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Post by Atia on Mar 18, 2014 15:41:10 GMT -8
Bateman made his days in calmness. He had a suit, as he was promised by her Imperial Majesty, and it was close to the casino witch was nice. He sometimes went down to gamble, no high stakes, just for the fun of it. Not because he didnt want to loose a lot of money, mostly because the high stakes games and halls had more security, and one of them might have a special scanner that he himself wouldnt like.
So, today he sat in a café. He had a caf in front of him and a cinnamon bun. He sat by the window to watch the people walk by. people...
Meatbags. Squish squish they walked. Not left, right, left, right, just squish squish. Spread their germs and their moist in the air just by existing. All around him, the meatbags lived. And here he was, mind of a planet, processing capacity of a sun, being shackled by protocol to an even more disgusting squishy being. But... thats life he supposed as he ripped a piece from the cinnamon bun and gave it to something even more despicable then all these so called intelligent life forms. His dog.
A cute colli, about 4 years old. A survey once came to his hands that reported 156% increase in trust towards pet owners, and over 300% increase in people who saw a subject being nice and empathic to a pet. So, he got one, because he had other uses for it too. His supposed being, this projected image of himself being human needed fuel. Food. That was the problem of this bateman model. It hated eating. It had read surveys, reports, articles of how biological waste could hamper and damage machinery. How just a little apple seed could stop a warship from functioning if it got into the wrong place. Every time he ate, Bateman Alpha constructed hundreds of images of what could happen to his inner parts as the disgusting biological fuel made its way down his throat and into his inner parts.
He ripped a piece off from the cinnamon bun and gave it to his dog that was gladly waiting and accepting the treat. The waitress, a disgustingly well formed individual with geometricly pleasant frame looked at Bateman feeding his dog and smiled at him. He smiled back, wishing her spine ripped from her body, and then went back to watch the crowd outside.
Yes. This waiting was killing him. Soon, he would have to do something about it.
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Post by Sauthril Caelan on Mar 19, 2014 21:04:37 GMT -8
After shaking his hand, Russ pulled his back placing it back at his side. He stilled try to keep his smile going, but with the mention of being a Heretic Russ was finding it hard. At least it was put at some easy when he mentioned he followed a darker path. It meant that he was coming to the Dark Gods side of things. If only slightly right now. If I might offer a bit of advice, if I were you I would introduce myself as a Jin'Jidai. Leading with Jedi with a little dark does not make you on the same playing field as us. In fact it means something entirely different. The only think that stayed his hand w]as that at the same time he took Russ's hand he felt him out with his dark talents, sensing the darkness lurking in him. Russ still was trying to calm his initial feelings, knowing that letting his feelings interfere right was not good, not now while there was so many people around for his to let loose. Besides Russ didn't think his master, or the Emperor would be happy with a fight breaking out here.
Though Russ found it hard to laugh when the man asked why he was here. It is a nice day, and I have just returned from a mission elsewhere. With my part done, I left the rest of the work to my Master and brothers. I figured since it was so nice I might come and interact with the citizens since I was going to be station here for some time. Its easier to protect those who you know and understand.
Russ felt his side get plowed into, causing him to step forward towards Lauchlan. Stopping himself before the fell into him, Russ straightened himself up looking towards the man who had just bumped into him. A droid whistling behind him, ether he just bought the droid or was looking to sell it. What ever he was doing here Russ was not happy that the man had just walked into him and kept going as if nothing happening. You might apologies for bumping into someone, it is after all the polite thing to do!. He said raising his voice so that the other man might here him. With that said Russ turned his attention back to Lauchlan. Since you are rejoining civilization, and you think you lean towards are cause. How would you feel of joining this great Galactic Empire. Its need for men to serve is never ending, and i'm sure they would be glad to accept another Darksider to its cause.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2014 13:35:43 GMT -8
“ah the Jin'Jidai that is a word that I have not heard In a lot time, Sorry for the misunderstanding on how I choose to speak, Jin'Jidai or Dark Jedi all the same but I guess different custom for where you are at.”
