Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on May 20, 2014 11:48:41 GMT -8
Jud gave the offer a quaint smirk of gratitude. Half of the thugs before them was a mighty fine offer. Two verse twenty was a tall order, but between the two of them the Old Sith doubted that twenty common bantha-lovers would even have them breaking a sweat - and it was the middle of the day.
"Half and half..." Jud began, the amusement in his voice carrying over to Hiro's waiting ears. "Seems fair enough to me, you're game, stranger." The Sith finished with a nod of his hooded head, as he took stock of the scum before him. With the training and skill of centuries all it took was a cursory glance to ascertain the situation. Three had modified armor, maybe some kind of cheap-arse beskar, and slugthrowers. Four had improvised melee weapons; a electro-club, and assorted vibro-blades of personal taste and style. Out of the remaining three; two had blasters, and the last a curved sword that glistened eerily in the twin sun's midday shine.
Jud's head turned slightly towards the stranger. "That obvious?" Was all the Sith said, as his vagabond guise whisked away like smoke, revealing the darkly cloaked figure that lay beneath. His Que'tek veil lifted allowing his dark presence to ebb out from him. It irked Jud that he had been called out, but then again nothing about this man seemed remotely "the status quo". With a thought one of his prized saber leapt to an outstretched hand that offered it to the stranger to his back.
"If you lose that, or worse get it destroyed..." Jud whispered intensely. "I'll make you wish you were never an itch in your daddy's pants." He was deathly serious. There was nothing about his sabers that was taken lightly. Especially "loaning them out". Just the thought of someone else wielding his most intimate of intimates made the Sith uneasy to the point of nausea.
"Oh, cute." Said the leader of the group, before laughing slightly. "Seems we have ourselves some Forcies fellas." He finished, before his face returned to it's scowling exterior. "Make sure you put as many rounds in their heads as possible."
Jud gave the announcement a lick of his lips. The ever present lust for violence running like electricity through him in eager anticipation of life snuffing. This was going to be fun.
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Post by X on May 27, 2014 16:46:24 GMT -8
Ashur had kept himself quite busy over the past few days, wandering through shops, buying various electrical parts for some unknown purpose. He had spent a night or two assembling the parts into strange devices before distributing them throughout the city, making sure he wasn't seen in the process. A day or so after doing this, the former Sith lord wandered into a random junk shop somewhere in the center of the city. Ashur looked around the various shelves quite slowly, the shop keeper(a Neimodian) watching him with apparent suspicion as he inspected each shelf. After a few minutes the shop keeper went to the back, giving Ashur enough time to leave a small device on one of the shelves. By the time the shop keeper returned, Ashur was already gone.
Several hours later, the shop keeper began taking stock of his wares, making sure nothing had been taken by the strange man who came in earlier that day. Nearing the end of his stock check, the Neimodian found a small device, a small tube with a button on the end of it. The old shop keep scratched his head for a moment, not quite sure what to make of the object. After inspecting the object a little more he decided to put it back on the shelf with the other junk, that was until curiosity got the better of him anyway. For some reason he couldn't explain, the shop keep felt the irresistible urge to press the button on the device. "What could the harm be? It's just a piece of junk", he thought as he pressed his finger down on the button. What followed would cause the old Neimodian to freeze in pure terror before causing him to feel something quite sickening in the pit of his stomach.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city in a abandoned watchtower, Ashur was busy tinkering with some small electrical parts when he heard the sound of several loud explosions somewhere in the city. He quickly left what he was doing and moved over to the room's single window. He could see quite clearly the explosions in the distance, most of which were around the center of the city. "Good, it seems he took the bait. Now lets see how my little experiment proceeds" Ashur said as his lips curled into an eerie smile. The truth of the matter was that the devices he had been placing around the city were in fact bombs and the device he left behind in the junk shop was actually the detonator. The reason behind his decision to leave the detonator in that particular shop was quite simple: he needed a place where it's signal would reach all the bombs in order to detonate them properly. That, and he needed to find a place where the point of detonation would be obvious to any would-be investigators.
"Of course, anyone worth their salt will quickly realize that it was all set up, but those will be the people worth dealing with." The slender man said as he watched the crowds surge through the streets below him in sheer panic.
