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Post by Chloro on Mar 19, 2014 1:01:27 GMT -8
No lack of confidence on his part. He was clearly much smarter than her if managed to avoid being caught. Maybe more determined too. But really, he was missing the full picture. As she watched him disappear into the shadows, she grinned at him. For a clever lad, he could really be quite daft and if she could fool him, she could fool anyone.
If you caught Chloro and you had a little insight into the type of creature she was, you'd do well to put her out of her misery, not throw her into a low-key prison. Lock and key to her was like a rose garden arguing with boots. This was her idea of a holiday. A bit of rest and recovery, at the government's expense. But this was Dromund Kaas, the dark-side hell-hole and this was turning out to be a huge disappointment. Besides, since when did she end up between all the petty muggers and white-collar inside traders? Someone was definitely tugging her goat.
For one thing, there was a junior Sith Alchemist that fettered her when he realised that she had a knack for being able to pull out a person's tongue and strangle them with it. It was an usual set of durasteel boots and gauntlets that were unnaturally heavy that was meant to incapacitate her. The second surprise was not doing a background medical check. Already a Sithspawn, the manacles fused with her and were simply impossible to get off. Although being incredibly clumsy, she was able to leave the Sith tongue-tied but she wasn't exactly able to escape. So, a few weeks physiotherapy later and she was nearly as good as new.
There was a high pitched scream as she held someone's forearm to help her light up her second smoke of the day. After inhaling, she used the same helping hand to hold the cigarette while she exhaled.
"Prisoner Five Three Four One Nine, present! Also requesting for a little medical attention. I've got an itch down my back I can't get and I think this inside trader has a serious case of repetitive strain injury."
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Post by Zik Kine on Mar 19, 2014 16:13:25 GMT -8
*A public transport was making its way to dock in Kaas City. Inside, a young man of questionable character and allegiance made ready to depart the shuttle. He was Echani, Zik Kine to be exact, but he did not look it. His hair was dyed black, and his eye's shown with a shade of green. To anyone else, he would just seem like some street tough. He wore a simple outfit, black denym pants, a pair of boots, and a sleeveless red shirt. He had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and when he got off the ship, he simply disappeared into the crowd.
A few hours later, he reemerged from the streets and bustle to a small hotel. The room was lousy and the owner was not much better, but it would serve his purpose. Zik had come to Dromund Kaas for one thing, a journal once belonging to Emperor Palpatine regarding findings on the time of Sorzus Syn. And he had no intention of staying longer then he needed too. All intel he had been given pointed to a private collector on planet, but it was rarely so easy as that.
After a a quick bout of meditation to adjust himself to the planets daily rotation, Zik pulled on a Wraid leather jacket and headed back out into the streets to get some more information of the collector and what other pieces of value he may have had for a Jedi Shadow.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 20, 2014 6:58:51 GMT -8
Vyzlor didn't wait for a reply from the guard in front of him, he took the initiative. Turning back towards the prisoner in question, The Sith Lord unclipped a pair of binders from his beltand began to walk towards Chloro.
"There's no way your seeing the inside of a medical bay for an itch. Now don't get knarly and we'll have you out of here in no time."
Vyzlor was now facing away from Sa'kage and he winked to Chloro when he mentioned getting out of the cell. He really meant out of the prison entirely and hoped she would play along. Vyzlor had not extended his research as far as why she was in the prison, he had focussed entirely on getting her out but was wondering why she hadn't escaped herself. This was something for a later discussion, right now he was thinking of a way to get the awkward guard off his back or onto his side. The Sith stretched his hand out and motioned for Chloro to put the binders on, his other hand was poised ready to draw his weapon.
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Post by Sa'kage on Mar 20, 2014 14:41:29 GMT -8
The masked face of the male watched as the other being turned away from himself and behind his mask he smiled to himself. Sith, always arrogant and always self assured. However he wasn't here to kill, but to protect and that was what he would do. Glancing upwards at the ceiling, he noted the last two lightbulbs left flickering in their housings. With a smile, Sa'kage placed his 'baton' upon his belt where it belonged and reached behind himself. Pressing upon the two small circles upon his lower back, the ones that where right along his spine and appeared to be decoration upon his armor the two circles popped outwards and fell in to his palms. Pulling his arms from behind himself his thumbs pressed down upon the central button causing the blades of his specialized Vrakolian spin-blades to extend he threw the throwing weapons with deadly accuracy and they smashed in to the lights, cascading the area in near pitch blackness.
