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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Jul 13, 2017 11:37:42 GMT -8
* Syn pulls up the cities holo net and after some quick work hacks into the traffic grid and opens up the camera monitoring system. After a few moments he singles out one of the camera feeds that show one of street lieutenants walking through the market square. Syn stops the footage and points to the main on the screen*
" The bosses may be laying low but they still have to keep some sort of presence out on the streets in order for their operations to continue. I think this is how we get to them, take out the pawns and they will be forced to show themselves or loose their operations completely. I can go after this man here...and after a little chat I am sure he will give us the information we need "
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jul 13, 2017 14:59:14 GMT -8
How do you know he has information of value? Putting yourself out there exposing yourself is a risk. In your eyes is it worth it?
Mir was fine with the risk and was ok with the plan. He had thought about sending the kid undercover but this could work. He would get to learn more about his new student. This line of questions would also let him teach the kid about thinking everything out.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Jul 23, 2017 12:44:13 GMT -8
* Syn looks over to Mir and answers his questions, he understood where the Jedi Master was coming from. it had been awhile since Syn had worked with someone else so going over a plan and looking at things from many directions instead of his could prove quite useful.*
" By exposing myself we get the advantage of all of their focus being placed on me, making them think I am the priority threat at hand that they need to deal with, which allows you to move freely to engage them elsewhere. I believe he will have information of value, things like meeting points, pass codes and other names and locations of people within the organization."
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jul 27, 2017 21:10:37 GMT -8
But they are already looking for me. It is a lot to risk hoping you find someone high enough in the organization that is still public but knows where the leaders have gone to ground. The old man sighs a bit, knowing that the plan is a good as any other. If you feel it is good, go for it. See where it leads.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Jul 31, 2017 8:37:35 GMT -8
* Syn begins to get ready to leave the safe house, putting his boots on, weapons belt, and so on. In the process he looks over at Mir and speaks*
" Well if you had something else in mind then lead way, or I...we could just take them on head on"
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Aug 3, 2017 11:10:01 GMT -8
Taking them head on would be impossible now, even if it wasn't foolish. We don't know where the head is...The old man sighed, half from frustration,
half to catch his breath.No, go gather information. I am trusting you to do this well. Gather information, but don't compromise yourself or our operation. We have pushed the players to ground, they won't be moving slaves anytime soon. Find the spice dealers, they will be run by the same group. They won't know much, but they will be able to get us to the next step.
He gathers himself and puts on his best kind face. It had been a while since he was really friendly with anyone over the age of 13. Be smart and stay safe. Trust your instincts. I will be here planning our next step and using some contacts. Contact me if you need me... May the Force be with you.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Aug 11, 2017 14:34:17 GMT -8
* Syn nods and leaves the safe house, closing the door behind him he feels the cool night air touch his skin. Stretching slightly as he puts on his black combat gloves, he looks around at the roof tops around him. Pulling up his face cover just under his eyes, he begins moving roof top to roof top making his way to the slums of Oridin City.
After about an hour or so of travel, Syn looks down at the bustling night life on the street below him. The glow from the lights at the front entrance of the Red Rancor give those under it a glazed look as they wait in line to gain access to the night club.
Syn moves to the Red Rancors roof where he makes his way through a service hatch and into the night club. Once inside he takes a moment to gather his senses and focus through the strobe lights, loud music and life forms that had packed themselves inside. Moving like a shadow through the crowd, Syn watches from the second floor for the man he had been investigating. After a few minutes he seems leaving a VIP lounge on the first floor and head towards the back of the club. Syn follows and uses the force to make his target feel a great sense of unease and nausea. The man, Yur Dojik bursts through the back exit doors of the club and into the alley behind it gasping for fresh air. That is when he strikes, moving from the shadows; Syn slams two fingers into Yur's neck hitting a pressure point and paralyzing the man.
