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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Jul 24, 2013 15:10:32 GMT -8
The Transitory Mists was a region of ionized space that surrounded the Hapes Cluster. They inhibited travel to and from that region, thus allowing for the isolated development of the Hapes Consortium and the hiding of their piratical ancestors, the Lorell Raiders. A few routes through the mists were known, however they were kept secret among the Hapan pirates who originally traversed them. This region finally opened itself up to the wider galaxy during the early days of the New Republic in the wake of Isolder's marriage to Teneniel Djo.
After the Jedi Order abandoned their base on Endor, they stationed themselves in the Mists on the world of Shedu Maad.
The Knot Holes was an area within the Mists; Telkur Station was located within that region.
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Post by Katerana Scarlett on Jul 24, 2013 16:02:03 GMT -8
Jodaka System - Nova-class battle Cruiser Greed's EmbraceI assured Natasi that I will do as she asks. I mean, I'm doing my best not to annoy her. I do not speak when not asked to speak, and I don't do anything other than what I believe she wants me to do. When she squeezes my shoulder, I think she squeezes a little harder than usual, but I didn't really feel it, because of my super durability. But I'm able to gauge because the doctors who treated me were very gentle, and I know a gentle touch. Well, we're at the airlock and as I see the people on the other side.....oh. My. Gosh. Those are some of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. What the heck. No man should be that good looking! I think my jaw hit the floor, lemme pick it up one moment please.
Oh, Natasi introduced me to them. What do I do?!? What do I do?!?"*hic!*"Real smooth, Meony. They'll remember you for sure. Girl who gets the hiccups in front of overly good looking men.
I couldn't take my eyes off them and I don't care if it's rude to stare. If they're who I get to look at before I die, that's just fine with me. I'll at least have looked at something good......and the good just flew out the window when I see the Captain's cabin. Know why? I see blood....nevermind that, I smell blood! My senses are that good, and it's blood. I'm sure of it, not some weird stain on the wall. Someone died here, messily. My eyes probably turned into bowling balls, because I'm shaking in my boots.....and socks.....and pants.....and tunic.....oh, I'm just plain shaking. I step in on unsteady feet, surrounded by these suddenly very scary - but beautiful - individuals. I do not want them to make a mess of me like whoever they shot up here. So I sit down when it becomes clear that's what they want me to do. I think I've stopped blinking, and I've got these deer-in-the-headlights look going for me. Oh and I can't help but keep looking at the stain on the wall every few seconds.
Yeah, it's annoying I'm sure, to the others, but I can't help it. I try my best to stop and to look at the handsome, awesome men. Darn....they're too handsome to be handsome. Whoops, looked at the stains again.
*A knock came at Representative Helina Rhian's private chambers. Beyond can be heard cursing and the a rushing about the room before the door opened a moment later to reveal a half-naked woman, covering herself in a short, silk robe, her hair a tangled red mane and her skin glistening with sweat. The young man at the door knew well enough to keep his composure as he stated.*"Madam Representative, a vessel has been captured above the South Sea and Commander Gregr can't get in contact with the Arch Duchess. It was requested by the Commander that you await the Duchess to inform her on the situation."*He spoke as quickly as his tongue would allow him, wanting to desperately get away before he slipped up some how. The Representative glared at him before mumbling some stuff to herself before waving him off and saying.*"I'll meet the Duchess in her hanger bay, now get out of my sight."*Before the boy could answer, she closed the door and stripped the robe as she entered the refresher. Twenty minutes later, she stepped out with a towel covering her body and made for the bedroom to change, finding the fetching chauffeur that she had originally assigned to keep tabs on the Duchess, still lying in bed. Setting a fist on her hip, she shouted.*"What in the nine hells of Corellia are you still doing here? Get out!"*The boy then leaped out of bed and quickly threw his cloths on and rushed out of the apartment.*
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Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Jul 24, 2013 19:31:19 GMT -8
Wow, look at the guy go. The way he's cleaning the stain off the wall. And it is very nice of my captors to get someone to clean the distracting stain because of me. Speaking of distracting...Gregr and Danton, they read my medical history real fast, and I thought I am a speed reader. But they're really good.....looking. Hot bodies, such beautiful faces.....whoa! Get your head on straight, Meony! Gaaahhh....I can't, I just can't. But I must focus at least. So when Gregr offers me his sympathies, I manage to get out a "Th-thank you...sir." before claming up again, because I'm not too sure I can say much without accidentally blasting my thoughts for them to hear. Geez, why'd Hapans have to be such amazing people? I feel so inferior now.
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Post by Katerana Scarlett on Jul 24, 2013 20:21:13 GMT -8
Jodaka Surface - Monument Palace hanger
*Scarlett quickly settled the Avarice down to the hanger deck before rushing passed Frisco to the turbolift, leaving him to watch over the ship. He knew and understood Scarlett well enough to know that she hated being kept out of the loop when it came to her holdings.*
*Dropping to the deck a few moments later, Scarlett was surprised to find Helina waiting for her, she was wearing a brilliant blue dress with glittering diamonds set into the dress itself. Her left eyebrow raising in curiosity, Scarlett noticed that the chauffeur boy from earlier was also standing behind her by the door of the speeder that awaited them.*
"How was the chauffeur boy in the sack?"
*Helina's cheeks blushed bright red, but she otherwise held her composure as she said.*
"Good, but a little desperate. Duchess, I'm here to tell you that the vessel that was detected over the South Sea has been escorted to the Embrace."
