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Post by Thunn Zad on Jun 22, 2019 17:11:03 GMT -8
Arriving on station with an entourage of soldiers flanking him, Captain Ziereal Savard strode into what could be considered the main atrium of the station. Noting the handful of armored soldiers standing behind the Admiral, relaxed, Savard motioned for his men to remain behind him. Approaching the Admiral, Savard extended his hand.
"Admiral. I appreciate the cordial meeting. Under normal circumstances we are a little more...welcoming. Though ever since yesterday morning, things have been everything but normal. I do apologize for the rather aggressive introduction you received from us. You've caught us at a bad time and we are nearly out of options."
The Falleen fleet had already been gone from Falleen far too long already. For all he knew, the Sith occupation was complete and his king was dead. Regardless, their repairs were almost completed. Soon they would be back in the fight for their homeworld. And perhaps he could convince this Admiral to lend a hand...? For now though, he wanted to find out exactly why they were out here.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jun 22, 2019 17:35:53 GMT -8
Fel was quiet, the cold ate at him, just as he was sure it did for everyone else clinging to the exterior of the Sentinel. But in this moment, and those that followed, he knew what needed to be done, and knew that from now on, at least for these few who would remain when this was over, he could not afford the luxury of feeling, or compassion. Floating into the inner airlock, Fel motioned to Damron to run a bypass on the inner 'lock as well. The young man waited for the others to enter the inner airlock to close the outer ring, and Fel grabbed the younger man's arm. No. Now.
He could not see the younger man's reaction through his visor, and there was no need. He knew what this would mean, and his split-second's hesitation told Fel everything he needed to know about the kind of person buried deep within the body armor. Damron wasn't completely at ease with venting the crew, First Order / Imperial, or not. But the fact that a split second later, he moved, and began to work at the access panel, also told Fel that he believed -- at least a little -- that what they were doing was if not the right course of action, at least enough to keep them alive. For now.
Fel let him work, but when it came to actually activating the slice, the old spacer held the young man's arm, shaking his head. I'll do it, kid. Everyone, hold on to something.
And he did. No hesitation. He looked over Damron's work quickly, verified their current state of readiness, and spoke softly into his helmet. Be good little soldiers... and he ran the slice. The effect was sudden, ferocious and explosive as all air was unexpectedly vented from the Sentinel craft. It all lasted about fifteen seconds, and finally, the rush of atmo was over, and pressure equalized, inside and out. Litter and several larger items floated free, and only a moment later, a body, frozen in rictus and with black veins standing out on forehead and neck, floated by locked in its final, pained pose. Fel winced, ever-so-slightly. He had done that. Not the rest of them. It was brutal, a move that was usually reserved for, well... pirates.
He shook it off. In for a penny, in for a pound. He turned on his comms. To the cockpit. Imperial protocol 187: Upon soft seal with an enemy vessel, boarding vessel's airlock shall be sealed if possible after boarding team has breached. It was a calculated risk, but if the Imps were following protocol -- and when didn't they? Then they hadn't vented the Blasphemy. Just the Sentinel craft. The Stormies wouldn't have seen them coming. Not like that.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jun 24, 2019 14:44:00 GMT -8
Idly curious, Amy holstered her left sidearm, and gripped the nearest railing when she heard Fel's instruction. Not too long after, she found out just why he told her to hold on. She barely kept her grip, and watched with morbid fascination as a body floated past her. She found herself more and more intrigued by this man. He chose to do this himself? Not willing to get blood on someone else's hands? She gave him a small sharp nod, and began working her way towards the cockpit.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Jul 6, 2019 14:42:42 GMT -8
Arriving on station with an entourage of soldiers flanking him, Captain Ziereal Savard strode into what could be considered the main atrium of the station. Noting the handful of armored soldiers standing behind the Admiral, relaxed, Savard motioned for his men to remain behind him. Approaching the Admiral, Savard extended his hand."Admiral. I appreciate the cordial meeting. Under normal circumstances we are a little more...welcoming. Though ever since yesterday morning, things have been everything but normal. I do apologize for the rather aggressive introduction you received from us. You've caught us at a bad time and we are nearly out of options."The Falleen fleet had already been gone from Falleen far too long already. For all he knew, the Sith occupation was complete and his king was dead. Regardless, their repairs were almost completed. Soon they would be back in the fight for their homeworld. And perhaps he could convince this Admiral to lend a hand...? For now though, he wanted to find out exactly why they were out here. |
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Post by Thunn Zad on Jul 13, 2019 9:02:03 GMT -8
Ziereal listened to the human Admiral's words. He could sense sincerity in his voice and read that the man actually wanted to help them in his features. A good hearted man, or someone with an ulterior motive? At this point he was hard to tell which, but he needed the aid. Otherwise Falleen would become another footnote on the Sith's conquest of the galaxy. Stepping forward and extending a hand, he spoke.
