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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Mar 27, 2015 5:16:25 GMT -8
Of course, small ships tend to get cramped over time. I will have a room prepared
*Opening a comm channel to service droids he had a guest room prepared, stocked with fruit, drink clothing and the like. As it was being prepared he turned as she asked about payment*
They all check out, clean and very good specimens, you find women in the same class that we build weapons. Business is very good indeed.
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Post by Aysá on Mar 27, 2015 5:35:23 GMT -8
Aysa smiled, pleased that the slaves were more than adequate. She knew that Phantom would find some use for them, but whether that was for his own personal amusement or for the good of the Empire was none of her concern.
Thank you, Wrath.
She glanced back out the window, and stared this time to the stars beyond the spherical body of water. Her ship had seen better days, but I did exactly what she needed it to do, nothing more. She’d need to invest again sooner rather than later. She looked back to Wrath quickly; her lips pressed together in thought then spoke.
I know you don’t speak for him but If Lord Phantom requires more than what I’ve provided, I’m happy to source more currency.
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Mar 27, 2015 16:56:34 GMT -8
*The droids were getting in touch with owners of brothels, places of ill repute and the sort and scanning the women to them so their holograms would be accessible by the buyers and the auction was going on. The buyers would turn the virtual holograms, zooming in and looking for something that would make the slaves cheaper but Aysa found good stock and with a good cleaning they were good to go. Each one was placed on the pad and then rotated, bending and moved as asked by the potential buyers. To weed out any people just wanting a show, there was a substantial buy in just to access these women so those gathered over the private channels were there for business.
From the 15 buyers who were present, their payments alone to participate was substantial and it only went when they would compete with one another for the women. Each one trying to remain a disciplined owner who could separate business and personal issues but they would always end up in a bidding war with another and all it did is work to Lord Phantom's advantage. All this happened in a lower deck but soon the women would be packaged and their triggers given to the owners. Payment was enforced. Some bidders tried to falsify credit transactions or take the women and not pay when the meet happened. It was why each woman was sent with a contingent of droids, once other business owners had seen corpses of treacherous buyers hewn in many manners it quickly reinforced the idea that it was all business.
Wrath checked in on progress and numbers were already pouring in, about the same as always for her women. Sometimes a woman with small powers in the force, or with traits were worth more, Twi'lek and rare species of these women always started high and were protected as such though no such rarities were found today yet they were doing quite well.
He turned to her as she thanked him and nods*
"There is none necessary, I will be alerted once the room is ready and escort you there myself"
*Noticing her looking pensive and then listening to her offer more money he wondered what was wrong*
"You are fine, but something is bothering you. When you sit alongside other Moffs, generals, and the like you tend to read people's expressions as well as their body movement and temperatures. What can we help with?"
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Post by Aysá on Apr 7, 2015 0:00:18 GMT -8
Oh nothing is bothering me, my Sweet. I just quite enjoy going out and wreaking a little havoc in other parts of the galaxy rather than just on my own little backwater planet that’s all. There’s only so much you can do to one person before things start getting a little … stale. Going out and raising hell elsewhere helps get the creative juices flowing as it were. Change of scenery, change of mind set and all of that.
She smiled at his concern and leaned over to pat his arm whilst silently admonishing herself for being so transparent. Her old master would be most displeased with her, but there was a reason he was dead; killed by her hand as most Masters were when there’s nothing left to teach the student.
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Apr 8, 2015 11:06:22 GMT -8
Well That much is true. The same screams over and over become boring and what once used to be a delight to the ears fades to nothingness
*He paused then gestured to his droid head*
Not that I would know what true sound is but I can imagine
*Another joke, the times must be wearing on him. His datapad blipped and he stood waving to the servant droids who in turn cleaned and wiped down the formal room they were in. He moved his chair back to where it was and stroked back to Aysa and her seat*
Your room is ready, would you like me to show you to where it is?
*Holding his arm out it flipped, from a flat two prong hand to one with 5 dexterous fingers, the two pronged ones tucking back into the elbow. Adaptation worked well in nature, it is what allowed the survival of the fittest. Droids cannot do so and so when Phantom landed on his model he made sure every upgrade or integration he could put into Wrath he did. Consistent research and updates were done and additions were done to the private guard to ensure that should dire circumstances occur, they would be as effective as they could be.*
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Post by Aysá on Apr 14, 2015 5:51:15 GMT -8
Aysa smiled and shook her head as she rose from her seat.
