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Post by Gabriel Angellos on Jan 30, 2014 9:09:03 GMT -8
She looked down at the empty cup of caf in her hand, barely acknowledging the appearance of Gabriel. She held out her cup, her eyes trained on the display."You can get me another cup of caf or you can wait for the enemy to get here like everyone else." The shield was holding firm, the armies were poised to spring at the invaders with single minded focus to repel them back to space with the ferocity of their roar. She wandered to the caf pot and poured herself a fresh cup as she spoke again."Lord Ramiel is charged with defense of the shield generator. You can go assist his efforts." She waved him away as she went back to the holovid and brought up the feed of Lord Avius again.
Once the reply came, Gabriel felt like he had just been slapped in the face. It seemed to him that he had just annoyed his leader and was now about to recieve retribution for his actions. However, as Sinistra spoke again, a slight spark of relief shot through him as he was told where he should go and wait. However, hearing the name of the person he was accompanying was not too reassuring. Before the bells signalling the start of preparation sounded, he had been in the middle of a fight with Ramiel was about to lose it. This battle with the Mandolorians would be a way for him to show Ramiel his true abilities. Hopefully, Ramiel would see him as more of a threat after this.
After Sinistra had waved him away, Gabriel bowed to show his respect and began to walk back towards the palace in order meet up with Ramiel. As he was walking, he thought to himself that it probably would have been best if he hadn't come out of the palace to begin with. He should've just walked straight to the shield generator. However, he couldn't have known what the best place would be for him at the moment. A little while later, Gabriel had finally reached the shield generator of the Estate and walked straight up to Ramiel. The hum of the shield generator was quite noisy he thought but it would have to be with the amount of power running through it in order to maintain the shield around the estate. He stopped a couple feet away from him and looked him straight in the eyes."I have been told that I should come here to assist you, Lord Ramiel." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2014 18:57:34 GMT -8
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Canyons South-East of Kuat City Listen up gents, I've marked three separate phase lines along the two canyon routes to string with explosives and other defensive emplacements just in case we get routed and have to turn tail. Phase Line Switchback will get a IR and smoke-screen, along with a MAT-TE and anti-armor contingent to watch our back as we retreat, if it comes to that. Phase Line Fallback will receive a contingent of anti-armor personnel and a portable missile battery. Phase Line Skyfall will be our end all. We'll string it up with explosives and leave behind a recon element to blow them if need be. I'm uploading these grid-coordinates to our Larty pilots as well, so they can provide air support in the event we have to pull out.Delmani logged the information into a datapacket and uploaded it through GALSAF's secure comm network. The full force would have access to it after on their own helmet systems, quickly bringing the entire fighting force up to speed. Content with the locations he had identified, Delmani continued onward through the bottom of the canyon with the rest of his team. Their speed bring them to the end of the canyon fork just outside the city skirts after only a couple of hours. The going wasn't slow, thankfully, though they were on foot. Lucky for the rest of the force, the bottom of the canyon was more or less even ground, with only the larger boulders left for their ground vehicles to have to maneuver around.
