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Post by Janos Galfridian on Oct 19, 2017 19:13:18 GMT -8
"How about a counter-offer." He said, low enough that only she could hear. "You take care of the cameras, I get my stuff, and I tell you something of value - valuable enough that we can stop wasting each other's time. Because you and I both know I'm going to ghost the second I get a chance." Raising his voice a little louder, he continued on. "Hired? Why, by the Sector Moff of course. He has the run of Mygeeto and so many other worlds under his jurisdiction. He plots against the Supreme Leader, or whatever you guys call your Emperor nowadays."
Janos raised an eyebrow at Sparky, indicating it was her move. She would know, from experience, that Janos was rather resistant to her shocks - and while definitely not immune, that if he got serious, he could hold out against some sincere interrogation and torture for quite some time. More to the point; far more time than they both had at their disposal. He was done with games, and was preparing to dig his heels into the sand for the sake of breaking out. Now was as good as any time, especially with access to the Warden's terminal. But to do it he needed his equipment, and her cooperation.
"Oh, and for the record Sparky...I am enjoying myself."
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Post by Vasari on Oct 19, 2017 19:43:51 GMT -8
Vasari's eyes narrowed upon him as she leaned back her nails still tracing electrifying circles around his chest - she seemed to be considering something, and all the while the build up of energy around her body felt more and more real to even those unable to feel the ebb and flow of the force.She was almost ready...Leaning down against Janos' chest she pressed the full length of her body against his, her lips coming to his neck where she placed a soft kiss right below his jaw line before pressing her fingers into his chest giving him that half seconds warning before her kiss broke into a whisper..."Brace yourself, lover..."Seconds later her lightning was coursing through his body again and the look on her face was one of pure joy but also rage as she raised her voice over the sound of his body literally being fried beneath her fingertips.
"DO NOT LIE TO ME THIEF! DO YOU BELIEVE ME TO BE AS DULL AS THEM!? I AM SITH!!"
She opened up upon him then - where before the shocks had been short and the power behind them simply meant to be a show for the onlookers - but now she poured her anger and her resentment for him leaving her into the Lightning - and her being atop him only made it worse. The Lightning bounced through him - met the grounding of the chair against the durasteel floor and had nowhere to go but back through him a second time and into her. Her body caught within the transfer of Sith energy had only two options - to return the energy back to him again - or to release it into the room.Anyone viewing the two by way of the security cameras would have been in for quite the show, the lightning coursing through the thief's body - coursing through him and the chair before heading back to her - engulfing both of their bodies before her own body seemed to explode with the same force. Lightning bounced from the two of them throughout the room crashing into the desk - the other chair - everywhere before eventually hitting the security devices placed about the room frying after a single shockwave of bolts.
Vasari was grinning as she lay pressed against Janos' chest - still shivering slightly from the electricity running through her body and his - both of them would be leaving a shock with anyone touching them within the next several hours. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, but not for lack of breath - her heartbeat was going wild and finally after a few seconds of stillness she lifted herself up a threatening hand on his throat."We dont have long... speak!"And there she held him not willing to let him leave the chair until she was satisfied with the information he had for her.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Oct 19, 2017 21:13:55 GMT -8
If Vasari was warning him, it was sure to be bad. Sure enough, the room coalesced into cascading light and arcing electricity - and Janos gritting his teeth before briefly losing consciousness. Thankfully, if was only for a few seconds - because the next thing he knew, Vasari had her hand around his throat, and was saying something. Focussing, his mind still blurry, he focused on her words - her lips moving.Leave it to the force-user to think he can just recover like that. "H-how...can I...talk...with your hand...around my throat!" He grated out, hoarsely. Coughing, clearing his throat, he blinked several times, then winced as digital readouts and text scrolled across his vision without warning. Ah, his implants. Typically implants could be de-activated with a neuro-wire, as the Imperials had done - likewise, in the event of ion, emp, or severe electrical attack, the implants shut themselves down and reset. In this case, zapped by an intense electrical charge, the implants prior settings were reset as they tripped back to reset. With a jolt, his mental implant re-activated, and his thoughts whipped themselves to light-speed; nearly instantly, he could feel the sum total of his knowledge at his finger-tips. Everything became clearer, and, with a sigh, he leaned his head back. It wasn't like when the implant got shut off that it all just disappeared - mental implants didn't work like that. Rather the effects slowly wore off over a period of several weeks as the neural reinforcement dissipated. But, with the implant back on - it was only now that he could clearly see how far his processes had deteriorated. Similarly, in