"Admiral Weyland, you have an accord. We will grant you access to this station's supplies in exchange for your aid on our home world."
This would either be the best decision Savard made, or the worst. Either way, he doubted he'd live long enough to find out which...
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Post by The Elusive Man on Jul 14, 2019 11:21:57 GMT -8
Accepting the Falleen Captain's extended hand and clasping it firmly within his own, he gave a brief shake.
"Understood, Captain. Forward all relevant data in regards to the size and strength of your enemies and let's get underway. We'll formulate a plan on the way there."
Releasing the Captain's hand, Weyland turned to his men.
"Let's lock and load. It's show time!"
Snapping to attention, his men spun on their heel as Weyland strode from the room, heading back to the shuttle. They needed to get underway soon. Fortunately for them, access to this station and first hand experience against the Blackguard was turning this situation into a win-win for The Organization. While it was true he was out here scouting, the truth of the matter was, he was ordered to locate and find the Falleen Navy. The Illusionist had rumors that the Blackguard had made a move towards the Falleen home world, and sent Weyland to find the fleet and make the deal they had just resolved. So far, The Illusionist's plan was working perfectly. Several minutes later, Weyland was back on the bridge of the OSV Artemis with Captain Savard present via holo.
Captain. Assemble your fleet and jump to Falleen. Draw the enemy out to expose their rear flank. We'll jump in behind them and close the trap. Box them in. While your capital ships and ours are engaged, all other vessels should engage in surface activities in order to provide relief to your forces on the surface."
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Post by Thunn Zad on Jul 14, 2019 11:28:21 GMT -8
Snapping off a crisp salute to the Admiral's orders, despite being apart of the Falleen Navy, the chain of command in military ranks was clear. For the time being, Weyland was his superior, until such time that Falleen was liberated or they were dead.
Understood, Admiral. We'll see you on the other side.
As the image of Weyland disappeared from the bridge of the Xizor, Savard barked out his commands.
"Combat stations! All ships, ready for lightspeed. Prepare to come out hot! Helm, take us home."
As several "aye-sirs" rang out in unison, the Falleen Navy closed ranks and pulled away from Silver Station. Minutes later, the fleet jumped to hyperspace...
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Post by The Elusive Man on Jul 14, 2019 13:32:10 GMT -8
As the Falleen Navy jumped away, a hologram of The Illusionist appeared on the bridge. Weyland snapped off a crisp salute.
"Sir."
Pulling a drag off a lit cigarette in his left hand, The Illusionist exhaled slowly, eyeing up Weyland.
I trust you were successful in gaining the Falleen's trust?
Relaxing to the at ease position, Weyland nodded.
"Yes sir. They agreed to grant us access to the fuel reserves at Silver Station in exchange for military help taking their homeworld back from the invading Sith. Your sources were indeed correct. The Blackguard is behind the invasion. For what purpose, I do not know. But this provides us with an excellent opportunity to field test our new droids and see if our soldiers can hold their own against Sith forces."
Nodding in approval, The Illusionist spoke once more.
Then let the testing commence, Admiral. I will want a full engagement report and a debrief once our business out here is concluded. That will be all.
Snapping to attention as the hologram disappeared, Weyland issued his orders.
All ships, prepare to jump to Falleen. Combat teams, ready for hostile engagement. DC teams, stand by. Pilots, get to your ships. We're going in."
As the crew jumped to action, the Organization vessels present formed up and disappeared into hyperspace.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2019 6:37:59 GMT -8
Ruusan Terrain: Underground Lab Blood curdling screams filled the room as the process began. IVs filled with genetic material was attached through multiple lines all over the man's body. The sound of metallic items being moved around could only faintly be heard. From behind a desk, an older man punched in a few commands as the liquids began to drain into the beings body. The screams began to get louder as a couple other that resided upon each side of the man began to cut and probe the flesh. Standing from his desk, Sen moved around, eyes glistening with excitement as the change began.
He was an alchemist and a masterful one at that. Decades had he dedicated his attention to mastering his ability within the Force by way of Sith Alchemy and Magic. He saw it as a means to true power compared to the typical means of brute strength or even mental strength of mental manipulation. He found deep pleasure in creating new things, especially at the expense of another. Yet, as of late, he had refrained in getting directly involved, leaving most of the work in the newest experiments to his apprentices. They needed to learn so to better serve his goal.
