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Post by Aysá on Dec 16, 2015 14:07:47 GMT -8
No, I agree. There's a lot more to being who and what we are than just, as you say, reciting the words. In some respects we are forever bound by our chains. As soon as one link is broken then another one forms to take its place that's harder to break than the last. But ...
She paused to take a sip of her water.
The moment we stop trying to break these chains is the exact same moment we stop being, the moment we stop existing. Forgive me if I preach my lords, this is but my humble opinion. Sometimes my views on our faith and our holy words have been the source of much ... Heated debate, let's say.
Aysa stopped when she felt the subtle pressure against her subconscious. She glanced to Stormro briefly then looked to Ver'metus with a smile. The way Stormro's words slipped into her mind differed greatly to the way Ferinus had tried to enter her thoughts. Phantom's companion had been cold and intrusive and he had been met with a raging inferno, Stormro was direct but subtle in the same twisted breath.
<< The devil lingers in the minutest of details but in this instance they are of little consequence. I shall entertain your little inquisition since you asked nicer than Ferinus did. Yes, I am trained in the ways of the Dark Side, by a master that fore-filled his role to perfection and whilst I don't claim to be as battle hardened as those that joined us this evening, that is not to say that I do not possess other ... Talents. Do I give the impression that I am a sheep in need of a Shepard? >>
Aysa was quite "matter of fact" in her reply but not rude and if she came across that way it was certainly not her intention . When her true voice filtered into the air once more, she was speaking directly to Ver'metus.
The Vong and the Jedi are the worst for the polar opposites of the exact same reasons. What was it that you were doing on Kamino, if you don't mind me asking? I get the impression that you would rather have been back underwater than sat here with us at the beginning of out little soirée.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Dec 19, 2015 17:09:24 GMT -8
Stormro chuckled in response to Aysa's musing, particularly the comment that such discussions often turn into heated debate. "I should very much like to hear your views sometime Aysa; our order has existed for thousands of years, ever since the close-minded Jedi sought to destroy us for the crime of daring to believe differently than they did, and we are no better than they if we are unwilling to at least listen to the ideas of those who differ from the norm. Such...heated debate, as you called it, is as much a form of conflict as any clash of blades, and we can better ourselves through such discourse just as much as we can better ourselves upon the anvil of war..." As his audible voice trailed off it manifested again in her mind, continuing their mental conversation with an amused tone. "You do indeed give that impression, although it is clear that you hardly live up to it. You wear your mask well Aysa, if that is even your true name. Regardless, my offer still stands; should you ever have questions or wish to learn something which you do not know you are welcome to come to me. Not as a student, but as a fellow Sith." With that he withdrew his presence from Aysa's mind, his sphere of influence shrinking until it was all but invisible. He kept his mind open for a response, however, as it was now clear to him that she could easily reach out to him should she wish to. Should she reach into his mind it would almost be as if he had a waiting room ready for her. Turning to Nel, Stormro smiled with anticipation as he continued with a segue from his audible conversation. "Speaking of such verbal and intellectual conflict, I am curious to hear what you have to say Apprentice. Clearly there is something on your mind..." He looked at Nel as he put her back in the spotlight, his grin widening slightly as he watched and waited for her to speak.
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Post by Nel Bukk on Dec 20, 2015 21:59:13 GMT -8
The Zabrak lifted her head sharply as her title was spoken, her gaze flitting to her Master and blinking in surprise. Her thoughts ground to a halt as she was suddenly thrust into the center of attention once again. What was it about her that she kept doing that kept drawing his attention? If she knew that, she could change it, but she dared not ask that, not here in front of the other two. Her foot shifted slightly under the table, as if readying to bolt, but the rest of her seemed calm... save her knuckles that gripped at the box in her lap. Those were white on the box, another sign of her emotions that she mostly kept from her face. "I..."
She stopped and took a breath as her thoughts began to order themselves again. Nel looked from her Master and smiled at Aysa. "I have a lot of questions I would like to ask, but I'd be afraid of boring you."
It wasn't an outright lie, actually. She did have many questions, like a child would for an elder sister after not seeing her for a while, but she also had no idea how to word them without getting into some form of trouble or another. Her smile gained a more genuine note, even, as she relaxed marginally. "You are just so... fascinating and it would be an honor to get to know you better. And you as well."