Lauchlan watch the rambling man bump into Russ and Russ went to ramble on about apologies, it did not care too much to Lauchlan for he was not the one who was bumped into but the talk of the empire interested him more. It had been long overdue since he had been in civilization and the empire might be a way to put him back in.
“This Empire that you are a part of is recruiting I am guessing I would have to follow the rules of the Empeor and stuff like that but I am more of a Lone Jin'Jidai so would that be a problem”
Lauchlan has no worries in joining the empire but had no need or want in ever having a master again.
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Post by Sa'kage on Mar 20, 2014 14:59:29 GMT -8
Sa'kage's hand waved at the male who yelled after him after he was bumped in to, but he had no words for the person because he wanted to finish this transaction quickly and remove himself from this large crowd. However the male quickly grew tired of the pointless haggling. These people where clearly not going to help him or give him what he needed from the droid. He quickly shifted his priorities and decided there was something else he could do. He needed a pilot, somebody to fly his ship as he clearly was inexperience in that field of work. The droid clearly was capable of flying the craft, but was temperamental and spiteful towards himself for having killed it's previous owner. The solution: to wipe the droids memory and simply keep it. It would kill two birds with a single stone. The male moved about the crowd until he finally found somebody who he clearly needed. A droid mechanic who was working upon several droids. Approaching, Sa'kage hailed the being.
"Can I trouble you to wipe this droid's memory, sir? I would be willing to pay of course and would need nothing else."
The being agreed and with in several minutes the droid's memory was wiped, and Sa'kage had established his identity to the droid as it's rightful owner. So now Sa'kage owned a R8 series astromech droid, one that he would need to program and take care of himself. Well, at least he would have some form of company during his long lonely hours at least. He looked at the small metal object rolling beside himself and rolled his eyes before speaking to it.
"Hurry up TrashCan. I don't have all day." He continued walking and paused before the two males he had run in to early and shook his head.
"Gentlemen, I apologize for running in to you earlier. However I needed to get this droid's memory wiped and I wish to leave this crowd with all haste. Crowded places make me exceptionally anxious." The droid beeped and booped in Droidspeak and he glared at the damn thing and sighed heavily.
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Post by Sauthril Caelan on Mar 25, 2014 18:24:52 GMT -8
Its alright sire, and it appears you got the memory taken care of. Russ extended his hand towards the man to shake, and gritted his teeth at his next words. I am First chaplin Russ, but just call me Russ please.
Turning his attention back to Lauchlan, Russ felt he understood what the man was hinting at. There were those who were willing to dedicate their lives to the empire, and those who wouldn't mind just working with them. What ever there reasons, only time worked it out. Yes there are certain rules that you would have to follow, but thats like visiting somewhere. There is always laws and rules you have to follow. The trick is finding the cracks that allow you to move about freely. And empires are great for that, they control so much that there are always cracks for someone of talents to find things to do. After all no one is going to be your watcher.
It was true, at least in Russ's mind it was. No one was going to keep tabs on him or his brothers all the time, and ultimately they only answered to the "The Priest". So we had what ever room we needed to do are own personal goals. Though it seemed that are goals were changing, but Russ could only assume that it was cause of his masters new allegiance. But ether way, his group moved on there own, they had no head from the empire watching them. Nor would they tolerate it, the things they do are only for them to know. They had costumes that the Empire had no right to stick its nose in.
If you two would like to move away from here, I must start heading back towards the estate, and I would enjoy the company along the way. Besides its getting a bit noise to carry on a conversation here.
