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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2013 12:18:30 GMT -8
"Coruscanta chakaaryc" (Coruscant low-lives)
*This is all Abe can muster as he totes his armor in a carrying case that he smuggled onto the planet. Most Chiss that come through the customs are usually just waived through so it was easy enough not to have it checked thoroughly. Even in a time of war. That was foolish even to him. He wears a black body glove underneath lower class garments to give the first impression of being just another laborer walking to his job. Abe was far from a laborer. His artificial hearing and sight focused in on the mundane and the weak. Courtesy of a sonic grenade going off in his face. Which pointed out his own weakness. Hut'uun dar'jetiise, he curses in his mind. He has to remind himself not to exert energies too much. The madness would return if he did. He just goes back to focusing on his objective. He had to meet with another mando'ade. They had business with the Jetiise. Win, lose or draw, they had to know that violence begets more violence and that vengeance will be taken for the attack on Mandalore.*
*Abe arrives at an abandoned warehouse and enters. He looks around to see if there were any other life forms in the area via his ocular implants via infrared. Once he sees that no one is around he begins to change into his beskar'gam. It was golden, but lackluster as to not give off too much of a sheen that reflected light easily. It still did somewhat but it was dull enough as to not give away his position too much. Once donned in his armor, he begins to put his suppressed Verpine shatter rifle together. Finishing quickly, he holds it and loads it and readies himself by taking cover and ducking in an elevated position while waiting for his vode to arrive. Just a sniper in the shadows.*
*He sits and waits using his advanced aural implants, and scanning police bands and chatter. Waiting. Cautious and deadly.*
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Post by Randolph Beviin on Dec 1, 2013 14:49:32 GMT -8
It had taken Randolph some time to find an abandond place on this world. Space was a valued commodity here and every square inch needed to be used. Thankfully as the planet built up the lower areas were often forgotten. Or used by squatters. This building had provided the needed seclusion, while also keeping the strays at bay. As such the building was teetering on the edge of safety.
Having arrived on world earlier than his compatriots Beviin had a hell of a time. Not only getting on planet but getting in contact with those whom could help the others. Walking into the factory with a large rucksack thrown over his shoulder Randolph looked around and whistled. The sound reverberating off the walls it caused a layer of dust to fall from the ceiling. Placing the bag down he took off his hat and bowed. He could taste it on the air that someone was here. The scent of a predator laying in wait. Not to mention the boot prints on the ground which would travel to Ables position.
Bal me’vaar ti gar?
And how are we today?
He spoke in his native tounge. Which after a few days of speaking the uncultured language of basic tasted better than any drink. Although the words were harsh and to the point they sounded like the sweetest melody. Plus it also got him knowing if the person still inside was one of the people he was meeting.
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Post by Anshara on Jan 26, 2014 15:09:33 GMT -8
Coruscant's underworld was a melting pot for all evil in this galaxy. Down in the shadows where the light of the sun was nothing but a rumour, a legend maybe, the vile nature of all races bloomed like a festering infestation. High above the seats of the republic and also the Jedi were unaware or not willing to interfere with the doings of the crimelords. Maybe they needed them to be here. One way or another, the people down here suffered. Slavery, smuggling, drugs and also cults of darksiders found enough space to evolve. Hidden in the masses where only special squads would patrol.
Thousands if not millions of living beings lived in the shadows. Too many minds to be skimmed through by the Jedi and so anyone with a little talent had the best chances to hide down here. Anyone like Serrak. A mediocre criminal but a worshipper the dark forces of Bogan. Cooking drugs, selling slaves and managing pit fights, he had built up a small shadow empire. By now three of his cells had been taken down by the law enforcers. All of them seemingly part of different syndicates. Two smaller and one that led to the Hutts. Fake accounts. All of them. Serrak was a mediocre criminal but he was Bothan and an apprentice of the Darkside. His crimes were ordinary, low and stupid but the way he masked his doings was as creative as only a Bothan could manage to be. A marvelous challenge for the first mission with no backup.
