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Nov 28, 2015 19:13:29 GMT -8
Post by Abraxas Korax on Nov 28, 2015 19:13:29 GMT -8
He'd stepped out of the room and for but the briefest moment he could have sworn that it felt as if the duration of the notion had been nearly as long as the trip between planets had been. He hadn't considered the duration of the trip, let alone the destination, as the ship moved through hyperspace. Instead he had focused his attention on preventing what had grasped him as a potentially traumatic event, one all too intimately close to home as he continued to protect his comrade from a woman that was like something out of a dream. He had never let his peripheral depart from her for longer than was necessary, and even if he had it was not without the extension of his own mind keeping trace of his companion's condition. Though, what had struck him odd had been the way she watched him, as though every fiber of her being wanted to inflict damage upon him.
For good or for worse, he could not have been certain. But when the ship had finally come to it's halt and landed, he was far from surprised as she followed suit when his companion was moved from the passengers quarters to medical.
The only real alarm came when he had briefly stepped out for a reprieve from staring at a seemingly lifeless figure being hovered over by the woman. He felt it first, the burst of energy as his companion's essence sprang into motion, and then he felt the conflict. Or was it perhaps a simple ripple? It was not until he heard the voices that his attention was drawn back into the chamber and out of the peaceful, yet darkly twisted recesses of his mind. He was not sure which voice he'd heard first, or whose he'd heard mention the name. What little he knew was that his feet had crossed the threshold just moments after it had been uttered for what he would have had been the final time; albeit it's being followed by several a snide remark.
Looking between the two of them as they both made themselves comfortable, in spite of the tension, he pressed a hand against the door frame and flicked his gaze between the two.
"Find is not the word I'd use, sweetheart," He mused as he took a step into the room, settling his posture in a relaxed form nearer to the woman than his companion. Adi's cover had been blown, even though it did not appear to phase him. "But that isn't really the question I'm interested in answering." He continued and turned to face her, furrowing his brow as he sized her up. Though he hardly could remember clearly when he'd last seen her, he could still remember her with the express mention of her name. "I think it's more appropriate if we, ...rather I, know why you're here."
Letting one arm fall comfortably to his side, he slid the others hand into his pocket and fingered the interior fabric around the flask of ale within it. Trynna Vox. A name familiar to Sinistrus; To Aion. And yet, here he stood, with all but a shadow of his former reflection standing in his place and he could not tear his eyes away from her. The notion to confer with his comrade came and passed, the notion to brush her aside as well, but there was only one singular though that kept him rooted to the spot. Something had brought her back, and it was enough to drive her to this very moment.
She was certainly full of surprises.
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Nov 28, 2015 20:02:08 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Nov 28, 2015 20:02:08 GMT -8
The man known as Adieumus in a past life was happy for the reprieve when Antidar walked in. Any information Trynna would have gotten would have surely been used against him later...and it was better if the former Jedi just said nothing. Instead, he plopped back down in the chair, and winced as the blaster wound shifted, making the burned skin crack open, and ooze into the bandages. He would give just about anything for a couple of bacta patches right about now...but out here, it would be tough to get.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a wrinkled, beat up, hand rolled smoke, and lit it, some of the pain drifting away with the smoke as the chemicals contained within took effect. No one needed to know the extent of the damage to his broken psyche, not now, not ever. No one needed to know what had driven him over the edge. Antidar knew the most of anyone to this point, and even =he= didn't know it all.
Gingerly, he sat forward, and took a second drag from the smoke.
"I don't really care why you are here, Vox. I just have one thing to say.
His face was stone cold, betraying no emotion. His eyes were calming now, and perhaps a little bloodshot. A long moment passed, and he just stared up at the Nagai.
Thank you for the backup in the bar back there. You helped save our worthless hides. I owe you one."
Reaching across to where she was, he offered the joint to her.
"The name is Skylar now, by the way. The Jedi don't need to know that I haven't been killed. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't let anyone else know who I am...it could bring a lot of heat down on this whole ragtag team. None of you deserve that. I don't want to put anyone else at risk...there's been entirely too much of that already."
The anger that had flashed so violently in his eyes not moments before was gone now...replaced by a deep, empty sadness. They were no longer the icy cold blue, but had now softened....turning a shade of light gray, and growing distant.
To be lost in your own shattered mind was a hell of a place to be....
