Nel Bukk
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Post by Nel Bukk on Jun 30, 2016 6:52:55 GMT -8
Nel quickly rose at the 'command' to walk with Stormro, her steps quick as she followed behind him. The tight corridors, though, had the young Zabrak on edge. Where were they going? What exactly needed tending to now of all times? The lack of crew and the small quarters made her think the place was all but abandoned... Haunted. She mentally shuddered at the idea, the logical side of her mind scolding her for such thoughts. It was just an illusion of her surroundings, nothing more. There was nothing haunted about this place. Then, they came to the sterile space at the end of all those corridors... and this setting unsettled her even more then the cramped space they had just left.
Even though it was more open then the areas they were just in, there was something... eerie about the sterility and the different tanks that lined the wall. Especially that first humanoid they came to that still formed in the tank. She swallowed the disgust that reared its head up, though she couldn't stop the step back she took away from the tank. She listened to the man speak with almost pride regarding the space they were in. Medical facilities if needed, but primarily a lab where things were created... Her eyes snapped to the man. Her thoughts on his projects? The space around Nel was still sinking in, and he wanted her thoughts? Something niggled at the back of her thoughts as her gaze went to the mass of tissue and mechanical parts. Something he had said earlier...
"Replica droids, Master?" It was a guess, a stab in the dark as she remembered his comment about using them to better infiltrate and take over more subtly. Her eyes went back to the pink skinned woman, and her unblinking gaze and she shuddered.
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 10, 2016 8:26:00 GMT -8
Chel entered and watched Zadea head for the drinks, and smiled momentarily, nodding as the woman offered a glass to the room.
I will take a glass, thank you.
Turning to face Ver'metus she nodded in greeting and cautiously made her way to the table, holding Ci close to her as she did so
Thank you for your welcome, i hope I have not made a mess of things with my arrival, Tyrana was most kind to accommodate me in my moment of need
Looking to Aysa, she offered a courteous nod before sitting down in one of the chairs
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Jul 17, 2016 19:01:25 GMT -8
***Ferinus nodded.***
"If you wish for me to delve into your mind and find the source of the problem, I will certainly aid you in the best manner I can. For now, let us indeed be off!!"
***For a moment, Ferinus paused in the doorway after Phantom had left....but she was gone. For now. Ferinus was certain he'd be seeing her again and perhaps sooner rather than later. That was a mystery of its own that would need to be solved. For now, the rest of the members of their team needed their aid. The Sith Lord eyed the room one final time, as if to catch a glimpse of a flowing head of hair or a whisper....but there was none.
As they arrived before the transport, Ferinus turned to Phantom and scoffed.***
"I do not trust heaping metal scraps with my equipment. I shall board it myself and we will be off, brother! Let me know if there are any others who will make landfall with us!"
***Ferinus boarded the transport with his trunk in tow.***
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Aysá
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Post by Aysá on Jul 18, 2016 8:07:54 GMT -8
Aysá managed a polite smile but said nothing. She cared little for children, if at all. In her opinion, they were a hindrance as well as a liability that should be best avoided. The shift in her demeanour would be noted but she didn’t care. Markus, had he been there, would have no doubt made some attempt to escort her from the room but he wasn’t there and she wasn’t moving for anyone.
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Post by Zadea Ordo on Jul 24, 2016 16:14:30 GMT -8
*Zadea shrugs at Aysa and at Ver'metus, grabbing a glass as she quickly pours a Tihaar for Chel, then looks at the bottle, the glasses, then turns away from the glasses, takes a look out the viewport, and raised the bottle to her lips in quite the unladylike fashion as she takes a long swig of the bottle. She smiles as she pulled it from her lips, a surprised look on her face as she realized it was distilled from Mandalore's own Varus fruit. She was impressed, and would have to compliment Phantom on his choice of the velvety aroma it produced. She turns again, not ready to sit down again after being stuck in medbay for far too long. She would have to find her belongings, what she'd woken up in was not near good enough for her taste.*
So. What is it we are to be doing?
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 25, 2016 18:28:13 GMT -8
Raising an eyebrow he gestured to himself, his right eye changing color as he smirked
Heaping metal scraps hm...I'll keep that in mind brother
Turning with a chuckle he took to the cabin inside and sat, the contingent of his personal droids there, two pilot droids and 6 IG-100 Magnaguards, black caped emblazoned with the blue diamond which was Phatnom's personal sigil.