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The Holy Man
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Post by The Holy Man on Jun 4, 2014 11:04:17 GMT -8
Jud gave the offer a quaint smirk of gratitude. Half of the thugs before them was a mighty fine offer. Two verse twenty was a tall order, but between the two of them the Old Sith doubted that twenty common bantha-lovers would even have them breaking a sweat - and it was the middle of the day.
"Half and half..." Jud began, the amusement in his voice carrying over to Hiro's waiting ears. "Seems fair enough to me, you're game, stranger." The Sith finished with a nod of his hooded head, as he took stock of the scum before him. With the training and skill of centuries all it took was a cursory glance to ascertain the situation. Three had modified armor, maybe some kind of cheap-arse beskar, and slugthrowers. Four had improvised melee weapons; a electro-club, and assorted vibro-blades of personal taste and style. Out of the remaining three; two had blasters, and the last a curved sword that glistened eerily in the twin sun's midday shine. Jud's head turned slightly towards the stranger. "That obvious?" Was all the Sith said, as his vagabond guise whisked away like smoke, revealing the darkly cloaked figure that lay beneath. His Que'tek veil lifted allowing his dark presence to ebb out from him. It irked Jud that he had been called out, but then again nothing about this man seemed remotely "the status quo". With a thought one of his prized saber leapt to an outstretched hand that offered it to the stranger to his back.
"If you lose that, or worse get it destroyed..." Jud whispered intensely. "I'll make you wish you were never an itch in your daddy's pants." He was deathly serious. There was nothing about his sabers that was taken lightly. Especially "loaning them out". Just the thought of someone else wielding his most intimate of intimates made the Sith uneasy to the point of nausea.
"Oh, cute." Said the leader of the group, before laughing slightly. "Seems we have ourselves some Forcies fellas." He finished, before his face returned to it's scowling exterior. "Make sure you put as many rounds in their heads as possible."
Jud gave the announcement a lick of his lips. The ever present lust for violence running like electricity through him in eager anticipation of life snuffing. This was going to be fun. If it means that much to you, I'll pass. I was gracious for the offer, but I had to politely decline. To place something of such high value in my hands was a great deal of trust for a stranger, and I didn't want something to accidentally happen to it. Plus, I could manage just fine without it.
I took a deep breath, drawing air into my lungs and drawing the Force in around me. I channeled the power through myself, feeling the warm embrace as it enveloped me. No matter who it was, twenty on two was one-sided, so it was time to even the playing field a little bit. I channeled the Force energy through my hands, directing it at the ground as I stepped back into my partner, creating a Force Push directed at the ground all around us. In an instant, there was a wave of sand blasting outward in every direction around us, creating a screen between us and our opponents.
With the speed of lightning, my hands shot behind my back below my coat, each hand gripping the pommel of a dao. In that moment, many things happened all at once. I closed my eyes as my heartbeat slowed to the pace of a slow drum. The wave of sand slowed as it flew through the air, all but coming to a stop as the tiny granules hung in the air. Now that I was fully immersed in Force Speed, it was time to begin. I didn't have much time, having exhausted energy in both the Push and the Force speed, so I had to move quick.
I started to the left of my group, where the first person held a blaster pistol in his hand. I took two steps towards him, my left hand lashing out, cutting a swath through the wall of sand before taking his blaster hand off at the wrist. My right blade drove into his abdomen, twisting as I removed it in the motion of bringing my left blade across my body and into the side of the neck of the second man, who had also been holding a blaster.
With those two men dispatched, I kept moving, making the best use of time moving slowly around me. I moved on to the third and fourth men, who were both holding large knives. I brought my left blade down into the forehead of the third man, as my left sword came in from the side, going under the fourth man's ribs and into his vital organs.
As I removed both blades from their targets, I noticed that the leader was next. I left him alone, and moved on to the sixth and seventh men. I could feel that I was running out of energy to keep up this pace, so I became more efficient in my attack. I slashed my right blade across the 6th man's throat, and used the momentum to do the same to the seventh man. I kept moving, bringing my left blade down into the side of the eighth man's throat.