the back of his mind, he could feel his accelerated nerve implant - with but a thought he could activate it, slowing down time and increasing his reaction time. He kept the device off most of the time, keying it to activate with adrenaline, or with focussed thought to eliminate strain. Blinking, his vision clear, his thoughts clearer, he eyed Vasari once more."Information. No one hired me; rather it was the vault itself that intrigued me. Plenty of people are looking for a way to crack the Mygeeto vault specifically, though; your typical collection of scheming Imperials and Alliance Intelligence operatives. That's mostly because nobody knows for sure what's in the vault." Janos paused, unhooking the bacta pump from his arm. "But I have it on good authority - authority that I trust - that the contents of the vault is a particularly large Kyber crystal. And most certainly not your garden lightsaber variety - we're talking a hunk of crystal maybe the size of a dune volley-ball. Now, cut correctly, with the right tools and knowledge, that crystal can be used for lasing and amplification; you can power reactors, cities...even a weapon with that. Your First Order already uses smaller crystals to supercharge their turbolasers on command ships. I figure some Moff somewhere has some special plan for it. And that...is all I know." Janos smiled sweetly, gesturing to his possessions strewn about."Now, if you would kindly let me up...?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ghost was initially confused by the Sullastan's behavior - he was here to rescue him, not hurt him. But then he remembered that he was a one-of-a kind droid, and a very imposing one at that. The rifle strapped to his back didn't exactly help his image either. So, running out of time and options, he switched to Sullustan in a deperate attempt to calm the creature down. He grabbed Dutch and spun him towards him, looking straight into his eyes with his cold, nonliving sensor eye."Ah-be-la-zarah-biit-oe-imu-ler'. Ya-kew Janos Galfridian?" Do not worry, I am only here to help. Do you know Janos Galfridian?) "...Jan-os-Teh-dou-meh-meh-ano-teh-lar-te'ill-dou?" (Janos? I know Janos. Why are you here?) Warily, the Sullustan stopped cowering, perhaps finally noticing the guards who had been eliminated just outside his cell. Poking his head out of the cell, he turned to the droid, gesturing for the machine to follow him. If there was one thing Janos had taught him - it was to seize an opportunity. The opportunity was now - and whether Janos was ready or not, they were getting the hell off this rock."Che-teh-teh-meh-ano-lar-Dou-Janos" (Walk and talk droid. You want to help? Help me find Janos.)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2017 3:07:38 GMT -8
Ghost grabbed his arm as another trooper ran around the corner. Firing his sidearm into his head, the troopers lifeless body crumpled to the ground. Another cloud of dust was kicked up by this simple action. He pulled Dutch back into the cell block as a large chunk of spice fell to the ground.
“Listen here, ok? You wanna find Janos? Then you must follow me. I hacked into the secure channel of the base,’so now I am updated to what they are doing. Janos has been let out by a Sith Sorcoress, and they’ve barricaded themselves in the Commanders Office. Now, the fastest way there is through the ventilation system, the way I got through. The system brings air into the mines, and leads straight to the surface.”
With that, Ghost climbed the wall and entered the ventilation, motioning for the Sullustan to follow.
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Post by Vasari on Oct 20, 2017 6:04:22 GMT -8
Vasari hesitated a moment before a bashful look of innocence took her face and she slowly withdrew her hand from around Janos' throat. Her red and black tattooed skin still smoked from the electrocution and the armorweave cloak she wore seemed slightly more singed than usual. With the cameras off she could have gotten up - but truth to tell she had missed the closeness of another living being. Her apprenticeship under the High admiral - if that is even what their association could be called - was tenuous on the best of days. She had been pushed to the brink of her abilities time and again - a fact the she was grateful for now more than ever.Finally able to focus once more the thoughts of such idle desires were cast away and the mind of the zabrak returned once again to the flow of the force, she looked over the thief and could tell simply by looking at him he felt better, but it was the vibe she got from his closed off mind, the feeling that he was operating at a high proficiency than he was moments before - the jolt must have shorted out his implants and they were finally able to reboot. Vasari knew of the implants he had, and knew slightly more about how they worked but technology had always been an after thought for her, falling second to the nature and grandeur of the force.She considered his explanation as she sat there assessing what he was capable of now - and if he would finally present a threat.
"And this crystal... do you have plans for it once you attain it from this vault that is the real reason for your interest?"
She seemed bored as she finally got off of his lap adjusting her cloak and the hood around her shoulders and took a step back towards the desk resting her butt on the edge and leaning back resting a hand on her saber hilt - tapping her fingers against the metalic grip as she eyed the thief as he was now allowed to move about the room to collect his things.Her mind relaxed as she reached out towards the living force - the feeling of the countless peons within the base searching for that one mind she wished to connect with.
