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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:16:45 GMT -5
Ryl Mevek
The *pop-hiss* of a plastic composite suit being snapped open by blaster fire sent a cloaked and hooded figure spinning quickly, dancing backwards midturn as several more bright green bolts of energy shot past, ripping open, carterizing and destroying several more of the armor clad men who had just recently been surrounding the hooded man who was now rapidly leaping about with inhuman leaps and bounds, seeming to be unphased by the dangerous jagged terrain or the gunfire.
Almost as if bouncing into the night air the lightning fast form lept into the sky, flipping foreward, half twisting like an acrobat in the middle of his arc. A *snap* and the unmistakeable sound of a lightsaber erupting into beautiful vibrant life was next. Followed by a voice amplified command, " Scatter!! ". Too late, one followed by two body armor encased beings went down. Head rolling from one, torso sliding in half on the other. The smell of burnt flesh now a new aroma for the atmosphere.
The remaining three men were behind cover, blaster rifles aimed in the direction of the glowing orange blade held by the robed Jedi they were hunting. " Just surrender Jedi, and we won't bring any harm to you! " Human, that one. Had to be. The other two from what Ryl had seen weren't, one was a Twi'lek, you could never miss one of those. The other had to be Bothan... or someother fur-faced race.
Laughter came back in response. " That sounds tempting, however, I think you should be surrending so I don't have to hurt the three of you. You already gunned down some of your own to get to me. "
The Twi'lek looked in the humans direction then let out a shout of his own. " They were'nt ours, they were after you also Jedi... a lot are after your filthy Kiffar ass! "
Silence followed, then the voice spoke again. " Look, how about we come to an agreement. Pretend this encounter never happened, some already have died today. I'll spare all of you, if you just turn and go. "
Human's turn once more getting aggrivated. " Stupid idiot, there are more of us coming, you can't take everyone of us. " Annoyance hit, he decided just to speak by firing. " Blast him!! " He ordered the other two, ceasing to find this amusing.
Ryl Mevek snapped up his saber, deflecting the first blast sending it shooting back off towards the Bothan only to miss hitting rock, seering a smoking hole deep into the outcropping he was hidden behind. The second two shots he had to drop to the ground, slinging the saber upwards to smack aside another incoming blast, these from the Twi'lek. The Bothan was behind cover so he knew he wouldn't fire. At least anticipated he wouldn't.
Something slapped off of a rock and bounced towards the Jedi, causing his senses to whirl. Guiding him he lunged rolling foreward at the shoulders heels over head to twist as an explosion rocked the area he was just in, ringing filling his ears. Then muffled blaster fire. Not needing to hear them to know what was coming he rolled, keeping his saber high almost taking a shot in the thigh. His roll along the ground becoming a dexterous twist up to his feet. Without hesitating he snapped his right hand out the orange blade became a whizzing fan of destruction, spiraling towards the human, who had time enough to get out a *gurrk* before his body toppled in on itself.
The Twi'lek shouted something, nothing Mevek could hear. Somehow Ryl knew it was bad, even more so when he seen them rushing off together. Not from fear of him, that he could sense at least. A ship, a large one, with two fighters flanking it. Ryl's hand shot up, snagging the lightsaber from the air as it returned to him, gazing upwards as the wind began to whip about, tossing his hood back up over his head and cross his face, his brows furrow, eyes slitting as he extends the Force; feeling through the ship, around it and over it, looked like group A's reinforcements have arrived, hemused to himself. His saber snapped its orange gleam out of existance as his thumb rubbed over the lock, then switch. Sliding it back to its belt loop he dropped down sitting cross legged , resting his hands down upon his knees. Awaiting his captors, as he used the Force to soothe the throbbing ache that had become his brain, repairing the sensory damage the concussion grenade had done to him. Already sending out a telepathic distress to whichever Jedi minds he could reach. Feeling something abit more foreboading to all of this then what he could see on the surface...
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:17:18 GMT -5
Cryo Sjame
“Embrace the dark side, let it flow through you, focus your rage and attack! Yes, that’s it my apprentice, fuel your rage and kill them!” Cryo’s eyes snapped back from his Master, Darth Malice to the people standing in front of him, nodding he ignited his Sith Lightsaber and stepped forward…His eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly, sweat drenching his bare upper body. It was a dream, just a dream. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he moved to the edge of the bed and swung his feet of the bed and hopped down. He was currently on board his ship Requiem and was on his way to Coruscant to meet with the Jedi Council. Standing up he went about dressing and then left his quarters for the choobiepit.
Stepping inside of the choobiepit he flopped down with a yawn in his seat and started to check through sensors and make sure everything was still running correctly. The hum of a droid caught his attention as his Astromech droid T-8M7 rolled into the choobiepit.
“Hey Tate…you keep us on course while I took a nap?” Chuckling as the droid responded in a quick series of beeps and other noises he shook his head. “Why Tate, how rude.” Snickering he checked the course of the ship and saw indeed that they were still on course to Coruscant and they should be there soon. Leaning back in the chair he lounged for a minute, space travel was always so boring. His heart almost ached for something exciting to happen, and then he remembered the last time something exciting happened it involved him, Tate, and a few pirates over Onderon. The lights flickered on and off in the choobiepit for a moment and Cryo sat up quickly, looking concerned. “Hey Tate, go check out what could have caused that and I’m gonna contact the Council we might be a little late, contact me here in the choobiepit when you figured it out.” Something in the back of his head was telling him to drop out of Hyperspace right now, like a voice calling for help. Twitching he strapped himself in and slipped a communicator over his ear and contacted the Council first.
“Jedi Masters, you’re going to have to forgive me for my tardiness. I’ve just received what I think is a telepathic help distress from one of our order and I’m stopping to investigate. I’m in the Altyr system. Sjame out.”
