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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 4, 2016 14:34:02 GMT -8
Aya smiles as she pulls out a small bio sample device & sets it on the table.
-Aya
A sample for you will take all of five seconds. Just press the pad into your palm. There will be minimal pain.
The guests reactions had been funny, after all what was the point of immense power & fame if you have to act responsible all the time. Word games & minor pranks were a good, safe way to work off stress. On the other hand, she didn't want to frighten the woman. She leveled an intimidating glare at Non, something she was very good at.
-Aya
I feel I don't have to remind you, brother. However, you should avoid non-consensual heirs. In any possible derivation of the term. Otherwise, I shall be extremely upset with you. Understood?
The last line was said with the sweetest smile Aya could form.
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Post by Sinina Riso on May 4, 2016 15:24:19 GMT -8
*Sinina looks up at NCO, she tilts her head and then glanced at Aya before back to him and looks him up and down, she may be young, she may have been raised on Naboo in a political setting but she wasn't a push over. She had made sure she was not just a woman destined to be a damsel in distress.*
Relations? With you? Well... You don't really look my type... but if you're good enough your sister wouldn't be detered by blood...
*She let the words trail off ominously letting his own mind fill in whatever blanks it would, she did not care, now knowing where the conversation was, and that they seemed to care little if she were part of it, she grew more comfortable. Even as the words hang there, she leaned in slightly towards him, sliding her fingers over his on the table and giving him a lustful look, before returning to her normal look and sitting up again with a slight smile, she felt her earlier rage fading into the depths of her mind.*
Even though I wasn't raised with the Nightsisters, like my sister, Or amoungst the Mandalorians like my twin, Does not mean I can not handle myself.
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May 4, 2016 18:44:26 GMT -8
Adi likes this
Post by Raven Alora on May 4, 2016 18:44:26 GMT -8
Alora nodded slowly. The Zabrak was smart. She'd met many cunning sith in her lifetime and it only gave her reason to be more careful around this one in particular. She wasn't expecting him to jump her or anything, but there was more than one way to corner a person, and she knew it. For now though, he seemed more- uneasy perhaps? The small Empath peered at him but for a moment so he wouldn't become suspicious that she was trying to passively get read on him; but empathy was such a natural trait for Raven, she did it almost automatically.
I'd assume she's been there for at least a year. I haven't felt her through the force sense she vanished on Yavin, so I expect she's been unconscious all this time. The small Jedi sighed and shook her head. She probably has no idea how long it's been. Her sense of time will probably be very...skewed- Even before, she was rarely in the present.
She finally turned and looked fully at Loki, his strange suspense finally pushing her to speak about it. She'd felt the strange shifting feeling rippling from him ever sense he took note of her before even boarding the ship. With boldness, for such a small creature, yet, softened with some concern, Raven spoke.
Is something else bothering you?
OK. So the little person was on her back. Meeka let out a slight breath. He wasn't too heavy, and he called her mighty. There was no end to his compliments, and she found herself liking him more and more. Rearing up with a squeak/ roar, the tiny dragon bounded once- twice, then flapped her wings several times and pushed off the ground, into the air.
Her flying wasn't bothered much by the extra weight, and she flew quickly up to the table, perching there before leaping off and allowing the added height to give her gliding space to lazily drift through the air. It wasn't a terrible ride at all, because she felt that- if she did give him a terrible ride, he might be afraid and never want to ride with her again, or open her bag again, and she'd be alone! in the dark! forever!
So she was nice...
at least... for now.
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Post by Loki on May 4, 2016 18:58:14 GMT -8
Loki listened as she spoke of how long Anna’s imprisonment was, wondering vaguely, how freedom would feel after such a time. Remembering his own time as an experiment, his silver eye flashed yellow for a moment while he clenched his fists, thinking of those times, brought him such rage, a white hot rage that was only rivaled by that which had consumed him for years, before finally killing his brother. Loki felt something wash over him, and then the Jedi asked if he was alright. “I am fine, little Jedi, I merely wish to be on our way, everyday she remains within the machine is another day. We must get her out…Not just for her sake, but for the universe.” Loki said quietly.
