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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Feb 5, 2017 20:57:50 GMT -8
You need to work on your negotiating skills, only a fool would insult the person he is trying to get something from. Then again if you weren't a fool, you would not need a second teacher in the first place. Fine, if nothing else it will put you close enough that I can end you myself if you are truly lost. The Jedi looks around, the slavers were still active on the planet and he had to re-plan everything as it is. Do you have gear stored up anywhere or a safe house?
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Feb 12, 2017 22:46:24 GMT -8
* Syn crosses his arms across his chest *
" I have everything I need...I need a teacher and the Jedi need as much help as they can get. I am sure we can come to mutual agreement "
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Feb 14, 2017 20:39:19 GMT -8
Well you are right about needing a teacher... The old man grumbles See if you can't follow and keep up with an old man.Mir doesn't wait for an answer, he gathers the Force around him and leaps back to the roof of the building he was on before. He takes off at breakneck speed.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Feb 28, 2017 12:42:48 GMT -8
* With a sly grin Syn follows Mir, keeping up with the older Jedi. Syn makes sure he watches the older man's moves and plans ahead for them as to not loose his footing*
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Feb 28, 2017 20:55:27 GMT -8
The Jedi Master doesn't return to his main safe house but makes his way to a makeshift secondary location. It was supplied and maintained enough. Mir made the trip very difficult, changing directions constantly, and never staying on the same elevation for long. After an hour of moving, he arrived at the safe house.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Mar 10, 2017 16:23:53 GMT -8
* Syn leaps across the rooftops with incredible agility as he gains elevation which allows him to track Mir much easier then simply following from behind. Relying on his years of experience as a Jedi Shadow he is able to maneuver through the obstacles ahead of him with some ease by letting his natural skill in acrobatics flourish. After making their way through the city, Syn watches Mir come to a stop at what must have been one of the older Jedi's safe houses. Jumping off of one of the buildings nearby, Syn lands silently just behind Mir. *
" Old age sure hasn't slowed you down "
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Mar 21, 2017 21:44:01 GMT -8
Old Jedi masters that get slowed down become dead Jedi masters. After the effort the old man is tired but he would never show it to the kid. He uses the Force to replenish his muscles and lungs. When was the last time you had a good nights sleep kid? Truely?
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Mar 23, 2017 9:41:29 GMT -8
* Syn stretches and un-clips a canteen from his belt and takes a drink*
" I get a few hours here and then when I can, nothing I am not used to "
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Mar 23, 2017 22:16:35 GMT -8
Fair, you can get fully rested now. I still have to figure out if you are worth my time, I want you without excuse. The old Jedi moves his hand and uses the Force on the combination lock on the inside of the door. It opens to a medium sized room. 4 Murphy beds line one wall, a small kitchen, and a work bench take up 2 others and the fourth was the door to the fresher. A meditation matt sat in the middle. The wall above the workbench had case files on it. That and kid you honestly look exhausted.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Mar 26, 2017 12:49:02 GMT -8
* Syn nods and follows Mir into the safe house, he takes off his gear placing neatly on the work bench. He then moves over to the refresher taking the time to clean himself. Once done and his clothes washed, Syn lays down on the floor entering a Force sleep which would allow him to gain the most from his rest and heal his fatigued body.
After roughly 8-10 hours, Syn awakens and stands up doing a quick stretch and walks over to Mir. *
" So am I worth your time ? "
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Apr 13, 2017 8:24:45 GMT -8
Don't know yet, but we are both still here. Might as well at least pretend you are. Mir had gotten some sleep, not enough but that was normal. There was caff waiting for the young man when he woke up. Mir was sitting at a desk looking at notes trying to think about where his target would go into hiding.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Apr 17, 2017 20:52:16 GMT -8
* Picking up the cup of caf, Syn takes a sip as stands on the opposite side of the desk and looks at the notes Mir had accumulated. *
" There are far bigger threats in the galaxy to deal with then a few crime lords "
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on May 11, 2017 0:28:22 GMT -8
Tell that to the families that have lost children to this slaver! Tell that to the people he and his organization have hurt. The dead his spice imports have left., the orphans they have left behind! The big picture is made up of many small ones. The big picture never changes. There is always some large threat, some evil that will take the place of the large one you just defeated! The only ones that can be helped, saved are individuals. You speak like a Sith. Focus on the grand, forgetting the important small.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on May 12, 2017 10:04:10 GMT -8
*Before Syn can respond his data comm vibrates on his hip, un-clipping it from his belt Syn reads the message sent to him. it was from Aeryn and the First Order had moved on Ossus. Closing the data-comm Syn looks back over Mir*
* Not everyone can be saved...no matter the government that is in control. But we cannot help those if we do not help ourselves. The First Order is moving on Ossus and the Jedi there....we need to give them aid"
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jun 6, 2017 20:32:12 GMT -8
Your master taught you better than that I think. You are focused on other things, not what is right in front of you. You seek to be effective in the grand, but have you proven you can handle the small? Correct me if I am wrong, but last night a single sith almost ended you. Now you wish to go face an army of them? Do you think you are ready for such a task? Do you think you will be of benefit to the Jedi there as you are?
