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Phelar
Apr 7, 2013 3:19:42 GMT -8
Post by Whill Shaman Nyx on Apr 7, 2013 3:19:42 GMT -8
*Phelar was a city on the planet of Eriadu containing a large spaceport.*
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Nov 21, 2014 17:10:14 GMT -8
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Nov 21, 2014 17:10:14 GMT -8
The Baron sat in a booth at a local cantina. Somewhere with a mix of reputable men and women, as well as the scum he was meant to be removing from the planet. Shifting his eyes through the bar he didnt see anyone that stood out, which was either really bad or really good. He was meant to meet a contact here that would spirit him off world, a bead of sweat trickled down his neck as he took a quaff from his Tarisian Ale.
A cool breeze out of thin air made his silk shirt ruffle slightly, and out of the corner of his eye he saw two Stormtroopers enter the cantina. Reaching down slowly he rested his palm on his archaic DC-17 hand blaster. "They are only here for a routine, a routine check you set up". Despite knowing this he couldnt help but shake the feeling that something was awry. Maybe this was the wrong cantina, it was far enough away from the spaceport but close enough to be of service. Maybe he had been made. Maybe Valstoral himself would walk in next and behead him for this treason. (Atia John Tien Jace Stealer Miras Haytham Atuna Davinari Lemep)
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Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Nov 21, 2014 17:39:43 GMT -8
It was funny, really. That one man's actions could hold so much weight.
Atuna moved slowly through the cantina, trailing innocuously behind two Stormtroopers as he entered. He moved to one side, circling the premise, eyeing every living being around him as quietly as he could. It wasn't that someone would notice, much less recognize, him, so much as it was simply a habit of his to avoid being noticed. Especially when he was looking for people.
In that moment, he saw no one. Normal people, going about their day, with only one being of any exception anywhere in the midst. Good. He was here first. Just as he had foreseen.
Casually, Atuna sat at the bar and rapped on the countertop. The bartender eyed him quizzically, then shook his head.
"Barkeep, a drink, please?" he asked.
"Not in your life, kid."
"I have an ID, sir. I'm over twenty-one."
"Yeah, and I'm the freakin' governor. Go home, kid, you probably have a test to study for."
As the bartender turned back to his business, Atuna sighed, faking exasperation. He turned to the well-dressed man sitting to his right and pursed his lips. "You ever had one of those days, friend?" Then he turned back to the barkeep and waved his hand lazily across the countertop. "Maybe you should get me a drink."
"Yeah..." the barkeep muttered without turning around. "Maybe I should. Probably not a bad idea."
Atuna nodded, satisfied. Then he turned to the man on his right again, his signature cap bound taught over his eyes. He wore a sincere smile under his slender nose. "You seem tense, friend. It's a bar. Get a drink, lighten up."
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Xeonon Solomon
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Phelar
Nov 29, 2014 13:41:19 GMT -8
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Nov 29, 2014 13:41:19 GMT -8
To say he wasnt noticed would be an untruth. Baron Cawdor had seen the youth enter the bar behind the two white clad goons. Finishing his drink he had gone up to the bar to order a second when he heard what was said between the kid and the barkeep. To most people it wouldnt have seemed that big, someone asking another to reconsider but at this point he was grasping at straws.
You got that right kid I could use another drink. Sure is a nice day out there eh?
Now that he thought about it, it was a pretty awful code that he had sent off to the Republic. Anyone might have answered with the proper return depending on the day outside but under duress it was the best he could think of.
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Phelar
Nov 30, 2014 0:15:44 GMT -8
Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Nov 30, 2014 0:15:44 GMT -8
"I don't know what it's like outside," Atuna replied morbidly. "I can't see it."
The bartender sat the drink down in front of Atuna and slid under the bar to grab a couple more glasses. Atuna, smirking despite himself, picked the drink up and pretended to examine it. After a moment, he put his hand up in front of his face and waved it up and down, tilting his head toward the man next to him.
"I can't actually tell what kind of drink it is, either. Being blind, and stuff. If you ever think you've had a bad day, just remember people like me exist, eh?"
He sat the drink down and laughed softly.
"Wow, I'm full of it today. Normally my wife is the one making the blind jokes. I guess she's wearing off on me."
