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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 22:47:39 GMT -8
Brentaal IV, or simply Brentaal, was the fourth planet in the Brentaal system of the Bormea sector of the Core Worlds.
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Jun 26, 2013 15:02:38 GMT -8
Rising up from the planet in Diamonte's ship, Mistia sat patiently, trying to make herself take up as little room as possible in hopes to not be in the way, she hugged his coat tight around her and looked around in a mild curiosity. Looking out at the planet as they orbited momentarily, Mistia couldn't help but wonder where her parents were down there... She had been taken away and they had been evicted...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2013 15:13:37 GMT -8
As I leveled off in orbit, I instructed Gordon to begin making the calculations back home... Though why I trusted him when he had come down with an AI version of the flu... Is beyond me. When I stepped back towards the bunks, I felt a slight resistance in my steps which only increased as I got closer, to the point of forcing me to scoot over as I tried to sit down next to her,
"So you want me to prove why I came to find you, right... Why you are so special..."
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Jun 26, 2013 15:19:13 GMT -8
As he spoke to her, Mistia kept her gaze in her lap, and her thoughts to herself. It didn't matter why he had bought her, to her she was going to a new owner
I don't know.....
She chanced a look up at him, her dark eyes showing a slight fear as to what was to become of her
I am just a slave.... I don't get to have opinions or thoughts of my own
Wincing slightly at the sarcasm in her voice, she turned her gaze back to her lap, hoping he wouldn't beat her for talking back
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2013 16:14:58 GMT -8
She wasn't going to take the fact of her new freedom easily. so gingerly, i removed the white rose from the vase and placed it in her hand
"Are you hungry?"
before she could answer i stepped out of the chamber to the galley, and when i returned, i had a tray of stew, meats, cheeses, fruits all sorts of delicacies
"You have no master any more, you are free."
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Jun 26, 2013 16:21:49 GMT -8
She stared at him as he handed her the food, Mistia couldn't believe what she was hearing
You mean I'm not-...... I'm free?
The tray began to shake as her hands started to tremble. Her bottom lip quivered and she bowed her head, where the loose hair on her head fell to cover her face. Her shoulders shook as quiet sobs escaped her lips.
Free.........
Mistia looked back up at him, tears dripping down her cheeks, a shaky smile starting to form
Th-thank you...... thank you so much
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2013 16:29:27 GMT -8
All i could do was smile at the scene i was treated to. never before had i rescued someone from slavery. and still there was the part of this who wanted to make her my one and only. but i shied away from that remembering Mia.
"So then Mist. Where do you want to go?"
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Jun 26, 2013 16:39:08 GMT -8
Go?
The question was innocent enough, the look in her eye becoming more frightened at the thought of leaving Brentaal
Like.... the universe?
Her eyes widened at the possibilities
Where else is there?!
Of course she knew about the systems closest to Brentaal, but in all her twenty-five years, she hadn't had the opportunity to learn all the worlds. Slaves weren't allowed to know more than basic learnings.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 9:36:45 GMT -8
"Best to show you"
I breathed in and mimicking a boatswain pipe, I triggered the audible cues in the room and the lights dimmed. A small holo projector started and the entirety of the galaxy was shown. Walking out into the projection, I pointed out several worlds. From naboo, to honoghr, coruscant... Then after dozen other planets before wandering out into unknown space
"...and here is where the crown jewel of the galaxy should be... Instramta…"
Returning to the couch... I was depressed...in all my life I never had gotten to visit the forgotten planet
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Jun 29, 2013 18:12:18 GMT -8
Mistia stared at the projection, her eyes wide with wonder. Watching as he pointed out planets an excitement started to stir inside her, wanting to visit them all. Wiping a tear from her cheek she placed a hand on his knee in a bold move.
Take me to Coruscant... I would like to see it... it is the one that is all city, right?