He nodded to the pilot droid who took over the comms relaying information to the other 4 transports which all took off streaking to orbit. Phantom's hand flew to the holotable and called up the scanned areas of the terrain so far. Slowly the planet's mapped area was coming into view, the exploration droids doing wonderful work mapping as they moved further out.
Reaching to the side he took a breathing mask for Ferinus and set it down. It seemed the third hunk of planet they were exploring would have a questionable atmosphere but there would be no chances taken. All he knew about the planet was from the archives and that was barely anything to begin with. Raising his hand, the pilot droids began to fire up the engines and the ramp stayed lowered for Ferinus.
Poking his head out to the side he called out to his brother
Taking your time or just getting old?
His mood seemed to have improved for now, it seemed that getting off the ship and walking about a planet was what he needed. Turning back to the holotable and the discovered and mapped area of the third chunk of planet there would be a few places for now that would work
We have a landing zone secured, good to depart so hurry up
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Post by Chel Garderly on Aug 7, 2016 17:47:20 GMT -8
Chel looked to Aysa and noticed the change in her stature at seeing the child and made a visible shift to switch the arm that she was holding Ci'anne to the one further from the other woman. Nodding politely to Aysa, Chel cleared her throat and looked between her and the other man.
I am Chel Garderly, an associate of Tyrana's and a....
She paused, what was she to Phantom? Surely these people did not need to know the history between herself and the Sith, nor did they need to know right at this moment, the true parentage of the child in her arms. Shaking her head slightly she looked to them
And of Master Phantom's.
Accepting the glass from Zadea with her free hand she sipped silently
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Makhai Winters
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Post by Makhai Winters on Aug 9, 2016 8:07:06 GMT -8
*A tight beam encoded data stream arrived, having been channeled through several subspace relays to the ships in hiding on Anoth. The originating ship was the Immobilizer Cruiser Hand of Fate, the call sign of Makhai's new flagship. The stream provided a detailed mapping out of the Hypori sector and Hypori itself for Lords Stormro and Phantom.*
::Awaiting further construction orders::
*Came an accompanying transmission from the Cruiser.*
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 9, 2016 12:33:10 GMT -8
***Ferinus shook his head, chuckled and trudged up the loading ramp, his trunk floating behind him.***
"You may choose to pervert yourself with those machinations. What a man does with his body is his business. I know the man, not the machine, and it's the man I'm counting on to win the day when the chips are down. Now, whether or not he will...."
***The trunk settled on the ship's floor. Ferinus shot his brother a derisive smirk.***
"....that remains to be seen."
***The hem of his black cloak swirled as he turned on his heel and beelined for the cockpit, settling into a chair and strapping himself in. He slipped on his brown glasses and peered at the controls.***
"I certainly hope you know how to fly this thing. It's been a long time since I've seen the surface of a new planet and I intend to live through the experience. Hell, it might even be enjoyable. I'm ready to go when you are!"
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Aug 9, 2016 12:46:21 GMT -8
*Turning he smirked and nodded to the pilot droids who fired up the transport. Reaching to his side he took a bottle of Ale and a deep swig from it*
Machine, the force, those who have cheated death and more...we are far from normal brother. We have seen more than most ever could. These things....
*Raising his mechanical arm and spun the wrist a full 360 degrees*
Are just a means to an end
*With that they took off, receiving signals from the surface teams that an optimal landing area had been found and secured*
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Aysá
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Post by Aysá on Aug 26, 2016 5:14:30 GMT -8
Aysa glanced to the child in Chel’s arms and felt the knot that had formed in the pit of her stomach tighten. There was no mistaking the resemblance between the mother and her daughter. It made her feel sick. However, the way Chel hesitated before saying Phantom’s name did not go unnoticed and it intimated at something more than a professional relationship. Aysa wasn’t surprised, Chel certainly seemed his type; strikingly beautiful with an air of elegance that did not seem to match the meekness of her voice.
“A pleasure”
There was an air of insincerity to her tone that she didn’t bother to mask.
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Post by Chel Garderly on Aug 30, 2016 18:30:13 GMT -8
Chel did not miss the completely dismissive way that Aysa had spoken to her, yet she merely nodded and sipped on her drink. Knowing that it was best to just wait for someone else to further any conversation. Rocking the child slightly in her arms, she smiled to Zadea.
My dear Zadea, I think that Ci'anne is safe enough if you would care to hold her again?
The woman's gaze held no uncertainty as she looked at her new comrade. Knowing full well that Zadea would protect this small life if it were so threatened.
