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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 21:37:52 GMT -8
As soon as he entered the cockpit, she'd expected him to break down, or lose his strength. Instead, he hugged her, catching her a little off guard as she was pressed against him, some of the water on his armour soaking a little into her fur as she listened to his heart beat for a moment. She suddenly found herself thinking back to the last time that she'd been this close to him when he was soaked, before she mentally reprimanded herself for thinking such things. The situation was made no better as he touched his forehead to hers, quite certain that if she hadn't been blushing before, she would be now, save for the fact that she was coevered in fur, so no one would ever know. She briefly looked away, a little embaressed by the situation, before nodding and returning her attention to him
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g...good! But first, you might want to get into some dry clothes hun... And I'm not helping you this time!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 22:31:02 GMT -8
Zacaiah jumped on the ramp after Zion and made her way into the cockpit, taking her helmet off as she did so and made her way past Zion and Tiggy as they had their little moment. She took a seat at the comms console as the pair of Tail Rings jumped off her shoulders and perched themselves on the seat, before shaking off the water as Zacaiah turned to the pair
=Zacaiah Traevis=
We'll see where they run... You guys got a way of tracking Amber's location?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 22:38:52 GMT -8
Obadiah was the last to board the Barloz, hitting the button on the panel to retract the ramp before heading straight to the cockpit and over to the pilot's seat as Zacaiah asked about tracking Amber. Thankfully He and Amber had placed tracking chips in the datapad's everyone carried, which he quickly activated using a nearby console, which started logging her movement through hyperspace
=Obadiah Traevis=
Already on it... Strap in...
Obadiah then throttled up the engines as the ship headed straight for orbit as fast as the engines would take it in atmosphere
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Post by Scyther Gray on Dec 28, 2015 22:45:03 GMT -8
The starfighter deftly touched down inside a vacant lot near the outskirts of Tipoca City. Scythe Gray keyed the loading ramp to descend and he walked down, his boots clapping hard against the metal. He turned his face up to the black night sky.
And the rain.
Seemed like it always rained on Kamino.
Scyther turned up the long black collar of his leather trench coat and began walking toward the inner part of the city, much to the annoyed beeping of his astromech droid.
::No, you can't. You'd just slow me down. I need you to to stay here and watch the ship. You know the protocol. Now, execute it. I don't think I'll be gone long.::
The droid moaned out toward him.
::I know for a fact he was here, B-9. I can sense him....him along with....other presences. They may not be on the planet anymore but if I find the right place, I can find the next step. Now, execute the protocol!::
B-9 chirped angrily but did as his master bade. He activated the laser turrets which shot out of the underside of both wings, ready and primed to fire, just in case. B-9 also knew to blast an auditory alarm in Huttese. The protocol his master had installed operated under the assumption that a traditionally Huttese ship with that kind of alarm would scare off the lesser creatures so as to avoid a violent confrontation. More bodied equaled a messier job. To the second-rate scavenger, nobody wanted to mess with the Hutts.
It took a bit of walking, but Scyther found his way to the inner streets of Tipoca City. He kept his head bent low, his eyes darting from left to right behind the metal skull mask. He was certain he may stand out but in a city like this, he was also certain people would just as quickly avert their gaze as stare.
He stopped in his tracks outside what looked like a cantina.
The Sober Selkath.
Were they trying to be funny or ironic?
::Well, when you need information....::
The man walked in.
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Post by Scyther Gray on Dec 30, 2015 20:46:21 GMT -8
The man walked into The Sober Selkath, as nonchalantly as he could manage. He knew he was inevitably going to draw an eye or two. That's the price you pay for wearing black leather trench coat and a metal skull mask.
That and the fact that he was armed to the teeth. But none of this scum and villainy need know that. Unless they forced his hand....which he really wasn't planning on. He was here to get in, find information and get out.
And get a drink. A drink would be nice.
He made a feeling straight for the bar at the center of the darkish room. It was teeming with all walks of life. If Scyther spoke half of their languages, he might have a better chance of finding something out. But he knew the bartender would know Basic. He was a dark blue Besalisk currently scrubbing an empty glass with one hand and mixing drinks with the other three.
Multitasking. Impressive.
Scyther leaned over the bar and slapped some credits on its surface.
::Sarlacc Kicker. If you know how to make it.::
The Besalisk aimed a bored look at the man.
"Buddy, I can make anything."
He poured the drink and slid it over to Scyther, picking up the credits. The masked man lifted the glass and swished the liquid around several times. Satisfied, the chin of his mask whirred and slid downward, revealing the man's human mouth, which was quick to guzzle a few gulps of the drink. The Besalisk bartender shook his head and grumbled. More weird crap coming through his cantina these days than ever before.
