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Mondder
Jul 12, 2014 10:56:06 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jul 12, 2014 10:56:06 GMT -8
Aya smiles, now this was something more her style.
-Aya Well let's see. There is a rifle prototype that could use a bit of field testing. The company has their own field testers, but one more wouldn't hurt. We could stop by the testing facility & pick one up. Only drawback is that you would have to use it & send in periodic reports. Other than that, there are always the little odd jobs for the various companies in the Collective that always tend to have a backlog.
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Mondder
Jul 11, 2014 7:47:34 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jul 11, 2014 7:47:34 GMT -8
Aya could almost laugh with how loaded that particular question was. After all, she doubted many would accept her if her true nature ever became common knowledge.
-Aya That is a very personal question. I know enough.
Which was entirely true. She knew exactly how she came to be. Even more so than Z'har himself did.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jul 5, 2014 9:25:48 GMT -8
Aya poked out her tongue at her brother in a distinctly childish manner. It was an action that would convince anyone that spent any time dealing with the technological savant that this was truly Aya.
-Aya Officially? She is a high ranking member of the Jedi & was opposed to Aliit Or'dinii, also with all the other clans, during the last crusade. Beyond that I have various minor interacts, mostly against the clan & the Empire, going back seventy years or more.
Unofficially? She has an on-again-off-again history of working with Or'dinii from the sidelines. There is more there, but I don't suggest you try to dig too deeply there. You might not like what you find. If you really want to know more, Buir will have to tell you when he gets back from the vacation he is taking.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jun 30, 2014 15:13:13 GMT -8
Aya silently debated how much of what she knew to tell the Gungan. Aya eventually decide to start with basic, publicly available fact & see how much he wanted. Aya took out a small datapad & fiddled with it for a moment. Anyone looking at the screen would see nothing expect incredibly dense & complex looking glyphs of some kind. In truth the datapad was for show, thought it was displaying the data in a info dense language Aya had created herself that could be used on everything from paper to stone.
-Aya Well, she is a she. As far as public records go she is either Human or Near-Human. She also happens to be on the current Jedi High Council. Is that what you wanted to know?
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Mondder
Jun 25, 2014 8:43:58 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jun 25, 2014 8:43:58 GMT -8
Roughly ten minutes before the set time, a somewhat regal woman of about twenty stepped into the pub. She was wearing a rather simple white dress that would blend in rather easily in most of the civilized sectors of the galaxy. Her jet black hair was pulled up into a simple bun. Her most striking feature however were the pair of large curving horns that sprouted from just above her eyes.
Spotting NCO eating, she heads over to him & sits down across from him. This was the first time that NCO had seen her ZRD body. That meant as far as he was concerned NCO has never met her in person before.
-Aya Hello brother. You needed something?
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Mondder
Jun 11, 2014 12:41:48 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jun 11, 2014 12:41:48 GMT -8
Aya thought for a moment. She hadn't yet had a truly good chance to test out her 'physical'. Despite the time she had had it, most of her long term contacts would be spooked by the sudden shift to face-to-face. She decides it would not be too big of a risk unless he was pulling a turncoat ambush. The pause was less than half a second.
-Aya Co-ordinates & time are uploading to your bucket.
Once she had finished the upload, the line automatically disconnected.
A place was a small pub in a twisty alley on the other side of the city. The time was roughly thirty hours away. Though it would be nearly impossible to prove, the pub was owned by one of the many companies that secretly belonged to the Admiral. Additionally, the location itself would make it incredibly difficult for someone to eavesdrop on the meeting without being rather obvious. The only reason the time wasn't sooner was that Aya had to get herself to the location as well.
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Mondder
Jun 3, 2014 14:45:20 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jun 3, 2014 14:45:20 GMT -8
A few moments later, the channel locked, indicating that the call had been picked up, though no image appeared above the holopad.
-Aya Well, it has been a while since I laid eyes on you. Have you been doing well?