She turned to Ver'metus with the last part of her statement, her hands loosening now on the box she held onto, before looking back to Aysa again, going quiet though as Aysa addressed Ver'metus. She leaned back in her seat, trying to keep her composure as best as she could given her surroundings. She felt on edge, even now, but it had nothing to do with what was in the room with her. That anger she had felt still bothered her on some level, but she slowly pushed herself back out, making herself bigger again, but she was hesitant to become too much of a target.
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Post by Ver'metus on Dec 22, 2015 14:37:37 GMT -8
Ver'metus eyes narrowed as he recalled his many reasons for not liking the vong.*
The Vong are a disease for which there is no cure. The only answer is to destroy it. The Jedi like the Vong are a disease, but their is more then one way to deal with it. Jedi can fall given the right.... motivation. Vong can only kill. Or die. You can not change a Vong.
*Ver'metus relaxed as she changed the subject to that of Kamino.*
Kamino for a short time was a hidden home for me and Ferinus. We left the Academy on Kashyyyk to forge our own path. We went our own ways after a time, I spent a time looking for a sect of sith to throw in with, ultimately finding that none carried ideals I was willing to throw myself in with. So I went off to do my own thing. I went back to Kamino to self-exile and focused on my own projects. And who do I find... But Ferinus returned home as well.
*the old sith frowns as Stormro's apprentice spoke, her words were few and far between, he would not get in the way or interfere with Stormro's apprentice, at least, as long as she were to mind herself unlike many of Feral's failed to do. He acknowledged her words and forwns further at the ones she chose.*
Young apprentice. You needn't worry about boring us with questions. How would one grow if not with questions? I would rather see a redundant question, than to see foolish action. Ideally neither would occur. I would hate to kill another Sith's apprentice...
*he smiles to himself thinking of the fate of several sith apprentices that never survived to see themselves become worth sith lords. and then frowns slightly again.*
..Sorry... There have been some rather pitiful unworthy dark side users that claim to be real sith apprentices in a few of the academies i have seen over the years. At least with Stormro you should be well trained if you reach the end.
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Post by Zadea Ordo on Dec 22, 2015 14:53:37 GMT -8
*Zadea frowns slightly looking at the saber being plucked from her fingers, she frowned further feeling the voice of Ferinus in her mind. She shakes her head, and her short white hair bounced as she does. She wasn't fully sure what had come over her. Especially after having three of her own was normally in awe of young babies, not filled with bloodlust. She sighs deeply as she tried to relax and calm herself, with the anger dripping through the room, and her current state, it proved difficult to come to a normalcy.
Her eyes met Ty's as she came closer, her eyes locked onto Ty's as she sighed deeply, her eyes felt heavy and things felt as though she were seeing them from many sides at once. She heard Ty's words, and looked down at her hands, and then up at Ty again. She shakes her head gently again as she whispers softly at Ty, as though if she were to speak louder then a whisper she wouldn't control her voice, being as exhausted as she were didn't help a whole lot.*
I don't know what came over me...
*She frowned softly, her expression and appearance now seemed more confused then threatening, she looked as perplexed as she sounded and would feel through the force.*
...You.. everything.. seems so.. Foreign.
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Dec 28, 2015 18:57:58 GMT -8
**Ferinus looked plainly ahead at his brother. He felt his breath mere inches from his face. It was hot....but nothing compared to the hot waves of anger pulsating from him. The Dark Side was roaring within him, begging to be unleashed. As much as Ferinus found the energy delicious....he knew it could not be sated. Not now. Not here. Not with them. Logic had to prevail....and he was thankful Phantom could still see that.**
"I'll gladly escort them, brother," he said lowly, keeping his eyes trained on his fellow Sith. "No Sith wishes to see this day come....trust me....I know....but they do. You will know what to do in time, Phantom. Take a few moments. Embrace your anger and turn it. Turn it into the energy that will prevail."
**Ferinus watched as Phantom stormed out....also thankful that his face was not that control console. Not today, anyway. The day was young yet.
As Chel spoke, Ferinus nodded down toward her. Though she looked a bit more stressed than the last time they had met, her beauty and strength were unmistakeable. He knew she would prevail through this as well.
He raised his hand and stretched out his index finger and a nearby cabinet door opened.**
"He always keeps it stocked and quite well. You needn't worry, Chel. You should worry more about yourself, to be frank."