The chin of Scyther's mask shot back up into place, clicking and whirring.
::That's a good kicker. I don't believe I caught your name.....Mr.....::
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Post by Scyther Gray on Jan 1, 2016 9:55:36 GMT -8
The Besalisk bartender grumbled and began scrubbing another glass.
"You didn't catch it because I didn't throw it, stranger. I'm here to serve drinks, not indulge nosy outsiders."
Scyther leaned both elbows on the bar.
::FIne. If you don't like idle chit-char, how about information instead?::
The barkeep uttered a low, menacing growl.
"Another weirdo looking for a second weirdo, yeah? I can't help ya."
Syther slapped another handful of credits on the bar.
::Helping me may be in your best interest, No-Name Barkeep. There's credits in it for you if you can tell me if you saw a black-hooded man pass through these parts recently.::
The bartender re-stocked the cleaned glasses a little too hard.
"A black hood, huh? That's awfully vague. A lot of folk pass through the Selkath every day."
::You would have remembered this one. Tall. Pale skin. Silver hair. Eyes as black as the night sky.::
This time, the Besalisk gave a gravelly chuckle.
"Now you're just pulling my arms. Think you might be a bit touched in the head, buddy."
Scyther twirled a credit between his gloved fingers, pondering for a few moments before speaking again.
::You cater to all walks of life here at the Selkath, I reckon. Makes sense you'd see a Sith pass through at some point.::
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Post by Scyther Gray on Feb 21, 2016 15:10:41 GMT -8
This time, the Besalisk loomed over the bar and placed its four muscular arms on its hips.
"Anyone lookin' for Sith isn't anyone I want in my establishment, stranger. I suggest you leave your credits on the counter and make yourself scarce."
The credit disappeared into Scyther's fist as it clenched.
::So, you have seen the man I'm talking about. Care to elaborate?::
Two of the Besalisk's arms raised and waved, pointing at Scyther.
"No, I don't. And now it looks like you're not leaving on your own. Enjoy the trip, weirdo."
::Huh?::
Scythe suddenly felt himself lifted forcefully off the ground as two large, black Wookiees picked him up, one of Syther's arms in each of theirs.
::Whoah, whoah, whoah, hey! Who the kriff do you think you are?::
The Besalism chuckles darkly.
"Someone who reserves the right to refuse service to anyone."
The Wookiees walked out the door with Scyther in tow and heaved him through the air as one. The man flew through the air and hit the wet ground hard. His metal mask made a spark as it slid across the ground.
Scyther jumped up and marched back toward the bar entrance.
::Now, wait just one kriffing minute, you piece of-::
He was stopped dead in his tracks as both Wookiees growled and drew bowcasters, aiming for the kill.
Scyther slowly raised his hands.
::OK....OK....hold on, now. There's no reason we can't be civil here.::
Both Wookiees cocked their guns.
::OK....I guess we're really doing this, then. I had hopes of avoiding this.::
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Post by Elizabeth LaSalle on Jan 17, 2018 15:38:57 GMT -8
They always came to her at night. They were all around her. Crawling and spewing their nauseous gasses. Their spindly legs climbed over fallen debris and the wrecked city smoked and burned all around her.
She kept firing. Again and again. They never let up. The bugs jumped at her, screeching their hellish calls. Her twin pistols sparked and smoked as her fingers hardly left the trigger.
She spun. And she screamed. As if her guttural growls would be enough to send them all to hell.
"Uuuauch!"
Elizabeth sat bolt upright from her bed. Rather, her mat. She breathed heavily and gulped, sweat beading on her forehead as her chest heaved in and out, trying to slow down and be calm.
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Post by Alessandra Vitale on Jan 17, 2018 15:44:21 GMT -8
The blindfolded, hooded girl had been watching the woman she considered her older sister sleep for hours now. She never was one for sleeping....and the same was true for tonight. She mostly spent the hours she should be sleeping counting the cracks in the walls of the Tipoca City slum they were currently calling home. She was currently on her 50th crack when she heard Elizabeth suddenly wake up with a gasp. She turned to her friend and smiled sadly.
"Another nightmare? Or the same one?"
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Post by Elizabeth LaSalle on Jan 17, 2018 16:19:17 GMT -8
"Same one."
Elizabeth touched her forehead with her hand. It was damp with sweat.
She blew out a sigh through her nose and closed her eyes, holding her face in her hands. She thought that after all of these years, she wouldn't keep thinking and dreaming about Zeltros. It felt like a total and complete separate life from the one she had now.
