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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 18:38:14 GMT -8
The lift ascended, and Lyra shook her head. Unable to comprehend that Jashy, (ole Jashy!) was a scum sucking pirate. Really that took some of the fire out of her heart. But she loved him still. Then the lift opened, literally vomiting everyone out, and the room was filled with blasterfire, troopers falling left and right. Jashin got hit twice - but she paid it no mind, knowing well not to worry unless he got hit in the chest or head - she herself got grazed on the leg. Unlike Jashin, the wound wouldn't heal as fast. But she could cuss in the interim, and cuss she did.
"Damn karking son of a middling whore sucking" It was a Carta thing. They taught that anger and rage could help you overcome any wound, any battle, any opponent. And, to give them credit, it worked.
Hearing the noise in the hall, a cell door opened down the way: raising her pistol, Lyra shot the curious trooper in the chest.
"Ralk! Kark! Get in there and rip the stick out of his chest! Damn it! We've got near twenty minutes!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 18:43:23 GMT -8
Lumbering forward, Ralk walked down the hallway - just in time for another trooper to stick his head out. Ralk shot him in the chest, before poking a head inside the cell - where, inside, a terrified officer and probe droid stood over an unconscious Imperial pilot. Another salvo of bolts, the officer fell screaming into his comlink, the droid next in a shower of sparks. The man on the floor he regarded, looking first at his fist, then the blaster.
There was no time. He couldn't shoot the man, and risk damaging the memstick. They didn't have time to retrieve it either. Leveling the rifle at the man, he flicked the setting on his rifle to stun, stunning the man several times for good measure, before slinging him across his back. Exiting the cell, piling back into the turbolift, the lift descended back down a level - even as klaxons sounded. Opening, a long hallway could be seen, row upon row of windows to the side. Frantically, ralk began to lope forward, eyes scanning for the telltale hatch of an escape pod.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 18:46:48 GMT -8
"No, no, no...we can't take him with us. Ralk! We can't take him -"
She was cut off as she was shoved back into the lift. When it opened, they were in a transit hallway, windows to the right, hatches of the maintenance sort to the left. She knew, though, she knew. They didn't have time for finding multiple pods. There was no TIME. And, as the chrono beeped again, she winced, and said just that.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Fifteen minutes! Hurry! Hurry damn it!"
She began to search, frantically, limping along as she was - they had to hurry. The Resistance HAD to get this information. But it was Jashin, dear Jashin, who found the hatch.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 18:56:42 GMT -8
"Here! Kark, fifteen minutes till what? Slow down, kriff!"
But they wouldn't let him. Pushing him down next to the access panel, Ralk ripped the Durasteel hatch off, while Lyra covered them. Jashin, seeing the mass of wires before him, frantically attempted to hotwire the thing. Even he, though, saw the sign over the escape pod door. Room for two, only two. Frantically, Jashin worked. Ralk and Lyra keeping watch - occasionally shooting a stray trooper. Klaxons began to ring, but, thankfully, Jashin had already begun slicing into the pod - circumventing the lockout.
He heard Lyra behind him, shrieking - "Ten minutes!" - and he worked faster. Booted feet bore down the hall, and Ralk gave a roar, running down the hall to meet them. He heard a din of blaster fire, a shout, a grenade thumping. Jatayus bless the hulk - he was buying them time. He heard Lyra and Poppi conversing, the Zelosian asking what was so important, why the unconscious man at their feet was so damn IMPORTANT.
Jashin didn't hear them, not over the fire. He worked, hands shaking, as Lyra counted down. Six minutes, she reported.
Two wires pushed together, a powercell between them - it was the fourth iteration of wires he had tried. It was a shot in a million, it was impossible, it was...
...his lucky day. The hatch to the pod opened, and, immediately Lyra shoved the unconscious pilot into the pod. Then, Poppi and Lyra looked to each other, before leveling their rifles at him, and firing - a stun pulse apiece. Blackness fell over him...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 19:00:03 GMT -8
She told Poppi - told him everything. The coordinates, the reason they fought; and in that cold, greedy little beggar's eyes, she saw it: the light of a cause, the spark, the fire, of believing in something other than one's self. Such as it was, three minutes left, that Jashin opened the pod, that they dumped the pilot into the seat, followed by Jashin as they stunned him.
But they were out of time. Two minutes left.