His scanners weren’t picking up anything there was only one planet that he could see at the moment. “Tate, you figured out what the problem was down there?” A few beeps made him chuckle, such a personality for droid. Just a power flux. Shaking his head he wondered what he was doing here. “What the hell is going on?” His sharp eyes scanned the view screen and he saw something flicker. The answer to his question, a ship appeared soon after. Cloaking devices. “Tate! Strap in little buddy!” Grabbing the controls he took his ship hard to starboard and came up facing the ship who he hailed.
“This is Jedi Knight Cryo Sjame on a sanctioned mission for the Jedi Council. Please identify yourself immediately.” There was only silence until a laser blast rocked the shields on his ship. “Damn it! Tate! Double the power to the forward shields!” They were getting out of here; this is definitely the place where the telepathic distress signal emanated from. Out running the ship he switched the shield to rear and heads towards the planet. Entering the atmosphere he saw a large military style base and shook his head slowly. This was a little large of an operation for simple mercenary outfit or a pirate group. What was going on here? He landed his ship in a near ravine and exited the ship bound and determined to find the answers to his question.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:18:14 GMT -5
Ryl Mevek
Droids escorted Ryl into the Corellian Gunship. He glanced from left to right. Only six, he knew he could take them. The gunship, and the two starfighters he knew however, would turn him into ash. Patience. His Masters voice echoed through his mind. Feeling suddenly very at ease and humbled by mere memory of the powerful Jedi alone. Calming himself he entered a state of near nothingness flowing with the Force as he was marched infront of another Droid. Not recognizing any of these models he grew curious. Never having been one to pay attention to one Droid from another.
Metallic inhuman words came from the new Droid." Lightsaber. " It was a command, not a request. Who extended a hydraulic, gyro powered arm turning it palm up awaiting Ryl to deposit the weapon.
Reaching to his belt loop he heard several of the Droids shift, blasters alive and ready to fire if needed to do so. All trained on him. Dropping it with a *click* into the robotic hand. Moving from the path of the Jedi and the six the Droids all marched up the ramp entering the Gunship.
Corellian gunships not known to have much room within, made the robed Jedi feel abit cramped. Being led down a narrow passage-way towards his new quarters. A small four by four holding cell. Being shoved inside rather roughly he hit the opposite wall with a grunt. The butt of a blaster rifle nailing him in the small of the back. Not saying a word he turned around, sliding down the wall to come to a seated position, drawing his knees upwards. Draping his forearms across them.
" Remember to tell your Masters you were so accomadating to one of their guests. " His chin lifted up letting a few braids and thick hair fall about his shoulders and face, revealing the tattoos of his Kiffar heritage proudly etched around his right eye running down his jaw to vanish under his robes.
Droids, cold, and lifeless of course spoke nothing in return. Only turning to walk down the corridor.. Moments passed, Mevek decided noone would be showing anytime soon to explain the situation. Waiting and learning was the next best option. He rolled his shoulders into the wall, his head lifting up to press the base of his skull into it as well. eyes half close, his mind sought and reached outwards, riding the Force as he hunted out some answers or at least clues. The gunship lifting, fighters no doubt along side it to escape the atmosphere once more.
Disturbance... the only word that came to mind as he felt a subtle violent shift around him. The gunships cannons having opened fire on something" I wonder..." He focused again, seeking with his senses rather than trying listen, another Jedi, so soon. A faint smile formed on his lips, stray bands of dark hair dropping over the left side of his face, a familiar presence as well. Interesting.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:18:59 GMT -5
Cryo Sjame
There was something going on here and he wasn’t going to sit around and wait to be attacked to find out. Sliding the Com headset on he exited his ship and set foot down on the rock that covered the bottom of the ravine he had landed in. Keeping his eyes open he looked around for a path up out of the ravine and onto the higher ground which the base was on.
“Tate, keep the ship ready to launch and make sure there wasn’t any damage from that laser barrage, we might have to get out of here in a hurry.” Turning he ran towards the wall and jumped flipping through the air he landed on a ledge above him. There wasn’t any clear cut path to the top, but there were plenty of ledges he could jump to and make his way up. After a few moments he cleared the top of the ravine and started walking towards where he thought the base was. He lost himself to his thoughts for a moment. That Jedi Signal seemed to be someone close to him and it seemed almost familiar, he wondered who it was. Even more questionable then that was what was a lone Jedi doing on a planet with a rather large military installation? His thoughts shattered as a blaster bolt seared by his arm, nicking him and drawing a large welt on his left arm. Jumping back in surprised he cursed himself for not being more alert.
“Jedi come out to play!” It seemed to be a human voice and it was laced with pride as he jeered him. Cryo snickered as he slid his hands around his light sabers and took them off his belt, igniting them in a blast of silver. Snarling he jumped over the rocks and rushed his opponents.
“You do not know who you are karking with!” The color left the soldiers faces as they saw who was rushing them. This wasn’t typical Jedi behavior, but then again Cryo wasn’t a typical Jedi. His light sabers came up to deflect the blaster bolts being slung at him by the increasingly scared soldiers.
“Hurry blast him!” Their voices screamed out laced with fear as Cryo reached the first one, not even slowing down he spun to outside and lopped his head off with one precise slash and didn’t look back to see the head or the body hit the ground. Number two fell just as quickly as he stabbed both light sabers in under his rib cage and drug them out the opposite sides, effectively bisecting his body, much to the apparent horror of his companions. The other two dropped their blasters and took off running and Cryo followed them on foot, they were no match for the Jedi’s speed as he over took them and turned, throwing them both across the ground and into a rock outcropping with a Force Push, successfully incapacitating them, but not killing them. Deactivating his weapons he clipped them back on his belt and turned towards the installation, whose lights he could clearly see in the falling darkness.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:20:00 GMT -5
Ryl Mevek
No grasp of time in the small cell aboard the gunship turned prison Mevek had stayed as he was. Back against the wall, head down. Hair falling over his features, his eyes closed to the world. His thoughts open, seeking, searching, flashes of images striking through his minds eye.
