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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 21:57:09 GMT -8
* Rowan's StealthX glides into the hanger. He sets the ship down in an open public use spot and then hands over operations to Whistler. A slight pitch rings in his ears as the cockpit breaks and the hatch opens. Rowan exits the ship and pulls his hood up over his head, he nods to Whistler and then proceeds into the temple
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Post by Nemo on Mar 11, 2014 17:53:05 GMT -8
The Zephyr slowly put herself down in one of the largest hanger bays in the Temple. At just over one hundred and twenty metres in length, the modified light cruiser was one of the largest ships that could fit into the Jedi's hanger bays. Nemo was certainly glad of it or he'd had to pay an extra fee for a civilian landing platform, it would be very expensive too being so close to the Temple.
The Jedi Master left his cabin with his shield attached to his back, he took it everywhere even when he wasn't expecting danger out of habit. His lightsabre was clipped to his belt as always and soon he found himself walking across the hanger floor. The door into the ship sealed itself behind him but the ramp remained extended for when he returned. Nemo hoped this would not be a short trip, he already had a very brief stop on Honoghr. After briefly speaking with one of the hanger staff he set off into the Temple proper.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2014 0:01:46 GMT -8
* Rowan and his companions leave their personal ships in temple storage and using his old Shadow connection lease out a stealth YT-1930 for their mission. As the service droids finish loading the needed supplies and materials on the ship, Rowan, Aren and Kirito get seated. After a few minutes Rowan takes control of the ship and they leave the hanger
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Post by Nemo on Apr 4, 2014 7:25:36 GMT -8
It had indeed being a short trip to the main Jedi Temple, Nemo never seemed to spend too long in one place. However, he was not alone this time, he had a padawan and another companion on his mission. He looked up at the ship, the Zephyr, as he walked towards her. She was the largest ship in the hanger by some margin. One hundred and twenty metres long and over three times the height of the LAAT/i gunship that was docked in one corner of the hanger. She was an impressive ship and Nemo was proud of her.
The boarding ramp was still extended as Nemo had left it, with the airlock sealed. He approached and began to walk up the ramp, slower than his previous pace. Once at the top he opened the airlock and gestured for Hex to enter.
"Please enter and find a cabin on deck two, mine is clearly labelled. I'm going to wait for our friend and then we can depart."
The main deck, the one Hex was walking onto, was deck one and housed the small hanger bay, armoury, engine room, guest quarters and all their amenities. Deck two was much smaller, sat above the hangerbay, and had Nemos cabin on along with two others, a training room and a small galley. The bridge was only really a large cockpit with five seats in and was situated above deck two.
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Hexecter Hue
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Post by Hexecter Hue on Apr 4, 2014 12:36:43 GMT -8
Hexecter was following closely behind Nemo, so as not to get lost on their way to the hangar. No more lost than his new master, anyway. Hexecter boarded the ship when directed to do so, and looked around while Nemo spoke, awestruck at the shear size of the vessel. Hex couldn't even stand up in his own craft, so he found anything he could walk around in to be impressive, but this was the next level in wow factor.
"I'll see if I can find it." he replied to Nemo with a grin. He wondered off further into the ship, and tried to find a way onto the second deck.
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Post by Lord Magus on Apr 6, 2014 12:16:21 GMT -8
Kor had been dozing on a container in the hangar near to Nemo's ship. When he heard the two jedi approach, he awoke and stood, bowing to Nemo and the young one he assumed was Nemo's padawan. Nemo had sent the young one into the ship and Kor approached.
"Forgive me Master, my last mission was strenuous, and I have had little time to rest. Shall we?"
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Post by Casey on Apr 10, 2014 11:02:26 GMT -8
The shuttle descending slowly from orbit angled towards the Jedi Temple, easing past skylanes packed with all the traffic that came with hundreds of billions of inhabitants. Having come from a cruiser owned and operated by the Jedi, and carrying a large number of Jedi passengers, the shuttle was cleared to land at the temple as soon as it was within range of the local traffic control. Jedi Master Herenan, an aging Jedi, watched his young charges with a contented smile. He was charged with supervising and teaching those Padawans whose masters had gone someplace unsuited to their skills and experience, such as the child who now curled up asleep in Herenan's lap, whose master had been sent into an active war zone to help the innocent civilians caught in the crossfire. The older Padawans sat towards the back of the shuttle, laughing and roughhousing, full of energy after a full week of sitting quietly all day in a courthouse, watching and attempting to understand the convoluted and morally ambiguous proceedings. Herenan coughed softly, and a pair of Padawans who had been getting too aggressive towards each other separated slightly.