It was then that Delmani heard a distant rumbling sound within his ears. He instantly dropped to a knee, hiding himself beneath the cover of a rock, his rifle tucked against his chest as he attempted to minimize his silhouette. The rest of his team had responded the same way, disappearing amongst the foliage and terrain of the canyon's bottom. Delmani quickly linked up with the two small scout droids he'd released earlier, catching a view of the plains around them outside the canyon walls. Off in the distance a cruiser of some kind had dropped into the atmosphere and made for Kuat City, but not before landing briefly to deploy forces. The droid was too far away to make out the composition of the forces, thought Delmani was able to watch as the cruiser itself lifted away once more and began to approach the East side of the capital.What do you think? Hoover asked Delmani over comms once the distant rumbling had subsided. Delmani crept out from behind his cover, gaining a visual on each of his commandos, including @ableaustralis. No idea, it looked Chiss though. Delmani replied as the team began moving forward once more, with a renewed sense of purpose. They're not on our side, that's for sure, or there would have been some sort of fight going on.Delmani silently agreed with that one, and began considering the possibilities. The cruiser's chosen location of deployment was likely due to the size of the vessel itself, requiring greater distance from the city skirts. Deployment within the city would have been more practical considering there were no concurrent hostilities on the planet's surface, though only if the cruiser had proper transportation for its occupants, which it apparently did not.They'll be setting up a perimeter. Delmani realized suddenly, broadcasting his thoughts over the comm channel. He heard Gaunt swear under his breath in Mando'a. Delmani quickly replied. No worries, that just means the fighting will start sooner than we'd like. Soviet, what do you think the chances of them spotting us are going to be? Soviet's response wasn't very reassuring. Can't really say until we can see how they've dispersed their forces, and what they comprise of. But the city outskirts look promising. There's a large residential sector between where the canyon ends and the rest of the capital. We could easily slip through there in the dense urban terrain and set up recce points in the various sky scrapers once we've penetrated their perimeter.For the moment, Delmani was satisfied with Soviet's assessment. Hiding out within the city had been their best chance to begin with, so the plan wasn't changing much. All they really faced was more numbers. Delmani could deal with numbers. All they would have to do was start subtracting...
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Jan 31, 2014 12:04:22 GMT -8
As he stood, centering himself as best he could, he could feel that things were beginning to heat up. He felt spikes and prickles in the distance out in the terrain, like a struggle or battle, and then a larger pressing mass, surely the Mandalorians were drawing close. As he opened his eyes, he began to hear a rumble over the incessant hum of the shield generator, which in itself seemed to be a feat. Pulling out a datapad as he strode over to a defensive position occupied by a couple of troops, he began to flip through the reports and feeds which were being fed by the central command post.
Stopping on a feed, which looked to be from the view of an observation post most of the way up the field and near the FEBA (Forward Edge of Battle Area), likely an air sentry position bu the orientation of the perspective, he watched as first one, and then several ships drudged into the atmosphere. Looking out above the pad, he could see them, though they were much smaller to him due to the distance. He heard the thunderous clap as they fully entered and watched them approach on the pad with studious intent, trying to pick up any indicators of intent or the course of action they would take.
As he sat, Ram felt another presence getting stronger ans rose as Gabriel came into view. Smirking at the short time ago when they were locked in a duel, forcefully ripped away due to the impending battle, he studied him as he strode straight up to him and stated point blank why he was there.
"Indeed, since it would seem that things will be getting interesting." Diux nodded out towards the distant sky where the ships, which had grown a slight bit in size, sat. Having a thought as he felt a new shift somewhat closer to them, he began to tap at the pad, almost as if ignoring Gabriel for a moment before returning to him."However it would seem that Lord Sinistra has left the command tent. Quite intriguing. Nevertheless, you can take up a position over at the 9 O'Clock, while I stay here at the 3. Reassure the troops with you and keep a sharp eye, we wouldn't to have you caught off guard twice today."
Smirking again, Ram turned back to a combination of tapping at the pad, conversing with the nearby fireteam of troops he was near on the current situation with their battalion and watching out at the many ships buzzing out in the distance. He had several ideas as to what Sin might be doing on her walkabout, with one most likely, and one most dangerous taking up the largest spaces in his mind, fighting for dominance. He knew which would win.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 1, 2014 8:30:26 GMT -8
A kilometer from the coordinates, Sinistra ditched her speeder and left her comlink in it. She knew where she was headed in the densely wooded area, the forest rolling upwards with the rising terrain of the mountains. The underbrush was thick but there were trails pushed through the heavy thickets either by her training soldiers or by the local fauna nibbling the tender shoots that pushed for light under the lush canopy. The skies above threatened rain but it did not come. She could hear the faint whine of jet engines but the sound was muffled by nature.
