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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 23:15:13 GMT -8
Kuat City is the capital city of the planet of Kuat. It contains the Nebula Orchid diner, and at least part of the city consists of elegant towers and spires that echo Kuat's famous orbital shipyards, as well as rows of shops.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2013 10:04:32 GMT -8
Battle of Kuat - Three Towers Skirmish
Resi started awake with a pounding head. As the world slowly swam back into view around him he noticed that the Hunter was resting somewhat peacefully on the ground. Well, as peacefully as a ship could be when it was mostly spread out over half a square kilometre. Many of the rooms had been breached, either in the initial collision, or on touchdown.
The last clear thing he remembered was the droid pilot dropping them out of hyperspace & then wailing about an asteroid or other. Less than a second after leaving hyperspace, there was a massive crunch followed by an eternity of screaming metal & people. A quick check on the people that had fled from the burning ruins of Yavin 4 showed that most that had boarded the ship were now dead.
The heat in the cockpit was quickly rising, it was time to leave. The swirl of colours in the air & the choking taste filling his lungs told him that the other would probably not be able to see their own hands. He could leave the few survivors to their own chances or he could take a few seconds to guide them to safety. He as walked down the central hallway of the ship, he made up his mind. He was on a potentially hostile world with little hope of help. The others would be useful. They were also between him & the twins.
Striding confidently through the mess hall, Resi has quickly gathered the remaining survivors, leading them back to the engine rooms. Leading the group into the room ahead of the growing fire, Resi made his way out of the emergency exit at the rear of the shuttle. Once the group was out of the vehicle, they gathered a distance away near the entrance to one of the towers.
The ship had come down in the central courtyard of a trio of office towers. Two of the three towers were mostly intact, despite the rain of debris that had shattered many of the windows. The last tower was the one that the group was standing at the foot of. Much of one face of the building had been sheared off by the falling ship.
Resi oversaw a quick inventory of the people & equipment that he had access to. Everyone had some level of injuries, either from the escape from the temple, or from the landing itself. All told their were three other jedi knights, twenty-one of the temple guards, & the twins. The guards had a range of basic rifles & sidearms. None of them had any heavy weapons, most had been left on Yavin, & the few that had been brought had remained in the ship.
Something was very wrong with the city. Very few people were around, & no fire brigades had responded to the burning ship yet. Also, no planetary governor in their right mind would haul rocks into shipping lanes without a very good reason.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2013 8:54:48 GMT -8
With much of the avenue between the three towers turned into molten slag, there was little left for the squad to investigate as it arrived. Chunks of molten slag impacted and cratered much of the street, turning this section of the city into something out of a nightmare for whoever had to perform maintenance. Small fires had broken out within the pitted boulevard, providing the extra light to enhance the tactical squad’s view of the carnage. Portions of bodies were found as they moved closer and closer towards the centre area of the tri-tower plaza, but sadly nothing of note in which they could accomplish their objective. They could tell that the flesh portions of what they found were either Human or xenos in origin, but they could not place if they were Mandalorian or allied with the Dark Tide. It was a shame the Mandalorian way of life had become a culture, rather than a race of beings. It would have made their job oh so much simpler.
Tossing a charred section of a human hand to the ground, the medic of the tasked squad shook his head in remorse. This sight affected him the most as he was tasked with preserving life, rather than destroying it like his comrades were. Clad in their ebon body gloves and blast vests, they scoured the ruins of the vessel, tossing aside molten bulkheads and kicking at the burnt corpses of the people they had found. It was disrespectful to the memories of who these people once were and as the events began to play out before him, the sight began to churn his stomach. For what seemed like a half square kilometre, the wreckage stretched onwards. More severed and charred limbs were found as they pressed forward, moving through larger and more intact sections of the vessel.
“Such a waste...”
The medic whispered through clenched teeth, as he began checking the charred remains for any identifying markers. There had to be something that remained within the seared corpse that could mark who the person was before they had impacted with Captain Aximand’s orbital trap. Patting down the entirety of the fallen human, the medic withdrew his hands and wiped them against the dark fabric of his legs. There was nothing that stood out, as in nothing personal that would have tied him to a certain culture or signifying marks that would have suggested tribal tattoos. There was no traditional armour of the warrior nomads to be found; in fact it seemed to him that this trap the Navy had set up was meant more for the supposed allies of the Dark Tide than their enemies. He could only hope that wasn’t the case, and that what remained within the burnt out husk of a space faring vessel was the enemy. Otherwise, they would be hard pressed to explain this atrocity in microcosm.
