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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 15:25:08 GMT -8
*Cloud City was an outpost and a tibanna gas mining colony above the planet Bespin, named as such because it was perpetually surrounded by giant clouds. The city floated 60,000 kilometers above the core of the gas giant. It contained a large and famous luxury resort district on its upper levels, complete with hotels and casinos.*
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Post by Cruor on May 7, 2013 9:16:29 GMT -8
First post. A hell of a thing. At least, it would be if our intrepid Sith was into that kind of thing. Which....He isnt. He stood on a perch once reserved for a large man. A Dark Man. A Man he once called Master. That was years ago. It was in this very city where he fought A Barabel who now goes by the name Dragus and wears a different face. It was in this city that he fought the Hoard. It was in this City that he grew bored. Yet, here he was again. A new call to Arms. Or something. Something that sounds like a grand idea for being here, in Cloud City once more.
His perch was a roof top. A rounded, semi flat roof top. He held to an antenna, feet planted, stuck there by the Force. His hood was up, snapping in the wind. He stood calmly, looking out over the tops of the floating City, and looking down into the clouded Depths of Bespin itself. He was looking for something, or someone. He just had no idea yet who, or what, that was. Little did he know that it would change the course of his life.......FOREVER!! *Dun dun DUUUUN*
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Post by Kairos on May 7, 2013 13:42:03 GMT -8
The wind howled insanely around the hooded figure, attempting to tear him off his perch and feed him into the tumultuous storms raging far below in the gas giants core. Antenna, similar to the one to which the robed form clung, sprang up all over the domed roof, like the spikes of some giant hedgehog. The diffuse light struggled to cleanly depict the scene, seeming to waver as if forced hither and thither by the raging elements. It grew darker. Oppressive. The air grew heavy and sluggish, the wind slowed and became a heavy sigh of exasperation.
To the figure glued to the roof the change in the elements was accompanied by a change in the Force, felt all too keenly. Suddenly the man was not alone. Another shadowy form perched opposite him, seemingly clinging to an antenna in the same position. This form, robed and hooded too, mirrored the first being exactly. It was only if one looked closer one would see that this being was no affected by the wind. It did not sway this way and that, buffeted by the wind. The hem of the cloak did not flap madly with the jostling of the raucous air currents. It did not need to cling tightly to the antenna by which it had materialized, like its counterpart.
You pick an awkward place to sit and await the end of the world.
The voice drifted across star systems, a dry whisper carried on the tendrils of the Force, volume lost on the breeze immediately while meaning and intent lingers on the taste buds of understanding. An amber gaze turned to peer out from the shadowed depths of the hood, burning with the venom of the darkside.
What is it you seek here?
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Post by Cruor on May 8, 2013 6:39:34 GMT -8
<<Good thing I am standing then>>
He kept his gaze out over the city, turning his head only slightly to address the apparition 'standing' beside him. He arched an eyebrow silently, eyeing the shadowy figure, the wind continually buffeting him.
"I seek.....meaning I suppose. This is where I cut my teeth. Perhaps I seek a link to my Masters old faction. "
He opted to speak instead project his own voice through the ether. His was a low voice. Quiet, sounding like oil on water, slick, slimy, his eyes glowing orange in the dim light
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Post by Kairos on May 8, 2013 14:30:00 GMT -8
There was a snarling his and the Force reverberated with white-hot anger. The shadowy apparition seemed to waver as the hatred bubbled forth, spilling crimson fire through the telepathic link.
Your former master, Iniquitous, is a traitor. A man of many faces who walks many paths.
The apparitions sense grew introspective, curiously pondering.
It is ironic that he was know as our Faceless Lord, is it not? That one with so many masks could claim to have none, eh?
Neither question prompted a reply yet the words hung i the air anyway. A rhetoric could be answered if the one seeking understanding sought it enough...
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Post by Cruor on May 9, 2013 10:58:36 GMT -8
"My former master is less than nothing. He wears so many faces that he is truly faceless. "
He kept his voice low and quiet, not that anyone could him up here, and no one but he could hear Caed. It was habit, and not one he was going to break any time soon
"Where might I find what is left of Dark Tide? And who, exactly, are you?"
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Post by Kairos on May 10, 2013 2:28:51 GMT -8
To find that which is hidden, simple seek that which was lost
Cryptic? Perhaps. Annoying? Possibly. The words bubbled up from the swirling maelstrom of the darkside, a raging vortex far more troublesome than those that raged in the gas giants heart far below. The riddle was simple for a darksider especially one who had lost his path in life. The path of the Sith was always strife fueled by emotion. Conflict powered by hate. For one lost it was a simple matter of following the rage that dwelt in ones heart.
It matters not who I am, nor that you know not what you seek. That you seek me is enough...
