Braenden powered the hyperdrive down as the YT-1930 exited hyperspace near the Galaxy's End Casino in orbit of the great sprawling city planet known as Coruscant. It was not a new sight for him, having been to the planet many times before over his lifetime. This time however he was not going to be making landfall as he piloted the transport over the surface of the Casino towards the hangar bay ring that ran the circumference of the ship =Braenden Morviael= Alright, extending landing gear for landing, brace yourselves... The YT-1930's landing gear then extended as Braenden lowered the ship down onto the landing pad. The landing pad then shook as it's mechanisms began to operate and lowered the ship down through a shield and into the massive corridor below. Jessie marveled at the amount of small hangar bays that lined the outer wall of the corridor, it was apparent the ship had been designed to accommodate a large amount of ships during busier times. The Transport was then placed in a bay on a level above the corridor floor and across from an entrance to the cityscapes underground tunnels. Braenden lowered the ship's boarding ramp before descending it with Jessie and Darren in tow and heading to the edge of the hangar bay and looking out across the corridor =Braenden Morviael= Well we are finally here. Time to get to work and wait for my Wife's colleague to arrive to pick up her package.
=Jessie Caird= In the mean time we can relax and enjoy all the comforts offered by the Galaxy's End Casino!
=Braenden Morviael= Of course. Let's head inside and get a room. Darren nodded in agreement before Braenden lead the way back to the ship to grab their luggage, locking up the ship before they took an elevator down to the ground floor and crossing the corridor and going through the doorway into the cityscape underground, headed towards The Palladium Hotel. After a few minutes of navigating the underground, Branden, Jessie and Darren entered the underground lobby of the hotel and approached a counter =Braenden Morviael= Hi, I'd like to book a penthouse apartment for me and my two friends for two nights, do you have anything free?
Amber had just finished fixing a customer's hunk of junk of a spaceship, having charged him double the price mostly cause it was a piece of crap and he had tried to make several passes at her. She looked up as a platform lowered, bringing with it a YT-1930 Transport, a slightly older model of ship, but it looked like it was brand spanking new, possibly due to some good maintenance work by it's owner. She slowed down her pace as the ship was placed in a nearby bay on an upper level, hoping to get a first look at her potential customers before they caught sight of her, so she could seize them up and work out how much to charge them. Before she knew it, there they were, standing at the edge of the bay, two males and a female, a female who looked familiar to her It couldn't be her, not here. The last She had heard of her cousin Jessie, she was serving Braenden with the Cinn Ion. But if that was Jessie, then that also meant Braenden and the Cinn Ion were here as well. But how could they have found her here? or was it possible they were here for someone else, after all she had been quite careful about her true identity Amber quickly ducked into a nearby hangar bay and hid behind the wall, not wanting to risk them seeing her here and approaching her, after all they would be able to sense her Cinndao heritage if they got close enough. She peeked out from around the cover of the wall as they three of them made their way down to the ground level and crossed over to the entrance into the underground She was going to have to be very careful around here while they were around, especially since she didn't want to get caught. It would not end well for her, especially considering there was three of them and one of her. But what would draw them here in the first place, if not to find her? It might be worth following them to find out
The receptionist standing behind the counter smiled as the small party of three people approached the counter =Receptionist= Welcome to The Palladium Hotel! How might I help you today? The receptionist then nodded as the man in the lead requested a penthouse apartment for two nights. He smiled and nodded as he first checked the computer, before pulling out a key and handing it over to the gentleman in the man =Receptionist= We do in fact have a room available. Here is your key. The first number is the floor level, the second number is the room number. This key enables you access to all facilities inside the hotel, such as the gym, sauna and various other activity rooms. You might also like to make a visit to The Blazing Dragon, by far the best restaurant here or anywhere in the galaxy. We hope you enjoy your stay with us.