The petite, hooded being slipped from the ledge of her vantage point an landed on a beam several metres below. She quickly moved over the beam to the wall of the observed building. Silently she waited focusing on her surroundings making sure no had heard her. A strain of blonde hair had loosened and now hang visibly down. A gentle, delicate hand of a teenage girl put it back where it belonged to. Annoyed that her movements hadn't been smooth enough. If her father would have done it it would have been perfect. She was sure of that. Then again he didn't have long hair. Relaxing the young woman calmed her breath and reached out with her mind. Carefully probing if anyone was on the other side of the wall. After she was sure that it was safe, she pulled out a lightsaber. Silver light hissed to life shortly before she shoved the blade through the wall, cutting a small hole into it. She dived through carfully avoiding the hot parts where the lightsaber had molten through.
She looked around and saw a shelf first. Not trusting the metal construct to carry her weight she hid behind it using the cloak to become a part of the shadows. One shoulder pulled up, the head hanging low she tried her best to be a formless mass. When the two men arrived to check out the sound they had heard she was in a close to meditative concentration. The young intruder analysed her opponents and acted quickly.
She took them by surprise. The first kick was against the hollow of the knee of the larger one forcing him to get down. A well-aimed jab to the throat of the second thug took his voice and breath. Pulling back her elbow hit the left ear of the kneeling one causing his ears to ring buying her a bit more time. Already having the momentum in the direction she pulled up her leg and turned her hip so her knee would finish off her first victim knocking him out.
As the hand of the second opponent tried to grab her she grabbed his thumb and turned his hand to the point where it hurt. He groaned unable to shout. Having the upper hand she hit him several times against the solar plexus and kicked him against the diaphragm. As he went down she got behind him and took him in a neckholder choking him out just to be sure he wouldn't recover too quickly and sound the alarm.
Two where down several more plus a darksider to go and she was sure the others weren't as easily taken out as those two fools.
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Post by Anshara on Jan 27, 2014 18:20:46 GMT -8
Something wasn't right. It was too easy to get in deeper and deeper. Also all the crates were just filled with junk. Tools in the best case. She was at unease. Her senses told her that it was a trap but pulling out? Would her father have withdrawn? No he surely would have proceeded with care but bravery. He would have used the shadows, turned the trap around and then be victorious. She had ran off to show him that she was capable of doing such deeds. She had wanted to impress him by showing him that she had learned everything and that he could be proud of her. Of course he told her that quite often and he meant it but she wanted to do something to prove him right. Give her father every reason to love his little girl.
Yet there was the shadow of doubt. Her skin felt like all the little hairs tried to get away as quickly as possible while she herself felt cold. Unlike the Jedi she had been taught that emotions were no enemies and pushing them away like the old Jedi Order in the time before the Empire was making it easier to be corrupted. No, emotions were part of any living being and pushing them aside did no good. Instead she had to accept them. Realie where they came from and accept there meaning, their energy without allowing them to gain control. One easy code: never kill those who are innocent, avoid killing those who are simply criminals or soldiers, give a darksider a chance. In other terms: fight unarmed against those who are thugs, use normal weapons in case necessary against those who were more challenging and rely on the lightsaber solely as a last ressort mainly against Force users. Her instincts told her that it was time for the lightsaber and so the hilt was in her hand, deactivated.
Her fear kept her going yet her heart was beating slow. She had been trained for this. Waited for this. She inhaled the air, tried to get a scent of anything and stepped into the shadows. The shadows were her friends. Allowing her to get to places unseen and get to a vantage point or to find chances for an attack of opportunity. She loved the shadows. But not those shadows. Something was in them and this something was hunting her. Her eyes narrowed, she felt nothing absolutely nothing and that was the reason why she knew that there was something. Her father had taught her well. Trained her in the art of masking her presence from the Force and the eye. The art was to pretend to be the surroundings not to not be there. Not being there left a hole in the fabric of the Force.
She felt it. Just before it would have hit her. A tingling sensation a short warning. A glimpse of the future. Her lightsaber hissed to life, parried the red blade and then she leaped away as another blade of another person aimed for her hip. She hit the floor, rolled forward and was back on her legs again in time to parry a third lightsaber. The teenager scanned the area, made herself aware of her environment and knew why she was afraid. One of them in fact was Serrak but the other two where Sith assassins. Wearing their markings proudly. The shadow of doubt grew to point that she realized that she was in big bantha-poodoo and she started to miss the watchful eyes of her dad.