How did she know that Loki was feeling horrid, that he had murdered the co-pilot’s father, mother and even her brother, her family, her friends everyone she had once known except for a few. How could she pick up on his unease so easily? This little Jedi was an enigma, and it unnerved the Sith, it scared him, recently he felt fear for many reasons, reasons which before he had never experienced, perhaps finding Adi, had been a mistake. What was happening to him? What was he becoming? Confusion settled in, like a small insect waiting to bite again, he wondered if he would ever find is true way..or if he would be stuck like a leaf in the wind.
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Post by Raven Alora on May 4, 2016 19:37:38 GMT -8
Raven blinked and looked away from Loki- almost self consciously. It appeared that her question had only cast him further into emotional turmoil. Closing her eyes, the small Jedi contemplated for a few silent moments. Adieumus and Loki might have a past, and her own placement on the ship might have thrown off such a dark being like the Zabrak, but Anna herself had a sharp impact on him also. She wondered how many other consciousnesses Loki ran into when meditating. She figured not many. And Anna was strange- possessing a meekness which belied her true abilities and understanding. She always seemed in need of protection, and yet, most of the time, she ended up protecting others much older than herself. And she knew people, in a way Raven's empathy could only faintly match. Raven could easily peg who someone was- but Anna, she knew who they would become.
Anna reached out to you, specifically for a reason.
Alora said, at length.
Perhaps, she can help give rest to your troubled soul. She spoke softly, as if still in thought, trying to put the pieces together. How did the Seer end up here? and how had she missed it? Why was Anna- who remained active in the force, apparently- still invisible to a Jedi Master who watched the child grow up? She doubted Anna grabbed onto the Zabrak simply because he was the easiest to get to. Anna never had only one reason for doing things. She supposed all her questions would be answered in time- just like before. A look of serenity came to the Jedi's face. As with all things- the force would tell her what she needed to know, even if it wasn't everything she wanted to know.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2016 21:19:26 GMT -8
OK. So the little person was on her back. Meeka let out a slight breath. He wasn't too heavy, and he called her mighty. There was no end to his compliments, and she found herself liking him more and more. Rearing up with a squeak/ roar, the tiny dragon bounded once- twice, then flapped her wings several times and pushed off the ground, into the air.
Her flying wasn't bothered much by the extra weight, and she flew quickly up to the table, perching there before leaping off and allowing the added height to give her gliding space to lazily drift through the air. It wasn't a terrible ride at all, because she felt that- if she did give him a terrible ride, he might be afraid and never want to ride with her again, or open her bag again, and she'd be alone! in the dark! forever!
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Post by E`yame Matango on May 5, 2016 12:53:47 GMT -8
*Where was he headed? That was a very good question, and Atton didn't really have an answer for her. For the first time he could remember, he didn't really have a destination or purpose. He was likely dead to the galaxy, and he doubted that the Jedi knew that he still lived. It may not have been by chance that he had ended up on Etti IV of all places, but he had no idea what to do or where to go. He almost felt...lost.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 5, 2016 20:14:29 GMT -8
NCO removed his gauntlet and placed his palm over the device. As soon as it finished up he put he gauntlet back on, he didn't like being out of his armor, he'd been ambushed too many times to feel comfortable without it. He shrugged his sister's admonition off, he knew she was serious, but at the same time it wasn't something he could actually do given his character. He was pretty sure Aya knew that, so he considered it to be a continuation of the sparring, and reacted accordingly.
As Sinina threw her own two cents in, he paused to look at her hand resting upon his gauntlet... He resisted batting the hand way reflexively and turned back to his food, ignoring her gaze. He did this as mostly to show, instead of wasting breath saying the obvious, that she wasn't exactly at the top of his own, admittedly non-existent, list. Her last comments though strike him as odd, and he gives her a confused look.
Of course you can, otherwise you would have been dismissed before you even got your first glance. We aren't looking for nerf stock here, ya know.
I look back to my plate for a few more bites, sometimes women say the weirdest things. I glance across the table at Aya, wondering if she had anything else she wanted to discuss.
"Was that everything you wanted to discuss or just the opening feint?"
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 5, 2016 21:14:53 GMT -8
Aya was surprised by how quickly the woman rallied & returned fire into the conversation. She was looking more & more like better stock. Aya preferred her women with bite & spirit. Too bad she seemed more interested in Non.
-Aya
That takes care of the Clan business part of this little reunion. If you have the time I'd love to spend some time catching up. You really do spend too much time out of contact.