Casually, he leaned his head back and scanned the room. The two troopers nodding in silence, using their helmet communicators to speak to their commanding officer. Time was becoming less and less of a luxury with each passing second, and Atuna realized it amidst his ironic musings, dampening his mood slightly. With a slightly more serious tone, he turned back to the man next to him and leaned in toward him.
"Let's not stay here too long, sir," he whispered. Our shuttle is quite a walk from here, and I don't drink anyway."
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Dec 5, 2014 10:02:46 GMT -8
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 5, 2014 10:02:46 GMT -8
In the corner of the room there was a man reading a paper. He was neither large, nor small. He was not pretty nor ugly. Just the sort of face you would expect to blend in, the perfect face for the Imperial Security Bureau. Not looking up from his paper he raised a cup of coffee to drink by covertly he spoke into his wrist.
He has approached someone and they are talking. Get ready to bring in the team.
Meanwhile
The Baron opened his mouth like a fish, meaning to speak but no words came out. Of course this young man was blind, why else was there a cloth over his eyes. His face reddened, as he failed to say something. He was so caught up in his embaressment that it took a couple seconds for what was said to register. Our shuttle? So much for a code word. Damn the Republic for sending him a blind inept agent to extract him. It was like they wanted him to fail.
Well he wouldnt give them the satisfaction. Rising from his seat his gaze lingered on the stormtroopers for a second. Motioning them to come over kept his hand near his weapon in a non threatening manner.
Troopers, I need you to come with me. I have reports of secessionist activity in the area and we need to put a stop to it.
He only hoped that this man, nay a boy; would be able to keep his head. The plan was for him to come alone but two troopers escorting them would be good in the long run.
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Phelar
Dec 6, 2014 20:31:43 GMT -8
Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Dec 6, 2014 20:31:43 GMT -8
Atuna smirked as the Baron moved toward the exit, flagging the two stormtroopers as he left. It offended him slightly, that his new friend had such a low estimation of him. He might have looked young, but surely not so young that he could pass as a teenager. Bodily, he was about twenty-one or so.
"Maybe I wore too much makeup?" he mused. Another chuckle, and he moved to follow the Baron. He dropped a small sack on the bar as he stood up, the sound of credits jingling inside clamoring as they hit the countertop.
On his way back toward the door, Atuna stopped. He looked into the dark corner where, a moment before, he'd felt a disturbance, as though the course of events to follow would change due to the actions of an individual there. Not sure which one, or indeed, not caring enough to find out, he simply cast a sinister smile on all of the patrons in the vicinity, as though taunting them, antagonizing them to think twice before messing with him. Then, briskly, he pulled his cape around his right shoulder and strode through the door into the sunlight, following after the Baron and his escort in silence.
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Phelar
Dec 14, 2014 0:15:48 GMT -8
Post by Miras on Dec 14, 2014 0:15:48 GMT -8
Miras' foot tapped rhythmically against the cracked duracrete of the landing pad as he scanned the surrounding buildings with a wary gaze. Nothing stirred amid the crumbling ruins of Phelar's old factory district. Empty windows stared back at him like hollow eyes, and the wind sweeping through the burned out assembly plants and weed-choked streets seemed to wail. The Jedi liked it less with every passing hour. Forlorn, desolate, and above all abandoned, it had seemed the perfect place to set as the extraction point. Now he had a bad feeling about the place. The force was agitated, swirling and rippling in constant, chaotic motion, and a heavy sense of dread loomed over it all. 'Something is coming,' it warned.
For the hundredth time Miras laid his hand on the hilt of his lightsaber. Hanging from a bandoleer beneath his tattered, earth-toned cloak, its weight had a reassuring quality to it that even the fiber armor he wore couldn't convey. He hoped against hope he wouldn't have to take the weapon from its resting place, but in these dark times the Corellian knew it to be a vain wish. He leaned back against the hull of the LaaT and fished a cigarette from his cloak.
