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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 7:36:53 GMT -8
Palace
Frustrated as he is that the security footage proves essentially useless where tracking the kidnappers is concerned, Fumnanya is not oblivious to the fact that Makena's show of silent strength seems to him more an act than genuine, and he rests a hand on her shoulder and says, "We'll find them," in a voice more certain than he himself feels at the moment.
Seeing no point in sticking around, and thinking a distraction might do both him and Makena some good, Fumnanya asks, "Want to take a walk? Nodding towards the door, he decides to be more decisive, adding, Let's take a walk. To give a suggestion about where they might go, Fumnanya asks, Where are these friends of yours going to meet us?"
Island
Vejide meets and holds the Zabrak's eyes with her own defiantly when the cutlass is pointed threateningly at her, no fear at all in her eyes even though she can see nothing in the Zabrak's posture that suggests his threat is in any way an idle one.
Glancing towards Enitan when he expresses his sympathy for what she assumes is the death of the Zabrak's daughter, which sounds as though it involved Enitan's father in some way, Vejide keeps still and silent otherwise, the fact that the King appears intent on cooperating with the Zabrak's demands only so comforting. As she waits to learn more about the reasons behind her and Enitan's kidnapping, Vejide, no stranger to violence, surreptitiously looks around to try and get a picture of how many hostiles are visible, what they are armed with, and the general layout of the area; the odds of making a stand or of affecting an escape may be slim, but Vejide has never been one to just sit and let others decide her fate, and sees no reason to change now.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2017 19:54:05 GMT -8
Thirty years ago on the sea . . .
Readying herself to press her attack on Berengar when the Jedi staggers backwards after she has head-butted him, Thalassa halts upon hearing the female Zabrak speaking from behind her. A smile as mischievous as it is vicious appearing on her lips after the Zabrak has finished speaking, Thalassa meets Berengar's eyes briefly to silently convey to her enemy both that she has no intention of surrendering to the new foe that has entered the scene and who threatens them both and that she would welcome a temporary alliance with him so that they can try to escape the new threat, and then calls the Force to her so that she can, with the blindingly fast speed that is hers to command by virtue of her mastery of the Force, backflip swiftly, turning in midair to face the Zabrak and her comrades.
Fast as she is, Thalassa is not fast enough to dispatch all of the pirates, able only to kill or knock out four of them before the female Zabrak leading the group, dropping back as Thalassa had flipped backwards to engage her and the others in the boarding party, ends her resistance by firing a blaster bolt to her abdomen and another to her left knee that causes her to crumple to the floor.
Drawing a second blaster from a holster at the small of her back, the female Zabrak levels one at Thalassa's head and the other at Berengar's chest or back depending on where and how he is positioned relative to her, growling, "Last chance, surrender or die."
A remote island on the sea - Present Day
Smiling as though speaking to an old friend, the aged, muscular Zabrak lifts his cutlass away from Vejide's neck, cheerfully saying to Enitan, "Well, Your Highness, I for one am glad that you'll be needin' no display of just how sincere my threat was. Sheathing the cutlass, the Zabrak smiles apologetically as he tells Vejide, So sorry 'bout the unpleasantness, poppet, but you've simply found yourself in the ol' wrong place at the wrong time, haven't you? All traces of amusement or artificial civility leaving his eyes, the Zabrak coldly continues, Just keep yourself off my radar, poppet, and you may just make it out alive. Dismissing Vejide by focusing his eyes on Enitan, the Zabrak tosses a comlink to him and says, Contact my old friends, Your Highness. I'll give them the coordinates when the time comes."