Post by Zion Morviael on Apr 29, 2013 7:17:12 GMT -8
OOC: Galaxy's End Casino in Orbit of Coruscant
Zion eased the engines back as the Barloz exited hyperspace above Coruscant, nearby to where the Casino orbited the planet. It had only been a couple months ago that he had last been here on Coruscant, stranded for a year, before one day meeting Jinx and her rather eccentric crew. If not for them, he'd still be down there looking for a way to escape, but on the other side of that coin, he could have avoided the pain and suffering of the past few weeks. He couldn't afford to think like that, if he had not met Tigress, she would have still been a prisoner, the Chiss would have had a rather large bomb crisis and he would have more missing blanks of memory. But at the moment, his biggest priority was helping Tiggy, which was why he was here at the Casino, to pick up a machine Caoimhe claimed could help give Tiggy a fighting chance of recovery. The Barloz slowly lowered down, before it's landing gear contacted the platform, which then lowered down through a shield into the hangar corridor. It really was a beautifully built ship, in fact Ithorian Herdship's were hard to come back, and Zion commended the owner on his ability to obtain one. He then turned his attention to the hangar bay that the platform was now depositing the Barloz into as he powered down all systems, before grabbing his small suitcase packed with various holiday items that he was doubtful he would use, but never-the-less a cover had to be maintained. He then descended the boarding ramp, before using his datapad to close the ship up, after all there was quite a few less reputable characters here then there was at the hospital, so he needed to remain on alert to any suspicious characters, especially considering he was meeting an agent of the Cinn Ion. The last thing he wanted to do was fall for an obvious trap, that said, coming to the Casino alone was inviting himself to being caught as was. Zion then crossed the corridor and made his way into the underground entrance, navigating his walkways towards the Palladium Hotel, since he would require a room booking, despite only staying one night, since he would grab the machine and leave immediately, not wanting to risk Tiggy's health just to maintain appearances. He'd outrun the Cinn Ion before and he could do it again if need be. Zion entered the lobby a few minutes later, approaching the front desk where a receptionist manned the station. He nodded to the man as he stopped in front of the desk =Zion Morviael= Hi, I was just wondering if I might book an over night stay in a penthouse? It's just I've been given some short leave from my place of work and want to be able to enjoy my stay here...
Braenden nodded his thanks as he accepted the key and lead Jessie and Darren over to the turbolift, the three of them piled into the lift with their luggage before Braenden pushed the button for the floor number corresponding to the first number listed on the key card before the doors closed and the lift started to ascend the towering hotel. They watched as each floor sped by as the lift gained momentum as it made the middle part of the journey, before slowing down as it arrived to the first floor of half level penthouses. Braenden then exited the lift first, before the other two followed as he approached the first door and inserted the key, causing the double doors to unlock and open inwards automatically, revealing the pristine penthouse apartment that would be theirs for the next couple nights =Braenden Morviael= Right, well I have the Master room, I trust you two can sort out between yourselves the other two rooms...
=Jessie Caird= Absolutely... Braenden then took his bag to the master bedroom, while Jessie and Darren flipped a coin and took rooms on either side of the master bedroom. Braenden placed the case at the foot of his bed on top of the mattress, not intending to unpack too much while staying here since they'd no doubt be sooner unpacked then they would be leaving to head back to Ralltiir, assuming of course this friend of Caoimhe's got in contact with him soon and they were able to exchange the machine quickly. Braenden checked his comm link was at his waist before heading out of the room to the slightly sunken lounge area where Darren and Jessie were already seated on couches and watching the holoscreen, catching up on what appeared to be some sort of TV show. There was a time he would have enjoyed watching a TV series to see the new exploits of the characters each week, but that was a long time ago. These days he feigned interest while deciding how many times he'd seen the same story over and over again and seeing if they would pull out any new tricks this time around
Amber was about to head across the corridor when another platform lowered through the roof, bringing with it a new ship, a Barloz-class by the look of it's design. But the guns and armour plating style seemed to suggest this was no ordinary Barloz-class, so she set off after the platform as it descended the corridor and placed the ship in a ground level docking bay. She ducked into a hangar bay a couple away from where the ship had been deposited and waited to see who the owner was Perhaps she could ask them about the custom modifications they had done to the ship, after all they looked like extremely hard to come by parts, they were definitely not stock standard parts you could get anywhere. They would have had to either special order them, or have killed some pretty important people She then gasped as she saw the man, felt his presence, as he exited the hangar bay and made his way across the corridor towards the city underground. She suddenly spun around and placed her back against