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Jul 26, 2007 21:37:29 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jul 26, 2007 21:37:29 GMT -5
((Give me more, where are you, what is your character doing? What does the floor feel like? Is the air cool? Is he hungry? What else is going through his head?))
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I get paid to kill bodies, and I enjoy my job. Any questions?
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Jul 26, 2007 22:39:03 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Jul 26, 2007 22:39:03 GMT -5
((Actually, I was planning on avoiding combat after you pulled the comlink. This seems to actually have worked out for me.)) ”How…unfortunate.” The Cathar said quietly as the Jedi activated his comlink. That accelerated things. She took in a deep breath of…quite possibly actual regret, but stopped from her next action when another, much younger, walked near the Jedi. She made no attempt to follow the Jedi as he made his acrobatic exit with the young one, instead choosing to do what she had originally intended to do. She disappeared. Having the Temple put on alert would complicate things, but this wasn’t the first time she had infiltrated the Temple. Neither did she have any intention on fighting this Jedi; she was going to need all her strength for what she had come to do. Besides, she didn’t have the time to waste, not for as small a measure of satisfaction as killing one nuisance would bring. A faint smirk came to her mouth as her communicator picked up the call the Jedi gave. Keeping a Jedi-issued comlink had its uses. She moved farther down the hall and around a corner and, with no assistance from the Force whatsoever, the Cathar leapt at the wall, bounded off of it, and latched onto an extrusion from the ceiling, hanging upside-down. Within a few seconds, there was a smoldering hole in the ceiling and the Assassin was on the level directly above long before anyone arrived in Hall 8. She did, however, leave a small present in the form of a large frag mine attached to the ceiling near the hole. Within twenty seconds, the Cathar was three levels up and nearly on the opposite side of the Temple, and well before the doors to the Sector had fully sealed. Not that they would have stopped her, anyways. She knew quite well how to defeat the security systems inside the Temple. It was going to take more than a few unimportant Jedi and a few doors to stop one of the few true Assassins. Child's play. That was what this was to her. Mere child's play. A game. But her goal was not. The Cathat knew perfectly well about the capabilities of the security systems in the Temple. Not even through thermal imaging was she visible; a trick she had learned from dealing with droids. Simply bending light around oneself wasn't always enough. When she was sure she was clear, the veritable hole in existence calmly made her way to the East Living Quarters. She had someone to talk to, and that someone never had their comlink on. Some Devaronians were just that way. The door to the Devaronian’s quarters slid open and shut with a hiss. A small trinket, a simple ring, clinked off the floor and past the meditating Jedi. ”I thought you might want that back.””Thought you’d never show up…Dani.””Are you ready, Jedi?””I suppose so…yes.”Less than one minute later, a life was suddenly no longer connected to the Force, and inside the Devaronian’s chamber lay the aged Jedi Master, lying peacefully on his back, arms folded across his chest, his left hand clutching the ring, and a neat hole burned through his heart. A whisper in a sandstorm. A shadow in a solar eclipse. A pinprick in a sea of burning pain. Something you could not hear, see, nor feel walked the long halls around the concentrations of Jedi and stopped in the hanger. Waiting. A dark presence removed its helmet and stared at the place it should have appeared, though nothing could still be seen. She sighed, replaced the helmet, and deactivated the security systems in the main hanger with ease. After the heavy doors had opened, she made her way to the small speeder she had prepared before entering through the main entrance. She was done, and now nothing tied her to the Temple, nothing compelled her to stay. For now, anyway. She would be back, of that she was certain. Finally, she let down the meditative state she had been holding ever since she had learned of the empath, and a trace of...not joy, but simple satisfaction leaked out into the hanger. Relief. Then the speeder died. With a mild curse, she took a piece of the engine's cover off and started tinkering with it. ((Catch me if you can boy-os ))
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projectsunfire
...oh how we miss him...
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Jul 27, 2007 11:08:46 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jul 27, 2007 11:08:46 GMT -5
Two days later...
Araon stood before the council, with Scylla slightly behind him and to the right. He had been dreading, and eagerly awaiting this meeting. He had goosebumps running up and down his skin, which seemed to tingle him to the core. He wondered if a mandovial string felt this way as it was plucked by a musician.
The room was well lit in the Coruscant morning sunlight. Already the skylanes were full of people heading to their morning jobs, caff stuck between their legs. His empathic abilities sensed the Council's feelings. Not pride, slight amounts of fear, no anger, something akin to contemplation... Calm... As was the force. Calm... So calm, like a mountain lake, but warm. There was no darkside here. He could even sense the crystal within his lightsaber adding to it. Like a drop of water in the sea.
