Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 22:37:02 GMT -5
Ryl Mevek:
Ryl Mevek stood staring out the portal into space. Moving to look down at the nav computer. A flash of irrititation struck his being before he spun around, using his senses to find the captain of the ship. Almost about to approach her but deciding against it, " Not at all Coruscant. " He mumbled to himself as the glow of the nav computers lights beamed onto his tattoo'd face. Shadowing the hollows and creating extra edges.
Already he looked healthy, and alive again; thanks to the rest he had and the use of Force to heal himself, revitalizing his system. The sunken look of his eyes gone, his skin tone holding a darker flush to it, energy obviouly filling him by the way he held his shoulders, and moved. His clothes were still in disarray; wearing only a black ripped undershirt, tan pants, utility belt, and wrap up boots. The towel from around his forehead having been removed, along with his robes to be tossed into the trash disintegrater.
He turned away from her choobiepit area; thinking she should have locked that before she wandered off to wherever she was aboard the vessel, the annoyance at her lie, starting to fade as he willed it away as best he could. Not doubting she would be annoyed herself that he left the galley area. Placing himself back inside of it he paced. Back and forth, one end to the other. Stopping in the center after pacecounting the rooms distance from one wall to ther other he began breathing in counting breathes out as he drew up his lightsaber, igniting it. His eyes closing as it came straight up before him.
Twirling it once he then spun, swinging at the air in a precise slash that stopped almost as if it had hit an invisible wall, the point hovering before him. His grip reversed, pushing the orange glow backwards behind him letting it thrust out as if he was attacking something to his rear..every movement having its own step to it, his legs shifting, sliding, hips, torso, shoulders all moving much like some dancer of death as his kata continued, effortless and graceful. The skills of a Master, he flowed swinging the glowing lava colored weapon in expert manuevers. Killing time while he waited for her to show herself.
" Smugglers run. " He hissed to himself yet outloud during the end of one artful lunging-slash. Dark eyes turning almost black as he refocused on what he was doing, losing himself in his exercise.
Ne’tra Solus:
Ne’tra Solus slipped from hyperspace in a jerky transition. The ships thrusters working immediately to counter act high speeds of light year travel into a slow crawl as it neared the astroid cluster known to be Smugglers Run. Dyn’la found herself waking by the shift of her craft, crates groaning as they pulled against the straps holding them into place while her left booted heel slid without warning away from her curled form. With the drop of her heel, so dropped the very knee her forehead rest against and forward she moved. Reflex brought both arms away from the center of her person, each bracing against the crate to either side as she gasped. While she’d not intended to lose herself in sleep, it had happened and she’d been nearly dead to the world surrounding her. The muscles in her shoulders strained as she held her contorted pose, head lifting as the lights above flickered to life due to the movement below. A mild shiver relayed through her body, the containment area kept at a lower temperature than the rest of the craft taking its toll. By routine habit she viewed her surroundings, recalling the frame of mind she’d been in while choosing this particular area to seek refuge within. The underlying tone of guilt that had captured her all but vanished. Business was business, and that was to be her main concern. With minimal effort she pulled herself into a kneel, lower back aching as she moved.
“Who needs a bed,” she whispered, hints of sarcasm lining the words. Fingers extending then hooked into the thin strap tracing the crates to either side she began to stand only to teeter off balance in the process. Ne’tra Solus stumbled through space unexpectedly, like a runner tripping over a protruding root in the ground. Alarms sounded within her mind, a groggy mind forced to focus sharp though she said nothing. There would be no further hesitation on her part, standing, taking up her coat and draping it over her right arm to conceal the sleek sleeve gun, fluid motion drawing her from the hold into the bay, each door she passed through anticipating her path until she stood stoic within the choobiepit. Scanning the console she growled at her own tardiness. The droid was not at fault, it had been ordered to contact her only when they came to space surrounding Smugglers Run, which was now.
She should have been more specific, and said, before we leave hyperspace. Leaning over the back of her seat, absent mindedly discarding the coat to the floor as she did so, Dyn’la stared through the portal at the larger than life cluster they slowly approached. To stop the ship for any moment of collective thought was a gamble, especially here, even moving at this slow pace was a danger. The scum of the galaxy traveled here, one always needed to keep up their guard, or find themselves racing through the field for a fast escape.
“You know the routine,” she said in a calmed voice as she circled the chair to sit. The leather exterior of the seat mocked her presence with a squeak, then several more as she found her comfort zone.
Cryo Sjame:
The feelings of rage really picked up when his adrenaline dropped back down to normal levels and he started to feel the pain from the blaster wound in his naked side. Stopping as they walked he pulled a combat dressing out of one of the pouches on his belt and applied it to the wound. A sigh of relief left his lungs as the medicated pad started to ease some of the pain. Reaching a door he rose his hand up and opened it with the force, the doors were locking down in the facility. People were panicking, thinking the Jedi were here to slaughter them. Not the Jedi, just Cryo.
“I don’t think the people are willing to fight me anymore, but droids are still another issue. They are still around and ready to blast us, so unless you wish to fight with them you can grab a blaster or something. Or if you just want me to do the dirty work, stay behind me and I’ll make sure no stray blaster shots catch you.”
Chuckling he opened another door only to have it turn into a growl as he came face to face with a droid. They moved at the same time, except Cryo didn’t go for a blaster rifle like the droid did. He just pulled back his fist and then smashed it right into the droid’s metallic head taking it clean off its body. Thank The Maker that most of his right arm was cybernetic; otherwise he probably would have broken his hand. Stepping forward he kicked out knocking the droid flying backwards into his companions. One more step and he flipped over the metal security desk and then pulled Anka down with him as the blaster bolts started slamming into the desk as they scrambled for cover themselves.
“See what I mean? Bloody droids don’t ever give up!” Holding a blaster of the top of the desk he started popping off shots towards them, he sure as hell wasn’t putting his head up there quite yet.
“karkin things, wish I had a nice Ion grenade to toss over there. Should remember to pick some up in the immediate future.” Snickering he leaned out around the edge and started shooting again.
An’ka:
As the two moved on and the Jedi Cryo spoke to her, Anka nodded her head, seeing the fear of the people that were left in the city as they made their way through. She just smiled as he offered to protect her, very noble of him to say the least, and for now she would let him if he thought that was what he needed to do.
Reaching behind her, she slipped her hand inside of her bag and pulled out a silver colored handle, staying close to the Jedi as she saw him come face to face with a droid. Anka watched in awe as he knocked its head clear off, glad that she was not on the other end of that type of hit.
Listening, she heard the approach of something behind them, giving her wrist a flick as a long pike like stick slipped out of the silver colored handle, pushing the blue button at the center, it began to vibrate at a rapid rate of speed. Crouching, she slid one leg out in front of her, swooping the red hot pike at the knees of the droid that was coming up behind her, grinning as they were cut clean off.
Sticking the sharp point of the pike into the floor, she catapulted herself up in the air, twisting and picking the pike up at the same time,as she landed, swinging it at the back of the other droid’s head before it ever even knew what hit it. With her free hand, she reached into her bag again, drawing her blaster and pushing the button, her lekku moving wildly as it charged with energy. Turning swiftly she fired at the last one that she saw coming towards them, a barrage of smoke filling the space where it’s chest had been.
Stepping over the pieces of the broken droid’s, Anka stepped up beside Cryo smiling at him as she remembered what he said about her grabbing a blaster or just letting him do the dirty work. Sliding the blaster into the waistband of her skirt, she pushed the button on the hilt of her pike, the vibration receding and with a flip of her wrist, the long stick slipping back into its sheath “As you can see, I have my own.”
Ryl Mevek:
Covered from head to toe in sweat, Ryl collasped to the floor folding his legs underneath him, dropping his hands to his sides, the unactivated saber clutched in his right palm. He still wasn't happy about the current location they seemed to be in, knowing full well where they were. Yet he chose to say nothing for now, just burrowing a hole into the wall with his stare.
Letting his mind create a hole, in which he put all emotion. All thought, simply existing as he was, the Council would hear of his findings. He somewhat dreaded Cyro returning before he did, knowing full well the Council would sense a shift in the Jedi. One they will worry about, and perhaps even push the unfavorable upon the young Kiffar. This caused him to frown, even though he was killing off emotion as best as he could.
More worry was brought to his mind, what of his brother? Had he felt his presence when he was back there, or had it been a figment of his imagination. He chose to take the latter answer, finding it unlikely his brother Naro would have followed his telepathic beacon, not even sure how truly advanced his Force abilities were, knowing from what he remembered they were not that far along, it was something he never practiced, something he didn't even seem to want. What of the twi'lek, he wondered as well, had Cyro been able to save her, so many questions that wouldn't have answers untl he reached Coruscant.
He shifted his eyes up from the wall to stare towards where he felt Dyn'la to be, somehing about her tugging at him, something about her more than he expected. The Force. Another like his brother, untrained and seemingly uncaring of that, that confused him with some. Why possess such a gift and not try to learn it's full extent.
He inhaled, his chest rising as he then exhaled, with the wind released from his lungs he put aside all the overly critical thoughts he found running through his mind, he had other things to think of, what was in the syringe for one. Reminding him... unlatching one of clasp on his utility belt pouch he withdrew the broken needle, examining it, the liquid inside was a pale blue, thick and filmy, small wormlike creatures swam in the fluids, a disgusted look crossed his face as he shoved it away, removing the pouch from his hip, to set it aside, next to where he was sitting. Something new, something the other Jedi would surely wish to see and learn more of...
Cryo Sjame:
As the fight in the facility raged on Cryo found himself not thinking about combat, put thinking about the Council. They would sense the change in him and they could even be to the point of exiling him and stripping him of his connection to the force. It was surprising on how his thought patterns changed when he was using a blaster then in the heat of battle with his light sabers. Visibly shaking his head he turned as Anka propelled her self into the fray. He watched her lithe movemetns as she fought off a droid with a vibropike and then blast another to finish it off.
"Impressive, I rather enjoyed watching that." There was something about fighting that he really enjoyed. Testing himself against someone else in a deadly dance made him feel great. He liked to fight and that was probably why he was constantly fighting his emotions. Emotions like hate, and rage fueled him when he was fighting and they made him dangerous to himself and especially to others.
" I see well, hopefully we won't have to fight anymore on the way outta here. " Turning he backtracked the way he came with Anka in tow until he reached the place where he ripped the door out and flung it across the courtyard. The courtyard was still full of bodies, the few he left alive had managed to crawl off for now. "My ship is this way, after we make it there were home free." Touching the Comm unit in his ear he waited to hear Tate's beep. "Tate fire up the engines we're blasting outta here as soon as we get back." There was a series of beeps and drones. "Yes we, I've managed to make a friend other then you."
An’ka:
Her breasts heaved up and down as she breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath from the excursion that she had just displayed. Her body wasn't as used to it as it used to be. She hadn't been in a fight in a long time, not since before the last time she had been taken as a slave.
As Cryo spoke of the enjoyment of watching her, the lekku that were lying snuggly across her her shoulders, waved slightly, the tchin a little more than the tchun. "Thank you." Of course he had enjoyed watching her, most men did, no matter if they were Jedi or not, so it didn't offend her in the least.
Anka followed behind Cryo, looking at the mass of death and destruction that he had seemed to leave in his wake. Perhaps she wasn't as safe with him as she thought, but surely he wouldn't do anything to harm her, he had been sent to help her.
Murmering to herself as Cryo talked to whomever was on the ship, she was shocked at the amount of people that lay dead "Hoohah Nee Choo. Jee Tinka Ta Jedai Sa Loca Um Dopa-maskey."
She would have to watch him carefully, she wondered if Ryl knew of the things that he was capable of and if he wasn't then she would be sure to tell him. But for now she was in his escort and apparently that was about to change when they reached the ship.
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Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 22:37:48 GMT -5
Ne’tra Solus:
Slowly Ne’tra Solus took form as it still lingered along the outskirts of Smugglers Run. Some preferred to skim unnoticed, cloaking holding them from visible sight, but others, Dyn’la for example felt it was better to announce her arrival. She was well aware of the tracking devices used within at least two of the three large asteroids, and had been taught that sometimes hiding is not always the best policy. Feather light her hands moved over the control console, shifting one small lever up, while another moved down by the heel of her palm.
“Cloaking deactivated,” she said with much delay as if she seemed distracted by one particular gauge that held her attention. A hollowed tapping sound followed her voice as she pecked over the surface thoughtfully, perhaps expecting the meter within to change it’s mind by her will. “Lower than I care to see it,” her hand withdrew, “after we dock, I expect the usual maintenance, if you come across something unusual, anything at all, report to me, pay special attention to…” the robot nearby spoke in a chatter, binary language at it’s finest. While she didn’t know what exactly was being said, she understood. It was a hard habit to break, speaking to a robot as if it were an unknowing child. After all, this was her ship, and trusting a machine, crafted by machines had been no easy task.
“Fine… Fine!,” she concluded, her nose wrinkling with feelings of disdain until the outburst had ended. In a soured grumble she shook her head, being undoubtedly cursed by a droid for down talking was a common occurrence, but still irritating. Busily overseeing the new path of her ship, the two worked nearly silent in unison. Sending out an encrypted message to Skip 3, more undeveloped than 1 or 2, Dyn’la sought out landing rights, her ship easily recognized as well as the pilot. Then they closed in on the first of many asteroids. The closer they became, the smaller the ship appeared, until they were little more than a dot in comparison.
Stead fast hands and eyes were put to the test as they maneuvered in and out, through and over rocks of varying sized, craters so large that the ship could have easily been landed within. But there was more to seek than a mere hiding place. Something of the return always left her feeling exhilarated and ill all at once. This jaunt through the cluttered field had thus far proven uneventful, but memories of the past kept her on guard. One could never be overly cautious in such territories, she was not the exception to the rule.