She smiled softly at him, before tilting her head slightly and looking down at her hand
You said that you had seen me? In a vision? What will become of me now?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 21:22:33 GMT -8
I blushed lightly on the weight of a hand on my knee... Her, hand on my knee. inside a voice was screaming that i needed to consider what i was doing. the the other part was trapped in her gentle eyes, scared... and yet so full of wonder. I would pay a king's ransom to have her in my arms... but that ''reasonable'' part of me informed me that the potential longing i had for her would be the same as if i were not giving her the freedom she rightly deserved." You heard the Pretty lady Gordon. set course for Coruscant. jump when we are set." then i heard her question... i didn't know how to answer it... and to be honest i didn't have the time to answer it. i was tired from the day, and my body knew a moment of rest when it saw one, the next thing i knew, my head was in her lap and i was out. I was so far gone, that i did not notice the course correction took of off any logical flight path to Coruscant... instead, shooting us toward Naboo
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Post by Palatine, Argos Theties Echion on Oct 12, 2013 12:02:59 GMT -8
OOC: If anyone holds sway over this planet, please PM me. Otherwise I'm bringing this planet into the Republic's fold, and into the larger RPing spotlight of the site. Thank you.
Despite the War raging across the Galaxy between the Jedi and the Mandalorians. Brentaal had maintained its sovereignty, trade and production. Actually, things were in flux on the planet itself. The major houses had convened and unanimously considered to extend a hand towards the struggling Republic for "beneficial" reasons. This is not to say that they weren't a free enterprising lot, but times were changing, and the uncertainty of the future was making the merchants of Brentaal look for whatever allegiances they could make before the prospect of darker times.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 6:17:18 GMT -8
Two ships meeting in orbit around Brentaal was about as common as two folks on the ground breathing oxygen. By most counts, it was one of the hundred or so most densely populated planets, and its position on not one but two major hyperspace routes had made it a thriving trade hub. So for Eralam's old freighter to meet up with Sin's slightly newer but still inconspicuous freighter, with approval from the harried sounding ATC, it was just a matter of running across the umbilical and checking the seals. Such meetings happened all the time, and no one even really cared if it was for legitimate business, black market exchanges, or meetings between the most powerful head of state in the galaxy and her secret lover.
Well, no one except perhaps the aforementioned head of state and, of course, her secret lover.
Eralam swam across the brief zero-G gap between the ships with the grace one might expect out of an old hand at these sorts of meetings. Focusing on the task of not flailing about like a drunken Gungan helped distract him from the fact that he was more than a little nervous. Things hadn't quite been the same in the weeks since Corellia. Sin hadn't exactly come out and said "I told you so," but she hadn't exactly restrained herself from pointing it out in slightly more subtle ways, and it was obvious on more than one occasion that there was more bite behind her words than playful good humor. The former Shard suspected that it would have turned out better if someone actually had attempted to ambush them at the vacation home. Combat was a good bonding experience, after all, and they could use some of that right now.
That was why he had agreed to the sudden trip to Brentaal, one of the galaxy's foremost commerce hubs, and the site of some of the best shops in the galaxy for almost anything you could possibly want. The terse invitation hadn't exactly spelled out the what or the why, but that would come in good time. In the mean time, Eralam adjusted his duster as he crossed over into Sin's ship's artificial gravity and checked that his pistol was still secure. He was wearing his usual canvas duster, T-shirt, jeans and comfortable boots, though he had more formal clothes on the ship if the need arose. He stepped into the waiting airlock and waited for the door to be opened from the inside.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jun 24, 2014 20:37:08 GMT -8
The door popped and a hiss sounded as the pressure equalized with the ship beyond the airlock. Sin was pulling the last of her gear on, her hands gripping the ends of the gunbelt that snaked its way around her very shapely hips. Greens and browns, camo and dirt. She was donning her Dru disguise for the trip down to the surface and that meant she still wasn't very comfortable being away from Empire space without a heavy security detail or a cover. Gulliver had become a fixture in the weeks since Corellia, and it was a not so subtle cue to her boyfriend that she didn't trust his instincts. He might have once been a whill, but reckless behavior wasn't what had gotten her to be Emperor.
Gulliver had a conflicting job this time, so when Eralam entered the common area of her 3-Z, there was only the petite Sith to greet him, a more relaxed attitude seeming to settle on her features than he had seen in a long time. She finished buckling the belt on, and tied off the holsters to her legs before her hands gripped the edges of his coat and she jerked him down to her lips.
A soft, warm greeting exchanged wordlessly for a few moments then separation again as she released him and found her words.
"Hey, babe. Glad you could make it. Any trouble getting away?"