She was first in the clearing, her other senses confirming her sight. She was alone for the moment. Taung wanted to talk. She wondered if it was truly talk he wanted or a quiet, clean assassination away from the protection of her fortress. Her cloak hung around her now and she drew it closed, concealing the weapons he must know she would be carrying. The steel of the pistol from Dresden pressed into her back, soliciting a little smile. She gripped it in her right hand and drew it from its place, tucked into the wide padded belt at her waist. She let her sleeves cover her hands before she reached into the left sleeve with her right hand, her left hand casually gripping her right wrist. The ample bell sleeves covered her weapon and she stood in the clearing, waiting.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Feb 1, 2014 18:03:35 GMT -8
The three Mandokar class ships, finished unloading, and started moving off, remaining low and circling towards the south, keeping the planet between themselves and the still very lethal w-165 turbolasers that were still on line. The ships slowly gained altitude as they gained speed, quickly moving closer to the protective area that the Orar had been holding position in orbit. Alert and trying to cover the troops just deposited against any immediate counter attack for as long as possible.
The troops on the ground held their position for the moment, waiting, the aircraft circling low as they waited for enemy movement. Generals Heckler and Koch waited to see if there would be an immediate attack from Dark Tides numerically superior numbers.
Taung's sensors told him that there was one person at the meeting point. That of course didnt mean there werent hidden enemies with jamming or cloaking devices, it didnt matter. Taung slipped into the clearing, standing on the other side, about 10 meters from Sinistra. The Dark Lord cut a magnificent figure of power standing there in her dark robes, even more striking considering the greenery that surrounded her, the occasional flash from orbital weapons fire and shield interactions deepening the shadows to utter blackness before lightening again, giving the impression of movement or intent without so much as a leaf shifting place.
One last breath and winked at the icon in his HUD to drop the cloak. It was as the appearance of a ghost, not so much a shimmering as in between eyeblinks there was something there where there had not been before. He had no illusions about surprising Sinistra, nor even ruffling her feathers much as he had no doubt she knew exactly where he was standing, the impressions of his boot prints in the grass and soft earth were probably quite clear. His gray on gray camouflage and matching heavy belt spat motionless, his rifle at his side.
::Lord Sinistra. Thank you for coming.::
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 1, 2014 20:44:38 GMT -8
That impudent wretch. The porcelain features of her face never twitched as she called the Force to her, and focused its path on the bulky and armored figure of the Mandalorian in front of her. It rushed through her, following her will to sweep him off the ground, slamming him into a thick trunked tree just behind him. The weight of the invisible power held him pinned against the girth, a few feet off the ground. The grass rustled softly as she walked forward a few steps through the thick stalks, her narrowed gaze never leaving Taung.
"You are responsible for the deaths of millions and the destruction of 2 planets as you cut a bloody swath across the galaxy, not to mention the deaths of my crews who laid their lives down to stop your march towards the surface of this one. You have single handedly killed more innocents than I have in half a lifetime devoted to the glory of the darkside. Give me one good reason I should not serve your head up on a platter to the rest of the galaxy."
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Post by Taung H'rel on Feb 3, 2014 20:33:00 GMT -8
Taung was slammed into the large tree without even a visible effort from Sinistra, if it werent for the inertial compensators built into his armor he would have been seeing stars when his head came crashing to a stop against the trunk of the tree. He was hoping that she wouldnt meet him with this much hostility, but then again he knew it was one of the possible futures. The path diverged. One ended, and the other continued. That was it.
::I would say that you could serve my head up on a platter, and make excellent use of it still attached where it is, or you could simply serve up my head as is. I wouldnt have come here if I wasnt resigned to the possibility, and it will be your choice. After ushering so many to their deaths, how can I fear the journey we all must take? The war is over Lord Sinistra. The Mandalorian fleets are destroyed. The Jedi have gone back to cowering in their towers. And Ashrah Intalbo, the heart of Force hating Mandos, is for all intents and purposes...trapped on Kuat. The war is over. You have lost crewers on your ships, I would hope you took notice that any ship that ceased offensive operations was left alone and escape pods left unhindered. I only came to defeat the machines of war, not the beings within.::
He closed his eyes letting his head sink and the faces of his crews fall across his vision.