“It’s alright, Wrath. You’ve been great company and I wouldn’t want to keep you from your duties any longer than I already have. Just tell me where I need to go and I’ll find my own way, but I certainly won’t deny you the honour of escorting me to the door”
She took the empty glass and the decanter from the smaller table and walked to the larger one, setting them down amongst the last of the dishes that the droids had begun clearing. She walked back to him and linked her arm though his with a smile.
“All I ask is that you remind Lord Phantom that I’m here. I’d really like to catch up with him before I leave, if he isn’t too busy of course”
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Apr 15, 2015 5:59:57 GMT -8
He watched as she set the decanter and glass on the table, service droids began clearing it and rearranging the room as it was before. If she took note, these were no ordinary service droids. Each one was armed with at least two blasters, Phantom had programmed service protocols into battle and infantry droids but Wrath could easily override them and flip them right into service without hesitation. The entirety of the ship was armed as such.
As she slid her arm through his he lead her to the elevator and hit a few buttons and they shot out to the side. As they moved he turned to her
"Do you have any bags, anything you need from your ship brought up to your room?"
The elevator slowed then moved vertically before opening to a well decorated hall, floors were ornate and the walls had metal candlelabras though it all ran off electricity. This area of the ship housed guests and was intended to feel more posh than the cold of a normal ship. Walking to the far end Wrath paused at a door and slid a thin metal card in front of a reader programming it before the door soundlessly pulled up.
"And here we are, let me show you around"
Walking in, there was a wide berth then off to the side a large bed, on its side, a small study area to which a refresher was connected. Closets on either side and slide back panels for holovideos and the like
"The closets come stock with unisex clothing just in case, usually black robes and the like but if you would like to trim them however you want, I can have a kit sent up for you to do so. Is there anything else I can get for you?"
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Post by Aysá on Apr 15, 2015 7:46:00 GMT -8
Aysa whistled as she stepped into the room. Her arm slid out from Wrath’s and she turned in a slow circle as she took in the room’s grandeur. Everything was perfect for her; from the warm glow the light cast onto the bookshelves to the rich floor coverings and the pillows on the bed. The magnificence of the room was on par with the grandeur to which she had grown accustomed to during her courtship with Viktor. She stepped further into the room; barely hearing Wrath as he spoke, it took her a few seconds to answer him.
Hmm? Oh. No, thank you. I’ve been slumming it for so long that I’d forgotten what beauty looks like. The robes in the closet will be fine I’m sure. Thank you, Wrath.
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Apr 19, 2015 8:17:42 GMT -8
"robes and things like that are different, same with beauty. It is all temporary but if you take out time to enjoy it it is a pleasant distraction from the usual garbage in this burning universe"
*He turned back to the door seeing her maybe open up even a little. Phantom would want his guests happy if only to make sure that business relationships and allies were to remain concrete*
"If there is anything you need, your comm on the side table will reach me and we will see what we can do"
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on May 14, 2015 12:05:06 GMT -8
**Ferinus kept his chin tucked between the thumb and index finger of his right hand, deep in thought as their ship entered Kamino's orbit. The four of them had survived the trials of that sunken academy. Ferinus once again looked out at the cold blackness of space. He had awoken here, lost and derelict. Now, he was returning with purpose.
The Sith blade strapped to his back spoke of it.
The Sith Lord breathed in slowly, blowing it out through his mouth.
He felt ready to put the thoughts in his mind into form.
Ferinus looked around the ship. Phantom piloting it. Ver'metus seated nearby and Tyrana looking all too thrilled not to be in a pressurized submarine any longer. Ferinus saw them as warriors, perfect capable of living the vision currently alive in his mind.
But first, they needed to get to Phantom's ship, rest and resupply.
They also had to meet Phantom's.....visitor. Whoever they were, they were a rogue variable to Ferinus.
He didn't like rogue variables.**
"Phantom, are we approaching soon? I crave a drink."
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on May 14, 2015 12:39:21 GMT -8
"We are, though dammit all I need to get through to the ship before Wrath blows us to bits. He's been touchy ever since...well we had an issue and he would rather blow things up and apologize to me later. If he blows me up however there is no one to apologize to and therein lies the issue."
*He held his right arm out and his fingers pressed together and folded in on itself before folding back, the arm from the elbow popped out and flipped around so the "hand" was now in a recess back at the elbow and now at the end of the arm was a thick metal disc. Holding the disc to the comm relay an internal laser guided a new pin inside and began to dial a frequency right to Wrath*
*On the Sabaoth destroyer Wrath bid Aysa a good time and already had taken the lift back to the command deck. Proximity sensors were going off and the massive screens magnified the ship. It had no markings, no access codes and was flying right to them. Two droids had begun locking onto the ship with two turbolasers. Contact was not able to be made and the order to fire was all on Wrath.
