Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Jan 2, 2021 23:29:13 GMT -8
Vasari had been focused on cracking into the prisons systems undetected for the last twenty minutes and there didn't seem to be a way in, the main problem was that the entire system seemed to be closed. After that she tried to remote access the main central computer, and when that failed she tried to force breech the subsystems. She wasn't a slicer but she had picked up tricks now and then and she had done a lot of research when building the Sphere she was currently in, and designing its systems - but the skills needed to hack this system were beyond her."Where are you Xakire..."She felt him on board but she couldn't narrow down where they were holding him. either she wasn't as put together as she thought or something on that station was shielding her from locating her friend. She felt the consciousness within the sphere just waiting to argue with her again, but before it could she felt a presence she had not felt since...Xakire!The moment she said his name the connection was forged and she could feel him, the state he was in, the drugs they had him on, his exact location within the facility, everything down to the longing he felt for hearing the sound of her voice within his mind again. She gasped and tears flooded her eyes for a moment but she squinted them away and opened the view screen. Knowing where he was didn't get her access to the Prisons systems but it did allow her to begin plotting his route of escape. Bringing up the hologram of the prison with a marker on Xakire's position she focused and reached back out along the link.I have you Xakire... im going to get you out of there. Can you move? Are you... alright?" He was relieved when Vasari responded. He could feel her presence and connection with him, it was a strange feeling but he was glad she was here. She hadn't abandoned him, unlike everyone else. "Vasari! I'm...well I'm still breathing..."
It would be wrong to say he was alright, he was far from alright both physically and mentally, but he was alive which is what mattered the most. Months of torture and imprisonment had weakened him, as had whatever drugs were still in his system.
"I can move. They released me. Challenged me to escape, said the station's automated defences and droids will attack. Once I leave this room they'll be after me." He wasn't sure how he was feeling. Now that he was so close to escaping, he was suddenly more anxious at the prospect now that he felt like he had more to lose. Before he had felt alone and adrift, like even if he survived this he would have nowhere to go. But now that had changed. "I don't know how to escape...and I don't have my weapons, brute force won't get me out alive...I need help..."
His fate was in her hands. Maybe if he had his full strength and his weapons he could have made it out on his own, but in his current state, he was going to need her.
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Post by Xakire on Nov 29, 2020 22:00:37 GMT -8
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Post by Xakire on Nov 25, 2020 4:29:26 GMT -8
*Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space*
Xakire listened as The Illusionist tried to convince him he was any different to the other actors of the galaxy. He claimed he wasn't after power, just reshaping the galaxy. He was an ideologue, he might not think he craved power but all ideologues do no matter what they try to tell themselves. The conversation then took an unexpected turn. It was made clear that whatever this was, was now at an end. "I don't think you were ever truly trying to convince me to join you. If you were you wouldn't have treated me this way," he said. It was then revealed the station was evacuated and it's security ready to kill him. Curiously, The Illusionist's words made it seem as though he believed Xakire would survive. "Oh I'm sure we will meet again, indeed," he stated as his final words before his captors disappeared.
Once they had left, his restraints were removed and he could stand again. He rubbed his wrists as he surveyed the room, looking for alternate exits or anything that could be useful. Escaping would no doubt be quite the challenge. He had his force abilities, but he had no idea what had been done with his lightsabers. He would have to find his way out without them. But, as he stood there, trying to formulate a plan he thought he felt a presence. One had had not felt in some time. Vasari? Had she come? After all this time she hadn't given up on him? He was never as good at the mysticism, sorcery, and mindgames as she was, but he tried to reach out to her. He sat down on the cold floor and closed his eyes as he tried to reach out with the Force.
Vasari? Are you there? Can you hear me? Can you...help me?