Yur wakes up as rain begins to fall, he still couldn't move his limbs and fear begins to take hold of him. Before any other thoughts could fill his mind, Syn grabs him by his jacket. *
" I know everything about you Yur Dojik.....if you want to continue on with your pathetic existence the i suggest you tell me what I want to know"
* Yur spits a few curses at Syn before his face is slammed down onto the duracrete rook and lifted back up. *
" In a few moments you will regain feeling in your body and the pain will set in.....tell me who do you work for and where you keep the people you capture to sell as slaves "
* Yur spits blood back at Syn's face and before uttering a word, Syn drives his boot into the man's knee crushing it. The pain hits Yur like freight loader as his senses come back to him. *
" Speak and it ends"
* Yur begins to claw at Syn trying to grasp his attacker but it was to no avail. He then begins to feel pressure throughout different parts of his body*
" I will break every bone in your body Yur...all the cybernetics in the galaxy won't be able to fix you once I am done....Tell me what I want to know"
* Yur screams that he is a dead man if he tells Syn the information he wants to knows, the rain now becomes a down pour as lighting flashes across the sky. Syn lifts the man up holding him at the ledge of 12 story building the where on top of*
" Last chance....."
* Yur in a panic caves in and tells Syn everything he knows, Syn lightly pats Yur on the cheek and then lets go of the man. With a broken knee Yur struggles to keep his balance and slips off of the ledge falling 12 stories to the street below.
Syn turns and makes his way back tot he safe house with information he needed*
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Aug 21, 2017 21:02:29 GMT -8
As the young man left, Mir kept a close sense of him in the Force feeling when he arrived at the club. Mir pulls up the feed from the security cameras and watches as Synar worked. He realized the young man's target soon. Yur Dojik was a small-time pusher of spice. His parents were very rich and didn't care what he did. It let him live like he was a big player and feel important. A good person to target to find the next level up. This was a long game. Mir sees Yur turn green and head outside. A good play, maybe this kid would work out. The loading dock camera picked up the rest. Mir was furious as he waits for the kid to return. He keeps his anger hidden and he looks happy when Synar returns. What did you find out?
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Aug 29, 2017 15:06:32 GMT -8
* Syn places a data card on the table where Mir had already gathered previous information. *
" Names, store houses and current dealings are on that data card. Seems that loyalty among criminals doesn't extend to far. Dojik did tell me that all operations have been moved to a central location. So just need to weed out where they through that data card and then end it. "
* Syn's face shows no emotion, his voice calm. He mind was fully committed tot he mission, something he couldn't turn off from his training as a Jedi Shadow*
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 3, 2017 20:52:05 GMT -8
And you trust that the intel is good?
The old man kept his voice steady. His emotions hidden in the Force. How did you verify what you were told?
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Sept 5, 2017 21:00:58 GMT -8
* Syn nods *
" The intel is good...i could see it in his eyes "
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 5, 2017 23:18:09 GMT -8
How do you know he knew? Under torture, people will say anything to make it end. Intell is no good if it can't be confirmed...
It talks all the old man has not to let the frustration creep into his voice.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Sept 6, 2017 16:42:40 GMT -8
* Syn moves past Mir and picks the data card back up off of the table and slides back into one of the pouches on his belt. He turns and begins to head for the door of the safe house *
" Then I will go and confirm it, extra leg work makes no difference to me"
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 11, 2017 19:15:38 GMT -8
Sit down... His voice was very stern, he was done holding it in. Did you think I wouldn't be keeping tabs on you? With the Force and with other resources? You tortured a low lever pusher, one that didn't really have the information you wanted to the point he would tell you anything. Then you kill him because you could. Bringing more heat down on us. Then you do nothing to confirm what you were told? What were you thinking?
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Sept 14, 2017 4:02:43 GMT -8
* Syn does not sit but just turns and faces Mir *
" What I did was not driven by darkness if that is what your worried about. I utilized my training and got what we needed, Dojik's death was a means to an end. His kind should not be tolerated to continue to survive. "
* Syn can feel Mir's disapproval in the force, but it was true that his actions where not influenced by the dark side. Just a side effect of being taken in by the Jedi Shadows from the moment he arrived with his sister at the Jedi Temple, and then amplified further from his time with the Grey Jedi*
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 16, 2017 20:21:58 GMT -8
No, if I was worried about that you would be in stun cuffs, and on a secure transport to Felucia to be dealt with. Either way, you took what you expected to be the easy way and someone whose life and destiny wasn't set has had it taken away from him because you were lazy. You had him terrified, that was good. He goes home and rethinks his life. Maybe he changes, maybe he doesn't. Now he doesn't get that chance, does he? All for information that may or may not be something of value. Instead, our enemies have a body and will close up even tighter than before.
He breaths, quickly meditating away his frustrations. I ask you again... what were you thinking?