::My crews...are not going to be as fortunate. My ships are built so heavily, that escape is difficult at best when a ship sustains crippling damage. But without my ships, the Mandalorian fleets lack a sword to strike with, just as without Ashrah, they will not have a heart to continue the fight. Your ships...was the only assurance I could get that would stop the potential destruction of my people. My other choice was to step in behind Ashrah and prosecute the war to the maximum of my potential...how many would die then? Billions? Trillions? All because of one mans unidirectional hatred for hatred's sake. I couldnt live with that.::
He shifted his head to look at directly at her.
::Is that a good enough reason to keep my head where it is for a few more moments? Or is it coming off?::
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 21:45:14 GMT -8
Delmani and his Black Operations recon group were moving through the canyons, when they were forced to take cover as the series of cluster missiles impacted the canyons, causing sheets of rock to rain down from above. Luckily they had been advancing along a canyon that had been at the edge of the missile cluster target area, allowing them to avoid casualties, but a couple commando's still recieved some injuries from the falling rock.
Moments later they heard the sound of the Chiss Assault Cruiser being hit by the ordinance fired by the Mandalorian ships that were heading to drop troops off to the west of the city. As they turned their attention back to the canyon entrance, the Chiss Forces were right there waiting to shoot what ever GALSAF forces would try take this route.
Ander was soon on the radio, ordering a full retreat of all GALSAF forces. The missiles had caved in several of the other canyon routes leading towards the city, and the Basterd's Hand was currently out-numbered and out-gunned by the Dark Tide battle group that was attacking it. Delmani nodded in agreement with his orders before the recon force begun a quick march back through the canyon's towards the rest of the GALSAF ground forces.
The LAAT Gunships were soon quickly reloading the forces they had dropped off and started turning around and heading back towards orbit, hoping to make a quick return to the Basterd's Hand before it's imminent defeat and manage to make an escape
Colonel Kratos had been studying a battlefield holo display that was being fed with both ground, air and orbital sensor information. He had been tracking the GALSAF movements through the canyons, and had been about ready to obliterate their advance forces, when suddenly the army had turned tail and begun a full retreat.
He slammed his fist on the display, causing it to flicker a moment, as he vented some of his rage at having been denied his chance to avenge his fallen comrades, both those that had been on the Leo's and those who had been felled on the ground. One of the commando's made sure to make note of the operating frequencies that had been used by the GALSAF forces.
The 1st Battalion then moved across the plains and around towards the east of the city. They would regroup with the fallen Assault Cruiser and collect survivors from the escape pods that had jettisoned moments before the Cruiser was felled by the Mandalorians. After that, all they could do was wait for Rebecca to arrive and evac them
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Post by Gabriel Angellos on Feb 4, 2014 19:41:49 GMT -8
As he stood, centering himself as best he could, he could feel that things were beginning to heat up. He felt spikes and prickles in the distance out in the terrain, like a struggle or battle, and then a larger pressing mass, surely the Mandalorians were drawing close. As he opened his eyes, he began to hear a rumble over the incessant hum of the shield generator, which in itself seemed to be a feat. Pulling out a datapad as he strode over to a defensive position occupied by a couple of troops, he began to flip through the reports and feeds which were being fed by the central command post.
Stopping on a feed, which looked to be from the view of an observation post most of the way up the field and near the FEBA (Forward Edge of Battle Area), likely an air sentry position bu the orientation of the perspective, he watched as first one, and then several ships drudged into the atmosphere. Looking out above the pad, he could see them, though they were much smaller to him due to the distance. He heard the thunderous clap as they fully entered and watched them approach on the pad with studious intent, trying to pick up any indicators of intent or the course of action they would take.