Pricking her finger on a screw jutting out from the hatch, she drew, in blood, the number sifty four on the interior of the hatch window, then, closing the hatch - primed the ignition, and fired it. Down, down the pod spiraled, away...away from all this mess.
"...Didn't know I was gonna die like this."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 19:01:42 GMT -8
And so, at precisely 0900, The Detainer, the last of a dying fleet - exploded. An escape pod, perhaps two spiraling through the wreckage, they would be greeted by destroyed fleets, dying shipmen, masses of escape pods, and, maybe - hope for the Resistance. So ended the battle of Naboo.
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Post by Sinina Riso on Jan 10, 2017 19:23:09 GMT -8
I'm sorry Raven.. I.. hm.. I don't know why.. But I like him... Twice now I let him go off on his own...and he ends up in trouble!
The D-Type Stealth Frieghter reached space quickly enough. Sinina had closed her eyes and focused on the force, she didn't think she was very good at but she'd also never felt tugs and feelings like this from the force. She usually just when she was angry was able to use powers she didn't normally have the control to do. She sighs softly, trying to be more like Raven. Controlled. Relaxed. She breathed deeply.*
There!
*She didn't know why or how, she'd never felt another person through the force that strongly. She jumped from the co-pilot chair. She starts to run down the hall again, shouting over her shoulder back at Raven.*
You get us close, I do know how to use the docking controls.
SIn waited there until they were in range and with good aim locks onto the pod. She was antsy and impatient waiting for all the correct things to happen to allow the door to open and let them off the pod.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 0:13:38 GMT -8
Cold. It was very cold.
Slowly, Jashin came to consciousness, taking in the spiraling stars, the exploding debris, the multitude of dead and dying. Reality, realization, came rushing back as he took in the sight from his escape pod's viewport. The fleets. The Imperials, the Rebels...
"Poppi. Lyra. Ralk."
The names were a whisper, harsh sounding in the heavy silence. He remembered, now, the dizzying rush through the star destroyer to find a man, a single man, then to escape - desperate to escape. He remembered Poppi's face as he stunned Jashin. The taste of Lyra's lips. The steady hand of Ralk on his shoulder. And now, they were all dead, them, and nearly seventy thousand others souls, all dead. For what? For a single man, and what was in his guts. Silently, Jashin turned to look at the unconscious Imperial pilot in the escape pod with him - and, in one swift motion, drew his blaster and shot the man cleanly through the head. He was on the man, then, tearing off the human's shirt, a free hand ripping a piece of panel off the escape pod that had come loose, using it then to cut the man's belly open. Frantically, he sifted through viscera and organs, he wasn't overtly familiar with human anatomy, but what he was looking for should be, relatively, obvious. And then he found it. Neatly stitched to a length of colon, a steriplast nodule no more than a fingernail long. Carefully pulling the nodule from its synthskin pocket, Jashin held it up to the light. Within the nodule, a tiny geometric crystal, no larger than a pea.
"...Was this worth dying for?"
Why give this to him? The fact that Poppi and Lyra had stunned him when he wasn't looking, and unceremoniously dumped him into the pod with their mission objective was far more upsetting than the fact they had died. Didn't they know they weren't from his clan? That, while he would feel sadness at their deaths, that he would none the less not grieve over their passing? Indeed, Poppi had been a father figure, Lyra an old lover, Ralk a brother in arms - and Jashin, ultimately, had felt more sadness over the passing of a dear pet than this motley collection of aliens. They, simply, were not of his clan. They were not his people. So...why choose the most callous among them to give this crystal to?
Perhaps it was because of his callousness, his indifference. For there was only one thing a Firrerreo hated more than other sentients: they hated being indebted to others. In one swift and decisive action, Lyra and Poppi had realized that the single sentient among them, who would more than likely spend the rest of his natural life trying to find the resistance (even if he had all his limbs blown off and was no more than a torso, dragging himself across the ground with his chin) was indeed Jashin - for no better reason than it made the Firrerreo's skin crawl to be indebted to a bunch of humans. And he was indeed indebted. They had stunned him, they had saved him, and now he had TWO debts to pay - one for a Jedi, another to this damned Resistance.
