of them, Dal took a moment to pointedly look at Sera, then down at his own arms, at Rocky, and then finally at this new man before answering. His words were accompanied by a smirk and a chuckle as well as a shrug of his shoulders.
By my count... we're about one too many.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Oct 7, 2009 16:30:36 GMT -5
Sera glared back at the slime ball as he spoke. The idea of Dal being her lover, while an intriguing idea, was outright ridicul-... intriguing? The angry look on her face turned to one of disgust, not at the idea... but at herself. The zeltron began to wonder if she should transfer out of the 433rd LSG and into a different Hunter's group. At least then she didn't have to worry about any love interests she may have incidentally picked up over the years.
Vossk sighed, no... that wouldn't do. She only looked back at the creeper with a squinty glare about her eyes, "we are not love birds. We're partners, friends, and I haven't seen him in a very long time." Her words may as well have been daggers as they shot over to the man, "and we're not all here yet. One more man is still coming, then we get our first briefing."
Vossk's face softened to an odd (for her) warm expression as she looked down at the wolf cat that was rarely seen away from her big chalk-white companion. When he first brought him back from that mission to Tatooine she absolutely loathed the creature, but it didn't take much for his kitten-esk features to get the better part of her heart. Now? Now she adored the little guy. A smile cracked across her face as she squatted down and began to stroke his fur, rub his ears, and just say nice things in general to the critter.
This warm moment, my dear friends, was brought to you by Staff Sergeant Sera Vossk. Don't expect to see another for long time.
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Post by Dutch on Oct 8, 2009 8:31:49 GMT -5
It would be a harsh laugh that would come from Balax at the pair's response, the man choosing silence, but the female snapping at him. How wonderful the emotions of sentients were to pluck at, like an instrument at Bal's hand, all it took was a simple motion, and the music would start. But he knew he wouldn't be allowed to play further for now, military Brass wouldn't do anything if they were bounty hunters or mercs they hired, but their own soldiers he wasn't allowed to touch.
No matter how bad I wanna touch...
Thought Balax as Sera crouched, his eyes slowly going down the curve of her back to her butt then back again before meeting eyes with Dal and grinning that same yellow toothed smile at him, almost as if trading an unspoken comment about the Zeltron. His cyborg arm grabbed the back of one of the chairs around the meeting room's table and pulled it back with a metallic squeal before sitting on said seat, the leather of his armor creaking with the movement as he crossed one leg over the other, his ankle resting on the other leg's knee. Balax took another puff of his cigar and chuckled at Dal's second comment.
"It ain't 'nuff jist ta see 'em die, I'd rather... see 'em from the inside..., git inside 'em if ya know what I mean. Killin's fun- but playin', can be so much funner..."
He sat and watched the pair, his eyes turning back to Sera, his new position giving him a better view of the Zeltron as she crouched, that greedy, wanting glint barely contained in his eyes, his scarred one twitching for a second before he smirked as Dal spoke again- Bal got it, he was the new person.
"Y'know, yer so right there, Dal. But lil' miss Sera and I were jist 'bout to have a lil' fun before ye got here... I had a perfect game in mind and every'ing, great for gittin' to know each other but I guess it'll have to wait."
His smirk turned into a wide grin as a course chuckle escaped his chest, the man lazily looking up at the smoke that wafted around one of the meeting room's lights, the wispy serpents almost a warning sign to the pair, as a serpent, could never be trusted. Balax turned his eyes to the wolf cat, an animal he did slightly respect, as much as he could something that he would gut if given the chance. He inhaled slowly and locked eyes with Dal.
"I hear them animals have amazin' senses, sight, smell, hearing... even the ability to sense... bad things within someone, ever hear that?"
Balax laughed harder at his almost joke, his free hand coming up to wipe a bit of eye slime from his squinted, scarred eye, the man wiping the goop on his fatigue pants before looking towards the door. He hoped the fourth would get here soon, all this waiting was no fun...
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Post by Meira on Oct 8, 2009 12:06:36 GMT -5
Dal arched his eyebyrow and cast a sidelong glance at the red-toned woman. It wasn't often that Sera got snappy. She'd played right into this guy's game. Dal would have shaken his head, but it didn't matter. Instead he turned his eyes back to the man as he took his seat and continued talking. He huffed at the comment of "playing" instead of just killing. He knew there was something off about this guy. But that was probably why the higher ups had asigned him to this whole thing in the first place. You had to be kinda off to go after the Jedi. Wasn't exactly a fair fight, was it.