As he lit up he cast his gaze around at the men who had accompanied him on the mission. Eleven Republic special forces- commandos, they'd corrected him during their briefing- wandered about the perimeter, conversing in low voices as they conducted scans visual sweeps of their surroundings. Each carried a WESTAR-M5 blaster rifle slung over his shoulder, as well as a side-arm, and their Katarn-class armor was equipped with an energy shield should things turn ugly. 'Send in the heavies,' they'd said, and this was the military's response. That the Jedi had sent him in command instead of a Master might have been taken as an insult by some, if not for his service on Carida. Fighting the Mandalorians was usually enough to get you taken seriously, if just barely.
His comlink beeped, and Miras started from his musing. "What is it?"
::Sir, checking in. No sign of hostiles or the Baron. ETA fifteen minutes. I have eyes on their approach vector; will notify.::
By way of reply, Miras turned to the rooftop where the sniper was perched and tipped him a salute. He rolled his neck and was rewarded with a series of loud pops. Twin clouds of smoke issuing from his nostrils, the Jedi's foot resumed its tapping.
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Dec 17, 2014 4:49:04 GMT -8
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 17, 2014 4:49:04 GMT -8
Putting down his paper after the Jedi left the ISB agent stood up and spoke once again into his mic.
The Baron is on the move, he took two stormies and a young blind man with him. I think this is it people, move in on the baron.
Now outside the Baron was following from the front for you see, he did not know where they were going. Behind him stood the two men clad in white their guns over their chests ready to meet this threat they were being brought to meet when they heard the call. The Baron was the turncloack. They raised their weapons in preperation to fire
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Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Dec 20, 2014 9:00:46 GMT -8
The Stormtroopers indeed raised their weapons and aimed at the Baron.
:: Sir, please put that blaster on the ground and put your hands behind your head. We're taking you in for questioning. ::
"I was hoping this wasn't going to get violent."
The troopers wheeled around, as though noticing Atuna had been following them for the first time. They attempted to re-position their guns so as to open fire on him, but when they finally got their arms around again, their weapons were gone. Confused, they looked back at the Baron and saw nothing, but then looked back to Atuna and noticed he was playing with their rifles, turning them over in either hand. For a brief moment, he said and did nothing. Then, with a thundering pair of cracks, Atuna's shoulders snapped forward, and the blasters snapped in half underneath his thumbs, pushing the barrels to the ground and leaving the trigger and grips as a defunct mess. Secretly, he had used the Force to do this, as he lacked the physical strength to snap a blaster in half with just his thumb, but the charade was more than believable.
Not done yet, however, Atuna threw the broken blasters aside leaving his hands open and apart. From either sleeve shot a lightsaber hilt, both of which ignited into a pair of shimmering green blades. The troopers had no time to react, as the moment the sabers lit, their feet left the ground, and they found themselves hurtling toward him. Atuna sprang forward, meeting them halfway, decapitating them both with one fluid motion, bringing the two sabers across his chest in an 'X'. On one knee at the end of his leep, Atuna waited for the satisfying 'thump' as the headless bodies slid to the ground behind him somewhere. Only then did he stand up and smile at the Baron.
"Oh well. Wishful thinking."
A disturbance from inside the bar filled the ensuing silence. Screams of shock and terror, muffled by distance and structures, grew increasingly louder as Atuna's sinister smile started to grow wider. Then, from inside the bar behind them, a man, dangling invisibly by his neck and grasping at it vainly, levitated through the front door, a newspaper rolled up and shoved several inches down his throat. Grasping at (and indeed, for) air, he shook and spasmed relentlessly, trying to free himself of his invisible bondage to alleviate his asphyxiation. Atuna turned to look at his victim and sighed, maintaining his evil smirk.
"I always hated violence. But time has made me so very good at it... I often forget..."
A sickening crack, a wheezing cry, and then a low gurgling, and the man went limp. His comlink fell to the ground, soon followed thereafter by his body. Atuna picked up the comm device and listened for a moment, hearing nothing but static, then dropped it to the dirt and crushed it under his foot. He turned and looked at the Baron. His smile faded, and he cleared his throat.
"Sorry. I had hoped you would not have to see that. Believe me, I'm not sadistic or insane; that performance was merely a bravado for any observers. My name is Atuna Davinari Lemep. I'm an ex-Jedi Master here as a favor to the Republic to see you to safety. If there's no more doubt about my ability, I'd like you to trust me for the next little while and follow me to the extraction zone. Will you trust me, friend?"