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Post by Anshara on Jan 29, 2014 17:59:44 GMT -8
As lightsaber clashed on lightsaber a fast and deadly dance evolved. One silver blade fending off three red blades. All four weapons relentlessly wielded in the attempt to kill. The mass of opponents against nimble agility, years of practice as killers against the deepest understanding of how to use the environment. Though the girl was fighting with valour it wouldn't take long until she would fall. A fact she was well aware off. She tried to get to a point she could escape from but there was none. So she instead found a place to make her last stand. A short moment in which she had a little time to focus, to center herself and tap into the Force to take the last assault.
The assassins circled around her position like vultures, eyeing their prey and mocking the moribund teenager. They had the advantage of time on their side. They also knew that she knew and enjoyed her frustration. Her despair. Soon they would strike but first they would enjoy, bath themselves in their own glory. It was then that Serrak stepped forth, ordering his assassins to stay out of it. He attacked her and she defended herself, parrying, dodging and slowly growing tired. Their sabers clashed and through the cracking noise of the energy Serrak spoke to her.
"Funny that the Jedi would send a girl to do an adult's job. Tell me, lass, are you cursing them right now? Tell me and maybe I offer you a position in my organisation. Deactivate your lightsaber and your life may be spared."
She was tired and the words were tempting. The fight had come to a point were resistance would only elongate her suffering. She knew that death was inevitable by now. Yet there was a way. Offered to her and in her young mind that way whispered sweetly in her consciousness. She closed her eyes and felt the tugging. There was a little trace of resistance but it faded as quickly as it had come up. The young woman deactivated her lightsaber and gave in.
Opening her eyes again she eyed the Bothan with a sad look. Her lips moved but no word got out. She tried again and finally succeeded: "I am Anshara Var, I am no Jetii. Actually I believe like the Mando'ade they would see in me an abomination. Let me tell you what I am: I am Anshara Var, ad'ika of Kel Var, one of the last surviving members of clan Maren, trained in the way of the Shadows. And I never would!"
Her own words energized her. Pride sparkled in her eyes as her unbroken spirit flared up and she embraced the silent whisper that had showed her the opportunity. Her lightsaber hissed to life. Serrak raised his own weapon to block the incoming attack realising his own mistake. The vultures moved as they saw the danger, called for back-up. The red blade arrived at the rendzevous point to meet a silver blade that vanished just to appear again shortly behind the red light, cutting deep through the Bothan's body and killing him instantly. The last expression on his face was that of utter terror as his mind told him that the young girl was a masterful user of Trakata.
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Post by Anshara on Jan 30, 2014 17:41:10 GMT -8
This kill was all that she was about to get. The two assassinsattacked with ferocious storms of blows, using the Force to cause her to make mistakes. Enraged by the fact that their support, obviously two more assassins, didn't react to their calls. She managed to disarm one of them but the price she paid wasn't worth it. A volley of lightnings hit her from the side and caused her to fly a few metres. She landed hard losing her weapon and before she was able to orientate herself and get up the unarmed assassin was over her. A brutal hit against her face stunned her making it impossible for her to defend herself. The fists of her opponent rained down on her in the attempt to beat the life out of her. All Anshara felt was the pride to die in honour as she had fulfilled her self set goal and a bit of remorse as she hadn't said her farewell to her father. A single tear ran down her cheek before the darkness clouded first her sight and then her mind allowing her to escape the pain and her death.
The shadow that had followed the blonde teenager moved silently around the crates. Carefully scouting the area and finding two assassins hiding. He slipped behind the first and snapped his neck with a swift move. The second one was less lucky as a screwdriver found his way through his throat. Several times. During that time a battle had evolved and the Bothan named Serrak was about to find his untimely demise. The grey shadow moved quickly towards the combatants using the Force to send one of the lightsabers flying through the room. He then focused his attention on the assassin who had just released a barrage of crackling energy from his fingertips. Like the wind he moved past the assassin and decapitated him. Sliding past he cut through the legs and not even a second later through the head with an upward backhand.
The shadow raced towards the girl calling her lightsaber to his left hand. With two silver streams of light he cut off both arms of the attacker. The moves were calm and led without anger solely methodical cuts. First the arms, then a kick against the side to get the kneeling assassin from the girl while both blades were thrusted into the man's chest. One piercing the lung, the other one piercing the heart. Both stabs had a surgical accuracy.
After he had finished he kneeled next to the girl, checking her vitals and making sure she was comfortable. He knew she would need medical treatment and that moving her without the correct precaution could cause lasting damage as several bones were broken. Seven ribs, her nose and the cheekbone. He wasn't sure if she had internal bleedings but that didn't matter. She needed help and he knew only one group who could help her and dared to get down here.