The sudden drop of light didn't bother Sa'kage. Darkness was his lover, his best friend, and his brother. It enveloped him, wrapping around him like a second layer of flesh that flowed with himself. Using the training of his father, his Shadow Vision allowed his eyes to see in the darkness, showing the male before him and the female separated by the bars from them both. With swiftness and silence, the male moved scooping his two small weapons back in to his hands and depressing the center buttons again causing the blades to retract and his arms bent behind himself and pressed the throwing weapons just below their sister devices upon his back, locking them on to his suit of armor. "Sir, please remove your hand from near that weapon, and hold up the papers you have for this supposive transfer."
Despite these actions, Sa'kage still had not made a violent move against anybody, Removing their ability to see was a precautionary action. Darkness was the only advantage he had over others at the moment. Pulling his baton back from his belt, he stood there, blocking their escape though they wouldn't know it in the darkness until one of them produce a light source. If the man produced the papers, Sa'kage would glance at them in the darkness but not really read them. He didn't care what they said. He was going to let both leave this prison, and probably follow them. With three days of pay, he could at least use his starship and get to another planet where he could find a new job. It wasn't like the prison administration was going to find him. Did they actually think the name 'Zander' was his true name? What he wanted was something worthwhile for letting these two go, something special and unique. The question that remained was...what did one or both of them have to offer?
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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 20, 2014 17:36:24 GMT -8
The reaction of the mercenary guard was unexpected, damaging prison property was not what Vyzlor had foreseen. However all was not lost, the Sith was extremely proficient with Force Sight. Back when he ruled over his own Empire he was renowned for his ability with the power and feared for it. He stood still and let the guard say his piece, Sa'kage obviously had some sort of ability to see in the dark. Was his species able to see in the dark or was it his mask? Perhaps neither, the dark cloud of the Force clung faintly to this one, he may be of some use.
Vyzlor had a choice of two options that offered the most chance of success. He could either show the guard the datapad with the transfer request on, thank you Deputy Warden your children will live to see tomorrow. Or he could use the Force to incapacitate the guard and make his escape. Both options had risks, what if he was not satisfied with the transfer request and took it up with the Warden himself? What if he or Chloro were injured before the guard could be incapacitated? The only real question was, did Vyzlor see a use for Sa'kage outside of this prison?
Time seemed to slow as images passed through the old man's mind. He was getting the image of an arcane book over and over and was struggling to see Sa'kages future. He was trying too hard and eventually relaxed, then the images came together, Sa'kage and this powerful book. This mercenary would help Vyzlor find the book!
The wizened Sith's mind shot back into his body and real time, his breathing was heavier now and for now apparent physical reason. Not wanting to give the wrong impression he took his hand away from where his blaster was and moved slowly to produce his datapad. A few button presses later would reveal the transfer order authorised by the Deputy Warden.
"The order has been signed off by the Deputy Warden. Do excuse my precaution, I was lead to believe that she was a very dangerous prisoner."
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Post by Chloro on Mar 22, 2014 3:15:25 GMT -8
She looked at the new guard. No guard spoke to her like that. Neither the sadists or the 8-to-5 nobodies. Her breath caught when the pieces came together. Someone had discovered her, leaked the information and they were coming to recruit her. Or use her. Up to recently, she had been okay with that, as long as they would return her in the condition they found her in.
But the last few months had changed her mind. Some had tried reverse engineering her. That had been trippy to say the least. She had learnt some new tricks though. Later, after making good her escape, she had found a primitive tribe that had taken her for an incarnation of one their gods. It had been right up her street. Abuse them, play hard to get, spoil for a fight and give them her own twisted idea of fun. Although they didn't have what was needed to appease her. High explosives. Napalm. Grenades. Landmines. Concussion explosives. Chemical grenades. Assault rifles. It had taken three months for her to lose interest, although that had been fun. Maybe she'd try that again. Ruling something.
Chloro mouthed an "aww", managing to look suitably disappointed while smirking. She tossed her human cigarette-holder and as gingerly as possibly, she gripped the binders with her gauntlets and snapped them on higher up on her forearms, behind the bulky gloves.
Then it was dark.
"Another power trip?"
She asked, smiling open mouth'd, inadvertently looking at Sa'kage, even though it was pitch black but she was directly facing him when she asked the question. Her eyes flickered from side to side, useless in the dark.