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Post by Sinina Riso on May 6, 2016 21:17:22 GMT -8
*Sinina almost felt a ping of disappointment as NCO didn't hardly seem to react to her. She looks up at him, then at Aya, She didn't know much of their clan, she barely knew much about Ordo. She frowns a moment at NCO's answer, she had heard her mother and the Nightsisters talk of men in such ways, breeding stock and slaves, anything else was not worth their mention.*
Well, I could hardly be considered stock. Daughter of the Matriarch of the Nightsisters, Daughter of the Ruler of Mustafar...well until his passing at Loki's hands..though he did deserve what he got.. Raised amoungst the Royalty of Naboo.... Look at this dress! I am far better then any Jari'eyc dala[ugly women] you could find anywhere else. Especially in short notice.
*She grins at Aya, expecting more reaction out of her then NCO, he seemed too stiff and unwilling to unwind. Which seemed weird as she thought that was why she had been extended an invite in the first place, Sinina on the other hand had relaxed, let her anger dissipate and allowed herself to have some fun with the situation.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 6, 2016 21:48:10 GMT -8
Aya waves an easy hand in vague dismissing gesture, as it waving away the other woman's fading anger.
-Aya
You misunderstand. When we talk of stock are literally talking about stock. Genetic stock as a point of fact. The other clans have a habit of looking down on us for a number of reasons, not least of which is our disposition to, certain modifications. Our Buir, the previous in all but name aliit'alor of our clan spent a great deal of time both on & eventually ruling Kamino. After Zabraks & Humans, the greatest segment of our clan is made up of Kaminoans. We don't clone, not exactly. But we do us the knowledge gained from them to be some of the foremost experts of genetic replication & modification. As well as being on the leading edge of practical deployment. Given a base genetic sample, it is simple enough to alter it using our extensive library records of isolated features to produce a living being.
Aya switch her drink to a pale red liquid that seemed to be trying to crawl up over the rim & out of the cup.
-Aya
Genetically speaking, the result would be the grandchild, or even great-grandchild of the original source. But with tweaked genes for the best result. Heightened intelligence? Faster reactions? Stronger? Faster healing? Cosmetic alterations? All easy enough to pull off. While the vast majority of the clan is technically Zabrak, the genetics range would require hundreds of years of the entire zabrak species cross breeding with anything they could to replicate in natural conditions. So yes, you could be considered stock. But the term doesn't give proper weight to the value it holds to the Clan.
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Post by Vash'Ur Nam'Aser on May 7, 2016 0:19:49 GMT -8
Now...quite simply...how best to announce himself to the merry little band? The idea of walking up on them indiscriminately might be less-than-appealing, considering the company that the former prince was now keeping. So, at what level did he wish to engage them? The answer seemed to come to him in the midst of his thoughts. There were several references in Vash's monitoring programs that kept coming up in the feeds he was getting from "The Wayward Son's" footage. All were alluding to a "slicer". Upon further inspection, it seemed as though the crew was needing a talented slicer to help them with some sort of job. Vash admitted, his interest was piqued. However, he still wasn't sure exactly what they were attempting to pull off. He could delve further, but, that would take time. Perhaps it was best, then, to get the word straight from the bantha's mouth? He considered his angle for a moment, and then came to a rather adept conclusion. His aim would be to find the whole of the crew that had gathered on Etti IV, wherever they were, and hack their comms to announce himself. Some of the comm frequencies were already in the ship's computer, and the few that weren't? Well, the tricky part started there.*
*He began by locking into the ones he already did have. Then, identifying the remaining few, he accessed the internal and external holocams of the ship and city, tracking their movements as best he could. Once he had found them in real-time, he would lock in on their signals and analyze them. After several moments, he would have them all keyed in. And in the midst of them, he would give them all a grand hello.Accessing both the ship's internal comms and that of the external individuals who were enjoying their time out in the city, "Mr. White" came across their comms with a simply-hacked comm call-and-answer program. Placing himself on speaker, he would allow his melodious Carratosian accent to grace their ears - or ear-like auditory sensors.