Jashin almost destroyed the crystal on the spot - knowing that he could destroy the delicate crystal in its clear nodule with a single flex of his fingers, literally destroying the very reason tens of thousands of sentients had died in the first place for. But he didn't. Yes, he had sworn he would no longer follow life debts...and if it had been ANYONE else, quite literally anyone, he would currently be debtless. But this was Poppi, and Lyra, and Ralk. The three had done enough for Jashin, cumulatively, that it merited at least serious consideration to complete their mission for them. Making up his mind, Jashin stabbed himself - carefully - in the belly, secreting the memory crystal within himself just as the pilot had done. His healing factor closing the wound up in a matter of minutes. He would tell not a soul. Not the Jedi. Not Sinina. No one. In time, he would figure out how to contact this...Resistance.
After all, right now he had far larger problems to deal with. The battle had died ended long ago, the wreckage of capital ships spiraling through space, radioactive fires burning and raging, throughout the space of wreckage were countless bodies, thousands, stormtroopers and Resistance soldiers alike. Here and there, wrecked starfighters tilted and twirled, the rare belated pilots surveying their surroundings on their meager internal life support. Elsewhere, escape pods - of which there were incredibly few - fired thrusters to avoid the great wrecks. Those that survived were overshadowed by the mountain of dead. Leaning back, shoving the dead pilot and his eviscerated form into a corner, Jashin fiddled with pod controls, attempting to get the things maneuvering jets to fire. But, apparently, it was damaged. He would have to wait to get picked up (not an impossibility, given the full life support and military grade beacon the pod had). Ironically, it was only then that Jashin remembered Pisces, the Kobbock. He had lost track of the creature during the running and fighting. But, Jashin wouldn't put it past the creature to have made it to a pod itself - he seemed to have an uncanny knack for survival.
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Hours passed, and Jashin had regretted killing the pilot. The corpse was already beginning to stink. Jashin was halfway through a ration bar, contemplating the dilemma of the corpse, when the pod jerked suddenly, a resounding *clang* ringing out through the pod's hull. Already the pod had run itself into multiple pieces of wreckage - albeit only a scant few, and all relatively small - so, at first, Jashin paid the sound no mind. It was only when he realized that the stars had stopped spinning, that something had physically taken control of the pod, that he pressed his face to the small viewport, trying to see what had retrieved him. Was it scavengers already? Imperials? Jatayus, he'd be in a load of shite if it was Imperials. But, then, if it was Resistance he could just pawn the crystal off and be on his merry way.
Waiting for airlocks to cycle, the pod registered a friendly environment, and, with a ding, the pod's hatch opened - revealing Sinina and Raven Alora, no less. He hadn't even considered that they would come up and retrieve him. Doubtless, though, he was a mess - blood pooled on the escape pod's floor even now leaked into the freighter, and the corpse of the pilot, entrails strewn about haphazardly, emitted a potent stink, also filling the freighter. Ducking out of the pod and into the freighter proper, Jashin cast about, before his eyes settled on the two.
"...What took you so long?"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 11, 2017 1:21:44 GMT -8
High above Naboo, The newly appointed Captain Riley fidgeted in "the chair" clearly not having come to terms with his new placement as commander of the last of Gadriel's Fleet that once numbered some dozen ships similar to the one he know commanded, and hundreds of smaller ones. That fleet, having been under the command of his mentor and clone batch brother Nakor. They had been grown with very specific instructions by the order of Gadriel himself. Having only met the now decieced Jedi Master on a handful of occasions he never truly got to know him the way his predicesors did and so for some reason never was able to come to terms with why he been created the way he had, with what seemed to him to be a myriad of flaws his Clone brothers did not seem to battle against.
Pulled from his revery by a beeping notification on the arm of his chair he coughed several times to center himself, a feat that seemed to go overlooked by the rest of the bridge crew and leaned forward linking the comm system to the rest of the small fleet.
::Captains, fall into formation and prepare for hyperspace jump, location... Felucia. Gentleman, We are going home.::
Riley stood and looked to the rest of his orders, having summoned D'lyse a few moments before making the announcement to the rest of the fleet he was expecting him any moment. D'lyse was one of the oldest among them, part of Gadriel's personal guard under the command of Captain Bobby, and now with both Bobby and Gadriel dead, he was in command of what remained of Gadriel's Army, second to only Captain Altair himself. This fact did not escape Riley as the legendary ARC walked onto the bridge, already in full tac gear and fully armed as if he had already known the orders he was about to be given. Riley steeled himself and whispered in attempt to match Altair's calm reserve.