But still, the nightmares were there.
"Sorry, Ales. Did I wake you up?"
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Post by Alessandra Vitale on Jan 17, 2018 19:39:04 GMT -8
Alessandra was worried. All of these nights, Lizzy would act tough and be more worried about her than she should be. As inappropriate as it seemed in her head, Alessandra always wondered just what her nightmares looked like. There had to be a reason why she was plagued by them again and again and again. But for tonight, she just smiled wryly back at her friend.
"Nah. I was already awake. You know me."
She bit her lip and looked around.
"Do you need anything? Like water or something?"
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Post by Elizabeth LaSalle on Jan 18, 2018 6:49:43 GMT -8
She shook her head.
"No....no, it's alright. I just..."
She stood up from her mat.
"....need to stretch."
She raised her arms above her head, entwining her fingers together and stretched. Pops and crackles emanated from her body, She hated sleeping on the floor like this, no matter how much she was used to it. She readjusted the shoulders of her light gray tank top and shook her head.
"What time is it, anyway?"
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Post by Alessandra Vitale on Jan 19, 2018 6:19:14 GMT -8
Aleesandra pressed her lips together and shrugged.
"I....uh....I don't really know."
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Post by Elizabeth LaSalle on Jan 19, 2018 9:09:37 GMT -8
Elizabeth winced, already knowing the mistake she made.
"I'm sorry. I can't believe after all this time I still....forget..."
She forgot that the woman she'd been watching over all of this time was blind. The way Ales moved most of the time, though....it was like she could still see. Elizabeth went to her pack and pulled out her wrist comm.
"Ten o'clock. Kriff, that was an afternoon nap after all. Could have sworn it was morning. Anyway, I guess, since we're both up-"
She was interrupted by a sudden audible beep from her helmet lying in the corner of the room. A red light was flashing. Her Infrared Motion Sensor Array was detecting movement outside their place.
Elizabeth raced to the window and squinted. She could only make out one smaller shape and two larger shapes outside the Sober Selkath across the street. But she couldn't make out much more in the dense Kamino rains.
"Ales....we may need to prep the Matriarch for launch. There's something happening outside. A fight, by the looks of it."
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Post by Luon So on Jun 12, 2018 7:58:05 GMT -8
Two Weeks Ago
Luon So's fist tightened in rage at the Administrators who, even now, were deciding what her fate would be. To anyone who was not of her kind it would have been an almost imperceptible sign of her emotional state, as her expressions and body language betrayed none of her anger, but for a Kaminoan it was proof of her young age and lack of mental maturity to be showing any emotion at all. However, right now she was too angry and frustrated with what had become of her promising young life. Glancing down, Luon So peered for a moment at the cold, metallic prosthetics that had replaced her badly damaged legs; had her genetic taint been discovered at birth she would have simply been executed, and none would have even given it more than a moment's thought. Indeed, she herself would not have held it against them, as such genetic impurities were a threat to the entire species, but now that she was physically mature and well into life it would be cruel to execute her for something as minor as that which afflicted her. Her thoughts shifting behind her typically expressionless eyes, the young Kaminoan thought back upon the series of events which had led her here.
Luon So had been one of the most promising upcoming geneticists of her generation, and had even earned herself a place at the head of an entire project, before the attack. She had everything she could have hoped for, and then the Sabrejowl had attacked and taken all of it. The beast had been a smaller specimen of the creatures, only five meters in length, but to a lone Kaminoan it could have easily meant death had the Guards not dispatched it and pried Luon from the corpse's jaws. She would survive, they told her as she was lowered into a bacta tank for the first time in her life, and her legs would heal fine thanks to the miraculous healing capabilities of Bacta; however, as she settled into the tank she began to feel ill, and then shortly thereafter she succumbed to a coma as her life-signs plummeted. She awoke from the coma nearly a week later to discover that she had an allergy to Bacta and a pair of shining new prosthetic legs to replace the mangled ones which she had been born with and which were irreparably damaged if Bacta could not be used in their healing. The strange, artificial limbs still felt odd, and her movements were slightly wobbly as she was still adjusting to them, but she would soon be able to move with the stereotypical grace and agility that her kind were known for. No, it was not her damaged legs or prosthetics which were the topic of discussion, but rather her Bacta allergy which had them arguing hotly amongst themselves as to whether Luon So should be simply executed or sterilized and exiled from the planet with a tracker so that they could ensure that her tainted genes never reached a new generation.