As the fleck sized craft drew near Skip 3 a short return message blipped over the text screen near the center of the console and Dyn’la sighed as she leaned into the back of her seat. Slowly a metallic door, patched with many shades of gray began to open. It was massive in size leaving her to feel much like a bug simmering around inside of a glass jar while a huge hammer loomed overhead. From here she allowed the robot to take control, her watchful eye appraising the easy landing as there was no rush in doing so.
After the large asteroid known to be Skip 3 had swallowed Ne’tra Solus from orbit, docking complete, Dyn’la stood without a word from her seat and retrieved the coat that had been carelessly tossed to the floor in a pile. The altercation of earlier was little more than a distant memory, as now she came to remember that she not only had questionable cargo in need of removal, but also a Jedi that would at the least be unhappy with their stopping point. Coruscant indeed, she thought, her eyes vibrant with the demeanor that had consumed her after resting. Long strides lead her through the doors, one after another opening then closing in her wake, only to stop short of the galley door as it slid open. Upon entering she’d already slid the coats snug fit over her right arm to conceal the sleeve gun, soon her left as she glanced about the room.
The air in the room felt thick, heavy scent of the male catching her attention as she focused upon him. Somehow the novelty of trust shared between them seemed to have dissipated. While his expression did not relay what his mind may have been thinking, she could sense that things were different.
“I trust you found undisturbed rest?” she asked plainly as she continued to smooth the coats length into place.
Cryo Sjame:
Stepping over the bodies he showed little remorse, they fought him. They died and he survived, survival of the fittest he though. Except he had an ace up his sleeve, he was very well trained and very good at what he did. Clipping off his lightsabers that were on his belt he undid the buckle on the belt and dropped them to the ground. He had no need for them now. Turning he kept the cool metal cylinders in his hands for a moment. Sweeping a hand out towards the bodies he spoke quietly, "these guys decided that they wanted to fight me when I arrived, as you can see it wasn't a wise decision on their part." Chuckling he started towards the that he ripped free earlier and down the road to where he landed his ship.
He was almost dreading going back to Coruscant, he hoped Ryl would get there first and calm the council down before Cryo had to step in there and explain to them what had happened here. What was he going to say? He went nuts and started massacring people. Hopefully a holovid of this stuff didn't come out. Looking down he winced as he stepped over a severed leg. "Wow, didn't see that the first time I strolled here." His eyes narrowed when he saw a darker skinned guy get punched to the ground by two other guys. Igniting his sabers he rushed towards them, spinning them around around with a flick of his wrists, it was time to start another deadly dance of death.
Ryl Mevek:
Craning his neck to the side he stared across the room at her, from his seat upon the floor. Inspecting her he managed a small tight smile, shoving himself up off of his knees with his hands to stand up, one his way snagging the pouch containing the vial, latching it back onto his belt.
" My rest served well enough, " pausing a second before speaking again, "So, I take it we are not in Coruscant. " He said, knowing already they were not, have phrased that more as a statement than a question. Just wanting to hear what she had to say in return though.
He rubbed his forearm, tightening the band around it as he did so, cording a knot up just below his elbow. Having already torn his shirt abit more to make it look like it was ment to appear the way it did now, tattered around the neck, and torn at the sleeves, making him not in the least appear as the garbed up Jedi he was originally. His muscles still taunt from his earlier exercise, scars riddling his tanned arms, neck and shoulders where they could be seen.
Ne’tra Solus:
Unsure of what reaction she’d expected from the Jedi, Dyn’la had remained closer to the door without looking too leery of approach. His smile disturbed her, though it was pleasant enough, it spoke the unspoken.
“It must have been good enough, you appear to be in better health,” she said as her hands met at the small of her back, the crease of her coat parting just enough to reveal a well worn gray top, typical wear of a pilot that followed no allegiance beyond their own area of interest. The eagerness of his inquiry led her to believe that he was very much aware that they were not docked in Coruscant, she smiled as a result, languid steps to follow as she moved closer to him. No fear, she thought, as she shook her head in jest.
“No Ryl Mevek, we are not in Coruscant, but you knew that already,” a soft laugh played over her lips as she stopped no less than three steps away from him, eyes roaming his attire until focusing upon his expression. “I appreciate your situation, I’ve been more than hospitable, and now I expect that you will appreciate mine…” her voice smoothed into a sultry tone, not intentional, but of habit when regarding those of the opposite sex. “We each have things that must be done, and while I surely could have proven noble, disregarding my own objective, I felt that my interests were just as important as your own.”
She turned as she finished, her voice considerably lower than before, “If the payment for your return to Coruscant is gracious, I am more than willing to see you there aboard my humble ship, however, if you feel that my delay will take far too long, you are of course free to find another ship to commandeer.”
Ryl Mevek:
" Much better. The Force has many uses, you should know that though shouldn't you Dyn'la Solus " His first words back to her, measuring her with his dark gaze.
" A journey of even a thousand miles begins with a single step, even if it is in the wrong direction... " He shook his head at his own words his stare lifting from her, suddenly reminded of his Master. Sighing he looked towards her once more. " True enough, " He seemed not in the least to notice the change in her tone of voice, as he continued to speak. " I have never been to this sector of the galaxy, so this should be educational to say the least. "
" You did however say we would go to Coruscant, I hope that will you hold yourself to this. I am not the one who this if for, lives could be in danger. I see black clouds on the horizon, and I may hold upon me a clue to finding out just what it is that we may be facing. " Not thinking about why he said we to her, he simply stuck it out there into his words.
Hesitating for a second as he asked her, " You do not have any clothing my size perhaps? What I have is rather worn and... I would like to fit in with the locals as best as possible so we don't draw more unnecessary attention. Molga's companions may have sent others after me... and yes, the payment will be very gracious. I might even be able to line you up with some more work if you are interested. "
Ne’tra Solus:
“you should know that though shouldn’t you” Upon hearing that small phrase coupled with her name Dyn’la turned to face him once more, her eyes vicious as if trying to disguise a look of stunned hurt. What he meant by that, she did not know, unless he assumed she knew more of the force than she truly did. Unwilling to be the first to look away, she retained her silence as he spoke. Only when he spoke further did her gaze soften, a subtle nod of her head snapping her back into a more dismissive mentality.
“Wise words,” she said in an appreciative tone, her left hand playing over the single button to the center of her coat in a fidget. “I’m sure I have some clothing that would be more appropriate, as to their fit, I suppose that is a matter of personal taste. Cause me no troubles as I’m here, and I will gladly escort you to Coruscant, but…” her mind ran through all of the possibilities, thinking that he could certainly screw things up for her if he chose, “If you force my hand, I will not lie to you here or now, I wont hesitate in leaving you behind in whatever nasty situation you’ve landed yourself, or us, in…”
There truly was no “us” as far as she happened to be concerned, though the promise of a hefty payment made the trip to Coruscant a more desirable one, considering that she’d not only be paid for the trip here, but then an unexpected one as well. With her cards played correctly, she saw visions of better ship upgrades and possibly even a cozy resting spot that she could affectionately consider a home. Not that she ever stayed in one place for all that long, but one never knows what the future may bring about.
“Come,” she said plainly, already heading towards the door. If he were lucky the crew quarters would afford him a nice change of clothing, though she had no idea what remained in the dresser.
Ryl Mevek:
" I wont hesitate in leaving you behind in whatever nasty situation you’ve landed yourself, or us, in…” His lips broke into a short forced smile, " Well, we don't want that do we. I shall behave as best as I know how then. "
He motioned with his hands holding them open as if in some form of passive gesture. The lightsaber having been placed back at his belt loop some while back, knowing he would be able to conceal it within' whatever clothing she brought along.
" A blaster might help as well. " He added in thoughtfully as he moved after her, musing to himself. His mind toying with what it is she could be doing here, not sure if he wished to ask or not. Time was of the essence though, yet he wouldn't push, this woman seemed as though the more he pushed the more likely he would find himself seated upon an asteroid in the middle of nowhere. Something he really did not want, an alterior motive of course would be to 'convince' her using less polite methods of coercion, yet he couldn't bring himself to use Jedi arts on her. Doing so would not feel proper, since she did after all intend to head that way as it were, at least once more he was trusting her, one strike was only one strike, she had more before he lost faith in her word.
Ne’tra Solus:
“What weapons I have are mine to keep, I’m afraid you’re on your own in acquiring anything additional, though I would suggest keeping your weapon of choice concealed,” she spoke as she walked, leading him out of the galley and across the bay towards the crew bunk room. “While it will be a stretch, I would prefer that you act as if you are part of the crew, belonging to Ne’tra Solus,” the plans devised on the fly spewed forth as if she’d been thinking of them all along. “I don’t care to answer questions brought on by a strange face such as yours, it would only complicate my business here.” The door to the bunk room opened and she pressed through already circling to see to it that he had followed and had been paying attention to her instruction.
Just inside of the room to the far wall would be two metal slabs one above the other each fitted with a thin mattress and bedroll with securing mounts holding them in place. At the foot of the lower cot a dresser cornered the wall, bare décor as it was never intended to be a permanent resting spot, what little remnants of her last crew had remained were cast aside in an open mouthed chest pushed partially beneath the lower bunk. It was dismal at best, leaving her to feel haunted as she stood there welcoming him inside.
“I suppose you are welcome to bunk here while you travel aboard my ship,” she pointed towards the connected door, “That is my personal room, I’m not asking, but telling you, do not trespass, or a blaster will be the least of your worries.” She enjoyed making unbreakable rules for others, rules that if the she were in their shoes she would quickly break. It was empowering on some level to be able to flaunt her authority, reducing him to little more than a crew member under her command. As to whether or not he would comply with her direction, she was unsure, but it would be fun seeing just how far the man would bend in order to reach Coruscant.
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Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 22:45:00 GMT -5
Ryl Mevek:
Stood staring into the small bunk area, nodding his head as she spoke. Kneeling he began rummaging through the clothing that apparently looked male, after checking out each of the lockers.
Finding inside a brown worn flight jacket, gray undershirt, and a pair of tan pants. He sought around for the boots that went with it, finding them shoved underneath the bed, looking them over he put them against himself and nodded, satisfied. " A man of my size, perhaps a little bigger but these should fit. "
Glancing up, he locked eyes with her again. Somewhere within the depths of their brown orbs was a gleam of something more, something not at all like the face he was showing her. " I assure you, I have no reason to enter your chambers and if it is pretending to be one of your crew I can do that without a problem. I shall change and be outside with you in but a moment. " Almost sounding like he was dismissing her, as if he were playing the same game back that she was.
Ne’tra Solus:
As to why she wanted to make the Jedi uncomfortable in her presence, even she had no idea. Perhaps it was just the way things played out. After all, he’d made her uncomfortable, placing her in even more danger than she had recently placed herself, and as they say, turn about is fair play. Watching as he pilfered through the room collectively pulling together a new outfit, thoughts of something other than work and trades infiltrated her mind. Without so much as even looking back at her door she cringed noticeably at the image of a gaping stomach hole, a mouth hungry, teeth, her own scream, anxiety filling her until his voice shattered the minds portrayal of what her future held in the distance.
“Very well,” she said as if she’d drifted to the other side of the galaxy, obviously heavy in thought. Then she forced a smile, and tried to recollect herself, unsure of just why the bizarre vision from the previous day chose to take its toll on her mind now. Exiting the room without further comment she stopped just on the other side of the door, her heel holding the sensors at a standstill keeping it open, “Remember Jedi, no trouble…” then she slid her heel out of the doors path for it to smoothly glide shut behind her.
Ryl Mevek:
Exchanged clothing, now garbed in the clothing he had picked out before. They fit snug around the shoulders, yet were loose almost everywhere else. The fit was well enough to look comfortable in though, hiding his lightsaber up his sleeve, strapped to his wrist with the wrappings from his forearm. One easy snap of his wrist in the right motion could send it slinging out into his palm.
Smoothing down the clothes he stepped out of the crew quarters, seeking out Dyn'la, not finding her within the ship, nor feeling her presence. Assuming she left without him. His head popped into the choobiepit, the droid he had seen earlier was still in attendance at the control consules, " Where did Dyn'la head? " a short, quick. " The Cantina. " was all that came in response.
Ryl drew his head back out from the doorway, turning to make haste after the woman. Long-legged strides carried him down the ramp and in the direction he felt the woman travelling, truly wondering if she knew what she possessed. Easy to track, unskilled enough in it not to be able to hide it, a dangerous thing. Luckily no Sith had been reported in over twenty years or more and non-Force sensitives had no way of finding those that were, without the help of one of their own.
He brushed through and past people and Droids who crowded the way to the Cantina, his hands at his sides, appearing unarmed. The lack of looks when not wearing his robes or the saber visible always caught his attention when he was out of... "uniform" something he was experiencing right now. Left to walk the streets in casual clothing, looking as common as the next man, though most around here seemed to be sporting firearms of one sort or another. He figured most would just assume he was packing a concealed weapon, which in a sense he was.
The tall Jedi's strides carried him swiftly, able to see the back of Dyn'la several hundred feet ahead, carrying on at her own pace. Deciding to slow abit and look as though he wasn't in such a hurry, rushing himself, unconscious desire to be done with this side trip of hers and get to Coruscant was showing in even his smallest actions.
Ne’tra Solus:
Things couldn’t be going any better had she planned them. No trouble had come her way thus far, if they’d intended to trace her ship, the pursuers had remained cleverly hidden. It was easy enough for her to move from one thought to the next, not so much dismissing those that had the potential to plague her mind, but merely sitting them to the side. So she exited the ship without notice and made her way towards the center of Skip 3. It would be a longer walk than she remembered, an ever growing population of the criminal variety, and even common types that were searching for nothing more than a place to claim as home. The very idea of calling such a place home was absurd to her, but she could see where others might find it, charming, the word barely fitting of the surroundings.