**Tyrana approached him with the.....the....nugget. She touched his arm and he could feel her thoughts touch his. While he sensed her great concern for Chel, he knew what the next course of action should be.**
<<We both know she has a strength about her that will see her through. I know you worry about her....but she now knows a level of intimacy with Phantom that neither of us can comprehend. I know what he's feeling. I've felt it before. He'll come around.....or we'll all die. Either way.>>
**Ferinus shook his head and grumbled.**
"Either you have a death wish, Chel, or you know something about Phantom that I don't. The stubborn strength of women knows no bounds. Still, at least take this...."
**He handed her small vial of deep red liquid.**
"....with the wine. Concentrated antioxidants. If you're not going to come to the med bay, at least treat your body to some strength, yes?"
**Ferinus turned back to Zadea. Her voice was trailing off again. He shook his head. Was he quickly becoming the curmudgeonly doctor?**
"Alright, you, back to the med bay. I know you don't like it, but you could use a steroid.....or two...."
**He went back to the chair and hoisted Zadea back onto his shoulder without asking. He was done playing games. He nodded to Tyrana to follow him with the....nugget....before turning back to Chel.**
"Just....try to....not die, alright? It is honestly good to see you again, after all."
**He led Zadea and Tyrana out of the room and into the hallway once again. This time, he looked down at Tyrana and the baby.**
"Well, that could have gone better. Actually, anything could have gone better. A baby?! Here?! Now?! This is a grave distraction we did not need right now...."
**His mind raced as they approached the med bay. He marveled at how ridiculous the four of them must look, he shouldering Zadea walking with Ty holding a baby.**
"I suppose now I'll have to tell the others that Phantom is a bit....indisposed now, yes? And by indisposed, I of course mean he could literally kill anyone at any time because he's in a kriffing state because he just found out he has a baby!!"
**He practically growled out the last word. Not at Tyrana or the baby, per se. Just at the air, in general. He needed a drink.**
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Dec 29, 2015 9:30:40 GMT -8
His body was still attuned with the force and could feel all but one leave and it was the one that caused all of this in the first place. Turning from the wall that he had punched and looking it over he cracked a smirk. The large indention was testament to the mechanical augmentation and with the way the psychosis and upgrades were going, he would be more machine than man and the ability he would have would only expand
Turning from the wall, he headed to his closet and stood on the plate, the mechanical arms of the closet slid out and jammed into the ports of his arm and leg, unscrewing them and putting them in slots before selecting a new arm and leg that were then attached. A less lethal arm would come in helpful with keeping Chel alive.
How else was he expected to react, the universe was moving along as it should have with him keeping tabs on everything and she had been buried in the past along with everything else he had burned? On top of all of that, a child? Of all things a daughter who not only he would want to care about but that had the namesake of his older sister.
The emotions that he had repressed after that fateful day had slowly bubbled back up, adding waves of anger to what he already was feeling. The pulsing hatred from his body would be felt by anyone near and it would take time for that to calm down. Cracking his neck he headed out of the closet and exhaled before walking out, his amethyst eyes looking over to Chel but saying nothing, instead he walked to the bar taking a bottle of Corrilian spiced rum and bit down on the neck, his sharpened teeth breaking it and as he crunched down on it and drained it with the rum within, he looked at Chel seeing what she would do or say
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Dec 29, 2015 18:52:29 GMT -8
Chel nodded to Ferinus and accepted the vial from him and offered a tired smile, her sharp features contrasting harshly against the even paler hue her skin had become. Turning her back to them she leaned against the counter, holding the cloth over her wound with one hand, and sipping her wine with the other. Clearly she was dismissing them.
It's okay Zady, I've always got a soft spot for you, don't push yourself.. Ty allowed Feri time to gather Zadea and then followed him out of the door. She walked on the opposite side that Zadea was on, holding the baby as far away from her as possible. She heard Feri's voice in her mind and gave something of a smirk and rolled her eyes at him. So Chel was on an intimate level with her Big Brother that neither Ty or Feri could comprehend. That of course was only half true. She grinned slyly and shifted her gaze at him out of the corner her eye and scoffed. Speak for yourself, although I hope you and Phanty don't have that kind of intimacy, that would be... that would make...... some sense.