As the two alchemists continued their work, another stood behind the beings head, using their mental prowess to control the man. During such moments, the mind almost always fractured. It was here that mental manipulation was important, ensuring these creations gained obedience to their master. There was also a fourth, one skilled with Force Magic working her skills over the changing body to help guide it and give it greater power.
Satisfied with the progress and the control each of them had over it, Sen gave a nod before departing. Shutting the door behind him, everything fell silent. With a deep breath, he looked to his left where a woman was waiting. He smirked as he gave her a glance. Her name was Lilith and had been his first apprentice so long ago. A powerful Sith, she had elected to undergo one of his experiments. Doing so made her so much more as they both hoped. Her skill had almost a golden glow about it thanks to the DNA of the Maelibus, giving it extra durability and the ability to deflect energy a bit. Her four wings that wrapped around her body came from the DNA of the Diathim and a hypnotic speech thanks to both. But that wasn't all she had been capable of. Her skills with fire had grown to unbelievable levels.
"So how are we looking?"
Pushing off the wall, she handed him a datapad.
"Once this next subject is finished, we will have one-hundred Demonacs ready and waiting."
Sen took the datapad as she spoke, looking over the details. The first few experiments certainly had their failures, but after five years of work, they had sorted out the exact process needed to enact the changes he desired from these creatures. But they were just one of many of the forces he sought to create and deploy.
"Very good. And what of Subject 223?"
Lilith looked at the man with a hard stare before shaking her head,
"No matter what we try, somehow she is able to to resist being controled. She also refuses to speak."
Sen tapped his chin thoughtfully before motioning for her to follow.
"What do you say we pay her a visit then?" Making their way through the halls, he stopped at a room with a single reinforced window pane with a guard on each side. Within the room was a single demonic creature attached to a table. He had made attempts at changing the Maelibus and Diathim outside of breaking down their genetic material for other projects, yet out of all of them, only this one survived. Dubbed Subject 223, it seemed she had a name, one she spoke of in those few times she ever talked: Elniri.
Watching the creature for a moment, Sen smirked before activating the call button. "How are you feeling today? I'm told you are still rather uncooperative with your handlers. The more you resist, the greater the pain." |
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Post by Elniri on Aug 14, 2019 5:05:34 GMT -8
Ruusan Terrain: Underground lab
No answer.
Elniri had heard the alcemist within her mind. Oh yes, she clearly understood the man, who tortured her for days.
Weeks. Months?
She had already lost the feeling for time, strapped upon this table, feeling more than miserable about her situation.
Yet her anger was stronger than anything else. With her being the last among those, the alchemist had captured, Elniri felt that her fury was endless.
Bound in chains. Though furious and vengeful as one could only imagine a violated demoness to be.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2019 23:21:49 GMT -8
Sen watched in silence as no response came from Elniri. She had yet to speak no a single soul since being brought in, at least, none that anyone knew of. Not even a hypnotic vocal sound, which was the greatest surprise. While precautions had been taken to avoid the risk, the man figured the Maelibus would have at least tempted to use such power to influence and bring his men in closer, if only to bring them to their deaths. But nothing ever became of that. Such refusal did hamper the studies in figuring out what this new creation was capable of. Still, Sen believed that most, if not all of its primary traits still remained. But it was a pleasing thing to see the sparking energy coming from her tail. Quiet the development, to be certain. Looking over to Lilith, he motioned for her to make a note of it.
Giving a small smirk, he finally responded after a few minutes of silence.
"Such resistance. I admire your strength of will. It’s quite beautiful, but make no mistake, I will break it to pieces if you choose to remain so defiant." He looked at her hard for a moment before finally turning his back to her. He had to know just what she was capable of. He needed the best creations in order to face down the Blackguard, but without further tests, he had no idea if this approach was a viable option. Was this strength of will something all of her race would have or was it unique to her. If it was the former, then he needed to scrap the project and start new experiments before to mo much stock was lost. He’d give it a few more months. If she didn’t cooperate or if he couldn’t break her himself, he’d eliminate her entirely and use her genetic material for something else.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2019 10:16:02 GMT -8
Having finished looking over Elniri and getting nothing from her, he gave orders to Lilith to continue monitoring the creature and to come up with ideas on how to make her cooperate. As the woman left, Sen made his way further down the halls. Elniri was far from the only unique creation he had crafted. There were some projects that were so precious that only a single one existed and it was time to check in on one of them.