As the crowd of faces walking to and fro on the street bunched then stopped only to thin once more, Dyn’la pushed her way through with a brisk shove to the back of a rather vulgar looking male of unknown origin. She didn’t really care to take the time to politely ask her way through, or even decide which race he may be of. It was typical of her to make mild observations, scent – which happened to be offensive, though most were to her in Skip 3, visual – tufts of hair surrounded by scaled patches that oozed with something that resembled honey, and vocals – at this time, it said nothing but a gurgled illegible growl. She saw him as no threat, not compared to some of the evils she’d faced not so far from here. The real threat lay rested in the upper floors of the Cantina dubbed Vibe, or Droxlo Vibe for those that bothered. The name suited the place, Licu Droxlo being the man that held current control over most of the trade runs, working by birthright of his father that oversaw much of the construction and order within Skip 3 itself.
At least she could take comfort in knowing she’d parted on much better terms last time, that Licu would be more pleased in seeing her. Still she couldn’t help but feel the pit of her stomach tense as she paused by the door to glance over her shoulder just before entering. Sometimes it felt as if she were dancing with the devil just before getting sucked below.
Ryl Mevek:
Ryl had been in places similiar to the one she was entering, he was no idiot. He figured her dealings were more towards the side of shady from the get go. Not that it bothered him much, there were much worse professions she could have taken to. He had delt with worse, both in peaceful and hostile fashions.
She turned looking back once before she entered, unsure of whether or not she had seen him. Soon standing outside the same door, opening it to curl his nose back at the smell that escaped, alcohol, drugs, sweaty bodies, unname-able odors, all assaulted his nostrils. Brushing roughly past a round fur covered alien species he couldn't place he entered. Seeking her out, knowing he was out of his element, but at the same time he could connect with these people on a different level. If it was another life, and he without the power of the Force and his teachings, he very well could have been one of them or at least he would like to think so.
Instinctively he scanned the crowd, both with his eyes and his Force sensitivity, seeking out others like him, the only one to stand out was Dyn'la, causing some ease in him. Humility taught him not to under estimate anyone yet, it was hard when you were empowered to the point of superhuman capabilities. It gave way to weakness, to an opening, opportunities to the unwary. He intended not to be one of those, looking at every person in here as a possible danger, one he would deal with if placed into a scenario where he had to do such a thing. Sure he was already being sized up by the patrons, and workers alike. A Zeltron woman, emitting pheremones dressed in very little pushed past him, brushing her scented dark pink bosom against his bicep, trying to catch his eye, failing. Only to receive a slight look of annoyance and an empathic disintrest causing her to vanish into the crowd once more, looking for a different victim.
Ne’tra Solus:
For a brief moment as she had entered, Dyn’la felt self doubt, finding it foolish once again, that she’d brought a Jedi into the very belly of the beast, following her under the guise that he was merely part of her crew. In a sense it locked her into taking him to Coruscant, not that she’d turn down the offer when payment was to be had, but it still nagged at her slightly. If she chose to break the deal, he could certainly be her undoing. At times she despised always being so overly cautious, for ever thinking of the what ifs and what could be(s) wishing that she were more careless, able to merge every task at hand with play. But that was not the path she had chose in life, and could only shake her head while looking over the crowd.
The music was standard jizz, not something she personally happened to enjoy, but enough to set the required mood, give flow to the steps of the Twilek dancers on stage and drown out most private conversation. She recognized a few of the regular patrons, some offering the nod of their heads, another only turning her eyes away as if a shared memory resurfaced of ill will. The woman in particular brought a wide grin to her face, one that could have been viewed as threatening. It would be some time to pass before she’d forget the dance they shared several months past, one that had ended in an act of mercy on her own behalf. While she never would claim to be an expert in battle, or even an unbeatable woman, she had proven herself time and time again in the art of being resourcefully clever. An attribute that made her unpredictable, and well suited for areas such as this.
With her quick observations of the room and it’s occupants Dyn’la decided that Jedi accompanying her or not, now would be the time to play herself to the fullest, to be charming and witty, and walk with grace befitting the best of her mothers race. And so she did, her curves seeming to become fuller with the modest walk turning into a feminine strut over the floor, the haze of the room making her flesh seem darker, delightfully so, while she drew open the length of her coat on hand placed upon her hip to lean into the bar she’d quickly come to meet. A soft whisper exhaled as she coaxed the human by appearance barkeeper close, her smile surprisingly genuine while the flicker of her tongue moved to seduce his ears with her chosen words. He smiled at her and bent to bring himself closer, elbows propping upon the counter, where they shared what appeared to be an intimate moment. As they spoke in this secretive way she slid casually into a rounded seat, her feet lifted from the ground only to become collected upon a lower rung, then he backed away, to shift a drink of Sura’s Deliverance near her expectant hand. Without another word to pass between them, he abandoned his position at the bar to be replaced by a slender falleen female of a more reptilian race, Dyn'la watching him until he'd left her sights.
Ryl Mevek:
Knew he would look akward standing around, occasionally looking towards Dyn'la to see if she was still here and safe. Instead of playing stupid, he moved over near her. Sliding into a seat to her left, dropping his forearm down onto the bartop. His jaw tightening to look towards the Falleen woman, " I'll take whatever she is having. "
His voice strong with a thick gravel sound to it carried over towards the tender. Rapping the fingers on his right hand upon the bar surface, looking over at her. " So, this is one of your hang outs? " He was perhaps one of the only males inside the Skip 3 that wasn't suddenly eyeballing the young woman.
His hand folding about the drink just set before him, sniffing it before he took a strong hit of it. Wincing slightly as it rolled down his throat. " I honestly think you should have let me carry a blaster. " he reminded her. Spinning the cup in small circles, his senses fanning out around him, picking up a horde of mixed emotions. The Bothan next to him leaned to sniff the air near him, in a leering manner, its lips pulling back to display teeth. A sneer Ryl believed.
The Jedi gave the Bothan a nod, which made it laugh. It's eyes locking on him, waiting for him to look away, which Ryl Mevek found himself not doing, knowing if he did so the Bothan would probably attempt to cause problems with him. " How about you buy me a drink, human. "
" For one, I am not human, and secondly... you don't want to be here anymore, the place smells and you need to go buy yourself a new pair of boots. " Mevek's voice was steady now, commanding almost emphasizing everyword as he told the Bothan what it wanted. His voice lowering enough as he did so only the three of them would have heard it.
The Bothans eyes seemed to dull over, " I don't want to be here anymore, this place stinks of bantha poodoo, and I need new boots. " With that the angry looking Bothan suddenly turned into a confused looking Bothan, one that strode out the door, leaving Ryl alone.
He stared down into his cup after the small display, looking at his reflection. Glad its will was so accepting to suggestion. " I told you I would behave myself. " he informed Dyn'la. Still looking into his cup, his reflection staring back up at him.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 22:46:03 GMT -5
Ne’tra Solus:
The return of the Jedi had been expected, she greeted him with her eyes as they danced over his form. He fit the part now at least, and didn’t look as if he’d been beat to hell and back, not that the latter would have been of much consequence in a place like this. Lifting the frothy glass to her lips as he ordered, she watched the falleen from the corner of her eye, not overly interested in the woman, but insuring that she didn’t place a toxin in the mans drink as he was to be considered a stranger to the place by most. After all, dead passengers heading to Coruscant wouldn’t pay nearly as well as a live one. Content with the drink he’d been given she took a hearty drink of her own before sliding it back to the bar top.
When he inquired, asking or making note that this was a hangout of hers, the smile to her face changed as it partially relaxed only one corner staying lifted while she said neither yes or no, but produced an “MmHmm” instead. His next comment only succeeded in producing a mild laugh, not a blonde giggle, or a radiant bellow, but just a simple laugh that mocked him. She knew he had a well practiced weapon, and was confident that he could easily take care of himself if need be. At this point she had neither acknowledged that they were there known to one another, or that he was one of her crew. If he chose to prove himself a Jedi against the ranks within the establishment, she could easily do as she’d promised earlier and leave him behind. Or at least she thought so at this time.
What came to pass next however made her nervous. She watched on with her brilliant gaze, and listened attentively to his power of suggestion. It had her questioning whether or not she actually wished to take him to Coruscant for her own greedy reasons, or if perhaps she too had succumbed to something similar now forcing the Bothan from the cantina. “And so you are, convincingly too,” she said as she leaned towards him, her breath sweetened by the odd drink she favored. Still questioning what strength of mind could diffuse a potentially ugly situation in the making. She wanted to ask him of it, but also chose to keep the conversation light, never knowing when unwanted ears would be overlistening.
Ryl Mevek:
One of Ryl's brows shot up, giving him an odd uncharacteristic to his personality look. As he watched the change in moods with her. From closed off and threatening, to sultry and welcomingm even if she still seemed to be taunting him abit. Empathy telling him not much, emotional states never having been a strong point for him well not quite like reactions, knowing what to do or what would happen next, the precogonitive expertise he possessed. Sadly it didn't work for situations like this.
" Yes, well. I assumed it would be better to just chase them away without having to resort to violence. How much longer must we be here? " He inquired, the scent of her alcohol flavored breath hitting his face, causing him to swallow, and nudge his cup. Looking as if he didn't wish to drink anymore of his own. " Several here seem to hold a level of aggression towards you. I take it you know them? When I probed the minds of the room I felt dislike emating from several, the source of their discord being you. " With that he smiled, a flat, humorless almost fake seeming smile. His eyes however once more held light in them, as if he was enjoying himself. Though uncomfortable within the surroundings. Not fearing for himself, but fearing for what others may do and how he may have to react.
Lifting the drink once more Ryl gulped down several strong draughts, letting it slide into his gut. Burning on its pathway down. Breaking it down inside with body techniques taught to him when he was younger, not having any desire to become intoxicated.
Ne’tra Solus:
“You’ll be just fine,” she said turning back to her drink, this time only sipping at it rather than killing it without appreciation. He was on her time table now, while he wasn’t told to stay at the ship as he probably should have been, she was in no way going to rush anything on his behalf. Rushing made people nervous. If Licu Droxlo felt the need to make her wait for hours, she would do so, but it was more likely that he’d want her out of his establishment before issues would arise amongst his better paying patrons. It irritated him that she’d rarely stay to gamble away the profits of her shipment, in turn repaying him so that he’d lose nothing in the end. “WE, don’t have to be here long, you are free to roam the streets, go back to the ship, find a sweet morsel to play with, or go beat yourself in the head with a blunt object,” she said in a purred tone, her lashes fluttering with the innocence of a cherub, while her words bit like the teeth of a viper unmatched to the tone. “I on the other hand, will be here until I’m finished…” Another drink passed her lips as she considered how confusing she must appear to be, one minute all business, the next a saucy tease provoking as many eyes in the cantina as possible, each mood resembling hot and cold water. “As far as those that harbor ill will, I suppose not everyone can get along,” she smiled as an emptied glass struck hollow over the bar top, “Not all of the time anyhow.”
While speaking to Ryl she peers upwards at the sweeping overhang that shaded the bar before her, also curious just how long it would take until she could retreat back to her ship soon to be emptied. Licu had yet to even glance down at her, or even make himself known, for all she knew he was being attended privately and would leave her to wait.
Sliding the glass forward until it teetered in an unbalanced state she called for the Falleen by saying, “I’ll have another,” then thoughtfully turned her smile back towards the Jedi, “One for him as well.”
Ryl Mevek:
He leaned back in his stool, stretching his arms out. Letting his shoulders unknot dropping both elbows back onto the smooth top before him. Grunting at her words, his eyes slitting to look towards her, " I am not worried, it seems as well, that I have no choice but to stay and wait. I am investing in you, and if something were to happen I would have to find an alternate route back. Which would be bothersome. "
He cleared his throat as she ordered another drink for him, staring at the half empty cup he still had nesstled between his long fingers. Twirling it around letting it rotate in circles. " Out of curiousity, what are you transporting anyways? " He doubted she would tell him, expecially out here but he was attempting idle conversation, not wanting to appear expectant as he sat next to her. Simply waiting for her business to be finished up so they could head out on their way. Drumming once more at the bartop. One leg beginning to bounce up and down at the thigh with excess energy, something he let it do upon its own, figuring it looked more natural than sitting there, meditating himself into complacency. Laughter erupting from one of the pazaak tables, giving him something new to observe as he sat next to the complex woman.
Ne’tra Solus:
The comment he made while it should have empowered her further, knowing that she kept him somewhere while he’d rather be elsewhere, only left her feeling hostile. Not that she’d even allow a hint of her thoughts to surface into words, but she was unaccustomed to transporting people, or thinking on such terms. An investment, she thought, always an investment. What did she expect though in the games played, not only with him, but everyone she dealt with regularly as well. Time for making friends, and being sincerely nice rather than faking her way through life escaped her. She just didn’t have time to put forth that sort of dedication to any friendship. So of course he’d not linger for anything more.
As her second drink slid to the table along with his she smiled kindly towards the bartender and took it up for another drink, the desire to sip long since passed as she took several hard gulps to chase away the thoughts of regret and replace them with taste. Listening to him again, trying to converse with her when she seemed more content in brushing him off with snide remarks she perked up a bit in her seat while lowering the glass to rest atop her forearm now placed to the bar top.
“Dry goods,” her throat swelled at the burn of the liquid as she spoke and she turned away with a tearful look to her eyes, each glistening as she caught her breath which ultimately turned into a muffled cough before she spoke again. “Books, assorted luxury foods less common around here, Ummm,” she thought for a moment, her eyes rolling up in an exaggerated sweep, then down, still not fortunate enough to catch sight of Licu, “Just odds and ends,” she finished. None of which had been a lie, as the real treats had been neatly packaged within every item listed. Dyn’la was never one to straight up lie, she preferred half truths, and used them frequently.