Ty barked a laugh that startled Ci and she looked down at her with an overly animated happy face and made cooing sounds until the baby smiled back. She grimaced slightly when Feri mentioned that it was a horrible distraction not needed and then growling. Ty jumped away from him slightly, instinctively covering the baby with her body. Once she realized he meant no harm to the child, Ty continued walking silently for a couple of moments before sighing and grinning guiltily at him.
That would be my fault. Actually..... I wasn't completely honest with you and Phantom. I didn't show up on Kamino because I was bored.... I've been with Chel since a few months before Ci'anne was born. She called me one day out of the blue while I was with my Papa. Says she has something of dire importance to speak with me about and asks if i can come to her. So I do, thinking she wants me as a model or something for her newest line. When I show up at her apartment on Coruscant.... Bam! An extremely pregnant Lady Chel. Of course first thing I do is pretty similar to Zady's reaction... Pulled my whip on her and told her I'd take care of it for her but-.......
To this point, Ty had been just rambling on, looking at the ground as she spoke in a rushed, low tone. Now she hesitated as she looked up at Ferinus
She didn't want me to, I thought she would, according to her she was done with the thought of children after what happened to her in the past and her failure of an apprentice who offed himself when the training got too hard... She said she wanted to keep it, for, and I quote "reasons that are my own and will be revealed to you in time" whatever that means. She asked me that once the baby was born if I would... find Big Brother. I thought she'd just want me to give him the word, but she wanted to tell him herself. I knew I'd be in trouble with him, I didn't think I'd run into you... Or Zady! Ah, but I couldn't leave her until the stupid kid was born....
She offered a sigh and looked down at Ci'anne and smiled softly
Day of delivery came and I was the first to hold her. I had every intention of killing the little nugget as soon as she was free from Chel. After all, I know Big Brother's....... history..... but when I held her I couldn't bring myself to do it.... I mean she didn't even cry! What kind of freak creature is that? Look at her Feri!!!!
Ty held the baby up in front of Ferinus (keeping her eye on the unpredictable one supported on Feri's shoulder) and at that exact moment, Ci'anne looked up at Feri with big amethyst eyes and gave a gurgle of fascination.
How can I kill this little cute little-.... nugget of darkness? Maybe I'm..... maturing! Oh gods!! That would be awful!!
She blanched but the act didn't seem too serious on the matter
Chel stayed leaning against the bar, partially because to sit on the sofa would put her back to Phantom's room, and that would be a mistake on her part with him so angry. It was also partially because she knew the moment she removed herself from the counter she might collapse where she stood. The footfalls of the others had died away and Chel stood in silence, calming her nerves. She was enjoying the quiet as she sipped her wine, eyeing the rest of the liquor and wondering if she could use something stronger, just as Phantom emerged from the other room. She froze, her glass to her lips, eyeing him cautiously. Watching him as he tore through a bottle of rum and just stared at her with a gaze that could burn a hole through her, she held his look with her own. After a few seconds she looked away from him to the vial Ferinus had given her and pushed it across the counter top towards Phantom. She looked up at him through her lashes and sighed. What did she say to him now that they were alone? What could she say that wouldn't get her killed? Taking a rattled breath and focusing her gaze as it had started to blur slightly... I am sorry, for springing back into your life like this. In all honesty I didn't think Ty would find you so.... quickly...