Whatever had happened when they left the planet seemed to start a chain reaction of violence. He couldn't tell what kind but it was enough to get his pulse racing with anticipation, calming himself quickly killing the urge to be apart of it. To let the Force flow through him. He exhaled deeply from his lungs, with it the emotions he was building, focusing on black emptiness.
" It is a struggle Master. " He whispered to dead air. The rest of the journey a long silent one. The humming of the ship, the occasional clicking sounds the only thing to keep his mind occupied outside of his meditations. Soon he knew they were descending again, the ships gravity shifting as it adapted to a new atmosphere. The rocky descent and landing. Then the new thumping sounds of boots, humanoid by their footfalls. A hairless humanoid, with a tuskless walrus like head and a stringy reddish beard seemed to be the source. Stopping to stand before the Jedi's holding chamber.
Ryl stood to his feet, matching the creature in height both almost 2 meters tall. His eyes leveling on the Nimbanel. Who spoke in the galactic common tongue, " Greetings Jedi, I appologize for the harsh treatment in which you have undergone through transport here. However, we could not have your kind snooping around where you were not invited within the first place. "
" It wasn't all that uncomfortable. " The Jedi Knight offered a smile in return, his eyes however didn't hold that same smile. " Though, if you wished me to come for some tea and a conversation all you had to do was ask. "
The Nimbanel tilted its head to the side, making what could have been a smile in return. " Ahhh, where are my manners. Most sincere appologizing Jedi, I am Molga Foluss. The Overseer of this here facility. " He waved his hand down the corridor. Towards the entry hatch of the gunship.
" I am Ryl Mevek, representing the Jedi Council. " Bowing as best he could with a slight dip at the shoulders. " As I said though, not to be rude Molga Foluss... I would greatly enjoy being released and explained as to why I have been... abducted. "
Laughter, perhaps escaped Molga as he nodded towards the Droid on his left side, it's blaster raising it pushed the button on the side panel, opening it up to type into it. The shield holding Mevek inside his cell evaporated.
" I trust you would be kinda enough not to use your abilities around here Jedi, you may not see them but several other Droids await any hostile activity from you, and you are without your lightsaber. Let us be peaceful... for but a few at least. "
Mevek inclined his head, looking thoughtful a moment. " Of course Molga, if I may call you that. " Removing himself from the cell he stood next to his captor. Who began to walk ahead of him.
" If you would but follow me Ryl Mevek. I will show you around and explain. "
Following suit he made way after the Nimbanel and his Droid bodyguards. Several steps behind as they were now entering a docking bay, Droids, Nimbanels, Humans and an assortment of other races seemed gathered about. All of them busy on something or other. None seeming to pay much attention the the armed escort that paraded out behind the Jedi from within the Gunship.
" I am seeing alot of Star Fighters and Bombers here, Molga... are you preparing for a war? "
" Not at all Jedi, not at all, just say we are... being cautious. " His eyes roamed the hanger as they made way, into one of the tall ajoining halls. The same scene as inside the bay, people of all races along with droids of all kinds moving about. Working and mingling. " Where are we? "
" If I was to tell you that, I would have to have you executed Jedi. " The Nimbanel said almost casually with his back still turned to the Jedi as they walked.
Ryl didn't question whether or not it was serious, from all hes seen so far this man ment business. He decided to shift into silence, taking in his surroundings instead of wasting energy on talking.
A small hovering orb of a Droid fluttered into view, stopping near Molga's head. Several bleeps and blips escaping its spherical form before Molga took off a small wire from it, shoving it behind his ear. Whispering silently into the Droid before it zipped off again taking the mic wire with it.
" I must make my appologizing for a third time Ryl Mevek, for your next room will be just about as pleasent as it was inside the vessel. Perhaps worse. Guards, escort him to cell B-39. He is to have six guards at all times. We will speak again Jedi. I thank you for your time. "
Ryl stiffened a moment then did a curt bow. Aware the six Droids who were appointed guardians over him were moving in, closing in around him. " There is no need to... " Lashing robot arms struck out, at the end of each appendage was a prong, electricity whipping and crackling off in different directions from them flicking at molacules in the air. instinct forced Ryl to dodge the first, only to be grazed by another as he spun, thrusting his right foot out catching a third arm up underneath its hook sending the metal arm upwards, the smell of burnt flesh struck his nostrils just as pain laced through his body; his fingertips, and toes feeling as if they exploded. Agony struck, followed by cold, chilling numbness as his body toppled, a fourth and fifth electric gripper having connected with him one on the back and one in the side of the neck.
Ryl lay crumpled on the floor, his robes smoking, burnt and stinking from the elecritity that was just pumped through him. His body unable to move; was drug by the arms down the hall, fading in and out of consciousness the entire journey, trying to memorize the path they took but unable as a door was opened, and his body tossed foreward, rolling end over and to slam roughly into a steel wall. A rasp was released from his lips, before eyelids became far too heavy, and darkness swallowed him.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:21:00 GMT -5
Cryo Sjame
To his amazement he didn’t see any patrols while he was in the woods by the base. Not to organized he thought to himself. Looking up at the wall he stopped for a moment, just inside the line of the trees before it opened up to the base. He couldn’t just run in there with light sabers drawn, there were to many even for his almost unquenchable thirst for combat. Looking back to the wall a grin broke out on his face. Stepping forward he charged the gate the Force speeding him up when he reached the opening he disappeared from view and then as he neared the gate he jumped flipping and twisting till he landed on the other side. Excellent use of cloaking himself to remain hidden from the guards, he would have to be careful though, infrared cameras could still pick him up.
Dropping silently he moved past the first patrol and towards an entrance of a building. Pressing his back against the wall he looked around to make sure nobody was watching and he opened the gate and slipped into the building. This was going to work all he had to do was get to the command center and either find some records or a computer or find someone to interrogate. Stealthily making his way down the hall way he paused at an intersection and looked for guards and cameras. No cameras and only one guard. It looked like he was standing in front of the door where he needed to go.