"Captain D'lyse, The fleet has been ordered to return to Felucia, you and your choice of 5 Soldiers will take the captain's ship, and all of its cargo... and rendezvous with the Captain at Macros' Villa..."
"All the Cargo... Sir?"
"Yes Captain... Altair was quite specific, but gave no additional information."
D'lyse hardly smiled anymore, and yet a flicker of his lips hinted at the amusement he took from Riley's words. He nodded and snapped to attention giving Riley a crisp salut before turning to execute his orders, despite what he thought of them he was a soldier first and formost and would serve in that capacity until he like the rest of his Brothers were taken from this universe in death.
He clicked at his wrist communicator and passed word for his Command team to assymble in the Hanger bay the code for "heavy arms" being transmitted soon after, his team would know what it meant, he had one more stop to make first.
The observation deck that played host to the Conference room in normal situations had been requested by their "guest" and as such had been altered following very specific instructions into personal quarters. He stepped up to the door and raised his guantlet to knock when the door opened. He entered without hesitation or fear even though he knew next to nothing about the one within. whoever it was had never been seen by the army or the crew, never took meals with the Captain and the other officers, and as far as anyone could tell, never stepped from this room nor had been bothered by anyone save the Captain. D'lyse didn't know what was going to happen, but he had his orders. Stepping between two burgundy banners and gazing at a figure facing away from him, gazing at the stars he spoke in his clear and firm voice.
"Captain Altair has ordered his Ship prepared for action and has 'requested' that you accompany us to rendezvous with him on the planet below."
He knew he could not answer any further questions even if they were put to him, and even though he had opted on the diplomatic route he wouldn't leave this ship without... whoever this was aboard.
"The conference room aboard the Captain's ship will be made ready for your use and if you wish it, you will not be bothered."
He stilled himself once more, waiting, gazing at the black clocked and hooded figure. From here he couldn't make heads or tails of the figure, species, sex, anything. He paused and let the silence hang for a moment, making no move to leave. Just as he was about to speak again the cloaked figure raised a hand gestured for the ARC to depart. D'lyse took this as an agreement, tho he wasn't sure exactly how. He shook his head slightly and turned on his heel to leave the conference room, the doors sliding smoothly shut behind him as he did so. He exhaled slightly and nodded to himself before making his way down to the hanger bay to prep his crew and make sure the ship was ready for departure to... it didn't matter where, they would go.
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Post by Sinina Riso on Jan 11, 2017 4:34:11 GMT -8
*Sinina was so impatient as the air locks cycled, but when the door had opened and she saw him there, for the rest of her life she probably wouldn't be able to explain why, but her hand rose up and slapped him right across the face. Even he would be able to see the red sith runes glowing faintly on her skin, starting to disappear from sight again.
No sooner then her swing at his face was completed, her feet would carry her forwards into the opening of the pod, her arms going around him to hug herself to him, her head laid onto his shoulder, burying her face into his neck. She didn't speak, not yet. Her shoulders shook lightly, he may have even felt a few cool moisture drop onto the base of his neck. She stood there clung to him for a few long minutes, but as she stood there, calmer and calmer she became. The red glowing runes became less and less visible, then disappearing completely. As her lips slide along his neck as she was moving her head out from his neck, she sighed deeply. She looked up at him, staring up into his eyes. There was little space between them, it would not take much movement when she leaned in to quickly land her lips on his. She knew they said keep it quiet. But if she was pretty sure the empathy already knew after this mess. Then she finally spoke.*
Twice I've let you out of my sight.... twice you wind up looking almost dead... what am I to do with you...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 10:54:03 GMT -8
The slap came suddenly, albeit not altogether unexpectedly - females, regardless of species it seemed, tended to behave a certain way nigh universally.
"Ow." Replied Jashin in his signature deadpan monotone.
Before he could continue further, she was suddenly in his arms, pressed against him. Uncomfortably, Jashin stood there rather awkwardly for several seconds - Firrerreo didn't really express themselves amorously in front of others - before a hand came up to pat Sinina on the back and embrace her. Inwardly, he wondered at the odd symbols on her body - which glowed with a strange inner light. He had seen tattoos of a similar fluorescent nature, but he would have doubtlessly seen them on her before now. Perhaps they were related to the force and her powers. At that thought, his mind snapped backward into itself, and a firm mental wall threw itself up, while broadcasting strong emotions of the present - safeguarding his emotions and intentions - the sudden realization that the memory crystal and his secret may not be so secret around the mind readers making him fall back on old training. Looking past Sinina to Raven, Jashin's mouth creased itself into a thin line as he took in the Jedi, and even Sinina's kiss did not erase the scowl from his face.