Down on the floor, Rocky was snuggling up to the familiar woman, reveling in the scratches and pats he recieved from her. It was as if the formidable creature from before was suddenly transformed into nothing more than a common cuddly house cat. All concerns of threats forgotten, he plopped to the floor and rolled onto his back to allow Sera better access to scratch his tummy, a soft purr escaping from his throat.
Dal was watching the new addition to their team, not noticing what was really going on below him until the man stopped and looked down at Sera. Dal followed his gaze and recognized the look in the man's eyes. With his boot-clad foot. Dal nudged Sera to get up as he moved to sit down. When their new teammate spoke of games, it brought back the concept of "play" that he'd mentioned earlier. That didn't sit well with Dal.
If you wanna play games, play them with the Jedi. Anything else you just keep to yourself.
Dal uncrossed his arms and pulled out a chair for himself, sitting down so that he was still facing the man. Rocky, reading Dal's posture and tone lifted himself from the ground and moved to sit next to Dal. The ghost-white man scratched the wolf cat behind its ears as the man spoke, referring to Rocky. The wolf cat looked back at the man, his face impossible to read, he could be looking at a chair.. or a wamp rat for all it mattered. But his muscles were slightly tense, as if ready to pounce.
He ain't ever been wrong s'far as I've had 'em.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Oct 10, 2009 10:21:53 GMT -5
Sera gave a warm smile at the wolf-cat as he rolled over on his back to expose the soft flesh of his belly for petting. Thats just what she did, too, an elegant pink hand moved down to scratch at Rocky's tummy, and a purr of delight was its response. It was almost funny how the critter went from growly-growl to purring simply because she started giving it attention. A wry smirk crossed her lips at the thought, yeah... she generally had that effect on guys.
It had been her curt decision to simply ignore the slimy man's musings. If she hadn't, however, it was very likely that she'd have been afraid. Very afraid. What was implied was... well... it would have made her keep an extra knife or five on her person. Until Dal nudged her with his boot, of course, that was when she shot a glance over to a staring Balax. She would have let another quick and high-larious quip flip, Force knew she had about five running through her mind, but she decided to rise above his level.
The woman stood up and followed her partner over to the table, pulling a chair back so she could assume her previous position... her legs propped up on the table and hands laced together behind her head. Instead of chiming in on their little conversation, the woman stared blankly at the man's hazel eyes, focusing her mind solely on his. Sera was doing something that she loathed doing... she was using one of her two racial powers: Emotional Projection.
Instead of attempting to project the emotions one would expect from Sera at the moment, however, she worked on making him happy. Yes, happy. While she was sure to make it obvious via her body language that she loathed the man, Sera still couldn't help but think that he could use the rare happy moment.
After a few moments of pushing endless waves of happiness into his mind she smirked. "You look... happy. What's the occasion," she asked coyly. For some odd reason the woman found it amusing as hell... the ability to toy with other's emotions like a kitten with a ball of yarn. She could do it all day...
... Yup, she'd end up burning for it.
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Post by Dutch on Oct 11, 2009 0:07:01 GMT -5
Balax only grinned at Dal as he smoked his cigar, drool glistening at it's butt as it perched in his yellowed teeth. But it's not fun to play alone... Thought the man, laughing in his head. Sure, he'd keep his fun away from Dal. But had no promises towards the Zeltron... Bal's grin stayed as he eyed the wolf cat, Dal's words about him making the Major feel a small boost in pride. Animals where smart enough to know when not to mess with someone, sentients however, never seemed to know to stay out of the sarlacc.
His eyes turned to Sera's when he noticed her staring at him, an oddly blank look in her eyes. Bal furrowed his brow in confusion for a second, before mentally shrugging and deciding to ignore the look. It wasn't long before a warmness seemed to crawl over his skin. His heart beat a little harder, but not from strain, but in an unfamiliar way. He stifled a chuckle, his mind confused. Why did he feel like laughing? The wolf cat wasn't gutted, Dal wasn't a bloody pulp on the floor, and Sera wasn't bent over the meeting table and screaming. And yet, that satisfied feeling he got was still bubbling up.