With a heavy hard he placed a beacon in her pocket that called out to the Jedi for a medevac. He was aware of the fact that the code he used was more than 17 years old but it was the best he could do for her now. Foolish child. He placed her lightsaber in her hand, brushed a strain aside and kissed her on her forehead. He waited as long as he dared and then retreated into the shadows before the Jedi could arrive.
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Post by Nik Arreni on Jan 31, 2014 8:38:22 GMT -8
By coincidence, or perhaps the mysterious workings of Ashla, a young Zeltron male was nearby the area in which Anshara had fallen. The first assumption one would make upon seeing him was not "here's a Jedi," but rather the eye tended to be attracted to his physique, showed off by his outfit of a sand-colour tunic, tailored pants, and an emerald green waistcoat. He carried a lightsaber, but it was concealed in the inside of his right boot. He had just been playing a round of sabaac in a nearby tapcafe when he'd felt a disturbance rather more intense than usual even in this part of Coruscant's criminal underworld. Nik had shortly cashed in his chips, tipped the bartender and dealer both, and left just the right impression of a young man about town who had suddenly remembered he had something to do. During his forays into the Underworld, he generally wore a blaster slung low on his right hip as a visible deterrent to the casual pickpocket. Running a hand lazily through his dark auburn hair, Nik stepped out of the murky interior of a tapcafe into what passed for a street down here.
People generally tended to write him off as a threat, until they knew better. This was probably due to his skin-tone as he was obviously a Zeltron: a species even more exotic than Twi'Leks in the physical arena.
Masking his purpose with a casual, though deceptively quick step, he located the place from which he had sensed the disturbance. All seemed quiet now. Too quiet. He passed a doorway and slinked closely down along the wall through the shadows, hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blaster. He noticed the silent blinking light of what appeared to be a very out of date beacon next to a female form stretched out on the ground, unconscious. Checking his surroundings once more, he moved over to her side with a determined step and knelt there, checking her for injuries. Reaching a quick decision he pulled out his comlink and hailed someone he knew:
Mei, it's Nik. I've got an injured woman here, sending you coordinates now. Urgent care required.
He pinpointed their location and sent the figures to one of the Jedi Healers he knew resided in the Temple. She was probably still awake even, if he was lucky. Either way, if he did not get a response within a reasonable amount of time, which he defined as something less than a minute and a half in this case, he would have to find another way to get her out of her. Emerald green eyes glittered in the gloomy light as he scrutinized her appearance closely, Jedi-like, but not a Jedi he concluded, and again resumed a watchful alertness in case the ones who had left her in this condition decided to return.
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 1, 2014 11:14:21 GMT -8
After Jade and Terra had arrived at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, she took her padawan on an initial tour of the Temple itself so that she would feel comfortable roaming around on her own in the future if she so chose. They stopped briefly in the infirmary, as that is a place it is good to be able to find in a hurry. A young Jedi woman clad in traditional robes was scrolling through some information on a datapad as she slowly walked down the length of the room towards the doorway where Jade and Terra stood.
"Greetings Mei," Jade saluted the Healer with a half-bow and then introduced Terra. "This is Terra Kiros, my padawan." Then, turning to Terra, "This is Mei Ondreyu, one of the Healers here at the Temple." She thought the two of them might get along well together in the future.
"Welcome back to Coruscant, Master Jade. How was your trip?" Mei inquired with a friendly smile, looking up and bowing as she tucked her datapad under one arm and ran a hand through her hair. "First time on Coruscant, Terra?" she asked encouragingly. The beep of an incoming hail on her comlink alerted her to the fact someone was trying to reach her. "Excuse me," she interjected hurriedly, "Always on call down here, you know?" Then, half-turning she picked up her comlink and listened to Nik's message. Moving over to an information terminal her fingers danced across the keys as she pulled up a cross-section map of Coruscant's Underworld compatible with the coordinates he'd sent her.
On my way. She replied, holding back the flicker of surprise and unease that she felt. An injured woman in the underworld was not at all unusual, but if Nik was concerned then it boded something more serious. Mei turned back to Jade and Terra.