Casey grinned softly at the antics of her fellow Padawans, but avoided joining in on the more physical activities. Seated on a specialized seat, she was still almost as tall as some of them, but the large, white-feathered wings spreading out around the sculpted seat back behind her made her seem larger. Although the soft white robes and silver plates of armour she wore still disguised her gender as they always had, Casey had become comfortable enough to unbind her wings while in the presence of other Jedi. Noticing Master Herenan beckoning to her from the front of the shuttle, she stood carefully, hunching slightly to avoid the roof of the craft, and made her way towards the older being. Folding her wings tight against her back, she perched awkwardly on the edge of the seat next to the old master to avoid crushing them against the chair back. Herenan cleared his throat softly, then leaned in closer to Casey.
"I've just been informed that a certain Jedi Knight of yours has returned."
Casey's whole face lit up at the simple words. Her master had finally returned from Ryloth! A sudden thought occurred to her, and a faint glimmer of tears appeared in her eyes as she looked back to Master Herenan. With a soft smile, he nodded to her, and Casey leaned over, careful not to disturb the sleeping child, to give Herenan a warm hug. She'd miss the friendly old being, that was or sure.
When the shuttle touched down in the Temple hangers, Casey was ready, striding down the ramp with a determined look on her face. There would be many challenges to come, but she was ready to face them all down at the side of the Jedi who had guided her onto this path. |
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Post by Zane Shadolen on Apr 16, 2014 18:12:37 GMT -8
As the glittering spires of the Jedi Temple came into view, Zane could already feel the delight that rose within the Force echo through his being. Had it really been a year? He seemed to remember it as if it were yesterday - the Knighting ceremony, his sense of everything being right with the galaxy...hope, for his future. It seemed as though the Force felt differently. Soon after he was knighted, Zane felt the Force drawing him away. It pervaded his thoughts, the sensation that he needed to leave. To go...somewhere. And it led him home. Back to Varonat. When he set foot on the earthen soil, the place of his upbringing, it was as if he had never left. And perhaps that was what felt wrong. He still bore an attachment. He had still never found the closure that he needed. The Boy of the Red Sands, Child of the Jungle and Warrior of the Rolling Oceans - he had never found his center. So, there he waited. Varonat became his home once more. He knew full-well that he needed to return to the galaxy at large, but the Force had kept him there. Every day he meditated, working to strengthen his connection to Ashla and the Living Force. Every day, he continued to train his mind, body, and spirit; honing them to be the tool he needed them to be. The tool that the Force could use him as.*
*There were many familiar feelings that Zane had yet to deal with. Love, sorrow, hatred, compassion; everything that tied him to his homeworld, everything that tied him to his old life. Remembering his mother, and how he found her; dead and huddled into the hollow of a great spyrrak tree. He had finally been able to forgive himself, after all that time. But to return there to that place, to feel the finality of it sweeping over him - he had needed that. So, the year progressed. He rebuilt the home that he and his mother had made there in the jungle. Reestablished old hunting grounds, carved out his territory among the wilds. For the better part of a year, he survived on the bounty of the land, and remembered what it was like to face such struggles again. It served him well. During his time on Varonat, he had once again become a leaner, sleeker specimen, developed and honed his senses; and managed to put on quite the nice tan, too. When the Force alighted upon him again, coaxing him to leave his home behind once more, he felt like he needed to confirm it. So, delving into deep meditation once again, he searched the Force, seeking to know Its will. There were images - flashes - of many horrifying scenes. Everything seemed to lead to some chaotic existence in one way or another. The visions made him question everything he had come to know: why had the Force called him here, when he should have sought to stop this chaos? What did it have to gain by keeping him here, out of harm's way? Was he simply not ready to face the Darkness?*
*He needed answers. For some reason, he felt like he could have easily gotten them from Corellia - but again, the Force was leading him elsewhere. Why? What did he gain by further distancing himself from the only other place he had once called "home"? Weren't there answers he could find there just as easily as on Coruscant? That, however, was another debate for an entirely-different time. For now, the Force had led him here. He felt as though he was doing the right thing. Time would tell.The JM-5K scout vessel, Kressham's Rest, turned down toward one of the command towers. Transmitting his old IFF signal from the Corellian temple, he noticed where one of the docking bays had opened on the north side. Moments later, he was pulling his craft into the hangar area, setting down in an open spot next to a refueling station. It wasn't long until he had finished his post-flight shutdown, unstrapped himself from the pilot's chair, and began moving to the rear of the vessel where he was going to gear himself up.
