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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 31, 2020 19:24:16 GMT -8
Taking the approval, Levana gave her a fiendish smile. If Aria would know about just a portion of previous plots, that transpired to get rid of any last remaining opposition, the Dominion had towards their Prophet ruler, the last remaining Triarch, she would probably have few doubts, when it came to that. Yet... even if she was a darksider, there was no reason to trust upon her every detail, she knew as one member of the inner circle.
"Well, wisely spoken", the Sorceress solely said in approval, "Do you speak from expierience, 'Empress' or where did you witness these flaws within an existing system? Perhaps your knowledge can help the Prophet, should you desire to let a new order rise and wish to benefit from it. We despise treachery within our ranks, but those, who benefit us, will always be rewarded well... though I understand that most of the Sith tend to carve out their own destiny, of course..."
Well there it was. A direct offer, spun like the web of a spider.
Then again, it was a volunteerly invitation and given how much information Levana gave Aria already about the order, it was only fair to offer her the same chances as she offered all force users, who could bring forward the Dominion.
If she declined nothing was lost, therefore the Sorceress only mustered Aria neutral, also briefly noticing the pendant around her neck, most likely of noble origin or something very important to her.
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Aria
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Post by Aria on Dec 31, 2020 20:33:20 GMT -8
Aria took a deep breath. Thinking a moment before speaking sincerely. Not sure how much information to divulge of her past. Though at this point she had little to nothing to lose.
"Looks like that little slip early didn't go unnoticed. Yes... from experience. I wasn't always wayward drunk. There was a time I was regarded as an empress. Darth Timora as I was known among my Sith brothers and sisters."
She grabbed the pendant that was around her neck. The blood red gems adorned in gold forming the Royal therian Seal. She looked at it and smiled briefly.
"We had everything. Power, wealth, influence throughout the galaxy. Haha, my father even managed to get some Jedi to fallow him...."
She laughed a bit at the very though of Jedi and Sith working together. A somber tone took over as she breathed in slowly. Releasing her grip on the pendant, laying it to rest on her chest.
"But just like that, it was gone. My father mysteriously disappeared, my brother decided he could do a better job and managed to turn every ally we had against us. Even the other Sith destroyed what we worked together to build. I did what I could but I wasn't strong enough. Too young, too stupid."
She looked around.
"And now here I am... a homeless drunk trying to keep this old rust bucket running."
She paused again. Somewhat trying to turn the subject.
"I appreciate your offer, and wish you the best in your endeavors. Be sure you'll not have an enemy in me, but I cant.. I won't leave the Sith. Its a silly religion, but its all I have left. Though I dont doubt the force brought us together for a reason. Not sure what that would be. If you ever need someone to drink with? I've gotten pretty good at that lately."
She looked at the wrench and tools and the ship still with its maintenance panels open and chuckled.
"Hmhm, or maybe not"
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 1, 2021 4:54:25 GMT -8
Levana shrugged, so far not revealing any emotions when it came to Aria's story, as she just listened to it.
When she declined the offer and offered her instead something to drink, it was on her turn to answer.
"Your choice", she solely replied, leaving open to what of the two topics she refered, "When I offered help regarding your starfighter, I spoke honest. One of our engineers can deal with the problem, if you trust us enough on these regards. Other than that, if it is a bar you desire for continiueing our conversation, sure. I guess my guards can handle the situation at the shuttle port better, since the two of us should be capable of dealing with any... inconviniences."
She smiled smug at the last hint, for Mos Eisley was known for the villainous scum within the city. The two of them probably fit there perfectly, if someone wasn't careful enough.
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Post by Aria on Jan 1, 2021 16:08:02 GMT -8
Aria was surprised that Levana would consider a drink. But then again she knew better than to judge a book by its cover these days. Another drink was probably the last thing she needed, though the heat wasn't something she enjoyed. Aria looked up into the sun beating down on them, then at her ship.
"Didn't actually take you for the drinking type, but I could use an excuse to get out of this heat again. And im definitely not cut out for this mechanic business. If your engineers want to take a crack at it be my guest"
She glanced at Levanas guards then at Levana as she started to advance towards the cantina
"Come on, drinks are on me"
Aria walked casually towards the exit of the hangar guesturing for Levana to follow. The 5 foot long chain that bound her saber hilts together made a subtle clanking against her thigh with each step. Worn like a wound up whip with mace heads. It looked more like the weapon of a torturer than the elegant blades of a Sith.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 1, 2021 16:44:29 GMT -8
"Certainly", Levana said before turning briefly towards her guards, "Tell our tech specialist to get this starfighter done. No Mechu-Deru or secret favors, just regular routine."
"Understood, Magistra."
The voice of the trooper sounded almost mechanical through the visor of their helmet, before they briefly saluted and went towards the shuttle, following their orders. With a gentle nod, Levana followed after Aria, taking the invitation as granted.
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Post by Aria on Jan 8, 2021 12:54:16 GMT -8
Aria returned to see her porax 38 had indeed been repaired. She did a thorough walk around; inspecting every inch of the ship.