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Nov 28, 2015 21:34:08 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 21:34:08 GMT -8
Tryn turned with narrowed eyes to study the blonde man who entered the room, stemming the progress she was trying to make by taunting Adieumus. Riling him up was a sure-fire way to get her nemisis to talk...he was fond of blathering on about himself. The blonde man, however...his voice was one that the Nagai felt she was acquainted with. The way it rose and fell, the inflections of the way he spoke seemed hauntingly familiar. She hadn't noticed it before since she was too fixated upon the possibility of having stumbled across her foe. Even his mannerisms seemed known to her. She brushed it off, ignoring his request for the rational behind her whereabouts, as she also ignored Adieumus' offer to share his joint.
"News flash, Adieumus: no one gives a two sithspits about coming to find you. We're talking about Jedi here. Even they're not stupid enough to make a mountain out of your molehill." She snorted, waving away the offered cig. "And yeah, it's going to take a lot more than that to make me happy." She glanced back to the blonde man. He wasn't bad looking...in fact, he was rather suitable. She snapped her fingers at him. "You'll do." she purred demandingly. "I'm assuming there's berthing on this sorry excuse for a ship? Help me find it, will you?"
She brushed past both men, grabbing the blonde man's tunic on her way to the door to pull him with her. She turned back to Adieumus for a moment before she left. "By the way, you can take your offer and shove it up your ass. And Skylar is the most ridiculous name I've ever heard of...what are you, part of a boy band?" She smiled mockingly sweet at Adi before leaving. "Don't go anywhere...I still haven't decided if I'm going to kill you or not. I'll have a clearer head after I'm done with this one." She motioned with her head to the blonde man as she finished her sentence before pulling him with her through the door and disappearing in search of a cabin. "C'mon tight ass..." she could be heard saying to the blonde. "I need to get laid."
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Nov 29, 2015 12:48:18 GMT -8
Post by Abraxas Korax on Nov 29, 2015 12:48:18 GMT -8
It felt as though he'd had a mere few moments to situate himself in the room before things started to move in a fast motion. He'd taken the time to register Trynna's identity in his mind and a similar time he'd invested in processing Skylar's reaction, but when her hand grabbed his tunic and he felt himself being pulled out of the room he couldn't help the expression that crossed his face. His brow furrowed and his lips pursed, a look of confusion crossing his face that quickly changed to one of a mild amusement as he spun around and followed Trynna. Skylar was on his own for a while and he couldn't have been more amused. The words that escaped the woman's mouth bringing a wicked smirk to his face as he kept pace with her and listened for his comrade's response, though he didn't care to hear one. Though, as she made a small snide remark his expression morphed to one of aggravated surprise. They had barely reached the first available cabin before he stopped in place and pulled her by her arm, bringing her around and pressing her back against the ship wall.
"Tight ass, hm?" He mused questioningly, raising his brows and giving her an accusatory look, standing close enough that even a credit couldn't be tossed between them. Leaning in closer, bringing his face alongside hers and his lips close to her ear, he smirked through his words. "Call me that again and I'll do more than clear your mind," he breathed with a tone hinting at a mix of danger and mischief. "Where were we?"
He raised the question not seconds before he took her by her shoulders and pulled her into the empty cabin she'd led them to. There was no question as to why he was willing. She would be distracted, he'd find satisfaction and this journey would likely become that much more interesting to him.
After all, this was one of a great many ways he could get to know this woman better.
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Nov 29, 2015 13:13:10 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 13:13:10 GMT -8
Trynna inhaled sharply through her nose as the man wrenched roughly, and unexpectedly, from her grasp and pushed her up against the wall, holding her in place against the form of his toned body. Her homicidal thoughts of Skylar dimmed to a haze in the background as a fever overtook her, flushing her pale skin. She chuckled quietly as a shiver of anticipation ran down her spine at the hot breath of his whisper upon her ear. She was about to offer a smart-assed retort before he firmly maneuvered her into the cabin, pushing her hard enough so she landed none-too-gently upon the bed with a light bounce. She didn't try to use her powers to counteract him in the least, finding more pleasure in allowing things to unfold naturally in these circumstances.
A dark laugh erupted form her lips. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" She offered a cheshire-cat grin as she slowly undid the clasps of her tunic, wasting no time. "I like that." she purred, shrugging out of the tunic and tossing it nonchalantly to the side, her blue eyes never leaving his own. She tipped her head at him, her eyes narrowing with a wicked playfulness. "Strip." she commanded, her voice turning slightly authoritative. She was used to ultimately getting her way in this arena. Men never had a problem listening to her, they knew they'd have a good time if they obeyed...most of the time, anyway.