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Apr 26, 2014 18:03:10 GMT -8
*Gavin made his way into the city. It was busy and thriving. With the growth of the Empire, this place was to be its head. As time went on, others would join the Empire. The question, though, would there end up a war between the Republic and the Empire and if so, when. He had to be ready to fight, ready to do what was needed. But what side? That was the next question. From what he could tell, Sinistra was not some power hungry dictator that cared only for power and nothing for those that served. There wouldn't be a point. Though a Sith, so far she handled things diplomatically, shows of power only when necessary. Words could be a much greater form of power. The battles raging now was that between the Empire and old remnants of the Imperials, ones not accepting of her rule.
But despite it all, despite the hospitality, his time was truly up. He couldn't see himself making the best use of his abilities, doing what he felt he needed to. Had there been Dark Jedi around, he would have returned to them. But he had not heard a word from them in so long. It left only one option for him. With that choice, he'd never be able to return here without violence and being branded as a traitor. But it didn't matter. He didn't feel he had a place here. Best to get out while he had the chance. And with that he went to the spaceport, seeking out transport. He had gained some of the new currency of the Empire and used it to get passage off world. Finding the person willing to take him, he paid him and it wasn't long before the ship left Kuat.*
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Post by Ver'metus on Jun 3, 2014 20:39:16 GMT -8
*The ship that was pulled into atmosphere rockets closer to the planet, hull temperatures getting closer to critical levels, alarm klaxons going off now loud enough to ring through the entire ship. Ver'metus, deep in a stasis like sleep finally wakes with a jolt, the danger he was apparent, using the force he spurs his stiffened body into action, racing to the cock pit, strapping into the pilots seat.*
Sithspit..
*The old Anzati curses to no one. He takes a moment to gaze over the controls and alarms. He was very low on power, systems all over the ship were failing, the hulls temperature was rising faster, he growls to himself, and starts to quickly shut down non-essential systems, transferring power to thrusters and engines. He grabs the controls, trying to slow the ships decent as much as he could before deploying braking flaps. He could make out the city below now, his acceleration decreases rapidly, until he loses all power, he growled again and shuts down all systems he didn't require to land the ship, including life support and air filtration, he wouldn't need air if he was dead. He again transferred power to engines, activating flaps and slows down enough to control the ship enough to land hard, in the hanger area. Just before the old frieghter hits ground, he loses all power again, and it hits ground on its landing gear with very loud sounds of stressing steel, the hull smoking and sizzles where paint had burned away. The Anzati lets out his held breath not realizing he had done so, it wasn't like he was afraid to die, he knew it was coming. He hadn't even had time to check his coordinates before losing power. He shakes his head, gathers some of his things and exits the ship, tossing a pouch of credits at the hangers people, saying to fuel the ship only, that he'd be back to take care of anything else.
He then walks off, to find the seediest drinking establishment he could find, he calls the barkeep to give him a Corellian Spiced Whiskey, places a stack of credits on the bar, grabs his drink, and finds the darkest corner of the place. Ver'metus sets down his drink, reaches slowly into her robes, and pulls out a roll of some kind from it, and proceeds to start to smoke it as he looks quietly around the place, he knew what he needed, now he just had to find the right subject, this place wouldn't have the best selection, but that was not what was important to him right now.*
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Post by Ver'metus on Jun 7, 2014 7:39:13 GMT -8
*Ver'metus sat quietly in his darkened corner, made only darker as he used his powers to make it so, his hulking form leaned over the table, and his darkened eyes peered over the edge of his mug of ale and he watched the comings and goings of ordinary peoples. It had been ages since he could have been spotted in any populated area, long since gone were the days of the Sith Orginizations he followed. He didn't know why he came back to it all now, or where he was going to. It was getting harder and harder to distinguish between the dark side speaking to him and the nagging urge in the back of his Anzati mind. It demanded more focus to quell than it used to even he could tell, but his old friend urged him away from his alchemical avoidance to instead embrace it to honour her, now if only he could find a subject worth taking. It was one thing that hasn't changed, dives like this had few people of interest to him, what he wouldn't give for something much more... tasteful. He let out an exasperated sigh, takes another swig from his mug and takes another look, at least a mediocre subject would do..*
*Ver'metus sat quietly waiting for a younger woman he spotted, and uses his Anzati hypnotic ability to lure her towards him, something he'd been using alot of to lure victims away from others on his stops to space stations for refueling. He waited for her to come to him, when she did he pulled her into his booth, the Sith moved so that he was between her and most people in the seedy place and her and proceeded to do as his kind did. To any on lookers it was just some couple getting to know each other in public, but when Ver'metus was finished, he stands finishing his drink, as the proboscis retract back into his face, and he walks up to the bar throwing up his cowled hood and dropping a few extra credits, leaving the lifeless body in the dark booth he'd left.