Pushing himself up from the ground, the nameless medic started to jog in order to catch up with his escort. The tactical squad, armed with the staple weapon of the antiquated stormtrooper corps, began searching the nearby streets and marking out familiar sections of the vessel that remained intact. Their orders were clear, for they were to determine who this ship belonged to and terminate any survivors if the people within had proven to be Mandalorian. The sergeant kept his eyes peeled as he stalked forward through the burning wreckage, doing whatever he could to keep the ash from fogging up his goggles and keep his sights true. He wasn’t sure how his men would react if they had found this vessel to be one of the scouting craft of the advancing invasion force, but he was sure they would be the ones to shoot first…
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2013 8:16:19 GMT -8
Battle of Kuat, Three Towers Skirmish
Resi saw the approaching troops before they saw the group of survivors, a benefit of being able to see through walls & smoke. The fact that each of the figures was wearing heavy armour let to only a single thought.
-Resi Mandalorians.
The remaining survivors reacted instantly to that statement. Within seconds, everyone had weapons in their hands & were moving into the lobby of the partially shattered building. The troops were coming down the single road that led into the courtyard, soon they would be able to see the still burning, but mostly intact hulk that had been their ride in. Officially, each of the towers only had an entrance into the courtyard, but with the number of large windows on the lower floors, that meant little.
Making their way deeper into the building, some of the less experienced fighters checked the turbolifts, but the power was out for the entire area, if not the entire city. A quick glance showed Resi exactly were to find the nearest unblocked stairwell. Herding the most of the others in that dirrection, a few of the survivors decided to stay in the lobby to set up an ambush. Mainly because the ones that stayed were too injured to keep pace with the rest of the group. In total five of the temple guard hid themselves in the lobby waiting for the 'mandalorian' squad. The rest made their way further up the building.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 19:36:15 GMT -8
The tactical squad had found a survivor amidst the wreckage, though what was left could be barely considered a living being. Whatever species this sentient being had once been had been seared from his flesh in the fires of the ships violent descent, and the signifiers as to what gender this being was lay shrouded beneath several layers of broken durasteel and sundered duracrete. As the medic had finally caught up to the tactical squad he was assigned too, he had silently directed the men to begin clearing away the debris. The Corpsman needed better access to the survivor in order to assess and treat the newly found patient. Several minutes of pained grunting had passed before the subject had been freed from his improvised tomb, leaving the medic with the assurances of this humanoid figure being female. Moving forward and dropping down to her side, the medic ripped open one of his medkits and pulled out the trauma kit. Despite the fact she had been burned from head to toe and could barely speak, the tactical squad had wanted answers; and that was where the Corpsman had come into play. Slamming a syringe into the side of her jugular and pressing down upon the plunger, a distilled batch of analgesic stimulants had surged into the woman’s veins. While the painkillers would do little but ease her suffering, it gave the medic some breathing room in which to work his magic with.
She was going to die, but to the Corpsman that eventuality didn’t matter. It was his duty to try to save her life, and when all hope had been snuffed out by the icy grip of death; it was his responsibility to ensure her passing was as painless as can be. As the woman expired before him with her eyes pointed towards one of the nearby towers, and the exposed lobby thereafter. The tactical squad’s Sergeant pushed up towards the now dead figure of a seared corpse and saw something glitter about her neck. From that sight alone, two rectangular shaped tags, the gruff Imperial army trooper could tell that this woman was from the military. Unsure of the planet or even of the woman’s name, he punched a gloved hand into her cooked chest and extracted the dog tags. When they had gotten back to the hovervan, the tags would be cleaned and reconstructed in order to reveal the identity of the deceased. Until then, the black armoured Sergeant turned his gaze towards the shattered lobby of a nearby tower, having followed the gaze of the dying woman.