After a few turns, the sounds of a saber against metallic objects could be heard. Upon entering an open doorway to a training area, Sen was greeted with the sight of a strange creature fighting against some droids. An elongated head, body covered in a black sheen, no eyes, and clawed hands. It was a strange creature, one that Sen only encountered once. Upon seeing it, witnessing its strength and capability, he had to collect it. It took the lives of many, but he succeeded and began his work. Much like Elniri, he kept the creature intact, seeking to improve upon what was already there.
And he had.
It now had a full bipedal form, possessed high intelligence, capable of telekinetic thought, and could use the Force. He was strong, quick, and agile along-side the acid blood and aggressive nature, which had been tamed by Sen through mental manipulation during the process. It had become a powerful warrior as it learned to better utilize its abilities. It was a shame t was the only one found of its race.
Stepping up to it, Sen spoke with a smile.
"Lord Raptus. I take it you are getting used to your new abilities and adjusting to this form?"
Raptus stopped his actions, taking a few deep breaths that held faint growls and snarling. When it finally turned, a droid attempted to make a move, to which Raptus swung his tail and cut it in half. After a few moments, the creature took a knee before Sen.
Yes, my master. Each day, I grow stronger and smarter. Soon I will understand them entirely and will be ready to enact your plan against the Blackguard. They will not anticipate me or my capabilities. Alongside the others, we shall bring them to their knees before us.
Suddenly, the sound of metallic footsteps began approaching. Yet, they were different from the training droids. They were heavier and held purpose behind them. Behind Raptus, a droid draped in a cape stepped up. Aspects of its design mirrored that of Raptus as it was developed afterward due to its menacing appearance.
That is all well an good. But against such weak machinations, your progress is rather slow. I need to run through the newest progaming I've been updated with. Face me and your progress will grow much better.
Sen chuckled a bit bit as he gave a nod.
"Alright then. You two will begin training together. I need my warriors at their best. We need to be ready should we find ourselves with an opportunity to strike against them." After receiving a bow, Sen departed the training area the two began the next segment of training. DK-F8 was a specially designed droid, built to be a warrior capable of facing down even powerful Force-sensitives. It possessed a laminanium frame and its servos made it strong and faster. It was also enhanced with Sith Magic and Alchemy to be capable of resisting or repelling some Force abilities like Force Lightning. Hacking it normally was nearly impossible and doing so with the Force was a task as well, long enough to be noticed. It was a work of art, just like everything else he created.
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Post by Damron Blue on Oct 2, 2019 11:58:09 GMT -8
Fel was quiet, the cold ate at him, just as he was sure it did for everyone else clinging to the exterior of the Sentinel. But in this moment, and those that followed, he knew what needed to be done, and knew that from now on, at least for these few who would remain when this was over, he could not afford the luxury of feeling, or compassion. Floating into the inner airlock, Fel motioned to Damron to run a bypass on the inner 'lock as well. The young man waited for the others to enter the inner airlock to close the outer ring, and Fel grabbed the younger man's arm. No. Now. He could not see the younger man's reaction through his visor, and there was no need. He knew what this would mean, and his split-second's hesitation told Fel everything he needed to know about the kind of person buried deep within the body armor. Damron wasn't completely at ease with venting the crew, First Order / Imperial, or not. But the fact that a split second later, he moved, and began to work at the access panel, also told Fel that he believed -- at least a little -- that what they were doing was if not the right course of action, at least enough to keep them alive. For now. Fel let him work, but when it came to actually activating the slice, the old spacer held the young man's arm, shaking his head. I'll do it, kid. Everyone, hold on to something. And he did. No hesitation. He looked over Damron's work quickly, verified their current state of readiness, and spoke softly into his helmet. Be good little soldiers... and he ran the slice. The effect was sudden, ferocious and explosive as all air was unexpectedly vented from the Sentinel craft. It all lasted about fifteen seconds, and finally, the rush of atmo was over, and pressure equalized, inside and out. Litter and several larger items floated free, and only a moment later, a body, frozen in rictus and with black veins standing out on forehead and neck, floated by locked in its final, pained pose. Fel winced, ever-so-slightly. He had done that. Not the rest of them. It was brutal, a move that was usually reserved for, well... pirates. He shook it off. In for a penny, in for a pound. He turned on his comms. To the cockpit. Imperial protocol 187: Upon soft seal with an enemy vessel, boarding vessel's airlock shall be sealed if possible after boarding team has breached. It was a calculated risk, but if the Imps were following protocol -- and when didn't they? Then they hadn't vented the Blasphemy. Just the Sentinel craft. The Stormies wouldn't have seen them coming. Not like that. |
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Oct 17, 2019 16:40:24 GMT -8
Sentinel-Class boarding vessel 'Nowhere Fast,' currently docked nose-to-nose with CR-70 'Blasphemy.'