"I know you've just arrived, but how would you feel about running an emergency medevac? I wouldn't ask but, time is of the essence here." she hastened to add, aware that this was not the usual procedure in cases like this, even as she scurried around collecting items into a medikit that she then slung over her shoulder.
Jade's green eyes flickered in the lighting as she considered for a moment. She glanced at Terra, sizing up the younger girl, then decided that it was time to start involving her in the reality of what it meant to be a Jedi. "No need to ask twice." They had left their bags in assigned rooms in the residential wing and were currently ready to go. "We'll need to borrow a fast airspeeder on our way out. That's too far to go on foot."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 20:19:12 GMT -8
Terra had never been to Coruscant before, so she had been looking forward to visiting and was finally getting that opportunity to do so with her new master, Jade. The tour had seemingly gone by too quickly and she was looking forwards to having a little free time later so she could really explore the Temple. Maybe sometime soon, as there were her Trials to prepare for and that wouldn't exactly leave much time for leisure.
As they stopped in the infirmary, Jade introduced Terra to Mei, one of the healers at the temple, and she gave a slight bow and nodded."Yes, this is my first time here."She noticed the sudden change in Mei's expression as she answered a transmission, and suddenly they were being asked to undertake a rescue mission. Terra wasn't so sure, but it seemed Jade had already accepted. She steeled herself for the coming mission...
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Post by Nik Arreni on Feb 2, 2014 9:35:23 GMT -8
~Good, Mei will be here soon.~ I thought to myself, as I touched the girl's neck gently, just to reassure myself that she still had a pulse. That she was alive I had no doubt, but sometimes a little more direct knowledge of a thing is better.
"Hold on, little one. We will make you safe," a firm, low tone that was resonant in a way that generally made females pay attention to him, assured Anshara. He didn't know if she could hear him, but just in case, he spoke to her anyway.
While checking over Anshara's vital signs again to make sure that she was going to make it till Mei got here, Nik looked about and counted the fallen. In the midst of this, a slight itch at the back of his mind made him realize that not all the bodies sprawled out on the floor were dead. Two of them were still breathing, and one of them seemed to be waking up. Instinctively the Zeltron's hand dropped to his blaster. He didn't like the weapon personally. It was loud, and it was messy, such a lack of artistic---- it was loud.
He did not sense any party of reinforcements lurking nearby to crash in on the party's aftermath, but the sound of a blaster firing would attract notice and maybe even curiosity. Then again, this was the underworld. It was the music of this place. Perhaps no one would pay attention. With a young girl's life at stake he did not wish to take unnecessary risks.
Dropping his blaster back into its holster, he made his way over to the thug currently waking up. Silence was his friend here, so as the individual was in the process of sitting up, Nik grabbed him by the hair and chin and snapped his neck with a wet-sounding crack and dropped the unanimated corpse back to the floor. He looked at his hands and frowned. Killing like that made him unhappy. He hated touching dead things. Again, they made him feel unhappy. The Zeltron didn't like this at all. Pulling out his blaster he moved over to the only remaining alive thug, and bashed him across the head with its butt just to make sure his nap lasted a little longer. One of them, he could handle, and besides, he had some questions later after Anshara would be out of immediate danger.
Replacing his blaster, he examined the bodies, riffling through their clothes for any information that might prove to be useful later. Then, he returned to Anshara's side and visually took stock of what she had with her. Most notably, she had a lightsaber. Moved by an impulse that he couldn't explain at the time, he picked it up and flicked it on. With a snap-hiss, a silver blade shimmered into existence in front of him. Its light revealed surprise on his face even as he dowsed the blade and clipped it to his belt for safekeeping.
~Only the Shadows use silver...~ I wondered what this could mean. Even the Shadows wouldn't send a girl into something as massively dangerous as this, would they?
Nik Arreni grimaced and glanced at his wrist chrono, feeling outward with the Force for Mei's presence, listening for the whine of repulsorlifts, and watching the time flash past.
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 2, 2014 11:29:14 GMT -8
With the peace of a calm evening suddenly shattered by one comlink transmission, the three Jedi moved quickly through the Temple. Given that Jedi tended not to poke their noses in fellow Jedi's affairs without due warrant, plus Jade's status on the High Council, they made it to the hangar speedily and with a minimum of interruptions along the way.
Mei hopped into the driver's seat as she was the most familiar with Coruscant's environs, Jade stepped side to allow Terra shotgun if she wished, and slipped in behind Mei. The Healer was already inputting their destination into a scaled down version of the navcomp that actual ships and fighters used.