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Nov 29, 2015 14:06:39 GMT -8
Post by Abraxas Korax on Nov 29, 2015 14:06:39 GMT -8
Her reaction hadn't been far from what he'd anticipated. Perhaps with a bit more energy, but with no less desire written in her features. Keeping her pinned to the wall was easy, even through sensing her own raw energy. Sensing her was troublesome for him, however, in the consideration that he was still masking his own essence. Even as he moved her from the wall into the cabin, he couldn't brush the thought from his mind the idea of allowing her to taste the power he was keeping locked away. Would she remember? Would it sway her? He wasn't as concerned with the latter as he was with the former. He had seen the way she was drawn to him when she had known who he was, save for the way it had been a mere acceptance of his power on a much higher scale than his own. His mind spun but his focus remained clear as she fell back towards the bed and stopped in a seated position; it brought a small smirk to his lips.
"Not quite one for wasting time I see," He uttered through his smirk as he watched her undo her tunic and fix her wicked gaze on him. Even the authoritative tone added to the intrigue; even if he weren't phased by her attempt at dominance. He was going to have fun with this, most certainly. Undoing his own tunic and pulling it over his head, he let it drop the floor and closed some of the distance between them. "First thing's first," he muttered and waved a finger towards the door, listening to it hiss shut behind him as he kept his focus on her. "As much as I'd enjoy humoring you, love, I think I'd prefer to educate you in dominance."
Closing what little distance there was between them, he placed a hand against the back of her neck and, using a firm but not all together rough grip, he held her in place as he roughly pressed his lips to hers. Something he could not deny he'd have liked to have done years ago, but not something he was disappointed catching up on now. Letting some of his focus slip, leaking out a hint of what lay beneath the facade that was his surface essence, he used a mite of his power to lift her up off the bed guided by his hand and back further towards the wall. Having her where he wanted her, he moved against the mattress himself and, placing a hand firmly on her thigh, he moved with the full intention of putting her in the position he wanted her.
No care for revealing himself to her as he knew she had known him, he assigned the entirety of his focus on satisfying her however she wanted it at his own whim. Long overdue, but this was going to be his arena.
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Nov 29, 2015 14:57:33 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 14:57:33 GMT -8
At the firm sureness his posture and words conveyed, Tryn's dark brows rose in surprise. She frowned momentarily, the inflections of his voice nagging at her again as if something out of a dream. The thought distracted her enough where she didn't realized he was upon her until he grasped her neck and his mouth was pressed against hers, his tongue sliding against the seam of her full lips, demanding entrance. She was about to give him a run for his money in protest of taking the lead when, through the heavy haze of lust, a crack in the man's armor shone through, his Force signature searing through her conscience. As quickly as it came, it was gone. She had let him invade her mouth during her revelation, so shocked and stunned was she. The Nagia was swept away as he kissed her breathless while she reeled from what she just felt. That powerful, old presence...no, it couldn't be. Why would he be here with Adieumus? For Tyrnna absolutely did not doubt it was him. It had to be...
A little more than an hour later, she laid sprawled wantonly across the bed, utterly shattered and panting for breath. She had decided to give in and not fight, hoping to enjoy something she had long ago wished for. A tryst with a man whose power rivaled her own, a man with a likeminded purpose and view of the world, and a complete disregard for anything that did not suit him...the two of them had been the perfect combination. Not that she wanted to start shopping for silverware. He was a distraction and an ally, nothing more...but for a lone wolf like Trynna, that was rare and required much will power. She slowly turned her heavy head towards his sated form that was also still panting slightly. "Good to see you again, Kaj." she said in a dry, conversational tone. "Mind telling me why you're with Matango?" A bit of her ire suddenly was flung to the fore as she slowly rose and straddled his waist, her mane of inky hair falling to the left side of her face and over his right shoulder. A pale white hand threateningly came around his neck as she stared deeply into his eyes, allowing him to see her anger. "Is there a reason Adieumus is still alive? What am I missing, mmmm?"
The hand upon Kaj's throat tightened. Tryn knew she should be completely relaxed after what just occurred, but now she had time to brood over the fact that Kaj was with Matango and had deemed to hide who he really was from her. She surprisingly felt betrayed....though she couldn't blame him. Kaj was just as much a bastard as she was a bitch.