Fel moved quickly, first into the airlock. There's no way he would have let anyone but himself move into a hostile ship ahead of him. He swept -- clumsily, in all honesty (S&D and CQB wasn't his usual angle, so he wasn't as icy as some hardened soldiers might have been, but then -- he was pretty sure there was nobody left breathing aboard the Sentinel. He moved as if deep-water swimming, pulling himself along by grab-handles and extruded piping, much faster than the use of any grav boots. He passed one other cadaver, sitting with flight suit bundled around the waist and in a tank top, a small ruck at the base of her spine, veins standing out on neck and arms. A medic. Fel pushed off the wall, sailing past her to confirm what he already knew, and steadied himself on the seat she occupied, which was bolted to the floor. He withdrew her sidearm, stuffed it in his belt, and unceremoniously tugged off the medkit from around her waist. Looking back over his shoulder, he spotted Ami-Lee and pushed the bag in her direction. It sailed without spinning, unnaturally carving a path through the zero-grav toward her chest.
Fel pressed on, and within a minute of entry, he had reached the flight deck. There were two corpses at the controls, and Fel pulled the pilot back, noting the name on his ident-card. He quickly scanned the controls, remotely activated the airlock hatch, sealing it, and began re-establishing atmo aboard-ship. His fingers flew across the controls, performing a long-range scan, and checking the status of their weapons systems. Finally, he keyed the comm on the last opened channel.
'Portland,' this is 'Nowhere Fast.' Boarding team is Tee-plus 3 mikes. Belay my last chron check. No contact since boarding. Over.
He turned back to the others, nodding as he removed his helmet. There was still a rush of air as the pressure had not yet quite equalized, but there was air to breathe. Step one, complete. We have a Sentinel. Step two. We deal with the boarding team. Log says three squads. Twelve troopers. He sat at the controls and moved the dead Sykes to better access the nose attitude thrusters, correcting the movements to better match the Blasphemy. Ready?
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Post by Damron Blue on Oct 30, 2019 9:37:25 GMT -8
While his magnetic boots were slower, Damron felt a lot more secure than his crew mates floating through the ships atmo-less cabin. The Zeltron made his way to a consul and started working his magic once more. Altering the readings and records of the ship so it wouldn't reflect the sudden and deadly catastrophe. He was done by the time Fel had finished talking to the Portland and turning back to face the leader of the rag-tag band. Once more checking the charge on his blaster, the suit-bound Zeltron shrugged and replied.
Might as well be.
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Post by Aloriya Marev on Jan 5, 2020 0:00:10 GMT -8
*Aboard the Keldabe Class Battleship the Muun'bajir Flying through hyperspace towards Kashyyk*
Aloriya spent a couple of hours painting BL-93 with a coat of black paint. After she had finished that, she took some crimson and accented the droid's shins and forearms.
"How do you like your new paint job BL-93?"
I must say, Miss Aloriya, that this paint job will not afford me the same camouflage As the one I had before.
That's true BL, but now you are sporting our Clan's colors. If the time comes when you need camouflage, we'll either re-paint you, or look into getting you some kind of chameleon armor which will allow you to change your paint at will. I'm not sure if that's a thing, but we'll look into it.
Thank you, Miss Aloriya. What is our mission on Kashyyk? And what tasks do you have for me?
"Well, BL our mission is to obtain as many Wroshyr sapplings as we can. We want to grow them on Mandalore and re-create the tree-top villages the wookies live in on Kashyyk. In addition to that, the trees would produce wood which could be used or sold as a building material, and we will be able to grow them on our home planet to ensure a renewable building material source for the Mandalorian Assembly."
So then our mission is one of economic importance to our clan and home?
That is exactly correct BL. While on the planet, Your task will be primarily to protect me. I have familiarized myself with Kashyyk as much as I could, and my helmet sensors combined with my force senses should be enough to protect me from any dangers, but it never hurts to have more than enough. And its entirely possible I will be to distracted by negotiating with the Wookies for the saplings to sense or notice something. I don't like being surprised. In the event that the osik really starts to stink, your task will be to activate the rest of your ad'ike. They will be loaded on the Komyrk in the drop seats. You will have to deploy them to come to our aid as fast as they can. I'm going to outfit all of you with jetpacks. You know how to use them?
Yes Miss Aloriya, all BL units produced now have pre-programmed data on the use of all Mandalorian Technology.