"Not bad at all, if only my bounty hunters were as reliavle..."
she said to herself quietly before using the force to assist her into the cockpit. She sat there for a moment contemplating her next move. She started up the auxiliary systems to get the long range comms online. If there was one thing she did do right was giving Calok an encrypted comm device with a tracker. Activating thr tracker she waited for a return signal. Finally after about 4 minutes a fuzzy blip.... comming from the Myrkr system.
"What the hell is he doing out there?"
She pinged the comm.
"Oooooh Cal... mind explaining what you're doing?? . . . . Cal?....... CAL! Pick up the damn comm you worthes pile of bantha fodder!!"
Despite her frustration there was no answer.
"I swear if he got picked off too I'm gonna lose it...looks like I get to make a new stop..."
She spoke to herself again. Powering up engine systems then lifting off, departing the sandy planet.
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Post by Epona Dubh on Aug 6, 2021 23:35:59 GMT -8
Looking down on the town formed literally and figuratively around spaceport she wondered. The centaur had not being getting her sleep at night. Dreams. Nightmares. Familiar faces a plenty. And a few that she'd never wish to meet. And places that she did not know. Why? And where was Juvex? And why would she even care. Walking slow into the Townsend passed by a water trough.No way was she sticking her head in that thing. Slowly Epona moved with her mind racing. Kieran and Laoch? It had been forever since she had seen them. Then why bother me now? And they were just two of many. Signing she stopped. A crossroad. Too poetic. As she began to walk sagain so too did her tummy commence to rumble and she could feel that train a coming. Tail lifting walk her tail lifting she left a trail of her own. Then the inevitable curses and pathetic toilet humour. One mouthy humanoid t'was set to talk once too many for one last time -Soon to be dead mouthpiece- "Hey hoursewoman! You wanna clea...." Her right back hoof momentarily became one with the now dead dudes then living head, which contained a brain that several minutes later would quite peacefully stop working. And on she slowly walked
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 8, 2021 18:53:36 GMT -8
Skip and a jump as it were, back into the ship, lifting off and coming down on another city of rock on a bed of sand. Lots of sand. And rocks. After landing they were met by more spaceport cops. Ship was stored, Gidwas given an ID card to collect And off they went. Alem laid out her mental guide for tourists to this wretched hole. Dirt, Rock, little people in capes and dudes wrapped up in toilet paper. The humans looked worse. And slaves? She stopped cold. Twi'leck slaves. She was happy that they were all togeather. And so began their visit to Mos Eisley. The place was disgusting. Did they all suddenly discard the need of proper hygiene here? Even those Twi'leck girls looked disgusting. They were in chains so you couldnt really be blamed for slowing things to slide a bit. Eyes closing as a man approached Shakk. She prepared to break his neck but Kieran stepped up and froze that nonsense. Grabbing Shakk by the left arm Alem tossed her betwixt herself and Gid. oh for joy. And on they walked through the desert city. OoC we're dragging Laoch and Kieran with permission. Thank you
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 10, 2021 20:06:41 GMT -8
Once at the spaceport Gid used her preissued card to gain access to her ship. She and Laoch entered and she fired that sucker up. Correct, tried to fire that sucker up. And failed. Sitting back she shook her hands and gave the ignition another go. Third time lucky they say and she was. The engine began to roar and the ship lifted up and was gone
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 13, 2021 23:02:11 GMT -8
And out into the door they went. The scorching sun make that plural, suns immediately hit them -Laoch- 'Nice....' Head swinging towards his brother -Kieran- 'Nice!?! How many fatalities do you think can be directly attributed to those cursed stars?' Head shaking -Laoch- 'Then why was you in such a rush to get out here?' Spinning around face to face with Laoch, right index poking his brother in the chest as he spoke -Kieran- 'You sit and socialize with hideous excuse for a life form in there and see how long it is before you're gagging.' Laoch responded -Laoch- 'Thought we partnered up with the dude.' A short hair of a laugh left Keiran's mouth -Kieran- 'Maybe so but don't make him smell any better.' That warranted a laugh from Laoch, who countered -Laoch- "Maybe he don't like how we smell." After a few seconds of silence -Kieran- 'You know Loach I have heard some dumb ass things come outta that mouth before but damn!' An of freling suddenly struck Laoch and he mumbled -Laoch- "Something coming....' His brother answered -Kieran- 'Nothing yet but got any tums?' Reaching in left pants pocket he flipped a tums into his brother's right hand -Laoch- 'Not that - us, the girls.... Family.' Kieran nodded -Kieran- 'That I feel....' And on they walked. At some point the two the two found themselves nearing Louie's once wgain
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 14, 2021 15:24:14 GMT -8
As other humanoids, and pretty much anything that could breath scrambled for cover, Kieran dragged his unwilling brother straight into the eye of a desert storm. No not the kind that rained down on Iraq care of the Boys in Blue but still this was not pretty. In a miraculous example of the kind of Deus ex machina, a poor man stood conveniently struggling to start his hyperactive equipped fully fueled ship. Kieran immediately commenced to beat the man about the head and face then threw him to the ground. Laoch in turn withdrew a handgun from his side without a big hole in the dudes head. Goodnight irene. I'm many a city on many a planet the proverbial shit would have hit the fan. On lawless Tatoonie in the middle of a sandstorm the incident was scarcely noticed. The two hastily piled into the ship. They lifted off and rose up into the sky and were gone