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Nov 29, 2015 15:19:55 GMT -8
Post by Abraxas Korax on Nov 29, 2015 15:19:55 GMT -8
Erratic would have been the best choice of words to describe his mind. As they both lay there, reeling from the past hour, he could barely keep his mind from racing from thought to thought. Though each thought fell back to the same conclusion in spite of his own better tact. Yet, the conclusion did not slip past the knowledge that she was here. That after all the years he'd spent in isolation since both her disappearance and Adi's experience, she was back where he could quite literally reach out and grasp her. And even as he tried to perceive the notion in a light different from the one that had just previously washed over them, he could only see the one outcome; one that had eluded him. It was as she spoke that he registered her presence again, sprawled as it was beside his own form, and listened to the words that came from her mouth. She had spoken his name, a name he no longer associated with, and asked a question he cared little to answer.
It was what she did next that left him, rather literally, speechless. Rolling towards him, he felt her body move with an agility he recognized as her specialty and straddle his prone form. The arousal and intrigue that it brought set aside as her hand placed and maintained itself against his throat. He ceased his breathing, holding a breath as his gaze pierced through a facade he could see painted on her face. She showed intent, inquisition and anger, but he could feel the betrayal and pain that flashed behind it. He let his mind wander over the words that she spoke, but did not bother to struggle to answer her. Instead he listened to each word she spoke and let the questions sink in. Until he had firmly clasped her wrist in his hand and squeezed it tightly; enough so that he could begin to pry her hand away from his throat at his whimsy.
And an action he was not unwilling to undertake as he pried it free from his throat and used it to pull her form back down against his own; the warmth of her body familiar despite the tension.
"That, sweetheart, is a secret," he breathed heavily against her lips as he shifted his grip up along her arm to her bicep, keeping her where he wanted her. "But I suppose what you want to hear is," he whispered and brought his lips back towards her ear as he'd done before. "He's alive because I want him that way." He smirked wickedly, drew his head back and rest it against the bed again to let her see the smirk on his face.
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Nov 29, 2015 17:00:04 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 17:00:04 GMT -8
She grit her teeth as her anger simmered more passionately. Tryn knew that while they had worked together to kill Adieumus, they wouldn't officially consider themselves a team. They were both volitile people who were working together for that one purpose only, despite the precarious camaraderie that was cultivated. But she wanted answers and the evasive responses were pissing her off. What a waste of amazing sex. Instead of submitting to his warm, firm embrace, she used a short burst of Speed to pull away from him, standing nude in front of the bed as she Pulled her discarded clothing to her.
"Fuck you." she spat at him from across the room, by the door. Her eyes were alive with fury. "So this is how you are now, yeah? A pathetic weakling? No wonder you fucked me." She remembered all to well how the sexual tension was ignored when they went after Adieumus. The two times she even tried to advance on him, he turned her down. He was too focused on the kill to be interested in a fling, no matter how nonchalant. That was a shame...she never met someone whose rage perfectly matched her own. Of course the person she wanted to bed the most was the one who had so much hatred, he couldn't think about anything else.
Trynna made quick work of putting on her clothing as she stared bolts at him, ignoring his nude form. "You can take your newfound good will and shove it up your ass where Adi has shoved his." With another short burst of Speed, she flew out the door, her rage fueling her Force power. Where was that Gungun with that stupid fucking gun? It was time to blow off some steam and wreck shit.
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Dec 2, 2015 14:13:40 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Dec 2, 2015 14:13:40 GMT -8
Wait...what just happened here? One moment, Skylar was talking to Trynna, the next? The man he thought was a good friend suddenly just up and went to screw the brains out of his worst enemy?? The Arkanian had heard of desperate, but this just took the cake.
Fuck. This. Shit."Cmon, MICRO....time to go."Getting up, Adi let the cat hop on his shoulder, and made his way to the back of the ship. He stopped only to scrawl a short note. "K-You can find me where it all began. -E-" He taped the note to the door leading to the rear cargo bay, and stepped out into the bustling spaceport. He had to find a ship...there was something he had to take care of, and he most certainly didn't need the distraction of others....especially two idiots in heat like Antidar and Trynna.
He had to do this alone. There was no other way.
It didn't take long for him to find the absolute best ship he could have stumbled on....a shuttle for a dispensary transport business, packed full of fresh, potent herbs. It took about a half a second for the blond man to decide that this was now going to be =his= transport."Crack it, MICRO. We need a ship. We have somewhere to go."Hopping down from Skylar's shoulder, the cat darted in and around the legs of those passing through the spaceport, and over to the ship. Within seconds, the controls for the front cockpit beeped, hissed, and the canopy swung open. The manx cat jumped inside, and just as quickly had control of the main systems. Seeing the hatch open, Skylar walked over, and gingerly climbed in. Looking around, he found a first aid kit. Inside, he found a stash of bacta patches. Grinning, he pulled up his shirt, unwrapped the bandages, and slapped one of the larger bacta patches on the blaster burn. Almost immediately, the cooling, healing gel seeped into the wound. A sigh of relief escaped from the Arkanian, and he relaxed, finally getting relief from the pain for the first time in hours."We're outta here, get us in orbit, I'll take over from there."The canopy closed, the main engines started up, and the ship lifted off. Within minutes, the ship had cleared the spaceport, and was up, and out of the atmosphere.