Excellent. That should make things easier. Once we get back to Mandalore, I want you to upgrade your dexterity programing. I need you ensure that you can move over or through any and all terrain.
Yes, Miss Aloriya.
We will be arriving at Kashyyk shortly, I would appreciate it if you would please see to the other BL droids and get them set up in the drop seats on the Komyrk BL.
Of course Miss Aloriya. I will get to work on it right away.
Excellent. When you're done with that you can wait next to the Komyrk on the bridge, or you can come back here. I will be getting some sleep before we arrive. Please wake me when we drop out of Hyperspace.
Yes, Miss Aloriya.
BL-93 left the cabin and Aloriya removed her armor, and undid her braid. Then she washed up, and went to climb into bed, her red hair cascading over the pillow. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep.
They would be at Kashyyk in a few hours.
About an hour after Aloriya had fallen asleep, BL-93 re-entered the Cabin. He noticed Aloriya sleeping, and positioned himself in a shadow next to the door. Another BL droid was situated on the bridge keeping track of developments there, and in constant contact with BL-93. He would do as he had been tasked. He would protect Aloriya. And he would wake her when they dropped from Hyperspace.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jan 5, 2020 18:11:34 GMT -8
Sentinel-Class boarding vessel 'Nowhere Fast,' currently docked nose-to-nose with CR-70 'Blasphemy.'
This next step was less clear in Fel's mind. In fact, most of this left a bad taste in his mouth. His hands were dirty, and at what point was it acceptable to get home, to get away, to out from under the boot-heel of indentured servitude? And at what point was he just as low as some of the scum he'd traded shots with over the years? He shook that off. No time for it at the moment. He thought for just a moment about his next course of action. It could go one of several ways, but he was intrigued more than anything about the hand fate had in store for him. He reached across to the dead pilot's tightly-clenched left hand, and retrieved a comm-link that was blinking steadily, and then turned the pilot's chair 90 degrees to Port, and slid the corpse onto the floor, taking his place. He popped the comm into his ear as he sat, and began readying his next action.
Hey. Hey -- who's out there, on the other end of this?
He let the air crackle with the open comlink -- decidedly un-Imperial, and against any strict regulations set forth by any self-respecting military faction. The response was short, terse, and edgy.
Jorgensen. Sergeant. Who's this?
You wouldn't like the answer, if'n I told you true. Let me ask you something, Sergeant. Are you a good soldier? Fel's fingers continued clicking, whirring through subcommands and menus and activating different bits of the Sentinel's subconscious. Fel was honest, unrushed, and (mostly) at ease speaking to this man. The range of the comlink was far too short to be picked up by the parent vessel, and there was, for the moment, time. Depending on the soldier's reaction.
There was a change in the soldier's response this time, as if previously he had been moving, concentrating, doing the task at-hand... the unenviable task of navigating and stalking amongst the Blasphemy's twisted, chopped-up corridors. Now, though... it seemed as though the man had stopped. His breathing was altered, as if he knew his quarry was elsewhere. I... I am. What of it?
Well, soldier... I've got a difficult problem for you to solve. One that requires the use of more than your trigger finger. You ready? You're aboard one helluva hacked-up scow, wouldn't you say? I imagine you're nearly to the flight deck... watch your head on the duralumin extrusions aft of the nav centre. What does the good soldier do when he discovers his mark is aboard the ride home, holding the detonator that turns the ship his men are on into a cinder from the inside-out? ...how well do you know the eleven men you're with? Would you say you'd die for them? I had pilots like that once. So there's your problem, Jorgensen. Sergeant. Soldier. You want those troops to live? You got a reason stronger than the FO to get home alive? ...then what's your play? You've read my jacket, right? ...you think I'm bluffing?
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jan 7, 2020 10:06:28 GMT -8
Amy caught the medikit when the man tossed it to her. Imperials, for all their faults, had stellar field medical kits that few could rival the quality of. The First Order actually improved on that. Hooking the kit on, she deactivated her life-support system, taking in a breath of the air, and followed in after Galdaart. She glanced impassively at the corpse of the pilot, then slipped into the co-pilot's seat.
As much as she had no love for the Imperials, once again, she was thankful for their appreciation for efficiency and technology. The Sentinel-class vessel had some impressive sensor and communications suites built in. Working her fingers over the console, she called up the life-form indicators and infrared imaging, first passing a quick scan on board to make sure all that could be found was their own people, once her curiosity was sated, she turned those sensors on the ship they'd vacated, which was now occupied by the crew from this vessel. The infrared gave her and Galdaart an accurate image of exactly where they all were.