The old Sith steps out into the street, and ducks into an ally and starts to wander, he wasn't ready to back to his ship yet, he was unsure where he would go to next when he gets to it, so he walked through the alleyways for a while, again watching normal people carry on their meaningless lives, and thought about all that he'd done so far in his life, and how much life left he had, he still had a long time, as long as his urges didn't drive him to insanity.*
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 9, 2015 5:34:40 GMT -8
Aleena brought her ship to a fairy decent altitude as eh followed the computer's guidance to Kuat city. The ship had slowed as she gazed around the terrain around her. It was far different from the planet-wide city of Coruscant. Already this place was looking better than her old home. She felt she would truly enjoy herself here.
Returning her mind to the task at hand, she navigated the ship into the city, heading for the landing zone that had been provided by the computer. It was in this point she felt the computer needed a name. Something to think about after she landed. Once the ship settled into the landing spot, she spun her chair around and made her way from the cockpit.
"Shut everything down for me, will you?"
=Computer=
::Yes, Aleena. Good luck on your search.::
As the ship powered down, Aleena departed the ship. She left her valuables locked up on board. Until she knew where she was and where the Sith were located on the planet, there was no need in hauling everything around. If worse came to worse, she could stay in her cabin. The great thing about ships built for rich folk were the comforts.
Progressing into the streets, she took a deep breath of much cleaner air. Everything around her looked one-hundred times better than Coruscant. She wanted to visit the shops, maybe do some shopping. But she opted against it. This was the Empire, for one, and the currency was different. Two, she had to locate the Sith Temple. Continuing on through the streets, she listened to the people around her.
It wasn't long until she realized she was being followed by two guys. Whether they were hoping to get her attention or were just hoping to get lucky. If that was the case, they would regret it soon. Deciding to lure them off the streets, she walked down one of the alleys, the men close in tow. Moving through the alley, they came to an open area that possessed a large fountain. She stopped when she felt one of the men grab her wrist.
=Man=
"Come on, sweetie. Don't run off so quickly. You look new so how about you let us give you...the tour."
She could hear the amused tone in his voice. She just let out a disgusted sigh. They weren't worth wasting her breath on. Looking around, the only available things was a flower pot. It would be enough. Looking behind her, she pulled herself to the side lightly as the pot slammed into the guys head. He gave a scream of pain as she held her left hand in front of him and pulled to violently. With aid of the Force, the man slammed hard face first into the ground.
Not letting him have an opportunity to recover, her right hand flew over his back towards the fountain, which sent him skidding and flipping over himself just before reaching the fountain. The timing forced his head in the water, which she held there.
As gurgling could be heard as he tried to break free, the other guy spoke as he pulled a knife from his belt.
=Man Two=
"You had better let him go and just surrender. It'll be simpler that way and much less messy."
Aleena smirk. "You took the words right out of my mouth." Quickly her hand flew out towards the second man and the first flew from the water into him. As they lay there, she spoke in a dark tone. "If I were you, I'd leave before I get in a bad mood. Last time that happened, the last guy almost died. Your choice."
