Jessa Enz
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Post by Jessa Enz on Jul 17, 2013 9:00:38 GMT -8
Or... Johun climbed up into the cockpit, and looked right at Jessa.You could meet me on Carida, in the Colonies Region. Use these landing codes. Johun tossed Jessa a datachip.And as far as a ship goes, go to the spaceport in Kala'uun. Talk to the Spaceport master. Mention my name. He may owe me a favor or two from some earlier time I spent on Ryloth. It probably won't be anything fancy, but it will be serviceable. Sound good? "Um sure..." She looked up at him with a confused look."I'll get right on that." She said as she waved the Jedi off with luck and then turning and walking away towards the spaceport.
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Johun Starfield
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Post by Johun Starfield on Jul 17, 2013 9:26:58 GMT -8
May the Force be with you.
Johun closed the cockpit and started the Lux Patronus. It seemed to work, hopefully enough to get him to Carida. He pushed forward on the yoke and launched skyward.
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Ellie Ordo
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jul 29, 2013 18:51:44 GMT -8
When the Jedi collapsed, Alema'vrei ran over to help her, just in time to hear the muttered statement. The Twi'lek medic opened her mouth to respond, but no words came, so she just sat down next to the girl and placed an arm around her shoulders.
Meanwhile, Worm slowly disembarked from the smoking skiff just in time to wave a greeting to the other skiffs arriving with their reinforcements.It's over. Collect these bodies and whatever intelligence you can get from them. Get the trucks down here to transport the bodies. Order headquarters to dispatch details to notify the families of our dead. I'll be taking a skiff and one pilot to take myself and a few of the wounded back to HQ. While soldiers scrambled to carry out his orders, the disfigured remnant of a being stared at the young girl. The medic sensed his stare and looked at him, nodding. Worm grabbed a large, yellow skinned male who was helping to load the wounded and pointed at the girl. The soldier came over to the girl, and with impressive strength, scooped her up as one did a child. The medic grabbed the lightsaber and followed to the skiff, boarding after the soldier placed the human down. Once the wounded Twi'lek were loaded, Worm also boarded, sitting in the bow. The skiff sped away to their secretive headquarters located in the under city of Kala'uun. *Ellie didn't resist being pick up or put into the skiff. Instead she closed her eyes and let her exhaustion take her. With any luck, she wouldn't wake again until they were out of the tunnels, or off planet.*
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Jul 30, 2013 5:00:36 GMT -8
Crom'nen arrived at the Obryyu headquarters, deep in the heart of the city on one of the lower level. They had intentionally chosen this spot to be near the undercity, right near the worst of the action. Yet, being in an area so bad, largely the homeless or the spice-addicts lived there, their presence went unnoticed. The Obyrru was rumored to exist, but Crom'nen found that people tended to doubt rumors, so a little knowledge was just enough to hide truth.
When he arrived, he found the place largely empty. Medics were tending to slaves and wounded from the first site. More wounded came in from the second site. Those few that were here ignored Crom'nen's presence. The slaves, however, stood in silent awe, or whispered to each other. For them, rumor had just become reality. There really was a secret organization that backed the legendary senator, known as Golden Tongue and The Great Liberator. Crom'nen, in the mean time, went into what served as an office to wait.
Meanwhile...
The skiff did not take the young Jedi to a transport or off planet. Instead, it took her back deep into the heart of the city, not far from where she had been held captive. Though unconscious, the girl received some treatment from Alema'vrei, but the medics mostly tended to the other wounded. Worm, in the bow, resisted the urge to turn around. The fired in his squinted eyes was cooled.
As the skiff entered their warehouse, Worm noticed a purple speeder parked in a corner. His eyes scanned the builing until he found what he sought: a green-skinned Twi'lek in blue robes. Crom'nen should have been on Coruscant, as far as he knew. Apparently, he had come back unannounced. Worm gulped with fear.
Crom'nen noticed the reaction. It was not like the severely disfigured being to be afraid of anything. Something was very wrong if Worm feared him. Crom'nen's eyes narrowed with anger. He came out of the office, moving with slow deliberation. His presence in the room was like a storm cloud, and the noise level dropped to the bare minimum associated with the work that needed to be done. All eyes fell to Crom'nen and Worm, who met on the ground several meters in front of the skiff.
