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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Apr 4, 2013 19:37:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 10:08:20 GMT -8
Barab I was not a known hub of space travel. In fact, most ships avoided the place like the plague if there was any way around it. This might have had something to do with the fact that the inhabitants were ferocious, sentient velociraptors with an odd sense of humor and were generally considered to be flipping dangerous, but Eralam secretly suspected that it was because none of the space stations had anything decent to drink. The stuff he had been putting down for the better part of the last five hours (the repairs on his hyperdrive would take at least  tasted like engine degreaser filtered through a Hutt's sphincter and left to ferment in the body of a dead tauntaun for a few months. It was also, by his reckoning, at least 150 proof.
Needless to say, he was piss drunk by this point, and decided to stumble back to his ship. It wouldn't be ready to go for another few hours, but the former Shard reckoned he wouldn't be ready to go for at least that long, so he might as well take a nap.
The trip back to the tramp freighter he had called home for the last couple of months was a haze of gunmetal-grey corridors and hissing reptilian staff, most of whom who apparently thought the sight of the gangling human male half stumbling/half oozing through the corridors to be hilarious. Whatever. Fucking lizard people. Ooh, look at me, I'm one of the most fearsome hunters in the galaxy and I have a tail and an utterly incomprehensible sense of humor. Watch me laugh as you bang your head on yet another hatch.
By the time he got back to his bunk on his ship, Eralam was as concussed as he was drunk, and there was more than a trickle of blood running down his face from a deep cut over his right eye. It would probably need stiches, which was new. A week ago, the cut would have healed up in seconds. It was a pain in the ass, this whole being mortal thing, but damned if it didn't have its upsides. A life with Sin, for starters, one that wouldn't be over in nine months as his body exploded like a supernova. Fun times. Come to think of it, maybe he should tell her that bit. She might be excited. Or she might be grumpy. She had been awfully Sithy, these last few weeks.
Oh, what the hell. He dialed her commlink code and started talking as soon as the dial tone shut up.Heeeey! Guess what?His speech, though heavily slurred, wasn't so bad that a skilled listener wouldn't be able to recognize it.You know that thing we do where one of us magically teleports halfway across the galaxy because you have a crystal and I have magical superpowers? Well, that's sort of not happening. I seem to have lost my magical superpowers. I was going to surprise you, but I've hit my head and I fear I might be pregnant. I'm not sure how this sort of thing works, but I'm pretty sure it's yours.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Apr 1, 2014 10:41:55 GMT -8
The chime of the comlink didn't move her at first, but within a minute, her face was picked up from her pillow, her hand groping around for the offending device as it rattled across the oak night table. She was about to hit ignore when she vaguely realized it was Eralam. Her eyes cut over to steal a glance at the clock. It was 0327. She answered it in so much that she was able to hit the button but she never got a word in edgewise as he spewed drunken words at her while her still sleepy mind tried to understand what was going on and why she wasn't asleep.
Era? Are you drunk?
She sat up in bed, a clearly puzzled look on her face as he finished his confession. Superpowers gone? Pregnant? She rubbed her eyes with the butt of her hand, still trying to figure out what was going on.
Bogan's beard, it's 0330. Let's put a pin in the whole pregnancy thing. What do you mean you lost your superpowers? Where are you?
It had been a few weeks since they had run into each other, literally as he summoned her to him while she was in mid stride walking somewhere in the Estate. One minute she was talking to a defense minister, the next she ran straight into his chest. It was unexpected and although they had needed the impromptu visit, it highlighted one of his serious shortcomings. He could not redress her in the armor like her butler could. It had taken him three times to correctly buckle the breastplate on with the sashes and straps. He hadn't understood why she needed to look impeccable and she couldn't get him to understand that she couldn't return to a very serious meeting with ill fastened armor and sex hair.
Is that blood? Are you ok?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 12:11:16 GMT -8
I'm not as think as you-wait, no bad cliches.
He frowned at the holographic image for a moment.
I'm not drunk, just a little tipsy, is all. May have bumped me head a little bit.
On the high resolution display, the various bumps and bruises would be readily apparent, as would the blood streaming down his face. Come to think of it, bloody in the eye kinda stung. Oh well. Eralam reckoned he'd gotten a big enough dose of the Army cure (if it don't cure what ails you, you'll be too far gone to care) that it really wasn't as bothersome as it should have been.
So I was wandering around in the unknown regions, when suddenly, something happened. Not sure what. Might have fallen into a black hole a little bit. Not sure. At any rate, I'm no longer going to explode in a few months!
And then something akin to terror crossed is face as he processed something Sin had said earlier. Pin...pregnancy...wuh?
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO STICK A PIN IN MY BABY!!!!!