A moment not soon enough Wrath was receiving an incoming transmission from a frequency only one person knew, it was garbled but its origin was clear. The turbolaser was taken off and the bay's shield was opened allowing for landing. Wrath with an accompaniment of Magnaguards headed to the hanger as well to receive and allocate whatever was needed.*
*On the ship Phantom looked back and exhaled softly. His arm spun back around locking into place, the hand and fingers separating and he flexed them as though they were still skin and bone* "Had that damn droid shot us into oblivion I swear I would use the force and haunt him for the existence of his being...I do believe I owe you a drink"
*Guiding the ship into the hanger he landed, droids with cargo flats already moving to the side and as the engines shut down he released the hatch*
"Alright everyone, lets get out, we can get rooms and all situated, Ty, I am sure you need either sleep, drinks or both and you know where your place is anyway"
*He headed down the hatch , lowering his head so it would not bang against the clearly lower clearance than was made for someone like him and immediately began directing droids to empty the hold and wait for Ferinus's command on where they should go. Wrath immediately reached for a comm and dialed to Aysa's room*
Lord Phantom and his guests have arrived. I will see if everyone will meet in the conference room. Would you like an escort there?
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on May 14, 2015 13:51:53 GMT -8
Ty half ran, half stumbled off the ship and fell into a crumpled heap on the floor of the hangar and just breathed deeply for a few moments. Her normally pale skin was a slight shade of green, although Phantom had sedated her, it had worn off quicker on the return and she had woken calmly still under water. As soon as she felt the rocking of the sub, she had immediately become motion sick, a first for the young Sith. She rolled over onto her stomach and let the cool metal of the floor calm her hot face, from there she mumbled at Phantom.
Two drinks, maybe two hundred....
She looked up at her Big Brother from the corner of her eye and gave a mischievous smile, her bangs falling across her face
My place? that would be your room wouldn't it Phanty?
Her giggle was weak as she finally found the strength to stand after her joke, although her legs were extremely shaky. She gave a glare to Ferinus
Never again. Never. I don't care if you beat me at a thousand drinking games I will never again get in that tin can!
Of course this small rebellious cry was sounding more like a promise to herself than a threat. Standing next to her comrades, the green tinge started to leave her features, but she still looked like she might lose the contents of her stomach at any moment.
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Post by Ver'metus on May 14, 2015 17:55:48 GMT -8
*Ver'metus upon getting onto the ship had pulled up the cowl on his cloak to hide his face again, and found a seat, sinking into it he went quiet. His dark eyes closed. He sat motionless, except for a barely noticable twitch to his mucsles every few minutes. The constant voice in his mind that wanted fed chewing away at his sanity.
He sinks deeper into meditation, his aura reached outward very quickly, like a shockwave, for the first time in a long time, probing those around him, searching for suitable targets, and then just as abruptly the aura sucks back in to be as barely registered as it had moments before becoming known. His eyes opened again and he let out a slow breath exhale. His eyes rest finally on his old master as they get to their destination.*
Well, Drinks are on Phantom you say?
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on May 14, 2015 18:11:02 GMT -8
**Ferinus arched an eyebrow at the display of Phantom's changing hand. He stifled a chuckle.**
"I'm....not even going to inquire as to what else that hand turns into...."
**Whatever it was, it got the job done. The larger shop before them did not fire on them and they were able to dock. Ferinus stole a glance over at Tyrana as the ship touched down.
So many mysteries about her, still. The draw to her was undeniable, though Ferinus could not uncover its source. Was it academic? Was it pure fascination? Or something more extracurricular.
Ferinus turned back ahead. That was a conversation he would have to have with Phantom later. There was something about her that no one was telling. Ferinus could only sense it for long before his patience ran out. By that point, he would just kick the door into the girl's mind and forcefully fund out himself.
But that was not necessary.
As a matter of fact, Ferinus knew he needed to have important conversations with her, Phantom and Ver'metus and soon.
As the ship touched down, the Sith Lord unstrapped himself and spotted Ver'metus' gaze.**
"Yes, my old apprentice. He does owe us drinks. I owe you all one as well. After all, it was my scheme that nearly brought us to oblivion....multiple times."
**As the ramp to the ship descended, Ferinus straightened.
Droids. Coming on board and grabbing things.**
"You and your damned droids....."
**Ferinus recognized droids as an unfortunate but necessary evil. He had dedicated his life to studying and mastering the natural world. Droids had no souls, no life energy. Ferinus did not trust that which he could not read.