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Ellie Ordo
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jul 30, 2013 18:56:42 GMT -8
*Ellie let out a groan and looked down towards her feet. Through her groggy vision she saw Worm standing in front of the skiff, it was then she noticed the green Twi'lek in blue robes. She turned her head towards Alema'vrei and mumbled out a question.*
"Who's..who is that?"
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Jul 31, 2013 5:01:00 GMT -8
Alema'vrei made a slight chewing motion, chewing over words that were tough to get out. She knew she shouldn't, but she did anyway. That's Crom'nen, the Golden Tongue.
Crom'nen's eyes were drawn to movement. And hair. Hair seemed very out of place in a room of Twi'lek. He stepped around Worm, whom now was looking at the floor in shame, to get a better look. He turned back to Worm, and began to whisper in Ryl.
You brought an alien, an outsider, here? A human? And worse, a Jedi? And all without speaking to me first? What's gotten into you?
Worm stared at the floor unmoving.
Really? Compassion? I did not even think you were capable of that, old friend. No indeed. What brought this on suddenly.
Worm moved, barely a twitch.
Oh I see. I did not believe you to be capable of that either. Crom'nen shook his head. Do you have anything to say for yourself?
Worm hesitated before replying, also in Ryl. She was a slave in the warehouse we just raided. She helped us hunt down those who captured her and killed her master. She was most useful in the hunt, and we brought her back here for medical attention.
Crom'nen shook his head. See to our people. As Worm began to shuffle off as quietly as his broken form would allow, Crom'nen locked eyes with the girl, raised a single talon into the air, and waved it several times in the universal sign for "come here." The anger was no longer present in his expression, as if he had turned it off, but a dark seriousness remained.
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Post by F'rarl Schous on Jul 31, 2013 8:06:53 GMT -8
F'rarl stood in the corner in shadows, just outside the office in which Crom'nen had waited. Cloaked in Force Stealth and the defel's natural abilities, no one could possibly know he was there. Not even Crom'nen knew for sure, only suspected that the defel was present. And that's how he liked it. Their species were known as "Wraiths," and his innate Force abilities took this to another level. Crom'nen was one of a few people who even knew that F'rarl existed. Most people only learned of his existence when they heard his characteristic "Whee," which was they last thing they ever heard.
F'rarl was one of Crom'nen's few friends and confidants: two to be precise. He also served as Crom'nen's personal bodyguard and assassin. Despite this, F'rarl was actually more of a moral being than Crom'nen. He believed in Crom'nen's stated goal, abolition, even if he believed in it more than Crom'nen. He also believed that Crom'nen was the best shot for achieving emancipation for all across the galaxy. He also believed that he helped Crom'nen to become a better being. And that's why he stayed.
In the mean time, F'rarl watched the exchange between Crom'nen and Worm, reading their lips. He waited for some subtle clue as to when to kill Worm, whom he never trusted, or even if he should kill the woman. Receiving no sign, he waited.
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Ellie Ordo
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jul 31, 2013 9:55:37 GMT -8
*Ellie could feel a wide range of emotions in the force emitting from Crom'nen and Worm. She knew she wasn't welcome here by how the new Twi'lek behaved towards her. When Crom'nen beckoned for her, she closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. Cautiously and slowly she forced herself onto shakey feet. She winced some as she tried to straighten up the best she could and forced herself to walk over to the Twi'lek. Upon reaching the Twi'lek, she came to a stop in front of him and swayed a little as she fought with her injuries to stand. She looked up at Crom'nen and looked eyes with him, hers showing exhaustion and almost lifelesness from her ordeal. With a slight amount of difficulty she gave a small bow to him.*
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Jul 31, 2013 19:32:30 GMT -8
Crom'nen returned the bow, cautiously, then flicked his hand. Someone brought over a hoverchair over for the girl to sit in. After placing the girl in the chair, Crom'nen squated down before the girl, studying her before he spoke.