The answer was no. It would always be no, even when he insisted he had things to take care of. He could have walked from Dressel anytime, but it kept him busy and that kept him feeling important. She knew this relationship left him coming up short when it came to male dominated cultural references. She tried to remember that. She tried to let him be in charge, but Bogan's beard. That Corellia trip really didn't set a good precedent.
This was a second chance. One they both sorely needed. However, this was business for her. Something he would need to be able to roll with.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 8:07:47 GMT -8
"No, not really."
The answer would be no. The answer was always no. Eralam knew Sin resented the fact that he stayed on with Dressel and the Market, despite the fact that running a planet could never be as important or as difficult as running an Empire in her eyes. At the first mention of trade negotiations or military planning, she would assume the perfectly polite expression of a politician trying not to say something inappropriate, and Eralam would try his level best to ignore the fact that doing so was about the most condescending thing she could do short of patting him on the head and telling him what a good boy he'd been. Better to pretend he hadn't just dropped everything to meet her on a whim.
At least Gulliver wasn't here. He and Eralam had struck up a friendship of sorts in the last few weeks. They both knew why Sin was keeping him close, and while Gulliver was too professional and Eralam too stubborn to say anything, they recognized the other's position for what it was and, instead of giving each other a hard time or getting into pissing contests, they had developed something like mutual respect. They had even gone toe to toe a couple of times in the shoothouse, and both had walked out with enough welts and bruises from the plastic frangible rounds that they trusted the other with Sin when they were away. That said, the former Shard was glad the merc wasn't present.
Despite the tension beneath the surface, Eralam really was glad to see Sin. Their meetings had become more and more infrequent as of late. Between her reluctance to go anywhere and the fading effectiveness of the crystal as a focus point for teleportation, they had only seen each other twice in the last two weeks, and the last time had been for barely an hour before some urgent affair of state had called her away.
"I see we'll be rolling incognito for this one. What's the plan?"
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jun 25, 2014 12:35:08 GMT -8
It is a simple fact of nature that relationships cool over time. What was once hot and heavy, and obsessively important becomes routine and normal and re-prioritized. Add to that the secretive nature of their meetings and Sinistra had found reasons to avoid Eralam's company. It wasn't that she didn't love him. She did. Dangerously so. It was a fragile thing, to hold that seeping sand so carefully in her palm while she wanted nothing more than to grip it tightly and decisively. No more hiding, no more sneaking. She wanted to annex Dressel, to bring it into the Empire so the silly charade could be over for once. Except that would guarantee she would never see the shard again.
The only other choice was to set him free. He would learn heartache. He would learn the pain of losing a love. She would leave him to his business and she would turn her attention to the Sithly pursuits that Gorja wanted her to focus on. She would be miserable. But that was what was expected of her. She was supposed to be living embodiment of pain and suffering. Evil made flesh. Depravity and cruelty with a side of fashion sense.
When she made up her mind that they had to end, she had been able to finally breath a sigh of relief. It was the ease she wore with him now. The knowledge that this would be their last meeting. The last time they needed to painfully get through trying to be a normal couple. The last time she would simultaneous juggle the overwhelming need to be with him and the crippling want to be elsewhere because it was hard as hell to be a dirty secret or part time lover.
Was this the right thing? It had to be, right? They were fooling themselves. There was no way they were going to get to that hilltop. But Bogan's beard, she wanted it. The intangible dream. She looked up at him, a tightness gripped her chest and her pulse fluttered. Just get through the afternoon, don't think of the impending doom. Maybe she would change her mind.
She shook the thoughts off and turned her attention back to his question.
"There are some rebels within the Deep Core who are scouting for some weapons in order to stave off the Empire. They contacted Dru's people and ordered a rather large shipment of rifles, blasters and mortars. I am here to fill it. With the crappiest shit I can find of course. If it fell off a transport somewhere, the better."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 13:04:31 GMT -8
The room swirled with things left unsaid. Eralam didn't know women, or humans in general, but he knew Sin, and he knew something was wrong. If he had been a little wiser, a little more experienced, a little less thickheaded, maybe he could have said something, but he was none of those things. Instead, he just nodded as she laid out the agenda.
"I know a guy out this way that might have some stuff that meets your criteria if you need it."