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Post by Ver'metus on Sept 4, 2016 10:48:53 GMT -8
*Ver'metus sighed deeply, he wondered how long til his apprentice would return, he would like to check on things elsewhere, but with his ship gone he wouldn't be able to check those things til it was returned. His apprentice had better take good care of the ship, or worse then just punishment could be in order. He frowned as he brought his attention back to those in the room. He watched Chel closely for a moment.*
So this was what all the commotion was about?
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Post by Zadea Ordo on Sept 4, 2016 10:51:31 GMT -8
Zadea didn't pay too much attention to the old Anzat, they hadn't had the best history together. She shakes her head slightly, not knowing the answers to his questions, but when asked to hold the baby again, Zadea moved around to take the child off of her hands, still clutching her bottle of Tihaar in the other. She didn't know the other woman, so naturally didn't trust her. Her training with her history made her wary of everyone, especially those she didn't know.*
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Stevan Stormro
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Sept 16, 2016 12:20:00 GMT -8
Nel quickly rose at the 'command' to walk with Stormro, her steps quick as she followed behind him. The tight corridors, though, had the young Zabrak on edge. Where were they going? What exactly needed tending to now of all times? The lack of crew and the small quarters made her think the place was all but abandoned... Haunted. She mentally shuddered at the idea, the logical side of her mind scolding her for such thoughts. It was just an illusion of her surroundings, nothing more. There was nothing haunted about this place. Then, they came to the sterile space at the end of all those corridors... and this setting unsettled her even more then the cramped space they had just left.
Even though it was more open then the areas they were just in, there was something... eerie about the sterility and the different tanks that lined the wall. Especially that first humanoid they came to that still formed in the tank. She swallowed the disgust that reared its head up, though she couldn't stop the step back she took away from the tank. She listened to the man speak with almost pride regarding the space they were in. Medical facilities if needed, but primarily a lab where things were created... Her eyes snapped to the man. Her thoughts on his projects? The space around Nel was still sinking in, and he wanted her thoughts? Something niggled at the back of her thoughts as her gaze went to the mass of tissue and mechanical parts. Something he had said earlier..."Replica droids, Master?" It was a guess, a stab in the dark as she remembered his comment about using them to better infiltrate and take over more subtly. Her eyes went back to the pink skinned woman, and her unblinking gaze and she shuddered.
"You are correct Nel; this is where I have manufactured several replica droids over the years. In fact, Belbe's body was created in one of these tanks, although she already existed before her physical form came into being..." He trailed off for a moment as he finished typing at the console before he stepped to the side and began to type on the console in front of the second, less fully formed replica droid. "This facility is useful, but it does unfortunately lack some rather critical equipment nor is it suited to particularity innovative approaches to such technology. As it is I had to trick the systems into producing chitin rather than the usual organic material which I have used for past designs..." Finishing his work at the second console, Stormro finally turned his gaze back to his apprentice. "There; Belbe ought to be able to finish their production from here. It is time for us to join our compatriots on Anoth. Before we go, however, are there any other questions which you have for me before we rejoin them? Here, away from their prying eyes and the power struggles which are inherent to such gatherings, you are safe to express yourself and ask me whatever you like. That will not be the case on Anoth, at least not until we have private quarters of our own." He looked at her with a pointed gaze, his expression and words leaving no uncertainty to the fact that he expected her to express herself should she have any remaining questions or thoughts at this moment. |
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Nel Bukk
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Post by Nel Bukk on Sept 18, 2016 12:09:58 GMT -8
Nel swallowed as she listened, her eyes on the bodies in the tanks. They weren't really... bodies, technically, were they? An odd sense of curiosity came over her, her feet taking a step closer to the nearest tank. With the initial shock and unease passed, she looked more critically at what was in front of her. They weren't really living, per se, but nonetheless, their structures and what went into making them was fascinating in a visceral sense. A part of her was disturbed by it, but at the same time, this was new. She paused as Stormro gave her the floor so to speak and she turned her dark gaze to him. "Why chitin, Master? And why are we forced to work with idiots? The two other would be apprentices are out of control, unstable. And as I've seen of Ty at least, unreliable. And Phantom's temper... that could easily undo any work we try to accomplish. So... why?"
She'd already said her piece on them before, but to her, these were concerns worth noting, and while she had the privacy to speak her mind, she sought to use it, as she had no idea when she'd be able to talk so freely again with him.