Ferinus aimed a derisive glance over at Ver'metus. His former apprentice would already be able to guess his annoyance, he was certain.
Then the Sith Lord's eyes bugged as Ty took he tumble from the ship onto the floor. Ferinus couldn't help but smile and shake his head. She was also delightful in her own way, he supposed.**
"There's not enough motivation in the galaxy to force me to squeeze you into a submarine and watch you turn into something that could easily rip apart from the inside out, Tyrana. On that, I can assure you."
**Ferinus impatiently began directing the nearby droids.**
"Be careful with those crates, you ingrates! Take them and gently deposit them in the ship's laboratory. Those marked as munitions are Phantom's jurisdiction. Do try not to drop them."
**The Sith Lord joined the others on the deck of the ship before turning to Wrath, which Ferinus could only guess to be some sort of abomination. He heard the blasphemy speaking into its comm to an unknown party.
Ah, yes. The visitor.
Ferinus did not hide his annoyance.**
"Well, I certainly hope it is a short meeting, or if not, that drinks are provided."
**Ferinus crossed his arms, looking to Phantom for the next order. This was his ship after all.**
"I have now fought side by side with all three of you. But this visitor of yours, I don't know them. We can't even ascertain if they're a threat to the ship. If they are, I will personally cast them out the airlock....with my mind."
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on May 15, 2015 20:37:01 GMT -8
Directing the droids and seeing his brothers annoyance with them was pleasurable to Phantom. Things with life always could be influenced and made to change based on emotional motivations and sentiment but droids, mechanical death dealing machines as well as service uses, completely expendable, able to be broken down and re formed into new ones. An endless cycle of uses which could be upgraded as tech was. Living organisms had to learn and adapt, machines just needed to upgrade and move on, it is what made them so useful. point in a direction and say go and they will do bidding until you said stop or they died...most living souls had no such convictions and that made them weak. Turning to his brother and smiles as he rotated his wrist 360 degrees and chuckles
"I have rebuilt it to do whatever I need, from kill, hack and all. Complacency is what leads to one becoming obsolete, if I can tap into advances in the force as well as advances in technology and make them both mine, I will. You know me all too well...it all started with boots."
He laughed sharply and then noticed the droids being rough with the arms and before he could say anything his brother had already barked at them. Grinning he watched while the arms were being loaded into freight elevators and stowed properly and he turned after Wrath made the call. The towering T series command droid was just about as tall as the sith lord that built it, its armor was dense, almost an amalgamation of bits and pieces torn from used droids in battle. It was equipped with its own personal weapons and had the crest of Phantom emblazoned on it's head. It was clear this droid was connected to Phantom and had a heavy hand in every movement of the going-ons of the ship. After a quick word Wrath and the contingent of Magnaguards turned and headed to a side lift and were gone. Phantom turned and sighed, a slight smirk on his face as he peered over to his little sister. As she said his pet name he growled deeply and glared at her
"Food and drinks will all be prepared, if you all want to hit rooms first and get situated that is fine, if you want to eat and drink first that is fine as well. Either way we need to head to the big lift."
He began walking to the massive lift and turned to Ferinus, he could sense his brother's disapproval of the unknown person
"I will allow you to make your own decision but she is a reputable client of mine and her funds allow me to keep at least this afloat. I guess we will cover all of this when we all meet though"
Goodness, this few people and already tensions were strained, when they would need to form a new base or factory and the like, this would only happen again and again and he was sure there would be much blood to come
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on May 16, 2015 11:53:52 GMT -8
Ty jumped up onto Phantom's back just as he was showing off his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging off him like a backpack
Well let's get going! I want to get out of these filthy clothes and be clean again!
She grinned down at Ferinus as she settled on Phantom and gave a playful wink
And don't forget you owe me a drinking game!
With a inquiring look she eyed Ver'metus as if sizing up his capabilities and grinned
You can play too!
Ty nuzzled her face into the crook of Phantom's neck and quit speaking, the young Sith still feeling the quickly receding effects of sea sickness. She whispered into Phantom's ear
When do I get to see that Chel lady again?
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Post by Ver'metus on May 16, 2015 19:53:37 GMT -8
*Ver'metus nods at Ferinus and folded his arms arcoss his chest.*
Of course, How could I turn down drinks that I am not to pay for.
His own eyes glaring upon the droids, he too held no like for them, when he'd had ships of his own, He'd preferred clones himself. It was far easier to keep track of those that he could feel, and sense. He remembered that fear of being one of his experiments kept his clones in line, knowing they could be next if they screwed up or stepped out of line.