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Post by Sa'kage on Mar 22, 2014 11:06:57 GMT -8
Sa'kage didn't even bother answering the female as she questioned the 'power outage'. He continued looking at the male and shook his head even as the requested item was shown. It wasn't to see if the man actually had them, but to see if he was willing to produce them. Papers could be forged, people coerced in to signing them.
"I actually frankly don't care whether you have those papers or not. I just wanted to see of you would produce them. Now, quickly tell me what you want this female for, before the other guards show up. With them here, it would be much more difficult to remove the female from these confines. If you tell me what it is you want this female for...I might perhaps help you escape. However that won't happen if the other guards show up."
He grossed his arms, tapping his baton upon his bicep, as he waited for the male's response. He was nothing if not patient.
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Post by Chloro on Mar 23, 2014 5:31:49 GMT -8
"Ah..."
Chloro interjected gently, although it was more the sound a person made when they finally came to a solution of a challenging question. The cherry red tip glowed brightly in the gloom as she took a deep breath.
"He wants me to help him take over this miserable planet." There was no other reason for her existance or why people would keep her around. It certainly wasn't for her people skills. "And you'd like to join us. Why guard this place when you could rule it?"
She dragged her hands down the bars of the cell, drawing their attention to them. Suddenly, she wasn't so patient to be in here anymore. She wanted out and fast. The itch in her back was nothing compared to the itch in her soul to destroy.
"C'mon, rent-a-guard, don't you want to see what these hands can do?"
The bars creaked as Chloro gave them a squeeze. She was clearly working up an appetite.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 23, 2014 7:49:13 GMT -8
Two for the price of one, Vyzlor smiled, more smirked really, a knowing smirk. He could almost laugh, this reminded him of a time very long ago when he was first building his Empire. Power attracts power. He quickly deposited the datapad back into his pocket and spun on the spot. He stared directly into the face of Sa'kage, a very purposeful display of power, before he spoke.
"You may have noticed that this one is not your usual prisoner. She has power and a desire for destruction that, if directed properly, could be devastating. She is also quite perceptive and is partially correct in her assumption that I want control of this planet. I not only want this planet but the entire Galaxy and nothing will stand in my way."
Vyzlor waved his left hand and the barred door to Chloro's cell slide open. He thought for a moment as he gave time for Sa'kage to take in what he had said before he realised that Chloro might need light to exit the building. Creating light was not one of his strong points however matters of the mind were. Concentrating on Chloro, not too hard, he projected an image of what he could sense through the Force. She would not get the entire picture but would gain a sense of the layout of the building, enough to be able to navigate it in the pitch black.
"I have some people creating a distraction near the front gate which helped me enter, however I believe this will attract more guards and will hinder my escape. If you desire to join me then I would have you go from here to B-wing and open all of the cells their. That will cause quite the disturbance and draw the guards away from the gate, thus allowing me and her to escape. As a legitimately employed guard you can then leave whenever you choose."
B-wing was not only the furthest part of the prison from the main gate, it was the wing where all the most dangerous inmates were kept. Until recently this was where Chloro had resided. Releasing them from their solitary confinement would create an incident of a level somewhere between riot and civil war, an adequate distraction.
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Post by Sa'kage on Mar 23, 2014 13:29:39 GMT -8
The male chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You want control of the galaxy? An admirable pursuit I suppose, though ultimately doomed to failure. Even if you succeed, nobody can retain that power for long. Any universal spanning empire will crumble under its own weight eventually, for it has proven time and again. However I will not stand in the way of attempted progress."
He chuckled as stepped out of their way and glanced at the direction of the entrance, and shrugged. If he wanted to attempt an exit that direction he was foolish, even with two distractions. They wouldn't even make it past the older and more driven security who felt a sense of purpose and claim to this place.
"I'll go release the others, however if you really wish for an escape, and not to risk injury I can show you the...uhh..back door. A good guard wouldn't want their prisoner to be injurd would they?" He chuckled softly and grinned, then gestured at them.
"As you can see in the darkness, lead her down to the end of D-block, then turn towards C-block. Along the back wall, six bricks up an three over press the brick. You'll see..." He chuckled softly then headed towards B-block to release the more notorious 'guests'....or at least as notorious as they can upon this backwater world.