the wall and leaned her head back as she caught her breath No, there was no way he could be here, not him, anyone but him. But now she knew why the Cinn Ion were here, they were here to catch Zion, to finally put an end to him. For that was surely who she had felt, she knew that without a doubt, she had grown up alongside him, acting like his faithful servant as the Caird's had always done for the Morviael family. But he had never treated her as a servant, in fact he had treated her like a friend, or even family, a rare privilege for her to receive She then reached down at her belt and clutched the hilt of the lightsaber that hung there, a family heirloom her father had given her before he had died On that day she had promised him she would protect Zion should she find him ever again. Now she would have a chance to do so. But would he remember her after all these years. She had heard rumours he had lost a good part of his memory after once being captured by the Elementis brothers, but he might just remember her. Would it not be too preemptive of her to interfere so soon. Zion did always have a plan and she might mess that up if she wasn't careful. No, she would keep an eye on him and watch from the shadows, like she always had She pushed off from the wall and sprinted across the corridor and made her way through the underground walkways, following from afar as Zion made his way to The Palladium Hotel. She stopped just short of the entrance and ducked into a side alley There was no way she was going to be able to bluff her way into there. She was just going to have to hope Zion would come back out soon and go somewhere more easy for her to gain access to watch him. While he was in the hotel, he was under 24/7 surveillance by Casino security systems She then sat down and leaned her back against the wall as she rested a little, as well as keeping her self from the attention of passers-by
The Receptionist had been about to head out the back to finish some paperwork when another gentlemen arrived, carrying only a small suitcase =Receptionist= Welcome to The Palladium Hotel! How might I help you today? He then nodded as the gentlemen explained his holiday requirements, checking his booking system again. He could fully understand the man's situation and was more then happy to cater for him, given they had a couple spare penthouses free. He pulled out a key card and handed it over =Receptionist= Here you go sir. The first number is the floor level, the second number is the room number. This key enables you access to all facilities inside the hotel, such as the gym, sauna and various other activity rooms. You might also like to make a visit to The Blazing Dragon, by far the best restaurant here or anywhere in the galaxy. We hope you enjoy your stay with us. The Receptionist then smiled before heading out the back once the man had taken his key and gone up to his room
Post by Zion Morviael on May 2, 2013 5:28:09 GMT -8
OOC: Galaxy's End Casino in Orbit of Coruscant
Zion nodded to the man as he accepted the key before heading over to the turbolift's and taking one up to the first floor of the half level penthouses. He remained impassive the entire ride up, knowing there was a lot at stake and he could not afford to fail, not now, when he was so close to his goal. Success was his only option if he wanted to save Tiggy and fulfill his promise to her. He stepped out of the lift as it arrived to his level and the doors opened. He then checked the first door's number against his key, before going to the other side of the small hallway and putting the key card into the door, causing it to open wide, allowing him to enter it. It was a grand place, it reminded him somewhat of his old family home back on Alderaan all those years ago, a house he was certain either no longer existed or had been made into someone else's family home by now. He then made his way across to the master bedroom and dropped off his suitcase on the bed before pulling out his comm link and the piece of paper Caoimhe had given him with Braenden's number on it. He enter the code in as he walked back out into the lounge area and spoke into it, hoping that he had the right number and was not just contacting some random person who was about to try and kill him, but it was a risk he had to take =Zion Morviael= Greetings, My name is Dr. Warren House. Your wife said I could contact you on this number with regards to the delivery of an item...
Post by Kel Sentriss on May 4, 2013 17:25:17 GMT -8
Through the infinite cosmos sailed the Dysnomia, the flagship of the Second Imperium and of Darth Archais, Sith Lord. It had been only days since they had abandoned their hold on Ziost, a mighty fortress that had promised eventual dominion and displayed a commitment to the Imperium's goal of conquest that drove so many of the soldiers that brandished the Imperial seal on their armor. Those soldiers had watched the Citadel of Ziost crumble beneath the blast that had caved in an entire mountain, and had seen nothing more than a squandering of precious resources that the Imperium had no abundance of to begin with.
Archais saw it as the necessary steps to end a threat that could unseat him, and knew that action had to be taken soon to reassert his place as the head of the shadowed organization of operators that he commanded. It was a line of thought that had plagued him for days. He knew that Ferris, his second-in-command, would do all he could to keep him in power; yet his was a fiefdom forged in the teachings of the Sith, and even those non-Force Sensitives in their ranks knew the hunger of ambition unsatisfied. To speak nothing of the dozens of Force-adept operators that currently crewed the ship, he couldn't afford a mutiny.