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Meanwhile, Raxxie was at the medicine shop, and the little green shop owner came out. There was something a little off about the guy....and not just his appearance. There was a really strange vibe emanating from him. Shrugging it off, Raxxie gave him the list of med supplies she needed. It included 100 bacta patches, bandages, peroxide, pain killers, styptic, and syringes."We have to refill our medkits. Had a bit of a scrape back on Dantooine. Me and the Captain, to be exact. He took a couple hits trying to extract a few people from a sticky situation. He didn't make it. Which, actually may be an opportunity for you, Gavin..." She turned to face the large man again. "With us losing the Cap'n...we have need of a pilot. Pay isn't awful, but it's based on jobs. You interested?"
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Dec 2, 2015 14:46:57 GMT -8
Post by Abraxas Korax on Dec 2, 2015 14:46:57 GMT -8
As quickly as she'd moved away from him he could see the glint of anger in her eyes. The way she carried herself he could sense that she took offense to his remark, and to his demeanor. Though he could hardly blame her, expecting nothing more from the woman who he assumed had dedicated the better half of her life to killing a man he was now intent on keeping alive. As such he barely acknowledged her rapid dressing, her insults tossed as she oriented herself and the continued seething rage as she left the room; only to rouse himself and dress nearly as quickly as she had done herself.
It was in those moments that he felt the weight of his cybernetic. As it extended and moved with a more sluggish motion than his flesh he thought for a moment or three about a time when he was unburdened by such things as his promises and obligations. But as his mind wandered he could feel his memories surfacing, and the images of both Trynna and another blurring together slightly. As if a woman from his past were trying to resurface. A similar occurrence he had ignored during his time on Yag'duhl. There was no way that Trynna was an exact semblance of Ra'mira, and he knew his mind should not dwell on such a notion.
Brushing the thoughts from his mind, and off the sounds of commotion from outside the cabin, he opened the cabin door and moved through the ship towards docking ramp. If Trynna had gone somewhere, he knew she would likely have either passed there or was going to eventually. He had a thing or two to discuss with her and it wouldn't do if she were to miss the opportunity. After all, he had a feeling that there were still questions that needed answers.
Answers he was sure could be conveyed in various ways.
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Dec 2, 2015 21:17:49 GMT -8
Post by Gavin Roken on Dec 2, 2015 21:17:49 GMT -8
Gavin opened his medkit and checked to see just what it was that he needed. He closed the lid as he weighed the cost against his remaining credits. His attention fell back to Raxana as she began explaining her situation. Whatever she had gotten herself into, it sounded exciting. A little excitement will do you some good, he thought. A consistent paycheck and a ship to pilot were his main priorities, but if he could manage to land himself in with a crew that kept things interesting, well, it'd be just what he was looking for.
"Sorry to hear about your Captain. Turns out that I am in need of something better than what I've got now. What's make and model of the ship?" Gavin remembered that Smythe was still looking for work as well. "Oh, and do you happen to have room for some muscle?" Gavin motioned toward Smythe as he asked the second question.
The pilot scratched at his beard as he considered the situation. This crew already consisted of a heavily armed Gungan and Raxana. Just recently their Captain had been killed. Now Gavin and likely Smythe would be joining. This could be quite the crew that we are pulling together, he thought, imagine if we added the green one as well.
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Dec 2, 2015 22:22:01 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Dec 2, 2015 22:22:01 GMT -8
Cocking her head, she looked over to Smythe. He looked like he might be pretty handy to have in a fight. With guns-for-brains, maybe he could help balance out the team.
"Well, I suppose he could tag along. We should probably hurry up and get back to the ship...There was another guy back there that got hit when the Cap'n did. It wasn't as bad, but he's still a little rough. That's the main reason we are here."
She looked back to the shop owner, hoping that he could fill the list. As she had stated, there wasn't much time. They needed to get back to the Son, before the walking tank of a Gungan started getting the urge to use that grenade launcher slung across his back. Raxxie was pretty sure that the locals would get a little upset if he did, and they really didn't need anymore heat on their backs. As it was, the passengers they had on board were hotter than a Tatooine desert ridge, and half the sector police in the vicinity would be out looking for them. If Waterbunny got bored, things tended to go boom....