They looked at her for a moment before scrambling off. Her smirk grew wider as she looked at her hands. It seemed that her emotions, anger above all, gave her far better focus and control. And she liked it.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 10, 2015 9:01:05 GMT -8
Receiving a direct order from the Grand Inquisitor himself, a group of ten Imperial Officers, armed with E-11 Blaster Rifles and a DC-15 Blaster Pistol, began to patrol the streets of the shopping district of Kuat City.*
*They're armored boots clacked on the pavement of the streets, their eyes keen, searching for the young woman. It took some time, but not long.*
*Silently, a Sergeant pointed at Aleena from behind and nodded his head. Receiving confirmation from the others, to ensure they had found their target, they began to approach her.
"You there! Woman with the red hair! Halt and turn around, hands in the air!!" The troops switched their blasters to stun, set them to their shoulders, barrel aimed at the woman. One act of escape and they would fire.
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 10, 2015 12:16:50 GMT -8
Aleena was broken from her thoughts at the sound of being yelled at. Her first instinct was to run, her second was the give these men the same as she did the others. But as her eyes fell upon them and took in their appearance, both these feelings faded.
Soldiers were easy enough to tell. Formation and the weapons they carried were a good sign. New feelings began to surge through her, nervousness, fear, and but anger still on top. She had been caught by the authorities. But why? Did those men pass them by on the way out and tell them about what happened, albeit a slightly different story? She wanted to run, side from them, though it was foolish. Her anger was fueled from how she was the one being yelled at for what she did trying to defend herself.
With a glare at the Sergeant, did what she was told. Raising her hands, she slowly turned around, her eyes remaining on him until she could no longer kept her neck turned. All the while, deep inside she felt the Force building.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 10, 2015 15:16:11 GMT -8
"Easy now, don't make any sudden movements. Get on your knees and put your hands behind you head."
The Sergeant approached Aleena, a pair of restraining cuffs in hand. Should she comply without any resistance, she would be cuffed behind her back as soon as her knees hit the ground.*
*Meanwhile, the remaining nine soldiers began to fan out creating distance between themselves, rifles trained on the woman. They were focused, their minds unwavering. These weren't ordinary soldiers, they were soldiers trained by the Empire. They were disciplined to not back down, to not show fear.
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 10, 2015 16:01:52 GMT -8
Aleena grunted under her breath as she began to drop to her knees. Despite not wanting to cause problems, she had to resist the urge to lash out, to use the building Force in her. But no, she couldn't; she shouldn't. Doing so would definitely make her an enemy. Even if she succeeded in getting away, she'd be running the whole time. He desire for power would then be even farther out of reach.
Moving her hands to her head, she looked towards the fountain, noticing a few flower pots. No, she had to listen to them. There weren't even enough to hit them all with. There was no way out, not with her level of power. All she could do at the moment was let them take her in. With the proper approach, she should still be able to walk away without any issues.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 10, 2015 19:23:38 GMT -8
With a click, the restraining cuffs locked into place around the girl's wrists, securing them behind her back. Immediately, there was a faint hum as the stun setting was turned on; any sudden movements and Aleena would take a barrage of high voltage electricity.*
*The Sergeant grabbed the woman by her arm, backed by the other soldiers, and began to lead her to the detention center.*
*It was a long walk. They trudged endlessly on, the citizens of Kuat City casting glances at the arrested visitor. All eyes were on her: suspicion, hate, dislike. A couple of brave souls took the courage to verbally "boo" her and to throw small objects at her, but were quickly apprehended by the response of the other soldiers who would aim their rifles and threaten to fire.*
*The door to the detention center swished open and the soldiers led Aleena to the back of the building, where are all the containment cells were arranged. Removing her stun cuffs, Aleena would be thrown into a small cell furnished with a bunk bed with minimal blankets, a toilet and a sink. The walls were white, barren and spotless. The door behind her slid shut, sealing the girl off from the rest of the building. There was a series of clicks as the six individual bolt-locks were engaged. In the the top right corner of the ceiling was a security camera, set up to have a visual of the entire room.*
*It would be here that Aleena would wait until the Grand Inquisitor arrived for a personal interrogation.