*Scarlett felt her brow furrow in thought for a moment before lightening again, her crimson lips spreading in a cruel smile, she said.*
"Good. We make for orbit then."
*Entering the driver's seat of the speeder, Helina sat in the passengers seat and Scarlett sped off before the boy could decide whether to join them or let them go. In the rear mirror, she could see him walking towards her shuttle, his shoulders stooped and head down, drawing a chuckle from her.*
*Pulling up at the base of the shuttle's ramp a little while later, Scarlett came to a sudden halt and strode up the ramp with Helina struggling to keep up in her diamond heels. Stopping at the top of the ramp, she spun around on her peg leg to stare the Representative in the eye as she said.*
"By the way, from now on, it's Arch Duchess to you. Got me?"
*Scarlett could tell that the Hapan rep was doing her best to control her facial muscles, seeing the muscles twitch in the corner of her temples as she nodded.*
"Yes, Arch Duchess."
"That's better."
*Scarlett was a bitch, and loved it.*
*Entering the shuttle, she punched in the ramp command to close it as the shuttle's pilot lifted off from the deck. As the two took their seats, on opposite ends of the shuttle, the pilot maneuvered the ship out of the hanger bay and out towards Orbit.*
Jodaka Orbit - Greed's Embrace
*As the clean up crew finished with their work, the stain now non-existent, Gregr went to the mini bar, yeah, Scarlett kept a mini bar in her cabin, and poured everyone a glass of booze, pouring three glasses of Zadarian brandy for himself, Natasi and Danton, and a glass of Daruvvian champagne for Krystal. Bringing the glasses to the coffee table, he slid the beverages to their perspective drinker just as a Gregr's datapad beeped indicating that Scarlett was on her way up. Smiling, he turned his attention back to Krystal and said.*
"Relax Miss Tancredi. The Arch Duchess is on her way now, so sit back and enjoy the drink, best champagne in the Consortium."
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Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Jul 25, 2013 0:10:55 GMT -8
Whoa...wait a minute! Champagne?!? For a fifteen-year old? Isn’t that illegal??? Hmm, maybe not in Hapan culture. I don’t know. I mean, in most places, you’re not allowed to touch this stuff until after you’re like...twenty-one. So I couldn’t quite hide my surprise at being handed such a beverage, and quite honestly, I don’t like anything alchoholic. They all have an unpleasant taste and smell. But I recall a brief understanding about champagne. It’s more than just a drink, it’s a status symbol. In the old days, people who can afford to have and drink champagne are normally the nobility, the rich and the powerful, mostly royals. So this is kind of a royal drink. Daruvvian Champagne in particular is a drink native to Daruvvia, where the drink got its name, and that planet is also under Hapan control, so this is no surprise. I try my best to look grateful and appreciative of the drink to Gregr. It is very nice of him to do this, the least I can do is take a sip….as tiny a sip as possible. “Thank you.”
I tip the glass a little and allow a small trickle of the drink to go down...UGH! If this is a royal drink, I think all royals either have no taste buds or they love punishing themselves! I gently place the drink down and ignore it from then on. I have no intention of finishing that thing except under duress, which I pray does not happen. It’s a good thing alchohol doesn’t affect me. My body just processes the substance like ultra fast, so the small amount I took? No big deal. Besides, I want to be sharp for this Arch Duchess. I don’t know anything about her, but the last thing I want is to be caught off guard and shot. I mean the stain on the wall is gone, but I don’t want to be the next stain, y’know? Gotta watch everything that happens from here on.
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Post by Katerana Scarlett on Jul 25, 2013 1:18:58 GMT -8
*Bursting from the planet's atmosphere, Scarlett, who was now piloting the shuttle since her impatience ha reached it's limit, pushed the shuttle to it's maximum speed. The pilot sitting quietly, eyes closed in silent prayer that they don't blow up, didn't say anything as a terrified and furious Helina entered the bridge, obviously prepared to scold the man for his flying...before realizing that it was Scarlett at the helm and immediately turned around and went back to her seat.*
*A moment later the haul plates quit rattling as they passed into the void of space, Scarlett's sights set dead for the Embrace, which was quickly filling her viewport.*
Jodaka System - Greed's Embrace
*Skidding the shuttle to a halt against the deck, Scarlett pushed the pilot out of the way as he stood up and bolted for the ramp, a woozy Helina following close behind.*
*Making her way through the ship, everyone skidded to a halt and did their best not to get in Scarlett's way as she fumed down the corridors to the bridge. Everyone jumped, startled by her sudden entrance to the bridge, but she didn't notice, she was already about ready to shoot the intruder on sight. Punching in the code to the captain's cabin, she burst through the door way with her hand already on the revolver at her side, when she stopped short at the sight of the little girl sitting on the couch next to Danny. She immediately went from pissed off to bewildered in the blink of an eye, and since she only had one eye that's pretty quick. The red lens of her eye patch scanned over the girl, finding nothing particular about her. Taking off her hat, suddenly realizing that she was still completely drenched from sail ride in the pouring rain, she scratched the back of her head with her hook hand and leaned more on her peg leg as she looked over the girl. Everyone was silent, even Representative Helina who had entered and closed the to the cabin behind her. After a long, awkward, silence, Scarlett noticed the practically untouched glass in front of the girl and simply asked.*
"You going to finish that dear?"