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Stevan Stormro
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 7, 2016 19:44:01 GMT -8
Stormro chuckled internally at her first question, amused that her curiosity had apparently prevailed over her disgust and unease. Once again he was reminded of his younger self, of a former Jedi Knight who found himself drawn to the infinite secrets which hid in the shadows of the galaxy once his eyes had been opened to the treachery of the Jedi Order of old, and memories of an old life threatened to worm their way into his consciousness before he buried them back within the abyss of his mind. That person had died decades ago in a storm of betrayal and lightsabre strikes. This was hardly the first time that the ghosts of his past had escaped from the prison of his mind, and Stormro knew better than to allow them any traction; It had never ended well for him when he had. With the past securely locked away he answered his young apprentice with a smile. "I required chitin because I am creating a replica droid in the form of a Geonosian, to serve as our figurehead on Hypori. I trust that you are familiar with the species, are you not? As for your other question..."
His smile faded slightly as the topic shifted to their comrades. "...we are working with them because they are useful. Each of them, even those such as Phantom and Ferinus, have useful skills and knowledge, some of which I cannot teach you as well as they, Ferinus in particular could show you things in his laboratory that would likely make my facility seem like a Jedi's healing ward in comparison. They will also serve as a reminder of what awaits you should you allow the darkness to rule you; did you know that Ferinus was once a knight of the Jedi Order? The Dark Side is potent and liberating, but if you are not careful it will break you and reforge what remains into little more than a slave. Heed my teachings and you need not ever fear such a fate. As for Tyrana and Makhai, the former's...mercurial nature can be planned and accounted for. She is a wild one, but she would not have likely survived this long without some measure of self-control. Makhai, on the other hand..."
The Nagaian Sith Lord trailed off into thought for a moment, his mind racing as he mulled over the significance of the sudden reappearance of his closest comrade's son. The news of Sarian's patricidal death troubled Stormro, especially in light of the fact that it may very well have been ordered by Ver'metus, and he had to admit that he was not entirely impressed by what he had seen of the young man thus far. However, he was still Sarian and Si'at's progeny and that meant that there may well be potential within the young Sith. Forcing himself away from his thoughts, Stormro finally spoke again. "Makhai may seem wild and arrogant, but he comes from two potent bloodlines and bears a legacy that is worth preserving if his rambunctious nature can be curbed. He is raw and unrefined, but within him lies the potential to be the next generation's Sarian Kofuri or Si'at Winters. I shall be watching him closely, as he represents a wild card that may yet be played to our advantage if his master does not guide him down the path of destruction. Does that answer your questions?"
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Nel Bukk
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Post by Nel Bukk on Nov 12, 2016 6:14:24 GMT -8
Nel stood there, quiet for a moment. Yes, it answered her questions, but she still didn't like it. Still, she needed to learn to trust her Master's judgement. Being left on a planet "alone" for a year had messed with her ability to properly socialize, and she still didn't know much about her own Master, regardless of what he knew of her. She mentally sighed before she nodded. The answers were adequate, but not satisfactory, but she couldn't bring herself to say so. They had things to do, and quickly at that, before this tenuous alliance of sith crumbled around them.
As for the Geonosian replica droid, she was familiar with the race, and it suddenly made a lot more sense why the man in front of her had needed to trick the machine into producing chitin. A part of her wished she was as intelligent as Stormro, but it probably wouldn't be for a long time when that actually came to fruition. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves as best as she was able before she looked to her Master. "I still don't like it, Master. But what choice do we have right now?"
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jan 11, 2017 18:58:49 GMT -8
Chel offered a guarded smile and nodded her head slightly
Yes I am afraid that Lord Phantom was not expecting me this day. I am quite sorry that we chose to come today, but when Tyra called for me, she was only with Lord Phantom and Lord Ferinus. Had we known that there were going to be others joining, I would have waited.
Sipping her drink, Chel looked over her glass at Ver'metus, before leaning forward and setting it on the table and looking between the three in the room and sighed lightly before speaking softly
I do hope you'll forgive my intrusion, i offer my resources to whatever Lord Phantom and your group has been planning as compensation for the disruption. I shall stay out of your way, in fact i do not plan to stay. Mostly i had some small news for Master Phantom, and also I was needing to give Tyra her new clothings from my newest creations.
Chel crossed her legs and gently rested her folded hands in her lap, waiting.
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Aysá
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Post by Aysá on Jan 17, 2017 0:17:39 GMT -8
Aysa nearly laughed out loud resources? Clothing line? What was she going to do, create uniforms for them all? She bit her tongue however and merely rolled her eyes.
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