Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Mar 5, 2020 0:51:42 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Martin smirked at Xakire's response. Despite the months of invasive torture methods, he was in good spirits. Especially for being a Sith Lord. As Dr. Archer extracted the blood sample and took several tissue samples, Martin crossed his arms and leaned up against the wall."Well, you could go for a walk, but as I understand it rather...cold...outside."As Dr. Archer finished, Martin motioned for the Orcus droids to follow him out, leaving just Xakire and Martin in the room."So...I don't suppose I could persuade you to just give me the information my employer seeks, could I? Rather than going through this charade again..."Harper knew that this man wasn't the type to just roll over and give them the information, however. But there was no harm in asking. "Ah, I could do with stretching the old legs. Wouldn't want to forget how to use them," he joked back, pondering if would rather be sucked into the vacuum than continue this nightmare. At least he wouldn't be bored anymore. "See the problem though is that I'm just not really privy that much information. As much as I fancy myself being important, I'm really not that important. I don't have much to tell you," he said flippantly. "Besides, I haven't even met your employer. Perhaps if he came and visited I might be more inclined to do what he wants."
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 25, 2020 9:20:19 GMT -8
"Ah, I could do with stretching the old legs. Wouldn't want to forget how to use them," he joked back, pondering if would rather be sucked into the vacuum than continue this nightmare. At least he wouldn't be bored anymore. "See the problem though is that I'm just not really privy that much information. As much as I fancy myself being important, I'm really not that important. I don't have much to tell you," he said flippantly. "Besides, I haven't even met your employer. Perhaps if he came and visited I might be more inclined to do what he wants." Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Martin smirked at Xakire's response. He believed that this man didn't have much information to give, though his employer was persistent. But meeting the man in person wasn't something that was going to happen any time soon. The Illusionist didn't do face to face. Only a half dozen people had ever actually seen him in person."My boss isn't one to make house calls...though he might make an exception for you. Though meeting him in person is out of the question. He's not a people person...and that's putting it mildly. I can set up the call, if you really want to speak to him, however...?"Martin shrugged, indifferent to Xakire's request. Speaking to The Illusionist wasn't likely to reveal anything to Xakire, nor would it hurt anything. And The Illusionist did like to talk, even to high value prisoners, such as Xakire...
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Mar 25, 2020 18:37:19 GMT -8
"Ah, I could do with stretching the old legs. Wouldn't want to forget how to use them," he joked back, pondering if would rather be sucked into the vacuum than continue this nightmare. At least he wouldn't be bored anymore. "See the problem though is that I'm just not really privy that much information. As much as I fancy myself being important, I'm really not that important. I don't have much to tell you," he said flippantly. "Besides, I haven't even met your employer. Perhaps if he came and visited I might be more inclined to do what he wants." Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Martin smirked at Xakire's response. He believed that this man didn't have much information to give, though his employer was persistent. But meeting the man in person wasn't something that was going to happen any time soon. The Illusionist didn't do face to face. Only a half dozen people had ever actually seen him in person."My boss isn't one to make house calls...though he might make an exception for you. Though meeting him in person is out of the question. He's not a people person...and that's putting it mildly. I can set up the call, if you really want to speak to him, however...?"Martin shrugged, indifferent to Xakire's request. Speaking to The Illusionist wasn't likely to reveal anything to Xakire, nor would it hurt anything. And The Illusionist did like to talk, even to high value prisoners, such as Xakire... "I get that, I've never been much of people person either," he said, "Sure I'd like to speak to him. If for no other reason than to change things up a bit. I'm rather bored," he paused, "No offence to you, Martin. I mean, I love our little chats, but it's gotten a bit bland with the same questions and all that."He was curious about this mysterious 'boss'. He doubted much would come of a conversation with him, but it certainly couldn't hurt. At least, no more than the whole torture thing did.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 2, 2020 9:46:12 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.With a smirk, Martin plucked a spherical holo-drone from his belt."Well, don't say I didn't warn you..."Activating the drone, he tossed it casually out onto the floor, where it light up and hovered up to eye level with Xakire."Boss. Got someone here who would like to speak with you..."Exploding with a flash of light, the holographic image of The Illusionist appeared, sharply dressed and holding a lit cigarette in his right hand.Mr. Callidus. I must say, this little meeting is both sooner and yet much later than I was anticipating. Mr. Harper informs me that you would like to speak with me, so by all means, speak away.Taking a drag off of his cigarette, The Illusionist exhaled slowly, left hand in his pocket, piercing blue eyes scanning over the prisoner, waiting for his first set of questions, which he undoubtedly had.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Apr 2, 2020 10:31:45 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.With a smirk, Martin plucked a spherical holo-drone from his belt."Well, don't say I didn't warn you..."Activating the drone, he tossed it casually out onto the floor, where it light up and hovered up to eye level with Xakire."Boss. Got someone here who would like to speak with you..."Exploding with a flash of light, the holographic image of The Illusionist appeared, sharply dressed and holding a lit cigarette in his right hand.Mr. Callidus. I must say, this little meeting is both sooner and yet much later than I was anticipating. Mr. Harper informs me that you would like to speak with me, so by all means, speak away.Taking a drag off of his cigarette, The Illusionist exhaled slowly, left hand in his pocket, piercing blue eyes scanning over the prisoner, waiting for his first set of questions, which he undoubtedly had. Xakire was surprised by the speed with which this 'meeting' was arranged. Did he just sit around in his office all day waiting for someone to talk to him? Surely not. Presumably he was off plotting more people to kidnap and torture."Well to start with, I feel as though I'm at a disadvantage..." he paused, "And not just because of the whole torture thing...I don't even know your name." He didn't really expect a honest answer but it couldn't hurt to try. Or maybe it could. He wondered what it would take for the boss to order Xakire be beaten or hurt again. "Also, in the spirit of what I hope to be a new friendship between us, once we sort out this whole misunderstanding I'm sure..." he joked knowing full well it was hardly a misunderstanding. They wanted him for some reason. A reason which was not clear to the young Sith but he was certain there was some motive at play here. They certainly didn't seem sadistic and they could no doubt have killed him by now if they wanted to. "I have some friendly advice, those death sticks just aren't really that good for you. They'll kill you in good time," if Xakire didn't manage it first. Not that that eventuality seemed particularly likely at this point. "Anyway, I've decided I'm willing to answer your questions," he paused, "Provided you answer mine first. It sounds fun...I mean just about anything seems fun to me at the moment given my...situation as of late," this would gauge at the very least how important Xakire's possible secrets were. Or perhaps how much his captors viewed their secrets. "So lets just start off with an easy one. What's your name? Your real name?"