What was this? Was it the final snap coming from out of nowhere? Had he finally gone stark raving mad? Bal's heart continued to thud, sending more or the warm feeling over his limbs, his grin turning into a broad smile for a second, a laugh finally forcing it's way out of him, a hearty, warm chuckle. Bal tilted his head back as he laughed, slapping his knee once and using his right arm to pull the cigar from his teeth to laugh harder. That feeling lasted until Sera spoke.
It became all too clear what had happened. How did he not see it? She was Zeltron, and obviously decided that if she couldn't mess with him verbally, she would emotionally. Bal moved fast, faster than he looked. His fists clenched white knuckled as he stood, the cigar cherry crackling once as it burned into his bare palm. The chair he was sitting was knocked back, and with a metallic Shink!, the pair of ten inch knives hidden within his shiny metal arm shot from its knuckles, the sound loud in the quiet room.
"You manipulative schutta! I'll gut'cha if you ever try that again."
Bal growled, his teeth clenched and his face blotchy with anger. But he was smart enough to know that if he tried to kill Sera right now, it would be three against one. It was one thing to kill civilians, but these were all three trained killers like him, one on one he could handle them, but all together, they would slaughter him. Bal growled and spat on the floor, loosening his grip on the crushed cigar so that it fell to the floor in pieces. Instead of retrieving the seat he had knocked back, his metallic hand went to grab the seat next to it, the two blades retreating back into the arm with the sound of a sword into a scabbard. Bal pulled it back, and sat in it, careful to not make eye contact with Sera or Dal, but turning his eyes to his cyborg hand, flexing it and rotating his wrist in silence.
Oh there will be blood. But not yet. Patience, patience and the release would come, and be everything he needed...
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Post by Meira on Oct 12, 2009 11:19:43 GMT -5
There was an air of uneasy silence in the room as the three settled down to wait for their fourth and final member of the team to show. Dal wasn't too excited about the prospect of another one. This guy was already too much in his mind. He didn't like the idea of another one setting things even more off balance. A team was supposed to work together, play to each others strengths. But all Dal saw here was a disaster waiting to happen.
As the moments passed, something strange seemed to be going on with their new teammate. Dal watched him as he slowly seemed to brighten. But it wasn't that usual sense of feeling good. Something was off about it. Dal was no expert in emotions or people in general, but he knew when something was off. And aside from something being generally off about the guy, there was more going on now than before. It wasn't until he started laughing that Dal got a hint of what might be going on.
He had turned his head to look at Sera and confirm his suspicion when she spoke. Dal drew in a deep disapproving breath and then there was silence. The guy had stopped laughing. Dal was turning his head back towards him when many things happened at once. The guy didn't seem to have liked what Sera was doing to him, and for the first time, Dal sympathized. Being messed with like that didn't seem all that appealing.
When the guy stood, Dal did as well, one hand pulling out a long combat knife that was sheathed in his boot. He held it at his side as he stood, not brandishing it. His massive frame was directly between the two, and he wasn't about to move. As the other guy's knives appeared from the mechanical arm, Rocky seemed to have had enough. With a growl and a hiss, the wolf cat was in the air, leaping towards the one he considered a threat to his master. But Dal caught Rocky by the scruff of his neck in mid air, much to the creatures dismay.
But as quick as the outburst started, it was over. The odds seemed to be against the newest member of the team, and as luck would have it, he seemed to acknowledge that. He pulled another chair to himself and sat, purposely avoiding eye contact. Dal didn't sit until after the man had settled and retracted his blades. The Rattataki sheathed his own and sat back down.
Turning to Sera, he placed the now humbled wolf cat in her lap. His gray eyes were cold steel as he conveyed his disappointment to her. No words were needed. She knew full well she was in the wrong. When he turned his eyes away, Dal focused them on a blank spot on the wall across the room. His mind reeled with the absurdity of the two (three if he counted Rocky) that he found himself in the company of. Like children. How had he managed to be the only responsible one in the room?
With a heavy sigh, Dal moved his chair back so that it would be easier to look between the two. Some things had to be settled before anything moved forward. He wasn't going to work like this. Dal wasn't sure how much progress could be made, but someone had to try.
Look you two. He started, feeling a little awkward that it had to be him trying to make peace. He was more accustomed to breaking bones. This crap ain't gonna work. He looked at Sera. You keep your mind to yourself. He looked at the other man. And you keep your hands to yourself. I ain't gonna go after no Jedi if I gotta keep you two from killin' each other. And what's your name anyway?