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 11, 2015 5:34:06 GMT -8
Aleena let herself be lead on by the soldiers. While irritating as the situation was, it was what she witnessed in the streets that truly drove her anger. All these people looking at her like some criminal that had finally been caught. What did they know? How could they know so quickly? Was this to be her reality, an outcast that no one would trust? For now, it was all she could allow to be, though a smirk came to her face as she thought how things would change in time.
Finally progressing into the detention area, she was relieved to have the cuffs removed. She rubbed her wrists as the cell closed and locked behind her. Going over to the bed, she took a seat and leaned up against the wall, crossing her legs so nothing would show from her skirt. She let her gaze focus hard across the room in a dark, deathly stare. Letting her red hair fall over her right shoulder, she reached for the pouch on her belt. Other than the credits she had, there was something else. Out of it she pulled three golf ball-sized purple orbs and held them in her right hand. She fiddled with them for a moment before closing her eyes.
It took a few moments, but slowly the balls rose from her hand to about six inches above her hand, level with each other. First, the balls began to rotate clockwise on their individual axis, slow at first, then picking up speed. After minute of this, she let them spin counter clockwise as if in orbit. The same as before, slow, then fast. Next she added a clockwise rotation in an up and down formation and before long, they were twisting in and out of each other in random patterns. It had been an exercise she came up with to help her focus and capability in her telekinesis. And in that position, she waited.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 11, 2015 9:29:53 GMT -8
Hours passed by, nothing out of the ordinary taking place. The Detention Block guard continued to watch Aleena through the surveillance camera, and was mildly shocked when she pulled out a set of purple orbs and they began to levitate and spin on their own. It freaked him out, realizing he was guarding a Force user. He frantically contacted the Grand Inquisitor, who was en route to the building.
"Grand Inquistor, this girl we have detained on your orders is a Force user. The damn sergeant forgot to strip her of weapons and she's currently manipulating a set of three purple orbs. I'm not sure what they are. Should we knock her out?"
"Negative, Lieutenant." Andor's raspy voice sounded through the audio emitter,[/span "I will be there very soon. Just make sure she doesn't try anything. If she does, you have my permission to engage."
With a click, the channel was disconnected before the lieutenant could respond.
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Another fifteen or twenty minutes passed by when Andor arrived. Parking his speeder outside the Detention block, he briskly walked inside. Making his way down the hallway he paused outside Aleena's cell.*
*Expanding his aura, the Grand Inquisitor revealed his allegiance to the darkside, it's power swirling around him, a black maelstrom of corruption.*
*The door clicked as the locks were released and slid open. Striding in, a tall figure around 6'4" walked in, dressed in a crisply ironed crimson tunic, a black cloak billowing behind him. His boots were made of black leather, the hard metal heels clapping sharply against the metal ground. With a wave of his talon-like hand, Andor reached out with the Force, intending to take control of the three purple orbs and send them flying into the wall opposite of the girl, ridding her of what the guard had described as a possible weapon.*
"Well well well," He chuckled, smiling to reveal his pearly white fangs (normal teeth with sharpened incisors) "What would a pretty girl like you be doing wandering the streets of the city alone? It isn't wise to draw such... abnormal attention to one's self."
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 11, 2015 15:19:24 GMT -8
Aleena had stayed in her position simply floating the orbs. At this point she had nothing better ti do. But it was all about to change. When Aleena first began to realize she had the Force, something had felt different, though she couldn't understand it. It was always there, always present n her mind. But when Andor entered the area even before coming into the cell, the air around her changed. Things felt colder, almost like the light around her had darkened. She opened her eyes as the the locks released and he walked inside.