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Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Jul 25, 2013 1:52:44 GMT -8
And we’re back full swing into shaking and trembling. In fact, I’m pretty sure Danton, the dreamboat I have the fortune of sitting next to, can feel it, because I’m that intimidated right now. I’m amazed my heart has yet to give out from the amount of frights I’ve been getting so far. I had literally jumped in my seat when the Arch Duchess barged into the room, and my eyes immediately went to her hand on the revolver and I nearly dove for cover, except my guilty conscience made me stay in place, telling me I deserve whatever I get. But she stops, and stares at me. I don’t know what changed her so fast. Couldn’t be me. I’m just an insignificant bug, a microbe, a...an amoeba. While she sizes me up, I size her up, sort of. She looks nothing like what I’d expect an Arch Duchess should look, in fact, she looks more like a...a...a pirate! Oh yes, she looks like all those pirates from the holovids. Y’know, one arm, one hook hand, eye-patch, and a peg leg! If I hadn’t been told to expect her, I’d have screamed ‘The Dread Pirate Roberts!’
There was a terrible silence since the time she came in, and since then, she’s been staring at me real hard. Another woman came in behind the Arch Duchess, wow I like her dress. There’s diamonds in them. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Anyway, back to the uncomfortable staring. Very disconcerting, really. I start squirming under the Arch Duchess’ one eye, then she asks if I’m going to finish the Daruvvian Champagne. Oh no! I hope she doesn’t get mad with an honest answer. “No, thank you, Arch Duchess.” I think I sound like a squirrel on helium right now.
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Post by Katerana Scarlett on Jul 25, 2013 2:17:53 GMT -8
*Scarlett's brow furrowed at the girl's response. Walking forward to the table, she gestured for Gregr to get out of her seat as she passed him and picked up the glass. Raising it to her lips, she poured the entire contents down her throat before tossing the glass aside and flopping into the chair with a wet smack against the leather, suddenly too tired to care about the sudden shatter of the glass across the room. Holding her hook hand out toward Gregr, who stood now to her left with Krystal on her right, she said to him while not looking away from the girl.*
"Arm me."
*With a quiet nod from Gregr, he grabbed her hook hand and twisted causing a metallic snap! as he removed the prosthetic at just passed the elbow. Walking away then to the desk behind them, Scarlett said to the girl.*
"Expensive things should never be wasted darling."
*Putting on a slight smile now, Scarlett leaned back in the chair and let out a long sigh as the adrenaline from the fly up eased out of her system, her flesh hand shivering just a bit as she crashed from the high. A moment later, Gregr returned with a robotic arm and attached it to her stump. Looking up at him, she said.*
"Thank you Gregr. Now, everybody out, I want some time with the girl myself."
*Natasi, Danton, Gregr and Helina, who hadn't taken her eyes off of the girl since she entered, all nodded, stood and exited the cabin. As he rose, Danton set a gentle hand on Krystal's shoulder to reassure her before leaving. As Gregr passed through the door way and turned to close it, Scarlett shouted.*
"And bring me something dry, would you dear? And some food and exotic juices."
"Of course milady."
*The door slid shut and the two were alone, silence separating them once more. Scarlett looked to the table and saw the datapad. Leaning forward, she picked up the pad with her robot arm and brought it to her, slowly reading over it's contents in silence.*
*Finally, she tossed the datapad onto the table, causing a sudden serious of slam!s as it bounced and slid across it's surface. Leaning forward suddenly then, Scarlett's red eye patch and pale blue eye staring in contrast into the girl, Krystal's soul, she asked, quietly and without malice.*
"You are you doing on my world?"
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Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Jul 25, 2013 2:48:57 GMT -8
I cringe at each thump of the datapad on the hard surface. It’s not excessively loud, but the behavior and who caused it is what makes me so jumpy. And clearly she didn’t like the fact I didn’t want to finish the champagne, not that she had any trouble downing it in seconds, and throwing the glass away to shatter on the floor, and then tells me expensive things shouldn’t be wasted. Hey...what about that glass? I’m pretty sure that was crystal, they aren’t exactly cheap. Nevermind, not my place to tell her that. Then she cleared everyone out, Danton tried to reassure me on the way out, I nearly swooned. And then there was that other woman, why was she staring at me so much? It was different from the way the Arch Duchess looked at me.
Now however, is the moment of truth. She’s looking right at me...into me. What am I doing on her world? Okay, that’s easy enough to answer, and like with everything else, I tell the truth. “Seeking answers...milady.” I borrow the term Gregr had used to address her, “To my past. When I was told I cannot recover anything from my brain, I used my ship, the Sunflower and its entire previous flight logs before my injury. Visiting all the worlds this ship has been to before, and also...following my feelings...like when I get a sense of familiarity to a star system, I go there, hoping to find someone or some evidence that I belong there, or that there’s someone who lives there who will recognize me, and maybe reconnect me with my past life. This place, Jodaka...I’ve...I’ve had one of the strongest feelings of familiarity towards it than I’ve ever had.”
I amaze myself with how confidently I speak to her, but I have no reason to fear, because I am not lying. I stare at the ceiling for a moment before continuing, “I don’t know who I am, and I can’t ever regain what I’ve lost, but...if I can find where I belong...then...then maybe I can restart something at least.”