He glanced down at his own gear and realized he might be just a little out of place. While he appreciated the chance to spend time with her, Eralam wasn't exactly dressed for the role he suspected she wanted him to play.
"I take it I'm along as the heavy? I'll have to grab some toys from my ship if that's the case."
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jun 26, 2014 19:40:59 GMT -8
"Au contraire, my sweet. You are my personal buyer. You are Dresden of Eralam's Explosive Emporium. Your face is known in my circles of ruthless thugs and arms dealers. You're here to add legitimacy to my little trip. But honestly, I would much rather broker the deal, buy good stuff, switch it out for crap you can find me, send you the good and make the rebels rue the goddamn day they decided to cross the Empire."
There was a mischievous glint to her eye that said rather clearly that this was a good day for someone to get themselves in a world of pain. She pulled on the poncho, straightening it before she looked up at him, her stray gestures towards the airlock quickly swallowed by the dirty piece of nondescript cloth that covered her weapons.
"You riding down with me or you want to take your life in your hands with that flying tetanus booster?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2014 21:42:37 GMT -8
Eralam quickly shifted gears, going from lover hiding concern to calmly professional in no time flat. If asked, he would just say he was getting his game face on, and it would have been the truth. It would also have neatly sidestepped the spike of paranoia that just shot through him. Sin's plan, while good for the Empire, would ensure that he never did business out here again. If word got around that he was selling shoddy gear, or that his shipment security was lax, or any one of a dozen other conditions that could arise, no buyer would touch EEE gear anywhere in the Core. He didn't think it was intentional on her part; how could a Sith Emperor be expected to know the ins and outs of the arms trade?
But then again, if Sinistra was a novice, Dru was almost legendary in some parts. Her alter ego was a ghost, and the bawdy rumors about Dru's capabilities gave Kyle Kataarn jokes a run for their money. "Kyle Kataarn once took out a platoon with a howitzer." "Oh yeah? Dru took out a company with one, and then he loaded it." As she had so eloquently stated after the Corellian affair, Dru not some throwaway cover to be risked and disposed of on a whim. In a very real sense, he was her other half, and Eralam highly doubted she'd risk his reputation without some way to cover her cover's ass. And that meant that good old Dresden was going to be left swinging in the breeze.
Paranoia?
Maybe.
As much as Eralam wanted to put faith in his love, he couldn't help but remember how she had pointed out, time and time again, that she was a Sith. She had betrayed everyone she had ever loved to get to where she was today. Was it his turn to take a knife to the back?
Even as the thought crossed his mind, the fallen Whill buried it deep. If that was the case, tipping his hand too early would be a Very Bad Thing. If it wasn't, well, some relationships had trust issues because of old friends of the opposite gender being left in a commlink's contacts. Suspicion of betrayal would crank things up to potato.
Fortunately, professional mode meant tactical mode, and that meant pointing out the potential flaws of a plan without sounding like he was about to lose his cool. Eralam rattled off his proposed changes with all the passion of a banker going over an earnings report.
"Won't work. My stuff is known out this way, and it doesn't just fall off a speeder. Even if it did, it'd still be the best damn kit in the sector. Instead, you'd be better off telling them I'm along to get a feel for local business, see if it would be worth opening a franchise. Convince them that it's worth placing a small order with me to make me happy, and you'll sweeten the pot by throwing in some gear you picked up for dirt cheap. I'll get a crate of something suitably expensive sent out here, as well as some creatively sabotaged cheap shit that should look like a bargain until it turns their armory to ash. You look good, I look good, they look mostly stupid, but also dead. Thoughts?"
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 1, 2014 18:05:47 GMT -8
Damn it. It was a long shot anyway. She should have known better than to think he would let her trash his reputation just to spite the rebels. And possibly push him into being with her on a more full time basis.
She paused in her preparations to mull over his idea, nodding her head in agreement with his observations. They made sense, would satisfy her requirements and not make him look like an incompetent jerkoff. Not that she wanted that. She just wanted...well, the impossible.
"Whatever floats your boat. You still didn't answer my question about what ship you're riding down in and I can't exactly land this tub with yours bolted on the side, dear heart."
She smiled sweetly at him, waiting for him to make up his mind how he wanted to get down to the markets and kick off this charade.
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