"Twice I've let you out of my sight.... twice you wind up looking almost dead... what am I to do with you..."
At that, Jashin looked down at Sinina, his attention snapping back to her. "I can take care of myself. Besides, it's not my fault three entire fleets decided to drop out of hyperspace and fight each other. If I had known Naboo was going to be so fun, I would have brought a larger ship. Or at least a larger weapon than my pistol." He paused, then, suddenly off foot. Seventy thousand, by his estimation, had died for this crystal he now carried in his gut. If word got out, forces beyond his control would likely target Sinina, as well as the rest of the crew. And that, well that bothered Jashin. Not that he cared for the crew that much - the majority of them could hang from a rope for all he cared - but he did not like the idea of placing Sinina directly in harms way, regardless of what she said about her own capability and safety. Indeed, wouldn't the safe thing be to break things off right now, and become some kind of distant and reluctant companion to this crew? Fulfill his debt to the Jedi, then proceed to find the Resistance? This, too, brought up other issues. For if they were Jedi, surely they would not approve of his "expeditions" to plunder and raid as he saw fit. He wouldn't put it past the Raven to take the Shard of...
Oh. Oh, no.
"Shatta! Karking son of a kriffing Twi'lek!" The curses were accompanied by Jashin spinning around and away from Sinina, planting a fist into the - now cracked - viewport of the escapepod. "The jewel! My spice! It was on my ship!" Another punch, another round of curses, Jashin's hands coming up to tangle in his hair. "My ship! My karking ship! Blasted to little bitty bits!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 12, 2017 0:45:30 GMT -8
D'lyse exited the turbolift onto the hanger bay floor. Unlike most capital ships the Hammerhead Crusier sported only a single hanger bay opening to the starboard side of the crusier protected by a series of light turbo batteries and two one way ray shield projectors protecting the open bay from star fighter fire and perhaps all but the most direct fire from larger cruisers. The ARC Commander crossed the bay, past nearly a dozen Aurek Tactical Fighters, even the Captains own personal Aurek, then by a series of Twin-tails - larger and more durable than the earlier - towards the back of the Hanger where 5 other troopers worked with their gear and several large crates before a dark and intimidating Fury-Class Interceptor.
The chain of command and thus its structure had been altered several dozen times, and though he had remained in command of what remained of Gadriel's army the troopers that now surrounded him waiting for more detailed orders were ones that he had only served with for the last several months but he was sure of their effectiveness in combat, so much so that he had personally promoted them to fill the void in the Guard that once served their late Jedi Master. D'lyse stopped amid the group and removed his helmet - a lack of formality being shown that he had gained from his predecessor Bobby - and looked at the group for a moment before speaking, oddly enough at his lead they each in turn removed their helmets to receive him.
"We await our guest, had the ship been prepared, we know not where we are going nor for how long, nor yet again know what we may be facing - we need to be prepared for everything."
The female to his immediate left who had chosen the name Liz, was the first to reply.
"We've packed enough food to suit us all on normal rations for a month, and the gear of course as you requested Commander, heavy! However I am concerned about conference room for our guest... the instructions were quite, odd.
"Our guest, Commander - did you get a look? No one had seen or heard anything."
D'lyse' stoic face did not betray his own personal feelings on the matter as he looked from Liz to the second, Demolitions expert who had simply taking to calling himself Fuze.
"Very good sergeant, and it will have to do... Altair's guest should be joining us shortly, and I doubt there will be any complaint. And no, nothing save the look of a dark cloak and a very chilling feeling..."
Gadriel had of course trained all of the original guard in the ways of the Force and D'lyse had taken to the study as well as any of the others but still could barely grasp anything more than the basics, but he had taken to giving very special attention to the 'feelings' he experienced, like the one surrounding the mysterious figure that had been their guest for these past few weeks, ever since the battle that had brought them to Naboo. Reasons were of course kept to the Captain himself and D'lyse for one never questioned it, yet ever since the guest had been brought on board he had been more uneasy than normal, and the men were beginning to see it in him, though before he could speak further to quiet their doubts the familiar hiss of the turbolift doors echoed throughout the Bay and their eyes turned towards the sound.