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 25, 2014 7:39:46 GMT -8
As Ice, Jena, and Lyssa made their way through the crowd toward the bar, Ice heard a voice she hadn't heard in a few years. One she'd never thought she'd hear again. Just as she turned around strong arms swept her up in a big bear hug. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she laughed. "Reyn! By the Gods, I never thought I'd ever see you again! You look amazingly well for an old dead guy. You should come have a drink with us." She grinned with a teasing sparkle in her eyes. Reyn had been one of the few Mando's she knew and respected - and by some twist of fate and a long drawn out story that we won't get into right now, he was hers and Jena's ancestor. When he set her down on the floor again she gave him a kiss on the cheek and pulled him toward the bar. She was about to order a drink when another woman, a Zabrak (Aya), introduced herself. Arching an eyebrow at the woman, Ice was confused at first by the womans notion that she knew her father. Looking a little perplexed, Ice drank down the shot of whiskey the bartender placed in front of her. Eying the woman, Ice realized who the womans father might be."Your father? That wouldn't by any chance be The Admiral, would it?" She asked, with interest, as she took three of more shots from the bartender and handed them to Jena, Lyssa, and Reyn....... The zabrak let out a quiet laugh that was in great contrast with the one issued from the stage a few moments ago.-Aya That would in fact be correct. draining her own glass of strange fluid, she turns to the only male in the group.Greetings again Reyn, it has been a while.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 22, 2014 13:07:20 GMT -8
Appearing from a puff of rather evil looking yellow smoke, Aya steps out onto the stage as the faint but distinctive scent passes through the room. Her two facial horns glittered with a dark red liquid that was quickly hardening into clusters of yellow crystals.-Aya Greetings mortals, I bring from the depths of the underworld a trophy for the worst of the worst. Gunrunners, Free Traders, Gangsters, Crime Lords, Pirates, Thieves, Smugglers, Drug Cutters. The names they operate under are as legion as the crimes they commit.Behind her a number of smokey figures appear, faint & faded but still recognizable. As Aya talks she moves from one figure to the next.-Aya Adrien Draykon, smuggler captain & the leader of a whole crew of sinners.
Arcanus Sunstrider, A heartless assassin known as Alpharius to some.
Arkan Bloodrage, pirate scum with an unhealthy taste for ramming his fleet down his prey's throat.
Cromna Fenn, a senator also know as Crom'nen, who like many of his colleges belongs to us.
Exchequer Australis, The source of more criminal groups than any other & hopelessly mired in our ways.
Jace Stealer, a member of the Unfair Advantage.
Karana Malora, another member of the Unfair Advantage. At this point her hand was wreathed in a swirl of flame. After a moment the fire vanished leaving only a charred slip of paper behind. The short Zabrak looks at it & lets out a rather unnerving laugh.-Aya And the soul we claim this year is Crom'nen, come forth & claim your just reward!At this point, six of the smoky figures seem to quiver in pain before dissolving. The image of the last figure sharped more & more until it burst into fire leaving the Twi'lek in its place.After setting the award in the hands of the Twi'lek, she turns into a pillar of salt before rapidly crumbling away into nothing. The burnt slip of paper floats to the ground, the words "Crom'nen" & "The Password is Admiral" charred into its surface.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 22, 2014 10:54:33 GMT -8
Somewhere in a corner of the main hall three figures suddenly appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Ice Matango, Jena Shaewe, and Lyssa Ramaela. Missing from the party was Alisha Mercotti. The other three would just chalked it up to her and Ares still being in the infamous hot tub. There was just something about water that those two couldn't resist when they were around it.
Looking around, Ice saw some familiar faces, gave a little wave to some of them, and saw that most of the people were dressed in formal clothing. Raising an eyebrow she realized that they must have been sucked into the alternate (not so IC, or OOC for that matter) timeline know as "The Sithies Awards". Glancing down at her own clothing then back at Jena and Lyssa, she noted that they were all dressed to the nines for the yearly event. She wasn't exactly sure if she liked what her writer had her dressed in, she wasn't much of a fan of formal gowns anyway, but the little black number did look surprisingly good on her. Pushing the ever present round rimmed sunglasses up on her nose, and shrugging her shoulders to no one in particular, she briefly eyed her two companions before moving toward the bar."Since we're here we might as well drink." -Aya Indeed you should.This was said by a slightly below average height zabrak as she held out a trio of short glasses held expertly in a single hand. A fourth was held in her other hand & was already nearly halfway empty. All four glasses held a golden coloured fluid that seemed to swirl under its own volition.-Aya I am Aya D'Ordinii. If I am not mistaken, you know my father.This last statement was coupled with a nod toward Ice.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 20, 2014 16:57:09 GMT -8
Following a half a step behind her father, Aya was watching much of the room. This was one of the first public events she had physically attended, & so far it was far different from viewing the proceedings from security holos. Like her father, she also wore a small piece of armour. Her armour was a intricately decorated set of beskar finger guards & small fist plate on her left hand.
-Aya I will probably go & mingle some. I will however meet back up with you either just before or just after the award I am presenting. By the way, Good luck on your own award, Father ... Jade.