Warden... your prisoner is ready to return to his cell.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Oct 20, 2017 16:16:02 GMT -8
"Not as of yet. Though, that could change. Depends on my mood when I see it; any plans I might have will probably entail moving it, and putting it in a mammoth display case, along with the rest of my collection."
Standing, Janos quickly disrobed - shedding the grimy prison uniform. Under the uniform, a great deal of flesh was exposed, though modesty was saved by a pair of thinskin briefs. Revealed, though, and likely familiar to Vasari, were masses of scars; healed over lacerations, blaster burns, and divots from untold injuries. Janos never talked about the wounds, not to anyone. Obviously, though, they hinted at a past life filled with violence. While it was impossible to know, perhaps this too hinted at Janos' current pacifist mentality; he had seen enough of war, and hadn't cared for it.
Quickly pulling on pants, boots, tunic, and cape - he quickly slung the utility belt around his waist, re-adjusted his pistol and weaponry, and fitted his vambraces against his forearms. "...Ah. Much better." He said, suddenly far more at ease. Walking around the desk to the Warden's computer terminal, tools were suddenly in hand - and Janos was quick at work. The laser cutter sheared off the side of the terminal with ease, while micro-point and modulated laser lockpick probed at internal circuitry, selectively energizing circuits; a circuit bypasser rerouted or altogether circumvented nasty sub-routines, and an EMP stylus disrupted particularly troublesome processors and hardware restrictions. A bypass chip or two later, and...
"Done." The terminal chirped, authenticating false credentials - allowing Janos to access the terminal. Used to safes and vaults of far higher-calibre security, a mere terminal was less than nothing. Putting the tools away, Janos left the chips and bypass interrupter in place. A flicker of thought, and Janos activated his reaction implant; combined with his mental processor, the outcome was nothing short of spectacular; his hands a blur, each hand, ambidextrously, began typing in two separate lines of code - the beginning of a two-part slicing program. Not a single stroke was missed, and, with all the time to think in the world, Janos was more than capable of writing the two programs simultaneously, while mulling over his current predicament.
Coming to a stop, his fingers pausing, he tapped a final button, before allowing his program to get to work - infecting the security system through the Warden's own terminal, they would likely have a small window of time, no more than five or ten minutes, to do their work. It would be more than enough. Attacking camera feeds, internal sensors, light systems, enviro-filters, all cell doors and door locks, and more; the programs were designed to cause as much chaos as possible, while released as many prisoners as possible. "You have fun with that."
Standing, Janos stretched briefly, before unholstering his stun gun, flicking the safety off. "Sparky...its been fun. But I bid you good day." And, with that, he made his way toward the door.
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"Ah-teh-eh...Dou."
(I don't like this one bit...but fine.)
Stretching upwards, Dutch hopped on his feet, struggling to climb into the ventilation vent.
"Dou-teh-let'ill-oh-ah-neh-teh-hareh-oh?"
(Uh, you do know the atmosphere is poisonous, right? Unless you have a rebreather for me, I'm going to keel over.)
Idly, Dutch wondered if this was such a good plan. Normally, he just stayed put until Janos came for him. That, or he waited until Janos got him out at a later time - which was usually just a matter of days. Perhaps they should stay in his cell? The sight of the dead trooper outside of his cell made Dutch think otherwise. The last thing he needed was a round of intense interrogation at the hands of an overzealous xenophobic Imperial Officer.
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Post by Vasari on Oct 20, 2017 17:00:17 GMT -8
The force lingered around the outskirts of her consciousness, affecting her senses and her reality just as she extended her consciousness outward upon the minds of those within the base, the warden chief among them. She had given him plenty of time to respond while Janos was readying himself...Leaning back against the warden's desk with her arms casually crossed over her chest she watched the rugged looking thief strip down from his half destroyed and still smoldering prison cloths to retrieve his own clothing - in the same state that it had been in when it was taken from him weeks before. She graced him a very low and mild 'mmm' of approval, her head tilting only slightly taking in the sight of him ~Too skinny~ she thought casually with an idle roll of her eyes.
"You need to stop skipping meals Janos..."
