Dominik Malsk
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Post by Dominik Malsk on Oct 23, 2013 12:06:00 GMT -8
*Dominik walked on the lower streets of the Underworld, watching his back to make sure no one came from behind. He had heard a scream earlier and came running but nothing was there. The street was filled with grabage and graffiti. He spat on the ground, wiping his mouth with his right elbow and rotated his shoulders to allow his white robe to fall into a comfortable position. His tonfas clanked against his back as he took heavy steps with his boots. He sighed and scratched his head.*
"Well... I guess it was nothing."
*But he continued walking forward. He felt that he needed to. As if something was calling his name through the force. But it couldnt be anything real. His connection with the Force was only a drop of water, compared to the oceans of power the Jedi held.
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Oct 23, 2013 14:09:35 GMT -8
Oh please, Ty?
That was a long time ago and plus, no one can wear your corsets the way you do
He slid a hand around her waist and spun her into his thick arm as they headed to an outcropping on the barren edge of the town. The scent of piss stained streets and rotten food was behind them. Gentle cool currents of air were much more crisp and he sighed. There were rare occasions when he could be himself and with her he could though knowing the life he was in, it would not last long. Soon blood would run at his feet, screams echoing in his ears and he would be just as blind and deaf to the conflict as he always had been. He would enjoy what time he could as long as he could with her before it all was taken again. He was old, his ego not letting him admit such things and at times he had thought about just sitting back and watching these children and their ships play in space. Life was what it was and achievements within it did not matter. There was only one truth about living, and that is at some point, everything you know, everything and everyone you met, all the things you built....everything dies, all of it is crushed and built upon. This was the cycle and there was no changing it. As he pondered this , his facial expression did not change and he smiled at her, the lights from his ship in the distance and getting closer
Have you spoken to the builders yet or will we just show up with nowhere to go?
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Post by Chel Garderly on Oct 23, 2013 17:37:42 GMT -8
Chel let herself mold to his body as he pulled her into his embrace, it was honestly the perfect moment. While they waited for his ship, she looked up to him and smiled softly
I've threatened the builders to have it done by the time we arrive or have to deal with you
She laughed and pressed her hand against his chest
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Oct 23, 2013 17:51:09 GMT -8
Well that is a good enough threat, I have bathed the soil of that planet in blood before, whats a few more pints?
He smiles softly and the hsip came above them and slowly hovered. A blue laser imprinting the ground, checking for traps, explosives and anything else that would hinder its landing process. Once the check was done it landed and the side doors opened like the maw of a giant metal creature. He gestured with his hand
I would say I am a gentleman and letting you in first, but I really just love seeing your backside sway as you walk
He laughed and waited for her to get in, then he would follow
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Post by Chel Garderly on Oct 23, 2013 18:00:49 GMT -8
Chel laughed and shook her head, her eyes taking in Phantom's massive form
I ought to filet you where you stand
She turned and walked up the ramp, her bag on her shoulder as she turned to look down at him
However I find you useful still, perhaps just for your looks, I do need arm candy at my next reveal party
With a flourish of auburn hair she turned and headed into the ship, not waiting for him
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Oct 23, 2013 18:18:10 GMT -8
Uh huh, arm candy
He laughed and walked into the ship, the hatch closing and he made sure she was settled before he goes to the cockpit setting up coordinates, she was free to set up and do what she wanted to do while they lifted off and shot into orbit leaving this inadequate spit of land behind
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Post by The Major on Oct 23, 2013 21:27:17 GMT -8
"Well... I guess it was nothing."
They were tiresome companions.
But this 'kid" down below. He had so much hope. It was almost charming.
But really, it begged to be manipulated. It even had potential.
But first, a test was in order.*** It would seem that our brave young hero is now being faced with the most expected of circumstances in a terrible neighborhood in a terrible alley: at least five street hood looking times appear from the woodwork, either coming out from hiding spots or stepping through suddenly opening doors. They smile at the boy in his ridiculous white robe which looked very clean. He looked like the perfect teen snot to beat the crap out of -even if he gave up all his valuables on their request."Alright, little fish."Said the largest of the five. "You should know the drill. Drop anything you've got that's worth a damn and you can whine to mommy and daddy later. Come on now, don't stare stupidly. My friends are impatient." |
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Post by Dominik Malsk on Oct 24, 2013 5:39:31 GMT -8
*The boy didn't notice the 5 men until the lead man spoke. He stopped in his place and observed them carefully. He reached back and pulled out his two tonfas and knocked them together as he assumed a pose and prepared himself for a fight. He should have expected this outcome more clearly.*
"Mum and Dad said not to talk to strangers."
