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Post by Dice on Jul 29, 2014 19:51:07 GMT -8
Dice walked backwards slowly, when she got a second chance to fire she shot multiple shots. Although with the appearance of the light saber with no arm attached left her with comment to make but now was certainly not the time.
"Thank you."
Dice pulled a few throwing knifes from her belt, in between shots she threw them.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jul 29, 2014 19:55:35 GMT -8
The throwing knives appeared to do nothing, but the shots finally subdued the IG-86 as its leg was blasted away and then its neck, causing the unit to deactivate forcefully. The last sounds of battle behind her suddenly became silence as the last two fell to the ground. Valstrol deactivates his lightsaber as the wounded trooper was tended to by another who had medical supplies. The captain approaches the Sith.
Anymore surprises like this, My Lord?
Most likely. We will have to see if the vault's internal security is still functioning.
The Sith then returns to re-wiring the control panel.
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Post by Dice on Jul 29, 2014 20:00:00 GMT -8
Dice rolled her eyes.
She approached the droid and retrieved her knives. She poked it repeatedly and stuck her tongue out at Valstrols back.
After a moment she composed herself and approached him. "So want to warn us of what else might be out to get us?
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jul 29, 2014 20:09:00 GMT -8
Three words, beware of anything. That's all I can say. I didn't know my uncle that well, never was ever fond of that deviant but knowing him, Tarkin wealth was used to provide the best security possible. Reason why this place is a fortress.
Valstrol does a few more re-routes and soon the sound of security panels going offline was heard. Followed by the unlocking of the large round door at the end of the hallway. He gets up and walks down with Dice and the remaining troopers. The wounded one followed once his shoulder was patched up.
The captain, noticing the dimly lit room ahead orders visor lights on. Valstrol retrieves his lightsaber and activates it.
Best find the light switch or any source of power first, Captain.
And with that, they plunged into the dimly lit room.
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Post by Dice on Jul 29, 2014 20:20:26 GMT -8
"Ya know its sweet and all you want to bring me to a dark room but..."
Was she getting on his nerves yet? While this wasn't boring, and she got to see inside the fortress it just seemed, dull.
She considered hanging by the door until someone found the light switch, or lamps, or something by way of light, but then did she want to stay near the door by herself?
Someone bumped into her.
"Watch it!"
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jul 29, 2014 20:35:37 GMT -8
I think I found something!
Moments later, the roar of a series of power generators came on and the lights flickered on. What Dice had bumped into was in fact an old suit of armor that was hanging on display. Valstrol puts his lightsaber away and looks around.
Now to find the deed to the estate. Once they know who I am, security protocol will shut off.
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Post by Dice on Jul 29, 2014 20:42:22 GMT -8
Dice glared at the inanimate object before her.
"How un dignified." Blowing a raspberry Dice moved about looking at different pieces, eventually she grew bored and followed Valstrol closely. Not that she was trying to be agitating but well he appeared the safest. Well at least he wasn't dressed funny.
"Hey is that a desk?"
Over in the corner there appeared to be a desk, or she was mistaken.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jul 29, 2014 20:57:08 GMT -8
Valstrol looks in the direction of where Dice pointed out.
Yeah, that's a really old antique. The desk of Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin. Cygnus put it down here for safekeeping.
The Sith pauses for a moment and looks in a couple directions, noticing a small vault seal on a wall at the northern end of the vault. He runs over to it and examines it for a moment.
Yep, this has to be it.
He feels the wall around to see if a panel was somewhere nearby.
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Post by Dice on Jul 30, 2014 16:48:13 GMT -8
"Okay."
Dice followed Valstrol closely, and attempted to look over his shoulder.
"Stupid tall.....grrrr..."
She resorted to twisting to look around him.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jul 30, 2014 16:56:42 GMT -8
Valstrol feels one of the panels and presses it. Behind him a console rose from the ground where the Sith went over to immediately and began examining it. He looks at the small vault door.
That's it alright. This console can do everything involving the deed; change of ownership, the sale of the estate, etc etc. This is exactly what I needed.
The Sith gets right to work, clicking away at the console as he begins to find the process to change the ownership of the estate and the Tarkin family leadership.
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Post by Dice on Jul 30, 2014 17:04:41 GMT -8
Dice grew bored quickly, she wasn't his shadow. She inched over to the desk, sitting in the chair and relaxing back.
"Oooh yeah, wish I had someplace for something like this."
She unbuttoned her cloak, letting lay across the back of the chair. She crossed her knee's, her floor length black skirt pooled about her, the slit revealing one leg and booted foot.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jul 30, 2014 17:06:33 GMT -8
Valstrol glances at Dice as she seemed to relax for now. He turns back to the console, keying away at the buttons upon it. He pauses for a moment, letting the console take in his DNA sample.
Sorry but we are in sort of a rush. Until the Estate and its security protocol recognizes me as its owner, we will get more trouble and that which could be more dangerous too. I don't want to sit idly by and wait for it.
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Post by Dice on Jul 30, 2014 17:16:23 GMT -8
"Who said anything about you sitting?"
Dice spun in the chair. She giggled and repeated it.
Dice leaned over and attempted to open on of the drawers on the desk, nothing happened. An irritated scowl appeared on her face.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jul 30, 2014 17:21:47 GMT -8
Valstrol's eyebrow goes up as he watches Dice attempting to open the drawers. He lifts a finger and points to a shelf adjacent to the desk she was attempting to open.
All that was in that desk is on that shelf. Have a look.
The Sith then goes quietly, waiting for the blasted console to recognize his DNA.
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Post by Dice on Jul 30, 2014 17:26:01 GMT -8
"But then why would the drawers be locked? You don't just keep stuff out in the open if its really important. You find places to hide and lock up all your other stuff."
But growing tired of the unmovable drawers Dice moves to the shelf and riffles through papers.
"Huh whats this about DNA?"
Dice pulls that paper out and looks at it.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jul 30, 2014 17:28:42 GMT -8
Valstrol's eyebrow goes up once more as his eyes turn to Dice.
What do you mean, whats this about DNA?
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Post by Dice on Jul 30, 2014 17:36:32 GMT -8
Dice looked at Valstrol, irritation written on her face.
" I haven't read it yet, all I read was 'DNA'."
With long purposeful strides Dice moved over to Valstrol, holding the paper so the two of them could read it.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jul 30, 2014 17:50:56 GMT -8
The Sith takes the papers with his free hand and begins to read it quietly. He shifts to the next page and removes his hand from the console slowly. Valstrol turns back to it and begins to type away carefully.
Thanks for finding this, Dice. You just shaved off thirty minutes.
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Post by Dice on Jul 30, 2014 17:55:50 GMT -8
Completely confused by what was happening, she put the DNA papers back on the desk and began shifting through papers again.
"Your welcome. I think."
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jul 31, 2014 19:18:15 GMT -8
Valstrol worked diligently for a good ten minutes before a hissing noise was heard. The small vault door opened, revealing the deed to the Tarkin Estates and the patent for the Lordship of the Tarkin Household. The Sith walks over and examines the documents. He quickly goes over to the desk of Wilhuff Tarkin and places his fingerprint on both documents, followed by a signature.
The documents were put back into the small vault and sealed. The entire room went dark as the security system and other protocols rebooted itself. Then the lights came back on as Valstrol looks around, grinning.
It worked...by the Force, it worked! The Estate accepts me as its owner! It recognizes me as Lord Ulric Tarkin.
He turns to Dice now, smiling at her for the first time.
Thank you so much for your help.
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