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Dec 22, 2014 15:04:47 GMT -8
Post by Atia on Dec 22, 2014 15:04:47 GMT -8
Some time ago.
The emperror wants him dead. Send in the Cleaners.
Yes, Mr Bateman.
A bit less time ago.
They came with charter. They always come with charter.
The Banshees were specially trained slaves. Their training comes from the Phoenix Empire, a small project to train slave girls in intelligence work. Anything from gathering of info or assasination. When the Phoenix Empire fell, the project was ... missing. Gone. In truth, it was only moved, to a different location. A Sith Artifact called the Crucible. Born in the empire, and grown up in the Crucible. These twilek women were prototypes. A new kind of assasin, a new product line in the Crucible. The baron was nothing but a Beta test.
47 48 and 49 were the Cleaners.
The maids outfits were perfect to hide the rancor hide armour. The leather did not light up the sensors, did not really hinder mobility if you were trained with it, and gave good resistance against blaster fire.
They arrived, and was met with the welcomeparty of three imperial agents. They were taken to a safehouse where they geared up. All three got two blasters, a fragmantation granade and a dagger. Finally, they were all given a packadge that was sent from home. From the Crucible.
It looked like an umbrella, but were actually a mixcure of shield and blaster rifle. The middle rod was the rifle, while the rancor leather umbrella could give good mobile cover.
They would also carry three suitcases. One with a repeating blaster, one with a rocket launcher and a third just being a big bomb.
They were geared up for war.
Now.
The command van was crowded. The operation leader, three operators sitting by their machines and working with camera feeds and comms. The three slaves were calmly standing inside, listening. They were only there as insurance. IF two squads of stormtroopers cant deal with this problem, then they would. The less the world knew of their existence was the better, but a tool needs to be used, and their mistress was eager to see them in action. A compromise between the two sentiments were made.
Plus, Batemans own agents could see how the rest of the Imperial Intelligence body was working.
The two other vans were filled with stormtroopers. Both intersections of the street the bar was in had one van covering it. The command van was a bit futher away, looking at the situation from helmet cam feeds and street cameras. This was supposed to be a nice clean and silent operation, and it was starting to go south. The Baron seemed to get a helper.
None the matter, with the snakes nest rattled, it was propable that the baron would take to flight now. Local Intelligence didnt just want to kill the Baron, but also his republic contact. That way, they would put a wrench in the Republic Intelligence gears.
So, now they waited, and gathered intelligence.
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Dec 23, 2014 14:29:33 GMT -8
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 23, 2014 14:29:33 GMT -8
Even with post saving I still lost this one -.-
Watching on in fear The Baron watched as a man was choked to death rather violently in front of him
Atuna is it? His voice a mixture of fear and hate I see why you are an ex-Jedi.
In a galaxy shaped by force users he and many trillions had never seen or met one. There were thousands of stories told late at night around camp fires. They had to be taken with a grain of salt but if even a fraction of those stories were true they were basically demigods. He had been told that Jedi defended the peace and the innocent, yet here was one killing an innocent and two stormtroopers without a qualm. Jedi. Sith. Two sides of the same coin. Both wanting to bend the galaxy to their whims. Maybe the Mandalorians had it right when they tried to eradicate them.
You just screwed the pooch though!
With that a loud siren came on and the innocent bystanders who either watched and recorded the whole thing started to run away. The Imperial forces in the area had their hands tipped. This was no longer a quiet opp. This was a guns blazing shoot to kill to save face move. Within minutes those videos of a force user would run amok on the holonet and they could not appear weak. Dozens of patrols who had been doing their job ran towards the duo, weapons drawn. Over the loudspeaker a mechanical voice spoke.
Lay down your weapons and surrender!
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Phelar
Dec 29, 2014 20:13:20 GMT -8
Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Dec 29, 2014 20:13:20 GMT -8
A loudspeaker began blaring as more troops rushed onto the scene. Finally realizing his situation required his full mental maturity, Atuna turned and faced the oncoming patrols with his lips pushed in slightly and his head upright, looking on. Then he interlocked his fingers and flipped his hands palm out, stretching his arms forward. His knuckles cracked eight times, once each, and with every pop, a small ripple pushed through the air, making a tiny shockwave effect. The same happened when he popped his shoulders forward, and when he snapped his head to the left and right to loosen his neck. At this point, he was showing off, and the display had no practical value, other than that he needed to reassure his new friend of his safety in his presence.