If there were survivors, they would go to ground and await a rescue party. He knew this, because it was part of his basic training all those years ago. Had he survived a bone rattling crash on a world filled with strange faces, he too would’ve chosen the nearest place to hide and fortify until someone familiar had shown up. Pressing his middle finger tight against the extended index digit, the Sergeant wordlessly ordered his squad to form up on him as they advanced into the darkness of the starscraper. In a loose formation with their rifles raised, each of the ten men slowly advanced through the rubble and steadily eased themselves into the lobby. The medic had fallen behind once again, administering last rites to the fallen woman. His comrades had little respect for the honoured dead, and while he could share in their heresy, the nameless medic chose to take the moral high ground. These men and women had died because of a dastardly trick put about by a desperate man; the least they could do is treat the dead with the respect they did not get in life. Thirty paces behind the tactical squad’s Sergeant, the Corpsman had left his rifle slung about his shoulders and instead brandished his Medkit for quick and easy use should more bodies be found. Having seen the extent of the damage this plaza between the Three towers had sustained, the Medic was sure that there would be plenty of faces that required his medical expertise…
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 12:40:55 GMT -8
Battle of Kuat, Three Towers Skirmish
As the third man of the squad entered the lobby, the five temple guards hiding there opened fire. Of the five only two were behind anything that would give protection from incoming fire. The other three were hunching down behind various pieces of rubble that would do little more than prevent clear line of sight. Only one of the temple guards actually pulled himself up enough to sight down his weapon, the other four just head them up enough to spray fire in the direction of the doors.
Above, the rest of the survivors heard the shots being fired & picked up the pace. One of the twins took a few moments to rig a crude tripwire trap with a grenade taken from one of the troopers. Resi was certain that most of the troopers would probably die in the encounter. They had already suffered through too much to take much more punishment. However, he wouldn't let them die before they had fully served their purpose. They would be used, & when they had nothing left, he would discard them.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 13:57:54 GMT -8
With the advantage of surprise taken from their grasp, two of the ten men had dropped when the wild spray of bolts had surged into the air. They clung to life with every ragged breath, but were incapacitated due to the impact these hostile forces had made upon their blast vests and open faced helms. One of the two men had first degree burns about his chest where the energy of the projectile dissipated through the fibres of his vest, several small fires had sparked across his arms as the bolts seared through the flesh and rendered his left arm and right leg utterly useless do to the electrical surge flowing through the limbs. Guttering out, the man cried out in agony as he fell to the sundered lobby’s floor, crashing down behind a piece of the craft that had been tossed into the foyer when the vessel crashed. Smoke rose from his wounds and the man did what he could to shimmy himself further into his improvised cover’s embrace. The second of the injured pair had taken a round through the meatier portion of his neck, a flicker tail of fire ignited and seared the skin as the energy of the bolt diffused into his system and dropped him to the floor. Though he still lived, if medical attention had not been given soon the smouldering skin would sear into his windpipe and the trooper would die of suffocation.
The nameless Corpsman watched on as his comrades reacted to the blind spray of blaster fire, only to see two of his comrades hit the deck not of their own design. His eyes narrowed as they ran down the severity of the injuries they had sustained, determining who needed his care the most. With his decision holding the lives of two troopers in the balance he had to be sure of which man was at a more critical state. Swiftly shaking his head and breaking out into a run, the Medic surged towards the soldier who had taken a bolt to the neck. Sliding underneath the arcing torrent of laser fire, the Corpsman braved the horrors of the firefight to get to his brother in arms. Negating the fear of being shot, his trained and disciplined mind had taken over. Do your job, get the man back in the fight, he told himself over and over again. As the mantra repeated itself to the point of unconscious repetition he began working on sealing the wound and treating the smouldering flesh before it seared his windpipe.
The Sergeant and his squad, those whom still remained standing, moved with practiced ease as they took cover behind the frames of the shatter windows. It wouldn’t provide them complete protection from the onslaught they had waltzed into, but they had to deal with what they were given. Each of the eight soldiers tactically withdrew behind the partial cover, firing in the direction of the incoming bolts. Some had struck the cover before the obscured men, and the others sailed over seeking to drive the men further to ground or take out those foolish enough to stand. When the eight ebon clad troopers had placed themselves out of direct harm’s way, the Sergeant called out to the unconfirmed hostiles sequestered within the sundered Lobby floor.