You've put me in a bit of a delicate situation, girl. You know who I am, I presume. A being in my position cannot afford vendettas or personal agendas. Yet you have seen mine first hand. Worm there informs me that you were enslaved, so you can see for yourself why I do what I do. But a Senator in the Republic, fighting his own war? Acting as judge, jury, and executioner with his own private army? No matter how good the cause, this is political suicide, some might even call it a crime, sitting in their high towers in the Core, away from those who need solutions, not high ideology. The Senate, the Jedi, they would never understand the real world out here in the Outer Rim. That is why I formed the Obyrru. "Obyrru" is Ryl for "nightmare." This organization is a black ops group, doing raids on slave holdings here on Ryloth as information becomes available. We are the hunters, a nightmare for all those who kidnap my people from our own world. All the funding for what you see here comes from what we confiscate from the slavers. Those you see here either were slaves or had someone taken from them. They are here of their own volition seeking payback, pure and simple. I provided the start up costs, as well as information and direction as necessary.
Therefore you can see that I am forced to ask a favor of you. You can either report back to your masters as they require of you and doom my people to slavery, or you can keep our secret and violate your oaths. It is an unenviable position that I place you in, but my dear Worm seems to think highly of you. That is no small feat, my dear. I've seen him kill without remorse. I was unaware that he had any feelings left but anger, but somehow he pities you and trusts you. That is why I am forced to make this request of you, Jedi.
Crom'nen had long ago learn to hide his intentions, even from the most powerful Force users. So he did now. The choice he gave her was for Worm's benefit. If she made the wrong choice, to go back to her Masters, which were little more than her owners, he would not hesistate to kill her to save himself. Even so, he did not hide his disdain for the Jedi from his tone of voice, adding special emphasis to a few choice words. Who knows? She might be able to overcome the simplicity of the Jedi ideals and become useful to him.
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Ellie Ordo
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Aug 1, 2013 14:35:41 GMT -8
*Ellie leaned forward in the seat once Crom'nen finished speaking. She looked the Twi'lek in the eyes and folded her hands together.*
"Unfortunatly I have to go back, but I have many, many questions for the council. Some of which, I'm sure, their not going to enjoy. *Her voice remained level as she spoke, trying hard to keep the exhaustion out of it.* "When those animals had me chained to a wall and beat me half to death with an electro staff, I had time to think. While I was thinking, I began to wonder if the Jedi code is as good as they try to teach us. I mean, we're supposed to protect the galaxy, keep peace, prevent such things. A lot of good that does if slavers fear us so little that their even willing to take Jedi as slaves."
*She leaned back into the seat, never breaking eye contact with Crom'nen.*
"Now...now my master is dead, my sister and her master are missing somewhere on this planet after freeing me. I don't even know where to begin looking for them, I can't even sense them in the force anywhere. To top that off, today I killed about two dozen beings out of pure anger for what they did to me, the exact opposite of what our code says to do. And do you know what," *Ellie leaned forward again towards Crom'nen and spoke in a slightly softer voice.* "It was satisfying. So if you think I'm going to runoff and tell everyone about this operation, then you're mistaken. I'm quite okay with you killing off as many of these savages as you possibly can."
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 1, 2013 17:32:50 GMT -8
At this very moment, one of the rarest occurances in the galaxy happened. Crom'nen was surprised. So much so, he forgot himself for a second. Normally, he read people so well, he was never surprised. In this case, he had seen the robes and the saber and made a judgment. He was wrong, and he was openly surprised. Soon, he regained his composure.
This is something I'd never thought I'd see, a Jedi with an open mind. The Jedi I have met spew narrow-minded dogma that I cannot stomach. They are naive idealists, with nothing more that their ideals and nonsense. They cling to their codes and close their eyes to the rest of the galaxy, whom they do not mingle with, as to not taint their precious "Order" with the disorder of the galaxy.
To you, my dear, I will share the secret of the galaxy, something which your masters would never tell you because they would never accept it with their closed minds. They would rather not know, so they close their eyes and quote archaic lore. The secret is this: there is neither good nor evil. There is only right and wrong.
Your actions today, my actions, are what children and simpletons called "evil." You killed someone in anger. But what you did was right. Every schutta you killed deserved it. Moreover, by killing them you saved lives and families. While those far removed are content to pass judgment, you did what was necessary. It was "evil," but it was also right. The Jedi would never be capable of accepting such a simple truth, and will cast you from their Order for asking such questions. I have seen it before. But alas, that is the price you pay for being aware. It is far easier to hide behind codes that it is to face reality.