With a slight 'I-know-something-you-don't-know' smirk, the young woman turned & headed off to meet new people in the growing crowd.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 18, 2014 12:10:14 GMT -8
The next to step out of the shuttle was another of the Admiral's notoriously reclusive family. Standing at only a little under a metre & a half, Aya was not the shortest of the three figures, but she was still a far cry from the towering frame of her father. Her only visible horns were centered one above each eye, giving her a very slight satanic look. The ruffled & pleated black dress that she wore did nothing to detract from that image. The dress left much of her shoulders bare, only a pair of lacy straps that were more decorative than functional. The front of the dress only fell to her mid thigh, however the back of the dress fell nearly to her ankles. The entire hem of the dress was interwoven with live flowers of some white variety.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Oct 15, 2013 8:19:42 GMT -8
Within four minutes of setting down, the four officers re-boarded the unmarked stealth shuttle. As the ship lifted from the deck, it once again flickered from view. Someone had spent a great number of credits on that stealth system.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Oct 15, 2013 8:16:40 GMT -8
Four completely nondescript officers stepped in the room, followed by a hover-cart loaded with five coffin like crates. The uniforms they worn were completely without insignia & could have come from any one of thousands of militaries active across the galaxy. Glancing at a datapad, one of the officers spoke to Exchequer. His accent was muted to the point that it couldn't be placed any closer than somewhere in the core.
-Officer These are the items you requested. Delivery has been confirmed. Have a nice day.
Without bothering to wait for a reply, the officers turned & walked right back out of the room, leaving the hover-cart behind them. Any investigation into the cart would find only that it had been constructed out of off the shelf parts that could have been purchased anywhere.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Oct 15, 2013 8:01:56 GMT -8
In the hanger control room a small message appeared, stating that a ship was incoming. A few moments later a small shuttle flickered into view as it settled down on the deck. It wasn't long before the landing ramp descended & a hover cart loaded with five coffin like crates was maneuvered into the hanger. Flanking the cart were four completely unremarkable humans in uniforms that would blend right in with nearly every major military in the galaxy. Soon the cart had left the hanger & was heading for its destination.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Oct 10, 2013 16:28:43 GMT -8
There is a mildly impressive compound located a ways for any major population centers. Here lives a reclusive droid collector that feels more comfortable around the mechanical than the living. Tonight is the night he will die. The power flickers out in the compound as a stealthed shuttle appears touching down on the front lawn. A moment later the lights cut back on for a moment as the back-up generators start, though they just as quickly flicker out again, this time remaining dark.
A quartet of figures in glossy black armour stride from the shuttle & across the now defenseless yard. As one, the four rifles they bear fire into the fortified front door, blowing it inward in a spray of molten shards. Moments later a butler lay dead on the floor after having come out to investigate the sound. The four figures split up leaving a metal pod humming in the front hall. Each quickly scanned through room after room, killing any they saw. Soon they found their target, which was taken back to the shuttle. As soon as the troops & cargo had boarded the shuttle, it lifted from the ground, once more vanishing from view. The entire operation from the moment the power first cut off to the moment the shuttle vanished was less than three minutes.
Two minutes after the shuttle departed, the entire compound vanished in a flash of light as the Ice Bomb detonated. Thirty-two hours later a radical anti-droid group would claim responsibility. MMC records would show the sale of a single Ice Bomb to a previously unannounced member of the group several months ago.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Oct 10, 2013 16:00:54 GMT -8
It wouldn't be difficult to get that few of the droids. If he wanted them armed though, he would have hand them a blaster or get a droidsmith to modify them. The order had already been sent & a suitable target had already been located before he finished speaking. Within two hours, a fireteam of Operatives would be paying a visit to an unsuspecting droid collector. Nothing would be left behind.
-Aya Done, they should be he within a day or two. You will have to make any modifications you want yourself.
Aya didn't really care if he had droids that could look like nearly anything, the security suite installed on all MMC stations would still see right through the holograms. She loved always being 2 meters ahead of her allies & 2 meters above her foes.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Oct 3, 2013 8:10:03 GMT -8
The woman shrugs, as if the topic was boring but necessary.
-Aya There are currently no plans in the works for retaking the region. It is currently extremely hostile to all outsiders & attempting to retake it would unnecessarily strain the resources of even the admiral. Perhaps once our hold on the Corporate Sector is solidified, we will move to retake it. Until then, there are several arenas of some prominence located there.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Oct 1, 2013 7:52:30 GMT -8
The regal looking woman nods.
-Aya Yes, Geonosis was lost for several reasons. Central MMC operations are being relocated to the corporate sector & the surround regions of space. We do not expect any major opposition due to previous actions taken there, but control is still being established.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jul 24, 2013 11:48:07 GMT -8
The somewhat regal looking woman gave him a look that made it quite clear that he should stop using his own supply.
-Aya We are already aware of that. But they have yet to move against us so there is no point yet in acting. Additionally, We have yet to establish a deal with yourself in this matter, so unless you decide to act in that regard, we will have little reason to act against the new government.
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