A playful smirk crossed her lips as he flicked his cape back over his shoulders attaching it to his jacket before moving around the table to begin his slicing of the warden's computer. Her eyes lingered on the door for a moment or two before they rolled - only half annoyed but not exactly surprised.The warden was late.Following him around the desk and taking the same casual half lean against the desk as he worked she kept her eyes on him even going so far as to reach out and stroke his cheek with the backs of her tattooed fingers as he worked, knowing that with his enhancements in place once again the action would not even register as a distraction - yet she did it anyways.
"I would take it as a personal favor if you would bring me this crystal... I could think of a thing or two worth doing with it. I know the money doesn't interest you so much as the thrill of stealing it, the allure of an uncrackable safe... would make any girl feel insignificant in comparison."
Vasari gave him a pout as he finished his work and half turned her way - his hand moving to his pistol. With the warden still no where to be seen she knew she needed to stall for time. As the handsome thief turned her way to stretch she moved forward with interest and flung herself into his arms - his pistol not even drawn yet - and wrapping her arms around his neck found his lips and captured them in a searing hot and passion fueled kiss. Her fingers disappeared into that violet hair clawing and pulling gently at his matted and spice filled hair, it didn't bother her she didn't even notice. Her eyes half lidded she leaned against him - her mind relaxing into the force enough to notice him thumb the safety on his pistol - leaning her full weight against him she raised herself up on her toes leading the first kiss into a second, nipping at his bottom lip as she pulled his face down towards hers by the grip she held upon his hair - with the same thought she reached out with the force and flicked the safety on the stun pistol back on. The chances of him noticing the switch was pretty high considering he had his cybernetic enhancement fully functioning again - but a girl could dream. After the second kiss faded away she exhaled leaning back down onto her feet with that same pout on her lips.
"Be safe out there Janos... they'll be gunnin' for ya."
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 25, 2017 9:05:00 GMT -8
Purgatory Station - Kessel. Landing Pad 3 Security Substation. Spice Mines.
The troopers escorted the three new arrivals to where Warden Graves and the remaining two troopers now stood. As the group entered, the bulkhead sealed. More to contain the remaining atmosphere within the station than a security measure itself. As the troopers halted and the new arrivals were motioned to stop, Graves spoke up.
"Welcome to Purgatory. I am Warden Graves, overseer of the First Order's operations here. While you were not on the docket for today's listed arrivals, I have been led to believe you are here for a prisoner transfer. Perhaps you could enlighten me as to who requested this transfer and why it wasn't listed..?"
Graves wasn't taking any chances. His instincts were telling him everything was slightly amiss here. But he had his orders from the top. And he knew that unscheduled prisoner transfers usually meant private slavers were interested in a few for whatever they required. Cheap, expendable. These prisoners were nothing important. Save for a few of the more interesting prisoners, held here specifically at High Admiral Savage's request, most of the high value prisoners were kept at a supermax prison, more fortified and guarded than this place. Regardless of the matter of why they were here, he needed to get the underway and resolve the situation with Mr. Galfridian soon, lest he be at the mercy of the High Admiral...
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Oct 25, 2017 9:57:54 GMT -8
Fel looked from Graves to the assembled troopers, before a wracking cough overtook his slight frame, doubling him over. The cough worsened, rattling around in his chest like he might break in two. One of the troopers backed up a pace, but Fel held up a hand, as if to say -- no, it's ok. I'm ok. Finally, the cough subsided, and Fel wiped the short thread of blood away from his mouth. He took a long, rasping breath, before smiling, showing bloody teeth. When he spoke, his voice was ragged for the first few words, like a man gargling with glass. Sorry about that, Warden. The air here doesn't do me any favours. he clears his throat I imagine the transfer wasn't on your log because your employer doesn't prefer to publicly acknowledge working with my employer. Voras the Hutt put out a call for... he pauses for dramatic effect volunteers... ten, skilled volunteers, to be delivered to an as-yet undisclosed destination. These ten had to be well-versed in the type of operation you have going on here, if you know what I mean, Warden. So, I was contracted, and put out the call to Srecko Knezevic, who in turn was in touch with Our mutual acquaintance at the head of Juvex Industries, who sees to it he knows much of what goes on hereabouts. See -- I wanted to make sure there were no ruffled feathers.
He smiled once more, looking at their current surroundings. So, May I see the merchandise, Warden? Fresh specimens only, mind you. Voras only wants those with a long shelf-life.
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 25, 2017 13:15:25 GMT -8
Purgatory Station - Kessel. Landing Pad 3 Security Substation - Spice Mines.