As the doors opened two of the crew exited the lift visibly shaken but carrying a large ornate wooden box across the hanger bay and into the Interceptor, they paid no heed to the Troopers surrounding the craft and even they made no move to stop them, their attention in stead focusing on the one that soon followed after.
The figure stood to a height of 1.8 meters, taller than any of them, and wore a dark cloak covering the entirety of the figures form and masking even it's face - the hood pulled low and shadowing the entire head, but if this at all hindered or obstructed the beings sight the pace and precision of its stride did nothing to reveal the hinderance. The figure walked passed the collection of silent onlookers and mounted he ramp, at once disappearing into the craft and not to much longer after the two crewman came back out blinking slightly and each bore an expression of complete mindlessness as they shook themselves to their senses and both walked away without a word. D'lyse was the first to the recover and at last returned his helmet to his head and gestured to the ramp.
"Everyone aboard, it appears we are ready to depart. Janus, you two at the controls and let Captain Riley know we are ready to depart. Rendezvous point is the old Villa... the one Captain used to say belonged to Macros. The rest of you get the rest of this equipment stored and... no one goes near the conference room until Captain is back aboard, understood?"
There was a round of "Aye Sir"s before the squad set to work, the two troopers in opposing black and white armor that D'lyse had addressed singularly as Janus turned as one and made their way up the ramp and after a few moments there was an eerily silent hum as the Interceptors Baffled engines came to life. D'lyse remained until the last of the cargo had been loaded and turning to sweep the area one final time to be sure that nothing had been left behind he at last followed the remainder of his team aboard.
With the ramp raised and authorization given to depart the Interceptor gently raised itself from the deck of the hangerbay and passed through the one direction ray shields angling itself town towards the planet. The craft had no sooner departed the hanger bay when the Crusier and the smaller vettes in unison made the jump to light speed on the week long trip that would have them back to Felucia, back home. The Interceptor however, now en route to collect its own Captain, had a longer journey in store, and one perhaps more dangerous and it would be a doubt that anyone would notice the ship rising from the planet hours later on the other side of the planet and quietly making its own jump to hyperspace in the opposite direction, its journey at least for now, a much shorter one.
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Post by Sinina Riso on Jan 12, 2017 17:22:20 GMT -8
I'm not saying you can't...
*She sighed softly, but she was quick to step back when he started cursing and punching the wall. She didn't want to get hit by an errant fist. She wanted to stop him from doing it, but she knew he also needed to let it out. She sighs again and then she puts her hands on his shoulders standing behind him.*
I am sorry..
*She bites down on her lip as she rubbed his shoulders gently. She looks back at Raven then at him again.*
How about we get down to Naboo again... Maybe we will see something valuable flying in the debris even?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2017 18:45:21 GMT -8
"...The debris field?"
As quick as his anger came, it fled. Yes, of course, the debris field. Filled with thousands of dead - all wearing military grade equipment. Not to mention the floating wrecks, equipped with military grade weapons, emitters, and power cores. But he couldn't conduct a salvage operation himself, could he? No, no...he'd need a ship, and a crew - even a temporary one - in order to sift through the wreckage. Granted, the entire operation would be highly illegal. Not to mention dangerous...any survivors would be armed and dangerous, and other scavengers - and other pirates as well - might attack and attempt to loot the cargo. Add to that authority ships from Naboo, patrolling not only the wreckage, but handling any attempts at salvage (it was, after all, by ancient maritime laws, technically all the property of naboo, now).
Already, a plan began to form in Jashin's mind. He had already gained and lost two ships: he could do it thrice again. All he needed...were the right conditions.
"Sinina. Take me back to the inn."
A pause.
"Please."
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Post by Sinina Riso on Jan 12, 2017 19:05:34 GMT -8
*Sin frowned at him as he questioninly asked about the debris field. It would be pretty obvious she thought. Where there were fleet battles. There was wreckages. Even his ship must be there somewhere. She didn't even have time to really answer before he asked her to take her back down to the inn. She bites her lip nervously and rubbed at the back of her neck, looking back at Raven then back to Jashin.*
Well.. In all honesty.. Raven flew the ship up.. I don't know how to fly.. But you can take us in if you want..