To be sure, some of those in the meeting were supposedly arguing in her defense, citing Luon So's advanced skill and intellect for her age as reasons to spare her life, but either way she would face sterilization and exile with a tracker even if they managed to convince the others; no, Luon So had no intentions of accepting either fate and fully intended to use her other genetic anomaly, a gift which she had kept hidden from his fellows his entire life, to escape. Walking over to the small window which allowed vision through the locked door into her room/cell, she looked across the hallway to the security console which controlled the locks on his door and extended a long-fingered hand out towards it as she closed her eyes and concentrated. This was something which, without anyone to help train her, had always been difficult, but now she had plenty of time on her hands and a very good reason to improve her skills. As Luon So concentrated the Force began to gently trickle through her as she drew up its power, answering the call but lacking sufficient direction to do what she was trying to do. Opening her eyes, no sign of annoyance crossed her face despite the emotion beneath as she saw that she had not succeeded at pushing any of the buttons. Turning away from the door she decided that she would have to hone her skills in smaller steps before attempting her escape, and thus sat in one of the Kaminoans' hanging chairs facing away from the door with a piece of fruit in one hand. Closing her eyes Luon So tried to will the fruit into the air, with little success. An hour later, however, the barest of smiles crossed her visage as she opened his eyes to find the item levitating less than a centimeter above the flesh of her hand; yes, in time she would be free, and nothing these fools did would stop her once she learned how to draw upon the Force with ease...
Present Day
Two weeks had passed, and it was late in the night as Luon So watched the guard change outside her cell. The Administrators were still arguing, although from what she had heard it was likely that a decision was finally imminent; the issue was a Kaminoan issue, and as a result few if any outsiders were aware of the situation at all. Tonight was to be the night of Luon So's liberation; she felt sufficiently prepared for the attempt, and would let none stand in her way. Approaching the window, she chuckled mentally as she began to pull the Force into herself, actually feeling it somewhat for a moment as she drew upon the bottled up anger at the situation and Administrators; a minute later she had gathered sufficient energy, and then with a forward thrust of her hand towards the guard outside she released it. It was a crude, raw attack, one which any Force-sensitive in Tipoca City would have been likely to feel for a moment before it was unleashed, but it was effective. The harsh push sent the Kaminoan guard flying forward to slam face first into the wall, rendering her unconscious as Luon So extended her hand to catch the Force Pike telekinetically so that it would not clatter noisily on the floor. At least, that was what she had hoped would happen, rather than what actually happened which was the weapon clattering nosily on the floor as the Force failed to answer her amateur call in time. Sighing internally in annoyance Luon So used her newly improved skills to unlock the door to her cell remotely and then stepped out, stooping to scoop up the weapon from where it lay beside the unconscious guard. Glancing in either direction down the empty corridor she nodded as no one came rushing and paused only to relock her cell door before moving swiftly towards the landing pads where the cloners often received their more...generous clients. There she would find a suitable vessel which would be able to escape the planet and allow her to seek out someone who could help her better understand her gifts. It all made sense in the young Kaminoan's mind, and it was with this plan in mind that Luon So made her way down the corridors towards the busier sections of the city.
As she reached the hub leading to the various pads Luon So was stopped by the guards, who easily recognized the abnormal young Kaminoan with the metal legs. When questioned by them as to what she was doing out of her cell she stalled for time, scanning out the viewports at whatever ships were sitting on the pads for the taking by explaining that the Administrators had decided that she was to be exiled. They listened, but seemed obviously skeptical due to her lack of guard escort and possession of the Force Pike; luckily for Luon So, she had already begun slowly drawing in the Force again, although it seemed more difficult after having already used much of her reserves disabling the guard outside her cell. When she finished the explanation they instructed her to stay where she was, the other two guards joining the first three to hold her at pike-point while the one of the five, evidently in charge, commed the administrators for confirmation. Closing her eyes, Luon So mostly ignored the chatter of the comm as the officer worked through the red tape and instead focused on pulling in more of the Force, creating another, longer effect on the Force around her that would also likely draw the attention of Force-Users were there any nearby. At the sound of a deactivating comm-link and those around her encircling her, Luon So opened her eyes to find the five guards arrayed about her with their pikes ready. The commanding officer of the group began informing her that she was under arrest and would be facing execution for her escape attempt, but was interrupted when Luon So unleashed the pent up energy throwing them back in all directions and sending their weapons clattering across the floor. Breathing heavily now from the exertion of the attack she forced her tired body to move, sprinting across the hub towards the pad that bore her chosen vehicle of exodus. As she reached the opening shots erupted from the guards, spattering loudly against the walls as she barely made it out of their line of sight and tore towards the Punworcca 116-class Interstellar Sloop which sat on the pad with its landing ramp down. It never occurred to the young Kaminoan to wonder why such an expensive ship had been left open.