Crom'nen had given the speech before to get his way. He was not sure if he believed any of it himself, but it sounded excellent coming from his resplendent mouth, and moreover, it was what others needed to hear. Himself, the Twi'lek had moved even further beyond concept of morality to simple "whatever is needed to achieve goals" as his moral standard. In this case, his goal was to win the girl to his way of thinking as to avoid... complications.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Aug 1, 2013 18:04:40 GMT -8
*Ellie leaned back in the seat. She had heard similar words from her parents before.*
"My twin and I weren't Jedi Knights, we were Padawans. I guess you could say our rebellious behavior and determination held us back, being Mandalorian doesn't help much either. Our parents taught us a similar point of view when we were young. They were, probably still are, bounty hunters. So if anyone were to know the words you speak it would be them."
*She cast her gaze around the room for a second before turning back to Crom'nen.*
"My master taught me once the difference between right and wrong, at least in the eyes of the Jedi. My sister and I however, saw things in shades of grey."
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 1, 2013 19:00:30 GMT -8
Crom'nen's eyes narrowed. A Mandalorian and a Jedi? He laughed. I take it all back. You are probably more hunted than I. Forget your training. Return to your people. Live. Crom'nen's words had the taint of sarcasm on them.
Your people, for their faults, do more good for the galaxy than the Jedi. He shook his head. If only they would give up this petty notion of ruling. Crom'nen intentionally left it ambiguous as to whether he mean the Mandos or the Jedi. Perhaps both.
I do not know if you are trustworthy. Your people would call you a freak and destroy you. Your master would only seek to dominate you through indoctrination. You seem to have turned your back on both by your very existence. Tell me, what is it that you seek? What is the prize you hope to obtain? What do you believe to be your purpose? And what is your name while you're at it? Perhaps then I will know if I can trust you, and if Nawara'passik has anything to offer you. Worm seems to trust you, and that counts for something, but I want to see what he sees in you.
Crom'nen's eyes narrowed, a look somewhere between a predator studying prey and a curator studying a potentially priceless artifact. The girl had already surprised him. He did not wish for more surprises.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Aug 2, 2013 7:21:15 GMT -8
They came by charter, they always come by charter. There were enough tourist buroes that would make any flight possible for money on the frindge worlds. And money is something slavers had plenty off. They were five. Diana, the hunter. Yellow of skin. Number 36, green of skin. Number 37, purple of skin. Number 38, one of the newly made Banshees, Lethan. Number 39, a big faviorite amongst the Banshees, a hybrid. Spotted and stripped, exotic.
While lethan and rutian Twileks were rare amongst their spicies, they were the most exotic on the slave market and many had been set to the fate of servitude. Many had been saved from that servitude to join an other. The Banshees of Juvex. Many were blue, red, yellow or purple, not to mention the really rear hybrids. They were all clothed as tourists, with shalls or cardigans covering the slave collar on their necks. Expensive tourists clothing and backpacks. No weapons, only a high power comm, civilian design but military grade. Spy stuff. Its creator was called Q and wore a labb coat, so you better accept it as awesome.
The little group checked out the tourist attractions in the top parts of the city and bought some toursist things like lighters with loggos and gift cards and whatever. They checked into a sports bar and watched some sport while drinking soda. One of them, the yellow asked the barkeep to change the channel to some local female sports channel instead of the stupid mandalorian Boloball. She claimed, there were too much weapons commersials. Then, the little troup watched the Sports, while writing down something. Names and sports statistics. Female names and their sports statistics...