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Post by Kaan on Dec 29, 2015 23:20:41 GMT -8
Hours pass as the Sith sits motionless, the crystal floating in front of him. Even as the ship nears its destination, he remains as he is, all his thought bent toward the spinning shard of ore. The time spent in meditation has discolored it, and it dimly glimmers with a crimson light. Other components lift from their place at the workbench and fly to the place in front of him, orbiting at various levels around the crystal. Pieces begin to join; bits of metal, wires and plates...the housing of a lightsaber becomes evident over the next several minutes whirling around the crystal shard. One by one, the parts move closer, shifting into place around the crystal. The hilt takes shape...until at last, the new saber is complete.The Sith stands and reaches out, grasping the hilt of his new weapon. He looks it over, taking in every detail. It was different...not at all like anything he had previously forged. It would suit him, he thinks to himself, as his fingers tighten around the hilt which fits his hand perfectly. He smiles and flips the switch. Crimson light pours from the emitter, lighting the room. The dark red blade wavers and shakes, seeming to be quite unstable. The Sith nods. This was to be expected when using Barab ore. He feels it worth it though. With this new weapon at his disposal, he would cut a burning swath through the galaxy. One day soon, his name would be spoken again...feared again...and this blade would herald his return. Already he can feel the intense heat bursting from the saber's blade; the air directly around it shimmers. With a flick of the switch, the saber deactivates, and he clips it to his belt. Donning his cloak, he leaves his quarters and heads to the cockpit. He meets Alpha, helmetless, in the hallway, who salutes as he passes. He turns back to the soldier. He had bled with this man in battle. He owed him the consideration of a brother for that if nothing else.IC: "You...are recovered, I trust?" a brief look of surprise passes over the man's face, though it is quickly hidden"Yes, my lord. I am ready for battle, if called upon."With a curt nod, the Sith continues on his walk to the cockpit. The other two soldiers do not acknowledge him as he enters apart from short salutes, but he cares little. They were busy with their work, and it was important enough that some of the formalities could be overlooked. He sits in the command chair behind them, gazing out at the blue-streaked sky around them, countless stars rushing past as they travel through lightspeed. This was the part of space travel he hated; one could only stare out the window for so long. He was grateful for a large ship...at least he could wander somewhat. The worst times had been in one of the New Order's interceptors. The design was brilliant, if he did say so himself...small, compact, powerful...small. Hyperspace travel in those things had been a nightmare for someone of his size, especially the cross-galaxy trips. Days stuffed into a tiny cockpit...it was enough to drive a man sane. With a quick shake of his head, he stands and strides out of the cockpit. He spends several hours pacing through the halls of his vessel. His arms ached to be used, his fingers stray constantly to this saber on his belt. Too long, he thought...far too long...when will this end?! He becomes more frenzied as the hours tick by, his fists slowly curling and uncurling, his gait becoming steadily more erratic. He can feel the pounding of his heart in his head. With a cry he slams his fist into a bulkhead, denting it with a burst of telekinetic energy. Surely they must almost be there! This was intolerable! He screams, enraged, primal, forced the dent in the bulkhead deeper. If he didn't get out of here soon, he...All of a sudden, the ship jolts slightly...barely perceptible to most, but his finely tuned senses detect the gentle shift as the ship enters realspace. He races to the cockpit, checking his pace before he enters. He slows his breathing as he looks out the window at the stars, now in their places and not streaking past him. He sighs. They were here...
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Aysá
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Post by Aysá on Jan 10, 2016 11:55:10 GMT -8
*Aysa smiled encouragingly at Nel.*
Sometimes simply asking gets more in the way of results than anything else. But that's not to say I'm adverse to other methods of extracting information. You may ask and I may tell you the answers. You can decide whether they are true or not.
*She looked once more between Stormro and Ver'metus as another tremor rippled through the ship. Her communication with Stormro remained silent in conventional terms at least.*
<< You flatter me, Sir and whilst I have been known by many a name in my time, I assure you that Aysa is my true name. I appreciate your offer, My Lord, and I may yet take you up on it.>>
*She tipped her glass very subtly in his direction, with the brim moving mere millimeters. When she spoke her eyes shifted between the two men and occasionally to Nel.*
I'm not a fan of academies. While there have been some success stories the failings of the many by far outweigh them. The Sith these places breed are questionable and infuriating with their sense of overwhelming entitlement. A master should have but one living apprentice not many.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Jan 10, 2016 16:58:29 GMT -8