Then, he disappeared.
A blur, flashing forward, his fist connected with the gut of the leading trooper, who did not even have time to gasp before he was pushed, Forcefully, over the roof of the bar behind him and off into the distance. Atuna had not even stood up yet when two more troopers slammed face-first into one another in front of him. By now, blaster fire was starting to pour down on him, so he whipped the lightsaber he was holding in his right hand up and began blocking shots, redirecting them as best he could to cull the numbers of the patrols. When the fire rate began to increasing, he added his left-hand saber to his defensive stance. It did not take him long, however, to realize he was more vastly outnumbered than he originally would have liked, and with a twinge of remorse, he let go of the lightsabers in his hands.
The continued to block, expertly, hovering in place in front of him as he telekinetically controlled them. From within his sleeves, he pulled two more sabers and threw them out to his left and right, causing them to begin deflecting shots at his behest as well. Standing behind his sabers, Atuna bat, swat and bunted dozens of shots, carefully picking his deflections to avoid personal harm. The occasional shot whizzed by him, missing only be a few centimeters, but it did not phase him. Years of practice had perfected his Barrier of Blades, and he took pride in its efficiency. And indeed, after only a few seconds of near-constant fire, the troopers began realizing firing into his barrier was asking for death, as they had lost nearly two-thirds of their numbers just having their shots deflected back, so the patrol leaders called for a cease-fire.
The patrolmen started to flank Atuna, to get around his barrier, but as they did so, he backed up with them, moving his telekinetic sabers as he backpedaled. Between manipulating the swords and keeping his concentration on the troopers, Atuna's mind was being taxed, and he decided he could not win this fight on the defensive anymore. But attacking headlong could result in the Baron's death, as well. So with one movement, the sabers extinguished themselves and slid up his sleeves. Then, with a powerful leap, Atuna sprang backwards nearly forty meters, buckling the earth under where he had stood. He landed next to the Baron and turned his face toward him.
"Friend, it's time we departed. We're not safe here."
With still more soldiers arriving on the scene, Atuna scooped the Baron into his arms and over his shoulder. He immediately regretted the decision. Remembering he was not the strongest individual, but deciding it was too late to stop now, Atuna turned around and blew forward with as much speed as he could muster, disappearing down the road. Moving only half as fast as he normally did, with the extra weight, he found himself fatigued of the effort within a few seconds, and stopped just at the edge of a small forest. He set the Baron down and slouched up against a tall tree, sliding into a sitting position and breathing rather heavily.
"It's... been a long... time since... I worked this... hard."
He inhaled as much air as he could, and exhaled it slowly, to calm his breathing. Then he looked up at the Baron and smiled ruefully.
"Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here, mister... I was never informed of your name."
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Jan 3, 2015 7:30:04 GMT -8
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 3, 2015 7:30:04 GMT -8
Was he going crazy? Looking around wondering where the Jedi went he saw the whole thing go down. His jaw dropped and his rosebud puckered a little bit. How was this person for real? The stories had to be true the way this person moved. He was to freaked out he did not realy comprehend what he saw until Atuna was back near him.
Time to go? What. Oh yes, lets goooo
Being slung over someones shoulder like a bag full of space potatoes was not his idea of a good time. It was even worse when he looked up and saw the soliders shooting at them. Some of the bullets would hit the ground where Atuna had been moments before the duracrete exploding sending up chunks and slivers of the ground. One of which caught him on the forehead opening a gash just below his hairline.
Once they were in the woods and off the mans shoulder he reached up and touched the wound. The blood had slowed down by then but his hair was sticky and red, with a trickle making a way to his forehead he spoke.
Im Baron Cawdor, and I was under the impression this was going to be a nice silent affair. Come and get me without having to kill a bunch of people.
Clapping his hands together he turned his back on the Jedi. Apparantaly they were not all powerful judging by the way this one was breathing. They did have limitations. They were mortal.