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Post by Katerana Scarlett on Jul 25, 2013 3:36:42 GMT -8
*As the girl seemed to find some new found confidence in truth, Scarlett leaned back into her seat, trying to listen while soaking wet in a leather chair actually took some work, though. As the girl finished speaking, Scarlett was just inhaling to speak when the door opened and a middle aged woman holding two outfits and two young men, Scarlett grinned as she looked over the two cute boys not at all regretting her choice in personnel, who were wheeling in a food cart with a variety of exotic sea food, salads, and a medium roast of some sort, as well as three glass pitchers of purple, tan, and yellow liquids. Sighing out her breath, Scarlett set her human hand on Krystal's knee and said.*"I'm very sorry to hear that."*She sounded genuine, and her features softened a little as she spoke, but it really wasn't necessarily her problem....though, there was one thing that stood out...she continued as she stood.*"Really, I am. But, since I'm pretty sure your no long lost niece, I'm a little confused as to why your ship has been to Jodaka...do you have any record as to previous owners or cargo manifests?"*Approaching the woman holding the two outfits and a dressing screen, Scarlett stared indifferently at the woman as she showed her a ruby red dress that she probably would never ever wear ever, or a red and white naval uniform. Snatching the uniform from the woman, she gestured for her to set the screen up in front of her desk. Turning back to Krystal, she nodded her head towards the food cart and said.*"Help yourself dear. I am known for many things, and not being a generous host is not among them."*A soft chuckle accompanied the smile on her crimson lips as she stepped behind the shade and began throwing wet garments over the wooden frame. Saying from behind it as she hung her revolver belt on a hook on the outside of the screen.*"How long ago was the...Sunflower you said? last here?"*She deduced that it had had to be before she had taken her place as Duchess here, which meant that it was either during, or possibly before the Sith occupation. The year anniversary of the Consortium's "Independence," seeing as how the Consortium was now a member of the Galactic Republic, was actually quickly approaching.*
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Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Jul 25, 2013 4:25:17 GMT -8
I smile a little when she expresses her sympathy. It does make me feel a little better. Then she asks me if I have a record of previous owners or cargo manifests. Before I answered however, she went to change out of her soaking clothes. She must’ve been on the “surface” of Jodaka before coming here. And she didn’t even stop to change first. Hmm...that’s either a good thing, or a bad thing. She invites me to eat something. Okay, I probably should get something, it might be my last meal, and all I have for memories of food mostly consisted of Limey’s green slop. Disgusting. I only pick some stuff from the salad, ignoring anything that looks meaty, and place it on a small plate. I eat extremely slowly while she asks how long ago since the ship was last here. Time to answer everything.
“There is no record of any previous owner before me. It’s been under my name since I was thirteen. Uhmm…I think the Sunflower was here almost a year ago? As for cargo manifests, there were some records I managed to slice back out of the memory banks. They were all gems and crystals mostly. Adegan crystals, Tandgor gems, even a few Krayt Dragon pearls, Rainbow Gems…”
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Post by Katerana Scarlett on Jul 25, 2013 5:19:11 GMT -8
*Scarlett suddenly became still behind the screen as the girl mentioned rainbow gems. Whipping around the corner, her dry shirt half buttoned, he pale blue form fitting boxers the only thing keeping her modest, Scarlett demanded.*
"You wanna run that by me again? Cause I'm pretty sure you said Rainbow Gems..."
*Without cloths covering over her skin, the dozens of thin scars littered her flesh like a pox, as though she had been standing in front of an exploding window. The places where her skin met metal prosthetic was worse so, as it appeared to have suffered third degree burns in someones vein attempt to cauterize her forced amputations. A soft sound of air passing through a valve can be heard from her peg leg as she leaned on it and crossed her arms over her slightly exposed chest.*
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Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Jul 25, 2013 5:34:18 GMT -8
I jump when she whirls out of the screen half-dressed. Rainbow gems? Why so interested in...Rainbow gems are a native treasure to the planet Gallinore, which is under Hapan rule, oh shoot! But wait, does that mean...? “Yes, I said Rainbow gems, those were in the cargo manifest previously. I know they’re rare, and I know where they come from. Could it perhaps be that I’m from...?”
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Post by Darth Belial on Jul 6, 2015 19:49:01 GMT -8
“It was the thirty-third year of our esteemed Queen Mother, that we had come across a strange anomaly upon the outer reaches of the transitory mists near Telkur station. I remember it well, as, in all my years of service to the Royal Navy, I have never encountered a fool brave enough to challenge the ion storms of our beloved nebulae. Yes, we had early warning systems alert us to the formation of heavily charged pockets of ionized gases, and set up a blockade to ensure that none passed until the lanes were safe once more. Yet, out of nowhere, this small craft, bereft of a transponder signal, speared through our vessels on wings of venting smoke and ash. When those of us on the other side watched this spectacle unfold, we could scarcely believe our eyes. Thankfully, one of my Deck Officer’s was not awestruck by the display to carry out her duties and caught the ship with a skillful use of the tractor beam. After picking our jaws off the deck, we kept the craft within our projectors and moved it away from the blockade. We didn’t know what was inside, and with the chaos running amuck within the galaxy at large, we couldn’t chance bringing it aboard until the contents were known to us.