Shots erupted again as she ran up the rain-drenched ramp, the guards having reached the entrance, and as she came into the cockpit of the small luxury sloop she discovered why it had been open when the co-pilot's chair rotated around to reveal a surprised pilot who was evidently the chauffeur and security guard for the ship's owner. The man was tired, but even so he went for his blaster as he saw the young Kaminoan running toward him with the pike, forcing Luon So to strike. Thumbing the power of the pike on, Luon So intended to simply stun the man but in her haste she inadvertently thumbed it to full; instead of stunning the man the attack caught him in the chest and tore cleanly through his heart before lodging into the floor behind the co-pilot's chair, killing the man instantly and pinning him into place as the Westar-34 blaster pistol he held clattered to the floor of the ship and discharged, sending a ricocheting shot off of a bulkhead and towards the ramp. Exhausted, Luon So simply wanted to rest but forced herself to slide into the pilot's seat and lift off as the Kaminoan guards' shots rained upon the belly of the craft. Finally, she got the ship angled around and shot up towards space, avoiding the main flight paths down from orbit as she cleared atmosphere and deployed the craft's solar sail. As the stars lengthened and the craft entered hyperspace Luon So sagged back in the seat, her adrenaline pumping and her breathing heavy; her lungs burned from the exertion, and her hips ached from the sudden and unusual strain that she had put on her prosthetics, but she was free. With her thoughts on the future and where she could go to learn more of the Force Luon So nodded off, falling asleep as the solar sailer made its way towards the center of the galaxy.
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Post by Alessandra Vitale on Oct 20, 2018 17:03:36 GMT -8
Alessandra slowly rose to her feet, gingerly stepping over to join her friend at the window, peering out through the rain.
"Where is it? What do you see??"
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Post by Elizabeth LaSalle on Oct 20, 2018 18:39:05 GMT -8
Elizabeth held her helmet tightly in her fingertips before shoving it back on over her head.
"I'm going to take a look outside, neutralize it if it's a threat. You stay here."
She dashed out of the place they were squatting in and dove out into the wet streets, her steps splashing as she darted to the entrance of The Sober Selkath. What she saw when she finally ran up made her skin crawl beneath her armor.
A pair of black Wookiees aiming bowcasters in her direction, but at the man standing poised in front of her. She also knew that armor anywhere.
"Scyther?! Seriously?!"
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Post by Scyther Gray on Oct 21, 2018 16:40:35 GMT -8
Scyther snapped his head back upon hearing his name. He almost couldn't believe whom he saw.
::.......LaSalle?!::
That was a mistake. He took a blaster bolt directly to his armored side. Crying out in pain, he fell hard to his side, smacking a gloved hand on the now signed area.
::Aargh!......son of a.....::
The two Wookiees cocked their bowcasters again. Scyther rolled onto his good side and sprang back up, drawing his own twin blasters.
::As much as this reunion is touching me, Lizzy.....eurgh.....I have far more pressing matters, I'm afraid. Care to assist?::
With that, he fired off a volley toward the two Wookiees as he dove to the right behind a garbage bin.
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Post by Elizabeth LaSalle on Oct 21, 2018 18:15:10 GMT -8
Her eyes shot to the size of dinner plates. There was only one man in the entire galaxy who could make her stomach turn like this. And he just took a shot to the side and is now hiding behind garbage.
Elizabeth didn't even have time to ask why. She just knew he was in trouble and now so was she. In one second, her blasters were pressed to her palms and she fired her own shots at the Wookiees before diving and rolling behind the corner of the wall across from Scyther. The two big walking carpets shot at her now too. Sparks flew off the wall from where their shots sank in.
She decided now was a good time to get a word in.
"The HELL are you kriffing doing here, you slimeball? I thought I told you I'd put a bullet between your eyes if I ever saw you again!"
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Post by Scyther Gray on Oct 24, 2018 17:13:03 GMT -8
Scyther peeked out from around the dumpster and exchanged a few more blasts with the Wookiees. He wasn't sure if he made their marks, but he had to keep them pinned down somehow, he knew.
Besides, he also knew it would take more than one true blaster bolt to take down one of these behemoths.
At the sound of LaSalle's rather indignant question, the bounty hunter only shrugged his armored shoulders.
::Oddly enough, LaSalle, I wasn't looking for YOU when I landed here. A man's allowed to stretch his legs from time to time!::
He gestured wildly with his twin blasters toward the still-firing Wookiees.
::There's a task at hand here. Maybe you wanna help me, oh I don't know, ATTEND TO IT?!::
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