Stormro smiled softly at Aysa's comment on Academies, wordlessly returning her subtle tip with one of his own. "While I agree that academies have often created few worthwhile members of our order that does not mean that such institutions are entirely without merit. While an academy is a poor substitute for the individual teachings of a Sith Master there are many things which could be taught that do not require such a relationship. In this, I actually feel that the Jedi have some merit in how they operate their academies. Through an academy prospective Sith could be taught the basics of our order such as the Sith Code, lightsabre combat, and other such things which would create a stable, codified foundation upon which a Sith Master can then build without having to waste time on the basics while also serving as a screening process of sorts. Only those acolytes who prove themselves well enough to be chosen by a master would become Sith, weeding out those who are unfit to stand among us..." As the conversation shifted to Nel and her meek avoidance of expressing her questions Stormro nodded in agreement with Aysa and Ver'metus as they both encouraged Nel to voice her questions, one eyebrow raising in response to her hesitance. "I should have thought that by now you would have understood that I will never punish you merely for asking a question Apprentice. Express yourself..." There was a sense if reproach in his voice, as if he were displeased that she felt as if she could not ask questions. However, in light of Ver'metus' comment he felt as if one final thing needed to be said, even if only to reassure her as the ship slipped out of Hyperspace in the Adumar system. "The only one who will be killing you here is me, and even then only if you give me proper reason to." To Adumar!boards.jedivsith.com/board/374/adumars-orbit
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Post by zabrak Twin Dubh on Feb 15, 2016 21:21:32 GMT -8
**A cargo ship entered hyperspace and moved along**
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2016 8:36:27 GMT -8
In hyperspace, a corvette-class minelayer dropped out of hyperspace early, putting itself in the midst of deep space. On board, it carried the three relay stations, some fifty non-mass transceivers, and thirteen relay satellites that the Quincy had harvested, modified, and directly programmed over the past year - the components that, in their entirety, would make up the Quincy SpyNet. Placing the satellites, transceivers, and relay stations, however, was slow and grueling work - the corvette had to travel by sublight to exact coordinates, whereupon it released a transceiver, satellite, or relay, and then initiated tuning and orientation procedures. In tuning, the onboard communications officers communicated with the dropped component with the ships onboard communication suite, verifying that it was receiving all frequencies, and even testing encryption algorithms and droid brain logic. If everything checked out, they proceeded to orientation - specific coordinates were given, and the component then oriented towards that position - the corvette then made a short hyperspace jump, followed by a several hour sublight flight to intercept that orientations path. From there, another test of frequencies and protocols was done, before, finally, the corvette made the several hour sublight flight back to the primary space land, jumped back into hyperspace, and then repeated the process - some seventy times.
It would take the better part of three months (one week RL) to set up the entirety of the SpyNet array - meanwhile, the disaster that was the primary Listening post would -hopefully - be resolved by the time the array was put into place. Then again, if something could go wrong...it probably would.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jul 9, 2016 9:43:49 GMT -8
**leaving Mustafar**
The navacomp had informed the flight deck crew (comprised entirely of Fel) that it would be an ungodly 17 hours to Nar Shaddaa using the backup (Class six) hyperdrive. It should've been a three hour flight. And all things being equal, Galdaart Fel wanted to spend it in a drink-induced haze. Unfortunately, the ship had other ideas, like mostly falling apart in deep space. Fel had never heard so many alarms and claxons. Pushing the YV-series craft to the breaking point while escaping Coruscant had been necessary, but had dire consequences. No fewer than five essential systems were critical, and several secondary and backup modules were either taking up the slack, or were burned out.
So instead of getting blissfully drunk, Fel spent fourteen hours putting the ship back together, over and over, and cursing hmself for not having Wrench's depth of knowledge about, well, everything.
The air grew hot and developed an acrid small after a few hours as wiring ate itself, and the temperature and circulatory systems went offline, likely permanently. Fel had to close off the secondary compartments and have the passengers remain in the galley for their safety. The ship developed a worrying, constant vibration which grew steadily worse over the next several hours. It would hold. He knew. He just knew. The ship spoke to him when it needed to, and from the outside, it would seem as if he were keeping the decaying hulk flying by sheer force of will, and luck.
Of course, there was some of that, but Fel was smarter, and more skilled than he let on. He knew that once they landed, the ship would never fly under its own power again, but it would get them where they were going. It had to. And he knew it would last. Like his own shell, the spacer instinctively knew what pieces he could let die off, and which parts were vital to their survival.
So it may have come as a surprise to the increasingly nervous passengers (Melia included) though no to Galdaart Fel, when he was finally able to inform them they would be exiting hyperspace for Nar Shaddaa orbit shortly.
He was covered in sweat and grease, his hands cut to ribbons and a smear of blood marring his cheek from the corner of his mouth, but he was sharp, and grim determination drove him. It was time. Once these were gone from his presence, there would be nothing holding him back. Nothing but fate.
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Post by Trent Weston on May 3, 2017 21:27:00 GMT -8
The Midnight Shadow enters the dangerous Outer Rim from the Mid Rim via the Hydian Way, they are halfway to Mustafar.