Now, that left the leader, and the two men who had been at the right side of my semi-circle. I shifted in front of them and drove both of my blades forward into their chests, wasting no time in removing them directly after. With the assailants all dispatched hastily, I took a few quick steps back to my original position, holding my blades down at my sides. I didn't know where my partner was... I was hoping he would take advantage of my distraction. As if I was holding my breath for all of that time, I exhaled heavily, feeling the sweat on my brow, the chills of cold running through my body, and the fatigue of losing my focus, which tended to happen after using Force Speed for so long. As the air left my body, it was as if time jumped back to life, the granules of sand mixing with droplets of blood as it all fell to the ground.
The leader of the thugs looked at me as if nothing had happened, and after a few short heartbeats, all of the men around him fell to the ground, dead in pools of their own blood. The leader looked at them, horrified, and then back to me as I stood in place while the blood of his men ran down the edges of my swords. I gave him a wry smile that meant only one thing... He was next. |
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Jun 5, 2014 11:13:12 GMT -8
"Very well..." Was all the Sith answered back, lowering the offered hand to his side, his sabers still inactive.
Jud stared out on his opponents, calculating the myriad of attacks he could exact upon them. It was then that he felt the swelling of the Force to the man at his back. A wicked smile crossed the Sith's face in understanding, and he started to crouch just before the Force wave was unleashed upon their unsuspecting victims. With the wall of dust and desert sand kicked up before him, Jud's muscles tensed then sprang into action; like a leaping nexu.
There were shouts of confusion from beyond the sand curtain, and the sense of panic brought the Old Sith's blood lust to the fore. He much preferred to face Force users, but this was still a challenge... One verses ten. A nice way to test himself, it had been far too long after all, he as out of practice. Jud allowed himself to become The Debased, he allowed his shackled fury, rage, and avarice to flow forth from the cell in which he kept his nicknamed self in. The swell in power was instantaneously evident as he too moved with super human speed. The first bolt shots puncturing the sand blindly as he leapt through in an incensed berserker-like manner.
The Debased exited the sand and was on top of a slugthrower thug, his leap placing him too close to the man to fire again, but it seemed he was reloading anyways. The Sith's sabers had exited his hands, disappearing back into the dark figure's robes. As his left hand shattered the slugthrower by clenching his fist, his right hand came down in a furious heel-palm strike to the thug's face. The sound of wet crunching could be heard, as the man's face crumpled in like a wet paper bag. Jud's hand exited the wound and the Debase cackled in glee as the ruby red ichor trickled off his fingers.
With the enemy in their midst, the others shouted more panicked curses, turning in on the Sith in tandem to take him out. Both remaining slugthrowers opened up in a thudding rhythm of shells on the spot where the cloaked figure stood, still holding the limp carcass of their colleague.
Jud reacted, using the thugs armored body as a shield, as he advanced on the two men seemingly unhindered by the weight he was carrying in front of him. The Darkside was strong, the Force stronger, and the Old Sith was more attuned with it than most. He felt the panic rise as he closed in on his aggressors, and it spurned him on further. The endless fear of death an intoxicating cocktail to his darkened senses. The impacts of slugs against their former comrade turned him into a cratered hunk of meat, and as Jud reached his striking point he flung the body ahead of him.
"Shoot him for-..." One of the slug-thugs shouted as he dodged the bloodied body. Him and his cohort rolling to each side of the flying corpse. Only to recover to the distinct snap hiss, and humming of blades moving through the dry Tatooine air. They only had enough time to look up and see the burning red eye of the Debased before their vision oddly went in a circular motion before landing with a thud upside down. With just enough life left to realize in horror that they were seeing eachothers beheaded bodies slump to the dusty ground. Jud laughed, ending his advance and turning around in time to deflect several blaster bolts towards him with lazy parries.
"No, no more gun play..." The Sith spoke, but it was with another voice. A hollow voice, one devoid of any humanity or morals... It was eerie just to hear. No sooner had the Debased voiced his thought both blaster holders howled in pain as their hands were shattered by an unseen force. Their guns crushing and mingling with their destroyed flesh in a preserved union. Jud wiped his hands as if he were cleaning them off. "Now we dance." He said, the maniacal grin on his face only widening as he watched the remaining men stand their ground at first, only to retreat step by step with his advance. "No takers?" The Sith asked whimsically with a shrug... "Fine then, I'll come to you."