When our sensors were tasked with scouring the ship, we expected nothing to be alive within, yet as the reports had offered the return of a single lifeform, our jaws were left agape once more. Yes, it was faint and we had barely marked it off as trace remnants of radiation, but when we saw that someone had lived through that daring move, our curiosity got the better of us. Thus, we brought the vessel into our own and cracked the seal on a vented hangar deck. Whatever remained within would not bode well for our crew, and it was by my orders that all pressure be diverted outward and environmental suits be worn at all times. They found someone, alright. His flesh was seared to the bone, and by the accounts of the team that had been inside, they said he was lucky to even be alive, let alone breathing. Upon our exhumation of the walking corpse, my team had noticed his lips were moving in what seemed to be like a wordless and sanctimonious cant. Subtle shifts and my people were thinking that this man was chanting some dark magicks to keep himself intact for when he arrived at his destination. I reprimanded each member of the taskforce for being superstitious poppycock, but after the blows were dealt I felt a sliver of their paranoia worm it’s way into my thoughts.
Nevertheless, despite the darkened atmosphere blanketing my ship, the seared body was submerged in one of our medical bay’s bacta tanks. There were so many questions we had for this man, but until today, we haven’t been able to cause him to stir from his self-imposed trance. Terminate recording, and save personal log entry three hundred and seventy-two.”~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Belial awoke surrounded by unfamiliar faces, in a tube filled with sapphire tinted amniotic gel. His primal instincts wanted him to rage at his captors, demand the answers to the legion of questions assembling within his recently resurrected mind, yet in an uncharacteristic display of control - the Sith simply adjusted to his new surroundings. He was within a medical bay of sorts, aboard either a space-faring vessel or on some world that cannibalize the parts from a starship. Though, as time began to slowly progress forward, he reasoned that he was still held in the clutches of the void. Had he been on the surface of a world, his flensed toes would’ve been brushing against the base of his improvised prison. Gravity has laws, that even gods themselves cannot conquer. His wounded lips curled into a smile, as he recounted the last time he was imprisoned aboard a vessel like this. It was a shame that the Warden had to die so gruesomely, but it was a necessary death to ensure that his path of vengeance could continue. Here, Belial doubted that he would be able to get away with the same plan once more. These feminine outlines were smarter than that benighted Warden. They kept their blasters nearby, and he could feel the ever so slight reverberations of fear emanate throughout their auras. It was right of them to distrust the Outlander, as who knew what he would prove to be. Friend, or Foe? Since they were kind enough to graft synthskin to much of his wounded flesh, and plop him into a regenerative bath tube, the Dark Lord would consider them friends for the time being. No use in killing those that were yearning to have their inquisitive natures satisfied, by one who was just as eager to garner answers from them.“Who are you?”A simple question for a basic mind. Wonderful. Groggily willing his lungs to inhale the recycled air, the Dark Lord spoke. His words were taken from the mouthpiece affixed to his lips and played out over the tanks loudspeaker for all that stood before him to hear.“I am Varro.”He could see her lip twitch slightly as if she had been expecting him not to answer her question so curtly. Perhaps they had seen the trailing vestiges of his meditative trance and believed it to be black magick. If that had been the case, oh how entertaining this sojourn would be.“What are you?”Another simple question. Was this woman a simple-minded fool? Could there be nothing but trivial questions rolling about in her mind? Like come on woman, get your act together and ask me what you really wanted to ask. It only makes you look like a bloody fool if you dance around the subject, instead of cutting to the heart of it.“Alive.”She shook her head, clearly unsatisfied with the one-word answer. That was a shame, as there was no real response to such a base question. Yes, he could tell her that he was a Dark Lord of the Sith, birthed by the fusion of intertwined souls and, cast into the darkness of the Realm beyond the shadow when the amalgamation of his twin souls sought to claim the throne of balance for themselves. However, he knew just by looking at her quizzical expressions, that such words wouldn’t be taken lightly. No doubt that this woman has dealt with nothing but Jedi all her life. So, he was in Republic space - perhaps?“That’s not what I was looking for. What are you, and how did you survive that Ion storm?”He chuckled then, or what equated for a mirthful expression as his body was still attempting to repair the damage he had brought upon himself.“Luck,” He said between the rasping laughter, “And perhaps the Force too.” “So you’re touched by the otherworld, then?”“Clearly.” Belial snapped, perhaps a bit too harshly as the Captain recoiled. She acted if she was visibly struck by his word, and maybe she was - as the Dark Lord felt his control over his powers slip for a single, brief moment.“The powers you wield and the weapon within your ship confirm as much. Are you a Jedi, then?”No. “Yes” “From what Branch do you hail, then?”“Arkania.” He said, his voice making a mockery of his passions and taking on a mournful hue. “Or, what’s left of it.”“You’re a long way from home, what brings you to the Hapes Cluster?”Ahhhh. Hapes. No wonder my knitting flesh tingles with a constrained hunger. I am in the heart of the purest sector of space, should rumours be believed. The ionic storm she is referring too must be the Transitory Mists or at least a part thereof. “I…” He stammered, keeping true to the memories he had crafted for himself mere moments ago. “I was fleeing the world’s destruction. The Sith… they did something there that broke the planet in two.” The Dark Lord coughed, though not of his own will - more his body slowly reacting to the trauma it had suffered. He couldn’t deny the added benefit to his performance, as Belial bore witness to a shimmer of pity flicker through the gathered aura. “I fled with others.. our ship was thrown off course… did they make it?” He, of course, had come alone, but the bodies of those that had owned the vessel before he did must’ve endured far worse.The woman shook her head, and her movement marked her out as the Captain of this vessel. Had he been familiar with their battle dress before this encounter, such a fact would’ve made itself known much sooner. Perhaps one day, he mused.“Sadly, you’re the only one. The others were broken down to atomic ash and scattered about your vessel as it passed through the storm. The fact that you weren’t is something of a miracle.”