A slight cough escaped his throat as he sat at his comm station, parsing reports from their operations all throughout the galaxy. Here, a credit funneling on Coruscant that was beginning to attract unwanted attention; there, a stake in a mining operation on Kessel that was being pressured to sell for decicreds on the credit of its real value by rival entities. It was a mammoth task to keep it all straight, and Archais's head swam as he pondered what courses of action he should take.
He coughed again, this time a little more forcefully. He noticed a twang of a burn in his chest, and cleared his throat once. It passed.
His destinies lay before him, he knew, but destiny never promised survival - it could be equal parts a bloody death as it could a micrometeroid finding its way through the ship's navigational sensors, passing through the hull like Alderaanian cheese and ending his life faster than an eyeblink. Too many saw the Force as a guiding river, as a force unto itself capable of directing its will upon those it touched. He knew otherwise: that the Force was a tool to be used, and that it conferred upon him the mantle, the obligation, to use his power for dominion, to impose order upon the chaos of the galaxy.
Another cough, this one stronger, wracked him. With this one the burn returned, newly strengthened. He reached for a glass of water and drank, feeling the liquid splash down his throat but not abating the fire in his chest. He cleared his throat again, then hit the comm switch.
"Quartermaster," he said, "what was the sodium content of the last shipwide meal?" :Less than three milligrams, as SOP dictates for maximum crew health optimization, sir: came the clipped response.
Something so simple as after-meal heartburn was out of the question, then. In the time it had taken him to verify this, the pain had redoubled, and he fell to the wayside of his desk with a tremor. Hands on the floor, he arced his back and his knuckles whitened as he tried to focus through the pain. This was a sensation unlike any he'd felt before - it felt as if his very essence was being torn asunder, and he felt that if it continued unabated it would not only kill him, but end him so permanently that it seemed unfathomable. An animal terror arose within him, and he let out a low moan as his eyes watered with the pain.
He noticed his vision waver in a way it shouldn't have, almost as if looking over the roar of a crackling flame. An almost...simmering? Why would that be? He staggered to his feet and clawed his way to the small mirror in his refresher station, forcing the mirror out of position to look at himself.
An image of horror greeted him. His eye, his organic one, glowed fiercely with the light of the dark side, that molten gold color that bespoke heavy drawing on the Force for malicious purposes. His skin was red, almost as if he'd been shouting or in intense emotional trauma. Most notably though, a blue glow escaped his lips and when he opened his mouth, it was as though an azure flame resided in his innards and manifested its glow through his trachea. With a start, he recognized the signs.
The dark side was consuming him.
He'd seen the signs, of course. Years of trying to contain such power inevitably eroded a person both mentally and physically, to the point where a middle-aged being could appear ancient and decrepit. That wasn't this, though, this was different. This was the active manifestation of the Force within him, some kind of...feedback that was tearing him apart, and quickly.
His train of thought was interrupted by another pang of fire, this was the most intense yet. He clutched his hands to his face, simply writhing in agony before a wave of rage overtook him. He loosed a feral snarl, and his hands splayed out in front of him and poured lightning into the walls. He had no control over the outburst - he was helpless as his body did as the dark side commanded. The energy left his body in a torrent, overloading the various monitors he had lining the walls and sending various debris flying around his personal chambers. The noise was unbelievable, and while he feared damage to the bulkheads, a part of him reveled in the display. He had been stagnant for far too long, had not challenged himself in what felt like an age. He knew that this was a message from the dark side: he commanded power to great to be left to sit. He must use it, or it would destroy him.
A moment passed, and he was able to reassert control of himself and take stock. The outburst had funneled the buildup of dark side energy from him, and he felt normal. His appearance was normalized as well, and a quick clean-up would remove any evidence there had been any mishap. As he began to clear some of the strewn detritus, a chime sounded at his door. He moved to answer it personally, something he did not often do.
Adur awaited him at the portal, his bone-white mask offering little reflection in the low lightning. He spoke at once, his voice resonating from within the mask's confines.
"My Lord," the Pydyrian said, "one of our operations has returned fruit. The details are here." He offered a datapad in Archais's direction, and the Sith Lord took it without a word.
He looked it over, and his perpetually dour look turned to a crooked smile. He looked up to Adur, at last confidant that he had himself back on the path to his own rise to dominion.