In what could have been a blink of the eye, or the amount of time to draw a stifled breath. The Sith was on top of the front ranks of remaining men. His sabers had retreated back to his robes. He was going to make this sporting, not a wash out. He wanted to feel their lives blink out in the Force, and doing so with his sabers was too easy and clean. No, he wanted this to be bloodied, or rather, the Debase yearned for it.
The first thug came at Jud with a roar, slashing his sizable vibro-dagger towards the Sith's throat. With relative ease Jud allowed the slash to pass him before stepping off to the man's vulnerable side. The thug realized he had over shot and came back with a reverse strike, but it was too late, Jud was in place and nothing would stop him from exacting as much pain as possible on this man. With lightening speed and laser-like precision Jud caught the man's back strike at the forearm with his right hand, as his left hand heel-palmed the man's elbow with a sickening pop of destroyed sinew and joint. The thug screamed, but the Sith continued, bringing his right foot down on the man's lower leg, shattering it mid-tibia. He screamed out again before his cries were cut short into gurgling as his blade was thrust into his neck, his devastated arm turned in on himself by Jud's hands.
Jud sidestepped the shriek of a sword cutting the air as he let go of his kill to face the remaining band. There were four left - if he didn't count the mewling two that had their hands crushed. They all had blades. "Excellent!" The Debase exclaimed as the sword wielding thug countered, slicing and hacking at the Sith in a desperate way of retaliation, while his remaining friends closed in on Jud from all sides.
A ballsy thrug lunged at Jud, aiming to stick his vibro-blade into the Sith's spine, as he sidestepped another wild slash from the thug's sword wielding comrade. Jud turned on his heals, the blade passing through close enough to slice his robes. With his momentum the Sith spun around, checking the thug's leg and chopping to the back of his neck. The audible pop of crushed vertebrae telling his remaining friends that he was dead. The sword whizzed past Jud's head again, and a frown creased across the otherwise grinning death mask of a face the Sith had been wearing. With a quick roll, the Sith popped up in the man's guard as he readied for another wild set of strikes. Jud kneed him in the groin, as he simultaneously heel-palm struck the thug on his chin. His jaw shattered along with his teeth, spilling out of his mouth like white shards of opals, as the man's grip slackened on the sword.
Jud took up the sword and turned on his heels, slashing the blade through its former owner shoulder to hip, cutting the man in twain. The remaining two thugs charged in a futile final assault as Jud turned to face them. With the skill of a Makashi master, Jud feinted as the two came in together, thinking possibly that they could outwit the Sith. Both readjusted to Jud's feint as expected, and both died soon there after. One losing both of his hands and head, the other being bisected by a retorting strike.
"Pathetic!" The Debase growled, as he dropped the bloodied sword with disgust, surveying the swath of bodies he'd left around him. It was disgust at the lack of any satisfaction from killing lessors. They were lessors, insects really... Jud spat on the ground and looked towards the two he had only wounded, then to his new companion that seemed to have left the band's leader for last. Jud looked back towards the two man he had wounded and considered killing them, yet he figured he'd keep them alive, maybe his sparing partner needed them? Maybe he wouldn't get anything from their leader.
Jud walked over to the two men, who cowered at his advance, before he crouched down close to them. "Oh, don't worry... I'm not going to kill you yet. I'll leave that to the other guy." The Debase grinned.
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Faust Skirata
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Post by Faust Skirata on Jun 8, 2014 6:36:58 GMT -8
The descent from Tatooine's orbit was uneventful, as he'd anticipated. No security forces attempted to hail him, no fighters came to intercept him. His identification transponder was logged- most likely some automated system that had been put in place when the Mandalorians were in charge- but that didn't matter. If anyone decided to dig into the transponder's origins they'd realize it was fake, assigned to a junked cruiser active during the Galactic Civil War. Not that anyone was likely to go to such pains on this ball of dirt.