“Damn it…” Sneaking towards him he waited till he was directly in front of him and then he struck out with a ridge hand to his throat. The guard didn’t know it was coming and his eyes bulged as Cryo’s hand made contact with his vital throat area, grabbing it he coughed as his windpipe was probably crushed from the force of the blow, it bent him over and about dropped him to his knees. Cryo slammed an open palm into his face, sending him flying up and onto his back, out cold. Smirking he opened the door and stepped into the command center.
The Commander of the base was in there and so were a few orderlies. Now was the time to reveal himself and to get the answers to questions he had. Coming into visibility the Commander jerked in surprise and went for his blaster, but already had the glowing tip of a silver light saber at his throat.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, that goes for all of you. If you sound an alarm or try anything I will not hesitate to sever your head from your worthless body.” Looking back to the Commander he smiled almost politely.
“Now you sir are going to answer all my questions that I have and I will leave you alone, and alive.” A slight hint of movement caught the corner of his eye as somebody reached out. Spinning he brought the light saber down on the wrist of the orderly who was a few seconds away from pushing a button. He screamed in agony as Cryo’s weapon severed the hand from his body.
“I told you not to move. Is there some part of this you don’t understand?” Everybody nodded as Cryo went back to the Commander. “What are you doing here on this planet?”
The Commander looked about nervously and licked his lips. “We are here to maintain a fighting force for our employer, in case of attack.”
Cryo nodded slightly and made sure the tip of his weapon moved a little closer to his throat. “And who is your commander?”
“I don’t know and even if I did I couldn’t tell you, they would kill me!” Kill him huh? He snickered as the almost touched the skin of the Commander.
“Kill you? Motherkarker I’ll kill you! What about the Jedi that was taken prisoner?”
“He was taking off planet on a ship with our employer.” Cryo handed one of the orderlies a data pad. “Download the coordinates in his data pad, now.” They did as they were told and handed him the data pad back. “Alright gentleman, you have been more then reasonable I’m getting out of here now.” Turning he backed towards the door, knowing as soon as they were out of light saber range they would trigger the alarm. Walking out he took off down the hall way as the alarm started to blare. Hopefully he could make it out before things got worse.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:21:45 GMT -5
Dyn'la Solus
“You would dare to return empty handed?”
Dyn’las willful eyes stared towards the source of the voice though she said nothing. The looming figure clad in a vibrant red robes paced from the far side of the room. A threatening growl repeated the question as the form stopped mid step robes left to sway slightly, “You return to me empty handed!?”
“Well lets see,” she paused, picking through her words, as she assessed the situation, “I’m here,” a quaint smile tugged at the corner of her lips, “and yes, I believe I’m, as you say, empty handed,” holding first her left, then her right hand palms up as she spoke.
No sooner had the words been born of her mouth did the table separating them quake with the delivered anger of two fists slamming against the surface, “Insolence! Will not be tolerated, if your life is of personal value!” “My life is worth more than personal value…” her expression sobered as she closed the distance showing no fear in doing so. The exhibition of fear in circumstances such as this would prove her vulnerable, in her mind, making her less worthy. Stance was always observed and taken into consideration, especially when trying to weave ones way carefully free of a world class kark up. “You see, I could grovel at your feet, begging for mercy,” Dyn’la laughed softly, teasing his ears with her pleasant tone, “Something I’m sure you’d take much pleasure in being witness to, or…” she paused not only in voice but step as her hip brushed casually against the side of the table now only arms length from the volatile one, “Or… I could remind you of all that I’ve accomplished, all that I’ve brought before you, and offer my next run at a fraction of the regular cost.” Her head tipped forward as she slid along the remaining length of the table towards Varul, Lord Varul as some would call him, not an official title of birth, but one acquired by years of intimidation and gained respect. While she bargained for her life, another chance, she accentuated the offer by taking to his side, one hand smoothing itself against his chest while her other plucked over the wrinkle of cloth until softly caressing the folds of his cheek.
Times like this she found herself thankful that he could not infiltrate her thoughts and know that she felt nothing short of disgust, that his very scent was so foul, she could scarcely share his breath without feeling nauseous. Varul was by no means handsome, not by her standards anyhow, yet the ability to be convincingly seductive even when sickened beyond belief had been well practiced.
A purr to her lips she attempted to sooth him further, the warmth of her body so near, like a heating stone placed against bare flesh, “Besidesss, you’d miss me if I were put down for my… insolenccce.” With her stance held, she accepted his movements, his face contorted with a ravenous smile while one hand of gnarly, yellowed claws slid up her back to take a firm grip deep against the free flowing sway of her hair. Heated breath leapt from her parted lips as he drew her head back, his voice noticeably masked as he spoke against her exposed throat, “I ask for a competent pilot, and I get a… delightful whore.”
Dyn’la stiffened against him in agitation, she hated him, there were no loyalties here on her part, but he was one of her largest financers, the meal ticket that kept her ship in top condition, her crew, or what used to be her crew satisfied enough to stay on.
“If I wanted a whore, I’d send for one,” he cursed, jagged teeth needling over the delicate flesh as he spoke. Then without warning she teetered to the side, not being thrown, but simply discarded in release as he walked towards the exit doors. This meeting was over, that much she knew, and it seemed she’d be leaving alive, warned, but very much alive. Quick to compose herself Dyn’la circled around the opposing side of the table her eyes upon him.
Varul was well aware that he held her attention fully and stopped short of the exit, he neither turned to acknowledge her visibly or made any attempt to soften his voice, “Return to me again empty handed, with wild tales of being a victim of piracy, and it shall be your last return.” The doors slid opened as if on cue and he left. She knew the way out, and would be gone before he even remembered that she’d even been there in the first place.
At once she returned to the ship hanger, her mind heavy with thought. Sometimes the dance of gray lines was a bit more than even she’d bargained for. It was no wonder so many chose either black, or white. And while she thought herself to be of white intentions more often than not, the black of personal greed dirtied her thoroughly and left her no place to be other than the gray.