He wasn't certain what he was going to find when he arrived. Everything seemed all right when he was speaking to the attache at the Senate Rotunda. All he knew was that he needed something to fill in the gaps. And no place in the galaxy - or even among the Jedi - seemed to do that better than right here in the Jedi Temple, among the Archives.He donned his formal Knight's garb, granted to him by Jedi Master Serrin Roma, armed himself with his three lightsabers (the two granted to him by his father and mother, and the one he had constructed with Master Diamonte so long ago), and then stepped down the ramp of his ship. Exiting the vessel, he continued toward the access entryway. He needed to find a map of this place again. It had been forever since he'd been here...
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Apr 28, 2014 12:35:25 GMT -8
Shihab entered the hangars and felt the necessary bustle and flow beings and equipment throughout the room and smiled, the hangars always cheered him up a bit, and he wasn't entirely sure why. He moved over to the 3-Z freighter he'd gotten at the same time as his padawan, Casey. He was due back any day know, though, something didn't feel right about using the masculine pronoun in reference to Casey, it hadn't ever bothered Casey... He put the thought out of his mind, there were things to do and none of them involved standing lost in thought looking at his freighter. It needed a sensor upgrade, the cheap civilian gear had trouble picking out commercial vessels, much less the newer military craft, a substantial nuisance to be sure during interplanetary travel. The new system had finally arrived, and was waiting to be fitted to the ship.
Shihab started by stripping out the old system, opening panels and disconnecting, and in some cases, completely pulling entire wires out of the ship. The old sensor dish was removed, along with most of the data-processing boards and drives. Even the display console in the cockpit was being replaced. By the time Casey's shuttle arrived the ship was missing several hull plates and had wires dangling from most of them, with more wire cast carelessly to ground next to the old sensor system components that had been dropped where ever Shihab had been standing when he removed the item. The ship was parked near the hangar bay doors, where Shihab liked to keep it, so if Casey looked for it, he would probably find with little trouble. Shihab was currently working on installing the new computer systems for the sensor suite, just to the left of the boarding ramp, his head and shoulders squeezed into the hole left by the access plate while he attached the system to its bracings and began plugging in wires into their various ports.
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Post by Casey on May 5, 2014 8:32:36 GMT -8
Part way across the hanger, Casey glanced over her shoulder. Another few steps further on, she registered what she had seen, and stopped walking. Turning around, she sought out the ship that had caught her eye. It appeared to be the same one that her Master had taken her off-plane in; at the very least, the same model and similar age. Casey made her way slowly around the outside of the hanger, eyes fixed on the ship. It appeared to be partly disassembled, although her knowledge of starship components wasn't complete enough to be sure exactly what was going on from a distance.
Passing the last ship that rested between her and the familiar looking vessel, Casey spotted a being squeezed part way into an access port, and she knew without even reaching out with the Force that it was who she had been seeking. Casey glanced around nervously, pulling at her robes. She shifted again, glanced down at herself, then glanced back up again, a slight grin on her face. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she did her best to dampen her presence in the Force. Certainly not enough to hide from anyone searching for her, but maybe enough to sneak up on a distracted Knight. Moving carefully, Casey stepped within reach of the being, then extended a fist and rapped sharply on the hull just beside the access port. |
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on May 6, 2014 18:57:40 GMT -8
Shihab worked quickly, humming a jaunty tune as he worked, as he finished installing the hardware and went back over the connections with the rest of the ship, he caught a faint wisp of a familiar scent, and smiled, though he didn't slow his work. When Casey raps on the hull, he winces slightly at the loud ringing in the confined space, and wiggles out of the access hatch, with a mock frown on his face.