As he sat, Ram felt another presence getting stronger and rose as Gabriel came into view. Smirking at the short time ago when they were locked in a duel, forcefully ripped away due to the impending battle, he studied him as he strode straight up to him and stated point blank why he was there."Indeed, since it would seem that things will be getting interesting." Diux nodded out towards the distant sky where the ships, which had grown a slight bit in size, sat. Having a thought as he felt a new shift somewhat closer to them, he began to tap at the pad, almost as if ignoring Gabriel for a moment before returning to him."However it would seem that Lord Sinistra has left the command tent. Quite intriguing. Nevertheless, you can take up a position over at the 9 O'Clock, while I stay here at the 3. Reassure the troops with you and keep a sharp eye, we wouldn't to have you caught off guard twice today."Smirking again, Ram turned back to a combination of tapping at the pad, conversing with the nearby fireteam of troops he was near on the current situation with their battalion and watching out at the many ships buzzing out in the distance. He had several ideas as to what Sin might be doing on her walkabout, with one most likely, and one most dangerous taking up the largest spaces in his mind, fighting for dominance. He knew which would win. "I don't think I am too good at increasing troop morale, but I will give it a shot." With that, Gabriel turned himself towards the opposite side of the Generator and began the short walk over. As he was walking over, Gabriel continued to communicate with the force, feeling it flow through his body and adding its power to his entire body. It was an always welcome feeling and one Gabriel had relied on for his entire life. Whenever he began to communicate with it, the communication felt like renewal of a family bond, even though the Force was the only family Gabriel had been acquainted with for most of his life.
As he arrived on the other side of the generator, he noticed that the troops had already set up most of their own fortifications and were readying them for the coming conflict. They had done a pretty good job and it looked like they could hold this position for a while, if the forces of the Mandalorians were not to large in number. However, as he approached the center of the fortifications, Gabriel noticed a few of the troops slacking off and playing a game of holochess. Gabriel walked over to the men seated at the table and stared down at the board. As he approached, the men didn't seem to notice or care about the his arrival. This slightly angered Gabriel. In a slight show of power, Gabriel kicked the table over. As soon as it hit the ground, the men playing the game, stood up and stared straight at Gabriel.Troop 1: "What the hell? We were in the middle of a game." Gabriel grabbed the collar of the man that had spoken and lifted him up so that his feet were a few inches off of the ground. He contemplated how easy it would be to kill this man in his hands and how many ways he could do it. However, it dawned on him that he would probably need every troop at his disposal soon. He threw the man forwards, causing the man to fall on his arse in shock. Gabriel then coughed to relax his voice and spoke loudly enough for everyone in the near vicinity to hear him.“Troops of the Dark Tide. We face a threat to our way of life in this very hour. The Mandalorians have come to our planet for reasons I do not know and have already started to attack our other troops in orbit. However, we will not just sit here and twiddle our thumbs waiting for them to kill us. We will stand ready for the battle and fight till the last of us.” Gabriel then looked at the two men standing by him and the other man who was still sitting on the ground."If I catch you playing anymore games, the Mandalorians and your table are not going to be the only things I break." With that, the three men quickly got back to their posts and prepared themselves. Gabriel turned his attention back towards where the Mandalorians would be coming from and prepared himself for the coming fight. Oooo, how he wished it would get here soon. |
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 5, 2014 17:59:22 GMT -8
As quickly as the unseen hand had pinned him against the tree trunk, it disappeared leaving Taung to fall to the ground below. She felt like pacing, letting her mind draw the possibilities out like succulent globs of candy to be savored once the finished product was achieved. He had worded his response quizzically, tempting her to figure out the motive behind such logic. He was a brilliant strategist, this much was certain. He had requested the meeting. He would not have requested this meeting nor walked into this grove without a plan; a goal with which he wished to achieve. She narrowed her eyes at his assertion that the war was over, as if just by the statement alone, such a thing would be true. Were it not for the scores of ships fighting in orbit over the serene forest, she could have dismissed that hostilities had even touched the face of Kuat. However, she had seen the smoke billowing from crash sites around the surface and she had the list of casualties.
"What did you have in mind? I can give you to the galaxy and be the savior of the people. How would you propose I use your head where it sits? What use would a Mandalorian criminal be to me?"