The essence of darkness wavered, as if the wind had finally caught purchase on the lucid being of shadow. The evil shroud of malice grew oppressive for a moment before fading entirely, taking the hooded form with it.
Like a lingering breath escaping a dead man one last, mocking line drifted to the man perched on the rooftop...
Seek where you last saw...
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Post by Cruor on May 10, 2013 13:44:28 GMT -8
"Odd fellow"
He muttered under his breath. Where he last saw? What in the ever loving Maw was that supposed to mean? What was it with the Sith these days? No one ever spoke straight forward anymore. He thought a moment, and it came to him in a quiet moment. Kuat. That was the last place he had heard of Dark Tide, so that is where he would go. It made a certain amount of sense, which was amazing considering who he had been talking to. WIth a small smile, he leaped from the building, using the force to guide his decent. As he landed lightly in a group of people, he growled slightly and stood to his oh so intimidating height of 5'6" and disappeared into the crowd.
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Post by The Twins - Slade and Tarak on May 23, 2013 9:48:49 GMT -8
No matter how many X-wings or Stealth-Xs he saw in his life, this one was always noticeable. The thing looked like a pile of crap... Not different from the man who flew it. The man standing in the hangar had a past with the owner of the Stealth-X, and right now it was just another chapter in the story.
The man whose face was hidden behind a black and orange mask, save for his left eye, stood by the ship and waited, his sword strapped to his back and his staff hanging from his belt. He didn't speak, he didn't bother to look around the hangar.
He just waited.
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Post by Cruor on May 23, 2013 10:02:40 GMT -8
The short man walked into the Hanger, his hood still pulled up to cover most of his face. The dull orange glow of his eye and the dark Tattoos on his face were visible in spurts and fits. As he flowed towards his Stealth-X he noted a rather tall man standing beside one of the landing struts. Cruor arched an eyebrow beneath his hood, his right hand drifting quietly to the hilt of his saber on his belt. He did not draw it yet. He would wait and see. Sometimes information was more important than murdering someone for standing too close to someone elses favorite fighter.....
His movements seemed like water. He looked to flow across the floor, his movements like a predator, graceful, dangerous. He walked up to the man standing there and looked up, being an entire foot shorter, and said nothing.
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Post by The Twins - Slade and Tarak on May 23, 2013 10:08:41 GMT -8
About damn time. I've been waiting here for half an hour.
He knew the owner of the Stealth-X as soon as he walked into the hangar. The masked man didn't move, despite the other man's slight, almost unnoticeable, movement for his weapon. Instead, the masked man folded his arms and looked at the shorter man, his one visible eye locking the sight of the short man. He made no motion towards any of his weapons, and if this went the way he planned it to, he wouldn't have to.
You're a very popular person nowadays. There's a 2,000,000 "7 bounty on your head that I've been sent to collect.
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Post by Cruor on May 23, 2013 13:43:35 GMT -8
He continued to look up at the other man, studying the mask and the only available eye......Should he know this man? He didn't really care one way or the other. Today was full of odd happenings. Within the blink of an eye, his saber was ignited and in between the other mans legs, humming ominously centimeters from his dangly bits, the orange blade casting a bright glow on the scene
"Only 2 million? I must be slipping. You have less than 1 minute to convince me not to make you a eunuch."
He shifted his left hand slightly, causing the saber to hum and bounce
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Post by The Twins - Slade and Tarak on May 24, 2013 8:40:05 GMT -8
Is that how you treat your friends?
Slowly, due to the fact that he was very aware of the orange blade between his legs, the masked man reached for a pocket on his belt and pulled out a small stack of credits wrapped in a black cloth. He tossed them to the shorter man.
You know how this works. You piss people off, I take the contract, and give you half the money.
A smile grew underneath the man's mask, wondering if the Rhea-esque man would finally realize who he was.
It never ceases to amaze me how many people are stupid enough to pay 100% up front.
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Post by Cruor on May 29, 2013 11:24:25 GMT -8
He squinted at the man in front of him, and his eyes widened slight;y in surprise. The blade winked out and he caught the creds deftly with his other hand. He bounced it once and it disappeared into his cloak. He stepped back slightly and looked up again
"Thought you were dead."
He began checking over his snub fighter, making sure no one had messed with it
"What do you want?"
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Post by The Twins - Slade and Tarak on Jun 3, 2013 9:41:46 GMT -8
Charming as always, my old friend.
Slade stayed on the ground as Cruor began checking over his ship. There was a simple reason he was here: boredom. There was nothing interesting happening anywhere across the universe, and Slade wanted something to do. Plus, it was always fun to watch Cruor go hunting.
I keep hearing things about some major power players making big moves, one in particular. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
It was painfully obvious which power player Slade was talking about. He just wanted to see if Cruor knew what he meant.