The freighter skimmed low enough over the city of Mos Eisley that Faust could make out the sentients prowling the streets. From this distance they were indistinguishable from one another: all tightly wrapped in dark fabrics and hoods, moving hurriedly from place to place. The twin suns' scorching heat had them all lingering in the rare patch of shade, hugging the sides of buildings and using alley ways whenever possible. He didn't blame them. This was his first visit to Tatooine, but he'd heard tales of the wicked heat from a few of the soldiers that had been stationed here during the occupation.
From the look of things, the heat would be the least of his trouble.
He set down in a spaceport constructed of crumbling ferrocrete. It was a droid that came to collect the docking fee- a measly fifty credits for three days. He paid it, more concerned with the building's groans and creaks than the list of policies the droid was reciting. Departing while it was mid-sentence, Faust threw a simple, earth-toned cloak over his armor. It served the dual purpose of concealing his armament and protecting him from the heat.
With Faust's first step outside came the realization that the stories he had heard paled in comparison to the reality. The heat was immense, a palpable thing that leeched the strength from your bones and dried your mouth instantaneously. Squinting against the harsh light, his ruined features all the more horrifying in such brightness, the Mandalorian set out into the city.
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 8, 2014 18:10:49 GMT -8
It wasn't long until they entered Mos Eisley and Gavin landed the ship in an open area. Lowering the ramp, he stood to his feet and removed all of his sabers and set them on the floor.* "Ladies first."
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jun 8, 2014 18:20:35 GMT -8
Ty stood, leaving her cloak in the chair and exited the ship before him, waiting at the bottom of the ramp. She smiled as she looked around, already this city looked better than the last one they had just come from, more lively. There were a few people walking around that looked like they were into all sorts of mischief. Ty twirled and looked back at Gavin with a big smile
I love it already!
With her hands on her hips, sabers in plain view, she breathed in deeply and grinned, ready for some fun now that her assignment on this miserable rock was finished. She tried to keep the nagging conscience of her papa's voice in the back of her head, telling her to not cause trouble and to just meet him over Alzoc. Ty looked at Gavin again and took his arm
Shall we?
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 8, 2014 18:23:36 GMT -8
*Gavin nodded.* Yes we shall. I believe there is a good bar just over here." *He walked on for a moment before he saw it.* "Here we go." *Turning he pulled Tyra into Louise's bar.*
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Darian Beviin
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 16, 2014 8:53:05 GMT -8
Sand blasted his dark armor with each step; the battered Bes'uliik that docked in Mos Eisley drew a multitude of prying eyes, but the man that emerged scattered them just as quickly. The grim, metallic visage had become a legend, foreboding violence and despair for those he did not call allies.
And he had so few of those.
The clattering of his tomahawk against the leg of his armor echoed mundane. Every step he and Gorehound had taken together had made them less master and servant, more unified force of lethality. While his beskar'gam was nothing extraordinary, Gorehound was something sublime.
Gilded obsidian beskar hammered in hellfire, the ornate weapon looked almost demonic. The crooked edge carved in a tactical shape showed evidence of many battles, dried blood on the blade's face ornamental and imposing. The backside of the weapon boasted a claw-like spike, as though he had wrested it free of a Dragon and given it new purpose.
In Kad, all things found new purpose. Glorious and fleeting, beautiful in one moment and gone in the next. Beneath the implacable visor, Darian cast his judgmental gaze on the filth that littered Mos Eisley, and he let out a dull, dry laugh. "This is where you would meet me, Faust'ika?" Darian almost shook his head, though his words were muted to the world beyond his HUD. "A flock gone awry, swathed in the laconic embrace of Arasuum?"
The tattered leathers draped over his shoulder danced as he turned his head toward the dock guard, who matched his gaze with contrived confidence. "Your credentials, sir?" The guard recited dutifully. "...or ma'am?"
Darian reached slowly back, and the man noticed the auto-shotgun magnetically locked to the back plates of his armor. The Priest watched the guard shift nervously toward his weapon. When he slipped the data card from the base of his helmet into his hand, he saw the man visibly relax. ::New to guard duty?:: Darian drawled in an accent lacking, mechanical monotone.
"New to Mandalorians," the man admitted. Darian cracked a grin.