Excellent timing! I was just about to clean out the fresher system, and needed someone to empty the waste tank. I pause just long enough for Casey to catch what I was saying, and maybe even begin the first protests at such a revolting, but necessary job, before my facade slips and the smile peaks through. I wrap Casey in a massive wookie hug, and spin the slight lad around once laughing, at my own lame joke and with joy at finally seeing the man again. Something still felt off about using masculine pronouns when referring to Casey, but I can't put a claw on why just yet. I set Casey down and promptly begin the usual friendly grilling that accompanies reunions of old friends.
Welcome back friend, how are you?
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Post by Casey on May 12, 2014 10:19:14 GMT -8
Casey hesitated, half turning like she was about to run, stuttering out the beginning of a half-hearted excuse before she realised that Shihab was joking. When the other Jedi hugged her, she laughed softly and smiled, thumping him gently on the back, although careful to avoid the Stenax's wings. Back on her own feet and being questioned, Casey kept one arm extended slightly, gently gripping Shihab's forearm, both for balance, and as a sign of the friendship between them.
"I am doing very well. Being with the Jedi has done so much for me. Look!"
Taking a step backwards, Casey spread her wings to their full three and a half meter width. The smooth feathers glistened a pure white along the leading edges, fading to a metallic silver colour along the bottom line of feathers. Casey smiled shyly, shuffling her feet slightly, then folded her wings against her back again.
"Being here, seeing so many different beings being accepted just as they are showed me that I don't have to try to hide what I am." |
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on May 13, 2014 15:17:07 GMT -8
I watch with pride as my padawan displays his wings at full span, but frown slightly when they are simply folded again. Adi would have cited a distinct lack of flair, but then that wasn't necessary, so maybe Casey was still working up the courage to use the in public. I wonder if he even knows how to fly... I wipe off my dusty hands on a rag tucked into a loop in my coveralls at my waist, and then motions for Casey to join me on the access ramp, where I sat and looked out over the busy hangar.
Very good! Has anyone taught you how fly with those pretty wings of yours? What have you been up to of late that you've seen so many beings?
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Post by Casey on May 14, 2014 8:10:46 GMT -8
Casey steps ahead, carefully folding her robes around her lower body and shifting one of the delicate silver plates of armour that had twisted slightly out of place, thinking to herself, "The straps on that must be loose. I'll have to fix them." Settling onto the ramp beside Shihab, Casey blushed deeply at his question.
"Well...uh...no. Not really. I kind of figured out gliding, but I could never figure out how to really gain altitude or control anything much more than not slamming into the ground."
Casey hesitates again for a moment, then sighs.
"Where I came from, they weren't all that big on teaching. More often, everyone just figured things out themselves."
Casey shakes her head quickly, eager to move away from the subject, embarrassed at her lack of ability.
"But anyways, I've been with Master Herenan. He took us on a couple tours of the Senate, to see different things going on, and we've just come back from a major trial off-planet." |
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on May 19, 2014 11:46:47 GMT -8
So he couldn't yet fly? Well, if all else failed Shihab could use his uncle's method... a wicked grin spread across his face briefly, before being stifled as he listened to the rest of Casey's news. The mention of the senate and a trial soured his mood slightly, though he tried not to make it obvious. His own trial was still in the future, and at the hands of an arrogant, insufferable twi'lek senator no less. Shihab did not relish dwelling on the matter but knew Casey had a right to know, about it.
Speaking of trials, I've earned a court dated with the senate myself regarding recent events on Ryloth. I don't think the senator from Ryloth likes me very much, he seems to think he knows everything and that I ruined some of is pretty plans by keeping his pretty head from being roasted by some mandolorians. I shrug a shoulder, indicating my apathy towards the entire thing. I simply wanted it all to be over with so I could get on with my job.
If the little man wants to stroke his ego, it isn't likely to kill me. But that comes later, are you tired or hungry after your trip back to the temple?
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Post by Casey on May 21, 2014 8:47:01 GMT -8
Casey frowned a little at Shihab's words. She hadn't meant to remind him o something so unpleasant. Reaching out, Casey laid a gentle hand on Shihab's forearm. As far as she was concerned, as long as the Council had cleared him; and she didn't think he'd be in the Temple I they hadn't, then there was nothing more to discuss. Some beings felt the need to control everything though, thought that only they should be above the rules, and this Senator sounded like one of them. Coming back to the questions posed of her, Casey took a moment to consider her own state before answering.