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 2, 2020 10:42:24 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Smirking as the young man spoke and asked his questions, The Illusionist couldn't help but chuckle. His real name? Out of everything he could have asked him, that was the one thing he wanted to know? Well, he would get an honest answer, at least. Clearing his throat, he replied.Names, while relatively important, are simply pointless in this situation. You may call me The Illusionist, as my real name has been erased. But, keeping with the point of your 'game', I believe it is my turn to ask a question. Who do you work for?A redundant question, at this point, but hearing the words from his mouth specifically, would be beneficial. Despite speaking via hologram to the prisoner, the holo-drone employed in this meeting was capable of recording and storing conversations in it's memory banks. And, with this being the first time this specific drone was being used, it was currently recording the entire conversation between them since The Illusionist had appeared.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Apr 2, 2020 11:37:28 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Smirking as the young man spoke and asked his questions, The Illusionist couldn't help but chuckle. His real name? Out of everything he could have asked him, that was the one thing he wanted to know? Well, he would get an honest answer, at least. Clearing his throat, he replied.Names, while relatively important, are simply pointless in this situation. You may call me The Illusionist, as my real name has been erased. But, keeping with the point of your 'game', I believe it is my turn to ask a question. Who do you work for?A redundant question, at this point, but hearing the words from his mouth specifically, would be beneficial. Despite speaking via hologram to the prisoner, the holo-drone employed in this meeting was capable of recording and storing conversations in it's memory banks. And, with this being the first time this specific drone was being used, it was currently recording the entire conversation between them since The Illusionist had appeared. He didn't expect an honest answer. He didn't really expect one so philosophical either. "I must say, I'm disappointed, that answer doesn't seem in the spirit of this exercise," he said shaking his head. "But its progress of a kind, so I'll keep playing. I work for the Sith'ari. The Dark King. Lord Savage. The Butcher of Jabiim. He does like his titles," he paused. "I do think that it is likely I'll have fallen out of favour with the old man though given my vacation here." Viox had little tolerance for failure or weakness. Xakire could not see him responding well to news of what had happened to Xakire, even if he made it out alive. "My turn again. Where am I? What system? Let's try to avoid the riddles this time. I gave you a straight answer, I trust you will do the same," he said.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 4, 2020 12:52:42 GMT -8
He didn't expect an honest answer. He didn't really expect one so philosophical either. "I must say, I'm disappointed, that answer doesn't seem in the spirit of this exercise," he said shaking his head. "But its progress of a kind, so I'll keep playing. I work for the Sith'ari. The Dark King. Lord Savage. The Butcher of Jabiim. He does like his titles," he paused. "I do think that it is likely I'll have fallen out of favour with the old man though given my vacation here." Viox had little tolerance for failure or weakness. Xakire could not see him responding well to news of what had happened to Xakire, even if he made it out alive. "My turn again. Where am I? What system? Let's try to avoid the riddles this time. I gave you a straight answer, I trust you will do the same," he said. Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.He couldn't help but smirk at this point. This Mr. Callidus was much smarter than he expected. He was going to enjoy this a bit.Mr. Callidus, what you mistake for riddles is actually myself protecting the anonymity of those whom I represent. I apologize if it seems rather excessive, but it is just a precaution.Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly, eyeing up the young man thoughtfully."Your allegiances were already suspected, though now confirmed with that answer. It was assumed that you were a member of the Blackguard Reborn, or rather Blackguard Imperium as I hear they are being called now. Your master is certainly a target of interest, though for the time being we have dedicated resources elsewhere. And to answer your question, normally security protocols would restrict my answers, however you have been here for two months now, and you have been relatively cooperative thus far. You are currently on board an Organization orbital prison, over the lovely world of Dosuun. Relatively hidden off the grid, so to speak...what was your position within the Blackguard?So far, in the last few minutes of speaking, they had learned more than the past two months combined. While he offered little resistance in The Organization finding out who he was and where he was born, he also did nothing to help speed the interrogation process up any.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Apr 4, 2020 14:14:39 GMT -8
He didn't expect an honest answer. He didn't really expect one so philosophical either. "I must say, I'm disappointed, that answer doesn't seem in the spirit of this exercise," he said shaking his head. "But its progress of a kind, so I'll keep playing. I work for the Sith'ari. The Dark King. Lord Savage. The Butcher of Jabiim. He does like his titles," he paused. "I do think that it is likely I'll have fallen out of favour with the old man though given my vacation here." Viox had little tolerance for failure or weakness. Xakire could not see him responding well to news of what had happened to Xakire, even if he made it out alive. "My turn again. Where am I? What system? Let's try to avoid the riddles this time. I gave you a straight answer, I trust you will do the same," he said. Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.He couldn't help but smirk at this point. This Mr. Callidus was much smarter than he expected. He was going to enjoy this a bit.Mr. Callidus, what you mistake for riddles is actually myself protecting the anonymity of those whom I represent. I apologize if it seems rather excessive, but it is just a precaution.Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly, eyeing up the young man thoughtfully."Your allegiances were already suspected, though now confirmed with that answer. It was assumed that you were a member of the Blackguard Reborn, or rather Blackguard Imperium as I hear they are being called now. Your master is certainly a target of interest, though for the time being we have dedicated resources elsewhere. And to answer your question, normally security protocols would restrict my answers, however you have been here for two months now, and you have been relatively cooperative thus far. You are currently on board an Organization orbital prison, over the lovely world of Dosuun. Relatively hidden off the grid, so to speak...what was your position within the Blackguard?So far, in the last few minutes of speaking, they had learned more than the past two months combined. While he offered little resistance in The Organization finding out who he was and where he was born, he also did nothing to help speed the interrogation process up any. Xakire refrained from rolling his eyes at 'The Illusionist's' precautions. Anonymity could be a powerful tool, Xakire very much understood that. However, he certainly disliked it. He listened careful as his next question was answered, this time fairly satisfactorily. Dosuun. He'd never heard of it, but of course that no doubt would be why he was being held there. "Ah so they've re-branded. I think I like the new name. Got a better ring to it," he joked as he was told of the Blackguard's new name. It also spoke to Viox's goals. He knew he would never be content as a tool of the First Order, particularly of a non-Force user such as the Supreme Commander. The declaration of an 'Imperium' signalled he was ready to assert the Blackguard as a power in its own right. It was indeed a shame that Xakire had missed it. "I was the Sith'ari's own apprentice. I did what he told me to do, killed his enemies, led his fleets, that sort of thing. My turn now," he paused. Each word and question had been carefully chosen. He had made sure not to start off with any particularly important questions so he could demonstrate he would cooperate if the Illusionist played along. His answers too were careful, revealing enough information but not exactly lining up to share as much as he could. The more information he kept to himself the more leverage he had to push the Illusionist into revealing more himself. "Your resources must be considerable," he paused. "Yet you aren't First Order. You're clearly not Jedi, and I don't think you are from the Alliance or any of its successors. In fact I don't think you answer to a government at all," the way they operated was clearly well equipped yet also distinct from any sorts of tactics most governments would use. "So where do you get these resources from?"
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 17, 2020 17:24:32 GMT -8
He listened careful as his next question was answered, this time fairly satisfactorily. Dosuun. He'd never heard of it, but of course that no doubt would be why he was being held there. "Ah so they've re-branded. I think I like the new name. Got a better ring to it," he joked as he was told of the Blackguard's new name. It also spoke to Viox's goals. He knew he would never be content as a tool of the First Order, particularly of a non-Force user such as the Supreme Commander. The declaration of an 'Imperium' signalled he was ready to assert the Blackguard as a power in its own right. It was indeed a shame that Xakire had missed it. "I was the Sith'ari's own apprentice. I did what he told me to do, killed his enemies, led his fleets, that sort of thing. My turn now," he paused. Each word and question had been carefully chosen. He had made sure not to start off with any particularly important questions so he could demonstrate he would cooperate if the Illusionist played along. His answers too were careful, revealing enough information but not exactly lining up to share as much as he could. The more information he kept to himself the more leverage he had to push the Illusionist into revealing more himself. "Your resources must be considerable," he paused. "Yet you aren't First Order. You're clearly not Jedi, and I don't think you are from the Alliance or any of its successors. In fact I don't think you answer to a government at all," the way they operated was clearly well equipped yet also distinct from any sorts of tactics most governments would use. "So where do you get these resources from?" Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.At that final statement, he couldn't help himself but chuckle.You are sharp, Mr. Callidus, I will give you that. The reach of our influence is vast. And there are many who support us through several different means. Businesses, silent partners, donations. Our resources on an economic scale, could rival that of the First Order. And while none of our benefactors wish to be revealed, they have entrusted their resources and finances to me. And I, in turn, invest the resources and finances where they are needed in order to see a return...Taking a final drag on his cigarette, he exhaled slowly, while snuffing out the cigarette in an ashtray just off screen.So, you were a vital part of the Blackguard. Apprentice to the man known as Viox Savage. That is quite a resume. And yet, here you are. One could be led to believe that perhaps you aren't as skilled as you declare, if you are sitting in my prison...or...the alternative, there was a misstep in your planning, indicative of you being careless, thus landing you here. Your ineptitude is of no consequence to me, however. You were caught. And the rest is history. And yet I feel there is more to your story than you are letting on. My sources inform me that you are also an agent of the First Order's Imperial Intelligence...normally that would be concerning, however the First Order's Intelligence services are lacking in several areas. Information flows rather freely from that branch. Something that the Emperor should be more concerned about than he currently lets on. All that aside, my next question to you is this; how loyal are you really, to the Blackguard Imperium? You've been our prisoner for months. Before that, sources declared you MIA for several months in Imperial Intelligence...is this how the First Order and the Blackguard Imperium reward loyalty? Abandoning you to your own devices...?The last two questions were more rhetorical than anything else, however, an answer from the Alderannian noble would not go amiss, should he choose to answer them. The important and perhaps most crucial question, was seeing just exactly where Xakire's loyalties were.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Apr 27, 2020 1:26:39 GMT -8