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Post by Preacher on May 7, 2017 5:13:42 GMT -8
...continued from here..."Like everyone else there I was captured, sold, and waiting to be sold again."It wasn't a lie. But it wasn't the whole truth either. Isabelle looked away for a moment (and he was almost certain she was reflecting on what really happened, just for a moment) and then looked back to him... ...her question wasn't unexpected, as were her reservations and her assertion that his presence seemed out-of-place. About as much as her own.You'd be surprised. The old axiom 'honor among thieves' rings true, at least in this company. As for my reasons for being here, I s'ppose that depends on your definition of 'here.' I'm aboard Adrien Draykon's ship because the Captain is a good man, flawed as we all are, but fundamentally good. And that sits well with me. The nature of his business takes us many places, which suits me. If you meant the larger meaning -- why here he insinuates 'space' in general rather than my home... a thin smile ...I don't think we're there yet, Isabelle. You and me, anybody on this ship for that matter. He left it there. Could've gone further, maybe should've, if he was truly interested in fostering trust. But he was happy with his choice of words. It was true. Nobody here had earned the right to know his motivations. Not yet. And that should have been fine by any measure of expectation. There was silence between them for a moment, and for the first time it was comfortable, not filled with the tension of two who weren't sure they deserved to be on the same side. And that was a good feeling. You feel better. It wasn't a question. I'm glad. There was a shift in the motion of the ship, felt by them both. Silas, not accustomed to space travel, furrowed his brow, pushed off the counter, feeling obviously uncertain. I should go. Check in at the bridge. He turned to go, but looked back at Isabelle. I enjoyed our talk. Truth is everything, isn't it? Hey -- you know Neassa is here, yes? You should let her know you're ok. ...and he walked toward the flight deck, feeling better about Isabelle Eoura for the first time.
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on May 10, 2017 21:19:53 GMT -8
From the moment he had left the cockpit Adrien found his trip to the medbay to be an extremely long one, first stopping off at his office to record the message to Karana and then once more along the way to check their food supplies in the common area. When he had finally reached the medbay he found that Silas and their guest chatting away and decided to check in on Connie while they finished their talk.
The hidden compartment that housed the cryotank holding Connie was only known to him and Erly so he was careful when entering, making sure that no one was around to reveal the location of the door or contents of the room as he opened it. The blueish light resonating from the tank dimly lit the room in a similarly blueish hue. The tank had a small window on the front which allowed Adrien to clearly see Connie's inanimate form as he sat down on one of the crates still left in the room. "Hey Sis." He spoke quietly, barely above a whisper. His eyes lingered on her for a few moments before he closed them and sat back against the wall. He could almost hear her usual chipper voice replying 'Heya Cap!' and an unconscious smile began to form. "What're you workin' on?" 'Nothin' much justa buncha stuff.' "Yeah? Want me to come back later?" 'Nah Cap, I can take a break. Wassup?' "Nothing, just makin' the rounds. Thought you might wanna get a bite." 'Oh sorry Cap, I just ate but 'Seti might. Hey! 'Seti! You want some food? He's always hungry.' "It's alright Connie, I'm not all that hungry myself, just wanted to chat for a bit." 'Well why didn't ya jussay so? Ne'ermind 'Seti! Wassup?' "Nothing really, just wanted to talk. Seems like I never get a moment to do that. It's always on to the next crisis ya know?" 'Right there with ya! Speakin'a the next crisis don't ya have something to do other than sit down here and gossip?' "I do. I just don't know how to do it without you by my side." 'I'm always with ya Cap. Always.'
He opened his eyes and slid off the crate then stepped up to the cryotank and peered inside. He stood silently for a few minutes just staring at her face almost trying to will her awake but nothing happened. He put his hands on the glass wanting to touch her, to make the conversation they just had real but he couldn't, so instead he leaned in and spread his arms as far around the tank as possible, hugging the machine. "I love you Connie." And then he heard it plain as day, 'I love ya too Ade.'
He pushed off and looked around the room, nothing, no one. And then he looked back at Connie's lifeless form for a moment more before he turned and walked away, leaving the compartment and once again heading to the medbay.