She was right on that point. By all accounts, he should’ve been dead, hell, it felt like he was. Yet, here he was. Still breathing, and defying the lady death. Chalk one up to being the Chosen of the Primordial Annihilator.“I did a great many things in my meditation.” His voice had become more stable now, all traces of despair slowly filtering out with every forced syllable. “Holding myself together, whilst the galaxy sought to tear me apart was one.”She smirked then. It was a beautiful gesture, one meant more out of sympathy than any sort of attraction.“An impressive feat, Master Jedi. One worthy of conveying to your brothers and Sisters in the Order, no?”Clever girl.“Yes, although I doubt any would care.” His voice had becoming longing then, like an old cry for adulation gone unheard for years, before coming to the fore once more. “Arkania was never truly apart of the Order. The Iconoclasts, they called us. Headstrong. Brash. Qualities many saw that were unfit for a Jedi, despite the Galaxy we lived in beset by turmoil.”The woman nodded then.“Very well.” She paused, pulling out what Belial assumed was a datapad. “You’re to be confined within this Bacta Tank until your wounds have healed, and then you be moved to the Brig, where you will face the charges of unlawful entry and endangering the lives of my crew.”Belial nodded, letting the searing pain of sudden movement soar through his addled nerves.“Understood. That is the least I can do, in payment for saving my life.”It was there that they had left him in the care of the medical staff, and several armed guards. Even though he was stripped of his weapons, long before he had been consciously aware that they were gone, the Dark Lord was still a threat to these women. Had he the desire, he would’ve pulped their bones and rent their flesh with nothing more than a manipulative thought. However, like he had mentioned to himself before, they had done him a service. They had torn him from the wreck of that blasted craft and gave him the push he needed to live again. Plus, being some of the most beautiful creatures in the Galaxy helped the Sith come to such a decision. Thus, let them add more women with a deadly array of weapons to guard his life giving casket, the more there was to admire.
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Darth Belial
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Post by Darth Belial on Aug 3, 2015 19:17:32 GMT -8
In less than a month, the inquisitive nature of the Shipmistress had evolved from an idle curiosity into something altogether more bothersome. Had he the desire to sully his plans for this Cluster, Belial would’ve let his consciousness seep from his broken form and envelop the woman standing before him. Then, he would break down her atomic structure and destabilize the very cohesion between her organic cells, leaving behind nothing more than a pile of particulate matter and whatever prosthetics populated within her body. As fun as it would be to see her ashes scattered about the medical bay by those she considered her underlings, the deed was petulant and completely unnecessary. He was not some baseless Sith acolyte that let his emotions get control of him, losing himself in the pure sensations of rage. While Belial himself had lost himself once or twice in the past, he knew that he was better than that - as to be true to the ways of the Sith, once must not become a mindless berserker. Let others find themselves embraced by the red haze of their uncontrollable emotions, for their fires would burn bright, but smoulder before their very eyes and leave them as nothing more than porcine creatures fit for the slaughter.
Pushing her irritating nature aside, Belial suffered through her endless interrogation with an enforced smile. He was playing the part of a Jedi after all, keeping himself calm and collected was all part of the role, despite all the shortcomings it brought. Why would he don such an emotionless guise when playing himself was all the more interesting? Well, for that answer all one would have to do is look into the historic past of this mist shrouded sector. Careless fools that had wrongfully labeled themselves as Sith took hold of the Cluster and dominated its citizens through a myriad of ways. In the end, it all proved ineffective as they were ousted by the Jedi and left to reap what they had sown. This time around, there would be no iron-fisted approach upon the path to power. Instead, it would be playing the game of thrones the Hapan way. Belial knew that he himself would never openly rule the Consortium, as one such as he could never demolish centuries of tradition without incurring the wrath of the people he sought to rule. Such a route would mean an endless war between those that supported him, by their own volition or enforced mental subjugation, and those that sought to free themselves from this tyranny.
If it had come to a war amongst the Hapans, the Dark Lord’s failure would become complete. How could he rule a galaxy and remake it in the Annihilator’s image if he could not command a single cluster, let alone a single world within the mists?
Shaking the thought from his mind, Belial let his mind soar into the depths of his own consciousness. What else could he do whilst willingly imprisoned within the bowels of the battle cruiser? Surely there were better things to do than simply dig through his errant thoughts in an attempt to restore his mind from the state of cognitive dissonance accrued from the merging of his twin souls. Yes, he could stare at the ceiling this time. Or perhaps gaze into the pulsating crimson energy barriers comprising the proverbial bars of his prison. Oh, those must be thrilling in comparison to the alchemical equations required to turn lead into gold. Were he a simpleton, he might have actually agreed with those sarcastic statements, losing his precious sanity as more energy cycled through the active force field. However, as he had come into his own impressive intellect bequeathed by his ‘Father’, reciting complex calculations from memory had entertained him enough to pass the time. Hell, it even have him an idea on how to revert the damage he had wrought upon his own body. No, it wasn’t a simple draught of regeneration as the holodrama’s would use to remove the expensive cost of artificial effects from their actors. This was something more utilitarian than a fictional miracle brew.