He listened careful as his next question was answered, this time fairly satisfactorily. Dosuun. He'd never heard of it, but of course that no doubt would be why he was being held there. "Ah so they've re-branded. I think I like the new name. Got a better ring to it," he joked as he was told of the Blackguard's new name. It also spoke to Viox's goals. He knew he would never be content as a tool of the First Order, particularly of a non-Force user such as the Supreme Commander. The declaration of an 'Imperium' signalled he was ready to assert the Blackguard as a power in its own right. It was indeed a shame that Xakire had missed it. "I was the Sith'ari's own apprentice. I did what he told me to do, killed his enemies, led his fleets, that sort of thing. My turn now," he paused. Each word and question had been carefully chosen. He had made sure not to start off with any particularly important questions so he could demonstrate he would cooperate if the Illusionist played along. His answers too were careful, revealing enough information but not exactly lining up to share as much as he could. The more information he kept to himself the more leverage he had to push the Illusionist into revealing more himself. "Your resources must be considerable," he paused. "Yet you aren't First Order. You're clearly not Jedi, and I don't think you are from the Alliance or any of its successors. In fact I don't think you answer to a government at all," the way they operated was clearly well equipped yet also distinct from any sorts of tactics most governments would use. "So where do you get these resources from?" Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.At that final statement, he couldn't help himself but chuckle.You are sharp, Mr. Callidus, I will give you that. The reach of our influence is vast. And there are many who support us through several different means. Businesses, silent partners, donations. Our resources on an economic scale, could rival that of the First Order. And while none of our benefactors wish to be revealed, they have entrusted their resources and finances to me. And I, in turn, invest the resources and finances where they are needed in order to see a return...Taking a final drag on his cigarette, he exhaled slowly, while snuffing out the cigarette in an ashtray just off screen.So, you were a vital part of the Blackguard. Apprentice to the man known as Viox Savage. That is quite a resume. And yet, here you are. One could be led to believe that perhaps you aren't as skilled as you declare, if you are sitting in my prison...or...the alternative, there was a misstep in your planning, indicative of you being careless, thus landing you here. Your ineptitude is of no consequence to me, however. You were caught. And the rest is history. And yet I feel there is more to your story than you are letting on. My sources inform me that you are also an agent of the First Order's Imperial Intelligence...normally that would be concerning, however the First Order's Intelligence services are lacking in several areas. Information flows rather freely from that branch. Something that the Emperor should be more concerned about than he currently lets on. All that aside, my next question to you is this; how loyal are you really, to the Blackguard Imperium? You've been our prisoner for months. Before that, sources declared you MIA for several months in Imperial Intelligence...is this how the First Order and the Blackguard Imperium reward loyalty? Abandoning you to your own devices...?The last two questions were more rhetorical than anything else, however, an answer from the Alderannian noble would not go amiss, should he choose to answer them. The important and perhaps most crucial question, was seeing just exactly where Xakire's loyalties were. Xakire didn't expect The Illusionist to answer with an itemised list of names of course, so he was glad to get the information he did. It wasn't much but it was something. The claim that their resources were enough to rival the First Order was certainly grand, and quite possibly an exaggerated boast. However he had a feeling there was at least some basis in truth. It didn't seem like the claim was an attempt at deceit, and if he was attempting to mislead Xakire it likely wasn't the best claim to make for that end. Furthermore it was interesting to him that apparently the businesses involved in this cabal supported The Organisation to the extent they allowed its leader complete control over their finances.
His failure and weakness was certainly a soft point of his. He was ashamed of his failure. It didn't matter now, what mattered was finding a way out of here and finding out whatever he could about his mysterious captors.
"I made mistakes," he said dismissively. "I worked in Intelligence for a time, yes. My absence in that time was necessary, but you seem to already know about my work with Intelligence," he paused for a moment, "Perhaps you are simply so good at capturing people that neither the Blackguard nor First Order have been able to find me? Perhaps they've not abandoned me by choice?" he said evasively. He didn't necessarily think that was the case, but it hardly mattered now to him. He could decide what path to take when he was free and discovered if he had indeed been abandoned. "Loyalty is hardly a quantifiable characteristic," he answered carefully. He was wondering what the purpose of such a question was. Was The Illusionist probing him to see if he could potentially become an asset? Unlikely, but possible. His vague responses could force The Illusionist to give more of an insight of what he wanted from Xakire.
"You have all this power but stay behind the scenes. Obviously you're working towards something. What are your goals?" he asked, wondering if he'd answer this one. It seemed unlikely he'd reveal such a thing given the level of secrecy he operated under.