As the seasoned looking spacer managed through his coughing fit, Graves listened to what he had to say. Voras the Hutt? Srecko Knezevic? These names were, unfortunately, not foreign to him. Knezevic was an interesting individual to deal with, even if it was only through his lackeys. As for Voras? He was a Hutt. They all tended to work the same way. Always wanting their grubby fingers in as many illicit dealings as they could manage. When organized, a formidable criminal faction, though individually, they weren't nearly as threatening as they liked to think. As he listened, a voice echoed within his head. An unpleasant sensation washed over him. While trained, to a degree, to resist mental persuasion and manipulation, Graves was certainly not immune to someone speaking to him. Though it made the Warden uncomfortable. Which was a feat in and of itself. Considering his current employ, not much made him uncomfortable. Knowing he had the opportunity to resolve the issue with Galfridian and Nightshade, he quickly answered the team.
"The Sergeant will see you to processing. I will have a representative of mine arriving shortly. I will have him meet you there. I have more pressing matters to attend to. I will send word to processing and have them collect the ten most able-bodied prisoners for your inspection. If and when they pass your inspection, I will return to see the transfer personally."
Shifting his focus from Fel to the Sergeant, he issued his orders.
"Sergeant, escort them to processing and await the arrival of our contact, Mr. Saris. Once the inspection is complete and the prisoners have been selected, send word and I will have them processed for transfer."
The Stormtrooper Sergeant, standing off to Fel's right, nodded in acknowledgement.
Casting one last look at the group, Graves nodded in approval and motioned for his escort to move out. As he left the substation and made his way back to his office, he signaled the team of Riot Control Troopers.
"It would seem out rebellious prisoner and the Sith have concluded their business. Meet me at my office to secure the prisoner and the Sith.
With Graves heading back, the Sergeant motioned to the door on Fel's left.
Through there.
Jerking his helmeted head to his companion, the trooper began moving to the door, opening it. Once open, the Sergeant motioned for the group to move through. Within five minutes, they'd be down the corridor to the security checkpoint...
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Oct 25, 2017 14:52:34 GMT -8
"When are they not?" Flashing a smile, he pointedly thumbed the safety on his pistol back off. "You should take care of yourself. They won't be happy with you."
And with that, he was stepping through the door, making his way down the hallway. At his side, he hit a small discreet button on his left vambrace - and almost imperceptibly the hair on his skin stood straight up. Invisibly, a skintight electromagnetic sheath had been generated around him, produced by the No-Show in his vambrace. The device worked to scramble and mask the vast majority of energy emissions from his person - rendering him virtually invisible to active and passive scans from sensors and scanners. Further, the device masked his thermal and infrared signatures, while completely silencing all sound emanating from his person. While the device couldn't visually conceal him like a personal cloaking field, it wasn't a poor substitute - and would afford him a degree of stealth as he moved about the station. Inverting his cloak, he drew the cloak's hood up over his head, allowing the shadowsilk to soak in the light, and turn him into a moving shadow.
Any second now, his collective slicing would take effect; and he intended to capitalize on the chaos that would ensue.
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Post by Vasari on Oct 25, 2017 15:30:09 GMT -8
Vasari exhaled as he pulled away from her without a word and without a care.Just like always that thieving scumbag... the thoughts ran through her mind for a few moments and she used that pain and that anger it built up in her to fuel her for what was to come. Her mind was sinking keeper and deeper into the force as she moved back to the desk and slipped up onto the hard finish.Crossing her legs and lowering her hands onto her knees she closed her eyes. Her hood raised itself through the subtle machinations of the force and situated itself back on her head once again shadowing her face and all of her features save for the horns exposed through the slits in the top of the hood designed to prevent them from tearing at the armorweave fabric.She then began to split her mind into different parts, sinking herself into the sea of the living force around her. She could feel the heartbeats of the men coming for them, and she could still make out the fading heartbeat - that she tricked herself into believing was beating a little faster than normal just for her - into the corridors of the Command Center.
The threads of her mind worked with the current of the force like a spiders web, moving apart but lashing to one another to form a connection with the living force that was able to manipulate the minds of those around her. She had learned much since her days in the Academy on Iridonia, when she had first used the Qâzoi Kyantuska to defend herself, and again to test to limits of her new found understanding. She still was not powerful enough in the practice to perform the feat she was about to undertake and still function in combat, and so she shrouded herself in the force, and Shadowed her body from the perception of the mortal eye. Lowering her heartbeat and her breathing so low she nearly slipped into a coma and gave her all to the Living Force around her.
Touching the minds of the troopers directed towards her, the building around her, even the team sent to extract Janos - everything became more clear to her as visions of the near future began to play through her mind. The visions were a distraction - she had learned and so she did her best to set aside that part of her mind and move forward. The Tricks Janos played with the First Order Systems would soon go into effect, and they would need a cover to see past them, and so she spun her web of control....