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Ellie Ordo
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Aug 2, 2013 14:58:26 GMT -8
Crom'nen's eyes narrowed. A Mandalorian and a Jedi? He laughed. I take it all back. You are probably more hunted than I. Forget your training. Return to your people. Live. Crom'nen's words had the taint of sarcasm on them. Your people, for their faults, do more good for the galaxy than the Jedi. He shook his head. If only they would give up this petty notion of ruling. Crom'nen intentionally left it ambiguous as to whether he mean the Mandos or the Jedi. Perhaps both.I do not know if you are trustworthy. Your people would call you a freak and destroy you. Your master would only seek to dominate you through indoctrination. You seem to have turned your back on both by your very existence. Tell me, what is it that you seek? What is the prize you hope to obtain? What do you believe to be your purpose? And what is your name while you're at it? Perhaps then I will know if I can trust you, and if Nawara'passik has anything to offer you. Worm seems to trust you, and that counts for something, but I want to see what he sees in you. Crom'nen's eyes narrowed, a look somewhere between a predator studying prey and a curator studying a potentially priceless artifact. The girl had already surprised him. He did not wish for more surprises. *Ellie stared back at Crom'nen and gave a flat statement.*
"My name is Ellie Ordo, born and raised on Mandalore, before becoming a Jedi anyways." *She narrowed her eyes and gave a searching gaze across the room.* "Before today I wanted to be a Jedi Knight. Before that, as a child, I wanted to be a bounty hunter like my parents. Now though, I'm not sure where I stand. In the time since I was captured, my life has done nothing but gone down hill. My short term goal is to discover the fate of my twin, from there..i don't know."*She folded her arms in front of her and turned her attention back to Crom'nen. Her eyes filled with a sadness and longing she hadn't felt in a long time.*
"Sometimes I wish I could return home. But I can't, not after what I've become."
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 2, 2013 20:54:18 GMT -8
Crom'nen smiled slyly. It would be easy for him to let his paranoia get the best of him, assuming that finding a Mando here after leaving Manda'lore, but his training told him she was telling the truth.
Ellie Ordo. Of course it is. You know, on Ryloth, names have significance. Ellie is a common enough name, female and what you humans call "cute." Ordo is one of the most feared last names in the galaxy from your heritage. Yet it seems that neither name fits you know. Perhaps you will find a new name here.
Crom'nen stood, as if satisfied with the conversation. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Worm. He turned back to speak to the girl in a low voice. Twi'lek physiology is different from that of humans. Part of the brain that governs movement and sensation lies in the lekku. When Worm's lekku was severed, he lost much of the use of the lower half of his body. Crom'nen raised his eyebrows to help indicate the significance of this comment. So long as you choose to remain here, you are safe.
Crom'nen grabbed a ration bar and pressed it into her hand. This will help you replace your energy.
A small, yellow Twi'lek who looked like a clerk stood nearby. Sir?
What is it?
Sir, uh...
Spit it out.
Sir, Lessu. It's been hit. From the battle. Sir, initial reports are that the Clan Council is gone.
The room fell silent.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Aug 2, 2013 23:42:36 GMT -8
Enough information was gathered for today, the five twileks stood up, payed, tipped and walked off. They will have to find a safehouse. Using the tourist maps they found their way to the middle levels, the residational part. They looked for a specific business, a butchers shop that wasnt too central. Took them nearly a day to find it. A butchers shop by the end of a level, built into the mountain wall. They walked in, calmly and coldly. 37 took place by the door, 36 took a corner while 38 started closing windows ad 39 walked up to the clerk. Diana herself just walked behind the counter and put down her bag beside a workstation.
-Clerk- "Hello and welcome to... what... what are you doing?"
The male didnt have time to act, nor a chance. His hands were grabbed from the front by 39 as Diana grabbed a meatcleaver and went behind into the freezer cabins. 36, seeing her sisters in action leaped forward and ripped the surprised clercs head to both sides, breaking the neck. There was a fain scream from inside the freezers as Diana cut herself a buthcer, and the shop was theirs.
It was textbook. Operators in enemy territory usually took mundane jobs to hide their identity. It was easy to accept that a clerk was changed in your usual butchers store, or a gas station operator or a convinience store owner. And it was easy to hide bodies when you owned a butchers store...
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Post by Atia on Aug 3, 2013 10:42:00 GMT -8
Manou Akkar was a housewife. She loved her family, loved her neighborhood, made cookies for fairs, changed up her recepies, took care of her kidds and her household. She was the mistress of her castle.
Manou Akkar was a slave. She was a slave to the love she felt for her family and neighbours, she was a slave to expectations on cookies that needed to show up on fairs, she was a slave to culinary change, she was a slave to her kidds and her household. She was a happy slave of her castle.
Today she wanted to buy some nerf beef for a new recepie she picked up, so she entered the Meet'a'Meat. First off she got startled for a while because Habbar, her butcher grocer was not in, instead a young female in a shawl was at the counter with a smile on her face.