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Post by The Elusive Man on May 28, 2020 16:17:42 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Smirking, and taking a sip from the glass in his left hand he turned and seated himself in his chair, appearing on holo as he moved towards it and sat down.While my agents and operatives do undergo rigorous training simulations, I wouldn't entirely say that a misstep on your part wasn't as least a part of the equation that resulted in your capture. Force Users alone, are significantly harder to capture than normal individuals. And while I will admit we are quite good at covering our tracks, the manpower of both the Blackguard and the First Order currently outstrips our own. Had you been deemed a valuable enough of an asset, someone could have tracked you down by now...Trailing off, he procured another cigarette from the arm of his chair and lit it. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled slowly, absently watching the smoke wafting away. And then his eyes flashed back at Xakire.Devotion or belief in a cause, which can qualify as loyalty, is actually a very quantifiable quality. Every single being in this universe has a price on their loyalty. Most just can't recognize it for what it is.And then came the response to the true questions Xakire seemed to want answered.Information is a weapon, greater than any sword, Mr. Callidus. Dealing specifically in information that makes the galaxy turn is our specialty. Being at the forefront is meant as a gesture of hope, symbolizing a better existence. And it usually keeps the populations placated. But the real successes are made or broken behind the scenes. I am not one for glory-seeking, nor do I need the public's approval for what I do. I know what my end goal is and like-minded individuals aren't exactly difficult to locate, as I am sure the same could be said about the First Order or the Blackguard Imperium. Proving you can get results, regardless of the price, tends to attract the right kind of people...Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly once again.The Organization has many goals, and were you a like-minded individual that could see the brilliant prospect of those goals, I would be more inclined to share such details with you. However, you have yet to truly prove where your loyalties lie. And then there is a significantly more pressing matter that would need to be addressed...Rather than proceeding to ask another question just yet, he'd allow Xakire to digest what had just been said first, and allow him to reply to what was said, and possibly even ask more questions. Because at this point, it wasn't about what Xakire said, it was entirely about how he reacted to what was said to him. From there, further estimations could be made and if it proved valuable enough, The Illusionist would make that gamble. But strictly speaking, as a dark sided Force User, it was highly unlikely that Xakire would agree with The Organization's true goals...though, he was certainly giving an enjoyable, intellectually stimulating conversation, rather than thumping his chest about his powers and abilities, and who his allies were. He was obviously well educated and not just another Sith "barbarian" with a messiah complex....
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Post by Xakire on Jul 18, 2020 23:34:39 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Smirking, and taking a sip from the glass in his left hand he turned and seated himself in his chair, appearing on holo as he moved towards it and sat down.While my agents and operatives do undergo rigorous training simulations, I wouldn't entirely say that a misstep on your part wasn't as least a part of the equation that resulted in your capture. Force Users alone, are significantly harder to capture than normal individuals. And while I will admit we are quite good at covering our tracks, the manpower of both the Blackguard and the First Order currently outstrips our own. Had you been deemed a valuable enough of an asset, someone could have tracked you down by now...Trailing off, he procured another cigarette from the arm of his chair and lit it. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled slowly, absently watching the smoke wafting away. And then his eyes flashed back at Xakire.Devotion or belief in a cause, which can qualify as loyalty, is actually a very quantifiable quality. Every single being in this universe has a price on their loyalty. Most just can't recognize it for what it is.And then came the response to the true questions Xakire seemed to want answered.Information is a weapon, greater than any sword, Mr. Callidus. Dealing specifically in information that makes the galaxy turn is our specialty. Being at the forefront is meant as a gesture of hope, symbolizing a better existence. And it usually keeps the populations placated. But the real successes are made or broken behind the scenes. I am not one for glory-seeking, nor do I need the public's approval for what I do. I know what my end goal is and like-minded individuals aren't exactly difficult to locate, as I am sure the same could be said about the First Order or the Blackguard Imperium. Proving you can get results, regardless of the price, tends to attract the right kind of people...Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly once again.The Organization has many goals, and were you a like-minded individual that could see the brilliant prospect of those goals, I would be more inclined to share such details with you. However, you have yet to truly prove where your loyalties lie. And then there is a significantly more pressing matter that would need to be addressed...Rather than proceeding to ask another question just yet, he'd allow Xakire to digest what had just been said first, and allow him to reply to what was said, and possibly even ask more questions. Because at this point, it wasn't about what Xakire said, it was entirely about how he reacted to what was said to him. From there, further estimations could be made and if it proved valuable enough, The Illusionist would make that gamble. But strictly speaking, as a dark sided Force User, it was highly unlikely that Xakire would agree with The Organization's true goals...though, he was certainly giving an enjoyable, intellectually stimulating conversation, rather than thumping his chest about his powers and abilities, and who his allies were. He was obviously well educated and not just another Sith "barbarian" with a messiah complex.... "Perhaps that is the case. The circumstances of whatever led to my capture do not particularly matter to me at the present. Maybe it was my mistakes, if so I will endeavour to avoid repeating them in the future, however for now my focus is on the future, not the past," he said dismissively in response to The Illusionist's first point. "You know, those things aren't good for you. They'll catch up to you one day," he quipped about the man's apparent fondness for cigarettes. "And I presume you like to perceive yourself as rather adept at recognising ones price for their loyalty?" he asked with a raised, doubtful eyebrow. "What would you estimate mine to be?"
Finally, he came to answering the questions he had asked. "You speak with such nebulous rhetoric, my friend. All this talk of a better existence. Paternalistic treatment of the people. Your ever illusive, allegedly brilliant goals," his voice wasn't quite derisive or contemptible but he seemed unimpressed with the sophistry he was facing. "Oh this is not to criticise you. It's an all too familiar line. It's what the Empire preaches. It's what the Jedi preaches. You seem to think you're something special. Some benign and pragmatic force for good in the galaxy. But so does everyone else," he paused for a moment, "No, I surmise the only difference between you and the Empire or the Jedi is your different superficial perspective on what a better existence is. And like them, it also seems to me that these motives are only superficial. What you, and they, really want is power. The ability to shape the galaxy to suit yourselves," Xakire was once a true believer in the ideals of the Empire and the greater good that its rule over the galaxy would forge, however he was growing increasingly cynical. He did want what was best for the people of the galaxy but it did not seem there were any groups with any viable change of implementing lasting change that could possibly achieve that. Power certainly corrupts. "The Blackguard is at least the exception, it's far more honest about its goals. It doesn't bother hiding behind lofty noble ambitions," he quipped. "So tell me, what exactly is it that separates you from the other powerful actors of the galaxy?"