"I wouldn't mind a snack, and the flight was on the long side, but it is nothing that can wait. Did you have something in mind?" |
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on May 24, 2014 12:14:50 GMT -8
Hahaha, do you not remember? When it comes to food I have eaten things even a Hutt would not touch, so the matter of what to eat is best left to you. If you want a quick snack the galley still has a few bits of smoked Nerf and some good broth if that interests you. I jerk a thumb over my shoulder, with the arm not being touched by Casey at the moment, towards the ship behind us to indicate that was speaking of the ship's galley. Or perhaps you'd like to try our luck with a local establishment? After our snack I'll need to finish installing the new sensor suite here. I've not got much of anything in particular to do until the senate calls me so I'm trying to get to all those things that never seem to have time to do normally.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Aug 4, 2014 22:17:36 GMT -8
*Crystaall's blue Jedi Starfighter soon reached one of the outside hangar docks of the Jedi Temple. As it landed and gears began to hiss, she made he best effort to make sure everything was where it should be. Lightsabers, thermal detonators, her combat knife and several small pieces of mechanic equipment in the utility bag on her left thigh. She popped the starfighter's hatch and then jumped out of the ship with precision, landing on her feet with barely any help with the Force. The purple R4 unit also detached itself and then began to follow Crystaall. She was wearing her brown Jedi robes from years back on Yavin, the hood was raised up as she tried to avoid eye contact with most of the Jedi in the temple. As far as they knew, she was just an average Knight. But Crystaall was on a mission to meditate and search for lost knowledge. Knowledge to her thought was not on record. She knew it had to be erased, but infiltrating the Jedi was hard to do.... luckily, she had the Force to guide her in this quest to rid the galaxy of her deeds.*
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Post by dyvius on Dec 12, 2014 13:31:56 GMT -8
Sometime in the past... (Private Storyline)
The time for deliberation was past. A threat to peace in the galaxy had been identified, but it was not an external threat. Internally, the war had left any people on many planets struggling to survive. It was in this way that the Cathar revolutionaries were justified in their movement to reform their planet's government. However, that discomfort did not translate into imprisoning Republic envoys and murdering Jedi escorts. It was for this reason that the Jedi knew they had to act. And they had to act fast.
Eight of the ten members of the Jedi Council were currently standing in the center of the Jedi Temple hangar. Grand Master Vuuray Milara was currently meeting with Republic Security representatives in the Great Hall to deal with the rather awkward public relations situation that commandeering the Cathar revolutionary leader Durm Storm had caused in the spaceport. And on that same note, Master Crlisst Herssek was in the Infirmary Ward with other medically-inclined Jedi Knights tending to their political prisoner in preparation for extracting any possible information from him in the next twenty-four hours or so.
"The Defense Council has approved a Jedi mission to Cathar, with the intent to assess the Cathar situation and, if possible, rescue the remaining members of the Republic envoy."
This was Master Orian Katal, the spokesperson appointed on the spot to address the Security Council about the Cathar situation. She had not yet any reason to relinquish her role.
"As such, we're sending in three Masters, no more. To keep the infiltration both timely and covert, this is the number that meets a balance of effective force and undetectable movement. Now, Keth, Lapay, Haska, the rest of us had been discussing which of us would be fitting for this mission as we departed the Senate, and so I do hope you'll agree to the results of that discussion."
Lapay nodded.
"I'm sure you all found a very reasonable and necessary trio to send to Cathar."
Gadriel'lya, nodding in agreement with the assessment, took over with the reveal.
"As such, Lapay, you're on this mission. Your psychometry skills may prove invaluable in tracking the envoy. Keth, you're practically a celebrity for your skills at infiltrating deep into enemy territory, so your presence is necessary. Finally, Rael volunteered as the final member of this squad simply because he has some geographical experience with Cathar from his years of missions in the region."
Keth was beyond content with being assigned to this mission. Realizing just how much it meant to him personally to prove to the Council that he was on the mend from his philosophical breakdown in the recent months, Keth had felt the cold-blooded murder Durm Storm had committed in his face as a sort of challenge to his mettle in the face of future strife. And so now he had his ultimate chance to prove he was healing and end up saving lives at the same time. For a Jedi Master, Keth felt that this was the ultimate solution.
"We'll be taking the Delta 7s."