::Proximity Alert - inbound hostiles - numerous in number - Spiders! Spice Spiders hundreds of them inbound!::
The spiders seen barreling towards the First Order station did not even let up as they smashed their way into the walls of the buildings - anyone watching the spiders would see the durasteel walls being ripped and torn apart by the arms of larger than normal energy spiders. They seemed off, more powerful, larger, and to look upon them would spread fear through the mortal mind... Moments after the Proximity alert the Spiders seemed to be everywhere. Within shut off corridors with no methods of entry - within rooms they had not been in a half moment before - different places and each would appear different to the eyes that looked upon them.Only the most astute mind, with the most rigorous training would recognize the spiders for what they were - but even then... if a moment of doubt lingered within their minds they would be perceived as real. And for the weak minded - the spiders already believed as real would be lethal. The body cannot live without the mind, and Vasari was attacking the minds of every living being within the compound - Janos and his team included.
"Not this day... Not this day..."
The words past from Vasari's lips as she sat in her meditative trans shielded from the world - all left of her presence would be a lingering green mist flanked by two large spice spiders lingering within the room... the last guards her mind set in place against intrusion both through the force, and within the physical world.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Oct 25, 2017 18:13:25 GMT -8
*Ellie followed Fel and the escort into the facility. She had to admit, the security was a little tighter than she had expected. Her attention turned to Fel when he started his coughing fit. Great, he'd better not die on us, was the only thing that crossed her mind. She needn't have worried because the story he spun, or was it actually fact, she didn't know, but it sounded more than convincing to her. Whatever it may have been, it sure seemed to put the Warden on edge. However, his words of another Sith in the building put her on alert.*
*She watched the Warden out of the corner of her eye as he left and they were lead deeper into the facility. As they moved deeper, a strange feeling began to creep it's way down Ellies neck. Like a dark tendril snaking up her spine. Her pace slowed as she focused a small amount of her force abilities to probe the feeling. The search didn't take long for her to feel the cold touch of the dark side. Sucking in a breath of air, she centered herself and braced for what may come.*
*The wait wasn't long as the sound of alarms filled the building. What caught her off guard was the attacker itself, or attackers in this case. Spice spiders? That didn't make sense, if there were hundreds of them she should have at least felt something and she didn't remember them being force sensitive last time she checked. Without warning several dozen came charging around a corner right at the panicked troopers. Something defiantly wasn't right, she could see the spiders, but she could also see through the spiders, which meant. Despite her instincts to fight Ellie closed her eyes and focused her mind. Finding her calm and centering herself, she pushed away all the sounds and feelings rushing in the force at the moment. Letting out a slow breath, she opened her eyes to a hallway free of spiders. Instead it was now filled with people fighting imaginary spiders. She turned to Fel and grabbed him by the shoulders. Focusing her mind, she pushed forward and aurora of calm into him and spoke as calmly as posdible.* "Fell. The spiders aren't real. They can't hurt you. Somebody is using the force to make us see these things. You have to listen to me."
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Oct 26, 2017 5:34:41 GMT -8
Fel heard the commotion. Saw the troopers react. He quickly cast his gaze about the chamber, saw nothing yet, but could hear it coming. Heard the first reports of blaster fire. He tensed, and his hand went for the butt of his DL-22, its familiarity comforting. Its capabilities, likewise a good reminder that all would be well. But then he saw the first spider, entering the room from his right, closer to Melia. He'd heard tales of the creatures. Shy, withdrawn, typically sensitive to light... and about the size of a man. This was... huge. and aggressive. And scary as the fireblasted sithspit itself. His hand raised, involuntarily, to defend himself, as he took a pace back from the creature, bracing himself for the fight ahead. Melia's blaster fired, again, and again, and again. And then two things happened simultaneously. A calm washed over him, and time slowed, as if he were capable of watching himself act, detached and separate. And he heard Ellie's voice. It too, was calm, serene. Fel. The spiders aren't real. His gun-hand wavered, finger tight on the trigger, cold sweat running down his spine. It made no sense to not fire. The spider was closing on Melia. She needed help. He should divert its attention... anger it... maybe one in the mouth, or at a joint in one of the legs. Was his aim good enough? What if it didn't stop the thing... They can't hurt you. Somebody is using the force to make us see these things. He watched, frozen by indecision and panic, as Melia's blaster bolts fired over and over. Watched the thing reaching for her, painfully close. Watched her blaster bolts hitting the wall, through the creature. Watched her blaster bolts HITTING THE WALL, THROUGH THE CREATURE. You have to listen to me. His gun hand dropped, and his panic and fear was replaced by something else. It could have been rage, or frustration at having been duped...