Ryl Mevek:
Skeptical Ryl Mevek released a small noise from his throat. Tipping back the cup he had in his hand, finishing off the rest of it. Setting it back down with a *clank*, rolling his tongue against the insides of his teeth collecting up the taste, shoving it away, towards the tendress.
" Sounds like a very lucrative business. " He commented, letting his shoulders slump foreward, hair falling about him much like his hood would have, watching her in silence a while.
The noise of the cantina disrupting his thoughts, as that same pazaak table burst out into a fight, if he were in Coruscant where the Jedi were known as peacekeepers he would have been over doing something about it, but as of this moment, he was not. He was someone else, just another faceless member of the masses, one who didn't get involved unless his skin was at risk, his teeth crush together grinding as he calmed himself, resisting the urge to get involved just so noone had to die or get injured. Ignoring even curiousity to turn around and see who was involved, a muscle in the ride side of his cheek jumping. Downing another gulp of the liquid before him.
Ne’tra Solus:
“Amazing what people will pay for creature comforts,” she said, her words slower than before, deeper in tone as if her guard had been lowered further than even she cared for. Whatever happened to be taking place behind them both in the cantina was of little concern. Had she paid attention to every brawl that transpired, she’d never get business done, or anything else. What had caught her interest however had been two things, or two Rodians rather, each looking rather sexless to her as she never had been good in telling them apart, though she assumed they were of the male persuasion. The other attention holder had been Licu looming above with a wry smile to his face, a gray envelope pinched loose within his fingertips.
She felt torn by the distraction the two Rodians brought. While it was not uncommon to see them lingering about cantinas, she’d not seen many that cared to come to this particular one without business of their own in mind. Her stomach growled softly, not only tension relayed by the sound, but the lack of food, filled by the creamy froth of her drink. “I think it’s about time to go,” the words short and to the point, as she stood tall, her heels still held in place by the lower rung of the chair. Exhibiting balance even under the influence of the drink that dulled her senses, Dyn’la soon had climbed up further from the seat, both feet placed where her rear had been only seconds before. A shrill whistle came from the far side of the room as she wriggled into her new position, the coat concealing most of her form but still for some an inviting offer to view. It was a call to ignore, this being how Licu often met her, keeping her at a safe enough distance, but still having her close enough to deal with. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon,” he said as he leered down at her, snake like coils gathering around his face. “Never know what you’ll get when dealing with the likes of me,” she said as she reached upwards, an attempt to bring the envelope in hand. She failed to tell him that the shipment was running light this time, a twinkle to her eye betraying the greed she held.
“I suppose, you’ll be wanting this then?” Licu teased her fingertips at first, lowering the envelope, then withdrawing it twice before finally allowing her to catch hold of it, though he didn’t immediately release it until after she replied.
“Always a pleasure Licu,” she lied, this being one of those times where the lie was damn well meant. Plucking the envelope from his hand she lowered from her balancing act that had required her up on her tip toes. “I’ll be coming through with the regular essentials in roughly a week, maybe two,” she finished, now effectively drawing much attention in her direction by their common practice of receiving payment. She often thought he liked seeing her beg like a starved animal lunging for scraps. For awhile it bothered her, but then it became a game, not one she cared for, but one she’d grown used to. Before dropping to the floor with a solid double thud, she drew the envelope up to her lips, gave it a kiss, then said, “Another time.”
Dizzied by her antics, almost embarrassed that she’d performed in front of the Jedi, her cheeks filled with a notable pink flush. “Wary my friend,” she said, trying to overcome her moment of humility by forcing a smile. Then she allowed her eyes to roam towards the two Rodians, but only briefly, hoping that she did not over estimate his intelligence and would catch the hidden meaning offered. It would be understandable if he overlooked her tension, though she would not make it a point to tell him twice. Pushing her seat to the left she took one final swallow of her drink, Licu already absent from the overhang, and then she left for the door, very much ready to leave before the Rodians got any ideas, if they didn’t have them already.
Ryl Mevek:
The Jedi Knight pushed himself up as Licu arrived, leaning against the bar to watch the exchange between his new companion and this man. His arms folding across his chest, no longer touching anymore of the alcohol, he could hear the slur and drawl in the voice of Dyn'la, wondering if she was feeling the effects of the toxins she had just absorbed.
He shifted his eyes in the same direction hers went, looking towards the Rodian duo. Attempting to play the role of 'tough guy' smuggler, he gave them the most wicked smile he could. His lips twisting up at one corner, displaying abit of his teeth, his hair falling over his features, shadowing them, creating darkness around his eyes, making him honestly look abit deranged, though without a weapon visible he doubted he came across as all that intimidating. A look he had never really practiced before he didn't know how it made him appear, his head slowly swiveled back to Licu and Dyn'la.
Frowning slightly as she said, " Wary my friend. " Agreeing mentally that they should be on their way, unsure of how powerful, or how many there were about this bar who would eagerly take her earnings from her. Once Licu was away from the two of them and out of ear shot, Ryl murmered "Greed is a fat demon with a small mouth and whatever you feed it is never enough... "
Letting her lead the way out, almost as if he was gaurding her back. Which he was in all actuality. As he walked with her back to her ship.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 22:53:28 GMT -5
Ne’tra Solus:
Dyn’la heard nothing of the Jedi’s opinion on greed, not that it would have mattered if she had. She was quick to make her exit, no farewells, or sorrowful looks to follow as she did so. There was certainly no loyalties within that rancid place, though she had become lost inside more often than she’d ever admit. Stepping out into the street, the envelope already slid into the back of her pants, she wasted little time in clearing the area. Her heart seemed to race, while her mind slowed down, the surroundings a lovely, playful blur until her eyes demanded focus with the flicker of dark pupils. Normally she’d have had at least one of her two crew members stumbling along with her, the lot of them cheerful to have pulled through another trip unscathed, swapping stories of old back and forth. But of course that wouldn’t be taking place on this excursion. Instead she had over-indulged, solo aside from the jedi who thought her to be an investment., “Investment…” she hissed, the syllables stinging the tip of her tongue as she said the word aloud.
But she continued on the fast paced walk, the one that wasn’t actually all that fast at all, little more than sly of the eye coming about as people, places and things moved by in several long disturbing streaks. Where was the laughter for her tonight? She mused, Where was the celebration tonight? She cursed. Of course there could be none of that. Not that it was the Jedi’s fault directly, but he certainly seemed as good a target as any. Then it occurred to her, that she wasn’t thinking rationally, the word rationally repeating itself within her mind several times before she came to a slower paced walk, which was practically a drag at this point.
It seemed bizarre to her, that barely two full drinks had so quickly taken a toll upon her ability to think, though that thought was nearly as fleeting as her next series of steps which thankfully brought her to the ramp of Ne’tra Solus. In an exaggerated sweep she reached out for the side of the ship to steady herself, the slow turn of her head searching out the position of the Jedi only to catch a sickening glance at the strip lights pegged notoriously into the bay floor. Again she tried to focus, cursing herself silently while the contents of her stomach warmed from the inside out. “Ufffmmm” she managed, and then carelessly strode up the ramp, fingertips tracing the entrance all the way up into the loading bay.
Ryl Mevek:
Slid the lightsaber down into his hand sensing danger, batting aside a rather large alien. Force assisting his strength so the man/woman had no choice but to move. Keeping up with Dyn'la, listening to her speech and the way she walked.
" You're drunk. " he stated. Keeping near enough he could watch over her, the saber though in his hand was concealed within' his sleeve, and palm. Looking from left to right as they moved, luckily no one seemed to interested in either of them. Following her back to her ship, he turned around at the bottom of the hanger ramp, sweeping his eyes over the crowd. Seeking out the source of unease he was feeling, spotting several men from the cantina, ones he didn't let his eyes linger on, stepping backwards into the ship. Wondering if they would honestly try anything, if their intentions were negative. The ramp staying down, ready to have the cargo unloaded. Deciding he would stay out here, just to play watchdog.
Turning himself around he hooked the lightsaber back onto his belt, " Finally, to Coruscant correct? " Feeling like abit of a pest, but knowing now they needed to get away, figuring they would pick up a tail or two on the journey, ones he hoped her ship was capable of taking care of. If not, they would wait until they landed, and he would take care of it.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 22:54:14 GMT -5
Naro Mevek:
Clutching his head Naro fell foreward, pain stabbing through his skull. His vision blurring over causing his eyes to waver, almost missing sight of the flashing bright lightsabers that just came seemingly out of nowhere.
Using the distraction the Jedi just presented, he shot his gloved hand out for the dropped blaster, slamming quickly down onto his side, with lightning fast reflexes he snaps up the blaster, firing from his position at an upwards angle, a sizzling hole of ruin appearing in the side of the Aidinians head.
Leaving the approaching bloodthirsty Jedi with but one more opponent left standing to deal with.
Anka:
Stepping over the bodies that littered the ground, Anka felt an overwhelming surge of sadness fill her emotions. Hearing Cryo speak, she decided that she would not hold her tongue any longer. “Perhaps you should have been a little more diplomatic about the whole situation, is that not what you are taught, or do you all go in with blasters and lightsabers blazing, killing anything and everything in your path?”
Biting her lip to keep from saying anymore, she thought it best, he was her ticket off of this place and though she was sure he had been sent by Ryl to save her, she wasn’t beyond the thinking that he would leave without her if she spoke up anymore than need be.
Anka saw no need for so much death, she only killed if she had to, if her life was threatened or the life of someone she was close to. As she stepped over more of the bodies and body parts that lay hither and yon, she couldn’t help but think that they didn’t all need to die.
When Cryo stepped over the severed leg, and spoke of not seeing it before, Anka spoke up again “I’m sure that’s because it wasn’t there until you made your passage through.” Closing her lips tight together, she again thought it was best to remain silent, she was speaking too much Basic anyways, though she did understand it and many other languages, she didn’t like to many to know that she could speak it as well. It was best sometimes to let others think you were just confused.
At the sight of Cryo running towards the men that were beating upon the other, she knew that she wasn’t going to be able to stand the sight of any more death, at least not today. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her Pike, flicking her wrist as the long stick slipped out and locked into place. In a blur, the man that was on the ground seemed to regain some of his strength as he fired a blaster at one of the ones that was beating him.
Running as fast as she could behind Cryo, she stabbed the end of the pike into the ground, pulling herself up and over him, landing to the side of the one that hadn't been shot yet. Glaring at the one that was left, she held her pike out in front of her as she pushed the button, sending it to vibrate at a high rate of speed “Bata Ateema! Bata Ateema! Chuba Naga Tah Nee Choo.”
Pushing her pike closer to him, she tipped her head, pointing for him to leave before it was too late. As the man took off running, she sighed in relief as she halted her pike from vibrating and held out her free hand for the man on the ground to take it so she could help him to his feet. “Eniki, H'chu apenkee.”
Stabbing the end of her pike into the ground, she leaned on it for support, glancing behind her to see Cryo had taken off after the one that got away. And if he did, it would tell her what she needed to know.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 22:55:15 GMT -5
Ne’tra Solus:
As she stood at the top of the ramp she heard the question of Coruscant from below and barely managed a laugh. What seemed like a mild buzz at first had exploded into lush, vibrant sensations that she’d experienced long ago in her trial and error days. It seemed hilarious on some level, that she’d been so careless, more because only earlier she’d longed for the ability to be just that. “We’ll be unloaded, maybe and hooour and two more,” she said with another laugh. With any luck, her fast metabolism would burn away the toxin that had already seized her senses by the time the ship had been emptied of it’s cargo.
The ships interior spun around her, magnified by the raw stimulant pulsing through her body. Every sound be it loud or faint used her as its amplifier, the consistent hum of the ventilation shaft overhead grounding her, while the occasional beep, whistle or whir of the droid running maintenance checks in the engine room sent a deep vibe of tingling energy from her sensitive ears through out her body only to escape through her fingertips and toes. It was as if she were being snuffed out, drowned, but reborn all at once, forcing her to cling to the wall while taking deep gasping breaths of air. Tiny beads of sweat formed at the bridge of her upturned nose, several more slipped down the small of her back, the shirt beneath her coat becoming damp with perspiration. She rested her cheek flush against the cool metallic interior, ice for the sweltering heat that had become her mind. As if in response, the wall became a living breathing being she began to hear a low rumbling growl, grotesque but familiar that had her pushing away from her momentary lean. Again the world swam, caught between a desperate laugh and impeding shame, she staggered sideways until practically falling into the galley door.
Hot, then cold, her body feverish, Dyn’la staggered forward murmuring “Di’kut, di’kut, di’kut,” shedding she coat as she moved. The coat skimmed the floor as she teetered about the room, like an additional appendage whipping behind her lazily until all at once, with the grace of a Hutt walking a tight rope she fell into the chair closest. She looked ill, out of her mind, pupils dilated into circular black moons while a thin rim of green shaded the outer edge. A sheen of sweat marked her, hair damp and relaxed against her scalp to such an extent that the normally hidden tips of her ears protruded to either side.
Ne’tra Solus:
Meanwhile Licu sat in his nest on the upper floor of the cantina, his lips curling back into a cruel smile as he stared through the haze towards a small screen projecting Vurals hologram barely a meter tall. “Yes Sir,” he exclaimed, “I doubt she’ll be going anywhere, I’ve even dispatched two of my own to over see the ship.” Licu paused briefly as Vural spoke then replied again. “Yes Sir, just as you requested…” the transmission flickered conversation lost then regained. “Bavo six,” a crude laugh exhaled from the hologram as the known variant came to life vocally. Bavo six was not only a truth serum, but would induce visual distortion, paranoia and extreme distress within it’s users. “I expect right about now she’s huddled in a corner with venomous worms gnawing her into submission,” Licu sounded so sure of himself, he would not fail the command of Lord Vural, to do so would be potentially cutting his own throat. “You’ve done well Licu, as soon as she’s been detained, have her ship scanned, if the Jedi is there I want him found and subdued. Do not underestimate his abilities, extreme caution should be instilled.”