Master Starfall interjected, gesturing to a trio of starfighters sitting in a farther back row than the Eta 2 starfighters and even the Delta 7B starfighters. The former ship class was more suited to Jedi peace time, and while they were armed, these ships were better at silent infiltration than battling. Clearly, that was a perfect profile for this mission. Clearly, the Delta 7 Aethersprites were ships not used in the entire duration of the last Sith War, hence their existence near the back line of ships in the Jedi Temple hangar.
"When do we leave?"
Keth asked. His mind was calm, his determination was set, but that did not change the fact that he was very quietly eager to begin this mission. Gadriel'lya responded.
"Within the hour. Get your mission-packs settled and coordinate your departure. May the Force be with you."
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Post by The Twin Conquerors on Feb 7, 2016 15:41:36 GMT -8
Once Rhaezion had crossed the threshold from the temple to the hangar bay, it did not take long for him locate Amit’s limp body. Striding over to it, he stooped down into a crouch and paused to examine what the Sorcerer had taken so much pride in. It was a crudely assembled creature, organic flesh twisted with metallic shards and corrupted with the Dark Side. He could just feel the darkness emanating from it and it felt glorious. But this creature was merely a mechanical comedy of errors. Recoiling in disgust, the twin cast his silver eyes about before withdrawing his pilfered lightsaber. The scarlet-hued plasma hummed into existence as he touched the blade to Amit’s corpse, setting it alight. Once the fire had taken and burned strongly in brilliant red and orange hues, he removed the small phial of emerald liquid that the Sorcerer had given him only moments before. Tossing it into the flames, they suddenly rose in height and intensity – causing the Dark Prince to back away as an impenetrable wall of heat buffeted his frame. The oxidation process initiated rather quickly as the emerald liquid sped up the combustion and seemed to prolong it. He was forced to shield his gaze from the brilliant light emitting from the fire that ripped its way through all of the organic materials and he could almost swear he heard the high-pitched wailing of a voice – resonating with great force within his head as the cry echoed and seemed to slowly fade away. The entire body of Amit burned hotly in a sea of green, blue, and white flames. Oily tendrils of smoke curled up toward the ceiling of the hangar, carrying exudates in the form of incandescent solid particles right up into the air circulation systems, as if the tendrils of smoke were reaching up desperately in attempt to escape the blazing inferno below. Before long, the fire had nearly burned itself out, reducing the metallic portions of Amit’s body into nothing more than an unrecognizable pile of molten slag.
It was right about this time that Iztara sauntered into the hangar bay appearing far too pleased with herself. As she approached their shuttle, she briefly paused to glance at him. He could not see her face, but he could feel her elation through the Force. It made him want to grumble. As he started toward her, she quickly ducked into the shuttle to retrieve the bowcaster. Within seconds, she ran back down the boarding ramp and began to shoot up the hangar bay, leaving scorch marks on the walls. The Dark Prince finally caught up to her and grabbed her at the elbow.
“Sister, what did you do?” He asked accusingly, the tone he took with her carried an unspoken warning. As she whipped around to face him, he could feel it through the Force. The feigned act of innocence. It set his blood to boiling. If he knew he could get away with it, Rhaezion would take her and claim her right here against the outer hull of their shuttle. “Iztara…” His voice dropped a few octaves as he moved around behind her, his head resting aside hers, precisely where her ear would be had she not been wearing her helm. “Tell me sweet sister, what did you do?” Rhaezion inquires in a more pleasant voice than before, wondering if she would be more likely to respond if he attempted to be charming and gentle with her.
Iztara took a deep breath as Rhaezion moved around behind her, questioning her once more as to what she had done. How he had known was puzzling to her, but then again some of his uncanny abilities with the Force were beyond even her. And even as he continued to question her, drawing himself up behind her so close, she felt compelled to tell him. Compelled because she felt herself responding to him and she had a feeling he was well aware of what he was doing to her. I had hoped that the lively frisson of fear and anxiety that Rhaezion had stirred into a jaunty parkour within my body would have been enough to keep these kinds of feelings at bay. Apparently, that was not the case. Her heart was beating like a pulsar star before it went dark. “No.” Iztara spoke firmly and went to pull away from her brother as she shut him out of her mind.
Growling, Rhaezion's grip tightened just above her elbow as he reached around and snatched the bowcaster from her grip before dragging her along behind him as he stalked toward the main ziggurat.
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