“You Mandalorian scum have come to the wrong planet!” He called out, his gruff Kuati accent thickly coating every syllable as it spewed from his mouth. “You’ll rue the day you laid eyes upon Kuat!”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 9:02:19 GMT -8
*Sadly for the Temple Guards, the words fell on deaf ears. The return fire of the Kuati troops had been a combination of accurate & lucky. The three guards that were only hidden from view lay dying or dead, the various bits of scenery they had hidden behind doing nothing to stop the burning blasts of energy. One that had taken position behind the remains of a ornamental shrub had caught a blaster bolt to the face, killing him instantly & completely bypassing the protective nature of his helmet due to the half-clam design. Another had been laying behind a low pile of broken stones & had taken a shot to the chest, normally his armour would have saved his life, but it had already been greatly damaged in the Sack & the crash. The last of the hidden Guards had the misfortune of having his blaster rifle hit by a stray shot, causing it to detonate. One of the Guards that had been hiding behind part of the reception desk had taken a bolt to his exposed leg & was more interested in vainly attempting to prevent himself from bleeding out. The last remaining guard was hunkered behind a fair sized chunk of the ship that they had ridden down in & was now jammed firmly into the ground.
A quick series of taps on the metal, & the lack of response from the others convinced him that he was the last one holding the lobby. A quick check of what he had didn't offer much. A blaster pistol & his rifle, everything else had been handed over to the others going on ahead. Time to improvise then. Cracking open his sidearm, he quickly pulled loose a wire & jammed it back into the output terminal. Unfortunately for him, he was too concentrated on the task & missed the yelled statement of the Sergeant. Before long the weapon would build up a massive charge & explode with the force of a small grenade. Setting it down beside him, he lifted the rifle again & opened fire at the 'Mandalorians'.*
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 26, 2014 19:36:37 GMT -8
A month after the end of the Battle of Kuat...
News outlets and their field reporters mull around the center of Kuat City, a large open air fountain with towering sculpture of polished steel rising towards the heavens. A stage has been erected just in front of the fountain, using the pristine looking glass skyscrapers as a majestic back drop. The word was that the leader of Dark Tide was going to follow up her remarks to the Senate with a more formal address. At the appointed time, Sinistra emerged from the lobby of the closest office building, ascending the stage while Lorta asked everyone to take their seats. She looked impeccable, in a finely tailored set of formal robes of traditional noble cut, in silver, lilac and black. She was wearing makeup, her hair artfully done up to make sure her face and ears would be free of obstructions. She smiled at the crowd, and began her address.
"Good afternoon. I come to you today to talk about the recent losses we have suffered across the sovereign worlds of Dark Tide. The Mandalorian crusade has been successfully stopped thanks in part to the sacrifices made by the men and women of Dark Tide. We struck a blow against the fanatical regime of Ashrah and his forces have retreated back to their homeworld, their ability to strike out at us taken away from them. But the price of that comfort has not come cheaply for any of those involved. All sides have suffered setbacks and catastrophic death tolls. Taung H'rel, who decimated 2 planets, costing millions of lives met his death on this very planet.
It is time to turn our focus away from the things we have lost but it is hard to turn away from those nightmares when they are still going on for some of the galaxy. The people of Kuat were evacuated by the Republic and I thank them for their help to save so many precious lives. There has been talk to join the Republic and I took those wishes with me to Coruscant and I addressed the Senate. It was less than encouraging. There is much bureaucracy and much descension among the members who serve there. They are far removed from their homes, their focus so narrowed on their own prestige that the decadence and opulence of the domed house of government is an affront to the people who are dying for them to send troops, relief or trade.
I want to believe that they would have loftier aspirations but they are flawed and self righteous. They know better than you how you should be protected. Or helped. They do not see you as equal. We cannot look to them for fairness. They want the coffers of KDY but suggested that Dark Tide should not rebuild their lost ships. Without those ships, I cannot protect trade routes, or supply lines to worlds torn apart in this war. They cannot help their own people. There are too many voices in the Senate, too many interests vying for their own ambition. The leadership is ineffective and corruption is rampant.
We are better off making our own way as we always have but my eyes are open now to the failings of the Republic. I cannot turn my back on the ones they have underserved. But as Dark Tide, we cannot do the things we must to enrich the lives of not only our worlds but of those who also have no delusions about the effectiveness of the Senate. Effective immediately, Dark Tide is no more. We will not carry on as merely an economic alliance of worlds. Beginning today, we stand together as an Empire, destined to support each other under the rule of one who has never faltered in their commitment to the success and growth of the worlds who raised our banner.