...Time was ticking....he always seemed to have an exceptionally short attention span.....
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Dec 11, 2015 9:26:33 GMT -8
Post by Gavin Roken on Dec 11, 2015 9:26:33 GMT -8
Gavin did his best to not show how relieved he was when he heard that Smythe could tag along. Despite not wanting to stick around on Bastion, his word was still important.
"Will we need to pick up a medic? Either way, I've already got everything settled here on Bastion and can leave right away."
The pilot ran through anything else he would have to cover before leaving. He had claimed that everything was settled, but the truth was that there would be some angry people. A simple message would keep them from getting too angry, hopefully enough that they wouldn't try to come after him. They'll probably just take whatever I leave behind, he thought.
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Dec 14, 2015 19:43:49 GMT -8
Post by Abraxas Korax on Dec 14, 2015 19:43:49 GMT -8
It was almost as if the air grew stagnant as he waited. Standing in the silent shell of the craft's corridors, he listened for the sound of another form whether it be distant or close. His impatience, accompanied by his irritation, grew thin as his neither his companion nor the woman returned; sending an almost wrenching feeling to his gut which had him twisting in place. The sounds he'd heard before rousing himself, the words Trynna had spat before she left, they both came back to him within the matter of seconds and he was before the door of still empty cabin before any normal individual could fully expend a breath.
Waiting for him there? A note. A note that witlessly toyed with words that spoke in a cryptic riddle. One addressed from an E to a K, and one that only his eyes could truly understand. With a clench and grit of his jaw, a furrow his brow, he turned to where he had last seen his companion and felt his emotions flare.
The fool had gone off on his own. Once again he risked his own life for the sake of others; neglecting yet again those who he likely knew would crumble and fray in his absence.
Not again.
Without a word to his compatriots, the men and women he had inadvertently pledged his assistance to, he left. Departed from the emotion laden and turmoil plagued metal walls and made his way towards what appeared to be an empty are of the station. And one that he knew he could tap into his own reserves to make contact elsewhere without drawing attention to himself; at least for the moment.
He had sensed the Gungan's fledgling emotions, tasted the bitter dull blade that was his patience, and he was unwilling to allow such a thing to weigh him down. Stepping out of sight and to a comfortable distance from the rest of the crew, he cloaked his presence and reached to the Force to brush with any who he knew could bring him off the face of this rock and off to the place that his former friend was seemingly calling him. This would be the last time he would allow such a wanton act to dictate the course of his connection with that man.
There was a light ripple and within a matter of minutes he'd found himself aboard a small craft headed towards the atmosphere. This would be a departure he would not waste emotion on.
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Dec 15, 2015 0:25:17 GMT -8
Post by Diamonte Tuhlute on Dec 15, 2015 0:25:17 GMT -8
That part about the craft’s liftoff waking me up like a baby in a mother’s arms? yeah, no… my wakeup was more akin to a toddler trying to get their parent’s attention when the parent has laid down for a rest. specifically the irritation was a vibrating function of my Comm link I had set for high priority messages.
‘ A Jedi Order Emergency Transmission? this aught to be good.’ I hit the button to silence the morse code vibration and Displayed the message.‘ The order is run by Pudding brains…. ’
I closed the messenger app on the display and settled down into a lotus position with my hands together in my lap to weave signals. as I my fingers moved, exotic markings appeared on my outer cloak as I began to separate my spirit from my vessel in such a way that I could roam more quickly than just leaving my chamber. anyone currently still on the ship was out of the corridors and wouldn’t notice me escaping… there was the ‘Nora’ and the other humanoid male in one of the larger Cabins… and watching them would probably be distracting… not that it wouldn’t be useful to watch for a moment to calm my nerves for later…. but before I could ‘relax’ any further Nora left like a banshee… and the other man, departed the room. through my spectre I followed him to the cargo bay where she stopped at a piece of paper taped to the wall (Downside of spirit walk, can’t read the the written word on the page), noting how fast he took off, I scoured the rest of the ship… no one, not even the Gungan.
… wait no one was aboard except me’ Sithspit’
as quickly as I could move my form through walls and floors I reunited spirit with vessel and, undoing the app locks I made my way down to the note to take it in."K-You can find me where it all began. -E-"
1) I had a rogue Jedi Master that needed to face justice, who was going dark in spirit, and had a skittish nature making him likely to attack any would be captors as well as random collateral damage to nearby civilians.
