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Dire Wolf
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Oct 30, 2009 12:52:18 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Oct 30, 2009 12:52:18 GMT -5
Sera sighed upon hearing Kaven's specialty. It seemed that all the good lookin' one's were bat-shat crazy. Though, to be fair, this was the Jedi Hunters... and one simply couldn't kill everyone's favorite religous zealots without having at least one level of their brain's morality code missing. Except for Sera, she had a perfectly viable reason for not only hating the Republic, but hating the Jedi. Which reminded her to speak to him about that at her first opportunity, which... luckily... was coming right up.
Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she stood up and followed Dal out, dredging up the past was not something that Sera often enjoyed doing... seeing as the past was generally synonymous with pain and hurt. The Zeltron was at Dal's side as they strode down the hall, even as a short gap was formed between them and the other two... she bit her lower lip in response to this.
He was giving her an opening.
"Umm, Dal," she whispered at him, almost as if the other two could hear if her voice was toned up by one decibel, "I umm... I was a slave. Not one for working, either, but one for... working. That man, that thing" she pointed at Bal's back, "he looks at me with that same look in his eyes that my old owner did. I... I think he is going to... or wants to..." She trailed off, her voice growing squeaky and shaky at the verbalization of Bal's obvious want. The tears were forming at her eyes from the very first syllable she uttered to the large Rattataki. By the end? Well, she was in a silent sob... one that she took great lengths to ensure that Kaven and Bal couldn't hear.
It didn't take them long to make it to the airlock that would lead them to their new ship, which was apparently dubbed "The Wicked". Yes, it was an... odd... name for a ship, but Sera would learn just how wicked and insidious the ship really was. She sat down at a round table in the meeting room, propping her twisted legs up on the briefing room table. One would never be able to tell that she was crying but a few minutes before, save the slight look of red in her eyes.
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Nov 1, 2009 11:22:43 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Nov 1, 2009 11:22:43 GMT -5
As they walked through the halls, Balax grinned as he heard whispering between Sera and Dal. Just from the tone of voice, he knew he had gotten to the woman. But her Rattataki guardian would prove to be a problem. He knew enough to not mess with her while he was around- but one day, they would be separated, Dal wouldn't be there to hear her squeal. Bal turned his eyes to the Kiffar now, the young man walking next to him at this point. His specialty certainly peaked the man's curiosity, perhaps he could learn a thing or two from him...
"So, little brother, yer in the interrogation business are ye? Choo specialize in? Aliens? Traitors? What's yer favorite tool? I've always preferred my own hands, but if ye got any pointers, I'd just be tickled to hear 'em."
Bal laughed after that, the thought of improving his rituals simply delighting the brute. It wasn't long before they were at the docking bay, a sleek, all black ship sitting pretty with its docking claw grasping the Achilles. With blood red paint, the words The Wicked adorned it. How fitting for this crew of savages and psychos. A grunting laugh sounded from Bal as they moved into the ship, the very presence of this thing malevolent.
"I think Imma like it here...."
Growled Balax, the dark ship feeling more like home already than he's ever felt. Moving through the black metal halls, the sound of a group of animals growling and barking echoed in the halls, and an odd rustling from under their feet was somewhat unsettling.
"The Hell is this place?"
He thought out loud, the Wicked unlike any ship he had ever been on. It was as if the entire thing was muted, or like it was alive, pent up and ready to tackle whatever prey it was hunting. It wasn't long before they were in yet another meeting room, Sera sitting down but Bal choosing to cross his arms and lean his rump against the table. After the four had all gotten in the room, a door slid open, and a human man in a Sith Naval uniform came out, this man had a horrid scar going from the bottom of his chin up his face and nose, ending just above it. Nearly black eyes scanned the Jedi Hunters before he spoke in a guttural, growling voice.
"Welcome, Hunters. This is the Wicked, your new transport and home. I am acting Captain on this vessel, but you do not report to me. Your personal affects and weapons have already been brought aboard, and are now in your bunks. This is the top level, where we all live and run the ship. The showers and 'freshers are down the hall to your left, past the bunks. Now, due to this ship's high security profile, I'll never know your names, you all will never know my crew's names. Don't go asking for them either, every section of this ship is monitored, even the showers. Below us is the second level, there you will find your... hospitality chambers, and the ysalimiri. We have two handlers on board that will tend to them and the vornskrs that are in the bay.
The land and air speeders are all recently tuned up and checked, they shouldn't give you any issues. Now, on this ship, we will all receive our orders separately. Brass will tell me and my crew what to do, and someone who I don't know will give you yours."