As your Emperor, I ask you to help me rebuild those worlds who have seen devastation. Upon this planet, we will establish our own Senate, where the representatives you choose help to guide me in diverting the flow of trade and resources where all worlds will thrive. To those watching from worlds who have been forgotten by the Senate, pull your support. Pledge your alliegance to the Galactic Empire and I personally promise you that you will never be just a anonymous pod of nameless dignitaries in the crowd. Ask the citizens of our worlds, reach out to our embassies.
This marks the beginning of a new era in the galaxy. One of growth, one of prosperity. One where the Empire is rebuilt to a greater and stronger vision than the Republic could ever hope to be. Long live the Empire!"
Her speech complete, Sinistra leaves the podium and disappears into the lobby of the office building she had earlier appeared from.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2014 18:33:15 GMT -8
Lauchlans ship came down from orbit going to the docking station that he was designated for, He landed his ship into the bay softly and got out of the flight chair. Lauchlan we to the captins quarters he had set up for himself picking up his light sabers he strapped them to the lower of his back and throwing a black robe around himself. He walked out of the ship as he saw a droid coming towards him quickly
Lauchlan sighed softly pulling out a data pad before the droid could speak to show him his credential of him allow to be here
=Droid=
“Thank you sir, have a nice day!”
The droid walked off
Lauchlan walked out of the bay area and looked around the city sighing with relief it had been a while since he had set foot on a planet, he had to make sure to find a palce to stock up on a few supplies.
“Now time to go to the Diner I have heard so much about”
Lauchlan walked down the streets of the busy city casually checking out some of the shops that he passed by looking at a few of the interesting things that he saw. As Lauchlan made his way down the street he finally ran across the Nebula Orchid Diner and casually went inside, looking around he found a booth to go sit at.
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Post by Sa'kage on Mar 12, 2014 20:36:17 GMT -8
Sa'kage allowed the ship to land itself and when it had he released a small breath in the form of a sigh he had not even known he had been holding. Pressing his palms against the chair of the pilot and pushing himself upwards he walked to the first cabin where he had deposited his supplies, equipment, as weapons. Slowly the male strapped in to his armor, then checked first the laser upon his left arm for a full charge. Then the male Kage warrior checked the wrist blades upon his right arm, causing them to snap out with a simple voice command. He grinned to himself, enjoying that swishing click then caused the blades to retract with another command. A simple check with his fingers confirmed his vakrolian spin blades where in their proper 'decorative' housing compartments upon his back along each side of his spine.
Instinctively reaching for his electro-sword he paused and shook his head. There was no need to carry that and draw unwanted attention to the weapon. Nor to the blaster he usually carried. Instead he picked up his unique baton and placed it upon his hip instead like a oversized lightsaber, even though it wasn't and nodded. Feeling secure enough he stepped from the room, no longer the weak barely older then a boy who had spoken over the comm system. With his feet upon the ground and weapons in hand Sa'kage was in his element.
With a simple gesture at the droid to follow Sa'kage exited the vehicle and began walking down the streets of Kuat city, looking for somebody to sell this droid for who wouldn't skim him to bad, and possibly attempt to change the registration of the space craft to himself, instead of a dead man.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2014 5:59:24 GMT -8
Lauchlan sat in the diner for a while order and ate his food, he was very satisfied for it, but he figured it was time to go and explore the city some more, LAuchlan kept walking until he found a droid market, intrested Lauchlan figured he might be able to find a droid that would suit his need for piloting a ship when he did not want to, seeing as he was out in space a lot he figured the droid would be some form of company. Lauchlan walked around staring at droids seemingly not really knowing what he was looking for as he never had a droid. he figured it would of been to pick one and that be it but he had now learned there was more to it than that and sighed lightly. getting fed up with the choices he just decided to leave.
"looks like I should just find a person to fly with next time"
Lauchlan laughed to himself thinking he hadn't had company in a while which didn't bother him all that bad.
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Post by Sauthril Caelan on Mar 14, 2014 15:35:33 GMT -8
It was not everyday that we found a break from are work to enjoy life just a little bit. Having just returned a few days ago from a mission on Onderon, Russ had left the company of his master and fellow cleansers. Though the last mission had not be a complete success, him and Malek had brought back somethings for his master to look into. But finding that business boring, was the reason he was out in the streets today. Unlike the others Russ like to me among people, and seeing them act there daily lives. Something him and his brothers use to do everyday before they had been brought before Sauthril and Changed. Now Russ did not hate what he was, in fact he loved what he had become and what they stood for. But he didn't not give up all of his being to there greater calling.