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Jun 12, 2017 15:54:17 GMT -8
* Syn knows there is no point in arguing with the older Jedi and decides to keep his calm *
" Then lets focus on the here and the now...hopefully our influence here will make a difference "
* Syn knew he had to go along with Mir in order to learn the control that his Master had told him about in his holocron. But that did not mean he had to follow in his same beliefs. He would learn and be patient but when the time came, Syn knew he would have to follow his heart and if that meant leaving Mir back on his own fools crusade then so be it. Even though Mir didn't know of the Sith that attacked last night, Syn did....and he knew that was but a taste nothing more. *
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jul 1, 2017 18:21:37 GMT -8
Mir could feel the young man's conflict. In a former life, Mir would have pressed the issue, sought to resolve it. Now, he would accept that the youth was willing to go with it. With my information possibly compromised we need to see what still holds true. The slavers are shaken, they know they are being watched and hunted, but they don't know who is hunting them or how powerful we are. They should be looking for information now on me. Instead... I wonder if we should give them different information... Mir looks at the young man, a plan forming in his head.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Jul 4, 2017 3:35:28 GMT -8
* Syn places his data tablet on the table and pulls up a large hologram display of the city with icons pointing to the known slavers locations and then there own. Taking a step back, he looks over the image and contemplates on what could be done. Operations like this were very familiar to him from his time as Jedi Shadow, they could storm the known locations of the slavers with a direct assault, or they could set a trap for the slavers. Syn ponders for a moment then speaks to Mir*
" I think a direct assault on the slavers would prove fruitless, I am sure by now they have moved their bases of operation or have heavily fortified themselves within them. For as you said they know they are being hunted, plus a direct assault would put the lives of those they have hostage in danger. "
* Syn casual walks around the holo image as he thinks *
" They are also most likely canvasing the area for you, only a matter of time before they pin point the location of this safe house. But like you said they don't know how many of us there are. Perhaps I could create some sort of a distraction which would allow you to get to the slaves unnoticed and free them"
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jul 9, 2017 20:09:58 GMT -8
Possibly, but as you hinted at. Our information can no longer really be trusted. The captives will have been moved to new locations, and they will likely take their operations dark until they find out who is hunting them. Moving without information gets people killed.
Mir had a plan but wanted to see what the kid could come up with.
How do we change our standing my new ... apprentice He was trying to make a joke with the end, but the word tasted funny in his mouth. He hadn't had an apprentice of any sort in almost 50 years.
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Graemon Gorgano
New Rebel Alliance
Posts: 342 
Affiliation: Free Worlds Navy
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Jul 9, 2017 21:09:18 GMT -8
A small hammer resounds across a sea of arguing voices within the governing hall of the Fondor Guild of Starshipwrights. This ancient executive body has ruled the planet of Fondor for many generations, comprised of ancient and new families, all of whom had power and influence over Fondor's shipyards. Thus their power over the very fabric of Fondor's existence made them the governors, politicians and leaders of the planet's communities. The hammer sounds again, trying to call order over the tide of persons, men and women, who had been arguing for almost a solid twenty minutes. The holder of the hammer, known as the Guild's Voice, a bald man of forty years, looked rather frustrated at his attempts of establishing order over the arguing persons of the council. He grips the hammer tightly, his temper slowly losing it. Noticing this, several security guards, at the entrances into the hall, began pounding their feet, causing some of the arguments to die down. Just enough for the Voice to speak.
If we could please have order here! We have achieved nothing with this session so far, over the matter of Freeworld League's intentions for the future! Even now, the tides of war come closer to our home from both sides and you all bicker about pays and debts owed! And you call yourselves Sons and Daughters of Fondor?!
Many politicians immediately began looked guilty, while others just scoffed and returned to their seats. Among the present members, Valerian Gorgano, the younger brother of Fondor's own, Graemon Gorgano, Rear-Admiral of the now dissolved Republic's Colonies Battlegroup, gazes at politicians as they returned to their seats. Among the various parties present, Gorgano sat among the Moderates, or as some called them Neutrals. There were pro-Imperials, pro-Rebel Alliance, pro-Independence (one of the largest groups) and so forth, the Moderates tended to lend their votes to whoever could buy their favor.
Valerian sighs, glad that the hall was once more quiet. A fellow member leans over, speaking quietly.
I hear your brother has joined the Rebel Alliance. Is that true?
Sometimes I wonder where you get your sources, Severus, but yes. He felt it right, last we spoke.
Has he tried persuading you of that cause?
Valerian stares daggers at his colleague, Severus.
I don't think that's anyone's business but mine. Or do I need to remind you of outstanding payments your family owes mine?
With the silence of Severus secured, Valerian returns his gaze to the Voice who attempted to start the discussion once more, while keeping his feet between the lines. His eyes glanced at the two major parties behind the discussion; the Pro-Imperials, simply known as the Executors of Fondor, an ominous name to say the least. The Pro-Alliance were known as the Party for Galactic Liberation, or PGL, that voiced their opinion, matching with his brother's desires. The Party for Fondorian Independence remained on the fence and so did the Moderates. Valerian could tell this would be a long and drawn out process...
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