The area the ship had set down in is clearly a natural cavern, only the large door that closes as the Zabrak responsible for abducting Enitan and Vejide of manufactured origin. There are three tunnels evident in the hangar like area, leading deeper into the cavern, all guarded and distant enough from where the ship had set down that there is little chance of reaching them before the kidnappers could cut anyone with the mind to try and make a break for them down.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 22:58:11 GMT -8
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Vejide curses mentally once, having observed all that she can of her surroundings and coming to the conclusion that escape is, at the moment, all but impossible, she is forced to admit that she is, at least for the present, undeniably and frustratingly at the mercy of their captors. After arching an eyebrow in mild annoyance as she nods to convey to the Zabrak that she has understood his not entirely reassuring reassurance that she has a better chance of surviving the situation she has found herself in the middle of if she keeps her head down and doesn't try anything foolish, Vejide takes a deep breath and relaxes as best she can under the circumstances, glancing over towards Enitan with a curious expression as she waits to see if the King will comply with their captor's wishes.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 9:48:05 GMT -8
Thirty years ago upon the sea . . .
A part of Berengar feels a savage sense of glee as he watches Thalassa fall to the blaster fire that greets her attempted defiance, though he cannot entirely set aside the pity he feels for her as he watches her face contort in pain. Keeping his hands in the air to make it clear that he will not resist capture; for he can see no end to any resistance he himself might mount other than being blasted to the ground just as his mortal enemy has been, and elects to instead bide his time and wait and watch for an opportunity to succeed where Thalassa has failed.
The pirate scum may have the upper hand now, but, Berengar tells himself as calls upon all the patience his training has instilled in him, the worm may yet turn . . .
A remote island on the sea, present day . . .
Catching the comlink that the Zabrak throws to him, Enitan clenches his jaw as he nods, knowing that if he and Vejide have any hope of surviving their captivity he will need to knowingly invite old friends into danger. Saying a silent prayer to ask forgiveness, Enitan enters the comm frequency of one of his oldest friends . . .
Zeltros City, present day . . . .
The relentless pinging of his comlink finally forces Berengar, once a Jedi Investigator that has been listed as by the Order as missing in action for thirty years now, to wake from his restful slumber. Disentangling himself from the woman laying beside him, Berengar reaches over to silence the comlink before it can wake her as well, his bare feet padding softly on the floor as he walks from their bedroom before answering the comlink.
At sixty six years of age, Berengar is not in quite as good shape as he had been when crash landing on Zeltros so many years ago, yet though his frame is heavier, the habits instilled in him during his time with the Jedi Order have ensured that he is more fit than most his age. Where he was always clean shaven and short haired in his youth, Berengar is now bearded, the hair on his chin only slightly less filled with grey than that upon his head, his hair worn longer now that he has allowed the idyllic nature of the life he has found here on Zeltros to blunt the sharp edges the Jedi Order had inspired within him.
The comlink brings ill tidings, and Berengar lingers near a window overlooking the city after he has informed Enitan and the old Zabrak Berengar had thought he would never see or hear from again after their last parting of ways that he will come to where they wait. If only, Berengar thinks bitterly as he turns from the window to return to the bedroom, he alone had been called upon to make what may prove to be his final journey.
Sitting on the edge of their bed, Berengar looks down with a faint smile at the sleeping face of the woman he loves more than life itself, pausing a moment to watch her in peaceful repose before, with heavy heart, leaning down to kiss her forehead and then gently shaking her shoulder to wake her. . . .
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2017 22:22:22 GMT -8
Zeltros City, now . . .
Thalassa stretches like a cat when summoned from sleep by the shaking of her shoulder, entwining her wiry arms overhead as she purrs and smiles at Berengar. Thirty years on Zeltros has changed them both, Thalassa reflects at times when given to introspection, her ever so much more so than he; the remove of time and what she has found in and with the Jedi she once would have slain without hesitation making it difficult to believe she was once capable of such all consuming rage and hate, and to recall what birthed within her the capacity for such acts as those she committed before fate brought her to Zeltros.
Thalassa's smile fades when she sees Berengar's pensive expression, her bond with him enabling her to sense how troubled he is. Lifting a thin fingered hand to stroke Berengar's bearded cheek, Thalassa frowns and asks worriedly, "What is it?"