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Post by Walter Avius on Feb 6, 2014 17:15:42 GMT -8
He was pushing himself to his feet when his chest plate slammed into his chest. He coughed as he stumbled back and nearly fell onto his ass. He dug the handle of his chain into the ground, digging a furrow in the rock, stopping himself from falling over. It had been a loooong time since he felt the pain of the force, and even then, it was his armour that betrayed him. "Ow" He muttered to the air around him. His genetically engineered body, created by the man standing across from him, could withstand a substantial amount of punishment, but not infinitely. It would eventually kill him. He snarled, his right hand snapping up and unlatching his armour, the plates falling to the ground with a clatter. He was wearing his specialty armour, designed for space and heavy fighting, yet light, like beskar should be. With the chest plates now laying on the wet ground, he felt lighter, faster, and less vulnerable than he had. He realised he had become dependent on the beskar'gam.....his Iron Skin. Now he would fight without. He started to move forward once more, the clasp popping having taken mere seconds, his under shirt plastered to his body. He rolled his shoulders and neck as he moved. It was time to show his 'Father' exactly what he had created.
Blood for blood and by the gallon. Those were the words that echoed against the back of Walter’s skull, silently chattering as if menially possessed by a phantom afflicted with constant bouts of whispering. He couldn’t help but feel the warmth roll over him, caressing his shoulders and back as he rolled away the aches born from a life without momentum. His knuckles, his knees, his bones all cracked with anticipation as he gripped the sabers in hand and brought purpose into his posture. His energy boiled over as he withdrew the force back into him, a running river swallowed back into the lake of his core, and moved forward in a steady pace. He would close the distance, he quickly decided, as inertia became one of his most admirable allies. One that could betray if so came the day that his mass was used against him. Perhaps that day was today, perhaps it wasn’t, perhaps Ashrah would find the grace to enter this battle in his own right, or perhaps he would be thrown from the fingers like the petulant child Walter knew him to be. Many things would find their grave today and alongside them, all the "if's" and maybe's associated with this father-son duo. |
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Post by Taung H'rel on Feb 7, 2014 21:07:45 GMT -8
Taung fell to the ground, going down awkwardly down to his left hand as the tree prevented a more dignified landing, before straightening up again, letting go of his rifle and resting his right forearm on the butt of it as it was held in place by its sling. She hadnt killed him outright, there was still a glimmer of hope.
::You know what I have done to Dark Tide fleets on a number of our meetings, and you have no doubt, or your commanders have, looked into previous engagements that I have commanded, my opponents have always come off the worse for ware. Now however having demonstrated the true horrors of what warfare on a galactic scale can entail, each faction will think several times over about peace instead of open war. I have deliberately announced who was responsible for those acts to focus attention on a single evil if you will. That when that evil is gone beings will rest their heads at night in peace knowing that they will in fact wake up and their planet will be there. I have become the figurehead for the war. If I am gone the fighting and fear that I am out there will cease. To do this and not have to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life, would be for me to disappear into another faction, one that would have great cause to want my head. In short Lord Sinistra, I am offering to bend my knee to, and offer Dark Tide my unique skill set. The war ends cleanly, I get to live, and more of your people in the future will live to come home in the event of future conflicts, and your power expands. You can present my armor with security codes intact to the galaxy with scorched dna from hair and blood inside as proof of my death at your hands. You get to be the savior of the galaxy as well, and still use my mind as it remains attached to my body.::
He shifted his head slightly to the side and down as if studying her as she paced back and forth, waiting for her to mull over his thoughts.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 8, 2014 16:40:00 GMT -8
Sinistra scoffed. She chortled. She snickered. Silence drew out between them in an awkward pause while she stared incredulous to his words. He wanted to bend knee to her, pledge fealty to the Dark Tide in exchange for his life? A life in service to the very people he was guilty of killing in a war that stretched from the outer reaches of the galaxy to the very core. Transfixed, her eyes bored into him and with a slight jiggle to her head, her mouth tugged at the corner to a smile and the Sith Lord laughed. The sound of it in the clearing seemed so vastly out of place with the timbre of her voice prior to this outburst. She was still chuckling when she began to speak, once more, her words punctuated by the last fits with a giggle sprinkled in.
"Let me get this straight. You wanted this alliance to help preserve the heritage of your people. You wanted this to make sure that the true ideals of the Mandalorians that you hold so dear are intact for future generations and now you want to leave all that behind and join me."
Her laughter was renewed and she turned from him, looking to the trees around her for some sign that they too found this about face as unbelievable as she did. The chorus of deciduous onlookers murmured not a sound, not even wind passing through their branches to breath a sigh of comradery with her. She wiped tears from her eyes, the mirth in his suggestion causing her to squeeze out one of the most genuine reactions she had experienced in a long time.