::Most people are.::
The card brought up a holoprojection of his armor and the face beneath, but the guard doubted he would ever get a chance to match them. Instead, he relied on good faith that the weapons and systems Beviin provided were credible. He knew immediately he was being naive.
"What brings you to Mos Eisley?"
::Too many questions.:: Darian cut the conversation short.
"Be aware, the Hutts dislike your kind. After the last call for Crusade. You understand."
::The Hunts can get kriffed,:: Darian responded evenly, ::they owe me a debt, and where Kad sends his children is not for them to say.::
"All the same," the guard swallowed. His eyes glanced sidelong toward another set of guards, finally aroused in their suspicions enough to walk toward them. "You should go. You're drawing attention."
::Occupational hazard,:: the Mandalorian responded, then he stepped past into the wretched hive of scum and villainy beyond.
"Darian Beviin," the guard mouthed when the Priest was gone. "I heard that name circulating after Yavin. I wonder who he was..."
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Trull Ordo
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Post by Trull Ordo on Jun 16, 2014 10:31:14 GMT -8
Trull felt old. There was an aching in his knees and at the base of his spine which refused to ease no matter how many times he shifted his position, and he had given up on seeking relief about half an hour ago. The entry vibrations rocking the shuttle did not help, nor did the bare metal slab which he was using as a seat. Even beyond the pains in his body, Trull's eyes were tired and all he really wanted to do was sleep. Possibly sleep forever, and just die of old age in his slumber, culled by his god as peacefully as could be.
The priest was staring at a small screen bearing Faust's message, and had been staring at that same screen for the past few hours. He didn't know what to make of it. An invitation from a rogue acolyte of the defunct priesthood of a forgotten war-god to an irrelevant warrior people. Trull had never felt so discarded, yet he could not shake a feeling of slow decay. The galaxy's spin was slowing where once it whirled furiously, and now it ground along with a grinding and groaning more pleasing to Arasuum than Kad Ha'rangir.
All because of that damned crusade, Trull mused, smiling without a hint of good humor. Mand'alor Ashrah's attempted holy war had fizzled out and died, and far too many Mando'ade had died along with it for Trull's dead faith to excuse it. The priest had gone into seclusion, roaming aimlessly with a single shuttle and a few aides. His personal corps of warriors had scattered - those who had survived that scouting mission to Dantooine. This transmission had been the first he'd received in months, from anybody, and now he sat and stared at it blankly.
He shivered. The spartan quarters were chilly when roaming the starry void, but now as they entered the atmosphere and approached Mos Eisley, the warmer air outside slowly warmed the ship as well. Yet Trull shivered still, uneasy. Faust had been devout, certainly, but he had never shown any sort of vision or aptitude for leadership. He had been a weapon to be unleashed, and an admirably effective one; but a weapon, all the same. This summons was unlooked-for and perplexing, and so Trull had sat in his quarters, without sleep or food or any word, for hours.
We are approaching Mos Eisley and preparing to land, sir.
He started slightly at the crackling voice from the cockpit, then shook himself and nodded. He stood, stretching his naked body and feeling his joints pop - including one in his hips, which he realized had been the source of his discomfort. Trull pressed a button on the comm unit to ping the cockpit and acknowledge the message, for he had no appetite for speech at the moment. Standing statuesque in the middle of his floor, he looked at himself and snorted. He would have to get dressed now.
When the ramp lowered in the spaceport, Trull stepped down looking nothing like the warrior he had been. Rather than armor, he wore simple clothes: his black kilt, black boots, a blue shirt, and a tan jacket. The jacket served admirably well to hide the knife on his belt and the pistol tucked into his kilt. He needed no trappings to underscore his personal gravity, and it was hot out. In a moment of contrition, he realized that conforming to the demands of comfort was likely immensely pleasing to the Sloth God. The armorweave under his shirt would be a penance, then, as was the dew of sweat that formed within seconds of his arrival into the sunlight.
He had not set foot on any world in a long time. The fresh air was invigorating, the fierce light and heat a blessing to his skin - skin which had begun to pale in the deadness of space. As he walked towards the tavern, Trull's mind was whirling, freshened by the new surroundings. A realization was dawning which he wanted nothing more than to suppress, and so he stubbornly shoved it away. There was the tavern.