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Post by Chloro on Mar 25, 2014 8:18:18 GMT -8
Why not dispose with the titles and the pleasantries and get down the business of a little good old fashioned tyranny? Things were pretty simple under the rule of might makes right. Mr Rent-A-Philosopher-In-Shining-Armour was right about the crumbling business. As long as she was around, there would be a whole lot more crumbling. From her experience, it didn't matter to the Sith if the goods were a little damaged. They were content to rule, even if it meant ruling over the ruins. Lord Third-Degree-Burns to her left at least could appreciate the effort it took to get there.
She stepped out of the open cell and onward to progress!
Why did feel like she knew exactly where she was? Why was she sucking on her index finger, drooling? Shaking herself out of the brain freeze that overcame her, she tried to orientate herself with the corridor. She could see people in the dark with her passive telepathy, but sucking on a rusty glove seemed to have thrown her ability to taste people from a distance.
Chloro frowned at Sa'kage's suggestion. There were standards to hold, traditions to uphold. No-one escaped alone. Usually. Point was that this wasn't a escape. It was coup. But she wasn't quite sure who to follow at this point. On the one hand, there was the B-block that needed her help and on the other hand, there was her life and liberty. Choices choices. She was no good at those.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 26, 2014 17:13:24 GMT -8
Vyzlor did not like the mercenary. He did not like being told what to do and he did not like his attitude towards his plans, his downfall would be slow and satisfying. Right now he had a feeling he needed him so decided not to kill him just yet.
"I assure you I have enough power to hold together an Empire as large as my ambition. I'll find you name from the duty roster but mine is Vyzlor Harth, though you will call me 'My Lord'. We will make our own way out, try not to get killed and we'll meet you in the residential building across from here on 3rd street. Come on, you."
Vyzlor said the last sentence as he turned away from Sa'kage and towards Chloro. His expression of grim determination had not changed and he marched towards the entrance he had come in. He was not acting like the frail old man he was, the Force was aiding his movements now. Before they attempted their escape through the main gate, Vyzlor and Chloro would have to wait for Sa'kage's secondary distraction so the Sith Lord decided to check out the mercenary's "back door". Walking normally now he followed the wall until he got to the designated spot and searched for the brick in question.
Pressing in the switch disguised as a brick opened a small hole in the floor near the wall that seemed to lead to the sewerage system. Vyzlor took one wiff and decided against it. His original plan of forcing their way through the lightly guarded front gate during the riot distraction was still feeling good to him. He turned to Chloro and took the binders off.
"We're not going down there! We'll wait for the distraction then hit the main gate, do you require a weapon?"
Vyzlor did not need a weapon but he had come armed with two blasters anyway. One was to keep up appearances as a guard and the other was back-up. You never know when you might need a backup plan.
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Post by Sa'kage on Mar 26, 2014 19:10:22 GMT -8
Sa'kage listened to the male and sneered behind his mask. Arrogance was a weapon that could kill the wielder as well the the wielder's opponent just as easily. How many times had it been proven in the history? He cared not even attempt to count the times. So the male dismissed the urge to strike the red skinned male down before himself, and decided to concentrate upon his two objectives. The second of which would lead to the first, at least for the time being. Releasing the prisoners in B-block would help the small female escape. He could tell she didn't really need the help, something about her screamed that she could probably tear this entire prison down brick by brick if she so chose to. However it was just...his nature. So the male turned away from the two and called out over his shoulder at them as he strode away, sarcasm dripping from his voice like saliva from the jowls of a strill all over the three simple words he said.
"Yes, MY LORD."
Then he strode rapidly through the hallways, working his way in to the very heart of the facility where to B-block where they kept the most notorious of prisoners. With in the heart here it was assumed they would have the most trouble escaping their prison cells, and if they did they had all the more chance to get lost and found as they where never allowed to wonder or learn the corridors. However, to Sa'kage the word notorious was a joke for these low lives. What was the most any of them had ever killed? Two, maybe three at the most? These where nothing but crooks, people who had murdered or raped, or simply upset a high ranking official and where now paying the price. There where no notorious prisoners in this worthless prison. However as he thought about it he smiled behind his mask as he toyed with an idea. Although it would never really work, it was amusing and funny. So he spoke to the prisoners as he slowly lifted a pair of keys.