The plan was flawless, with Dyn’la incapacitated, the drug disallowing her uncanny ability to lie as if it were the truth, not only would she be unable to leave Skip 3, proving once again to be one of the most resourceful smugglers in the population, but she would be easily coerced into betraying whatever stow away she may have encountered no matter how large the offered sum may have been.
As the transmission came to an end, both parties seemed pleased. Licu would have continued trades and a temporary play thing to boot. Vural would be able to squelch out the one person that had potentially been witness to his newest creation.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 22:56:14 GMT -5
Ryl Mevek:
Paced back and forth, unease had struck. His eyes kept shifting to her and then back outwards towards the cargo hold. " Something is not right. " He whispered.
His fingers spun the lightsaber handle around as he moved, adrenalin fluxing through him. Constantly his eyes would shift outside, his preocognitive nature rarely failing to warn him. His tongue flicked across his lips wetting them, almost as if he were a caged hunting cat awaiting an upcoming meal.
" You, I think are more then drunk. " He stopped his endless circling to look her over once more. " If you would allow Dyn'la I could attempt to heal you. " He wasn't sure how well the techniques he had at his disposal would work upon whatever ailments she was going through at the moment. Yet, willing to give it a shot. Thinking it best for her, already having determined he was going to try, whether or not she gave him permission.
His shoulders tensed as he stared back out towards the rear of the ship. His mood darkening, his current feelings reminiscent as to those before a bad storm happens. Calm, yet cautious. His eyes closed slowly, reaching outwards like he has done more times than he could count, seeking the source of his unrest. Skimming empathically over those gathered about outside the ship, going about their business. If whomever it was was close enough, and they were untrained against such mental tricks he would pick them out, and at least be able to know it wasn't just his imagination toying with him.
Cryo Sjame:
Letting out a breath between clenched teeth as she let him go he turned his attention back to the one on the ground, whom looked really familiar. It had to be Naro, Ryl’s younger brother. Although he had never met him he felt slightly connected to the man, whom was still older then him. Clipping the light sabers back to his belt he knelt down and ran a hand over the braids clinging to his head.
“Well then, it appears that you are Naro, I’m Cryo Sjame. I’m your cousin.” There wasn’t much need for words and he knew that Naro had to have been drawn here by the same signal that had brought him here. “Ryl is safe as far as I know and is on his way to Coruscant as we speak, he wishes for us to meet up with him there. I assume your have your own ship, if not mine is way down the road and we can leave together, or you can leave when you wish. As long as you are in Coruscant soon, but I have a time frame to attend to, we’ll speak more when we see each other again.”
Standing up he turned his attention to Anka, for the comment she made earlier had been very active in the back of his mind for the last few moments. “As for you, lets get this straight, I am NOT a Jedi, I’m am a Padawan without a master, and at times less then even that. I am far from diplomatic when attacked the moment I set foot off my landing ramp. I differ from my Cousin in both temperament and thinking; if you do not wish to experience any more of me then you may leave. I don’t mean to scare you or anger you with my violent, light saber and blaster blazing ways, and I do not wish any harm to befall you and you certainly will not find any befalling you from my hand. You are a skilled warrior and I admire your ability to not kill if you wish, but it isn’t as easy for me for other reasons I do not wish to speak about at this very time and place. But if you wish to bear with me, all will be explained in due time.” Standing up he flashed a slight smile and pointed down the street. “And there is my ship, the Requiem so if you wish to accompany me to Coruscant I suggest we leave.”
Naro Mevek:
While kneeling to the gound the ex-soldier kept his eyes on the Twi'lek and trigger finger ready to fire if he were to get attacked a second time, being in his line of business he is sure to have many enemies. Adrenalin still rushing through his blood, not completely in a calm frame of mind yet, he watches as the "second soldier" flees as he had obviously been ordered by the girl and watching the disapproval on the others face.
Standing to his feet with pistol in hand still and other hand behind his back with cryoban grenade clutched in it, unsure of the intentions of the two strangers who had helped him out of his little prediciment, Naro simply stares at them while saying. "Thanks for your help, however....i had everything under control." followed by a choobiey smile.
Noticing that the Jedi had recognized him, most likely from the clan markings runing up his arm and to his eye, the mercenary reholstered his pistol and stashed his grenade back into the pouch on his utlity belt then dusted himself off and replying to the Jedi. "Well met cousin, and you're correct i am Ryl's brother" pausing to regain his breath " I should've have figured Ryl had gotten out of here already" remembering more then one time he had come to help his brother for no reason.
Realising the Cryo had obviously been in a rush, Naro replies with a "No...ive got my own transport, ive got something i must pick up..then i will try to head to Coruscant as quickly as the stars allow." and with a flick of his wrist in a lazy fashion he waves to his cousin and the Twi'lek girl and swivels his bruised, battered, bloody self towards the exit.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 22:57:23 GMT -5
Ne’tra Solus:
Hours passed her by, days, weeks, time was of little importance as the chair held her captive within the galley. The walls took fierce breaths with her, in then out they flexed while the floor pushed upwards from beneath. Fear was in denial, and courage was on vacation, numbed without thought like a porcelain doll packed carefully away from touch. What she saw, and what happened to be real were two different things. “You, are more than drunk I think,” she heard, the words were clear despite what her eyes portrayed, what her mind thought she heard. It was an unusual state of mind, the entire world surrounding her warped into that which most only see in a chilling nightmare.
She said nothing, only sinking further into the grip of the seat. “If you would allow Dyn’la I could attempt to heal you,” her eyes shifted upwards in response, face paled, lips unmoving. Dyn’la is who I am, the fragmented thought settled as her eyes rolled in search of something more. Had that been a question? Her lids drooped as she asked herself repeatedly.
As Dyn’la sat in a world all of her own several boxy droids began adding further confusion to the situation upon entering the ships open ramp to do what they’d been programmed to do. In the background she could hear the doors to her ship sliding open, distorted images of retractable claws with extended vice like pinchers snapping at one another to play against the sound. Then without warning she stood from the chair and turned towards the door as if she’d been commanded to do so, her head down, eyes glossy as they peered through the overhang of auburn fringe framing her face. A question became asked, one that only she seemed to hear. She took on a defensive pose, though it hardly looked fitting as she felt no true balance with the floor pulsing from beneath. “Aidyre… deceased,” her voice was flat, jaws tensed as she spoke, “Stryker… unknown.” From her new standpoint she saw a figure in the doorway, he blended into the background then protruded like red droplets spattering against fresh white snow. A crude growl emerged from the back of her throat as she watched him, this was her ship, one that she would defend at all costs. With the growl of her own accord, his face shifted, it was no longer human, no longer one to be recognized, but instead animalistic and dangerous.
Ryl Mevek:
Watched as she stood, the shift in her visual. Unable to be missed. His brows furrowed together knotting in concern, the loader droids he paid no attention to, his mind turning them into background images and sounds.
" Dyn'la... do you want me to try and heal you? " He asked again, his voice becoming firm. The softness that was in it earlier having left, replaced with authority. Rolling his shoulders back bouncing him from the wall smoothly.
Positioning himself into abit more of a defensive stance after feeling the drug-induced change in her. Preparing to simply knock her unconscious, as much of a pity as that was. He needed her awake so she could get them out of here. The delay in getting to where he needed to be starting to nag at him.
" You're not yourself at the moment. You should sit and be calm. I will help you if you just relax. " Ryl continued to talk to her, seeking to bring her to some form of peace before he approached. Not bothering to tell her he was feeling uneasy about larger issues, uneasy about Smugglers Run. Knowing it was a mistake to have come here, word travelled too fast. Words caused actions, actions he had no desire to deal with. Not while he had a task to accomplish and a companion to worry about.
Ne’tra Solus:
Her mind turned him into a monstrosity, his question asked not at all fitting to the face. Ryl's image melted into serenity then returned, a gaping maw ready to devour her. She lay claim to a heated breath, her chest swelling with the urge to raise the exposed sleeve gun, to destroy the face of threat. But, a question had been asked all the same, one that forced her into a stand still, searching for the most truthful answer that could be told. As to why she needed to tell the truth, to answer without thought she was unsure. Heal what, she thought carelessly, was she ill? For a fact she was, her body fumed as her eyes drew in and out of focus. And then she uttered the only answer available. “Yes,” sounding much like the air being released from a cushion after being weighted. His words contradicting the image soothed her, fingers resisting the urgent need to cross her center to play over the mounted mini laser to her opposing arm. “I’m ill…” she whispered more to herself than anyone. The admission caused her to stand down, swagger in place as if she had become a robot without charge ready to topple over. Dyn'las body had gone into full blown war against the invading toxin, while it was still quick to subdue her, she had begun to undergo a violent reaction as a result of the internal combat. It made her feel as if she were ready to drop into the great abyss of sleep, and fight anything surrounding her all at once. For now however, she seemed weak, as if the faintest breeze could lick her face and pummel her into the floor.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 22:58:24 GMT -5
Ryl Mevek:
Didn't hesistate, moving foreward he reached out a hand sliding it over her shoulder to clench his fingers in steadying her yet at the same time pushing her back down into her seat. The other hand putting the index and ring fingers out, touching them to the underside of her throat before pausing there.
Drawing upon the Force he began directing it through himself into her, the existance of it already being part of who she was making the transition easier. Concentrating he started to try and purge her body of the toxins that she had been subjected to. His hands upon her body growing warmer, heating up at the flesh then cooling as he poured cleansing energy into her, attempting to wash her system free. Mentally creating an anatomy picture within his mind, trying his best to cure her ailment, sure it had already taken enough of a toll on her.
" This is about all I can do, your body will have to do the rest. " He glanced over his shoulder his focus distrupted as he heard one of the loader droids crash into another, squeeling at each other before they carried on with their task. Murmering to himself, feeling abit more jumpy than he should, knowing calm and collected was the correct route right now, not paranoid and anxious.
Anka:
Watching the man pick himself up off of the ground and speak of having everything under control, Anka lowered her hand and let it dangle at her side as she arched a brow “If you call that having things under control, I’d hate to see things when they are not, but as you wish.”
As the two spoke to each other, she kept her eyes and ears peeled for anything that might try and sneak up upon them, none coming, she relaxed her stance, using her pike for support still as she shifted on her feet.
Anka blinked her eyes as Cryo turned his attention to her, the bloody one that had everything under control now know to her as Naro had taken his leave apparently going to meet up with them at a later time. She finished listening to him speak before she decided to say anything.
“And I am also without a Master, but it does not effect my judgment, and while I do understand why you would attack those that attacked you first, my problem lies in the ones that did nothing to you. But that is neither here nor there and I will not say another word about it. I realize that I am in your charge until we reach the appointed destination and for that I am grateful. I am not afraid that you would harm me and I sincerely thank you for rescuing me and keeping me safe. While I do have my own abilities, they are not nearly as strong as yours, or your Jedi companions, and you are right, he is different.”
Looking in the direction that he had pointed, she picked up her pike, using it as a walking stick as she started towards his ship “Shall we go, or are you just going to stand there the rest of the day.” Grinning at him, Anka knew that part of what she had said was a lie, every move that she made was effected by her lack of a Master and the lack of judgment that she carried without one, she had, had one for so much of her life that it was strange to be alone. She slipped her lekku over her shoulders and entwined them together, walking in front of him, her grace and beauty showing with every step that she took, and every twitch of a muscle, glancing back at him as she made her way closer to the ship.
Cryo Sjame:
Cryo nodded as Naro spoke and waved back as he started off towards his own ship. "See you in Coruscant." Turning he regarded Anka as she spoke and nodded as she finished. "Good we are on the same page, and not I don't intend to stay here all day, lets get the hell outta here." Walking back to the ship wasn't a difficult thing, even though the intense combat and his wounds were starting to take their toll on him, he needed some rest. The other thing that seemed to keep his eyes focused on Anka's body which was a rather enjoyable thing to look at, figures she just had to walk in front of him, like he didn't have enough on his mind at the time other then how good her backside looked.
Trudging up the ramp he shut it and then flicked on the comm unit. "Tate were in go ahead and lift off." Shrugging his shoulders some he yanked off the upper part of his armor and set it down in the workshop area. "As you can see my ship is rather cluttered and made for pretty much just one person. There is a refresher in my quarters if you wish to clean your self up, I'm sorry there is only one bed, I took the crew quarters out so that I would have a practice room and place to keep in shape on long space trips. You are more then welcome to make use of any of the facilities on this ship."
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 23:09:38 GMT -5
Anka:
Slipping up to the ship, Anka entered it slowly, looking around at the confined looking quarters and leaning her pike against a far wall as she entered fully. Turning as Cryo removed his armor and set it down, she nodded her head as he spoke “I see it is rather small but I’m used to being in tiny places, so it won’t bother me any. Though I do believe I would like to freshen up a bit, and then I will just try to stay out of your way.”
Taking her leave, she didn’t figure it would be hard to find the only place that had a bed in it, slowly walking through the ship and looking at the different things that were strewn here and there. As curious as she was, she thought now would not be the time to snoop around the only reason being that she was afraid of getting caught.
Anka stepped into Cryo’s quarters, setting her bag on the bed and moving back to shut the door, a little privacy was in order, at least while she was cleaning herself up and changing clothes. Peeling off her bikini top first, she sighed as the tightness that had been binding her subsided and her skin could breathe again. Pulling out the blaster she had stored in her waistband, Anka pulled it out and tossed it on the bed. Next, she hooked her thumbs into her skirt, pushing it down to her feet and stepping out of it, leaving her clothing in a heap on the floor as she moved to the sink.