"Attention, crew of th' 'Wayward Son'. I am attemptin' ta contact ye on behalf of my employ'r, whom ye have tried ta contact on Na'bue. Ye can all me 'Mr. White' - altho' mah name is inconsequential at this time. Ye'll find meh on yer boat, locat'd direct'leh in yer cargo hold. Ah should let ye know, ah mean ye no harm. Just passin' along th' message, as it were. Ah look forward ta meetin' ye all, verreh soon. 'Ave a nice day."
Cutting off the transmission, "Mr. White" moved out into the open, sitting on the edge of the outer-most crate.He meant what he'd said. This was all just for show, to let them know of "Mr. White's" talents, and continually-build on the his reputation while giving his potential clients a proper "heads-up" regarding his presence here. He'd much rather cut through all the diatribe and give himself the edge from the beginning of negotiations. As long as he was up front with them, he'd be able to tell if they were willing to do the same. All else was secondary, at this point.
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May 7, 2016 11:21:04 GMT -8
Post by Loki on May 7, 2016 11:21:04 GMT -8
Loki nodded at Raven and sat back deep in thought, when both their commlinks cackled and said the same message, within a breath Loki was standing the snap-hiss of his single bladed black saber rang through the ship, someone was with them. He held it in a defensive posture looking deeper into the ships recesses and entrances to the other holds, he held up his wrist and pressed a button with on his datacomm with his nose and spoke. “Show yourself, immediately if I come find you, I promise you will not like it.” Loki said loudly, both into his comm and loud enough to be heard naturally as well, Loki looked back at Raven. “Prepare yourself, this might spell trouble.” Loki turned back towards hallway, lightsaber at the ready. His thoughts a whirl, while the message hadn’t been threatening, Loki was taking no chances with this, there had been to many unexpected things in his life for him to start taking chances now. |
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Post by Raven Alora on May 7, 2016 12:06:36 GMT -8
Well that was brilliant. She'd finally started feeling the Zabrak relax in thought, when every com in the ship went off at the same time. Group texts were so rude.
She pulled out her com instinctively, even though the message was audible. And before the message fully ended, Loki stood to his full height, his saber hissing to life with a quavering black beam. The Jedi didn't flinch, or really move for that matter. She subconsciously noted his speed. Her friend Zendora and the Mandalorian Taung, had taunt her to always look for strengths and weaknesses in everyone, friend of foe- because those two words were fickle ones.
Loki's voice boomed with a certain kind of authority the darkside aided, but the individual created. All in all, he was a very impressive creature. He looked down at her, telling her to prepare herself. She nodded slowly in response, but otherwise, remained seated. Even still, the force within her stretched out it's wings and started to familiarize itself with the objects and people in the ship. The Jedi's hand rested lightly on the hilt of her right lightsaber, concealed under her brown colored robe- she figured she should change into something more comfortable soon,ish. So to the average observer, Raven really didn't look like she did anything, but a force user would probably sense her invisible actions. A jedi didn't necessary have to move, to be effective.
Did the crew attempt to contact someone on Naboo?
Raven asked curiously.
What-----was....the human doing? What was that horrible, ear shattering sound piercing her tiny, highly sensitive dragon ears??? Was he in pain? Was he dying? And above all, how could she shut him up.
Taking another circle around the room, Meeka suddenly dive bombed the bed, backwards so as to fling him off her back a few inches away- still on the bed. And if that did happen, she would pen him to the bed with her front feet and rwar/ squeek at him.
She thought she would play nice, and all she got in return was a squalling tiny person.
Meeka was a girl- a very moody one.
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Post by Vash'Ur Nam'Aser on May 7, 2016 14:32:58 GMT -8
He heard the voice booming through the connecting hallways. Was his message truly that unclear? From the sound of the weapon being ignited - a lightsaber, Vash gathered - he could only assume that was true.With an audible sigh, the BRD decided to speak plainly so the booming voice could hear him from where he sat on the crate. After all, he had cut the communication already, and there was no sense in trying to appease the brutish male simply because he wished to feel dominant.
"There's truly n'reason fer alarm, lad. Calm yerself. Ah thought ah was bein' clear when ah said I was in yer cargo hold. I'm unarmed, and ye'll find meh poor sport if yer lookin' ta kill somethin'." He was hoping to speak long enough so that the man could follow his voice. As soon as he'd see him round the corner - presumably in a huff - he'd continue. "Ahh...there ya are. Glad ta finally meet ye. I'm Mr. White, as ah've said. I'll be glad ta answer any and all of yer questions, once the remainder of yer crew arrives or checks in. Is that...agreeable?"