She began to monitor the main communications line and sent out passive sensor pings and a quick active burst to check for the nearest Imperial vessels besides themselves. She listened to Galdaart giving Jorgensen an ultimatum, and offered him a quick nod of support whenever he might have looked at her before she turned her attention back to the sensors to make sure no one made a move to return to the Sentinel. She took control of the gunner's systems and trained weapons on the corvette in front of them, but left the arming and firing controls with Galdaart, whenever he felt like it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2020 22:34:42 GMT -8
Having finished looking over Elniri and getting nothing from her, he gave orders to Lilith to continue monitoring the creature and to come up with ideas on how to make her cooperate. As the woman left, Sen made his way further down the halls. Elniri was far from the only unique creation he had crafted. There were some projects that were so precious that only a single one existed and it was time to check in on one of them.
After a few turns, the sounds of a saber against metallic objects could be heard. Upon entering an open doorway to a training area, Sen was greeted with the sight of a strange creature fighting against some droids. An elongated head, body covered in a black sheen, no eyes, and clawed hands. It was a strange creature, one that Sen only encountered once. Upon seeing it, witnessing its strength and capability, he had to collect it. It took the lives of many, but he succeeded and began his work. Much like Elniri, he kept the creature intact, seeking to improve upon what was already there.
And he had.
It now had a full bipedal form, possessed high intelligence, capable of telekinetic thought, and could use the Force. He was strong, quick, and agile along-side the acid blood and aggressive nature, which had been tamed by Sen through mental manipulation during the process. It had become a powerful warrior as it learned to better utilize its abilities. It was a shame t was the only one found of its race.
Stepping up to it, Sen spoke with a smile.
"Lord Raptus. I take it you are getting used to your new abilities and adjusting to this form?"
Raptus stopped his actions, taking a few deep breaths that held faint growls and snarling. When it finally turned, a droid attempted to make a move, to which Raptus swung his tail and cut it in half. After a few moments, the creature took a knee before Sen.
Yes, my master. Each day, I grow stronger and smarter. Soon I will understand them entirely and will be ready to enact your plan against the Blackguard. They will not anticipate me or my capabilities. Alongside the others, we shall bring them to their knees before us.
Suddenly, the sound of metallic footsteps began approaching. Yet, they were different from the training droids. They were heavier and held purpose behind them. Behind Raptus, a droid draped in a cape stepped up. Aspects of its design mirrored that of Raptus as it was developed afterward due to its menacing appearance.
That is all well an good. But against such weak machinations, your progress is rather slow. I need to run through the newest progaming I've been updated with. Face me and your progress will grow much better.
Sen chuckled a bit bit as he gave a nod.
"Alright then. You two will begin training together. I need my warriors at their best. We need to be ready should we find ourselves with an opportunity to strike against them." After receiving a bow, Sen departed the training area the two began the next segment of training. DK-F8 was a specially designed droid, built to be a warrior capable of facing down even powerful Force-sensitives. It possessed a laminanium frame and its servos made it strong and faster. It was also enhanced with Sith Magic and Alchemy to be capable of resisting or repelling some Force abilities like Force Lightning. Hacking it normally was nearly impossible and doing so with the Force was a task as well, long enough to be noticed. It was a work of art, just like everything else he created.
Making her way towards some of the canyons, a hidden entrance revealed itself as she grew closer, shutting once more as she entered. Not wasting any time, she sought of her master. It didn't take long to find him examining the prized experiment that was Elniri, she took a knee before him.
Without a glance, he addressed.
"Darth Amia, welcome back. I take it your mission was successful?"
She nodded.
"Yes, my lord. I have obtained all I could from the Dark Jedi about the Blackguard as well as their own assests. My cover remains intact and in the off chance it has been, I've made sure to cover my tracks."
"Well done. Meet up with Darth Xura and begin uploading and preparing the information for me." With a bow of her head, Amia headed off to do as she was ordered. Looking up, Sen gave a smirk at Elniri. "Soon, your talents will find good use and the final test will begin." |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2020 11:36:32 GMT -8
The glittering of snow fell around Illya, the cold gray background a familiar blur. Illya sat in front of an old, crumbling fountain, any water that lingered in the white stone structure now a pool of ice mixed with crunchy dead vines. Despite the haziness of this place, there was a lingering sorrow that the girl couldn't shake, and as she brought the back of her hand to her warm, flushed cheeks, the feeling of hot tears struck her skin.
"You're progressing so slowly, Illya! By the time the Trials come, you'll be nothing but fodder for the others! You'll make me a laughing stock among the Council!"