2) I had an ignorant Jedi Master who had just sent the order on a (albeit Deserved) witch hunt that was doomed to kill foolish jedi that listened to him and those around them to death by the Blade of Matango.
The possible solution would be to block the BOLO message from getting to Adi’s compad, while blocking Adi’s starnet chip from being tracked by anyone except me, thus buying me some time to find him before the Extremists in the order. but that still left me the task of tracking down matango… perhaps the note had some clue in it.‘ …where it all began…’ well, THAT was general enough to be any number of locations. but I needed to relax… and Nora wasn’t nearby to help out. I lowered my hood for the first time since garang addressed the droid whom had been hovering over my since we had broken into orbit.
“ S1, display a galactic map.” the lights were dimmed as a astral map of the galaxy was displayed and, allowing myself to be led to the knowledge I needed, the display dimmed with the exception of four planets[/i][/font][li] Carida[/li] The outpost Adi was responsible for building… and I was responsible for destroying. a strong catalyst for the Darkside to flow based on the number of lives lost.[li] Honoghr[/li] Where I FORMALLY first met then Knight Matango. where L’Ange Noir disbanded its control over the planet and both were enveloped into the jedi order and Galactic Republic respectively.[li] Yavin[/li] The first battle of the Crusades. the first time the Watchmen (along with Random J-TECH Agents) assembled to discuss strategy. Major loss for the Jedi including many of the Masters of the Yavin Temple.[/ul]
3 of those seemed plausible. Honoghr seemed less so… only because if Adi went on the lamb… the last place he would want to be is anywhere that someone could recognise him and utilise local communications to get the info to Isis.
when I had my itinerary set, I would visit the 4 worlds in turn. first to Tython, then Carida, then to Yavin the current closest (the wound was too fresh to start there) and finally Honoghr. if Adi attempted to communicate using starnet, I would know.
Settling myself on a couch, the realisation finally dawned on me what this day had done to me. I was about to pass out when JM-S1 alerted me that a message was awaiting me in starnet.
Dear Master Tuhlute,
You should know by my reputation that I am no stranger to being found Absent Without Leave, and while I might disagree with your decision-making, do not think that I will condemn you for it. I know that you must have had good reasons for your choice, and I will honor your plans (and your cover) for the time being.
If you need extraction, either for yourself, or for Jedi-18, please do not hesitate to contact me, so that I may arrange for a discrete operation.
As for the Starnet project, it fits nicely into a project of my own design, and I will do as you have asked.
May the Force be with You,
Jedi Master Kel'Al Raganella.
I dismissed the droid to prepare the shuttle for Warp to the first destination. I could feel my spirit being tugged by the Oneiroi away from the waking world. If I attempted to type out the message, the ending would include several random keypresses… so instead, not realising that this jedi, one of the last jedi that I held in proper esteem, had not seen my face since I vanished in front of his eyes I began to Record and transmit a video stream to him:: I need to make this quick, I will soon lose my fight against the Oneiroi… not a real enemy, but one that will force me to delay this message. … my only… reasoning in the matter of my departure is that I am a teacher… not an administrator. you cannot expect to tie me to a desk and expect me to remain…not… good reasoning…
…As for the Matter with Jedi-18… I have bigger problems now. the council through the Pen of Master Rawkill have issued… a BOLO on 18… please tell me… the jedi aren’t about to elevate that pudding brain onto the high council… you should… gotten my first transmission….zzz… I requested… patience… restraint… Rawkill, signing death orders of …Masters that go after him.
… transmitting coordinates of possible locations… might have gone to… bolted from my presence. If able… meet me… Caridia.
*and then, as often in the Fleeting moment of Freshness, a single thought came to my mind that I could articulate clearly*
You know, when I served as Yavin’s headmaster there was chatter that when the Yavinites left yavin, they took with them the sanity of the order. Seeing my recommendation of restraint until I could pull everything together for a trial ignored wills me to verify that… I think you are one of the last sane individuals that Claims the mantle of the Jedi. Not even I anymore…
*And with that I lost my battle, the next few minutes were filled with resting and light snoring until a mosquito that had boarded the ship while I was running in Ravelin, landed on my left wrist irritating it. I tossed and my right arm flung across my body to swat the fly, hitting the button on my wrist comp to end the transmission.*::
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Dec 19, 2015 0:24:32 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Dec 19, 2015 0:24:32 GMT -8
NCO disembarked from his shuttle, with the usual two body guards, but after a quick stroll around the port, dismissed them. He walked a little farther and found the woman He was looking for standing in a shop that boasted a wide array of cheap medical supplies. He watched her for a moment, guaging her person in the snap shot fashion experienced warriors learn to do habitually, before entering the shop and activating his external speakers.