He had no idea if what he was doing would work. He had never communicated like this before. He wasn't even sure how he was doing it, but he could feel a connection to her in the Force. She was likely his only hope at surviving.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Jul 18, 2020 23:34:39 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Smirking, and taking a sip from the glass in his left hand he turned and seated himself in his chair, appearing on holo as he moved towards it and sat down.While my agents and operatives do undergo rigorous training simulations, I wouldn't entirely say that a misstep on your part wasn't as least a part of the equation that resulted in your capture. Force Users alone, are significantly harder to capture than normal individuals. And while I will admit we are quite good at covering our tracks, the manpower of both the Blackguard and the First Order currently outstrips our own. Had you been deemed a valuable enough of an asset, someone could have tracked you down by now...Trailing off, he procured another cigarette from the arm of his chair and lit it. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled slowly, absently watching the smoke wafting away. And then his eyes flashed back at Xakire.Devotion or belief in a cause, which can qualify as loyalty, is actually a very quantifiable quality. Every single being in this universe has a price on their loyalty. Most just can't recognize it for what it is.And then came the response to the true questions Xakire seemed to want answered.Information is a weapon, greater than any sword, Mr. Callidus. Dealing specifically in information that makes the galaxy turn is our specialty. Being at the forefront is meant as a gesture of hope, symbolizing a better existence. And it usually keeps the populations placated. But the real successes are made or broken behind the scenes. I am not one for glory-seeking, nor do I need the public's approval for what I do. I know what my end goal is and like-minded individuals aren't exactly difficult to locate, as I am sure the same could be said about the First Order or the Blackguard Imperium. Proving you can get results, regardless of the price, tends to attract the right kind of people...Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly once again.The Organization has many goals, and were you a like-minded individual that could see the brilliant prospect of those goals, I would be more inclined to share such details with you. However, you have yet to truly prove where your loyalties lie. And then there is a significantly more pressing matter that would need to be addressed...Rather than proceeding to ask another question just yet, he'd allow Xakire to digest what had just been said first, and allow him to reply to what was said, and possibly even ask more questions. Because at this point, it wasn't about what Xakire said, it was entirely about how he reacted to what was said to him. From there, further estimations could be made and if it proved valuable enough, The Illusionist would make that gamble. But strictly speaking, as a dark sided Force User, it was highly unlikely that Xakire would agree with The Organization's true goals...though, he was certainly giving an enjoyable, intellectually stimulating conversation, rather than thumping his chest about his powers and abilities, and who his allies were. He was obviously well educated and not just another Sith "barbarian" with a messiah complex.... "Perhaps that is the case. The circumstances of whatever led to my capture do not particularly matter to me at the present. Maybe it was my mistakes, if so I will endeavour to avoid repeating them in the future, however for now my focus is on the future, not the past," he said dismissively in response to The Illusionist's first point. "You know, those things aren't good for you. They'll catch up to you one day," he quipped about the man's apparent fondness for cigarettes. "And I presume you like to perceive yourself as rather adept at recognising ones price for their loyalty?" he asked with a raised, doubtful eyebrow. "What would you estimate mine to be?"
Finally, he came to answering the questions he had asked. "You speak with such nebulous rhetoric, my friend. All this talk of a better existence. Paternalistic treatment of the people. Your ever illusive, allegedly brilliant goals," his voice wasn't quite derisive or contemptible but he seemed unimpressed with the sophistry he was facing. "Oh this is not to criticise you. It's an all too familiar line. It's what the Empire preaches. It's what the Jedi preaches. You seem to think you're something special. Some benign and pragmatic force for good in the galaxy. But so does everyone else," he paused for a moment, "No, I surmise the only difference between you and the Empire or the Jedi is your different superficial perspective on what a better existence is. And like them, it also seems to me that these motives are only superficial. What you, and they, really want is power. The ability to shape the galaxy to suit yourselves," Xakire was once a true believer in the ideals of the Empire and the greater good that its rule over the galaxy would forge, however he was growing increasingly cynical. He did want what was best for the people of the galaxy but it did not seem there were any groups with any viable change of implementing lasting change that could possibly achieve that. Power certainly corrupts. "The Blackguard is at least the exception, it's far more honest about its goals. It doesn't bother hiding behind lofty noble ambitions," he quipped. "So tell me, what exactly is it that separates you from the other powerful actors of the galaxy?"
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Post by Xakire on May 24, 2020 0:38:50 GMT -8
Blue Shadow: Resurgence ~Merchant's Square: Project Site: Day 102~The merchant's square had seen better days - several of the smaller shops had been closed and while the word of the threat of Pandemic had been trickling in from the news agencies and the travelers moving to and from the capital nothing major had been done, and thusfar the capital remained untouched by the blight that was tearing up the country side of Bothawui. The Clan Center was still open, and had played a major roll in dispatching the medical team to assess the growing threat, but the rest of the Merchant Square was closed down. Several well renowned business had vacated the square leaving many shops open for surprisingly low rent. One of these had been opened the same day with no fanfare and no reason. The doors had remained closed and the windows had been boarded like the rest of the closed down shops - in fact the only indication that the building was occupied at all was the lights coming from the ally way, the smoke coming from the flue, and the sporadic comings and goings of shady figures in the night via the ally way entrance.