They will know we are in here, its about 2 and kilometers to the spaceport from here if we go that way. Because of what you did though chances are they will have closed the port down. Nothing getting out or in.
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Jan 5, 2015 1:25:09 GMT -8
Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Jan 5, 2015 1:25:09 GMT -8
"Friend, if this op had any chance of ending quietly, I would not be here personally. I have specially trained men for doing quiet ops. I arrive when someone needs protection. Speaking of which..."
Atuna's right index finger and middle finger began glowing a vibrant aquamarine color, and he placed them on the Baron's forehead. The wound would begin to sting for a bit, but if he had the ability to see it, the Baron would notice it closing before his very eyes. The process took a few minutes, but Atuna lifted his fingers away after the time had passed to reveal the wound was clean and closed, leaving a small sliver of scab residue that promptly fell from his head, probably unnoticed. Between his fingers, Atuna held a small piece of duracrete, about a half-centimeter long, with a single drop of blood falling from the tip.
"I happen to be one of the most prolific healers in the galaxy. You'll find that the vast majority of my techniques and stances are defensive or supportive in nature. I do not become an aggressor easily, as you just witnessed back at the bar. Even when I did strike first, I ended up on my back foot quickly, which, ironically, is where I thrive better anyway."
Tossing the chunk of duracrete into a nearby bush, Atuna slumped back slightly and rested against the mighty tree he stood beside. He folded his arms across his chest and made it appear that was gazing off into the distance.
"And don't worry, someone like me always has an escape plan and contingencies in place. You don't live to be my age without them. Our 'Plan A' is still in effect: the extraction point should be in the abandoned factory district not far from here. We have Republic troops and a Jedi escort waiting for us there. Should that plan fail, which I cannot see it doing just yet, I can sneak into the city and procure transport another way, or find some outlying speeder to flee farther into the countryside with, which we can use to get to the next city over. It may take a couple hours, or even a few days, maybe even a month, but I swear on my life I'm getting you out of here alive."
He turned his head toward the Baron.
"My only fear is that this shadowy figure in the background of this mess is not as powerful as I, or this may get complicated fast. Had I a radio or a comlink that broadcasts on open frequencies, I could radio the extraction zone for backup, but I don't. I usually only carry my sabers in my sleeves and some medical gauze around my arms. I could use your comlink, if you have one, but it's likely that someone, somewhere, is going to intercept it and pinpoint our location if I did so. Alternatively, if you want, I could reach out in the Force and try to contact the Jedi at the extraction zone that way, but that opens us up to a potential threat if someone is out there waiting for me to open myself up like that. Do you have an opinion on which option would be better for us? Should we just keep silence and head for the rendezvous, or call for help and run the risk?"
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Jan 10, 2015 6:05:32 GMT -8
Post by Atia on Jan 10, 2015 6:05:32 GMT -8
Out of the city, heading strait for the two by the woods, a hovervan with a large antenna drove out. It stopped about a hundred meters from the pair.
The decision was made. Locals have failed. Cleaners are to be activated.
The door on the back opened and three people disembarked. The van turned and sped off.
Three Twilek maids, in full maids outfits armed with umbrellas and a suitcase hanging from a thin bandolier. They walked towards the two in vedge formation, with some distance between them like soldiers. No communication, just stern faces that gave chills.
They were not here to make beds, cook meals or vacuum the forest. The cleaners were deployed.
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Jan 15, 2015 23:46:44 GMT -8
Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Jan 15, 2015 23:46:44 GMT -8
When he saw it, Atuna stopped, took a deep breath, and waited. A truck pulled up, dropped some Twileks in maid costumes off, and sped away. Although it was not innately obvious to the human eye, Atuna could clearly see how well armed these women were. Their thoughts were hard to read, though entirely not friendly on the surface. His initial judgment of them was, bleakly put, that he could not afford to underestimate them, lest they injure or kill his new friend.
So, putting on a brave face, he turned toward the newcomers and tilted his head back.
"I don't remember ordering room service," he said quietly. A smile crept across his lips, despite himself.