Thankfully Silas had finished his conversation by the time he had gotten back and the good looking redhead was still inside. Adrien knocked as a courtesy to his guest but went ahead and entered the medbay before she had opportunity to answer. "You've been quite the buzz around here." His usual cocky, I-know-something-you-don't, I'm-holding-all-the-cards air was certainly present when he spoke, almost as though he were more than fine at the moment. "Had to come see the hottie behind the stories for myself." He leaned against one of the wall next to the desk, he kept his shoulders square to her but was completely relaxed in his composure.
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Post by Preacher on May 16, 2017 5:55:04 GMT -8
Preacher wandered. His vague intention was to head for the bridge, but he ended up in the cargo hold. No real purpose in mind, but he suddenly had plenty to think about. Vague images, emotions and memories that were not his own clouded his thoughts, and Silas was forced to pause, leaning against a cargo crate to clear his mind, and quiet the dull, overlapping images and voices that meant nothing to him, until context was given. He knew this to be an unwelcome side-effect of joining another's consciousness for even a moment, and he often did his best to avoid such measures. He cleared his mind, reaching out with his gift, seeking peace from within. It took a few minutes (he was not an expert in such matters, the curse of being self-taught...) and in doing so, he again began to wander, now thinking in terms of his job with this crew.
Hands ran along the sides of the bulkhead supports, along the duralumin walls of their home-in-space, feeling the cold outside, mere inches from his fingertips. He spent a great deal of time investigating -- though if anyone had been there to ask him, he wouldn't have been sure of what he was looking for. Finally, somewhat sure of himself, he went off in search of someone to run his idea past.
Adrien was speaking to Isabelle, which was good. Finally, he reached the bridge, and walked in, voicing his discovery to nobody in particular, hoping everyone present would have an opinion.
"I have deduced a serious design flaw in our home-away-from-home. There is only a single gangway access from the Starboard (drive) side of the ship, to the Port (cargo / medbay) side of the ship, via the lounge. If we were ever to be boarded, or have need to fight off an internal threat, it would be relatively easy to trap crew members in a non-essential part of the vessel by choking off that access-way. It seems to me a secret hatch or secondary means of accessing the cargo hold, via perhaps one of the crew cabins -- would alleviate that issue..."
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Isabelle Eoura
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Post by Isabelle Eoura on May 17, 2017 20:19:53 GMT -8
Midnight Shadow Medlab
Isabelle's eyes never left Silas once he started speaking, she watched his movements, listened to his tone, and studied his demeanor with curiosity. He was not like most men she had met, any man for that matter. He seemed genuine and honest yet even with his admission that he was reserving some of the details of the why he was here she had a feeling that unlocking those secrets would be done a little at a time. A small smirk formed once Silas had finished.
"I believe the axiom goes, 'No honor among thieves.' Which in my experience is true, but we shall see."
Also there is no such thing as a good man in my experience. They all show themselves for who they really are eventually.
"I'll find her once I get settled. When you get to the bridge please tell Trent I'd like a moment of his time."
She smiled and waited for him to leave the room before she turned her back on the door and rubbed her hand across where her wound used to be still in disbelief that it was healed and with no scarring that she could feel. Of course that wasn't the only thing she needed to worry about, she was a mess and needed to clean herself up. She found a mirror and started to fix her hair when she heard the knock at the door and she looked to see who it was, thinking it was much too soon for Trent to have already come by. And she was right, it wasn't Trent, it was Adrien. She looked him over once as he leaned against the wall and then went back to fixing her hair, replying to him casually.
"I usually am wherever I go, I don't see a reason why your ship should be any different."
Typical smuggler. Not at all what one would expect from the stories or his dossier. The question now is is he playing a part or is he really this care-nothing scoundrel that he seems to be? Only one way to find out.
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on May 17, 2017 21:05:44 GMT -8
She was certainly confident. He wasn't used to getting the brush off and honestly it only intrigued him more. What was more intriguing though is that she knew who he was at all, especially considering he had never heard of her. She must be well connected to someone or a group maybe, which begs the question, why is she here? She left once from what he was told and came back, seems a bit too convenient that she's here, was on Kessel, knows Neassa and Trent, and also knows who Adrien is. But before jumping to any sort of conclusion maybe it's better to give the benefit of doubt here. "You know who I am?" He crossed his arms, "You have me at a slight disadvantage Miss...?"
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