A suit of armour crafted into the likeness of his youthful self. Yes, that would be perfect. Not only would it hide his true identity like a caped vigilante of old, but it would masque his injuries from a culture that thrived upon its own vanity. Perhaps once he had been acquitted of these pathetic charges and set upon the path of placing a puppet upon the Royal Throne, he would request a smithy to forge this masterpiece. Until that time had come to pass, Belial had shrouded his wounded form in an emerald robe - given to him by the Shipmistress, whom in turn garnered such a treasure from a man that had once heralded from the agricultural world of Anobis. The Dark Lord had sniggered then, trying to contain the broiling laughter within his chest. Oh, the irony. Beneath the heavily dyed sackcloth, his flesh was wrapped tightly by bacta drenched bandages, giving him the appearance of a grievously wounded monastic figure; something he had wanted all along, although not in such a visceral fashion. He laid upon the metallic slab that served as his cot, with an arm cradled beneath his head for a meager form of comfort. His mouth wordlessly whispered a forbidden numeric formulae, leaving the newly arrived Captain wondering what had gripped the man’s mind so tight that he forgot to give voice to his own thoughts.
“Good morning, Shipmistress.”
Belial had said, without missing a beat within his unseen calculations.
“Hello, Master Jedi.”
Her curt greeting was always the same, leaving the Dark Lord with the impression her inquisitive nature was the only redeeming/ interesting facet about this woman. How droll it must be to follow through with the same tedium every day until it became routine. No wonder he had grown accustomed to the code of the Sith, rather than the restrictive tenets of the Jedi.
“So,” Belial began, “What questions do you have for me today?”
Without a shred of hesitation flecking her words, the Captain began her interrogation in earnest. Though calling it an interrogation would be an understatement, as she had been driven away from the formal inquiry days ago, only to have it replaced by an almost childish like interest in the philosophical ideologies of the Force. Though she herself lacked the proper sensitivity to manipulate the world around her, her interest in the more arcane arts had been commendable. Perhaps that was the reason why the Dark Lord had grown to tolerate the gnat.
“Well, I wanted to continue our conversation from yesterday.” Belial stopped the wordless repetition of his alchemical mantra, and craned his neck to gaze into the eyes of the woman opposite him. “You were telling me the state of the Cluster, and the Consortium thereafter.”
She let out a heavy sigh once the words had left the Dark lord’s mouth, leaving him with the impression that was the last thing she wanted to talk about at the moment. He couldn’t blame her if that was her wish, but the ravenous curiosity welling within his belly desired to know more about the Cluster - well, more so than he had already known.
“By the sounds of it, the state isn’t doing so well.” He chortled softly as his attention slowly drifted from the thrumming energy field. “I won’t press you any further, after all... I am your prisoner.” To further drive home the point he had made, his ruined arms swept wide to encompass the breadth of his homely cell.
“That you are, Master Varro. However, I’m afraid I can’t comment on our Government’s current state of affairs, if I’m unsure as well.” She lowered her gaze to stare at her polished leather boots. “Though a bit farther than yesterday, I don’t think it would be wise to carry on this conversation. Ever. The both of us could be finding ourselves in hot water, and sadly not in a pleasurable manner.”
Belial nodded curtly. “I understand. It’s not your place, and I apologize.”
That was to be expected. A lowly shipmistress wouldn’t know much about the Royal Court and their affairs, so pushing further - or even dominating her mind to find the answers he desired would prove to be a fruitless endeavour, and could possibly spoil his chances at garnering a foothold in the Cluster. So, as much of a pain as it was to remain in the dark, he would have to endure the torture for one more day; just one more day, and then he would reach the Hapes system proper...
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Post by Darth Belial on Mar 30, 2016 17:24:35 GMT -8
Shedu Maad, Reclaimed Jedi Academy - Now Sith Temple. Once thought hidden from the Galaxy at large, and shrouded by the ionic tides of the transitory mists, the Jedi Coalition of old had built themselves a base - where the ancient Sith Darth Caedus had been defeated by his truest sibling, and the Second Galactic Civil War had come to an end. This base had been later expanded into a Jedi Academy, where the neophytes of that misguided religion trained in the martial arts of yore. That was, until the Jedi - much like the Sith after the death of Darth Krayt - fractured and had taken to the stars in search of their own... individuality.
How entertaining that thought was. Such a path had led many of these prospective Jedi down the darker paths, only to see their lives cut short by those they had once thought were brothers and sisters. The Jedi warred amongst each other, though not with saber or force, and had left themselves ripe for the slaughter. Hundreds of Jedi were slain when the broken Order of the Sith had risen from the ashes of the One Sith's first and supposedly final fall. Thus, as many of these alleged saviours were laid to rest, their former dwellings became nesting grounds for thieves, murderers, and those that believed themselves to be followers of the Sith tradition.
When the Jedi had recovered from the various attacks and began reclaiming all of their old Praxeum's and Fortress Monasteries, only the one adorning the world of Shedu Maad had remained untouched. Until the Master had arrived. He knew that this former academy would suit his purposes, and those of the children along with myself, perfectly. It would provide us with a hidden refuge, where we would be able to break the indoctrination of the Jedi Dogma enforced upon their fragile minds by their hated mother, and introduce the lessons of the truth to their ailing spirits.