"Prep the unit transport. You and I will be taking a team to Mon Calamari."[/span]
Braenden muted the TV the moment he heard his comm link come to life as he received the message from Warren House. Well that didn't take long for Warren to get in contact with him. Braenden picked up his comm link and depressed the button to send a reply =Braenden Morviael= Greetings Dr Warren House, this is Braenden Morviael. My Wife informed me you would be contacting me at some point. How might I be of help to you? There was something in Warren's voice, a certain accent that reminded him of someone else, that made Braenden wonder if this man was really who he said he was. He would find out soon enough however, since the man would want to meet up somewhere so they could discuss the exchanging of the item. A part of him hoped he was wrong, since it would then put them all in a very dangerous position, while another part of him hoped he was right, since then it could prove to be a very rewarding situation
Post by Zion Morviael on May 5, 2013 0:25:44 GMT -8
OOC: Galaxy's End Casino in Orbit of Coruscant
Zion was a little relieved that he had gotten the right comm number and had not called some random person and confused them. Braenden could indeed help him, but it was better they met in person to discuss their business and the receptionist had suggested the perfect place for them to meet up, he just hoped that there wouldn't be any Cinn Ion there waiting for him as some sort of trap =Zion Morviael= I was wondering if perhaps you had eaten? I hear the Blazing Dragon is highly recommended, would you be interested? This way they could meet face to face and would eliminate the risk of people listening in on their comm links, although it still presented the possibility of unwanted ears listening in, it would give him a chance to meet Braenden in person, which would give him a chance to use the man as a hostage if required and watch the man's reactions in case he tried lying. He just needed to maintain his cover so no one would recognize him, a task in many situations easier said than done
=Braenden Morviael= I would be more than happy to accept that invitation. I'll see you there. Braenden then put his comm link away as he got up from the couch and went up the stairs out of the lounge area. The Blazing Dragon would provide a perfect opportunity for them to meet and talk, he'd been hoping this opportunity would present itself and now he just needed to not mess it up. He then turned to Jessie and Darren =Braenden Morviael= I'll be back soon, don't follow me.
=Darren= Sure thing, just don't get yourself killed.
=Jessie Caird= Are you sure this is a good idea?
=Braenden Morviael= Yes i am sure. There is absolutely nothing to worry about, trust me. Jessie nodded in obedience to Braenden's command, since she was his servant and could not directly disobey him, lest she wanted to incur a scalding. Braenden gave her a quick smile before turning around and heading out of the door, before crossing over to the lift and taking it down to the ground floor and exiting the Palladium Hotel. As he did so, he felt a strange aura nearby, like that of a nearby Cinn D'aois. But he had no time to investigate it at the moment, instead he continued on his way to the Blazing Dragon. He took the elevator up to the cafe area before heading upstairs to the restaurant area, where he got a table for two under his name. He took a seat facing towards the stage to watch the performers while he waited for Warren's arrival, which he was sure would not be a long wait for
Post by Zion Morviael on May 5, 2013 3:12:24 GMT -8
OOC: Galaxy's End Casino in Orbit of Coruscant
Zion pocketed his comm link before checking on the ankle sheath he was wearing to make sure all 5 Throwing Knives were still there. If anything were to go wrong, these 5 knives would be the only weapons he had, given he had decided against the hidden blades unlike that time on Corsucant a few years ago, though he wasn't going to meet a room full of men that wanted to kill him this time. He then went over to the doors and went out through them, locking them behind himself, before heading over to the lift and taking it down to the ground floor and exiting the Palladium Hotel. He stopped briefly as he consulted a map as to the Blazing Dragon's location, whilst feeling that strange feeling that he got when other Cinn D'aois were around. Perhaps Braenden was nearby, after all he was a Cinn D'aois as well, so it made sense he would sense the man if he was not that far away, but he figured it was best not to take chances and so headed off towards the Blazing Dragon. He took the elevator up into the cafe area, before taking the stair case up into the Restaurant area. As he arrived to the top of the stairs he suddenly felt a rather old and powerful presence nearby. It was unlike anything he had felt before, the presence almost worried him as to what he had gotten himself into this time, but it was too late to back out now. He was then guided over to the talk where Braenden sat, the source of the presence that seemed to fill like it literally filled the entire room. Zion smiled as he offered his hand out across the table to Braenden, as he wondered just exactly where in the Morviael family this man sat and whether or not they had met before when he was younger, perhaps his hair colour and slight signs of aging would put this man off his identity =Zion Morviael= Warren House...