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Post by Cruor on Jun 4, 2013 8:35:21 GMT -8
"Follow me to Kuat and find out. The Mandos are making a push and have unleashed a Holy War. "
HE spoke in his quiet voice, knowing it would carry. Caed, ever the enigmatic bastard, had hinted at the location. Something was going on. It was time to find out what. He was walking lightly across the top of the snubfighter when he suddenly felt like he was punched in the face with a hover car. He went to his knees, his eyes squeezed shut, hands clamped to either side of his head. He screamed then. Loud, long and anguished, his head thrown back, arms held out to either side, fists clenched, eyes boring holes in the 'heavens'. It was like a tsunami of pain slammed him in the everything, the Force screaming out in unholy pain.....He felt the presence in the back of his mind suddenly disappear. A droid wheeling across the hanger bay suddenly crumpled in a squeeling sparking mass of mangled metal. And suddenly, it was over, and he was on all fours, panting, sweat pouring off his face. He sucked in great lungfulls of air....
"My Master......"
THe man had been a traitor, leaving his people behind to chase some ridiculous ideal as a 'Jedi'....And now he was gone.. He knew not who or what had taken the man, but he would find out. And he would be vengence incarnate.....He popped the canopy on the X-wing and leaped into the cockpit.
"It is time to leave. Come or not, the choice is yours."
The top slammed shut and the Assassin began the warm up sequence, the Fighter preparing for launch...
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Post by The Twins - Slade and Tarak on Jun 4, 2013 9:12:13 GMT -8
A Mando Holy War? What is it with the religious nutjobs always having to prove that their god is prettier than the other guy's?
Slade shook his head for a second, glad that he was far too apathetic and intelligent to put his trust in fictional characters... On a fictional RP site...
His thoughts were interrupted by Cruor, who seemed to be having some form of seizure on the top of his ship. Slade tilted his head slightly to the left, waiting to see what exactly the man was doing. After a few moments, Cruor got up, and Slade shook his head.
You... Are weird.
With a shrug, Slade turned and climbed into his own ship. The prospect of fighting the Mandos was an interesting one, but what was even more intriguing was the the question of why they were going to Kuat. If history was any lesson, then some major power players were indeed up to something.
He started up his ship, prepping for takeoff as he waited to follow Cruor's lead.
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Post by Cruor on Jun 7, 2013 7:03:35 GMT -8
Cruor left the hanger, his fighter being noisy and lumbering in atmosphere at such low speeds. Once they hit the sky and launched into space, everything would be different. He lost himself in the X-wing for the time being, becoming one with his machine. He angled around and pointed out into open space, and punched it.
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Post by The Twins - Slade and Tarak on Jun 7, 2013 14:21:02 GMT -8
For as loud as Cruor's fighter was, Slade's ship was dead silent. It lifted off the ground with no more than a whimper of the engines, and Slade pulled the ship up, hammering the throttle to follow Cruor towards open space.
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Post by Garwig Gil Ga'Mesh on Aug 14, 2013 15:27:10 GMT -8
=Garwig Gil Ga'Mesh= Upon arrival there at the city, both Garwig and Yumiko would see on the cockpit's heads-up display of the grand view of Cloud City as it floated within Bespin's lifezone. As they approached their destination, a twin-pod cloud car came flying past the three flying ships.=Twin-pod cloud car= :: This is Cloud City sky patrol. State your business here or we will have no choice but to shoot. ::=Garwig Gil Ga'Mesh= Pressing the button to the yacht's comm, Garwig responded thusly."This is Garwig Gil Ga'Mesh, the Saarai-kaar of the New Order of the Jensaarai. We've been contacted by your Baron Administrator regarding a job he wants us to carry out for him. If you'd please, we'd appreciate it if you could escort us to the Baron Administrator's office building." =Twin-pod cloud car= :: Oh, it's you guys! Sorry about that. The city is under tight watch from anything outside due to the increased pirate activity at Tibannopolis. We shall escort you to the Baron. ::=Garwig Gil Ga'Mesh= Watching as the cloud car flew in front of the three ships, Garwig told Yumiko to follow it to the administrator's building. It wouldn't take long of a trip, and eventually the ships arrived at a tall skyscraper at the heart of the floating city. Seeing a message on the viewscreen of which skydock to land on, the Starwind-class along with the two other ships headed for the place for them to land at. Finding the large skydock, Garwig told Yumiko to land the ship as he exited the cockpit. The landing legs of the star yacht touching down onto the skydock's surface, the Saarai-kaar headed to the boarding ramp of the ship so that he may soon step off and greet the Imperial Knight at the skydock, as well as Ali Hadrix .(Tag: Xeonon Solomon , Crystaall Sehefadu , Jan'ika Fett ) |
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