Mel -- Run! Fall back to the ship! GO, Soldier!
She listened. She heard him. Some part of her was hard-wired to respond to commands. And though she didn't stop firing, she backed out the way she had come, and ran for the D5. When Fel turned back to Ellie, the spiders were gone.
Let's get what we came for.
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 26, 2017 6:02:26 GMT -8
Purgatory Station - Kessel.
Chaos erupted throughout the base. The hacked terminal from the Warden's office causing systems to operate out of the norm. Cells opened and closed automatically. Whole sections of the base lost power or atmosphere, then returned to normal. Fluctuations rippled throughout the base. And then came the spiders. Normally found in the darkest recesses of the Spice Mines, they had appeared within the base very suddenly. The troopers with Fel and company took up defensive positions within the corridor and began firing. The Warden, however, knew something was amiss. While his escorts were firing at the spiders, the Warden was running through how this many would have managed to breach the station without being detected. And not to mention, it was uncharacteristic of the spiders to leave the mines. Something didn't add up. As he watched the scene unfold, he noticed several shots passing through the spiders, impacting the wall behind them. And that's when it dawned on him. It was an illusion. It had to be the Sith Sorceress' doing. Opening the station wide frequency, he called out to the entire station.
"This is the Warden! The spiders are not real! All troopers focus on containing the prisoners. Security, move on my office now! Get this station back under control!"
While blaster shots could still be heard, along with the occasional panicked shout, the sounds of fighting seemed to lessen. As the Warden rounded the corner, he saw the team of Riot Control Troopers heading for his office. Catching up to them, the approached the warden's office.
"Breach and Clear! Go!
The door was blown open as the Riot Troopers poured in, shields and batons at the ready...
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Oct 26, 2017 12:48:06 GMT -8
*Ellie let out a breath of relief when Fel came to. She was glad that he came to,
also that she was even able to reach him. Finding peace was not an easy thing to do for her let alone use it to calm someone else. As Mel left the room Ellie gave a nod at Fels statement.* "The sooner the better."
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Post by Vasari on Oct 26, 2017 14:38:15 GMT -8
Vasari's illusions continued to run rampant through the Compound, with the order and warning from their Warden the more disciplined soldiers recovered from the lingering effects of the Qâzoi Kyantuska, but the weaker willed, or those too panicked to have heard the warning through the mayhem of blaster fire and death screams quickly fell to the dangerous illusions that ripped their way through the soldiers minds, but as more and more of the Warden's men regained control of themselves and their minds they would soon begin to regain control of the facility and soon enough the prisoners would be rounded up and back within their cells and they would have regained control of the Facility.
Within the Warden's office Vasari felt the lingering affects of the Jedi battling her hold on the illusions, Vasari felt her control over the Jedi's mind break and then the Jedi was invisible to her - as her mind was quite focused on maintaining the illusion for the rest of the base. The presence of a Jedi had given her an Idea, and within a moments consideration she dropped the barrier of illusion upon her - refocused her mind - something else had pricked upon her consciousness, and the web of her thought rippled by the intrusion of another mind - the warden had also shrugged off her illusions. ~That man... annoys me.~ the thought passed through her mind as her lips twinged slightly in frustration. The wardens distrust for her had already been solidified, which is what was going to make this next trick particularly satisfying... Dropping her hold on the basewide illusion she focused on only the minds of the men outside the room, specifically the wardens, and maintained only the illusions within her own room...
Her hands outstretched she erected a defensive barrier around her body with the force and within moments the spiders turned against her the illusions now one hundred fold more powerful than before began pounding upon the defensive barrier, harder and harder as she turned one half of her mind against the other... She felt the team outside the office and heard the breach command given - they were hear for her... as an afterthought she added another layer to the Illusion... a large hole - enough to allow the spiders entry to the room appeared behind the desk only moments before the breach. The doors opened and the soldiers poured in to witness the Sith Sorceress fending off the attack of two larger than normal and more realistic spiders... several cuts had rent her robes and blood was pooled upon the desk - a product of the cut to her side - large enough to be from one of the spider's pincers. She did not react to the breaching soldiers, nor call out for assistance, simply dedicated her mind to the defensive barrier she had erected around her body - her saberstaff well out of reach...