Whether it was or wasn't, Vash had no intention of revealing anything further until he was able to speak with Adi. The one advantage of being who he was happened to be in his anonymity and his purpose for being there. That his purpose was so readily misunderstood by the brutish Zabrak didn't speak well of his character, according to everything the Bothan had discerned thus far. Perhaps time would tell, though. Vash wasn't beyond giving the benefit of the doubt if a person's initial reaction to him wasn't all that cordial.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 7, 2016 16:29:10 GMT -8
I sit back and nod my head, I had been out of contact a lot. Part of it was dodging paperwork, but most of it was just enjoying the hunts and not having any meaningful family memeories to pull from to understand how to relate to family. it was both easier and harder to relate to Aya and Z'har than the rank and file of the clan. Easier because they treated him as an equal, harder ... because he barely knew them. They were stuck here, or where ever the clan head was at the time, running the clan, and NCO wasn't fond of the politics and social posturing that went on at many such events entailed. I consider how to start when Sinina protests being called stock, and I pause to look at her as she speaks, a grin breaking across my face as a reply forms in my head.Well, I could hardly be considered stock. Daughter of the Matriarch of the Nightsisters, Daughter of the Ruler of Mustafar...well until his passing at Loki's hands..though he did deserve what he got.. Raised amongst the Royalty of Naboo.... Look at this dress! I am far better then any Jari'eyc dala[ugly women] you could find anywhere else. Especially in short notice.
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May 7, 2016 19:46:31 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 7, 2016 19:46:31 GMT -8
Aya tapped her bottom lip for a moment with her index finger.
-Aya
That reminds me, I do need to get you on my slab sometime in the near future for a check up & a few small tweaks.
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Post by Sinina Riso on May 7, 2016 22:31:33 GMT -8
*Sinina frowns as she absorbs Aya's information, she bit her lip softly as she thinks hard about it.*
I suppose, I know Mandalorians opinions of cloning, I can see why they would think less of genetic modding in the same line of logic..
*Sin frowned at NCO, she sits up straighter.*
Hardly a purebred.. Mom is Echani, Dad was...whatever he was... I was young when he died. Mom doesn't talk of it.
*her frown furrows deeper as she looks at NCO, she shakes her head, her silver hair bounced slightly as she does.*
I'm not offended. Now if you said I was unworthy of any notice I would be offended. I'm half Echani, I am surprised any vode will even talk to me.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 7, 2016 23:39:09 GMT -8
NCO gazed warily at his sister at the mention of being put on a slab... correction, her slab.
"Oi, I like all my bits right where they are thank you."
I turn to Sinina as she responds to me, and listen carefully, before shaking my head gently, and explaining myself a little.
"You don't have to be a pure-blood to have a pedigree, in some cases, prime example Aliit D'ordinii, mixed breeds are preferred. A pedigree simply shows what traits are likely to be within your genes, by listing sires, grand sires, and so on, along with their notable physical traits. By tracing common traits in your ancestors you can forecast what traits your offspring will have, even if you don't display them yourself. And don't worry we'll take special care to only notice half of you if you like, though which half is noticed may vary."
NCO teases lightly before retuning to his plate, nearly finished now. His drink he fills again with swirling blue solution with a low vapor pressure, that sends tendrils of mist floating down the side of the cup and then off the table. A sip revealed a fruity sweet, yet deep flavor that burned slightly as it moved. He savored a second swig with an audible hum of satisfaction.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 8, 2016 7:38:24 GMT -8
Aya laughs lightly at Non's wariness.
-Aya
But you would look so much better with Golden eyes & that is a trait we will need to install in any heirs. Simplest to get it at the source.
A discrete motion to the maître d' at one end of the room, had a waiter at their table for a few bare moments to clear off the empty plates & drink bottles. Leaving the dishes still in progress & placing a few new bottles on the table before retreating from sight again. The Aya stopped the conversation for a moment clearly allowing the extra pair of ears to leave before continuing.
-Aya
I promise not to remove or toy with anything that can't be replaced. You act like you don't trust me to behave, brother.
Aya put on a facade of wounded innocence, but the devilish grin ruined any hope of it being successful.
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