Within the building however was another story. Every inch of it was spotless, brightly lit, and most of it had been converted into a make-shift laboratory. Brightly lit computer terminals, various chemicals in storage along the side walls, and in the center of the room a large display port for a table sized holo projector. A half dozen bothans in plain clothing came and went without a word during odd times, and always in groups of two or three. It would have been difficult to see a pattern in their appearances but they were always around. If not in the building itself, close by. The only inhabitant that never seemed to leave was a Jawa dressed in a pure white robe tied off with a utility belt filled with several different gadgets. The hood was pulled close over his face shadowing his features as Jawa's were like to do, and the only visible feature from his face was brillant glowing blue eyes that shown out from the white hood. He chattered endlessly to himself as he worked reaching up to access the terminals that were clearly not meant for a creature of his size, but he managed.
in the dark hours of the night the holoprojector lit up, and the Jawa stopped what he was doing and walked over towards the projector to thumb on the activation switch which caused the great table to glow with life and the image of a cloaked female appeared upon the table. Her features were covered completely but when she spoke her voice was not distorted at all. There was a bit of a lilt to it, and a soft seduction that was obvious but not laid on thick - it was as if she came by the tone naturally rather than having had to have practiced it."Status report please?"The woman was not rude or commanding simply spoke with a gentle tone that made the soul want to answer, and even to please - whether the tone was enhanced by some technological or magical means was unknown. Regardless the Jawa did not seem to notice and eagerly began chattering away in his own language. The figure listened in silence as the creature seemed to ramble on and on for several long moments before the figure raised a hand - which caused the creature to fall silent with a sharp intake of breath and a slight "heeh"."Another will be in touch shortly, you are to follow his commands as my own... and do give my regards to the good doctor."Without waiting for a reply, the holo projection died away leaving the room a little brighter, oddly enough. If the Jawa was upset or put off by the dismissal he didn't seem to notice simply waddled over to a terminal chair worked to climb up into it - spent a few moments adjusting his pure white robes and then reached up and began working once again. Broadcasting from an undisclosed location, a hologram once again lit up in the Merchant Square building. The figure was sitting, wearing a black cloak and an ornate mask reminiscent of those sometimes worn by the ancient Sith. His voice, either by the mask or the hologram, was heavily distorted, it was harsh and robotic sounding. "Report. How is the project progressing? What is the response to contain it thus far?" He was short and to the point. The man was frustrated, he was not informed of many details as of yet. He was unsure what exactly the plan was, and most frustratingly what the goals of the plan was. From what little he did know, he found it to be at best distasteful. However, he owed the projects mastermind an enormous debt, and his loyalty to them had come to outweigh that of his prior affiliations. For that reason he had agreed to aid in this project, something that years, even months ago, he would have viewed as unconscionable. His prior views on morality had no place in the galaxy, he was beginning to see that now.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on May 16, 2020 21:52:15 GMT -8
Shhh that didn't happen *Wink wink*
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Post by Xakire on May 16, 2020 21:49:58 GMT -8
Aye, aye, ma'am!
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Post by Xakire on May 16, 2020 19:25:02 GMT -8
Indeed
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Post by Xakire on May 16, 2020 17:34:24 GMT -8
I'm just plopping this post in here so I get notified when there are new posts since Vasari has conscripted me for this SL...
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on May 15, 2020 22:54:00 GMT -8
I'm not a monster...just have like some psychosis and suffer from mad cognitive dissonance...
Also, Standash Galactic Alliance-First Order Horseshoe theory confirmed I guess?
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Post by Xakire on May 15, 2020 17:21:41 GMT -8
Aren't you like the worst kind of politician? The whole flip flopping based on whatever gets you into power? No principles? That's kinda monster-like, maybe not as bad as Ifrit but still...
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Post by Xakire on May 14, 2020 23:44:05 GMT -8
Perhaps she tripped on a quick trick brick stair and became concussed? Either way, it appears to be another no for you, my friend.
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Post by Xakire on May 14, 2020 21:03:14 GMT -8
No you don't know its no not know
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Post by Xakire on May 14, 2020 19:33:58 GMT -8
Just no
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Post by Xakire on May 10, 2020 19:39:26 GMT -8
We were talking about you, not to you, Havok
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Post by Xakire on May 9, 2020 19:23:59 GMT -8
I know, its sad
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Post by Xakire on May 9, 2020 2:35:12 GMT -8
I was wondering where Vasari went, I was getting concerned she's pulled a me and disappeared And I am now the one enjoying the win. It is indeed enjoyable.
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Post by Xakire on May 8, 2020 19:52:17 GMT -8
It's been unusually quiet here
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Post by Xakire on May 5, 2020 0:31:31 GMT -8
I have higher ground
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Post by Xakire on May 2, 2020 2:31:00 GMT -8
I did try but I’m still very disappointed in myself. This win may be a consolation though.
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