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Galdaart Fel
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Oct 27, 2017 5:31:38 GMT -8
Fel wasted no time. Exiting through the same passageway that the "spider" had approached Melia, Fel walked quickly and casually. There was no getting around it -- at some point this was going to get messy. And that part didn't bother him, so much. It was the getting out of here, once the place was locked down again. That concerned him more than a little. He stepped over a guard, writhing on the ground, foam coming from his mouth. Two prisoners ran past him. The first, a Sullustan, Fel barely looked at. The second, a human male, wore a cap. Fel caught him, pinned him against the wall with a forearm across his throat, and tore off the hat. Mostly bald, a fringe of grey remained. Fel let him on his way. No words.
Round another corner and the duo came to the first cells, their doors open. Aliens in the first two, the third empty. Brunette female in the fourth. Fel wasted no time, and did not pause. A soldier tore around the corner ahead of them, and Fel's pistol was in his hand, ready. But the trooper stumbled and fell at his feet, clutching at his neck as if being devoured from the inside out.
Fireblast... the spacer cursed. Where is this some-bitch? More cells, more empty. Those that were filled, certainly did not contain anyone with purple hair. And deeper they went. Fel heard the Stormies before he saw them, and plucked his DL-22 from its sheath before they rounded the corner. These were not affected. These marched. There was a small trail of prisoners behind them, no doubt being rounded up for reintegration. Fel summarily shot the first trooper in the throat, and the second three times in the chest, before their weapons were even up.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Oct 27, 2017 6:12:36 GMT -8
Erpon arrived at Purgatory Station just as the fecal matter hit the oscillator. Klaxons blared, red warning lights flashed the faint traces of blaster fire could be heard. The Barabel could practically taste the fear and panic in the air. Not that it concerned him too much. He had his orders. Get to processing and assist with a prisoner transfer. Which is exactly what he intended to do. Walking in the front doors, which were now unguarded, Erpon clicked his tongue and hissed quietly to himself. Something was wrong. He readied his rifle and pressed forward. As he made his way into the base, two prisoners came bolting forward. Without hesitation, Erpon fired two rounds, dropping them both. Ejecting the spent mag, he slid a fresh one home. Yanking the charging lever, he chambered a fresh round and continued on. Stormtroopers were busily firing at nothing, shouting back and forth at each other. Others were already on the ground, spasming as if they were being attacked. This didn't sit well with him. Was it a biological hazard? No, he would have been able to smell that. It had to be something else. Power flickered in several parts of the base as he made his way through to Processing. The darkness never bothered him. He was accustomed to hunting in the dark. He moved silently and swiftly through the base. After a solid ten minutes of not encountering anyone or anything, he rounded a corner just in time to see a man gun down two Stormtroopers escorting a small band of prisoners. Undoubtedly they had been rounded up and were being taken back to their cells. Ignoring the prisoners for the time being, Erpon leveled his rifle at the man, aiming at the left side of his chest. Stepping out from the shadows, the Barabel hissed and spoke. His voice raspy and hoarse sounding.
"You hunt for prisoners, yes? Tell me, what has happened here?"
As Erpon cautiously made his way forward, he noticed the female dressed in Mandalorian armor. A tough opponent, if one didn't know how to hunt them. But Erpon had experience in that regard. Though something was off about her. The way she moved, the way she smelled. All of it was off, as if she was hiding something. And he intended to find out exactly what it was, provided these people didn't give him reason to kill them.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Oct 27, 2017 7:39:02 GMT -8
Fel paused momentarily, sweat running down his brow, as the first Trooper, the man he had shot in the neck, spasmed on the ground. Fel put two more in his chest. One either side of the sternum. Just to be sure. He looked at the remaining two troopers that were standing, hands on blasters, with both Ellie and this newcomer ready to chill any of them. They were smarter than the average Stormies, and didn't immediately make any moves. Fel's eyes passed over the three prisoners they were escorting. There was only one human amongst them. A blonde, hair buzzed short. He jerked his head to the side in a short, quick motion as if to say 'out.' to the Stormies Go. Leave the blasters. to the Barabel, which he tossed over his shoulder, not turning to face the man, but sheathing his pistol for the moment, peering around the corner down the connecting hallway in preparation. He stooped, and picked up one of the E-11D carbines, slinging it over his off-hand shoulder. I hunt for a prisoner, yes. There's someone causing a diversion here. Someone we don't want to cross paths with. Fel shrugged the T-21 off his shoulder, and cradled it under an arm, still looking into the flickering light of the next hall. I'm going to keep moving... 'less you got reason to stop me...
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