"Prisoners! It has come to my attention that many if not all of you have been falsely accused! Sent to spend the rest of your days toiling away in this backwater sewer by a single man! Well, today is retribution day! You accuser is here, in this very prison masquerading as a guard to laugh at your plight! A red skinned, decrepit sith! At this very moment, he makes his way towards the front gate! I shall release you to go and incur your wrath!"
He moved from gate to gate, slipping the key inside and unlocking each door but leaving it closed. When the last door was unlocked he turned and looked at them all, a wicked smile upon his face. If the old man had refused his back door out of pride, which Sa'kage was certain he had done, then this would certainly be a nasty little surprise for him. Sure, all these men would probably die attacking an "innocent" man, but their lives where forfeit already anyways. If the man had taken his little route, then they woudl simply overwhelm the guards at the front gates and quickly have the gates open and running amok in the city causing chaos, destructing and disorder. Either way, Sa'kage was winning.
"Go now! Before I change my mind!"
With that the Sa'kage called upon his Shadow Armor, wrapping the shadows of the prison around himself and vanishing in to them like a wraith. Turning, the male moved almost silently down the hallways and rounded a corner. As he did so he broke in to a run, dashing down the hallway towards a dead end. Altering is course he ran angled at the nearest set of prison cage's and leap upwards. His right foot lashed out, striking against a bar and thrusting him farther upwards and higher and he caught a window ledge almost ten feet off the floor with ease. Pulling himself upwards upon it he balanced there upon the ledge, gripping the rusted bars of that blocked a small window. Nobody would inspect a window this high up, and even if they had they would have inspected the rusting bars. Despite the layers of rust, they where strong and firm, and nobody would be able to get through them. Except the bars where not what Sa'kage concentrated upon. Reaching behind himself, he depressed one of vakrolian spin blades and it fell free in to the palm of his hand. Pressing the central button, the blades extended and the male dropped his shadow armor and went to work chiseling out the rotting mortar of the bricks around the old prison window. After several minutes, with half the mortar gone all the way around the window he pressed the center button and retracted the blades of his thrower and reached around behind himself and reattached the weapon to it's small housing unit.
Taking a deep breath, the male calmed his body and mind so his time would be impeccable. Gripping the bars with both hands he jerked on them once, then twice, then a third time feeling them wriggling just enough. Then he slowly walked his legs up the wall and placed them directly in the middle of the bars, his hands still gripping as he held himself in this strange position. Then he released with his hands and thrust with every ounce of strength he had upon his feet. The male was sent flying backwards, but the loosened bars went crumbling down the outer wall loosened from their ancient holdings. Falling backwards, the male curved his back so when he struck the floor, he rolled instead of just slamming to the stones below him. As he rolled, his hands shoot downwards, palms open and he launched himself upwards again off the floor as he continued in to a mid-air somersault. Culminating the acrobatic display the male landed upon his feet, knees bent slightly to place the hard impact upon his thighs instead of the knee joints, and he stood up straight. Running straight at all the wall, the male leap upwards and placed his right foot against the pall and pushed downwards as his left foot came up to push himself higher. Then his left foot touched the surface of the wall and he pushed downwards again, resulting in the male "running" up the wall. Reaching over his head he grabbed the ledge and let himself dangle for a second.
Taking several deep breaths, the athletic male knew whatever was happening at the front gate was in full swing by now, he slowly bent his back and arched his legs over his head. Sliding them in to the opening where the bars had been, he heaved with his arms and slid them all they way through and out the other side. Now facing down at the floor, he pressed the balls of his feet against the outer wall and pressed to pull his upper torso out of the thin opening. He had to wriggle his shoulder a bit, angling them kitty corner to get them through but he was now on the outside of the wall, dangling on the outside of the prison by his fingers on the window ledge. Kicking off just slightly, he let go and dropped lithely to the ground away from the window that had fallen ahead of himself. Turning he then walked away from the prisoner and in to the town. Stopping just one place to pick up the weapons from the place he had been staying, the male then went to the spaceport and boarded his ship. With a barking order, the astromech droid lifted them off and flew the craft halfway around the planet, then blasted out towards space, activating the cloaking device upon the ship as soon as they had left the atmosphere. With only three day's pay, the male know only as Sa'kage Zander left the planet behind and the red skinned "Lord" after helping him to break the unknown woman free of prison. If one attempted to find the male, they would learn soon that "Zander" was a false last name and there where no records of this "Sa'kage" to be found.