Someone says you need muscles, preferably ones that can patch a torn body on very short notice. Where and when do you want them?
NCO watched, apparently motionless and waiting for someone, as Raxana answered, or chose not to answer, to get a better feel for at least one crew member. He'd heard a little of what was going on, and who was doing what, but the crew was recruiting so he wasn't confident that his intel was particularly reliable. He was sure this woman was still on the crew, but wasn't sure about those near her. He didn't really care one way or the other, but he was curious to see what he could expect of the next few days at least, if not months.
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Dec 29, 2015 10:36:30 GMT -8
Post by Kyp on Dec 29, 2015 10:36:30 GMT -8
Meanwhile, Raxxie was at the medicine shop, and the little green shop owner came out. There was something a little off about the guy....and not just his appearance. There was a really strange vibe emanating from him. Shrugging it off, Raxxie gave him the list of med supplies she needed. It included 100 bacta patches, bandages, peroxide, pain killers, styptic, and syringes."We have to refill our medkits. Had a bit of a scrape back on Dantooine. Me and the Captain, to be exact. He took a couple hits trying to extract a few people from a sticky situation. He didn't make it. Which, actually may be an opportunity for you, Gavin..." She turned to face the large man again. "With us losing the Cap'n...we have need of a pilot. Pay isn't awful, but it's based on jobs. You interested?"
Eventually he had collected everything on the list and assembled it in the storeroom near the door to the shop front. He then strode proudly out, as much as he could without hobbling, and sprang onto his high chair behind the counter.
“Found all that you require, I have. Assembled it for transport as well, you will find. The not so small matter of payment, we must resolve next.”
Kyp had begun the registers ancient cogs and it began calculating the price of what the crew desired. A few seconds after he finished speaking there was an audible ping and the price was clearly displayed on the main screen. Seven thousand and forty three credits was the grand total for the hefty list of medical equipment and supplies that would keep the crew going for many months.
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Dec 29, 2015 21:28:30 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Dec 29, 2015 21:28:30 GMT -8
Well now....that was a bit more expensive than expected. They only had about 5500 in the coffers at the moment, and the Cap'n hadn't exactly left them any extra....Juuma NEVER had any creds, or at least he said he didn't. Wouldn't be cheap to top off the fuel cells on Bastion...bastards kept jacking the prices up. They really needed the supplies, too....And there was someone else looking to get in on the crew as well....muscle with medic skills? Why not??
What to do? She looked over the odd, little green man,and the one offering his services, and cocked her head. Maybe these guys could fill the medic role together, and agree to come on for a solid cut of the pay.....
"How bout this, you two? Yes, we are in need of a medic, and the way -your- eyes glistened at the sight of our order, you haven't had much business around here lately."
Raxxie looked right at the strange little green man directly as she spoke about the 'order' that had just been placed. She then looked at the other man.
"We are heading for a place called 'The Wheel'....and things might get dicey. Besides, we have a guy back on the ship that needs more than a medkit and some ointment. You look like you might be a lot more handy with the bloody stuff than we are."
Looking back to the small shopkeeper, Raxxie continued.
"We give you your costs here, plus a cut of whatever we get out of this job on top of it...if you are interested..."
She tried to play cute...well, as cute as a Zabrak can be to a...a....um....
What the kriff was this guy, anyway?
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jan 1, 2016 20:19:36 GMT -8
I continue to utilize my external speakers through my interaction with the woman and the apparently potential recruit.
I'm a battle field medic, not a doctor, I can cauterize his wounds and keep him functional indefinitely, but healing him properly will have to be seen to by another being entirely.
NCO could easily spot the money for the supplies; hell he could buy the whole shop and barely notice the dent in his funds, but that wasn't something he let on about very often. In fact he didn't ever let on at all, ever, life was simpler that way. Still, it wouldn't take too much to connect the dots if one were looking and find out just how well off he really was. Not that it'd do you much good, as threatening a mando has a long and well versed history of ending poorly, and he's not a naturally sharing sort of being. He was mildly amused at Raxxie's response, as it seemed to answer his question without actually answering his question. Still, it was probably a point of caution from past experience with mercenaries, or even other Mandolorians, so he didn't give it a second thought. He was used to the vague, non-detailed orders of employers who didn't want to be traced to the mission at hand. NCO Waited to see what his fellow potential recruit would say to her business offer, secretly hoping he'd turn Raxxie down, at least at first, if only so he could see how she dealt with being short on funds when she needed everything on the list.
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