*She smiles at him, hoping he didn't think less of her for not knowing. She was far to young when leaving Dathomir to learn to pilot, so her mom said. And her Guardians here on Naboo thought that her studies on Diplomacy and Negotiation were more important. She was always told that was what Pilots were for.*
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Post by Raven Alora on Jan 12, 2017 20:00:00 GMT -8
Well Sinina got her man back- and her very predictable response of slapping the kriff out of him did not go unnoticed by the tiny Jedi Master, peering over her shoulder at them, while she kept an eye out for anyone up here who might want to target them- after all, they were in a ship previously owned by... Well she wasn't quite sure what Muscles was charged with but it was nothing good. Alora figured she'd been in stranger places.
And as she looked at the Firrerreo she unintentionally got the distinct impression that he was hiding something.- But that thought was instantly shrugged off in the Jedi's mind simply because she got the same impression the very first time she laid her tiny eyes on his shouting figure the previous night- while they were in the lake surrounded by exploded boat pieces and bobbing crates.
Plus he was giving her that "i wish anyone ever else was up here rescuing me other than you" expression. Raven didn't particularly like that expression. It was always annoying to take one's time to save an ungrateful person. But that was part of being a Jedi, she supposed. But really- she'd done it for Sinina, and for the fact that Jashin was related to someone remotely more polite....at least to her. Then he began punching the view port of the escape pod- shouting about his newly refurbished ship and everything he'd lost on it- except he failed to mention anyone on his ship who might have died in the chaos out there. Even now, the Jedi Master could feel force signatures blinking out of existence. Years ago, when she was still a Knight- learning more about her empathy, a scene like this would have made her ill. Now- it just made her sad. What were they fighting over? Why had there been so many lives tossed into the afterlife? And was it worth it?
For an instant her normally calm face became sullen and very depressed- but only for an instant- perhaps no one would notice the vague gaze she allowed to wonder off into nowhere- the flux of the force rolling coldly through her mind. A lot of the people outside their protected ship were afraid, seconds before their emotions were snatched away from them by death. But then Raven remembered that she really should start breathing again. So after several seconds of unwanted concentration, her delayed breath sounded more like a gasp- such that Jashin might think her privy to the secret he literally hid within himself. But all the small Jedi said was-
I've already let the force and Sinina talk me into steeling this ship- I doubt my conscience will allow me to allow you to loot the dead and disheveled ship carcasses, but do feel free to come back up here. The owner of this ship won't be coming back for it.
She said with an ambiguous shrug, wondering how far Jashin's imagination would take him as to just how she acquired such a vessel.
Regardless- I'm very glad your survived. Let's get back planetside before someone decides that we deserve to be like the rest of these metal husks. She gave Jashin a perfectly genuine smile- because she really was happy he was alive- even if he wasn't her favorite person. At least she was able to pluck one soule out of the empty void of space. Part of her wanted to go look for other survivors, and she was half tempted to demand they do so- but now there was another flight capable person on the ship, and he would no doubt put up some resistance. Resistance she could probably overcome, but she really didn't feel like fighting right now. With that same solemn look alighting on her face again, completely contrasting the smile- she turned around and sat in the pilot's seat, turning the ship around to head back into atmosphere, falling coldly silent.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2017 20:21:28 GMT -8
"Well.. In all honesty.. Raven flew the ship up.. I don't know how to fly.. But you can take us in if you want.."
"I'm sure you'll manage." Jashin said quickly, not wishing to be alone in the cockpit with the Jedi. Behind Sinina, he noticed Raven's odd breathing, but, not exactly being well versed in force powers or there function, honestly didn't really know what to think. In the end, he chalked it up to nerves over flying more than anything else.
"I've already let the force and Sinina talk me into steeling this ship- I doubt my conscience will allow me to allow you to loot the dead and disheveled ship carcasses, but do feel free to come back up here. The owner of this ship won't be coming back for it."
Jashin just snorted at the woman's comment. He didn't like the woman very much either, in all honesty. She was someone who, in his opinion, had it easy - food, shelter, and other such things were often the least concern of force wielders, in his experience. So far removed from the everyman, no wonder it was easy for them to look down at scavengers and criminal elements, who, in many cases, were just living the lives they had been dealt. Vaguely, he wondered how she and Sinina had gotten the ship in the first place, but, in the end, he simply shrugged - probably just tricked him using force powers, or otherwise deceived him into...something. If there was one thing that Jedi were, it was deceitful to those that deserved it. No doubt he was in some lawman's hands now, believing a false promise of a clean getaway.