It seemed like a nice day to be out after all, the sun was shining and the streets were busy with the people. All only casting a brief look at him before hurrying along, he stood out against the crowd and knew it. With every glance he gave them a nod and a smile. He was not here to cause trouble and if he was going to be stationed on this planet for awhile he wanted the people of this planet to get use to him, to feel comfortable with him. Maybe even get to know them on a deeper level so that they may talk with him and hand over some over there thoughts. He was after all a man looking to enlightenment all.
Although Russ's attention was quickly drawn to a Droid sell going on. Journeying over to it, he decided to take a look at there goods. Truthfully he was not interested in buying any droids, he was just here to look around and kill some time. Russ had hundreds of men he could call on at anytime to fly him where he needed to be, or a fleet in which he could tag along with. Occasionally he would pop of a question or two, or stand next to other customers and listen to them ask there own questions. He enjoyed listening to the conversations, and attempts at bartering happening. Though he could not hold back a laugh when a man turned barely missing him, and started talking of finding someone else to fly with. Russ smiled as he turned to face him and spoke.
Aye, I would agree with you. Having a living being is far more fun then a droid. Though they do have there usefulness.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2014 20:39:58 GMT -8
Lauchlan was very quiet caught off by the man as he turned around only to be spoken back to, it wasn't every day or almost any day that lauchlan would be talking to another life form so it took him off guard. He also figured it wasn't every day a man would be talking to himself either. He politely smiled at the man and nodded though.
“Yes I must say I do find droids very awful they either talk all day every day or beep consistently, and a man of my stature who does the quiet bit of traveling I will say that it gets all so very tiresome having to listen to that type of stuff every day. “
Lauchlan laughed a bit thinking about it for a minute until he look at the man again and smiled
“Well I did forget to introduce myself I must apologize you see I have not actually spoken to a real human in a few months always traveling around in space lost with time I must say, at time I will meditate for days or even weeks without realizing it!”
Lauchlan sighed some laughing some more realizing that he went off topic once more he sighed lightly
“My name is Lauchlan no middle or last name for there is no need for middle or last, so I am Lauchlan nice to meet you kind sir.”
Lauchlan hoped he didn't weird the man out to much like he had said it had been some actual time that he had spoken to a life form of any sort in person for a long period of time.
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Post by Sa'kage on Mar 15, 2014 12:08:27 GMT -8
Sa'kage walked though the streets, looking around for a place to sell this worthless droid. Eventually he got tire of looking and stopped outside a store. Slipping inside he walked up to the counter and gestured at the person behind the counter, a young male human. Leaning upon the counter he spoke to the male through the mask of retrofitted Mandalorian armor.
"Where can I find a place to sell this droid, sir. Preferably a place where I can get its full value with out being swindled and little to no questions asked."
The young man looked at Sa'kage strangely and sighed before answering. "There is a droid market three blocks from here. Go down the street and at the intersection take a left. Go straight through the next and then turn right and immediately left again and you'll be there."
"Thanks kid." Although only nineteen years old himself, when he was masked and concealed Sa'kage called anybody young looking kid. Most people wouldn't expect a maladin assassin, well now an ex-assassin, to be as young as he was. So it helped make people think he was older then he was. Reaching in to a compartment on his armor he pulled out a hard currency coin that would be worth almost fifty credit and slid it across the counter to the kid with one finger an a silent nod. Now the kid would remember him and speak to him again if they should ever meet. A potential contact, with unknown information upon the heart of the Empire's home world. He would make sure to come visit the kid again.
Turning and walking out of the store he walked along the street, following the directions the young male had riven him. Turning left, then through the intersection then right and left again. He stopped and stared at the teeming mass of beings before him and frowned inside his armor. He was not a fan of large crowds, knowing how easy it was to take somebody out in them. However he needed to sell this droid and find somebody of the bounty hunters guild to see if he could collect on the dead Mandalorian scum he had killed. Steadying himself he strode in to the crowd to find the best buy for the astromech droid and a likely candidate to seek information from.
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Post by The Major on Mar 15, 2014 18:05:48 GMT -8
Elsewhere in the city.