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Post by Chloro on Mar 28, 2014 3:35:41 GMT -8
Chloro could see Vyzlor mentally sharpening his knives as stared daggers at the mercenary for being inappropriately realistic. She muffled a giggle. An Empire as large as his ambition. She discreetly moved out of Vyzlor's line-of-sight and held one of the bars as she laughed silently, shaking uncontrollably.
"Yes, MY LORD!"
Her knees went weak. And All Hail Britannia! Chloro's perverted sense of decorum had her vocal cords on lockdown. Tears of sulphur appeared in the corner of her eyes. But she was able to straighten up as Vyzlor walked past her and compose herself into something a little more appropriate. Glee with Hayfever. But Vyzlor didn't seem to notice. She tried to sputter out her own "My Lord" but choked instead. Curse you Rent-A-Knight.
"Right you are, guv'ner."
He'd need to be happy with that. He was moving surprisingly fast for a man that looked quite so frail. Chloro shuffled as fast as she could with her organic metal boots. Stopped at the false wall, she didn't need to say it, but she was with Vyzlor on this one. Having an overdeveloped sense of smell made it almost impossible for her come even near it. She swooned and neon spots clouded her vision. Two, she'd likely drown because of her concrete boots. She grinned at Vyzlor as he undid her cuffs.
"Nah, I've just got my hands..."
She eyed the wall and the supports. She lazily flicked droplets of ichor against the prison wall, in the general direction of the front gate. The duracrete softened enough for her put her fingers into the gash. Her hands bled more ichor and she easily tore a hole through the crumbling masonry. She could smell an angry mass of inmates before she could see them, brandishing all kinds of weapons. They didn't expect them coming through the wall, so they hadn't seen her. Chloro ducked her head back inside.
"After you, your lordship. A crowd awaits you to address them."
Whether he'd recruit them or have her tear them all limb from limb didn't matter. His lordship could do as he pleased. And it pleased Chloro to be let to do what she did best.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 28, 2014 12:07:58 GMT -8
Vyzlor was no stranger to betrayal, even at the height of his power he had been betrayed. The mercenary should have kept the prisoners in the cell block, not have them causing trouble for him near the main gate. However Sa'kage's plan to cause the Sith problems had partially back fired. Most of the inmates knew they had not been set up for their crime, because they had actually committed murder or some other violent crime. This group of inmates was heading straight towards the ate and their own freedom. Those prisoners who had been sent down for a crime they did not commit, the stooges, turned towards the hole in the wall as Vyzlor stepped through.
He watched the violence for a moment, seeing how the guards were fairing, not well. It took a few moments for one of the prisoners to yell "There he is!". Vyzlor moved so Chloro could step through after him and he turned his attention to the group of about thirty inmates charging his way. Clearly the mercenary had been more creative with his deception that simply releasing the inmates in his direction. Vyzlor didn't move as a blaster bolt flew through the air and struck the wall behind him, fired from the charging group. He was not pleased.
His anger flowed from the inner core of his body, his very soul, into his arms and his face contorted into a scowl. He broke out into a cold sweat before he thrust his hands forward then separated them as he thrust them upwards. The result of this action was two fold, the inmates towards the front of the group were thrown backwards and up into the air. Those further into the group were still knocked back but to a lesser extent.
"Lets go!"
The Sith Lord said as the second part of the Force exertion took affect. He was nearly bent double as he hobbled through the broken and unconscious group towards the gates, hoping that Chloro would keep him safe from any other threats. The other inmates were causing a big enough distraction for the pair to walk clear out of the gates and across the road and around the corner to the building where Vyzlor was living.
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Post by Chloro on Mar 29, 2014 8:00:45 GMT -8
Mmmm. His lordship had clearly had no issues in rolling up his sleeves, working up an appetite and punting the little people out of his way. Although, she was a little disappointed. She had seen more... spectacular displays of power. A little more raw elemental power. She caught herself filling out a mental performance feedback sheet.
Has the event accomplished immediate considerations?
Yes
Is the event a model for staff to emulate?
Perhaps
Did the event make you feel on fire?
Definitely
Chloro licked her lips, waiting for something more. She planted her boots and braced, hoping she would be blown off her feet. All she got was the pitter-patter of bodies hitting the tarmac on their way down from the force assisted launch. Vyzlor was doubled over. Was he injured? Chloro scanned the area, instinctively covering him and scooting him out of the wide open. She checked that no one had followed before going to Vyzlor's hideout.