Looking up at herself in the mirror, she slipped her hand under the faucet, the water coming on automatically, a shiver coming over her body as the coolness touched her bare skin. Splashing the water up over her arms and face, she let the droplets; drip down between her breasts, rubbing them with her hands to get any excess dirt off of her pale violet skin.
Stepping back away from the mirror, she admired herself for a moment, thoughts crossing to the men that she had been forced to be a slave for, pleasure being her only trade, wondering if anyone would ever be able to see past all that and see her for who she really and truly was.
Spinning on her heels, Anka returned bedside, dumping her backpack out on the bed, her vibroglove and extra clothing spilling on the top of it. Gathering her weapons, she shoved them back into her back, afterwards, picking up a pair of black highcut panties and slipping them on. Searching through her things, she found a sheer black wrap, twisting it around her back and tying it at the side of her waist.
Anka didn’t have very much to choose from, the last article of clothing, if you could call it that, a long piece of black material that she stretched around her breasts, binding them as she wrapped the material tighter and tighter around. Tucking the excess material inside the top, she was satisfied that it wasn’t going to go anywhere. She had no extra headpieces, so the one that she was wearing would have to do until she could make another one.
Pushing the what little was left back into her bag, she glanced at the clothing that lay on the floor, leaving it there for now and thinking perhaps later she would be able to wash them properly. Opening the door she stepped back out to where Cryo was, glancing about the ship again as she came up behind him “So how long will it be before we reach our destination?”
Ne’tra Solus:
An exhausted sigh crept past Dyn’las lips as she found herself guided downward. He’d chosen a fair moment to make his move, her guard had been lowered, leaving her less likely to put up a fight. By reaction of movement her hand drew upward, fingers loosely gripping his wrist while he applied firm control upon her shoulder. As his other hand gently sought out her throat her chin tipped upward a wave of calm soothing her into a docile mind set. For only a short time she stared up at him, dazed by the grotesque transformation his face continued to display. Through feverish flesh, body caught between a simmer and a boil his touch was chilled at first, only to become increasingly warm. Breath caught just at the back of her throat, hazy eyes lowered, her lashes followed until the disturbing visions became nothing but serene darkness. Then thoughts of cool water, fresh from a spring bathing her from the inside out became the primary image of her mind. There would be no charm, or fast tongued wit, only silence. For a lifetime she sat, soothed by the energy that rushed forth, it was as if a great cocoon had encased her, and for that she was thankful. “This is about all I can do, your body will have to do the rest,” the words came, and the protective weave disintegrated, her grip over his wrist tightened considerably then brushed his hand just over her shoulder until releasing. “It will suffice,” she replied, a fog lifting from her mind as she opened her eyes to look up at him. If he expected a thank you, she would not be offering one at this time, though her eyes said more than her mouth was willing. Cryo Sjame:
Letting out a breath of relief as the ship finally took off he nodded as Anka spoke. “Yeah it’s small, but it works. Besides the thing is fast and has some other tricks that are useful. Go ahead and freshen up, I don’t mind you being here so don’t think you have to hide out or anything.” There was almost a part of him that wanted to follow her and watch her for a minute or two, or quite a few more after that, but he kept himself in check, but did allow his eyes to follow her as she entered his room to freshen up.
Walking into the room right across the hall he didn’t bother closing the door. Pulling off his gloves and the armband that covers the cybernetic lower half of his arm he tossed them on the exam table. It was time to try and patch him up. Wiggling his robotic fingers he snickered and remembered when he gained that little keepsake. Tate wheeled in the room and inquired about a naked Twi’lek in his bedroom. Chuckling as he mentioned the fact that the cameras for the onboard security system were functional.
“I know Tate, don’t worry about it. I have no need to watch her undress and freshen up, I have more pressing matters to attend to at the time. Such as taking care of these blaster wounds little buddy.” Tate beeped and then rolled out of the room to run his on board schematics test and hyper space drive reviews. That was something Tate was good for; the ship was always in tip top shape. Reaching in the cupboard he grabbed a towel and soaked it in water, and started to wipe off some of the blood that had accumulated on his torso. Most of it was centered on his stomach since the armor covered the upper part of his torso. This was something that he envied Ryl in; Ryl could heal most damage done to his body, while Cryo could only heal miner cuts and bruises. Grabbing another clean rag he went about cleaning the gash on his right shoulder. It wasn’t too bad, just out of reach of healing himself though. It didn’t hurt to bad and he was dreading having to clean the one on that went through his side. Putting a medicated pad over it he wrapped it with gauze and secured it.
Grabbing another clean cloth he poured some wound disinfectant in it and then took a few breaths. This was going to hurt, he knew it. There wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Cleaning around the edge of the wound he winced slightly. Alright now time for the rough part of the job. Grabbing some wound filling disinfecting he took another deep breath and tried to work him up so he wouldn’t feel it as much. Stuffing the tube in the would he pulled the trigger on the device and shot the sludge like liquid. Closing his eyes he gritted his metal fingers into the table. “Oh poodoo! Ow!”
Ryl Mevek:
Nodding to her, seeming not to have expected a thank you or even wanting one. He drew away from her to look out into the hanger, watching the loaders taking care of the last of the cargo she was hauling. His back to her.
" You may want to go rest, we can stay here longer if your health is not up to par. Though I sense danger and I cannot pinpoint where this feeling is coming from. Hostility is more than abundant around here. "
He raised up one hand, using it to brace himself against the doorframe, leaning into it. His eyes seeking beyond the droids to look off at the docking area. A muscle in his jaw bouncing, were they after her or him? His eyes unfocusing he began to seek again, flowing mentally with the Force, unable to discern what he wished to, he retracted. A low, " Hrmm... " emitting from his throat. Tapping his other hands fingernails against the lightsabers handle, creating a slight *click* *click* f nail bone on metal.
Ne’tra Solus:
As the cool of his fingertips left her throat Dyn’la remained in the seat. While the harsh reaction of the drug had mostly subsided, her thoughts obtainable as well as holding some form of personal control. She still felt disturbed, confusion as to what had happened mocking her silently. The numbing pulse that had robbed her of the ability to sense what was reality and illusion soon gave way as she began flexing her fingers, then rubbing away the chill bumps marking her forearms with brisk palm strokes. Upon hearing the Jedi speak she realized that for the first time since they’d met, he didn’t sound as if he were in such a rush. At first she thought perhaps he’d learned to slow down, maybe even that he’d come to understand that rushing was not always the best way to accomplish what one wishes. But then it became clear to her that he’d lost confidence in her ability, at least for the time. The very thought angered her, though humility would keep her from spewing venomous words in his direction over the taken insult. Instead she warily pushed up from the seat, her legs straining until stretching and walked towards the doorway he held hostage with his form.
“I would think one such as yourself, would know that no land is free of hostility. Even the smallest most docile creatures have that much to face,” her tone was softer than usual, though she did not whisper, it sounded as if she’d just woke after a long sleep. “After the ship is unloaded my bot will raise the ramp. We will leave when I’m ready to leave, and right now,” she searched for the words to give in, to admit that she needed rest, but to do so without telling him that she lacked the ability to do so, “Right now, we stay because it is my decision to make.”
It was a weak comment of highest intention, sounding both childish and confused. She seemed shocked that such words even passed her lips even as she’d taken special pains to avoid sounding ridiculous. Her head shook slightly as if she were trying to force herself to clear further, but it seemed that while she could function, she still remained dull with the remaining traces of Bavo Six.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in my quarters.” Forcefully she brushed past him through the doorway, only to vanish through the opposite door. It was the best she could do, excuse herself and move on. She was inept at making a fool of herself, and despised stumbling over her own words in front of anyone, but especially some cool headed robot of a man that reminded her more of a droid than a human being.
Ryl Mevek:
He glanced over his shoulder to watch her leave. " As you wish, Captain. " He responded. Watching her depart to her quarters, his gaze shifting back to the closing hangar door. Speaking to himself as she vanished through the door, not sure if she caught what he was about to say or not.
"And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility. "
His tongue pushed against the back of his teeth thoughtfully, turning around to make way towards the quarters he was assigned. Stretching out upon the bunk to fall slowly into a state near enough to sleep to be sleep, experience dealing with wartimes allowing him some small talent in being alert even when in the most vulnerable of positions.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 23:10:46 GMT -5
Anka:
Peering over his shoulder, she watched what he was doing carefully, not having realized that he had been wounded in the way that he was. Stepping back, she turned and walked to the main part of the ship, settling herself in a chair as she glanced out of a window.
Hearing the pain that seemed to be coming from the cleansing of the wounds, Anka shuddered a bit thinking perhaps he might like some help. She wasn't all that keen on blood, or open wounds, but dealt with both when she had to.
Walking back across the hall, she stepped to where Cryo could see her, looking him over for a minute and assessing exactly where he was with his progress "I can help if you want, it's the least I could do."
Twisted Spiral of Fate:
Several days of planning had passed. Now was the time to continue with the mission. And, as Commander Jassra entered the briefing room, he was confronted with an unknown female figure. "Who're...." Before he could ask the stranger who she was, Sergeant Voz, the troops commanding officer, approached, saying. "Ah...I see you've met Cyrenity." Casting a glance towards the Sergeant, Jassra gave a slightly puzzled look. "New recruit, I presume, sir?" He asked. Shaking his head, the Sergeant replied. "Not exactly." Standing next to both Jassra, and Cyrenity, he continued. "This mission recruired the utmost of care. We could not have received the intel through any means other than by simply entering the circle of appropriate people." Quirking a brow, Jassra looked to Voz. "Meaning what exactly?" "Cyrenity has received some necessary intel..." Responded Sergeant Voz. Still confused by this, Jassra outright asked. "Sir...Forgive my bluntness...But, just who is she...Why is she here?" In response, Voz, said. "She is a Bothan Spy, soldier. Entrusted by this Lord Vural..." Pausing a bit, he added. "Well, as best as one of such as his calibur can trust." Beginning to fully understand now, Jassra asked. "So, what do we know, thus far?" Jassra asked. "Cyrenity...I leave that question up to you." Up, until now, Cyrenity was simply watching the two converse. She then said. "Apparantly, what you're looking for is on it's way to Coruscant." She then added. "It is under the care of one of Vural's many smugglers." Jassra then boldly asked. "Name, and ship class." Looking to Jassra, Cyrenity then asked. "You don't waste any time, do you?" She then responded, not really expecting a response to her question. "A Cathar that goes by the name of Dyn'la Solus. And, you'll usually find her not far from her Questor." She then presented Jassra with a datapad, which contained information on this particular Cathar, along with an image of the target. Moments later, as the two continued to discuss the situation, the other troops entered the room. Each suited up, and ready for action. Joker being the first to enter, saw both Jassra and an unknown female, but could not resist the urge to comment. "Hey, hey...Break it up, you two...Or at least, take it to your private quarters." Just then, the others entered behind Joker. Disregarding Joker's words, Jassra looked at his team, and said. "Saddle up, fellas, we're headed for Coruscant." "Boo-yah...Let's rock, and roll." Responded Dozer. It was then, that the Sgt. appeared past a few doors. Not having noticed his departure from the room, Jassra was caught off guard for a moment. The Sgt. then said. "Front, and center, boys...I've got some news for you all." Moving to stand before the Sgt. Voz, the troops listened. "As I am sure the Commander here has informed you, you all will be headed down to Coruscant. Your mission, this time is to seek out a Dyn'la Solus, and require her to give you a listing of items she may be in possession of." Inclining his head in a nod, Jassra said. "It shall be done, sir." Just then, a voice blared over the intercom, stating. "Entering Coruscant atmosphere, Sgt. Voz." That said, Voz replied to no one, "Good, good....We're here." THat said, Jassra motioned his troops to enter the gunship docked inside the hanger. "You will do well to watch yourselves with this Cathar Smuggler..." Cyrenity commented, just as Commander Jassra entered after his troops were already settled. "We've dealt with those sorts before..." Replied Jassra. "Be that as it may..." Spoke Sgt. Voz. "Watch each other...Make sure each one of you returns safely." Joker then said. "You worry too much, sir." Boomer then interjected. "We'll be back, sir....Count on it." That said, Sgt. Voz, signalled the pilot to depart from the hanger, and to move to the drop point near Sector 9 within Coruscant. Moments passed, and as each were dropped within the dropzone, Jassra said. "Gentlemen, mark your GPS...We meet back here in several hours." And as each marked where they were currently, Jassra added. "We will each be divided into three teams." He said, before adding. "Joker, Dozer...You will be Alpha Team. Priest, Boomer...You two are Beta Team...and, Ghost...You're with me...Our designation is Theta Team." Looking to each other, they all acknowledged to the matchups. "Alright...Now, remember...We're looking for a Cathar Smuggler...Her information has been downloaded to each of your datapads, so make sure and get what you need from there." Jassra said, before then motioning each other to various points, all working their way towards a colonial area. "MOve out." That said, each moved towards their destination."
Cryo Sjame:
Pain is something that often fueld him in combat, but when he was patching himself up it did nothing for him. He wasn't some almighty warrior that didn't feel pain, and he didn't pretend that he didnt. That was often how some people died, trying to act tough when they were indeed seriously injured.
Watching Anka walk in then walk out he almost shook his head. Why did Ryl make him bring her? She was a distraction to him and he didn't mean it in a bad way. A welcomed distraction, but right now he was trying to force the thoughts out of his mind and fix the wound that was almost to the point of making him lose conciousness at the moment.
Looking back down he gauged how much of the sludge it would take, and he almost had it full enough. He could feel her eyes on him and he looked up with a smile, trying to force the pain out of his thoughts for a moment to talk. "Yes help would be appreciated at the moment, my hands are shaking a little bit." Pulling the tube out of his side he dropped it onto the exam table.