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Dread Lord Havok
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Aug 5, 2020 9:15:01 GMT -8
The Hopper dropped from Hyperspace over Namadii, and immediately reoriented itself for a jump that would take him down the Namadii Corridor. Chaser maneuvered while Yung ran the hyperspace calculations.
The advantage of making for the Corridor was that the lightspeed trajectory was the same for all worlds along the hyperspace corridor. The same trajectory would lead to multiple planets. Any pursuers would have to search all planets along the Namadii Corridor to find out where the Hopper left the hyperspace lanes.
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Dread Lord Havok
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Aug 5, 2020 13:50:20 GMT -8
The forces from Adumar that pursued the Hopper, successfully calculated the ship's trajectory and because of their faster Hyperdrives, arrived there before the Hopper arrived. They started swarming the cargo ship before they knew it. The ship's shields fortunately held against the TIE fighters lasers... just long enough.
The Hopper dumped the 100 tons of external cargo containers containing kyber crystal ore and made the jump down the Namadii corridor just in time.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 5, 2020 15:16:48 GMT -8
As the Hopper was pursued by not solely the TIE fighters from the Vindicator-class cruiser Wisp, but the cruiser as well via several hyperspace routes, things would take a sudden turn for the fleeing freighter, when the Victory II-class Star Destroyer Spectre intercepted, slowing the course of the smugglers even more for the TIE fighters of the First Order catching up. At there it seemed like the hunt was already over, when suddenly a large load of cargo containers was dropped from the ship. Naturally the present TIE fighter pilots would dodge the dropped payload and even Captain Wendel ordered the crew of the Wisp swiftly to slow down in order to avoid the target.
Commodore Paxter Thorne watched from afar the events, realizing the potential danger in which Captain Wendel and his pilots probably were, given that he had already recieved a report from his fellow Commodore Naya Thax about the bombing attempt aboard the Charybdis. "Keep the support slow, Captain Wendel, I'll handle the situation from here", he promised the subordinate's ship via intercom, calm as usual, "Just ensure that the cargo will be transfered safely aboard the Wisp - and check it for explosives first. Those smugglers are apparently more radical than we thought." ::Aye, Sir::
While the crew of the Wisp did as they were told, several TIE wings alongside the Spectre would continiue the pursuit, catching up slowly, but steady due to the Victory II's hyperdrive systems. Commodore Thorne knew that it would be a challenge to locate the smugglers within the Namadii corridor, yet wasn't too bothered giving up now where their target could still be in range. As the Spectre continiued its hunt, the Commodore would alert nearby Imperial fleets outside the Borderlands sector of terrorists having escaped from the Ilum system with stolen portions of kybercrystal aboard - it is advised to act careful and to simply secure the YT2400-freighter, yet should the vessel get located orders are granted to shoot it down, if necessary.
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Vasari
Blackguard Imperium
Tell me that I wont feel a thing...
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Post by Vasari on Oct 29, 2020 10:38:40 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor ~ Dosuun ~ Wild Space PRISON BREAK! A Daring Rescue, set in motion only moments following Sith Sorceress in training Vasari Nightshade's connection with the Living Force where she was glimpsed vital clues concerning the whereabouts of her missing friend and rival for Viox Savage's Apprenticeship, Xakire Callidus! Setting out on the maiden voyage of her new Meditation Sphere Vasari is intent to rescue her lost friend from the vile clutches of the Illusive Organization whom has held Xakire captive for far to long already. . . . A slit in hyperspace far outside sensor range of the prison tore open and a small blue sphere shot from the void and almost immediately cloaked from sight and nearly every form of technological detection. Within the Sphere the young Sorceress sat cross legged, meditating while the near sentient being that controlled much of the ship's functions moved them at a crawl towards the orbiting prison station. During the construction of the sphere on Sullust she and Ifrit had performed a marvel of Sith and Jedi Sorcery to imbue the Meditation Sphere with a semi sentient form of consciousness crafted from the stolen life energy of the Force. During the process Vasari's mind had connected - if briefly to every moment in space within her current timeline. This gave her a second to glimpse anywhere she chose - it was a long shot but she had taken that second bought with the lives of so many, to answer the question she had been asking for years. Where was Xakire Callidus. She was rewarded with a glimpse of her friend - imprisoned aboard the station she now was creeping towards. In the nights that followed, as she recovered from the effort of the Sphere's beckoning to life, she was visited by several fever visions, all of which had given her clues to lead her to where she was now, finally... within reach of her lost friend.Opening her eyes, having completed the complex series of spells that would cloak not only her signature within the force but that of her ship's as well, she surveyed the prison through the massive curved viewport that took up the majority of her forward vision. It was a technological masterpiece, fully integrated software giving the living consciousness complete control of not only the craft but each and every one of its technological functions all of which was tied to a linked consciousness between the sentient being and Vasari's mind. She had yet to test the distance of the bond she had created with this fledgling being, but she imagined that wherever the ship was in her sector, she could connect with it and call it hither."Tell me everything...""Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison - currently in orbit of Planet Dosuun, Fourth planet in the Dosuun Star System, Grid H-20. Class terres...-""The Prison!"Vasari barked, her voice betraying no small amount of annoyance."You said 'everything', didn't you?The voice of the fledgling sentient echoed back at her - mocking the tone of her own voice with surprising accuracy."Oh never mind, i'll do it!Vasari exclaimed rolling to her feet and stepping down the curved ramp from the meditation pad in the center of the Sphere to a command chair that had keypads capable of accessing the ships systems."Annoying machine..."Vasari's voice was a bitter mutter as she rolled her eyes and began to pull up the schematics and the scans of the Prison they had been taking since dropping out of Hyperspace."I am NOT a 'machine'...The ship parroted back at her with the same level of indigence, but Vasari paid the Ship's consciousness no mind, she had the whole of her recrafted mindscape dedicated towards the task of freeing Xakire. She was so close, she wouldn't let him slip away this time.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Nov 11, 2020 14:23:46 GMT -8
Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.Smirking, and taking a sip from the glass in his left hand he turned and seated himself in his chair, appearing on holo as he moved towards it and sat down.While my agents and operatives do undergo rigorous training simulations, I wouldn't entirely say that a misstep on your part wasn't as least a part of the equation that resulted in your capture. Force Users alone, are significantly harder to capture than normal individuals. And while I will admit we are quite good at covering our tracks, the manpower of both the Blackguard and the First Order currently outstrips our own. Had you been deemed a valuable enough of an asset, someone could have tracked you down by now...Trailing off, he procured another cigarette from the arm of his chair and lit it. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled slowly, absently watching the smoke wafting away. And then his eyes flashed back at Xakire.Devotion or belief in a cause, which can qualify as loyalty, is actually a very quantifiable quality. Every single being in this universe has a price on their loyalty. Most just can't recognize it for what it is.And then came the response to the true questions Xakire seemed to want answered.Information is a weapon, greater than any sword, Mr. Callidus. Dealing specifically in information that makes the galaxy turn is our specialty. Being at the forefront is meant as a gesture of hope, symbolizing a better existence. And it usually keeps the populations placated. But the real successes are made or broken behind the scenes. I am not one for glory-seeking, nor do I need the public's approval for what I do. I know what my end goal is and like-minded individuals aren't exactly difficult to locate, as I am sure the same could be said about the First Order or the Blackguard Imperium. Proving you can get results, regardless of the price, tends to attract the right kind of people...Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly once again.The Organization has many goals, and were you a like-minded individual that could see the brilliant prospect of those goals, I would be more inclined to share such details with you. However, you have yet to truly prove where your loyalties lie. And then there is a significantly more pressing matter that would need to be addressed...Rather than proceeding to ask another question just yet, he'd allow Xakire to digest what had just been said first, and allow him to reply to what was said, and possibly even ask more questions. Because at this point, it wasn't about what Xakire said, it was entirely about how he reacted to what was said to him. From there, further estimations could be made and if it proved valuable enough, The Illusionist would make that gamble. But strictly speaking, as a dark sided Force User, it was highly unlikely that Xakire would agree with The Organization's true goals...though, he was certainly giving an enjoyable, intellectually stimulating conversation, rather than thumping his chest about his powers and abilities, and who his allies were. He was obviously well educated and not just another Sith "barbarian" with a messiah complex.... "Perhaps that is the case. The circumstances of whatever led to my capture do not particularly matter to me at the present. Maybe it was my mistakes, if so I will endeavour to avoid repeating them in the future, however for now my focus is on the future, not the past," he said dismissively in response to The Illusionist's first point. "You know, those things aren't good for you. They'll catch up to you one day," he quipped about the man's apparent fondness for cigarettes. "And I presume you like to perceive yourself as rather adept at recognising ones price for their loyalty?" he asked with a raised, doubtful eyebrow. "What would you estimate mine to be?"