Ok, the pep talk ended on a side note, but Dal was fed up with it all. The guy knew their names... he wasn't just gonna go off on a dangerous mission without at least knowing what to call the guy.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Oct 13, 2009 23:26:43 GMT -5
One of Sera's pinkish hands clandestinely slid out from behind her head and meandered down to her waistband where her fingers laced around the grip of her pistol. The motion of pulling the pistol out of her waistband was likely unseen, as the slimeball was having a merry old time and Dal was busy looking at the spectacle. She wasn't entirely sure if the yellow fanged man had been truely happy in a long time, if ever, "there's a first time for everything m'girl. Just be sure to not let the anger thats commin' get close." She nodded slightly at the thought, pulling her legs back so that the heel of her boots were leaning against the table... a perfect hiding place for the semi-long pistol.
It didn't take long for the insane creature of a man to realize just what she'd done to him, and his reaction was exactly what she suspected. What wasn't expected, however, was the twin blades that popped out of his prothestic hand. In the end, however, it only gave him a moments hesitating before she allowed her feet to rest on the table once more... revealing the gaping maw of her full auto pistol. She was an excellent reflexive shooter, as in she didn't need to use the gun sights to actually aim... all that she needed was to point. On average she would hit what she was pointing at, even at a good twenty five yards. But the meager ten feet or so between them? Well... she could shoot the wings off of a fly at that distance.
A brief moment passed as she decided which hair to shoot on his little moustache before smirking, "easy now. Easy. I didn't do 'nything terrible, did I? Just made you 'little happy is all. Why'n'cha put those blades away 'n I'll see if I do th' same with this hand cannon." She spoke in an uncultured accent, one that was mirrored the angry human's. Sera wasn't making fun of him, oh no, she tended to talk fast when she was thinking fast. Luckily, it seemed like the man calmed down of his own accord, but not long after Dal looked over and silently voiced his disappointment to her as he handed Rocky to her. It was sad, yes, and she was wrong... but she wouldn't apologize to this thing. No. Showing weakness to the wild things tended to get you eaten.
The woman let out a heavy sigh as her other hand slipped out from behind her head to scratch Rocky behind the ear. A purr rumbled out of the little guy's throat at the action, which she continued even as she spoke (after Dal's calm scolding of her of course). "Dal... I'm going ot have to talk to you in private about this. And about what I see," she said, still pointing the pistol at the silent man. Sera had seen somethign all too familiar in this man's eyes, it was the same wanting look that her old slave master gave her almost every night. She had never divulged much of her history to Dalibor, nor would she ever... but she had hinted at her past as a slave before. Certainly not that she was one of pleasure.
She'd be damned if she allowed this creature to try and take her back to that time. He scared her, much more than she'd ever care to admit... which was the reasons behind her snipping and her jokes, and even the use of her emotional projection. That feeling of helplessness and pain seemed to crawl within her skull once more, despite the fact that she was the one in control.
No.
Her hand trembled as she pointed the gun at the man, the memories of her past flooding back to her. It didn't take long for the visage of that old nubian senator to take the place of their new 'partner.' Sera wanted nothing more than to kill the image all over again... but she couldn't... she was too... too afraid. A blink later the image was gone, replaced by the leather clad man. She didn't have any psychological problems! Oh never!
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Post by Dutch on Oct 16, 2009 18:31:56 GMT -5
{OoC: Sorry for the short post, not feeling too well and my shows are on :3}
Bal didn't look up as the other man in the room spoke. Insolent pup, who was he to scold him? Balax growled in his head and shifted in his seat so that he faced Dal as he finished talking. A name. It was such a powerful thing to know. Bal's grin returned as he looked Dal right in the eyes, his hazel one's glinting for a second. Perhaps a name drop would make Dal trust him a bit more, the more he was trusted, the easier it would be to get away with whatever he wanted.
"Brason, Major Balax Brason- any'ing else ya need to know?"
His eyes turned to Sera as she spoke again, her mocking tone and words making his blood hot. Oh how he wanted to leap across this table, tear out Dal's throat before grabbing Sera by the neck and forcing onto her. But he shook his head, this wasn't the time nor the place. Patience, just as always... patience...
Balax looked away, peering down at his metal hand as his organic one caressed the slits where the blades came out. He spaced out for a bit, but not before noticing an odd silence come over the room. His eyes drifted over to Dal, but then Sera, and then his pulse escalated. There it was, a look he had been needing to receive for a time... fear... her eyes and face were drenched in it, cold, festering, devouring fear.