The moment she felt Braenden's presence approach she got up and peeked around the corner, watching him as he left the hotel and headed off towards the Blazing Dragon. She stayed still for a moment, before long she felt Zion, before she watched him exit the hotel as well, pausing a moment to consult a map before heading off towards the Blazing Dragon as well She couldn't help but wonder why the two men were both headed to the same place, it couldn't be mere coincidence. No they must have been in contact, which would mean either Zion doesn't know who Braenden is, or he thinks they are alone. She had to admit so far it seemed like they would be, but she could not take the chance that another group had not arrived and were waiting at the Dragon to ambush him She crept out from the alley way and cautiously made her way through the crowd, tailing Zion at a safe distance so that he wouldn't sense her, but not far enough she would lose sight of him. She watched as he entered the elevator up to the Dragon and knew then that she would have to go up there as well. She snuck around the back and went through an employee entrance into the Blazing Dragon, since she'd stand out like a sore thumb if she went up to the restaurant area dressed as she was. She then made her way up stairs to the restaurant level, keeping out of the way of the waiting staff and performers as she made her way into an employee's only dining booth in the dining area. As she sat down, she had a perfect vantage point to keep an eye on both Braenden and Zion as the latter arrived to the table and greeted the former Now she could keep an eye on both of them and ensure Braenden didn't try anything and intervene if this did turn out to be some sort of ambush. But then if it was an ambush, had she also unwittingly walked into it as well, playing right into the hands of the Cinn Ion like they hoped she would. No, she needed to keep her cool and not over react, Zion would need her to remain calm and collected and ready to react if he needed her help, even if he didn't realize she was here
Braenden smirked as he felt the arrival of his guest, through both his Cinn D'aois sense and the Force itself. A doctor with force abilities was not surprising, since force healing and force sense were both very valuable assets for a doctor to have, but the Cinn D'aois element was most curious. The man then came into view and stood at the opposite side of the table and offered his hand out as he introduced himself. Braenden extended his own hand and shook Warren's hand =Braenden Morviael= Braenden Morviael... It's a pleasure to meet you Warren. please take a seat, I imagine there is much to discuss and a meal is much more enjoyable when seated... Braenden nodded as he broke the handshake and then picked up his glass and took a drink. He definitely did not look like the man he thought he was, but they did share a distinct resemblance to one another if they were indeed separate people. There was perhaps a way to find out, but he needed to approach the subject with great subtlety if he wanted to avoid a confrontation. After all, if it did indeed turn out to be Zion, he would need him to be willing to trust him and go along with his plan
Post by Zion Morviael on May 11, 2013 4:16:35 GMT -8
OOC: Galaxy's End Casino in Orbit of Coruscant
Zion nodded in agreement with Braenden's statement about a meal being more enjoyable when seated as Braenden broke off the handshake. He then pulled the seat out and sat down opposite Braenden, while the other man took a sip of his drink, perhaps one of the most distinguishing things a member of the Morviael family could do. Zion ordered a Corellian Whiskey on the rocks as he turned back to Braenden, knowing he was going to have to do his best to not follow his usual habits, less he wanted to give himself away. The waitress returned soon after and handed Zion his whiskey which he thanked her for, taking a sip of it before placing it on the table =Zion Morviael= So you are Dr Morviael's husband. She speaks highly of you, she said that you would have my item with you, something that a patient requires fairly quickly, So if it seems I am rushing things, there is a good reason why... With that said I was hoping we could perhaps skip ahead to the handing over of the item... He didn't want to waste time over small talk for a number of reasons, one of them being that he ran the risk of this man discovering his true identity, and while they were family, given he was Caoimhe's husband, he was sure the man's loyalty lay with the Cinn Ion, meaning he was duty bound to either capture or kill Zion. It was not a situation he could waste his time dealing with while Tiggy's life hung in the balance
Braenden studied Warren as he sat down and ordered a Corellian Whiskey, a rather interesting choice of drink, but then quite a few people somehow managed to enjoy the stuff, he preferred a more cultured Whiskey, but perhaps that was just a sign of his age when it came to drinking. As he watched Warren accept his drink, he noticed the jagged scar on Warren's palm, a coincidence perhaps, but something that made him more certain his gamble would pay off. He gave a reassuring smile as Warren asked to get things moving along =Braenden Morviael= Of course, I completely understand. Please follow me to my ship, it is there that your item is currently being kept safe... Braenden then withdrew a credit chip and placed it on the table before ushering Warren to follow him as he lead the way down the stairs and over to the elevator, before it took them down to the underground level. He kept in the lead as he did his best to follow the signs back to the hangar corridor, quickly moving across the floor of the corridor and then up a level to the hangar bay where his ship was sitting. Braenden pressed a button on a control in his pocket, before the ramp lowered and allowed them access to the ship =Braenden Morviael= Please come aboard, you can inspect your cargo and we can take it to your ship if you are satisfied...