Just as he finished speaking, the holotable Sera and Bal were at flickered on, that same cloaked man showing himself again. The scarred man bowed to the image before saluting the Hunters.
"And with that, I take my leave. Welcome to the Wicked, it's going to be one hell of a ride."
And with that, the scarred man turned promptly and left the Hunters to the cloaked man.
{OoC: Dire, I left the cloaked guy for you to NPC, I'll be taking our Captain.}
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Nov 2, 2009 17:17:37 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Nov 2, 2009 17:17:37 GMT -5
Kaven looked at Balax out of the corner of his eye as the two walked on through the ship. The big man was interesting, and Kaven had a feeling he probably wasn't the best of persons, but that much didn't matter much to Kaven; the Kiffar had joined the Jedi Hunters in order to hunt down his own sister, after all. He turned his head back to see that Dal and Sera were a ways back, and looked to be conversing with one another, though Kaven hadn't a clue as to what they were saying. Kaven's brow furrowed in thought as he turned around, and his thoughts returned to when he had first stepped into the meeting room. The tension in that room had been palpable. Was this one of the results of it? He grunted softly as he walked, and shrugged mentally; he'd probably find out soon enough what tensions there were amongst this group.
Kaven's attention returned to Balax when the big man started to talk to him. A smile broke his face almost immediately; he did love it when people showed interest in his trade. "My favorite people to break are those that don't think they've done anything wrong. It is so entertaining to watch them fall away into madness as they realize that nothing they say can save them." Kaven giggled, and pondered his favorite methods in silence for a moment. "Well," he said as he slid his jagged vibroblade out of its sheath on his waist and held it up, so that Balax could see the wicked serrated edge of the weapon, "one of my personal favorites is to heat this blade up and just... have some fun with this." He put the blade away and smirked as the two kept walking. "It's simple, but very effective. Oh, and then there are the Viper Wasps. I haven't gotten to use them often, since they are native to Yavin IV, but a few dozen of them in a room with a prisoner..." A laugh burst from his throat. "It's extremely effective, especially if they have some open wounds... Perhaps one day I can demonstrate it on a Jedi for you."
A little while later, the team of hunters made it to their ship, The Wicked. Kaven chuckled softly at the name, and followed Balax in. So this is our new home, eh? I think I'm gonna like it. As they made their way through the ship, Kaven spotted a stairway leading down to a door that had "Welcome to the Jungle" inscribed on it in what looked like blood. He grunted lightly at that, and kept on walking. He sat down in a chair across from Sera once they made it to the meeting room and relaxed, throwing his arm over the back of it. He nodded after the captain gave his short introduction to the ship, and turned to look at the hologram, waiting to see what their mission would entail.
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Nov 3, 2009 10:58:33 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Nov 3, 2009 10:58:33 GMT -5
When Sera began to speak, the words were not at all what Dal had expected. He had expected the concern for what motive might lie behind their new teammate's actions, but not a personal history. The fact that she had been a slave wasn't too surprising to the Rattataki man, it was the type of slave. Really, even that wasn't too surprising in general. The genetics of Zeltrons lended them to such positions, either as a profession or as a slave. But the idea of Sera being kept in such a state by anyone was what surprised him. He couldn't imagine someone being able to make her do anything she didn't want to. But then again, perhaps the Sera he knew was a result of this dark past.
The last thing Dal expected was tears. In his time working with Sera, he'd never seen her come remotely close to crying, and now, she was a veritable sob fest right in front of him. Any other sentient, save the two that had now walked out of sight, might have known what to do in this situation. But Dal hadn't been raised in touch with his emotions. The only time he ever even remembered crying was as a very young child. It was one of his first memories. He had cried for attention, but had gotten a swift hand across the face instead. Dalibor Antero had never cried since. So it was safe to say that the large ghost of a man was completely out of his element now. Even Rocky knew better than he did. The wolf cat let out a soft mew and rubbed the side of his body against the woman's leg.
Finally, Dal stopped their walking and turned to face the woman. His confusion as to what to do was not completely hidden on his face, but he attempted a look of caring all the same. Placing his hands on the woman's shoulders, he waited for her to look up at him.
No one is going to hurt you.
That was about all the emotion Dal could handle for the day, and it likely met his quota for the rest of the year. Hopefully Sera wasn't going to be making the crying and hugging a regular thing. He turned and continued on their path to the new ship. He kept the slower pace for a time to allow Sera to regain her composure. When they reached the ship, Dal couldn't hold it in any longer.
I knew you were dirty.