He leaned down and whispered in Scylla's ear, " Do not speak until you have been addressed Young one." He said quietly and stood, awaiting the councils wisdom.
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Jul 27, 2007 11:36:48 GMT -5
Post by niben on Jul 27, 2007 11:36:48 GMT -5
"Do not speak until adressed, Young One." Scylla glanced up at who seemed to be his new master, and nodded slightly. He was wondering if he could be his apprentice or not. He had seen many apprentices be declined before, but Scylla was confident enough that he would be chosen. He tried to keep a straight calm face like Araon, but it was hard because in his head, he was excited and scared at the same time.
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projectsunfire
...oh how we miss him...
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Jul 27, 2007 12:07:40 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jul 27, 2007 12:07:40 GMT -5
Araon could empathize the young ones feelings. They came to him like waves. It occurred to him to try something new and different. He oppenned himself to the force and through his empathic abilities he made himself a conduit, for the child. He let the calm, emotional relaxation, of the Council flow through him and so into the child. Adding his own bolstering courage to the mix. He would feel it almost like, a warm breeze, he would think, or a calming thought. Peacefullness.
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Jul 28, 2007 15:38:26 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jul 28, 2007 15:38:26 GMT -5
Araon stood tall as he was addressed by the Council. His face was straight. His cloak recovered and cleaned.
"Tell us of what happenned. You claim to have followed the intruder, but you broke off engagement? Why?" One of the hooded figures spoke softly. Araon sensed a calm consideration from him. The bottom of her face peaked out of the shadow of her cloak.
"I was attempting to keep the Youngling from harm, master. Their lives are precious. They need time to learn, and to have one struck down by one such as the intruder would have been a loss the Order could have done without." Araon said keeping his voice even, and soft. He looked from council member to council member. Waiting for their wisdom.
A Zabrak, to Araon's left spoke. "You and the Youngling did fairly well with attempting to trap the intruder. Had our security not been so easily breached, we may have stood a chance at trapping them." His hidden face turned toward his companions.
"Yes, we will have to increase security here in the temple. The Jedi Master who was killed deserves as much." Said a blue skinned Arkanian. "It is the Councils suggestion that you take the Youngling as your Padawan. We will busy ourselves with the improvements of security here at the Temple. Oh yes, and take that sith craft with you, I take it the Republic Military never got back to you on it?"
"No master. It seemed they were busy with more important matters." Araon said his voice taking on a worried tone.
The council mumbled to one another softly for a moment. "That will be all Araon An'mar. Go forth, may the force be with you."
Araon bowed low and nodded to Scylla who followed him out of the makeshift council chambers.
As the doors closed behind him he turned to his head toward his young companion. "Well now, Padawan. Time to train." he said to Scylla with his eyes gentle and his smile knowing.
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Jul 28, 2007 16:04:03 GMT -5
Post by niben on Jul 28, 2007 16:04:03 GMT -5
While Scylla was walking with his new master, he was watching around him, seeing Jedi Knights, Padawans, and Teachers walking through the halls. He wondered where he and Araon were going. He recalled the Jedi Master saying something about a sith ship in their control. He was deep in his thoughts at the time.
As they entered the Hangar, he spotted the sith ship. It seemed like we wouldnt be making a very safe trip. "I dont have any friends i can talk to so i imagine were leaving immediately?" Scylla knew he still had to pack, but it wouldn;t take him long. As they walked toward the ship, Scylla asked, "Where are we going, Master?" He kept walking, his eyes glued on Araon, waiting for a reply.
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Jul 28, 2007 16:47:25 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jul 28, 2007 16:47:25 GMT -5
The two walked from the council chamber to the Hangar, Scylla never leaving his side. It seemed almost as if he were afraid to go out on his own, but Araon knew better. Scylla was just unsure. 'There will be plenty of time for that during his training.' The smell of sublight fuel was pungent in the hangar. When they stopped before the Alcove that the ship was stored in Araon tapped out the code to open it. Slowly the doors slid open with the crunch and grind of greased metal.
"I dont have any friends i can talk to so i imagine were leaving immediately?" Scylla asked. After a brief amount of hessitation, he asked "Where are we going, Master?"
Araon looked over the fighter to be sure there were no missing parts, or tampering. From the readout station he looked at the technical readout and responded loud enough for the Padawan to hear him. "We are going to Alderaan, Scylla. We will begin there. We're going to take the ship, so I will need to make a few modifications. I'm no Mechanic, so they may be slightly uncomfortable. We arent going to far though. Go ahead and pack the things you want to take with you." He said prepping the ship for launch, and added, "Pack light."
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Jul 29, 2007 0:45:12 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jul 29, 2007 0:45:12 GMT -5
(Araon has briefly returned to his quarters)
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