Children's mocking laughter echoed around her, taunting her. Memories of training sabers and sticks flashed within view, conceiving a painful remembrance to the beating she had taken. The failing training exercises, beating the acknowledgment of how far behind she was with her training. Her body shook from both the cold and the fear, leaving it even sorer and more exhausted than before. She felt chained into place, though. This place was the only safe spot she could hide. The crumbling fountain outside the decrepit Temple, where the other children dared not venture.
The crunching sound of a footfall within snow forced the girl's gaze to look up. The figure approaching was a beautiful older woman with long, dark hair and stunning teal eyes. There was a comforting warmth about her, Illya's fear melting away like the snow within a summer sun. The next thing Illya could make out, her background had shifted inside. It was dark and hazy, with only the fireplace to light the room. It was another familiar place, but this time, it held a truer comfort. She was nestled up against someone, the calming crackle of fire soothing her like a lullaby.
"Illya…?
The woman's voice was soft and smooth, like a light that could cast out those fears and doubts within Illya's head with a mere word. Lost in this world, she could only hum a sound of recognition to her name, these comforts lulling her into a sense of safety she hadn't experienced in too far long.
"I want you to come with me… Somewhere I think we can better hone your skills. This is no place for you… for us."
Those comforting feelings were suddenly ripped out from under Illya as the fires suddenly exploded with a newfound fury, eating everything in their path. Again, the girl found herself in front of that crumbled fountain. Instead of snow settling around her, though, flakes of ash painted the air with the smell of destruction. Although she didn't speak a word, she could hear her curious words echo, filled with hope.
"Where will we go, Mama?"
A blood-curdling scream erupted through the eerie quiet, adrenaline pounding through her chest. She was left freefalling into darkness as angry shouts filled the streets around her. Illya curled her knees tighter to her chest as she tried to wish it all away, but when she opened her eyes, she found herself once more behind the crumbling fountain.
~ No, the Jedi didn't kill her… ~
A wrenching feeling twisted in Illya's stomach as she looked up through streaming tears. In front of her stood that same woman, clad no longer in black, but sickeningly familiar beige robes that lent an even greater peaceful aura to her. Despite Illya's scowl, the woman held a gentle smile on her lips and left her hand outstretched to her.
~ She left the order and joined them! ~
The child by the fountain released a venomous scream, the Force laced within the sound and shredding away any pieces of sanity that might have remained in a living being nearby. That blood-curdling scream before--it was hers. The image of her mother shattered into a million glistening pieces, floating down like snow, mixed among the ash.
X-70B Phantom-Class Prototype Amaranth -- Medbay Vesperia awoke with a start, finding herself on the medbay table. Her heart rate had skyrocketed from the adrenaline, but her vitals were otherwise normal. She huffed out a few angry breaths through her nose, sucking in breaths through gritted teeth. Her body was shaking as that same pathetic girl's in her dream."Damn it, Nania…" In a violent display of rebellion against her nightmare, against whatever crazed word-voodoo Dun Moch technique Blaze had used in their battle, Vesperia set out a shockwave, destroying a few medical equipment pieces in the process. The catastrophe mattered little to the woman. She would replace them before her next mission with the Academy's supplies. Her ties with the Blackguard were mutually beneficial.With another growling huff, she swung her legs over the side and slid off the bed. Refusing to give Blaze any kind of victory for whatever she managed to implant in her brain, Vesperia stormed her way out of the ship's medbay, only stopping at the threshold to punch a fist into the comlink to hail the cockpit."How much longer until we reach Iridonia's orbit?" Her voice was snarled, and they all knew that she was in a worse mood than usual. At the very least, Kurpax would have good news for her regarding their estimated time of arrival. The venture back had been mostly uneventful, smooth sailing for both Mosethe and Dravleo.We should be back home in the matter of a few hours, my lady.Kurpax's voice echoed throughout the whole of the ship. With powerful steps, Vesperia was already down the corridor and halfway to her destination. With his assurance, she sucked in a deep breath and exhaled one last shaken breath before composing herself. She had a few more hours. And if she still wasn't in a good mood? Well, she had a handful of little undisciplined demons who would suffer the consequences."Excellent," she reported back upon reaching the lounge, controlling her tones to reveal her usual deceptively honeyed coyness. "If any of you boys need me, you'll know where to find me." Settling into the dimly lit room, Vesperia settled herself into one of the black leather seats. Here, she could rest, have a drink, and distract her mind from such a made-up nightmare by catching up on any happenings at the Academy while she was out for this mission. Once they landed, all would be as though nothing at all had transpired. Nothing. At. All. |
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