He chuckled at the thought as they moved from the Achilles to the Wicked. It was like stepping into a different world. Where the former ship's corridors were white, these were black. And the entire vessel had a feeling about it, sinister. He was eager to explore, but orders were on their way, and so instead the group filed into the briefing room, the ship's captain giving a quick speech before the same holographic figure from before appeared.
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Dire Wolf
So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Nov 8, 2009 18:08:57 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Nov 8, 2009 18:08:57 GMT -5
While the woman named Sera wasn't exactly one solely driven by emotion... she was still a woman. The red skin was still emotionally distraught at the past that was dredged up. Granted, it wasn't entirely necessary to dredge up the past to this big man... but something in her little Zeltron brain deemed it so. A quiet sniffle followed by a great hug was all that replied to his "no one will hurt you" line. Her arms could barely fit around his massive frame, but they squeezed him all the same as she buried her face into his great chest. Did she sob into it? Yes, yes she did. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~ (on the ship) ~-~-~-~-~-~-~ The lights of the room winked off as the door to the briefing room slid to a close behind the captain. The room that housed the four super-elite commandos was a modern marvel in and of itself, as it was a Faraday cage. Once the door slid to a close the ferro-copper mesh was complete, and would deny any electronic signals from entering or leading the circular chamber. The door, once locked, could only be opened from the inside... maybe not at all, depending on the security protocols in effect. The lights barely had a chance to wink off completely before they were replaced by a simple hologram floating into existence at the center of the table. It was of the ship's AI, one that received the briefing in its entirety and saved a copy of itself to the briefing room databanks. The Artificial Intelligence's avatar was a wraith, one who was hooded in a swirling midnight cloak that fell from the bottom in particles of decrepid dust. "Welcome four hundred and thirty third jedi hunter - killer group. For the duration of this briefing the door to this briefing room is locked, no one is permitted to enter or leave. I am Umber, this vessel's artificial intelligence." The avatar's voice was comparable to a soft yet chilling whisper, like light breeze on a fridgid winter day. The shade of an avatar atomized into thousands of barely visible particles and scattered around the room like ashes on a non-existent wind. These particles grew into bright points, each one representing a star in the galaxy. This light show swirled around once more as the galactic view shifted until a previously unremarkable point of light was hovering delicately over the table. The point quickly expanded into a much closer view of the star, which was the one that held the planet of Ylesia. "This is the star of Cha Raaba, deep within the confines of Hutt space. The glorious Sith Empire is currently dealing with Greegar Desilijic Tiure in the movement and sale of drugs, slaves, and arms within Republic space." The star dissolved into that thousand particle storm, which quickly shifted into the shape of the slug that the AI spoke of. "Business with this man is very lucrative, unfortunately the Jedi Order has taken interest in our business." Suddenly a pair of Jedi, master and apprentice, with their lightsabers ablaze invaded the light show. A holotape recording of their battle through a warehouse on Coruscant played out before the eyes of the hunters. "False information of a meeting between the organization's leaders has been sent through a known leak in Greegar's organization. This 'meeting' will take place in three days on Ylesia within a rented storehouse. Your strategy is your own, as is your means to eliminate the Jedi. All that is required is elimination of the pair. It is not required to take live prisoners, though it do not hesitate to take them should you get the chance."The ethereal light show drifted back into the shape of Umber's avatar for a final time, "any questions?"
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Nov 11, 2009 17:49:49 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Nov 11, 2009 17:49:49 GMT -5
{OoC: Crap! I didn't know it was my post >< I'm only home for a bit right now, but I'll try to post when I get home, I'm so sorry!
Edit: Here we go!}
Fierce excitement glinted in Bal's eyes as he watched the lightshow given by the Wicked's AI- the hunt was about to begin. He was sure he wasn't the only one excited for some action. After Umber asked if they had any questions, the large man grunted and shifted his stance, cracking his biological hand's knuckles in his silver hands before saying
"Yeh, I got one. Dun it make more sense to capture them if we can? I'm sure my friend Kaven and I would like to have a word or two with them..."
He chuckled, Bal was sure they knew what he meant- it had been oh so very long since he's had a chance to play, and all work and no play makes Balax Brason a dull boy. That was all he really had to ask, the mission was pretty cut and dry for the man, between the four Jedi Hunters, they'd be able to devise a plan to take those righteous bastards down.
After he asked his question, Bal moved from the holo table to the galley, fixing himself a cup of caf. If what the AI said was true, who knew when they'd be let out of this room. The big man moved back towards the table, kicking a chair away from the table before squatting down onto it, taking a drink from the gray metal cup as he did. The scalding hot liquid felt good, the Wicked was an oddly cold ship- something Bal and everyone would have to get used to.
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