Taking a moment she viewed her ship from a distance. Just as she’d left it, the entry ramp was still downed, well perhaps not so much, left it, but being promptly escorted from the ship to a dreadful meeting, it had been left opened. A handful of droids clambered about, normally they’d still be unloading cargo from The Netra Solus under her watchful eyes, but seeing as how there had been barely three lots left and the fact that she’d been pulled away almost as soon as she’d docked, they were already in the process of loading what would be taken to Smugglers Run, then Outland Station. It was irritating that she’d not been allowed to oversee what was being placed aboard, or how it was being placed aboard. While there was no doubt in her mind that it was not every day supplies, a good smuggler preferred knowledge over mystery.
Briefly her thoughts became interrupted, a welcomed disturbance really as she viewed Molga Foluss along with his typical bodyguards conversing with an unknown man. Turning to admire the scene further, she felt uneasy at first. It seemed she would not be the only one of the day with a less than gentle welcoming. A smile crept to her face as her eyes followed them until they’d exited the bay entirely, “Better him than me.” Taking idle pleasure in the mans poor disposition, until dismissing him from her mind.
Once the entertainment had gone, Dyn’la felt herself visibly sulking, she could still smell Varuls stench upon her person, it was enough to ruin even the hint of a good mood. Choosing to sort out what mess the droids would make of her cargo bays later, she vanished up the extended entry ramp and made a hasty retreat to her personal chambers.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:22:28 GMT -5
Anka
Sitting with her back to the wall, the thcin that was laying over her shoulder, slowly twitched back and forth as Anka struggled to figure out how she ended up in this place, in this situation, a prisoner yet again.
How could they really blame her, the jewel had been so gorgeous and she was only going to look at it and then put it back, but they didn't want to hear anything that she had to say. Of course the fact that she had insulted them really didn't help her cause any at all.
Standing up slowly to her feet, she looked down. The bastards had taken her shoes and left her in very little clothing. The short white skirt barely hung to the tops of her thighs and the short top was much too small, pushing her breasts together, the straps that criss crossed over her back tied much too tightly. Never-the-less she was going stir crazy and had to do something.
The hisses and pops that she heard from the droids that seemed to be continuously moving around was all she needed to hear, it was the same, almost like music to her ears.
Holding her right hand out in front of her, she whipped her wrist up and down in a fluid motion, slowly manuerving her hips from side to side, left leg held out straight with pointed toes as she hopped up one time before landing upon the foor that had been in front. She knew that they watched her when she danced and figured if the entertainment kept her alive, it was all that she needed to do.
Pushing her left hand forward, she brought her right hand back, her shoulders swaying from one side to the other matching the movement of her hips, her knees bending before pushing back up to her full height.
Raising both hands high above her head, Anka bent back, thrusting her breasts out as the thcin and thcun moved slowly with her. A solitary finger brushes across her lips and down her flat stomach tracing the same way again as she clasped her hands together.
Anka's concentration was broken as the door slipped open, a dergogative falling from her lips in her native language of Twi'leki at the sight of the someone being thrust into the small cell with her.
Jumping out of the way as the man was thrown before her, she watched in awe as he slammed into the steel wall, another curse word spoke as the door shut. With a walk full of grace, she walked over to the man and looked down at him.
The twin violet lekku upon her head, moving slowly, knowing that none would know what the motions meant, Anka knelt down to farther examine the new prisoner.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:23:06 GMT -5
Naro Mevek
Going on the second week in this accursed city, and yet the stench hasnt gotten out of Naro Mevek's clothing from the last mission he had undertook, yet that isnt what bothers him at the moment, what bothers him is the crowds, he was never accustomed to the bustling cities like the one he is in now. however, he does have to feed himself, the only thought that keeps him on course.
Today he had a run in with one of his informants, who proved to have some valuable information for his current mission. Naro had been tracking this certain black market ring leader for nearly the whole time he had been groundside with very little success, other then the taverns and home where the ring leader Kle'Penn has been spending his time. The information he had intercepted contained the whereabouts and time of a trade which is supposed to be going down that the Kle'Penn is supposed to attend.
"That's when im gonna make my move.", Naro thought to himself. Within but a klick of the destination he spots his target in a small speeder. Theres two passengers aboard the craft, the pilot is a orange figure with a grotuesqly disfigured face and a thick short horn in the center of it's head, on of the Advosze people, known to be excellent pilots as far as what Naro had learned. The other, Kle' Penn, his mark "Bug eyed bastards." he mumbles, a Rodian. With a twist of his wrist, his speeder bike fires up and begins to humm. A few paces behind the speeder, Naro follows.
Staying on a cleft above the ravine the speeder is traveling, Naro spots their rendevoux point. A small makeshift camp, set up to easily be taken down if they we're to be discovered. Luckily for the former Corporal Mevek, he hasnt been spotted yet and he is more then skilled to handle such a situation. halting his speeder on a small outcropping with a small cluster of rocks, perfect for cover for when he takes his shot.
Equiping his sniper attachment onto the DC-17m Blaster, his pride and joy next to his IG-2000, the ex-soldier takes prone position, steadying his breathing and concentrating his aim as he awaits.
Already having stopped their speeder at their campsite, the Rodian and the Advosze appear to be meeting up with a human, who was accompanied by a protocol droid and two labor droids, carting between them a crate on a hover-lift.
Steadying his aim on the spiny head, Naro fires, before the rodian had dropped the expert marksman moves his crosshair over the Advoszes' chest. Finger hovering above the trigger preparing to squeeze as a sudden alien yet familiar feeling struck Naro senses, spiraling him into a confused state. "Ryl, what trouble are you into this time." his eyes widden and narrow back to the task at hand, seeking out the Advosze, only to find a Battle Droid roaring to life, weapons charging, and his second target hiding behind it. "Oh poodoo..."
Before he could think there was a hail of blaster shots coming towards his postion. rolling out from behind cover with the hissing of plasma bolts melting rock around him. Without conciously thinking, letting his Kaffar battle instincts take over, he fires back, a burst of well aimed shots. unloading his entire cartridge onto the droids chest, without hestitaion Naro reloads. noticing the shots have no effect, the Mercenary realizes he has to get closer to his target.