Finally, he came to answering the questions he had asked. "You speak with such nebulous rhetoric, my friend. All this talk of a better existence. Paternalistic treatment of the people. Your ever illusive, allegedly brilliant goals," his voice wasn't quite derisive or contemptible but he seemed unimpressed with the sophistry he was facing. "Oh this is not to criticise you. It's an all too familiar line. It's what the Empire preaches. It's what the Jedi preaches. You seem to think you're something special. Some benign and pragmatic force for good in the galaxy. But so does everyone else," he paused for a moment, "No, I surmise the only difference between you and the Empire or the Jedi is your different superficial perspective on what a better existence is. And like them, it also seems to me that these motives are only superficial. What you, and they, really want is power. The ability to shape the galaxy to suit yourselves," Xakire was once a true believer in the ideals of the Empire and the greater good that its rule over the galaxy would forge, however he was growing increasingly cynical. He did want what was best for the people of the galaxy but it did not seem there were any groups with any viable change of implementing lasting change that could possibly achieve that. Power certainly corrupts. "The Blackguard is at least the exception, it's far more honest about its goals. It doesn't bother hiding behind lofty noble ambitions," he quipped. "So tell me, what exactly is it that separates you from the other powerful actors of the galaxy?" Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space.At this point, he couldn't help himself but smirk at Xakire's responses. It was clear this man had more of a brain in his head than most of his counterparts. A welcome change certainly, but still an oddity. Taking another drag from his cigarette, he exhaled, never taking his piercing blue eyes off of Xakrie.Your assessment of the typical power-thirsty individual or individuals is certainly not wrong, Mr. Callidus. And I am inclined to agree with you. Most people seeking power tend to present lofty, if not downright appealing goals to the general populace, if for nothing more than to placate the masses in order to achieve absolute power. However, as the saying goes, "absolute power corrupts absolutely". By that definition, do I seem corrupt? No, because I do not crave power. I am merely setting the stage for the option of a different way of living to be presented. Whether or not it is widely accepted, remains to be seen. What sets me apart, in comparison to 'the other powerful actors of the galaxy' as you put it, is this. I do not need to stoop to absolutes in order to achieve my goals. My goals are attained through cooperation of like-minded individuals willing to see our ideals succeed. Your capture, however regrettable, was necessary. If I could achieve my goals without resorting to tactics similar of those I detest, I would. However, it is difficult to achieve one's goals when one is already perceived as a threat.Turning to Harper, The Illusionist muttered something to him. With a brief nod, Harper cast one last glance at Xakire, then left the room, leaving the hologram of The Illusionist and the three Orcus Security Droids alone with Xakire.You have proven useful, Mr. Callidus. With the information gleaned from this conversation, along with the blood and tissue samples extracted earlier, you have proven to be quite the asset. It is regrettable that you couldn't be convinced to see and understand where The Organization is coming from. I do hope that you will at least consider what has been discussed here. Not everything is as it seems, within the galaxy. And not everyone is willing to take the time to explain their actions. While I can't discuss a lot of details with you, I hope that you've been able to disseminate what has been said and form your own opinions.Snuffing out his cigarette, he took a sip of his drink and cleared his throat.The downfall of automated defenses...as a token of my goodwill for your cooperation for the past few months, I am going to set you free. All organic crew have been evacuated from this station. Any and all relevant data has been uploaded and all local copies have been wiped and destroyed. The 'catch', however, is the automated security features and security droids left onboard. This is, after all, a prison facility. And as such, once you are free, you'll be targeted...regardless of my opinion on Force-Users, I wish you luck, Mr. Callidus. May our paths cross again.And with that, the projection of The Illusionist dissipated. As it did, the buckles on the restraints released, as did the neural disruptor collar that had been shackled around Xakire's neck as a precautionary measure. The three Orcus droids present within the room were also deactivated, their red photo-receptors dimmed. Provided Xakire remained in this room, no alarms would be triggered, however, in order to find his way off the station, he would have to leave his holding cell at some point. And that's when the stations internal defense grid would activate, and the remaining security droids would be alerted to the 'escapee'...
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Xakire
Blackguard Imperium
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Post by Xakire on Nov 25, 2020 4:29:26 GMT -8
*Lazarus-Class Orbital Prison: Zatvor - Orbiting Dosuun, Wild Space*
Xakire listened as The Illusionist tried to convince him he was any different to the other actors of the galaxy. He claimed he wasn't after power, just reshaping the galaxy. He was an ideologue, he might not think he craved power but all ideologues do no matter what they try to tell themselves. The conversation then took an unexpected turn. It was made clear that whatever this was, was now at an end. "I don't think you were ever truly trying to convince me to join you. If you were you wouldn't have treated me this way," he said. It was then revealed the station was evacuated and it's security ready to kill him. Curiously, The Illusionist's words made it seem as though he believed Xakire would survive. "Oh I'm sure we will meet again, indeed," he stated as his final words before his captors disappeared.
Once they had left, his restraints were removed and he could stand again. He rubbed his wrists as he surveyed the room, looking for alternate exits or anything that could be useful. Escaping would no doubt be quite the challenge. He had his force abilities, but he had no idea what had been done with his lightsabers. He would have to find his way out without them. But, as he stood there, trying to formulate a plan he thought he felt a presence. One had had not felt in some time. Vasari? Had she come? After all this time she hadn't given up on him? He was never as good at the mysticism, sorcery, and mindgames as she was, but he tried to reach out to her. He sat down on the cold floor and closed his eyes as he tried to reach out with the Force.
Vasari? Are you there? Can you hear me? Can you...help me?
He had no idea if what he was doing would work. He had never communicated like this before. He wasn't even sure how he was doing it, but he could feel a connection to her in the Force. She was likely his only hope at surviving.
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Vasari
Blackguard Imperium
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Post by Vasari on Jan 1, 2021 18:24:20 GMT -8
Vasari had been focused on cracking into the prisons systems undetected for the last twenty minutes and there didn't seem to be a way in, the main problem was that the entire system seemed to be closed. After that she tried to remote access the main central computer, and when that failed she tried to force breech the subsystems. She wasn't a slicer but she had picked up tricks now and then and she had done a lot of research when building the Sphere she was currently in, and designing its systems - but the skills needed to hack this system were beyond her.
"Where are you Xakire..."
She felt him on board but she couldn't narrow down where they were holding him. either she wasn't as put together as she thought or something on that station was shielding her from locating her friend. She felt the consciousness within the sphere just waiting to argue with her again, but before it could she felt a presence she had not felt since...
Xakire!
The moment she said his name the connection was forged and she could feel him, the state he was in, the drugs they had him on, his exact location within the facility, everything down to the longing he felt for hearing the sound of her voice within his mind again. She gasped and tears flooded her eyes for a moment but she squinted them away and opened the view screen. Knowing where he was didn't get her access to the Prisons systems but it did allow her to begin plotting his route of escape. Bringing up the hologram of the prison with a marker on Xakire's position she focused and reached back out along the link.
I have you Xakire... im going to get you out of there. Can you move? Are you... alright?"
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