Anka:
Anka studied him for a moment as he looked up at her, smiling and turning away to try and find some medical gauze and tape. Moving across the room, slowly, she knew that he was watching her and it still didn't bother her in anyway, he like the others, would be able to restrain himself, perhaps that's why she felt safe with him.
Pulling open a drawer, she rummaged through it, grabbing a pack of gauze and some tape, before walking back over to the table. Dropping the tape, she lifted the package of gauze to her mouth and ripped it open with her sharp pointed teeth, dumping it out in her hand as she lifted his arm. Placing the gauze over the wound, she wound it tightly around, leaving it a bit loose for breathing room if need be.
Dropping the excess, she picked up the tape, and pulled some off, taping the gauze in place before setting it back down on the table. Looking down at Cryo, she stepped back "There now, that should do I would guess. How much longer before we get to where we're going, it should be anytime now shouldn't it?"
Cryo:
He let his mind drift for a moment as she started to wrap his wound up in gauze. There were so many things on his mind right now. He had to worry about the Council, they would want to see progress on his part to be a better Padawan and not to see him fall any further then he had. After today's events he might have ruined any shot at becoming a Jedi Knight. On the other hand he kept asking himself was it all worth it? Being a Jedi and having to follow their code and all that stuff that he viewed as unecessary.
He did know however that he did not want to fall and be a Sith again, that part of his life was behind him. No matter what he would not become what he once was. Looking down at his cybernetic arm it brought back the memories of his first ecounter with Ryl and how he had turned him back to the light side of the force and how later in the fight with his Master that very thing had been used against him. Opening and closing the metal fingers he snapped back to reality and reached over grabbing his armband and glove just as Anaka had finished taping him up.
"Thank you I appreciate it." Sliding the armband over the cool metal he pulled it up so that it was right beneath his elbow and the slipped the glove on his hand. Standing up from the table he wobbled a little bit and then regained his balance. "Its a few hours till we dock in Coruscant, so you are free to do as you wish. I think I am going to lay down for a minute and regain my composure and rest, you can snoop around if you like." Chuckling he exited the room and grabbed his armor as he headed towards his quarters. It made him feel quite relieved when he was able to control his mouth and not invite her to join him. The last thing she probably wanted to do is nap with a possibly sociopathic Jedi wannabe.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 23:11:59 GMT -5
Ne’tra Solus:
Black peace had soothed her soul as she slept the hours away. It was rare that she took such lengthy rests but days of partial rest had taken it’s toll upon her and she’d fallen prey in the worst possible location. In space time seemed to hold little relevance, there was no night, or day, only darkness lit by artificial light. As she woke and began the busied routine of collecting her belongings the thought of how much time had passed never crossed her mind. For all she knew it could have been only a thirty minute nap, though it had actually been six hours of down time. Discarding the sweat ridden clothes of earlier into the bottom portion of a wall locker within her room, she dressed in fresh clothes, bypassing the chance to clean up.
Hygiene was important, but she also knew, that whether it had been 30 minutes, or twenty four hours, something had been horribly wrong and it was long past time to go. Refitting the sleeve gun to her forearm Dyn’la began scanning the room for her coat to conceal the weapon and felt a tinge of irritation gnawing at her as she realized that she had no clue where the coat had been left. Something had definitely been wrong with her before she’d come to rest, as leaving her coat discarded in unusual places was a practice she had long out grown. A long series of curses paraded from her as she sat to pull on the heavy worker boots that had been left to the side of the bed. Finally ready to exit her chambers and get busy in leaving Skip 3 for the Jedi’s delayed return to Coruscant, Dyn’la exited her room to stand within the crew bunk room. Struck by thought as she stood reenergized by the acquired rest, her hand moved idly up to her throat, fingers encasing the area just beneath her chin before she growled in protest against the image trying to consume her. Tension crept into her jaw line while a forlorn expression claimed her eyes. Where was the adventure in this, she thought, then continued on her way, hoping to stumble over the coat she wore like a second skin.
Ryl Mevek:
Restless, energized and unable to keep himself held in check. Ryl stood, adjusting his clothing, pulling his jacket up about his shoulders. He made way to the back of the ship, pushing the button on the hangar door. Waiting as it lowered, his hand sliding down as if double-checking to make sure his lightsaber was still attached to his hip.
Air sucked in, wind with it. As the atmosphere was allowed entry into the ship. Stalking foreward he began a walk away from the ship, long-legged strides carrying him easily away (several blocks before what happens next), glancing back once to make sure he was or wasn't being followed before checking with the Force, feeling what he had wanted to. His head lowered, the Rodians were still there, having sent a remote droid after him. He caught the flicker of light from it as he turned a corner, stepping around behind the edge of a building, it stopped as well. Hovering not far away off to the edge of the street, hiding itself beneath an outcropping of the nearest buildings rooftop.
Glaring across at where it was he concentrated, using Force push, he tried to send the thing shattering into the wall behind it. An eruption of unseen kinetic build up struck the small sphere, sending it spiraling slamming hard into the wall it was seeking cover next to. Smashing loudly with an audible echoing splash of sparks and breaking composite plastics.
Curious the Jedi leaped up with an assisted jump, landing on the roof of the building he had been pushed up against, lowering into a crouch. The Rodians had not followed, he hissed, springing again landing on the next nearest building. Foolish on his part, what were they upto that they would not follow? He had been sure they were after him. Perhaps...
He sprung again, the air catching under him, making it seem almost like he was hovering, landing heavily upon the ground further away then any normal person would be able to jump without assistance, making sure he had went unnoticed, satisfied that he had his pace picked up, almost jogging back to the ship. Sending out a telepathic warning towards Dyn'la, not sure if she would catch it or not. " They are making their move. Prepare yourself! "
Ne’tra Solus:
As the door before her slid open she heard footsteps upon the ramp of her crewless ship. For a moment Dyn’la hesitated, left hand fast to brush then settle over her right forearm to activate the small gun. Then it occurred to her that the Jedi was on the move and was likely the source. Lowering her arm she stepped through the door into the loading room until gaining visual access to the ramp itself. Her eyes darkened with curiousity as she saw nothing, no one, not even so much as a droid. Somewhat on edge she continued to cross the room, lightening her step as she moved until barely a sound prevailed on her own behalf. Flying a ghost ship in space was one thing, but to walk around on one after the ramp had been left down, sleep had occurred and she happened to be docked in an area where criminals feasted upon the less cautious was certainly not her idea of efficiency. Again her eyes scanned the room, a full sweep from the ramp to each door, a feeling of ill ease prickling the flesh to the back of her neck.
“Ry…” she had begun to call, only to find the name silenced as she came to realize that if something was wrong, shouting out the name of a Jedi may not win her any favors. A hard swallow subdued the name and she proceeded forward once again. As she walked closer to the ramp gaping into the busied port her body dipped low, eyes reflecting outer lights, then she continued to cross in fluid movement, up-righting herself to meet the galley entrance. The door slid open as it detected her presence and she pressed inside, the air within warm and inviting as if a fire had been left to burn. Thoughts of intrusion escaped her as she scanned the room, a brief smile lighting her face when the coat she’d misplaced made itself known to her eyes. “Sloppy,” she said to herself, contented by the security blanket of a coat then entered fully to pick it up. All seemed well, until she stooped, fingers coiling about the thin collar, and then she froze. It wasn’t what her eyes had seen, but what her ears had heard. To be expected the door behind her had slid shut, but unexpected had been another door whirring open. A terrific game of cat and mouse had come about, and now she had been left wondering which of the species she happened to resemble most. Then as soon as it began, it was over, the door to the galley sliding open leaving what had been warm and inviting air to frost over with the sound of a breath that was only evident as one breaths through a translation device. She felt rigid, but moved with purpose, following through with the retrieval of her coat, feigning knowledge that someone, or something else had snuck up on her. From where she stood she could smell the Rodian, they carried a peculiar scent that she had learned long ago and it made her stomach lurch with anticipation.
With the coat in hand, her back still to the door she stood tall, dusting away the wrinkles nonchalantly, the rapid beat of her heart pounding through her chest. Then she slid one arm into the coat only to be followed by the other, still remaining outwardly calm in appearance while her body prepared to react. Fingers playing over the surface of her sleeve she activated the gun within then turned to meet a stranger at the door. To her extreme shock, the doorway was unoccupied, gaping for only the blink of an eye, and then sliding shut. A harsh breath left the flare of her nostrils as she had been left in a defensive stance only to find no offense. Now she knew for a fact it, he, she was toying with her, though she still had no idea why.
Rushing forward Dyn’la took to the wall just beside the door, her back pressing against it as if she could camouflage herself against the metallic surface. Here, with shallow breaths she heard a voice mingling in the messy recesses of her mind, one of warning, much like the call of intuition, but the voice being that of the Jedi rather than of her own creation. To it she replied, but not in projected thought, only a verbal, “Well no poodoo…”
Ryl Mevek:
Stopping dead in his tracks, Ryl spotted one of his 'prey', only one? The negative side of it was it also seen him. Turning to run, it knocked over a Jawa, almost trampling the small being. The Jedi took off after him, leaping the small robed figure.
The Rodian was quick, he had to give it that. Already it was rounding down around a corner, Ryl, sensing danger as he turned the corner, lept into a roll as a small spherical orb rolled out at him, a brilliant flash of blinding white light emitted from the orb. Blinding the Jedi, causing his tucked evasion to slide into a wall, grunting as he pushed himself quickly upright, shoving himself from the wall as something he couldn't see thumped into it.
A loud clack and the sizzle of electricity, his mind could think one thing only, stun baton. Another swing, he ducked low. His right hand shot upwards, fingers adjusted into a clawlike curl, snagging the cuff of the Rodian, latching on with a vicelike grip, twisting at the hips he turned the arm of his attacker dropping up onto his shoulder, feet shifting swiveling as he lifted, depositing the Rodian roughly onto the ground. The baton clattering from it's grasp, force enough in the shoulder toss it jarred his own teeth as the arm jammed against his jaw. His foot followed in the descent, lifting to crash down onto the chest area of the Rodian, the feel of bone being thudded into by a heavy boot heel confirming contact, sparks of dashing lights, veins red through the white lighting. He relaxed his grip on the wrist lightening it only to keep his fingers touching, turning the hand in his grasp he pushed down, breaking the wrist just behind the palm.
Gurgled screams escaped. Hearing it still moving he stomped once more, taking any resistance out of the man. Listening to his breathing as he shook his head, trying to clear his vision. No luck yet, the Force... he tried to focus, tried to remember his sight, keeping a leg up, foot resting on the Rodians chest, listening as something moved, the creature was reaching for his blaster.
The Jedi pointed, where he believed his head was. " Touch it and I will have to kill you. So stay your hand scum. " His voice all but snarled out, drawing back, gripping hard again he jerked the thug to its feet with him, who tried to topple, groping out he found the hip blaster, pulling it loose he tucked it into his own belt. " Anymore weapons on you? "
" No... " it replied in its native tongue. One Ryl had learned to some extent, glad it understood the Galactic standard, unable to speak Rodian back.
" You will lead me to the ship. " Ryl spat out.
" You're blind, I say no. " Came a mocking, yet pained reply.
A simple slight turn of his hand had the Rodian singing a different tune three seconds later.
" No tricks, or else I'll take action you won't like. Now walk. " With that he gave the Rodian a shove from behind, using the toe of his boot on the small of its back. His vision clearing up enough he was beginning to see dark blurred over blobs that he figured were people, the one infront of him obviously the Rodian thug, since he still clutched its wrist in his own hand.
Senses on full alert, he began to head hurridly back to the ship. His captive leading the way.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 23:19:28 GMT -5
Ne’tra Solus:
If her ship were in fact to be conquered by an outsider, even that of a crafty Rodian, then Dyn’la would make sure it was well earned. She had no tolerance for such things, and refused to stand down from within her galley. The resting spot had only been sought out for a chance to breath, to think before she acted. And with that thought came the release of anger. Truly it pissed her off to think that some dirty little Rodian with obvious balls of brass had thought her to be easy prey, ship ripe for the taking. Pushing away from the wall in a swift turn, coat skirting around the back of her knees in a sweep hand already raising to activate the door, she pushed through with a growl to her lips. Nothing visible blocked her path, but she knew full well that just because she couldn’t see something, didn’t mean it wasn’t there. No sooner had she stepped free of the galley into the loading room did she stop, left foot spaced shoulder width from her right.
The Rodian had taken on the same position that she had, pressing his form to the outside of the door, little had she known that they were practically back to back moments before, with only the wall separating their shoulders. As he watched her exit the room he did not hesitate in making his moves one thought to his mind, subdue then retrieve. Stepping with her standing just barely shorter than she did, his arm was fast to reach out and around her left side until snapping into place forearm to her throat drawing her backwards in an attempt to pull her off balance. While his right hand moved in unison to bring up a small pistol aimed at her side embracing her from behind in a dance of threat.
Before the Rodian could speak a word Dyn’la raged, her growl turning into a hiss as the arm caught her then pulled her back. She was not a betting woman, not typically, but when it came to split second decisions she used anything that came to her and chose to think that if she were to be assassinated, this shared dance would have begun with the blasts from a weapon and not the unusual close range combat. That in mind she brought both hands which now seemed to exhibit not nails but polished claws up to grasp the same arm trying to choke the breath free of her. Nails bit harshly against the arm sinking deep against the fabric covering flesh, and she used shifted against him, bracing her back to his chest. As the Rodian stepped back once more, she moved with him, building momentum until slipping her left foot just between his legs effectively latching the bend of her booted foot around the back of his ankle, pushing with all she had off of her right.