*He knocked the tonfas together once more, showing the 5 hoodlums that he wasn't going to back down.*
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Post by The Major on Oct 25, 2013 6:34:02 GMT -8
"Bah, this way is funner anyway, Scrub.
Boys! Surround him and take him down. I doubt he can see everywhere at once."
A chorus of laughter and further rude remarks assail the would be jedi. Most were geared towards his sexual orientation, as if mocking someone for such things somehow proved their own manhood. It was all posturing in the end, because the four goons eventually made a circle around the boy. There was a hesitance at first, as they shot stares to determine who attacked first. The guy who intended to attack from behind decided it was all too annoying, so he lunged first, already brandishing his crumb-bum looking shiv and preparing to stick it deep into the boy's kidney.
One they say him strike, the other three fools closed in and swung their various impromptu blunt objects down over head, intending to hit the boy over the face and shoulders.
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Post by Dominik Malsk on Oct 25, 2013 7:37:34 GMT -8
*He watched the men surround him and grunted in disgust. This seemed like a better way to use mommentum than having them charge at him one by one. Their lead was smart. The boy heard the man behind him lunge and noticed the others begin their strikes. He decided to spin off his right foot, kicking the mans shiv arm into another's stomach and rolling out of the way of the others through the small opening he left himself. The man with the shiv moat likely got knocked over the head by his allies or colapsed underneath them while the man who got the shiv stuck in him could begin to bleed out or fall. He couldnt really predict their moves completely, but they were just average thugs, by the look of them. The boy clicked in the buttons on the handles of his tonfas and stood there as the 3 inch blades protruded out of the tonfa's side slot. He decided to see if they could reorganize themselves before he tried to attack.*
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Post by The Major on Oct 27, 2013 9:18:16 GMT -8
He was a flash of brief yet terrible movement. Weapons were intercepted by body parts -that was good; the parts they hit belonged to the wrong guys -this was faulty. Before anyone could even hoot or hop, there was a knife sticking in one attacker's guts, and his friend was now effectively concussed while on the floor. It wasn't like the movies: the human could take a remarkable amount of punishment. But the man was floored and groaning, rolling in one direction and into the white robed kid's legs, before rolling away and moaning something about the taste of the asphalt.
By this time, the would be muggers have slowly realized that this pup had some true fight in him, but what world would it be if any one learned their lessons after one bout?
A boring one.
The thug with the shiv in him yanks it out and prepares it for another swing. Again, this wasn't the evening crime drama. People get stabbed, it happens. It takes more than one. Even with some of his blood dripping unto the dirt covered floor -even while is face drained of color- you could see something akin to rage building in all these men.
This time they decide to stagger their attacks, taking it one at a time, and opening with the wounded man stepping in to slash his knife across the boy's face.
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Post by Dominik Malsk on Oct 27, 2013 9:48:50 GMT -8
*He shook his head as the attackers decided to attack again. The man bleeding was losing blood quickly, but was makinh his way to him as he avoided the rolling, moaning man. He waited for the man to swing the weapon, and when he did he blocked with his right tonfa. This locked the blades for a short moment which allowed the boy to change his footing and slice the man's arm with his other tonfa and kicking him in the gut to knock him back. He expected others to attack shortly after the blade lock, so his moves would be fluid and allow him some space for other attackers which he woild use the force against, to push them away. He now showed no mercy for his assailants. Only one is needed to tell the tale.*
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Post by The Major on Nov 5, 2013 5:40:04 GMT -8
"Wha- what the Hell?! Freaking commando force over here? Guy's a freak of nature!"
The boss man had plenty more to say, but as he ran off with the surviving cronies his voice trailed off. Homeless, and without honor, they allow the wounded to whimper and bleed on near the would be victim. This was a common enough occurrence: being nearly killed over some credits was a way of life for these scumbags. Was it entirely their fault?