She could have hidden herself from this point after disembarking from the HES Royal Iris, but it wasn't necessary at this juncture. Instead she walked without alias or guise, consulting a datapad to gain an insight to the locale landmarks. Considering the recent battle it was tough going. Still, she wanted to see what sort of art museum this city offered, if any. Besides, no one had exactly provided a location to report to in order to accept her new position of employment, though she as certainly dressed for the job with the usual suit the Major wore, along with carrying an oversized yellow parasol. It looked sunny enough today. She might unfurl it if the harsh rays became too annoying.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Mar 15, 2014 19:02:44 GMT -8
"I am surprised with you trying so hard to make the unbroken circle broken. It's almost as if you've forgotten what watches what you do in places dark as you offer those around you tokens?"
An ice spike in the brain, that's all it was. But it was more than enough to flair up the old frostbite of a migraine. It would have been sane if it was a presence in the Force. Instead she gets harsh tones of a blizzard and howling winds whispering in her mind. It was teasing. It was reading. Most importantly, it was laughing.
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Sauthril Caelan
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Post by Sauthril Caelan on Mar 16, 2014 18:33:32 GMT -8
Russ chuckled as the man spoke. He could relate to the long periods of solitude, master Caelan often sent them on mission to the far corners of the galaxy in search of some knowledge. And for months on end, they would be left on there own. Russ only smiled and nodded to the man as he ran his course, Russ kept an eye on the crowd as the man spoke making sure nothing would catch him by surprise. When it appeared the man had finished speaking Russ drew his attention directly back to Lauchlan, lowering his arms Russ brought his right hand out infront of him for Lauchlan to shake. A simple jesture, but one Russ hoped would establish a bit of trust between the two.
I can understand, and welcome to civilization again. I am Russ, First Chaplin of Vengeance Battalion, under the leadership of Priest Caelan. But you, you can just call me Russ. He had been ordered, now that the Empire had been formed, that they were to do formal introductions to establish a new formality do to are joining. But Russ hated the idea, yet it was not his place to speak out against the wishes of his master. So there it was, his rank established. Now to make sure it did not scare the young man away.
Normally I hate such formalities, but with the new founding Empire certain things have to happen. So what brings you to Kuat Lauchlan? Bussiness, pleasure, work? Seeing as he was out here, Russ thought he might be able to help the genatelman find where he was going. It also allowed him to know where people were going. Security you know? Got to make sure no one is already trying to destroy something just built.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2014 20:39:59 GMT -8
Lauchlan looked down at the man’s hand and smiled and him slightly he grasped the man’s hand and shook. While he grabbed the man’s hand he let the force flow though him to sense the man. He could tell her didn’t like what he was doing too much, because it didn’t interest him that much, he also sensed a hint of mistrust which was common for most people on their first meeting so he shrugged it off as nothing. He let go of the man hand and bowed lightly.
“Yes I must say civilization is nice, and it is very nice to meet you First Chaplin or Russ as you are named”
Lauchlan thought about why he was here, he wasn't quiet to sure why he was here because he had no knowledge or need to be here the empire the man was talking about did interest him though.
“Well I would say Business, but I have no real business on this planet for nothing of the force had actually pointed me this way, and pleasure, I wouldn’t consider this planet that of a pleasurable planet, no offense, he smirked lightly and I won’t be destroying any empire any day soon, for all empires will fall, but that would be a different history lesson.”
“But if you need to know I am a Jedi of sorts just on a mission for knowledge, but most would see my views of dark more suited for your type of empire I am guessing.”
Lauchlan laughed and smiled at the man.
“Well What is a Fine First Chaplain who hates formalities doing in a droid market.”
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Post by Sa'kage on Mar 17, 2014 7:10:48 GMT -8
Sa'kage moved through the crowd, trying to weave his way through their midst with out touching to many people. Sliding past two men standing there as they shook hands he brushed against one and moved past in to the droid market. The small astromech droid behind him beeped and whistled loudly, trying its best to keep up and move around people as it clearly wasn't as nimble as a human being.
Moving along he paused to talk to one shop owner, pointing at he approaching droid and shaking his head as the being offered a price he clearly didn't like. Attempting to raise the selling price the store owner refused and Sa'kage pulled away moving down to another shop an repeated the process. He ended with the same result and was growing frustrated. This droid needed to make him a little money at least, and he wasn't going to settle for these cut rate prices the shop owners wanted to give him knowing fully well they would turn about and sell the droid at twice that value.
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