Repulsorlifts whining they took off and headed out into one of the main traffic streams that flowed around the Temple. After what seemed like a long time but was in reality more like two minutes, Mei dropped them steeply away from the air-lane they had been moving placidly along, and gunned the power as she began threading expertly through buildings, dropping lower and lower until they were moving through the mid-levels of the underworld.
"Keep your eyes, ears, and mind open, Terra," Jade called up to the front seat, "we're essentially proximity alarms at the moment," she clarified for her padawan. With any luck this would be a modified hit-and-fade, and they'd be out of here before anyone else was aware of their presence.
Jade was leaning into the back seat, eyes closed, reaching out around them in the Force to take stock of the environment and feelings of the people around them. In the distance, but getting closer as Mei yanked the steering yoke to the left and dropped them between two tall, dilapidated warehouse type buildings with a stomch-churning drop, Jade felt the faint aura of the unconscious girl, and the much stronger, alert and wary aura of the Jedi standing watch over her.
"Almost there, Mei?" she inquired, not sure how much maneuvering the woman would have to do in order to get them as close as possible to the fallen woman. Mei responded only with a grunt, focusing solely on speed as Jade and Terra would both be able to call out a warning of impending danger.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 13:00:45 GMT -8
Terra was silent as they left the hangar, the cityscape blurring a little as Mei was going full throttle as they sped towards the lower reaches of the planet's massive city. Nodding at her master's instructions, she focused on their surroundings as they rushed by, searching for any signs of trouble. There didn't seem to be anyone following them and she didn't sense anything out of the ordinary...yet.
Soon, they seemed to be coming up on their target, as Terra could sense their presences. As they neared, she continued to reach out with the Force to see if there was any threat, but she sensed none. For now, it seemed they were relatively safe. That could change at any moment though. She couldn't help but feel like there was something out there, waiting for them, but maybe that was just nerves...
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Post by Nik Arreni on Feb 3, 2014 8:56:12 GMT -8
Still wary, though sensing no immediate threat, something occurred to Nik and caused him to slap his forehead with one hand in frustration. He went over to the beacon, still calling for help he assumed, and deftly silenced it. Mei knew where they were. In fact, he could sense her approach, along with two others he did not know. They were definitely both female. Nike smiled to himself, while examining the deactivated beacon. No sense in leaving it running just in case someone else was out there looking for an easy target.
He paced the perimeter of the abandoned place they were in. There was a narrow clear space that Mei could land an airspeeder in, if it wasn't too big. However, it would require a steady hand on the controls, as she'd have to drop straight down to land and then take off straight up. It wasn't as simple as the Zeltron would have liked, but so far everything seemed alright. Well, as alright as possible considering the seriously injured girl on the floor.
Nik looked up as the airspeeder paused overhead, then dropped down towards him.
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 3, 2014 9:17:57 GMT -8
Mei looked around for possible landing areas in the close vicinity of Nik's distress call. Unfortunately, there was only one practicable option. Quickly getting a visual on the area, she cut all the running lights on the speeder. No sense in advertising where they were going down any more than necessary. "Hold on," she called to her passengers, as the ground seemed to drop out from underneath them.
As soon as they hit the ground, Mei cut power to standby in order to leave quickly and sprinted over to Nik and the girl. She slid in to land gracefully on her knees next to Anshara's unconscious form, already pulling out a scanner from her satchel while probing her injuries with the Force. The readout she received a couple seconds later was as depressing as her own assessment: multiple broken ribs, one of which was lying far too close to Anshara's right lung for the Healer's peace of mind; broken cheekbone; nose pointing in an abnormal direction; and, some internal bleeding, though for now it seemed to be slow since Anshara had remained in the same position she had fallen in. "I'll make her as stable as possible then we've got to get her to the infirmary and a bacta tank asap. Nik, you're flying."
Mei knew the young Zeltron was familiar with the underworld, more so than herself, besides she was now in charge of Anshara. Trusting the others to watch her back, she applied a high-powered painkiller patch to Anshara's upper left arm after gently pulling up her sleeve. Then for the tricky bit, she closed her eyes and reached deep into the girl's glowing Force aura that shone around her body like a glowing overlay of living systems working together, though now the machine was misaligned and damaged. With surgical deftness she felt for the broken rib next to Anshara's lung and tugged it back into position, grimacing as she saw red pain-spikes surging in that area. She projected as much calm and quiet support as she could, while making sure that the rib was back in place and not likely to puncture her lung during the transit back to the Temple.