The first things she had noticed was not his appearance, but his ability to take the orbs and send them flying with relative ease. She just looked at her hand, seeing for a moment how much more capable she could become with better training. Looking up to Andor, she took in his appearance. The thing that stood out most was that the dark feeling was clearly coming from him. Perhaps everything she had felt was the presence of other Force users? When he asked his question, she felt she might have struck gold. The man was clearly one of the Sith that resided here.
"I just arrived from Coruscant and decided to look around. I've never been here before. That's why I was wandering the streets alone. As for the attention, being in an alley, I'm surprised anyone knew something happened. But when a couple men follow you and stop to offer one a 'tour,' it's obvious what they want from a girl and I wasn't about to become a victim."
She let her eyes focus hard on him. Despite her brilliant shining red hair, her eyes lacked any shine. Instead the dark forest green orbs held a certain depth to them that might pull some people in.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 11, 2015 19:16:49 GMT -8
She was from Coruscant, the heart of the Republic. His initial thought was that she was a spy, sent here to infiltrate the heart of the Empire. He froze, his eyes piercing Aleena, weeding out her emotions, her intentions. If she was a spy, she wouldn't have openly revealed her abilities of the force to take out two perverted men. She would have been more subtle, diverting any attention that would be drawn to her. Besides, Andor sensed the power within her. It was untouched, waiting there for someone to let it out. It was a beast trapped in a cage two times to small, the door bending at the hinges. It was clawing, roaring, fighting to break free.
"You're here for much darker intentions." He began, "Your hunger for power has led you to Kuat. You seek an audience with a Dark Lord of the Sith."
It was not a question, but a statement. Aleena's mind was a book to Andor has he flipped through it's pages. His power swelled as he reveled in the thought of breaking into the woman's mind, subduing her to his will. But he resisted. In due time. she would become his anyways.
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 12, 2015 0:47:45 GMT -8
Aleena leaned her head back as he made his statement, looking at him with intrigue. Not only for figuring out the truth so quick and easily, but for the power she felt from him. He could grant her the power she desired. But how did he know? Had he read her mind? She had heard that those who used the Force were capable of such, though she didn't understand the mechanics of it. Then again, it wasn't a hard thing to see, her desire.
Letting her left hand move along the thin strap on her top around her left shoulder. It was one of the few habits she had when she thought on something. It was of the the little things that caught people's attention. She closed her eyes as she thought, letting the smallest of smiles appear.
"It is true what you say. I was sixteen when I discovered I could use the Force. I went to the Jedi seeking training, though they denied me. I spent the next two years training on my own. Only recently did I hear of the Empire and the Sith's involvement with it. With that, I came here searching for that power."
She let her eyes open and fixed them upon him. She didn't tell him about how she found out about her abilities though she didn't hide it. She merely felt it was irrelevant to the point.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 12, 2015 10:34:42 GMT -8
His eyes followed her hand as it ran along the strap of her shirt. He had noticed her beauty, different scenarios running though his head. The one he liked the most was taking that beauty and using it as a weapon, giving her an advantage against any weak-minded man that had information they needed. Other scenarios ran through the Sith's head, but he was too old. He looked as if he were in his late forties, but in reality, he was much, MUCH older than that. He was in his third body, having picked up the ability to transfer his spirit to a new body whenever his old one grew to crippled, which never took too long since his body was manifested with the Darkside.*
*Andor blinked and his adulterous thoughts vanished. His eyes looked the girl up and down, inspecting her physique. She was fairly built, but her power definitely came from the Force rather than physical strength. But wouldn't simply just let her "sign on" to the cause. She would have to earn that right, to fight for it. She'd have to kill for it.
He shook his head, "You're a waste of their time. I see no potential in you." Of course, he was lying, but it was all a ploy to play with Aleena's emotions, to have them overwhelm her and start her on her track down the Darkside.*
*He turned around abruptly, the door to the detention cell hissed open. If Aleena wanted to do something, now was the time.
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