-37- "Hello and welcome to Meet'a'Meat, how can I help you?"
-Manou- "Eh... hello, I would like one and a half kilos of Nerf Loin."
Manou watched as the new woman served her the beef. She seemed a bit unused to this work, she was twirling around looking for tools and then searched through the coolant shelves for the meat she needed, grabbing what was clearly SpaceGoat(what the hell does these people eat?) Manou had to break in.
-Manou- "Thats... Thats Spacegoat. The Nerf is two shelves to the left, where it usually is.
-37- "Ah, thank you..."
Manou couldnt stand it anymore, she was also a slave to social curiosity, and she had to ask...
-Manou- "Eh... Can I ask where Habbar is? He usually serves me my meat."
-37- "Mr Habbar had to leave on a business trip, I am his niece, I am taking care of the shop in his absence. That will be 134 credits please."
-Manou- "Ah... well... thank you, and I hope everything is well with Habbar..."
-37- "Oh, of course, we are all holding his fortune in our hearts."
That was wierd... Manou thought as she payed and left. A wierd vibe took her concerning that young lady in the shop, but she had a lot on her head so she hurried home to prepear her new exiting recepie...
THe safehouse was set and secure.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Aug 3, 2013 14:47:42 GMT -8
Crom'nen smiled slyly. It would be easy for him to let his paranoia get the best of him, assuming that finding a Mando here after leaving Manda'lore, but his training told him she was telling the truth.Ellie Ordo. Of course it is. You know, on Ryloth, names have significance. Ellie is a common enough name, female and what you humans call "cute." Ordo is one of the most feared last names in the galaxy from your heritage. Yet it seems that neither name fits you know. Perhaps you will find a new name here. Crom'nen stood, as if satisfied with the conversation. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Worm. He turned back to speak to the girl in a low voice. Twi'lek physiology is different from that of humans. Part of the brain that governs movement and sensation lies in the lekku. When Worm's lekku was severed, he lost much of the use of the lower half of his body. Crom'nen raised his eyebrows to help indicate the significance of this comment. So long as you choose to remain here, you are safe. Crom'nen grabbed a ration bar and pressed it into her hand. This will help you replace your energy. A small, yellow Twi'lek who looked like a clerk stood nearby. Sir? What is it? Sir, uh... Spit it out.Sir, Lessu. It's been hit. From the battle. Sir, initial reports are that the Clan Council is gone.The room fell silent. *Ellie took the ration bar and gave a quick glance at Worm, thinking about what Crom'nen just said. She turned her attention to the Twi'lek that just reported to Crom'nen. Her eyes narrowed when he mentioned the battle above them. Turning her attention to Crom'nen she spoke softly and cautiously.*
"What battle? Have I been captive that long?"
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 4, 2013 4:20:03 GMT -8
Crom'nen remained still, mulling over this toughts. He could run. He should run. By all rights, no one knew he was here, and he could go to Coruscant for help. No one would know, except for the people in the room. The people in this room. Some of his most loyal and trusted people. They'd never forgive him. He would lose his grip on the Twi'lek. Even F'rarl might kill him. No, he'd have to stay. He'd have to lead.
Finally, his mind came back to him, and he realized that everyone was holding their breath, waiting for him. Everyone but the girl. What had she said? Oh yes.
I don't know how long you've been captured, Ash. I've been on planet four hours, and the battle was starting then. It seems your Jedi abandoned the defenses and left behind the Republic cruisers the minute the battle began. Personally, I think we have more important things to worry about, don't you?
Load up three hovertrucks with Sesk'vati and Sesk'nasbili. Alert the Sesk'vati that I am coming to take over.
Worm began to move for the truck.
Not you, Worm. You will remain here. You will monitor what is happening, and report to me.
Sir, I'd rather go with you.
Not this time. I need you to stay here, and ready the city's defenses. If they've done any research, they will attack here, looking for me.
What makes you think they're coming for you?
There are much less dramatic ways to kill. This was done to get my attention.
Worm nodded. Crom'nen tended to be arrogant and paranoid. Unfortunately, he also tended to be right.
Crom'nen then motioned to Ellie Ordo. Come along, Ash. You ride with me.
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