She watched as the two had a brief meet and greet, both doing their best to hold back from the other. It was almost like watching the world's briefest poker game as not long after Zion received his drink, they were getting up and leaving. Although she wasn't sure what was said, she knew it was best to just follow and see how things panned out With that thought on her mind, Amber got up from her chair and made her way back down through the employee only area's and went out the door into the alleyway which she followed back to the main walkway as Braenden and Zion made their way back towards the hangar corridor She made sure to keep plenty of distance between herself and them in case either one of them sensed her presence, after all if she was detected, it would defeat the purpose of observing them and not making her self known before now. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing though at this stage, after all why would they be heading back to the hangars... unless Braenden was planning to kill Zion without witnesses, in which case a ship would be the perfect place She reached down and pulled her lightsaber free of her belt and gripped it in her right hand as she continued to follow Braenden and Zion to the hangar corridor. She stopped in the shadow of the doorway out into the corridor as the two men crossed the floor and went up to the second level and moved around the back of the ship If she broke cover now, she would have to go all the way across to the other side and go through with a rescue attempt, since at that close a range they would sense her even if she tried taking cover. But she also ran the risk of ruining any plan Zion might have, though given what he was wearing, it didn't seem like he was planning any sort of trick. No, she had to take this chance and take responsibility for what ever may happen, good or bad She then broke cover from the doorway and sprinted across the corridor floor, the ship obscuring the view Zion or Braenden might have of her. As she closed in on the opposite wall, she pushed off from the ground and jumped up onto the emergency access ladder and quickly climbed up to the second level before swinging around the side of the hangar bay entrance and sprinting around the side of the ship as she ignited her lightsaber, the blue blade coming to life with the snap hiss that was unique to a lightsaber. She brought the blade over her head and swung downwards as she closed in on Braenden as he stood in front of the lowered ramp
Post by Zion Morviael on May 11, 2013 22:54:03 GMT -8
OOC: Galaxy's End Casino in Orbit of Coruscant
Zion nodded as Braenden tossed a credit chip onto the table to cover both the drinks, before getting up himself and following Braenden as he lead the way down and out of the restaurant and through the underground. He remained silent and didn't say a thing as he followed along, doing his best to prepare himself for just about anything that might happen. Soon he would have what he had come for and then Tiggy could begin to fight back and defeat this illness. He followed Braenden across the corridor floor, he looked to his left and saw where his ship sat on the ground level two bays over from the hangar bay where they were headed. Perhaps luck was smiling upon him this day at last, a short journey between the ships to transfer the cargo and he could be on his way again. He made his way up to the hangar bay and around to the back of the ship as Braenden lowered the boarding ramp and welcomed him aboard. He was about to go up into the ship when he sensed something out of place, someone was approaching them and fast, possibly sprinting judging by how fast it was getting closer. He smiled at Braenden before kneeling down and pretending to adjust a buckle on his boot as he felt the person getting closer. He slipped his pant leg up a little and unsheathed the phrik throwing knife, before quickly getting up and bringing the knife into the swing of the lightsaber blade, blocking the saber in mid air =Zion Morviael= You're not going to be able to kill me that easily... He then lowered his gaze from the blade to look at the wielder of the lightsaber, suddenly he faltered a little his arm slipping backwards a little, before he regained his hold. He almost could not believe who it was, but as his memories of her came back, he could not doubt who this woman was. He then shifted his stance and used the knife to push the blade over his head and to the side =Zion Morviael= Amber? The girl with whom he had grown up with as a child, who had worked as his personal servant, who he treated as a friend and had been like family to him. Although she had grown up a little bit and she was a lot more... hotter, in his personal opinion... he still recognized her despite all the years since he had last seen her on Alderaan when he had told her father to take his wife and Amber and get off Alderaan =Zion Morviael= Your parents?