It was on this world, where the last of the followers of Darth Bane's old Rule of Two had perished, that the Rule of One would be reborn. And so, it would be where I had made my return to as the mission to Coruscant had been completed, and the Master had taken those troublesome children from my care. It wasn't that I hated their company. They always had a way of making things interesting. It was because I believed them to be failures. The years I had invested in their training, and yet when the time of testing had come to pass - they failed upon so many levels I thought - for one moment that our Dark Lord had made an egregious error by taking those children into his clutches. However, as he had loaded them into his personal shuttle, the Dark Lord had made mention that such a bond would prove to be useful in the coming days. That this failure, while it would be one of many, would prove to be the very forge that would create the greatest weapon of all. No attachments. Controlled aggression. Unlimited potential. The answer to the Master's eternal plight.
When that day would finally come, I don't think that I'll be able to control myself. There was sound logic in the master's plan, but seeing the Twins - bonded by blood and birth - turn upon one another like rabid animals... the imagery was divine. In fact, such delicious thoughts had spurred my venerable bones into action, carrying me across the vine snared bridge and towards my secreted Laboratory. The memories such a journey had inspired threatened to deprive me of what my imagination had conjured mere moment before.
I couldn't allow that.
Why would I think about the past and all the glories I had wrought, when there were greater goals to achieve just waiting beyond my current grasp? It seemed petulant, and in truth - it was. Holding onto what had happened before the present as it was some blanket only spoke of how childish one's mind was. That path leads to ruin, as the demons of one's past always sought to reclaim what they believed was rightfully theirs. So, to counter their icy grasp, one had to keep moving forward. To take the lessons taught by the past, and use them in shaping both the present and the future. Not to dwell upon what was, and what will never be again.
Clearing my mind with a careful application of will, I palmed the access panel and watched with sadistic glee as the spiraling iris doors whirred open, revealing the grotesque scene beyond. Stepping through the portal with staff in hand, I listened to the door behind me seal with a twirling whisper. Now sealed and alone, I began to cross the breadth of the facility, passing by occupied tanks filled with various amalgamations and several containment units along the way. Once I had reached my cluttered workbench, gnarled hands delved into the folds of my robe and withdrew the obsidian box pilfered from the Sunstrider's chamber. Reverently placing it down atop a recently cleared space, I stared into its lovingly polished edges - wondering just how I would begin to extract the valuable secrets that lay within. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 23:13:00 GMT -8
The trip had taken a couple of days, but at last, The Acheron reverted back to real space just outside of The Transitory Mists. Victor stood at the forefront of the bridge as the Mists came into view. He had read much about what they looked like, but he had not yet had the chance to see them for himself. They were spectacular. And gave him a moment of pause as he looked upon them. Sahra strode up and stopped beside him then "I remember seeing the Mists for the first time myself... Beautiful and Dangerous...." "Just like yourself... and those that call it home..." Sahra shot him a look, having caught the comment he made. He was crafty, she would give him that "So... Shall we knock on the door?" "That would be the kind thing to do..." Sahra walked over to the comms station then, where one of the techs was setting up the broadcast to the known Hapan frequencies. She pressed a button then, opening a call to anyone listening "Hapan Mists Control, this is Senator Sahra Starmane, of the Galactic Alliance. I request passage for myself and my ship..."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 13:51:27 GMT -8
A few moments passed, before a patrol group of Hapan Battle Dragons emerged from the Mists. Their shields were raised and their guns lockeed onto The Acheron "Senator Starmane, state the purpose of your visit..." Victor looked at Sahra. The Hapans hadn't immediately shot at them right away, which was good "I am here as a representative of the Galactic Alliance, to meet with the Ereneda..." There was another moment of pause, before the reply came through "Very well. You have been granted permission to meet with thee Ereneda on Hapes. Follow these co-ordinates to make it through the Mists..." The weapon locks that the Battle Dragons had had, turned off, before the information came through. Victor nodded to the Admiral, before The Acheron started to follow the path into and through the Mists
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Oct 31, 2021 21:02:31 GMT -8
Within the Transitory Mists, not far from one of the few safe pathways through the ion cloud that had been properly and officially mapped, sat Telkor Station. The shadowport was a way place for more and less reputable individuals with business on the edges of Hapan space. One's presence here did not dictate that they were engaged in criminal enterprise, but certainly the smugglers and bounty hunters who flew the Mists could be found here. It was an unusual juxtaposition: both remote from the attention of the Hapan authorities, and right in the middle of Hapan commerce with the rest of the galaxy. And it was this contradiction that was about to cause a deadly mix.=Jax Durron=On C deck, a white-haired human strode into Telkor's main cantina, and sank into a decaying booth with a heavy sight. Avoiding making eye contact with the three Aqualish playing what appeared to be a custom variant of sabaac in the next both, he drew out his datapad, and began reviewing the navigational data again. "Blast it." He griped under his breath. The math was right, he didn't have enough fuel to get all the way home to Arkania. He was going to need to find some work here on Telkor, or sell some of his cargo, and gamble on replacing it later.=Bartender="Greetings, sir." A feminine voice at Jax's elbow said sweetly. "May I get you something?" =Jax Durron=The Arkanian's head jerked up in surprise to see a yellow-skinned Twi'lek standing over him. "Huh? Oh." He smiled as he realized who she was. "Yes please, bring me a Deltron spiced wine." As she nodded and disappeared, he turned his attention back to the datapad, and then to the other patrons of the cantina. He was still searching for a likely contact to approach when he caught sight of a massive object moving outside one of the station's viewports.An asteroid almost double the size of his ship was tumbling straight toward them. Jax stared, transfixed, unable to move, feeling as if all reality was in slow motion.
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