He watched until it passed, that same greedy look in his eyes, his mouth grinning widely even after she gained composure. Sure, she recovered, but there was a seed he could make use of sooner than later...
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Post by Rugs on Oct 26, 2009 13:57:14 GMT -5
Ah, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late, Kaven thought as he hurried through the white halls of the Achilles. Today he would be meeting with the members of the Jedi Hunter sqaud he had been placed on, a rather important meeting, and one he hadn't planned on being late for. But he had done some of his... work before, and sometimes, he could just get so carried away in it. There was a sort of sick pleasure Kaven got from breaking people, and what he had been doing was no different. There was a prisoner on board, and he had been given charge of getting information out of him. Simple enough. But this one had been strong willed, and it took a little extra... persuading to crack him open. There had even been blood. That had been fun, though it had gotten a bit messy...
Kaven looked down at himself as he walked. He was dressed as he always did when not in armor, in a light grey long sleeve shirt with black fatigues and boots. His dreadlocks, which he normally kept tied behind his head when on missions, hung freely about his head and bounced a bit as he walked. But his shirt, which was normally quite clean, had, here and there, small splotches of red on it. Kaven grunted a bit at that. Perhaps I got just a bit carried away... That was nothing new, though. He had away of getting carried away when doing his work, though he really should have kept track of the time better today. But it made no matter now, he was late, and there wasn't much to be done about it. Besides, there were certainly worse things that could happen.
After navigating the ship for a few more minutes, Kaven arrived at his destination. The door slid open before him, and he stepped into the room. The first thing he noticed was the tension that seemed to fill the place-well actually, it was the smoke floating around from a cigar, but the tension was right behind it. The room had three occupants, other than himself: a large Human man, a tall Rattataki man, and a Zeltros woman. And there was also a wolf cat. Make that four occupants.
Kaven smiled the same warm smile he always did when greeting people, one that betrayed the cruel, twisted soul within him. "Hello gentlemen." He then looked at the Zeltros woman. "And lady." His gaze drifted to the large cat. "And cat." The Kiffar casually walked to a chair at sat down, throwing his arm over the back in a relaxed, casual pose. "Pardon my lateness, I was working, and I just got so... involved in it." A soft, crazed laugh burst from his throat. "I'm sure you all know how that can be sometimes. But where are my manners? I am Kaven Valli, Sergeant First Class, and I'll be the fourth member of this little team we have." His voice, like his smile was warm and friendly, and those that didn't know him always seemed a bit surprised when they found out he specialized in torture and interrogation. But these three might not be. After all, you have to be a bit twisted to join a squad that exists to hunt Jedi, especially with the motives that Kaven had.
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Post by Meira on Oct 26, 2009 14:25:58 GMT -5
Balax Brason... A major. Hmm... Well, Dal hadn't expected such a rank for such a character. But he wasn't the guy that gave the promotions, and he didn't pretend like he knew why they were given. Dal just did his job and that was it. He didn't like to complicate things. But still, he couldn't shake the bad feeling that he got from this man and he gave a nod when Sera mentioned wanting to speak to him in private. Yeah, they'd have to do that, but not now.
Balax asked if there was anything else Dal needed to know. Sure there was other stuff he'd like to know, but he shook his head at the man, keeping his silence and letting him cool off. He hadn't liked the look of those blades that came out of his prosthetic arm. Maybe on a day when Dal was better armed. Maybe then he'd confront the guy. But it wasn't worth it today. Though he did have something of an urge to ask Balax if his blood ran as yellow as his teeth. But Dal held his tongue.
The silence in the room was near as thick as the smoke and the tension, and Dal began to wonder just how long it could hold out before they all broke and tried to kill each other. Luckily, that never happened. Instead, the door opened and the last member of the team entered. Dal turned his head to get a look at just who else it was he was going to be working with. By the looks of him, he didn't seem so bad. Definitely didn't have the same air about him as the major. Though, like what could be said about any of the occupants in the room, looks could be decieving. As the man sat himself down and introduced himself, Dal studied him.
Dreadlocks and the tattoo on his face gave him away as possibly Kiffar. Dal didn't know much about the Kiffar, but like his own people, they placed significance on tattoos. Dal assumed the black band that ran across Kaven's face held just as much meaning as the swirls of black across his left shoulder and chest held. Maybe he could find some common ground with this one. It would certainly be a relief considering the other fourth of the group.