Her sorrowful look, followed by her solemnity, had Jashin smirking a little. She was obviously distressed by the mass of death in the void outside. No doubt she could sense their lives snuffing out one by one. Walking past her to the cockpit, he gave a final parting shot to the diminutive woman, as he often did now when in her presence.
"Take a good look, sweetheart. That out there? That's real life. And no matter how many you could have saved...ten more would die in their place."
With a snort, Jashin made for the cargo bay, intent to check the manifest before they reached the surface.
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Post by Sinina Riso on Jan 12, 2017 21:29:37 GMT -8
I will..?
*She frowned, how would she manage? If he wasn't going to fly the ship, Raven would have to. She would likely crash and kill all of them. She bites her lip softly. It also seemed that he and Raven did not get along well. She wasn't sure what to do about that, because ever since they jumped from the ship and did all the had on Etti... She looked up to Raven. And then Jashin, much as he at times aggrevated her, she was finding herself...oogling over him a bit. She sighs deeply as she looked from one to the other.*
Jash... Life is a little more valuable then that...
*She sighed softly, watching him storm off to the cargo bay. She turned towards Raven, looking at her seriously for a moment. She before she could even think a second time on it. Hugged Raven. Closing her eyes tightly and then released the woman again.*
I do thank you so much for your help. Seeing as he is off there... would you be willing to fly us back down? I will check on him then see if you need help...
*She bites her lip again, another realization coming to her. Her eyes widened, she put up a hand one finger raised, then she turned and very hurriedly followed the direction that Jashin had gone, leaving Raven she hoped to fly the ship down to the spaceport again. She when reaching Jashin, she looked him over. She couldn't imagine what he must feel. She hadn't thought deep enough into what had happened. She bites her lip, putting a hand on his shoulder.*
Jash... you okay? Was Poppi out there..? I... What can I do to help?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 21:42:59 GMT -8
In the void of space, a flash of light permitted a black dagger of a ship to slip into being. A First Order Vindicator-class Heavy Cruiser, the "Interrogator" had received reports not hours earlier of a certain memory crystal, detailing highly sensitive military intelligence, having been stolen by an Alliance fleet in a vicious battle in the neutral system of Naboo. Such as it was, in the face of protests and assurances of the Naboo Monarchy, that Reizo Ren had been dispatched.
In truth, the First Order cared little for the system's neutral status; or its rights under the non-aggression concessions of its treaties with the Order. No, not when such a battle been fought in its territory, and not when such heavy losses - for both sides - had been delivered. Now, the Orderwas scrutinizing the aftermath, only a single question in mind...
Who has the crystal? Muttered Reizo, his voice buzzing and synthesized. Standing at the bridge of the Interrogator, hands clasped behind his back, crewmen and officers droned away in their techpits - reports slowly filtering in,
"Commander! Sensors detect massive amounts of debris...it looks like all ships involved in the engagement were completely destroyed."
This report was unsurprising, and altogether typical; the Order had superior technology, but the Alliance fought for their very existence. The end result was a zero-sum war for both sides; a horrific war of attrition that used up both sides until nothing was left. This was why Reizo was deployed; to find tactical advantages, to probe weaknesses, and to advise on strategy based on gathered intelligence, so that the First Order's victory could be something other than pyrrhic. Begin scans for Girondium-34 isotopes. Alert me the second that a concentration over five percent is found. Turning, Reizo slowly made his way off the bridge, his tunic swishing behind him - his technicians dutifully following his orders. There was little to go off of, by all reports. But one of the few things working in his favor, was the fact that the memory crystal had been tagged with a particular radioactive isotope that flared when subjected to sensor scans. There was little chance, but, perhaps they would be so lucky as to find the crystal floating amongst the wreckage. Unlikely as that was. Slowly, at a perfectly calculated pace, Reizo Ren paced back to his meditation chamber. Where sensors failed, perhaps the force would divine...
Regardless, it was only a matter of time.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2017 21:45:38 GMT -8
A Stalwart-class freighter rose from the surface of the planet, its transponder showing it to be "The Rusty Rake". If anyone care to look closer, the ship would have been due in port a few days ago, and was now running late to a routine freight transport to Sullust.
Orienting briefly, the ship jumped to hyperspace - its crew and their story headed for the war torn world of Dantooine.
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