Let's get this over with.
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 26, 2014 17:57:56 GMT -8
*Gavin ended up taking the lead as he lead Tyra back to his ship. As they walked, he wondered if there was anything she brought that they didn't bring from Mos Espa.*
"Was there anything that you brought with you that was left back in Mos Espa?"
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jun 26, 2014 18:14:38 GMT -8
Ty shrugged, her hands gently placed on his arm as he escorted her to the ship, her cheeks now flushed a deep red and her eyes a little glassy
My bag, but it's all clothes, Papa will probably have my usual room on his ship stocked with more.
Her grin turned a little mischievous before she looked up at him with a sweet, yet tipsy look on her face
Everything I need is on my hip or on your ship!
With a giggle at her rhyme, Ty added a little skip to her walk before she took to looking around at everything with half-closed eyes.
Ooooh! my turn! Um.... running over the frozen terrain on Alzoc! Oh that's fun!
When she said "fun", Ty gave Gavin a playful slap on the shoulder with her free hand and giggled again, this time hiccuping at the end
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 26, 2014 18:20:23 GMT -8
*Gavin gave a small chuckle as she hiccuped. She might talk like she could last a long time when drinking, though it was clear it was starting to take affect They finally made it to the landing port, Gavin ship just in front of him.* "Yes, I'm quite certain that's fun. Probably need a good warming up afterwards, I wager."
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jun 26, 2014 18:27:42 GMT -8
She picked up on his thoughts and glared playfully, up at him.
That Kicker was stronger than the ones I'm used to! Heehee!
Ty laughed playfully, and leaned on Gavin's arm with another "hic" sound
Oh that did need warming up!
She winked at him before turning to his ship
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Gavin Phoenix
The Dark Jedi Order
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 27, 2014 10:46:14 GMT -8
*Gavin made his way onto the ship with Tyra close in tow. He went straight to the cockpit and took a seat, his fingers running across the console to power up the ship. As he did he waited for Tyra to take a seat.*
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jun 27, 2014 11:13:43 GMT -8
Tyra skipped in behind him and plopped right down in his lap, resting an arm around his shoulders as she giggled happily. He might think her drunk but once they got to Valstrol, he would find out just how good her control was. Ty's cheeks were still flushed a bright red, which were made more noticed by her pale skin, and as she looked at him her eyes were a little hazy but still sparkled with mischief.
Your turn mister!
Ty called upon her force abilities to pull her cloak over from where she had left it in the seat when they had first landed, and wrapped it around them both
There! Snug as a bug in a rug!
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 27, 2014 11:25:13 GMT -8
*Gavin stopped and shook his head with a small smile.* "First, can you punch in the coordinates for our destination?"
*He gave her the smallest of looks before looking back to the console.* "My turn, huh? Trying not to care can make one tired."
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jun 27, 2014 11:42:40 GMT -8
Ty laughed and pulled her communicator from her shirt and looked at it, pulling out the coordinates that her father had sent, she "punched them in" as it were before stuffing the small tech back down her shirt and pulling the cloak around them again
Space is cold! We need to stay warm!
She giggled and put a finger to her chin in thought after he answered with not caring. How to answer with a better thing.
Not caring does make one tired... Buuuuuuuut.... I'd say wrestling matches!
Ty winked at him, her smile even more broad as she nuzzled her cloak up around her neck
I am superb at wrestling matches.
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 27, 2014 11:59:38 GMT -8
"It's not that cold." *Gavin reached around her and navigated the ship up from the ground and slowly took it away from the city and into the atmosphere.*
"I bet you are superb, or at least, people let you believe that anyway." *He chuckled to himself.* "Training under heavy weight."
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jun 27, 2014 12:09:51 GMT -8
She seemed a little offended at that last comment and made a "hmph" sound, wrenching her cloak from over him and wrapping it completely around herself.
I AM a good wrestler, Big Brother says I'm "scrappy" and can hold my own! And since you're being a meanie head, no covers for you!
Her pout turned into a most seductive smile as she turned back to face him and she winked
"Other" forms of wrestling makes me sleepy too! hic But only after a hard day of training!
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