His eyes turned to the woman now hanging from Phantom's back. He tilts his head slightly eyeying her up, he doubted one small as her could keep up to him. But, he'd been wrong before. He still couldn't get over how Ferinus looked at her, he had never seen his old master show interest in anything other then his work after he'd been turned.*
If you like playing games at a disadvantage... so be it.
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on May 19, 2015 5:45:28 GMT -8
**Ferinus intended to say something else to Phantom, but wound up slowly shutting his mouth. He bore no ill will as he nodded to his brother, though he crossed his arms and remained silent as he boarded the lift with the others.
Ferinus knew clients were just as capable as any enemy of stabbing you in the back. However, Ferinus also knew Phantom knew that. The Sith Lord would gain nothing from showing more continued contempt.
Perhaps he knew he was still getting used to their new place in the galaxy. There was a time to be selective and a time to be practical. If this person was important to Phantom's cause and could aid them, then Ferinus knew he would stand by his allies' side and spring into action the moment he sensed danger to them.
So, he eyed everyone in the elevator and remained silence until the meeting began,**
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on May 19, 2015 6:33:39 GMT -8
The odd assortment of sith was already off putting if one were to look at them. The tallest with visible scarring and burns had a young female dangling from him like an overcloak flanked by two ruthless sith in their own regard. It was different but then again had they followed conventional methods and ideals, they would be one with any of the planets or scattered about in the many piles of trash that floated about in space, the frozen beyond their final resting place
His eyes peering up at the little one around his neck as the lift doors closed and began to whisk them away silently and quickly, he replied
"No idea to be honest, we...have not spoken in some time so I honestly do not know"
Turning to the others eager to change the subject as quickly as he could he spoke about plans
"Alright, we are heading to guest quarters, if you see a room with the outer keypad as green you can take the attached card and the room is yours. Each room has unisex robes, a small kitchen, bathroom and bed and there is an open line to the facilities should you need anything. Each room already has a stocked bar just in case you needed to whet your pallet before the meeting and prepare for the actual drinking to follow"
Clearing his throat as the lift stopped and opened he walked them down the hallway. There were rooms to either side, slightly ornate in design it was clear that anyone who rode with him was taken care of but as anyone would know, all of it came at a price. Credits were nothing of value from people such as this, it was space, land, things like that he needed, the drive to open a new factory, develop weapons and provide the tools to crush those in their way that he was truly after. It was never a two sith job, it could not ever be done and kept. What they needed was a true plan and unity within those they called family but those bonds were not easily forged and the means were not easily acquired.
As he mulled such things over he walked off the life and headed down the hall and at the end was a pair of thick double sliding doors, holding his hand out at the pad the doors soundlessly slid back and he looked back to the others who had their pick of rooms
"I will send out a message on the comms on what time and where we will all meet, is there anything else anyone needs?"
He turned so that Ty was against the open maw of the room and waited to see if there were any concerns, needs, concerns or the like
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Post by Aysá on May 19, 2015 7:43:58 GMT -8
After Wrath had left, Aysá sat on the sofa half looking at the swirling mass of thunderous water on the planet beneath her and half looking at the shipping manifesto for the weapons sent on her behalf back to Ahaskita. All seemed in order, not that she would ever doubt Lord Phantom and his more than capable crew – but she knew through past experience never to trust anyone implicitly especially when it came to business. Her thoughts drifted as she sat, from matters of business to those of a darkened heart, though the line between the two was often blurred. Her eyes flitted back to the data pad and she couldn’t help but smile; she would certainly enjoy putting the latest shipment to good use. Her smile faded as Wrath’s metallic voice echoed around the room.
:: Lord Phantom and his guests have arrived. I will see if everyone will meet in the conference room. Would you like an escort there?::
She sat upright and tossed the data pad onto the soft cushion beside her; mulling his question over for a split second. She answered sweetly.
“An escort would be lovely, nothing quite like making a formal entrance. I’d like to shower and change before meeting with Lord Phantom, just as I’m sure, Lord Phantom would like to do the same. But my escort can arrive whenever you see fit, Wrath. Thank you”
If truth be told, she had already picked up on the arrival of the Sith Lord and his guests; for those that held strong connections to the Force tended to cause ripples within it, subtle shifts that only those with the same connection could sense.
Aysá stood, slipped off her cloak, set it down beside the data pad and began tugging at black band that held her outer robe in place. Within moments, she was naked and heading towards the shower that she knew would be difficult to part with.
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