Where was the keys?
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Post by Vongoria on Mar 29, 2014 8:55:28 GMT -8
The yorik-trema dropped from space above the planet down towards the surface of the planet in its atypical manner; like an over sized crate that was falling with style. It landed at what was considered a 'space port' upon this planet as the molleung worms extended. Six of her female warriors moved down the worms and stepped upon the surface of the planet, three lining up upon each side as a sort of honor guard. As Nimarra walked out of her craft she shook her head but had long ago stopped reprimand of the ladies for showing her this level of respect. She also did not like it because it was a infidel custom the girls had adopted. Although she supported integrating with them slightly, she did not support using their military customs.
She however had let this one slid, for no matter how much she asked or reprimanded they always insisted upon performing it. As she left the landing creature she sighed and looked around. Something was wrong upon this planets. Upon almost every other planet there where lots of soldiers and guards there when she landed, the thoughts of the recent war between the Vong and the rest or the galaxy still fresh in everybody's mind. They wanted to make sure she was not there to cause new trouble or resurrect old troubles past. However that was not her purpose upon this planet, or any planet she visited. She was here for what was rumored to live in the swamps of this planet. She was looking for swamp wampas. She wanted to catch several of them before heading over to the Hoth System and catching several of the more commonly known ice wampas to compare the teo creatures side by side. However she needed somebody who knew this planet as well as would be...supportive of her goals. Perhaps even let her establish a small base of operations here upon the planet.
She gestured at her Vongalites and they quickly left the deserted space ported and moved in to the run down city. Moving through the city the place seemed almost deserted, and the few people whom they saw all seemed to he making with haste in a certain direction. Commanding her Vongalites to prepare for combat they all held their chitin carbines at the ready, Nang Hul loaded and ready to be fired upon anybody or thing that seemed interested in attacking them. Following the random people she noticed a large stone like structure down a street that seemed to have quite a few people moving around and congregating at the building. She watched as two people seemed to move away from the structure, one seemingly injured.
With a silent physical command, she ordered her warriors to move forward and surround the two at strategic intervals to provide them with both covering fire as well as if the need be to fire upon them and kill them. She personal approached the two beings, one appearing as a human like female and the other a red skinned male of an as yet unidentified race. She called out to them, unarmed (at least she looked unarmed) except for the amphistaff she held in her hand and the four pouches upon her side (which held her four blorash jellies).
"Greetings! I was wondering if perhaps you two could help me. I am looking for the person in charge of this place to ask their permission to hunt upon the planet. However there seems to be nobody on charge and some sort of ruckus...commotion happening towards that building. If you would be so kind as to tell me what is happening I would be greatly appreciative."
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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 29, 2014 12:34:36 GMT -8
The Sith Lord leaned against the wall near the door to his building, recovering his energy. His exertion had been great and sudden but his recovery would also be swift and soon he would be back to normal. For now he leaned and rested and observed a strange sight approach from towards the spaceport. Seven figures, six of which appeared armed, approached and fanned out to take what appeared to be defensive positions around Vyzlor and Chloro. The leader approached them and asked about the planetary leader, the prison riot and for their assistance in hunting something or other. Vyzlor hardly heard a thing, he was concentrating on his Force Sense and it was getting nothing from these newcomers, nothing at all. The Sith had never encountered a single being in his long life that he could not sense, this worried him, perhaps it was his recovery.
He disliked showing weakness and he stood up straight and stepped away from the wall a few seconds before he should have. He looked the Yuuzhan Vong straight in the eyes, looking for a more visual clue as to her motives. He then glanced around at her subordinates, they were all female. Perhaps a custom in their species.
"My dear, there is no-one currently in charge of the planet so hunt to your hearts content. The 'ruckus' as you put it, over there is a prison riot and if you'd excuse me, I must be getting on with my business, happy hunting!"
Vyzlor spoke with a slightly condescending tone that increased towards the end of what he was saying. By now he had almost fully recovered and was standing straight. After he stopped speaking he made a gesture for Chloro to follow and he entered the building. The turbolift ride was quick and soon he was in his modest accommodation.
"Find out all you can about that prison guard and where he is staying on the planet. That terminal there has the prisons database on. Oh and by there way, what is your real name? I gather the one you were held under in the prison was fake!"