"And for this, you would end hostilities now. Not another shot, not another death, just surrender. How do you propose I fake your death? Unless you have a fresh carcass for me to haul back to the Estate to display for the masses calling for it."
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Post by Taung H'rel on Feb 8, 2014 17:02:30 GMT -8
Laughter, was perhaps the last thing that Taung had expected. Scoffing perhaps, shock, doubtful, disbelief probably, but not laughter.
::A fresh corpse here would be difficult, but dna is not, not that anyone would have a match for it anyway, modern warfare can be such a harsh place for biological beings.::
He tapped a thermal detonator and a thermal grenade on his webbing. ::I just need a yes or no from you.::
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 8, 2014 18:03:20 GMT -8
"And when you decide to betray me in the future? Or when you decide that your Mandalorian heart doesn't beat to the Imperial drum? Then what? If you do this, there is no turning back and there is no going home. Think carefully about this before you make a deal with a demon."
She stopped in front of him, a hard look on her face.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Feb 8, 2014 18:26:51 GMT -8
He looked down at her, not out of spite or any other such thing, she was literally shorter than he was, not by too much, but enough that he had to drop his chin slightly to look her square in the face.
::Why go through that much effort here or there? My die is cast. Where my body ends up only fate or the Force can tell. Will you count me amongst your ranks...my lord?::
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 8, 2014 18:40:03 GMT -8
"You know the drill. I don't make deals with people who hide behind masks. Off with the helmet, if you are sincere with your offer, let me see it in your eyes."
She released her hands from in front of her, letting them hang at her sides. The pistol was now held loosely in her left hand, her right hand free to seal the deal when he followed her request.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Feb 8, 2014 19:29:36 GMT -8
He reached up and unsealed his helmet with a soft hiss that was always a little hard on the ears. The overpressure in the suit was designed with the idea to keep harmful atmospheres out. Then the helmet split in half just behind the ear and allowed him to spread it slightly to lift free from his head revealing his light brown hair and silver flecked hazel eyes. He held the helmet in his right hand, letting it swing down to his side before he looked into Sinistra's eyes as requested. He banished any thought of turning back and committed to this path. After a few long seconds he knelt down onto his right knee.
"My lord..."
He knew that was literally putting his life in this Sith Lords hands, he would just have to see how interested in him she was.
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Lord Sinistra
Retired High Councilor
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 8, 2014 19:57:22 GMT -8
She sauntered up to him, his face upturned to hers. If there was deceit in his intention, it was not immediately clear in his eyes. She reached out with her right, lifting his chin with the palm of her hand, thumb and fingers curled over his jawline to better see the glint of silver flecks in his irises. Of course, she did have an ulterior motive for the skin contact and as her bare hand touched him, time seemed to stretch out and freeze as she peered into his recent past, the threads of time and lives of others woven in a tapestry leading to this exact moment. Taung would feel nothing as it happened, for she manipulated the flow of the Force to see into the past for a glimpse, a brief peek at what lay ahead and behind them. She leaned down to bridge the distance between them, so that he would understand the gravity of the promise he had just made.
"I take the word of those that serve me very seriously, for life and death of all rests on the intention of every officer, every lord, every soldier in this empire. No one gets to take their lives without my say so and for the ones you have taken, I should be making you bleed a gallon for each, but in bending your knee and pledging your life, you replace what I have lost with you and yours. You are mine now, and in exchange for your life, you will serve me faithfully for the rest of your days until you have spread the glory of my empire from the Core to the Outer Rim and only when I have conquered all in the name of the Sith, will you have my permission to die. Am I clear?"
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
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Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Feb 8, 2014 20:17:43 GMT -8
As Sinistra spoke to him a vision of a galaxy being destroyed, but being rebuilt flashed through his mind, but at least there would be a galaxy to rebuild. He knew that she was probably reading his future, but he was hoping she wasnt reading his memories. At this point however, there wasnt much he could do about it.
"Clear my lord."
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