The Rodian now fell prey to Dyn’la, tripped and going down with the weight of her upon him. His arm wielding the blaster flailed, desperate to find leverage of his own so that she would fail in throwing him down. He failed, she was upon him, back to chest, fingers used as claws that would make even the highest Togorian proud, holding his arm in place over her throat. Control, she surged with it, in thought being one step ahead of the toppled man. As soon as they had slammed against the wall they slid to the floor, her hips turning with that of her legs until the rest of her body followed. With sheer force, still holding his arm tight within her clutches she rolled until both of her knees struck against the floor and followed through by dragging him over her back in a fast whip that would send him to her left side just as she released his arm.
Fast to try and recollect himself, to bring about returned control to the situation as he had been thrown over, the Rodian did just as she would have and rolled one full rotation further than she’d landed him immediately bringing up his right hand still armed with the blaster to have it pointed directly at her face. “You cannot win,” he said, smug and satisfied with himself.
“And neither can you,” she retorted wickedly, already having kneeled away from her hands and knees position to bring up both arms, the concealed sleeve gun earlier activated now only waiting to be triggered as she seemingly pointed towards him chest.
He didn’t have to see the threat to know that the woman was quite serious, her eyes certainly were focused, and he knew her reputation enough to know that she rarely bluffed.
Ryl Mevek:
It didn't take long for the Rodian, whos name was apparently. Jozg. To have himself and Ryl back at the ship, the Rodian was near passing out, his arm broken just below the bicep, his wrist almost bursting from the inside out with fractured bones. Clutching tightly to his arm.
" We here, now what you do Jeedai? " he rasped out at the Jedi knight.
" We go back to the ship and you call your friend out, then we all sit down and have a nice friendly conversation. " Ryl's stern voice answered.
Blinking away more splashes of mixed shadows and light, his vision slowly crept back to him. Blurred, like looking through a fishbowl he was still able to see even if it was mild. The hanger door open, the loading bay visible. Giving Jozg another shove, making him stumble up the ramp.
Reaching the top Ryl had full view of Jozg's companion and Dyn'la. Weapons pointed at one another (Dyn'la's sleeve gun and the Rodian's blaster).
His right leg snapped out abruptly, the side of his foot slaming into the back of his captives knee, driving him to the ground with a grunt. His voice deep, suddenly loud, carrying and full of command as he spoke towards the other intruder. " Put your weapon down! "
Anger almost boiled up inside of him, training washed it aside, keeping him level. Not quite quick enough to hide the hard edge it added to his words though. Feeling himself sliding into the flow, the Force drawing out, enveloping him as he began to pull it towards his will...
Ne’tra Solus:
Deadlocked the two stared at one another, neither quite willing to make the first move. Dyn’la too enraged by the confrontation to speak another word, her mind willing her to shoot the Rodian. Wishing for him to suffer as the single laser blast would knot his guts into quick retraction, the heat cauterized it’s entry point. She wanted to hear him screaming for mercy, to ball and clench at his guts for his offense upon her ship. Of course the desired reaction would only end with her likely facing the same action and reaction. Unlike Dyn’la the Rodian hadn’t the intention of killing her, he’d not been hired to do so, that being what kept him from first fire.
As Ryl moved up the ramp, his words breaking the silence between them, the Rodian facing her remained steadfast though his eyes shifted away from her own as he took note that his partner was in an even worse situation than he had landed himself in. For the moment, while he was on equal ground with Dyn’la, he felt that he had the upper hand in regards to Ryl. This woman was after all, his ticket away from Skip 3, to kill her despite the orders passed down from Licu, or even wound her would mean he’d have quite a struggle in finding another escape. He thought long and hard about the situation before his partner beckoned for him to lower his arm. A disturbed snarl exhaled from the Rodian as his hand lowered, at which time he turned to view Ryl fully with a sneer, if it could be considered that.
The threat removed after much thought, Dyn’la kept her right arm raised at an angle that adjusted as she stood. “What in THE hell, is going on,” she said addressing them all at once, memories of the duo inside of the cantina blurred by the effects the drug had, had over her mind.
Ryl Mevek:
Ryl could never tell the facial expressions of ugly Rodians, the meaning came across however. Stepping around the already beaten Jozg he moved near the one before Dyn'la, taking it's weapon away from it, placing it next to the other he had tucked into his belt.
" Quite a collection I'm gathering. " He seemed not to pay much attention to Dyn'la's question of what was going on. Proceeding to pull out a small light cord from his utililty belt, turning to grab ahold of the wounded thug to drag him next to his partner in crime. Tethering one to the other, binding them by the hands and forearms to one another, back to back.
" Just as I told your friend, don't try any thing and no harm will fall on you. " Satisfied with his job on securing the new prisoners he stepped back, looking over at Dyn'la. Silent for a moment before he spoke, " Why not ask Jozg and his friend. I know just as much as you Dyn'la Solus. "
He turned around as though leaving her watch over them, closing the ramp. Sealing all four for them and her assistant droid back up inside the smuggler's ship. Facing the trio behind him once more, hooking one thumb into the top of his belt as he leaned against the wall, using his elbow against it to support his upperbody. " Start talking. " Was all he said, his voice dark, hollow, seemingly devoid of emotion this time.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 23:20:52 GMT -5
Ne’tra Solus:
“Well I certainly don’t think they were here for me,” she spat in the Jedi’s direction before turning into a semi pace as the ramp closed. Many times she’d traveled back and forth from here to Vural, and not once had she a confrontation quite like this. Being escorted from her ship upon occasion sure, but to have them sneak aboard and actually attack, never. Quite ungrateful that he’d even returned to finish up the encounter she’d had, Dyn’la looked first at the Rodians then back to the man that had possibly jeopardized her run, there were a million snide remarks to be said as she seethed with anger, but none were adequate in expressing just what she felt at that exact moment. In truth, she couldn’t wait to be rid of him. For the first time during her under handed, greed driven routine of life, payment to be received after the job was complete hardly seemed worth the effort involved. With a brisk walk, hands clenched and drawn down from an exaggerated wave of frustration she removed herself from the situation mumbling, “Easy enough, take the man to Coruscant, get paid, leave….” A sharp growl washed away the extreme note of sarcasm. She easily placed blame entirely upon him, not even a second thought on the matter. “Better be a big payment, BIG!” Her voice could still be heard until two doors seperated her from the trio. Then she settled into the choobiepit, still shaking from the rush of adrenaline that had aided her earlier.
As the obviously disturbed woman left the area, the two Rodians struggled against one another, testing the bindings. Neither held true interest in speaking, for them it could mean one of several things. The most threatening of those things not being the Jedi that made promises of no harm, not even so much as Licu’s anger at their failure, but to be met by the unspeakable, and face his wrath, or have their families suffer as a result of their inability to follow orders efficiently. Speaking to each other in only their native tongue, one nodded, then Jozg stiffened in place, sitting up with the nod of his chin, “No death,” he said, “My partner and I only followed you both here because of her condition when she left the Cantina, she got sloppy, we wanted to search the ship, see what was to be had.” It was a lie, but his face with large glossed black eyes refused to betray him. If there were muscles to be found in the extended jaw that came to a funneled point were only the lips moved with speech, even they were held at bay, Rodians wore a mask beyond the mask, and would prove hard to read for most.
Ryl Mevek:
The Jedi's jaw twitched as a muscle underneath the flesh bounced, mulling everything over as it unfolded before him. Brushing off her angry tone as he idly rubbed his forearm with his opposing hand, feeling nicks in the flesh from earlier activities. No longer using it to brace himself, now having his shoulder as support.
Her abrupt outburst didn't leave him time to respond. Not even attempting to, figuring she just needed to calm herself, almost spouting off one of the proverbs his Master would have directed towards him but deciding against such a course. Her exit left the room suddenly very silent, until the Rodian Jozg spoke. “No death, my partner and I only followed you both here because of her condition when she left the Cantina, she got sloppy, we wanted to search the ship, see what was to be had.”
Lifting his gaze from the direction she had wandered off he pulled himself back to reality, having drifted into his own train of thought, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he stared a hole into the bound up captives. " We will see if you speak the truth when we reach Coruscant, the Council will rip it from your skulls. The methods are... quite painful. " A bluff of his own, but something for them to think about as he walked to the two once more, searching them completely for any thing he might have missed before, " On the trip behave, please. I don't want to play the role of the bad guy. " He offered a small unpleasent smile to the two, as he gripped the bindings, dragging them roughly to the crew quarters where he could watch them...
Ne’tra Solus:
Neither moved to speak further, though Jozg did protest with unusual shrieks of desperation as the Jedi pulled them by the very binds that ate against the flesh of his broken arm and wrist. For the extent of the merciless side motion his legs scrambled, heels digging into the floor wildly in an attempt to move willingly rather than have the cord continuously force the bones to grind against one another in a disgusting crunch.
Even through closed doors Dyn’la witnessed the high pitched sounds of agony produced by one of the captives aboard her ship. For a moment she thought to investigate the scene, hands paused mid motion over the control console while turning to observe the unmoving door. It would prove to be little more than a fleeting thought, whatever punishment the Jedi dealt had been well deserved, if she were to interrupt, it wouldn’t have been to beg that he show mercy, but perhaps add to their discomfort. That was not a side of herself she cared to display, not for him, the Rodians or even for her. Quick to return her focus back to the console, her fingers moved with grace over the panel, until the craft began to shudder with a soft hum. It wouldn’t be long before they’d be leaving Skip 3, and so far she did not foresee further obstacles in the path. Sitting up straight in her seat rather than holding true to the lazy posture she’d grown accustomed to, Dyn’la looked through the view port to ensure that everything was as it should be. Outside of the ship the bay thrived with activities, nothing peculiar, nothing that concerned her. “Coruscant,” she said, her voice now softened and under control while entering their destination for recognition. Then began the tedious process of undocking, her mental check list out of order, but spoken and acted upon one by one.
Ryl Mevek:
Felt relieved that they were finally headed in the right direction. Hearing Jozg scream in sheer utter agony as he pulled them by the bindings he stopped, letting them drop to the ground in the cabin.
" Jozg. I had almost forgotten. " He leaned down, placing his fingers on the shoulder of the Rodian, and below the forearm. Beginning to call upon the Force once more, letting it channel through him turning into healing energies to course through Jozg's broken arm. Slowly utilizing its full ability to mend the man's destroyed limb. Displaying a show of mercy and compassion most in his situation wouldn't even bother with.
The Rodian passed out from the pain, slumping against the other. Ryl stood back to his feet stepping away from them both, " He shall be fine... " was all he said as the other stared off towards the Jedi, an odd mixture of awe and confusion in his eyes.
" Why you heal an enemy? " It asked quizzically.
" He needed it. " Was the only response he gave the Rodian. Silent for now as he contemplated. Steepling his fingers infront of his face, resting the elbows upon his knees, somewhat hunched over, leaning foreward. Planted on the short lower bunk. " You two will be stuck in that position for a while, so I suggest you make yourself comfortable, if you act like good little criminals I may just untie you enough you can curl up on the other bunk. "
" You weak Jeedai. When loose will have you killed. " His retorted.
The Jedi Knight didn't respond, he only stared. Not at the Rodian but through him, lost to the cosmos. Not even hearing its words. His mind adrift elsewhere, images flooding through it. Ones that brought him a feeling of guilt... he sunk into silent meditation. Fending off thoughts and emotions, transforming himself into what he had not long ago been called. An emotionless robot...
Anka:
Watching Cryo take his leave, Anka turned and made her way to the main area of the ship, watching him as he slipped into his quarters and into his bed, hoping that he wouldn't mind that she had left her things strewn about his room, she really should have picked them up, but she didn't want to disturb his rest now.
Settling herself in what she would presume to be the chair he sat in when he was in this part of the ship, she turned her head as she heard his droid come up behind her, beeping and saying who knows what. She stared back at it as it finished whatever it was it was doing and then scurried off to who knows where.
Looking out the window she watched the stars as they flew by, nothing but darkness surrounding them. Sitting back, she crossed her legs at the knee, closing her eyes and resting as they continued onward.
Ne’tra Solus:
Without a hitch Ne’tra Solus finally left Skip 3, under Dyn’las watchful eye smoothly navigated through the crowding of the asteroid field that could prove fatal if underestimated. It wasn’t always an easy path as things were forever changing, but for this exit at least, things were uneventful, and for that she was grateful. Only after the course had been set, and the craft shivered its way into hyperspace did she leave the choobiepit behind, entrusting the robot to stand vigilant while she passed through the ship one door at a time. Even as the anger within had died down, she didn’t feel an ounce of desire to confront the Jedi where ever he had been. While she’d said a fair amount with the sparse words spoken earlier, it was hardly enough to relay what was on her mind.
Pleased in finding the trio vanished from the loading bay, Dyn’la chose to go into the galley. It was just as much a comfort zone as her own quarters, and judging from the occasional sound coming from the crew bunk room, she came to assume that the party of displeasure had moved towards that direction. As she eyed the small kitchenette area it occurred to her that she’d not had much to eat for more than a days time, so now she took the time to move freely about, enjoying the solitude, soon setting adrift the smell of a fragrant meal of spiced noodles, and pumli, the equivalent of a diced tomato without the ripened red hue, but instead being deep green and vacant of seeds. Pleased by the small meal, her stomach tight with anticipation she took up the edges of a wooden bowl in one hand while resting the bottom against her opposite palm. The heat steamed upwards to mingle against the air in a twist, she smiled as she took a delicious breath, and seated herself at the table bolted to the far wall.
For a moment, brief as it was, she didn’t feel as if an entire galaxy riddled with The Makers and devils, good and bad were trying to swallow her whole. She just sat, one elbow propping lazily against the table while manipulating the steel fork with her other, stirring the noodles as they cooled. It was a time for self reflection, and deep thought, cherished memories to play through her mind, rather than reek havoc.
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