Meanwhile, Jade had gotten out of the speeder along with Terra. "It doesn't feel like anyone else is here, but let's make a circuit of the perimeter just in case." Halfway around the edge of the damaged building, she came across the unconscious attacker lying sprawled out on the floor with a nice purple bruise from where Nik had struck him with his blaster. "One for questioning over here," she announced to the others, before removing his belt and tying his hands together tightly. Waving two fingers as she stepped back and manipulated the Force, she levitated him over towards the airspeeder and dumped him unceremoniously half into the cargo compartment.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 22:07:46 GMT -8
Terra kept her guard up as Mei landed the speeder, though she still didn't sense any incoming danger. She glanced over as Mei rushed over to the form of what appeared to be a teenage girl, laying unconscious on the ground. She must have been attacked or something, and she did see some other bodies around, but she didn't sense any other possible assailants.
She nodded as Jade suggested that they do a circuit around, figuring it made sense to make sure that there wasn't anyone who might present a threat."OK. I'll go this way."Heading the opposite direction of her master, she extended her senses, looking for anyone or anything that might post a threat. She took care not to wander too far away, not wanting to be by herself down in this dark place. It reminded her too much of her childhood home, even though it didn't smell quite as bad down here. Still, she hoped the visit here would be brief. A chill ran down her spine a little as she recalled her homeworld, and it made her want to leave this place even more...
Sighing, she turned around, and started heading back to the speeder, calling out to Jade."I didn't see anything over here."
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Post by Anshara on Feb 4, 2014 12:58:40 GMT -8
The shadow had waited. Hidden in the shadows embracing their touch and wrapping them around himself like a blanket. His steps were dampened by his own will and yet the visible and audible camouflage due to his use of the Force was nothing but a minor aid. The real camouflage happened as he masked his existence in the Force. He allowed himself to drift in the tides of the unifying Force, scatter and reassamble becoming the air around him, the shadows that cloaked him, the sound that reached his ears. He could feel how the minds reached out to sense danger, assailants that still were hiding somewhere. Still after so many years he loved the sensation when their minds tried to pierce his shielding not even aware that he was there. Trying to pierce something that simply allowed them to pass through instead of blocking them out.
Hiding like that he had seen a young Zeltron male entering. He seemed to be protective.
He waited longer, moving around and checking the area when the reinforcements entered. Three women. A healer who immediately took care of Anshara. His heart grew cold as he knew that from now on years might pass that he would see her again. Maybe it was the best though. She needed a life, not a running away from the Jedi nor the Sith nor the Mando'ade. Maybe he should have get her to a safe haven earlier in her life but that was the curse of fatherhood. How could he have her put away and turned around not minding to leave her behind?
He watched the others. A Jedi master. Interesting one but he feared the chance that she might recognise him for whom he was. The other one was younger, maybe a bit older than Anshara. Probably a padawan close to her knighting. There was something. A certain touch of darkness one he recognized alongside the lightsided touch of the Jedi master strolling in the other direction.
The decision to do it and the execution of his idea happened nearly at the same time. He had moved to a point where the padawan and only she could see him while not blocking the escape route. The hands folded in front of his chest so she could see them. Allowing her to finish her sentence he then allowed the shadows to withdraw revealing his features but still kept his guard up to be difficult to be detected for searching minds. A difficult task that powered him out quickly after staying hidden for so long. Together with the effort of hiding from the Jedi in the heart of Coruscant he felt how his body and mind were strained.
The hood of his anthracite robes covered his face in shadows while the colour of his clothes made him look like an avatar formed of the darkness around him. Standing only 5'7 he looked at Terra. His voice was gentle, soothing and comforting due to the pleasant timbre.
"Your fear, you must not allow your past to control your actions. Use this place to leave your past behind or you'll be haunted by it so much longer, young padawan."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2014 14:57:14 GMT -8
He was done with sitting and waiting; credits would soon run dry, there were targets more lucrative out there, just a click away. Done with his last job, all ties severed, freelance was the way to go, no loyalty, maximum profit, he had proven his skills in the local sector, now, now it was time to make a name.