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Sept 18, 2017 2:28:05 GMT -8
* Syn keeps his eyes on Mir *
" I am thinking that we finish playing local cops so that you can teach me Force Light. I know that is what you used against the Sith attacked us, and that is what I need to continue on with my work as a Jedi Shadow "
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 27, 2017 23:50:44 GMT -8
The old man can't hide his surprise and can't fight a laugh Hahaha... Force Light? It takes years to learn, and you could never learn it like you are. YOu are too hot-headed, too quick to kill. You rely on power. Someone with that could never expect to learn Force Light. You have to come from a place of peace, serenity. It is an extension of your own inner light. Something I doubt you have much of any longer.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Sept 30, 2017 18:22:59 GMT -8
* Syn's left hand turns into a fist at his side as Mir's words pierce him to the core. He had been searching for and hunting the darkness for so long now, that maybe he had become lost to it. Syn can feel a flash of pain in his head as his thoughts become slightly clouded, for as Mir speaks of peace another voice echoes in his mind "Peace is a lie,There is only Passion". Taking a calming breath Syn tries to Focus on what Mir was saying but soon the Jedi Master's words are inaudible, as if only his lips where moving but no sound was escaping them. But in his head the unknown voice that was just echo had now become as loud as thunder. Syn's right hand covers his face as the young jedi hunches over in clear agony, for one as experienced in the force like Mir it would feel not as if the dark side was coming from Syn but surrounding him, almost as if he was being held under water and being drowned.
Syn grits his teeth as the voice now screams in his head, " Your loss, it is your pain...your pain leads to your anger, anger with those who caused your loss...your anger leads to your hate, your hate for yourself for not being able to stop those who have taken from you...your hate brings you power, power to destroy those who have changed you forever...your power will bring you victory....through your victory the force will be at your will to command "
Suddenly the pain stops and Syn stands back up, the darkside no longer surrounded him but burned like an ember inside of him waiting for its first breath of fresh air. He opens his eyes and looks at Mir, though his eye color had not changed there was something different behind the frost blue eyes of the young jedi. *[/font]
" I know what I must do....and you cannot help me"
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Post by Mike Frantz on Nov 17, 2017 14:37:07 GMT -8
In a far off corner of a forgotten street of Oridin City sits a squat 2 story structure who's formerly grey exterior is now vibrant with the color of local street "artists" and more than a few blaster scorches. This is not a good part of town, most of the surrounding area is constantly in a state of violence and crime. Street gangs fight for dominance and drug lords rule for as long as they can before being shot by their rivals. Oddly though the area directly outside this building is relatively quiet, a bubble of calm in a storm of chaos and crime. While not marked in any way most locals know this to be a very unique bar, one who's proprietor has somehow made his place a sort of neutral zone for local crime, a refuge where no one is touched, at least not while you are within it's four walls. If you manage to learn about the place and go through the nondescript front door you'll be in for a pleasant surprise. Inside is giant hot tub full full of water that seems to change color every few moments thanks to a fantastic set of lights built into it. Out of place from the rest of this part of the galaxy it's gleaming steel surfaces are broken only by a collection of odd artifacts and artwork hanging from the walls. A pair of what look like lightsaber hilts hang on either side of what looks like a solid block of metal on part of one wall while a holo of an ewok wearing a jedi robe of all things hangs from another place. Blasters, weapons , and various other pieces of machinery and starship parts litter the walls everywhere else matching the bar in the middle of the hot tub, built out of various cast off bits of ships and speeders.
In the middle of the small dry island that makes up the bar stands a single man. While not an extremely old man his once brown hair is now mostly grey and laughter lines are starting to crease his face. His long braided hair swings all around as he juggles bottles while he makes just about any drink a patron can name, keeping drinks in the air for abnormally long times, much to the delight of those who brave the rough streets to visit his unique establishment. His ice blue eyes seem to bore into anyone who walks in the door at first, but they quickly switch to joyous blue orbs once he gets to know you and you understand that no nonsense will be tolerated. The sounds of laughter and bottles moving around permeate the place, as if here in this one place the troubles of the outside world hold no sway.
Everything is about to change. I say to myself suddenly as a feeling of change washes over me after depositing a drink into the hand of beautiful young woman swimming contentedly (and probably a bit drunkenly) in the hot tub bar I'd called my own for the last couple years. Reaching into my pocket I pull out a well worn flask and take a long swig, waiting for my time apart from the galaxy to end, and to once again become more than just a content bartender, and take up once again the mantle of Jedi.
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