That was the question pondered by a woman who entered the alley from the main street. As far as the Force went, it was completely unreliable in this regard. The newcomer had no trace of it, no aura. But she was slowly shaking her head while tucked away in the shadow.
"You must be here to seek a fight. Tell me: are you blood thirsty?"
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Post by Dominik Malsk on Nov 5, 2013 9:06:37 GMT -8
*He watched the others run in response to his use of the Force and shook his head. He stood there, motionless. When another spoke, he turned to see who it could be, but there was no one. He assumed they were hiding themselves within the shadows.*
"I only seek the blood of those who dare go against justice or those stupid enough to challenge a superior opponent."
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Post by The Major on Nov 5, 2013 11:42:26 GMT -8
"Seek blood? Now that sounds like the sayings of a war monger. Do you know the Jedi would label you as a criminal, just for saying those simple words?"
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Post by Dominik Malsk on Nov 5, 2013 12:00:33 GMT -8
"If they label me as a criminal, then it is their mistake, not mine. I fight for the people, and anyone against the people deserve to bleed for their crimes."
*He knew not all Jedi would think of him as a criminal, but he also knew that the Jedi never try to draw blood. This was something he never understood.*
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Post by Celia Oshala on Nov 20, 2013 10:07:19 GMT -8
I don a cloak for my trip to the Underworld; in my limited experience, the people down here actually trust you less if you seem like you don't mind being recognized. I pretend like I'm walking with purpose, but I'm really just wandering, looking for somebody who can do what I need--and be discreet about it. I turn down a narrow street lined on each side with shops and stop short a moment later. Outside the low building sit three droids in various states of disassembly, and shelves of junk are visible through the open front door.
I step inside. "Hello," I say with a smile at the proprietor. "Do you do data recovery? I have a broken storage device and I need to see if the information on it is salvageable."
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Post by Phurie Kennington on Nov 20, 2013 10:25:00 GMT -8
A ship descends from the sky and lands in a small spot that you have to fly to get to and from it and Phurie sets the alarm system and goes to take a nap in his quarters.
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Post by Phurie Kennington on Nov 25, 2013 16:24:01 GMT -8
Phurie checked the holo mail again seeing that someone was looking to hire him and checked the location to meet, which he was at, then he drew his 15 and placed it on the table on left side of his dc 17m and the 44 on the right then he started flipping between modes on his 17m both sighted and blindfolded while waiting for his contact so he was ready for anything.
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Post by Lillith on Nov 26, 2013 11:42:36 GMT -8
A dozen men.
Her entire force for this mission consisted of a dozen men, soldiers looking ill at ease in the freighter's cargo bay, missing the polished ebony of their armor. Shadow troopers, they were called. Not cannon fodder but highly trained and specialized operatives, masters of espionage, intelligence-gathering, and assassination. They held themselves with none of the straight-backed rigidness of infantry men, and lacked the concisenesss she'd become accustomed to aboard the bridge of her flagship. Instead they moved with an air of relaxed intensity, casual deadliness. It suited her, as did being in the middle of the operation instead of commanding it from the bridge.
The Echani was dressed in black fiber armor beneath dark fatigues, her saberstaff secreted beneath a gray traveling cloak and her pistol snug against her ribs in a cross-draw holster. Her hair, molten silver in the dim light, was pulled back in a single braid. She was seated on the bench with the rest of her men, wedged between two troopers dressed in clothing as dark as hers, so the three seemed to meld together at the edges, one with the shadow. In her hands she cradled a datapad displaying a wall of text. She scrolled through it as she spoke.
"Bargo's Used Wares is an abandoned shop about a kilometer from the Crimson Corridor. That's where we'll be setting up shop. An earlier team was already sent to deliver our equipment; we'll have everything we'll need for the operation. Unless given new orders we are here to monitor the situation and gather intelligence only. Contact with either Republic or Mandalorian forces is to be avoided at all costs."
None of the troopers replied, and Lillith hadn't expected them to. They would perform their duties unflinchingly and without question; and if it came to the wrost and they needed to intervene to keep the Mandalorians in check, they would do what needed to be done, of that she had no doubts.
The transport shuddered as it landed.
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