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Apr 1, 2014 12:32:01 GMT -8
Sinistra reached over, flipping the lights on and squinting in the flood of illumination. She looked grumpy and confused as she tried to work out what she was looking at.
Era, you're bleeding so bad I can't see one of your eyes. You look like you went 9 rounds with Inky's repulse hand.
She pulled her eyes open, the pain from getting used to the light making her blink several times as she shook the last bits of sleep from her mind. Setting the comlink on the bed in front of her she reached for a handy bottle of water.
Fell in a black hole? That makes no sense.
She shook her head at her very inebriated boyfriend, a facepalm obscuring her furrowed brow of frustration as she tried to make him understand.
I'm not sticking pins in your baby. You don't have a baby, you aren't pregnant. You can't get pregnant. Only girls can. Listen. Are you telling me you're cured? You're gonna live?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 12:42:49 GMT -8
Inky? Where?
Eralam's head darted from side to side as he looked around for something to fight, inadvertently spraying the room with little flecks of blood.
I bet HE was the one that made all those damn doorways so short.
The former Shard shook his fist at...something. It wasn't clear what. Apparently that got boring real quick, because he returned to the conversation at hand like nothing had happened.
I don't exactly know how it worked, only that I'm not about to explode. I wanted it to be a surprise, see, but then I tried to call you here to tell you and you didn't poof and then I missed you because we haven't seen each other in a few weeks and then I hit my head and I heard babies and then I called you. So I'm not pregnant?
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Apr 1, 2014 14:34:31 GMT -8
She had not been asleep long enough to be okay with being awake right now, but she decided to have a little fun at his expense. She leaned back into the pillows she mounded up behind her.
No, Era, you're not pregnant. At least I hope not. But if you fell into a black hole and came out mortal, I wouldn't be surprised if you were pregnant. Although, if you are, you shouldn't be drinking. It's bad for the baby. Maybe you should call the medical droid to come give you a test.
She rolled her eyes, her arms crossed in front of her as she pulled her lips into a smirk.
You better not be hurting my baby, that kid is the heir to the empire. I think I'm gonna have to insist you come home at once and let me put you in prenatal care. I'll send the fleet, where are you?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 15:51:25 GMT -8
The look of shock and horror on Eralam's face was genuine. He had just come to terms with the idea of being a mommy mere moments before, and the idea of his drinking hurting the baby was something he hasn't considered. He launched into a frantic apology/explanation with a tenacity born of debilitating inebriation.
Oh no, I didn't think about that ohgodohgodoh god I'm at a repair station around Barab I because my hyperdrive broke down and they had this really nasty booze and...
The incoherent, panicked rambling continued on for nearly a minute before he remembered to breathe.
...and then the chicken said it was going to peck my butthole if I didn't hurry up and get to the academy. I don't even know what that means, but it sounded scary.
From panic to confusion to triumph and back again, Eralam's version of events oscillated wildly back and forth across the emotional spectrum. If even a quarter of it wasn't wildly distorted by the liquor and mTBI, he had just come off the most exciting week ever to happen to any being ever.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Apr 1, 2014 16:29:41 GMT -8
The distance didn't seem to stop him as he switched to telepathy, fear apparently in his non blood soaked eye. She was so tired at this point, by the time he muttered through the part about a chicken pecking his butt, Sinistra lost it, spitting water out of her nose. She coughed and sputtered, scrambling to grab a tissue off the nightstand but diving so quickly that she tumbles out of bed and smacks her head off the front of the heavy oak furniture. She slid onto the floor, coughing and rubbing her temple as she disappeared from the holovid communicator. Her voice was muted as she was missing from the viewscreen.
Oww. I think you need to share the shitty liquor because I'm too tired to be in pain right now.
She popped back up over the edge of the bed, her fingers pressed to the spot where she hit the nightstand.
Seriously, call a medical droid to your bunk. I don't want to lose you so soon after you have been cured because you're too drunk to duck through the bulkheads.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 17:40:26 GMT -8
Yes, dear, he said meekly, far too intoxicated to realize that calling her that might be a fatal mistake. Oh well. I'm on my way to Kuat, so I should be there by this evening. Whether he was talking about his evening or her evening was anyone's guess. Bye!!!!
The connection cut and a medical droid was summoned, though that had more to do with the station staff finding a trail of blood leading back to the former Shard's bunk. That would have been tempting in and of itself for the Barabels on the station, but their keenly tuned instincts warned them that the drunk would be a fearsome fighter, even in his current state. It just wasn't worth it to try to kill him, so they sent in the 2-1B droid instead.