The Sith sat down in a large chair and clasped his hands together over his lap. His brow furrowed as he thought about the event that transpired. Not all were according to his plan and that worried him slightly. He used to be able to predict every possible outcome to a scenario and plan contingency plans for them. He must regain his former power, the prolonged hibernation was still wearing him down.
"Also see if there is a halfway decent doctor on the planet that has experience with hibernation sickness."
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Post by Chloro on Mar 30, 2014 21:14:57 GMT -8
Tact, for a fact, was a lackin' in Emperor Redskin. That and stamina. A little prison break cardio too much for him? She was going to try her gym trainer routine on him when he made an abrupt recovery and was able to continue. Chloro looked at the Yuuzhan Vong guards, smiled, shrugged helplessly and waved goodbye. She had always been fond of the them. They had some pretty neat tech, abilities and an insane ability to take punches. She was sure that he was having more fun than her. But since when did anyone ask to do anything when you had the guns?
Back at the apartment, Chloro nodded as Vyzlor rattled off orders. Information gathering was something that she was pretty adept at. But as for her name, she wasn't sure that she knew the answer to that one herself. She was who she was. Chloro was as much her job description as much as it was her name."Chloro, y'ur lordship."But then he was thinking about other things already. Another item on the list to do. She saluted and went to the terminal.
Later...
A bewildered doctor, fitted with an explosive collar, arrived with Chloro. The prognosis was dire. It would take months to recover, during which time he would need to rest, do some light exercises (ideally Kegel exercises) and lots of fluids. There was a beat. Chloro wrapped her hands easily around his head and exerted enough pressure to make his eyes bulge."Could we have him up and going in a week?"Chloro knew how a scalp massage jogged people's memory. Yes, there was a drug. Pretty rare grow serums, but those were all military grade. Jedi's had some techniques they used to go into hibernation and wake from it again. Either way, it could be months or high risks.
Even so, Chloro still had to get information about the shiny guard who tried to shaft them. Personally, she knew bleeding hearts always came back if they were doing their job right. But orders were our-derz.
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Post by Vongoria on Mar 31, 2014 12:31:10 GMT -8
The female Yuuzhan Vong watched the crippled small red skinned male slowly fill as if from an unseen force. So the male was a user of that...thing was he? It didn't bother her really that he was a practitioner, just that she still was always curious why her entire species seemed unable to touch that intangible thing these beings knew as 'The Force'. However she also knew that her entire race wasn't just outside of their concept of this ultimate power, but they where typically immune to it and only barely affected by the things that did affect them. However these beings able to channel this mystical power where always a threat and needed to be watched carefully as any decent warrior should be.
As she was rapidly dismissed by the red skinned warrior her eyes fell upon the small female beside him, taking her in. She looked nothing more then human...but those eyes of hers. They where cold, emotionless almost, like the eyes of the most elite Vong commanders. Something was unusual about the female, and being a scientist even more then a warrior she was instantly intrigued and curious. However she seemed unlikely to get answers as the male quickly moved away, commanding the female like a servant as he moved. However Nimarra had gotten the answers she wanted. Nobody was apparently in charge, a riot was going on at the prison, and she could hunt freely. Vongoria didn't much relish the idea of hunting upon a planet being over run by criminals and thugs who would attempt to harm her and her warriors. So she quickly made a decision. Stepping back away from the door she called out to her warriors who quickly and with precision, speed, and grace lined up before her.
"Vongalites, it seems we are needed. Prisoners are attempting to escape and need to be round up. Head over towards the large structure and attempt to help whatever guards are left. None lethal actions, ladies. Injuries are...acceptable. Do not put yourselves in harms way. We are not here to get killed over some insignificant infidel prisoners. Go ladies." She smiled, watching as her warriors went about their business using chitin carbines and blorash jellies to help the guards quickly and efficiently recapture and take them back to their prison cells. With in an hour all prisoners, except five whom seemed to have simply vanished, had been recaptured.
During this time, the female opened the door and followed the sounds of voices to a door. Boldly she opened the door and entered the room with the two again and stood there, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and staring at the male.
"I am afraid your answers where unacceptable sir. They where vague, rudely supplied even by," she struggled not to use the commons terminology of infidel, "human standards and I will not accept them. As I have no wish to start a war with anybody by spearing to have invaded their planet, I have sent my warriors to quell your riot that your incompetent guards are unable to as a sign of respect and trust. In return, I need to know whom is in charge or who is going to be in charge so that I will no incite an act of war against my people by accident."
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