Dodging back and forth between boulders using what little Force inherited senses he has Naro closes in. Readying a plasma grenade to shove down that robots mechanical throat. now withing ten paces of the intimidating droid, the Corporal's adreneline is coursing throught his veins in excitment. Suddenly, in mid stride he feels a pain lace through his left shoulder. Naro tumbles to the ground with a grunt, but he knows if he thinks about the knick in his shoulder he will definitly be distracted, which could prove fatal.
Shrugging of the pain of the shot Naro is face to face with the metallic monster. and effortlessly jumping up on the crate which the two labor droids are still holdin, Naro presses the grenades button and slams it into the large robots neck cavity. jumping back and racing behind the closest cover, the robot explodes in a massive blaze which the ex-soldier can feel sear the hairs on the back of his neck.
Quickly coming from behind his cover he searches for the pilot he had missed before. Naro spots the pilot heading towards the speeder as fast as he can. within the blink of an eye he whips out his Bryar Pistol and blasts the Advoszr in midback toppling him with a fist-sized, smoking hole punched through his torso.
Naro was a bit pissed cause he has no time to go and recieve his pay, but his brother is in trouble so he must get back to his starfighter and find out what type of trouble he has to help his brother Ryl out of, besides his pay will be waiting for him when he want's it, after all he did finish his assignment.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:24:17 GMT -5
Cryo Sjame
Rushing down the hall way he knew that he wouldn’t have any luck getting out of the base unscathed. The door opened up and he through a Force Push forward towards the group of soldiers, sending them flying outwards. Flipping over them as they landed his drew his sabers and ignited them landing and spinning turning into a death top. Hacking through soldier after shoulder he winced as felt a blaster bolt hit him in his back of his right shoulder. Could thing he had armor on it would have been a whole lot worse with out. There were more guards coming and he was starting to get overwhelmed. And that pissed him off to no end.
Growling he stopped and snarled at his attackers, “Your are all dead!” Moving forward he rushed them at the same time he entered a Sith Rage. It wasn’t like him to use his Sith knowledge, but he had to get out of here. His movements were almost impossible to track by the soldiers as he hacked and slashed and removed heads, limbs, and torsos from each other as he cut a huge bloody swath through the soldiers towards the main gate. The screams of the dead and dying only fueled the rage as he reached the gate and used the force to rip it free and hurl it through the air towards the base killing more and smashing it into the main building.
“Remember and fear the name of Cryo Sjame!” Turning he left the soldiers in pools of their own blood and ignored their screams as he raced back towards his ship. Guilt was already setting in as he realized that he had given into the anger and rage. Shaking off the thoughts he tried to justify it as survival, it was them or him. Reaching his ship he hopped down through the ravine and raced through the front door.
“Tate! Get us air born!” Shutting the landing ramp he quickly made his way to the choobiepit as the Requiem took off from the ground. No time to waste. Sitting down in the chair he programmed the coordinates into the computer and set the course as soon as they were out of the planet’s atmosphere. Calculating the jump to hyperspace he winced as he felt the burning hole that was in his shoulder.
“I need to be more careful, hey make sure nothing happens while I’m resting and fixing myself up. Alert me if anything goes wrong and when we leave hyperspace.” Tate let out a low whistle and Cryo left the choobiepit and made his way down to the improvised medical station. Pulling off his armor and shirt he looked at the blaster wound, it wasn’t to bad. Barely scratches like the one across his upper arm also. Shrugging he made his way down to his quarters and collapsed on his bed. That was fun…what was he thinking?
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:25:46 GMT -5
Ryl Mevek
An explosive gasp escaped him as he flopped over onto his back, his eyes shooting open staring at the dimly lit ceiling. His body wracked with pain, heart pounding feeling as though it was going to erupt inside of his chest, slowing his breathing, pacing his nerves he began to steady himself. Summoning the Force to his aid, letting it flow through his being, coursing like waves through his prone form. Washing away the aches, the unravelled nerves, aware there was someone near but at this moment his body was more important, the being near him didn't seem hostile, if so he would have felt that before he had even awoken completely.
Slowly pushing himself upright he let his head drop, hair cascading down to frame his features on each side like a shroud, still working his healing energies through his punished body. Reality pulling in on itself as he regained his composure. His eyes shifting under the curtain of hair to stare at the figure of the Twi'lek woman who was sharing his cell. Not saying a word at first until he gathered his thoughts," Who are you? "
He asked abit impassively, already staring through her. Finished revitalizing himself, his mind drifted elsewhere as he sought outside the cell, his preternatural senses seeking, searching, scanning around him as best he could. Hunting for what, he knew not. Just taking in everything, drinking in his surroundings, fighting back the building rage as he did so, the overwhelming desire to rip the head off of Molga Foluss, to tear his spine from his bloody corpse.... " There is no emotion... " he murmured reciting the Jedi Code to himself, using it as a source of focus and strength, heedless at the moment to anything the woman had to say. Reasserting calming over himself, as he began attempting to asess his situation to find a solution, and make sure he could escape this cell, to figure out what was really going on here. Molga was hiding something, something Ryl knew he was not going to let stay hidden.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:26:22 GMT -5
Anka
He was breathing, and in the stillness and quiet of the room she could hear his heart beating, well at least they hadn't killed him for whatever it was that he had done. Leaning over him Anka looked at his face as his eyes opened and he gasped, he didn't look injured or course if he had been what exactly would she been able to do about it.
When the strange man jolted upright, she pushed herself back with her hands, her head tipped to the side and the lekku entwined with each other, laying and resting above her breast, twitched and moved suddenly in a slow series of motions and slight waves.
Anka surveyed the man, looking at the marks that ran up his arm and around his eye. She knew what he was, but that still didn't explain why he was here. Whatever the reason he was here, he must have pissed someone off or been doing somethng that he shouldn't have been.