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 27, 2021 22:19:48 GMT -8
Gid knew that she needed to know more about Tatoonie. But that would come with time and experience. Right now she knew exactly where she wished to go. Mos Eisley. And she knew exactly how to get there. Diving down the ship dropped at an astounding rate
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 28, 2021 15:50:58 GMT -8
A Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft, The Hand Maid Tail by name, sat idly awaiting. And The Twi'leck Three came out of the Tavern crossing by a few Jawa the hatch dropped and they piled inside. As Alem and Shakk took their customary seats Gid dove into the pilot's seat and fired that beast up Fire momentarily flew from the exhaust pipes below and we his fast turned to smoke and sand was hurled from the ground as three ship lifted off and flew into the sky An aged human sat in a seat strumming a guitar to accompany his raspy voice -Mos Eisley Guitar Hero- "Home, home on the range where the Ewoks and Tusken Raiders do plaeeeey. Where seldom is heard a Standard word and sky is sunny all dayyyyyyyy." And immediately following that chain of lyrics he downed another strong pull from the bottle set on the table to his right. ~Yup~ he thought ~This be Hell~ And back he went to his drinking and pickin out a tune whenever the notion struck him
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 16, 2021 21:24:43 GMT -8
The town came into focus quite rapidly. And it became bigger and bigger. And bigger. Ok. Enough of that nonsense. Mos Eisley. The spaceport town. Settling into Port 69 she powered down. It balled the woman how exactly her sisters -and herself managed to be 'arbitrarily ' given that specific number for parking. Everywhere. We're there morons out there who actually believed that they were getting anywhere with that bullshit? The hanger dropped. Standing with a sign then turning around Gid walked off the ship, saying over shoulder -Gid- "Alem! Shakk! Wachamio!" And the other two Twi'leck came close behind
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 17, 2021 13:16:49 GMT -8
Stoarming into the spaceport Gid pair the toll. There it was.... The Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft, Th Hand Maid Tail. Eyes rising high her teeth clenching and lips drawing back the dropping as the hatch of the ship fell open. Boarding the vessel and taking her place in this pilot's seat, Gid fired up the engine. Alem carrying g Shakkk scarcely got on the ship before the door shut. The ship rose from the ground and they exited the docking bay slowly
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Aria
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Post by Aria on Dec 16, 2021 10:57:00 GMT -8
*an open pad available, capable in size to support an X-70B phantom though a little tight but it will work. Aria put her ship down. The ship drew some unwanted eyes but such is the risk flying something only owned by those with highest clearances in old imperial intelligence communities. Sometimes it was good to have connections.
The former sith lord turned aimless wanderer stumbled down the ramp of her ship. She had cleary been drinking again. Catching her footing in the dirt covered pad; sun beating down. She glared up. Her gold eyes squinting at the blinding light. Aria shook her head and mumbled under her breath.*
"How do I always find my way back to this S*** hole."
*she flagged down an attendant*
"Hey, you... I got a bad fuel cell, see what you can do with it"
*the attendant grunted in annoyance but complied. His face perked up when he saw the handful of credits Aria tossed in front of him. Enough money to last him 3 months*
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Post by Calok Warr on Dec 28, 2021 10:53:59 GMT -8
" ... and here I thought your kind could handle liquor like it was water. "
Calok stepped out from a shadow in the corner of then hangar. His mandalorian armor coated in the dust kicked up by the ships passing in and our. One hand resting in the top of his blaster. He was ready to shoot at any moment; uncertain how his encounter with the seemingly drunk woman would go.
"I hear you've been looking for me... yet it seems I've found you."
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Post by Aria on Dec 30, 2021 14:30:44 GMT -8
*Aria spat our here drink. What was he doing here?! She thought to herself especially all considered she had been looking for him. She regained her composure, wiping her mouth from the alcoholic spray that just occurred.
"Cal, what a pleasant surprise. You know I was just trying to find you. We have some business to discuss"
*She pulled her half-drunk self up a bit from leaning against the loading ramp of her ship and began walking towards Calok with a sense of purpose but also a casual sway to her steps.*
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Feb 17, 2024 2:45:01 GMT -8
And so Boland, and the ship he was now piloting came ripping into Mos Eisley… Was much as he remembered thought.Boland; no less a pit than the last time that he had staggered through the spaceport.with that he powering down and standing the man ran a hand through the thick hair of Grace saying -Boland- “c’mon Lovely.” He walked slowly off the vessel and Grace tagged behind. Running to catch the pair came Maureen, the beast of a dog at her side. Just seconds before the hatch shut The Raven escaped
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 13, 2024 20:49:19 GMT -8
Having left the pub the adults walked with a little girl between them, with Boland to her right & Grace on the girl’s left.The hound head down as his eyes and nose worked overtime, strolled behind. And high above the motley crew The Raven flew. Grace’s eyes thinned as she thought. Everything had rhyme and reason, so she’d been taught and indeed believed….
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