Slowly, he reached into his sleeves and pulled out seven lightsaber hilts. One by one, they floated into his general vicinity and ignited, each with a unique variant of a snap or hiss. Blue, red, green, silver, orange, purple, cyan. They floated, motionless, each positioned in a different fashion, as though they adhered to different stances of invisible wielders. Still largely exhausted from his earlier sprint, Atuna realized, too his horror, that seven would be his absolute limit. Trying to manipulate more sabers would tax his attention beyond capacity. Cursing his horrible luck, he resigned himself to a defensive crouch, pushing his shoulders forward and turning his wrists out, pushing his palms together like an aggressive meditative stance. His right foot pushed a bit ahead of his left, so as to hunch his back slightly. His face betrayed no thoughts of weariness or fear. Only determination.
"You are not interfering. Leave if you value your lives. And even if you don't, do it anyway."
He sensed that his powers over persuasion would be ineffective against these assassins. Not knowing how long he could keep the Baron safe, he reached out with the Force and touched the only mind he knew he could reach safely.
Jedi Miras, I am Atuna Lemep, ex-Jedi Master in the service of the Republic. I have acquired the target. We're currently engaged with three assassins and need help extracting ourselves. We aren't far from your position. Please be swift.
Praying his message was received, Atuna held his posture, standing between the assassins and the Baron, and waited patiently.
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Jan 25, 2015 5:18:32 GMT -8
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 25, 2015 5:18:32 GMT -8
You know how they say time flies when you are having fun? The opposite holds true. When you are having the worst time of your life time seems to drag on. Even though it was a few minutes to heal his wound, and listing to Atuna talk it felt longer. Days longer. 9 Days to be exact. A thought popped into the mans mind. "The writer apologizes, work picked up and kept him busy." There was also the compulsion to say it. He nearly did so but held his tongue as it made him seem a little crazy.
His eye brow shot up. Why not maids? Everything else about this day was crazy. When the other lightsabers snapped on he reached for the blaster on his person and took it out. He needed it. These people were threats.
I suggest we move towards Plan A. Asking for one of your laser swords would be to much to hope eh?
Much like his Jedi guardian he jumped into the action. He did not know if these were people who just got duped, or something far worse. Or just him going crazy. He fired. The red blasts going in the direction of the trio.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jan 25, 2015 13:41:45 GMT -8
As the jedi flapped out his seven (SEVEN!!!!) lightsabers, and the Baron drew iron, the maids crouched down. They have dealt with force sensitives before, their mistress was one, some of their sisters were too. They had some theoretical training in fighting them, their strenghts, their weaknesses. Seven lightsabers were more like a weakness then a strenght.
The middle one waved at her sisters, a sign to spread out and flank but hold range. Then the blaster fire hit. Most of it missed, a couple came close. Then suddenly a puff of smoke and the one on the right went down.
Then she got up again... She quickly patted out the fire as her maids clothsignited and sat back up just as her sisters. Like a robot, a twilek from hell. All she had was a black scorch mark on her rancor leather armour beneath. About 70 meters were still between the twileks and the targets. The women just waited. Wrote it off as a lucky shot.
They were waiting for the jedi to get tired from holding his sabers.
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Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Feb 1, 2015 22:07:13 GMT -8
Atuna grimaced. For whatever reason, shows of force were not having the intended effect on people today. No matter how much of his power he displayed, people did not run away or back down. It angered him, slightly, that these women had the gall to ignore his potential lethality and cause problems like this. Because, as this implied, they thought they could take him on, or potentially defeat him, and that meant they potentially could. They knew something he did not. And with no response from his backup...
This was dangerous.
Slowly, Atuna began to sheath three of the sabers, going to down to four. Seven was excessive for three opponents, no matter how dangerous, and it taxed his attention too heavily to maintain safely. But with four, he could move, speak, and react as normal. Even his physical exhaustion was not severe enough to hamper his reflexes yet. He could wait this out.
Taking a step back, Atuna tilted his head back a bit and addressed the Baron.
"I suggest we leave. In case we get separated, you know where the rendezvous is. But try to stay close."
Atuna tightened his circle of sabers, opting to take one out of the air and hold it in his hands, leaving three to float in the air around him and the Baron. His omnidirectional gaze never let the assassins out of his sight, and he watched them intently (metaphorically) as he took cautious steps backwards. His breathing was beginning to slow, and his nerves were calming.
"I've done this before... I've survived worse..."
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