I'm Dalibor Antero. Call me Dal. The Rattataki man reached his hand out to shake Kaven's. He then gestured with his thumb at the Zeltron woman sitting next to him. This is Sera Vossk. He patted the wolf cat's head. And Rocky. Then Dal turned his eyes on Balax and the faintest twitch of a smile caught the corner of his lip. That's Balax Brason.
Now that the introductions were complete, Dal sat up a little straighter in his chair. The team was assembled, so it was time to get an idea of what they were made up of. Sure that the higher ups had arranged the group to complement each other's strengths, Dal decided to begin with his own skills.
I specialize in melee and close quarters combat. I've also done some... persuation here and there. Before we got reassigned to this group, I made sure she didn't get herself killed. He pointed with his thumb at Sera again. Then, turning his gray eyes on the woman, he allowed himself a lazy smile. Aint that right? Turning back to Kaven, Dal gave a gesture to the man with a jutting of his chin. What do you do?
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Post by Dire Wolf on Oct 27, 2009 0:58:54 GMT -5
(totally phail. Not going to lie. Posting through a writer's block atm. And, also, just 'cuz I have no clue what our mission will be.. I'm moving the briefing to the next thread. I can do the briefing/first post if y'all want to, but I won't be posting it right away. That, and someone will have to tell me the mission.. brain ded right now.)
Green eyes gazed at the wanting look in Bal's eyes, the look that mirrored the very one that her old "master" gave her just before taking her away. The fear she felt, the fear of being taken back to that bedroom... to that mansion... it quickly gave way to anger. The burning anger coiled around her rib cage like a python, its muscles flexing and rippling with Sera's breathing. Its soft hissing in her ear reminded her of her servitude to the senator of the galactic republic, of each and every time she was forced to lay down her rights, and it reminded her of the worst sin of all. That old bastard took her to the gala's on his arm, and it was obvious to everyone that saw her that she was his slave. But they overlooked her. They were either too afraid to help or simply didn't care, she didn't know. All that she truly knew was that she'd do all she could to make them pay.
And so, the anger that burned in her heart for the Nubian senator, and by extension Balax, turned to an anger for the republic. "Where's this guy," she said in a rushed tone, "there's Jedi that need killin'." Then, as if on some kind of cue, a Kiffar man stepped through the door... and she allowed a slight giggle to bubble out of her mouth at his words. Her eyes near instantly floated up and down along the length of his body, starting at those bright green eyes of his, down to his feet, then back up at his eyes once more. She was shaping him up. Nodding slowly, she switched her pistol's saftey on and stuck it into her thigh holster. The imminent thread of Balax's rage had passed, for now, but something told her that she'd burn for her actions towards him.
She sighed, looking into his hateful eyes. Yup. He was planning something. The woman made a mental note to keep her sawed off shotgun on her other thigh at all times, if he even tried to approach her alone she'd blow him into tiny balax bits, then feed him to whatever groveling creatures were available. A small smirk crossed her face at that thought, she wouldn't feed him to the critters... his remains would be toxic. She was about to speak when, suddenly, Dal's deep voice beat against her ear drums... he was greeting them rather than she do all the talking. He'd come along way. "Heh, make sure I don't get killed," she shook her head once, smirking, "then I'm the Queen of all Corellia and wear a shiny hat."
Less than a minute later the image of an ancient Sith Lord loomed over the table, though he was blue and semi-transparent. "Welcome, 433rd Jedi Hunters detachment. Look around you, these are your new partners. Now, there is a ship latched onto clamp 2... this will be your 'private' corvette to take you to your missions. You will find your briefing in that ship. Good day," with that, the ships Artificial Intelligence winked off its holographic projectors, leaving the room slightly darker than it was before.
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Post by Dutch on Oct 27, 2009 14:53:43 GMT -5
{OoC: Sorry if it's kinda short, working on something and sort of distracted}
Bal watched as this new person entered, hazel eyes scanned this Kiffar up and down, his eyes lingering on the spots of blood. The new man made a joke about his tardiness, and even Bal's poor mood allowed a smirk- it seemed they had common ground... he'd have to talk to this Kaven, perhaps swap techniques...