Eralam was deeply asleep by the time the medic droid got there, which was some cause for alarm, given the obvious head trauma. A scan revealed that there wasn't any immediate danger to the patient's life, so the droid moved on to the other issues, starting with the cut above his eye. Most of the station's medical droids were programmed with a bias towards the classic methods of treating such wounds. You know, dull needle, no anesthetic, that sort of thing. This one knew better, and used a sealant to close the wound. The blood was wiped off, and an IV was administered to rehydrate the patient. Finally, an alcohol antidote was administered in concert with a sedative. The patient would awaken in about 5 hours, feeling fully refreshed.
Sure enough, five hours later, Eralam was up without even the slightest hint of a hangover. Instead, he had a tender line above his eye where the scar tissue had formed. Within 15 minutes of waking up, the ship was on its way to Kuat.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Apr 1, 2014 18:45:03 GMT -8
She closed the comlink, blew her nose and finally pulled the covers back up around her ears. Sleep however, would not find her again that night. He was cured. That might mean that he would want a conversation about that promise she had made to him back when their relationship had taken a more serious turn. She cancelled her meetings the following day and decided to take a break. She lay in bed as the sun came up, watching an old movie, chuckling to herself periodically about her pregnant boyfriend. How does an ancient being think that humans reproduce? He was never going to live this down.
Never.
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Post by Kaan on Nov 5, 2015 17:33:16 GMT -8
A flash of light over the dim world of Barab I releases a small freighter from hyperspace. The occupants? One Sith Lord with cabin fever and four stormtroopers...not necessarily a good combination on the best of days, but the Sith had a great measure of self-control (fortunately for the soldiers). He had a plan. He was here for one reason and one reason alone. He stands in the cockpit behind the two soldiers in the pilot and copilot seats, pacing as much as the smaller cockpit allows. It had been a bit of journey to get here, and it seemed fortunate to him that the planet seemed mostly abandoned. Little to no comm chatter, and no sight of any other vessels in orbit.
"There it is, sir. Barab I."
The Sith rests his hand on the back of the seat, leaning slightly forward as he gazes at the planet below. This was it...it would certainly be dangerous, but if he succeeded...definitely worth the outcome. He nods to the pilot, the points at the planet below.
"Take us down. Keep behind the sun and land us in the darkness. I do not relish wandering this world during its daylight hours, and nor do the rest of you, I'd imagine."
With a curt nod from both pilots, the troopers set a course planetside, making sure to land on the dark side as close to "nightfall" as they can. They wanted as much time as possible to make their search.
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Post by Kaan on Dec 28, 2015 23:19:07 GMT -8
The Sith aboard the freighter reviews his mission as the craft leaves orbit. It had been a success, and only one soldier lost. The three surviving stormies busy themselves with duties on the ship, setting coordinates into the hyperdrive in preparation for the jump to lightspeed. The Sith retires to his quarters aboard the vessel, clutching the case containing the ore to his chest as he administers orders to his men. Unwilling to let it out of his sight for even a moment, he moves quickly to his room. After all that effort, he wished to keep it as safe as possible. Not that there was anything to fear aboard his own ship. Once in his quarters, he removes the ore from the case and sets it on the workbench near the refresher. He holds it up to light, examining the crystal for any flaws or outstanding features. It seemed to be a good sample...not perfect, but he could work with it easily enough. No significant blemishes, either. He opens a nearby tool case, removing a laser cutter from its mounting. This would be the tricky part, but fortunately the sample was large. Working slowly, he carefully slices the laser cutter through the ore, being careful to follow the natural grain in the stone. Minutes tick by, and his brow furrows in concentration. At last, the cutter separates the stone in two. His care paid off; the cut was perfect and the stone was undamaged. Wiping his brow from the sweat caused by the heat of the laser, he went back to work on one of the halves, cutting it down even smaller, gently shaping it as he went. A little over an hour later, he finally leans back and surveys his work. The Barab ore crystal he holds has been shaped perfectly. Just the right size for a focus in what will be his new weapon. He removes his lightsaber from his belt and studies it. It had been a fine weapon, and had served him well through countless battles, but...it was for the best. It belonged to a Sith who did not exist anymore. The galaxy had changed...HE had changed. It was time for a new chapter to begin, and with it a new stylus which which to write its words. The more difficult part of his task over, he takes the new crystal from the table and sits cross-legged on a mat next to the bed. He leaves instructions to not be disturbed for the journey, then sets the crystal on the floor in front of him. The floorboards creak slightly, and there is an almost imperceptible twitch as the ship jumps to lightspeed. The Sith closes his eyes, and the crystal levitates to eye level. It hovers in place, rotating slowly. For the next several hours, he would remain as thus...focusing all of what he was into the crystal. He would not cease, neither for food nor rest, until this task was complete.
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tasted like engine degreaser filtered through a Hutt's sphincter and left to ferment in the body of a dead tauntaun for a few months. It was also, by his reckoning, at least 150 proof.