He accessed the holonet, in a couple of minutes he had by passed the security protocols and had slipped into the system and accessed the latest postings. One particular item piqued his interest, he smiled a slow smile and withdrew his silent presence wiping the slate clean so to speak, not a trace. [/font][/i] Name of Bounty: Any associate/member of the ExchangeRecovery Designation (Dead or Alive): AliveSpecific Bounty Conditions (Upon (Injured, Chained, Etc) Return): Detained and unharmed. Unconscious but still breathing.Credit Amount Payable: 7,500,000 "7 for each Exchange associate/memberLast Known Location: UnknownBounties Affiliation: The ExchangeCollection Location: Upon capture, deliver to the Rendili Port Authority to receive paymentAny Other Information: Targets are responsible for the mass bombing of a Republic facility and the assassination of a key informant. They are considered heavily armed, extremely dangerous, and won't hesitate to kill you if you attempt to capture one or multiple members alive. Proceed with caution and good luck.
STATUS: Currently: Being Hunted[/quote] ALL EXCHANGE PERSONNEL WITHIN THIS BOUNTY HAVE BEEN APPLIED ADDITIONAL 2.5 MILLION CREDITS ON TOP OF THE ORIGINAL LISTED PAYOUT.
Additional Persons of interest to be watched and intel gathered on for future crossings:
- Synth
- Exchequer Australis
- Those affiliated with them.
[/ul] So, as always the question burned, where to begin, well what was the usual line, if one wanted to find the Exchange, one would recruit them, or look to join them and his best hunch was Nar Shaddaa, the home of corruption and one of the well known haunts of the Exchange and one of their many base of operations.
He activated the thrusters and felt the familiar rumble of the cockpit as his vessel took off and headed skyward.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2014 22:12:54 GMT -8
The decision to do it and the execution of his idea happened nearly at the same time. He had moved to a point where the padawan and only she could see him while not blocking the escape route. The hands folded in front of his chest so she could see them. Allowing her to finish her sentence he then allowed the shadows to withdraw revealing his features but still kept his guard up to be undetectable for searching minds. The hood of his anthracite robes covered his face in shadows while the colour of his clothes made him look like an avatar formed of the darkness around him. Standing only 5'7 he looked at Terra. His voice was gentle, soothing and comforting due to the pleasant timbre.
"Your fear, you must not allow your past to control your actions. Use this place to leave your past behind or you'll be haunted by it so much longer, young padawan."
He had mentioned her past, which got her wondering if he actually knew anything about it, or about her in general. He didn't seem familiar to her, and yet, how could he have even guessed at her past like that? Was it really that obvious about where she had come from? Terra never liked discussing her past even with those few people she was close to, and certainly not with some stranger who had just appeared out of thin air right in front of her.
She took a deep breath."Who are you? And what do you know about me?" Somehow, Terra got the feeling that she wouldn't get many answers, but she had to at least ask... |
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Post by Anshara on Feb 7, 2014 10:04:55 GMT -8
He looked at her and smiled friendly. The white teeth were clearly visible in the shadows of the hood while the small trail of blood running from his nose was luckily hidden in the darkness. His sight was a bit blurry by now. He was too old to keep up and the last days had exhausted him more than he could say. The beat of his heart was funny. It seemed to become irregular. Maybe he should have told Anshara a few things. Like the fact that her uncle had died a few weeks before. Maybe he should have told her that she had been an orphan and that he had adopted her to do at least one good deed at the end of his life.
None of this would happen now but at least he could prepare the future. With a smile he sank down in a sitting position the legs pulled in. His eyes were fixed on Terra. Following an instinct he brushed back the hood revealing an old face with a short beard.
"About you yourself not much I fear. But you are in an age... there has been a time when I have been too full of myself. Judging the Sith to die and allowed others to live. There might be the chance... the chance that I have decided and you might have suffered." He coughed a bit before he spoke again: "You are still a padawan, eh? There is... an office over there. Has a trapdoor with a laboratory underneath. They were testing out Bogan alchemy." His breath was going harder. "Would you do me a favor? Would you... would you take care of... Anshara?"
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Post by prime wookiee on Feb 8, 2014 0:23:41 GMT -8
He drank from his canteen looking for transport and seen a past post mechanic cargo hauler at time smuggler Sir Docks a lot ) Just how do I get ahold of this space transport
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