Just as he began to ponder details everyone else started speaking, Bal's eyes going to Dal, then to Sera as they spoke. He had nothing to say, his name was said by Dal, why waste his breath? Balax sat back and interlaced his fingers behind his head, his gaze on the new guy, sizing him up, watching him. Not long after everyone was done talking did a hologram show up, a hooded man Bal didn't like the look of. Damn AI, why did they have to manifest themselves...
He nodded after the AI finished speaking and sighed before reaching into an ammo pouch on his leather armor and pulling a fat cigar from it. He pulled a lighter-like object from the same pocket and lit the cigar, inhaling before exhaling a large plume of perfumed smoke.
"Well, let's git to the gitten'"
With a growl he stood, stepping back to the corner he had originally been in and grabbed his Type-02 and slinging it into the holster on his back. Balax walked pass the meeting table and thumbed the door's panel for it to open. He turned his squinted, scarred left side to look back at the group before saying.
"C'mon, git yer arses up, I'm done with this room."
With that Balax stepped out of the smokey meeting room, walking with his hands on his belt and puffing on his cigar merrily as he walked down the halls towards the landing bay- interested in this ship of theirs...
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Post by Rugs on Oct 28, 2009 12:22:33 GMT -5
Kaven smiled that warm smile as Dal talked. The big Rattataki said that he had done some work in persuasion before. That instantly earned him some points in Kaven's book; it was always good to work with someone else that could appreciate the... finer points of interrogation. It was an art form that too many didn't understand properly, at least in Kaven's opinion. He laughed at the little quip Sera made at Dal's words and leaned back some more in his chair.
"Well then," he started. "I am a soldier, like all of you. But my specialty is not fighting on the battlefield, though I am capable with that when needed. No, my work is a bit different." A crazed glint started to show in his emerald green eyes as he spoke, and his voice started to grow a bit... lustful. "Dal, you mentioned persuasion. I guess you could call it that. Interrogation. Torture, really... but I do so much more than persuade people..." he leaned forward and giggled softly. "Yes, I prefer to say that I am in the business of breaking people. Not of body-though I've done that numerous times-but of mind." He looked at his three team mates in turn and kept going. "You see, there is a point where you can get information from anyone. It doesn't matter how strong their will is, or how much they have been trained to resist my... methods. It's all a matter of finding that point and getting them to it." He giggled again, and leaned even further forward, folding his arms on the table in front of him and hunching his shoulders as if he was about to tell the group a secret. "That is what my official job is, but that's not my passion. My passion is going further, to test the limits of the mind. I push on it, and bend and bend and bend," he snapped his finger. "Until it breaks." He leaned back in his chair, and smiled at the group, once again, the relaxed, kind looking man he had been when he entered the room. Of course, he hadn't mentioned a special ability of his-the ability to read the memories of inanimate objects-but that could wait until later. Can't let all the surprises out so soon, can we, he thought with some amusement.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the hologram of the ship's AI appeared. So it's already time for a briefing, then? He stood up after Balax and stretched. He laughed at the big man's urging for them to move. "After you," he said, and fell in behind him.
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Post by Meira on Oct 28, 2009 13:11:28 GMT -5
Dal gave a grunt in response to Sera's words. But his attention had been taken away from her when Kaven started speaking. Pity, Dal had a great and completely original quip of his own to throw back at the pink-skinned woman. Oh well, he'd have to save it for next time.
Kaven began to explain his work. Interrogation... torture. Dal nodded his head. Though he wasn't as fond of the practice as this man obviously way, he could understand the benefits of having someone so skilled on thier team. A Jedi's mind was one that was likely to be the hardest to break. So they needed the best of the best. That was fine. Dal knew how to step out of a room when things got past his tastes. He just hoped Kaven knew how to confine his passions to his work rooms. Otherwise they'd have a problem.
When the holo projector came up, Dal shifted his attention easily and listened to the instructions. A new ship? Well that was sure nice of the Empire. They were giving them all kinds of new toys weren't they? Good.
Eager to get a move on, Dal was standing when Balax barked his orders. He gave a grunt, similar to the one he had given to Sera as his response and filed out of the room third behind Balax and Kaven. He gave a sharp whistle, and Rocky was by his side, trotting along to keep pace with the large man's long stride. But Dal kept his pace slow, allowing a short distance to form between the other two men and him and Sera, who was walking along just behind him. When ample distance had been made, he turned his head toward the woman.
So?
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