Anka stood as he spoke, standing in one motion with a push of her toes and a bend of her knees, the violet hue of her skin, seeming somewhat darker in the smallness of the cell. Her thcin and thcun moved wildly as she watched this intruder, still uncertain as to whether he would try and harm her.
Taking a step backwards, she explored her situation, hearing the man speak under his breath, but not quite able to make out what he was saying, he looked calm enough now and again showed no outward sign of being harmed.
Folding her hands in front of her and hold them at the waist, Anka stood up straight, words flowing in her native tongue of Twi'leki as she first asked the man if he was alright and than asked his name, ending her babbling with the answer to the question he had posed to her "Anka"
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:26:57 GMT -5
Dyn'la Solus
With a start she awoke, quickly sitting from her bed, the sound of a scream clinging to the air. At first she sat quite still, the pupils of her eyes dilating into cat like slits then opening fully to draw what light source was offered from the crack of the closed door. Nothing seemed out of place, aside from several discarded towellettes that had been used earlier to cleanse Vurals saliva from her throat, only to be scattered over the top of the small dresser near her bed. “Weirdo,” she murmured, realizing that she’d only been dreaming, but unable to recall what the dream had been about. Yet she still seemed unwilling to move from her place. What was the dream about, she thought, somewhat surprised that she couldn’t bring images to light.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she finally laid back once more, the soft mattress beneath, forming perfectly as if it had been made just for her. Turning her back to the door, soon facing the wall as to stare off into the nothingness that only the darkness could provide Dyn’la soon closed her eyes and fell into a more relaxed state of mind. The only clear image she could find focus on wasn’t exactly an image at all, but more a portrayal, one of heat. Wavering rays of heat, like those found while staring at a runway strip from a distance, but not at the runway, instead at the way a smoldering sun could draw radiating fume like vapors from it’s surface.
“To find focus on that which is without a focal point is to become embraced by yourself from the inside out.” Unusual words of wisdom that touched her heart as they had been spoken by her mother, once and only once. Never to be forgotten, and one day to be understood. She smiled as she lay in half slumber, that was a memory she could dwell upon and enjoy within the solitude.
For several moments she lay undisturbed, aware, but distanced from worry, the gray image of self she so often viewed when looking into the mirror drifting far from mind. But as it is with all good things, they eventually come to an end, and reality seeps back in, smothering away the pure and leaving only what kept safe within the shell of existence.
“Deen’LA,” her name, pronounced in it’s truest form rang out loud and clear from the other side of her door. Again she found herself scrambling bolt upright, blinking through the darkness to see the movement from the other side. And while it wasn’t customary for her to freeze like that of a small mouse mesmerized by the charms of a snake, it was all she could do. Sit and wait, frozen by that of the unknown. Don’t close your eyes she thought, whatever you do, don’t close your eyes, yet she did, tightly too. The air in her room changed, it was warm, and it reeked of something familiar as the door slid open. The soft hissing sound of it merging into the wall, accompanyed it in the most profound way. A sound she hardly appreciated until now, one that had simply been overlooked each and every time she passed. But now, it was the sound of encroachment.
“Act the part of a whore, and be treated accordingly within the very ship you fail to pilot effectively!” The voice was upon her, as were hands, despicable hands, razor sharp teeth gnawing at her tender chin as she turned away blindly, eyes still clenched shut. Why did she not fight back? React? Anything at all? Her mind was burning with question upon question, all of which seemed to outweigh the mass that had befallen her, pushing her deeper into the mattress, squelching the breath of her body. It was maddening to say the least, and then all at once she lay alone, her flesh chilled by sour sweat, but alone. Did she dare move? Every breath she claimed now answered that question for her at least, her chest rising and falling as if she’d been beaten without mercy, a fierce battle that had taken place all in her mind and nowhere else.
And then….
In unison her eyes opened, an image flickered before her, one that she would, for the rest of her existence never be able to wash free of her mind. Lord Vural stood, his crimson robes that before never seemed so alive flagged out to either side of his partially extended arms, slit down the center as to reveal not a smoothed stomach, but a crevice of flesh that gaped wildly, opening and closing as if it were a huge mouth capable of speech, of breath, of… eating. Thousands of razor thin teeth no longer than the length of a thumb tack, barbs by appearance colliding against one another as he stared down at her fully exposed in all of his rancid glory. “whores Banquet,” he snarled, “I’ve decided to collect personally from you, the shipment lost.”
Only then did she spring into action, legs drawing up and beneath her, to be used as a spring when she launched herself from the bed. whore or not, she’d never go without a fight, he’d not leave her personal chambers without the permanent reminder that he’d tangled with one of Cathar descent. At least that’s what she thought, until she ultimately froze mid leap, time slowed for her, while he had no problem what so ever in moving as fast as he saw fit. The first sound escaped her as he raped the breath of her chest catching her not only by the neck, but then knocking her with absurd force back to the bed, it was her scream. I screamed, and then I awoke. I screamed, and then I awoke.
And through that very scream, Dyn’la did wake, the shrill sound of alarm, a cry of impeding death filling the small room with such pitch that the rest of the ship could not be denied of it’s desperation, her desperation. This time would prove different however, for she was very much alive, and for a fact more than awake.
The very same towellettes came into view as she scanned the room that was far from ill lit, the overhead lamp alive and pulsing with a soft glow. Unless deactivated all of the lights were programmed to activate with continued movement. Her heartbeat slowed as she collected herself, standing away from the bed, stretching, knocking the still damp clothes from her dresser into the small waste basket. Aside from the scream, that could be easily explained if someone by chance had taken notice, Dyn’la now moved as if she’d never slept in the first place. There was much to be done, and it was well past time to leave this rock. She found herself wanting nothing more than to get her bird in the air, and break the atomosphere until comfortably sliding through the vast surroundings at unstoppable speeds.
Fast to exit her room, leaving behind the negative energy that could prove bothersome as she took on the more gung ho mannerisms of a pilot yearning for travel, Dyn’la began making her rounds to the first of four cargo holds. There was just no telling what the loading droids had been placing upon her ship, and while she wasn’t exactly in the position to refuse any cargo, not in front of Vural anyhow, she still preferred to know what was on board.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:27:47 GMT -5
Ryl Mevek
Reality seemed to come flooding back to the Jedi Knight as he drew back from the Force. Pushing himself up off the wall to stand he began to circle the cell, stepping around Anka as she had named her self. His eyes refocusing, dark orbs seeming to shift from black to brown as coherency struck.
" A pretty name. " he half replied. Still seeming as if he was in abit of a daze. His hands pushing palm flat against the wall, smoothing along it. His stubble ridden cheek soon flat against it as well, closing his eyes as he inhaled, once again connecting to the Force. " They return. We are removing ourselves from here now, be ready. "
He turned facing the door, his shoulders shifting at a slight angle almost as if he was getting ready to hurl something at the door. The same instant it began to slide open, revealing two Droids with blaster rifles standing within the door way, a sudden concussive blast of telekinetic waves lifted them violently sending both Droid guards scattering backwards through the air into the other four who were standing arrayed out behind them. Obviously the same escort that was here not but minutes ago to drop off the Jedi.
Ryl Mevek stood with his right arm extended, fingers splayed out. Having just released a powerful Force Push into the Droids, instantly his body became a blur of sudden movement as he lunged foreward through the door, his left hand snagging up one of the dropped blasters, spinning it to crash the heavy butt down onto the optical sensor attached to the metallic dome that was one of the Droids heads. His body almost like a dancer twisting in the center, a hard heel driving outwards in a strong side kick to slam into another Droids weapon, sending it staggering into the wall, tripping up over one of the other fallen Droids. The Force having already been drawn upon to aid his strength, adding deadly power to each strike he was sending out.
Flipping the blaster around in his hands a finger hit down on the trigger as he fired three quick blasts, two into the second nearest Droid and a third in to the abdomen of the Droid who was next to be on its feet. In retaliation a blast shot past him into the cell, ricocheting off the wall into the opposite.
Three left to discard, two on the ground scrambling to get up. The standing one was already taking aim, firing in rapid succession a series of five shots, Ryl's shoulders shot backwards his chest seeming to dip in as he whirled around dropping to one knee hitting a quick turning stop, fire going high hitting the hallway wall directly behind him, one off to his left and the other slamming into the rifle he used as somewhat of a shield, causing a shower of blue sparks to explode from the cartridge, hurling the weapon at the Droids chest, telekinetically assisting its speeding ldeath aunch into the Droid, the barrel jamming through the torso, popping and fizzing erupts from within the now terminated robot.
Wasting no time he hurled himself ontop of the two remaining Droids who were scrambling to gett up, his fist slamming up underneath the ribcage of the one who still had a blaster, coiling strong Force muscle enhanced fingers tightly into wiring and cables, ripping outwards, tearing out its mechanical innards. Sending fluids up past his shoulder, spraying across his face, neck and shoulders. Splattering oils onto his tattered Jedi robes. The other Droid was almost to its feet, its arm extended to a Blaster rifle attempting to re-arm itself, Ryl closed his hand into a fist, the Force causing the air around the Droids dome to crush inwards, the *screech* of metal being pressurized audible as a *zapfsshh* followed; the Droids shutdown body collapsing to the ground.
Ryl wavered, staggering to his feet, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he glanced over his shoulder into the cell. The flurry of battle having taken only mere seconds, yet on his body once he dropped his connection to the Force it felt as if it had taken an eternity from him. Slumping into the far hallway wall he waved the Twi'lek woman outside, " Come, the alarms will sound soon, we must escape before more arrive. " Weakly he leaned down lifting a blaster into his hands, charging it letting the weapon hum to life as deadly energy filled its chamber. " Keep up or hide, I will be moving quickly...if we lose one another I will find you again. " Once more his eyes seemed unfocused, seeing here but not seeing here. His attentions already lost to something else, something perhaps only he was seeing or feeling.
" They are about to sound the alarms. Run, now! " He yelled a sudden sprint sending him hurtling down the hallway to their left, the opposite direction of the docking bays. I must find out what is going on here for the Council. Another darker part of him also wanted to find Molga Foluss...
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 8, 2007 2:28:30 GMT -5
Cryo Sjame
Restful sleep and screams accompanied him as the met their journey to where the Jedi was being held. All he wanted to do was fight, he just wanted to meet someone in melee combat and have to actually fight for his life. Waking up he tried to calm his thoughts and his breathing. “There is peace…” Those thoughts were going to lead him back down to the dark side, back towards the hate and anger that once consumed his entire being. Letting out a shaky breath he stood up right as Tate told him that they had reached their destination. He had to keep his cool here; he couldn’t give into the rage that made him a better fighter. Standing up he slipped on just the upper part of his armor and no shirt underneath. Moving into the choobiepit he entered the landing codes and decided that he would Tate land the ship and he would be ready to rush the troops Snickering he moved back to the landing ramp and readied himself. This is when the fun started.
The ship landed much to the surprise of the troops patrolling the area. The ramp hissed and dropped to the ground, the troops crowded around the entrance peering it with guns ready. “Well hello boys!” Running he flipped out of the entrance the ship and ignited his light sabers turning himself into a spinning torpedo of combat. After dispatching of the first few people he smiled and started walking towards the area that he could feel the Force emanating from.
“Honey I’m home!” He wanted to fight now and grinned when some shoulders rushed out in their regular clothes holding blasters. Deflected bolts he rushed them and snarled. “Get out of my way!” Slashing off a leg he turned and stabbed a reverse held Lightsaber into the stomach of the nearest, spinning out he sliced the head off the next one. There was no point for him to even try and he lost control of himself again. Turning as the last one started to run he lifted his hand up and made a fist and started to choke the oxygen out of his lungs with a force. They were no match for him.
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