After Berengar has explained what has happened, and what must happen because of it, they dress and depart for the Royal Palace where Makena waits. Though she is four years his elder, Thalassa appears more youthful than he; the preservative effects of her time immersed in the Dark Side having not yet begun to release her into Time's currents, though it has not left her entirely unmarred, a faint orange tint lingering in her irises while certain veins in her face and neck remain darkened. As she watches out of the passenger window of their speeder without truly seeing the view, Thalassa feels the dim stirring of resentment within her without fearing it will blossom and bear fruit; resenting Berengar a little for clinging to ideals that may kill them both, resenting the King and Queen that have given her and Berengar their haven here on the world that healed them both and freed them from the conflict which would have ultimately destroyed one or both of them, and resenting most of all the Zabrak who has emerged from a past Thalassa would prefer had been left forgotten. Beneath the resentment Thalassa can feel the embers of the hatred which once drove her burning still, waiting to be breathed back into violent life; and yet she does not fear, not because fear is for the weak as she once believed, but rather because she trusts that there is nothing she and Berengar cannot face together which they cannot defeat. Having served Enitan and his Queen many times and in many ways throughout the years, Thalassa is confident that she and Berengar can save Enitan without coming to any harm.
Berengar being one of the few beings she feels comfortable enough with to keep her face and what it reveals of her past uncovered, Thalassa lifts the hood of deep brown robe over her head so that her features are hidden in shadow when they disembark from their airspeeder, silently walking side by side with Berengar to meet with Makena before they depart to rescue Enitan from the past that has returned to haunt them all.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2017 20:23:34 GMT -8
A remote island on the sea, present day . . .
Tossing the comlink, which feels far heavier in his hand than it truly is, back to the Zabrak, Enitan sighs as he says, "They're coming. Putting an arm protectively around Vejide's shoulders even though she looks more quietly angry than in need of comfort or protection, Enitan asks, What happens now?"
It seems highly unlikely to Enitan that, despite what the Zabrak claims, anyone not willingly on the island will be permitted to leave it. Berengar and Thalassa have almost certainly been summoned so that the Zabrak can kill them to avenge the death of his daughter, and Vejide and Enitan himself will be loose ends with too much knowledge to permit to live, much less leave the island. Enitan clings to the hope, however slim, that Berengar and Thalassa will be able to escape whatever fate the Zabrak has planned for them while also saving Vejide and him from becoming collateral damage.
Royal Palace, present day . . .
Makena, having numbly agreed to walk with Fumnanya when he had suggested it, rises from the cushioned bench she had been sitting silently on beside the freighter captain when Berengar and Thalassa arrive, her fretful agitation and worry for her spouse giving way to hope when she sees the couple who have been friends and more to Enitan and she. Stepping into the embrace Berengar offers, Makena wills herself not to weep from the odd combination of fear and tentative relief she feels, as she says, "Thank you for coming so quickly. We still don't know who has taken . . ."
Stepping back to end their embrace, Berengar tells Makena somberly, "We know who has the King, my Queen. Glancing towards Fumnanya, who is unfamiliar to him, Berengar says cautiously, Perhaps we should speak . . ."
Reaching over to take Fumnanya's hand in hers, Makena explains, "This is Fumnanya, we can speak freely in his company. A member of his crew was taken with along with Enitan. her brow knitting in confusion, she asks, You know who has Enitan?"
Lifting a hand to stroke his bearded chin, Berengar says, "We do, and then frowns while hanging his head as he continues, We are the reason he was taken in fact. The King was captured so that he could call us to him, so that his captor could avenge the death of his daughter. You remember how Thalassa and I met, the pirates that took us captive? When Makena nods he says, One of the pirates was the daughter of the King's captor, a Zabrak named Harendra Khatri. We know, he says in answer to what he assumes will be Makena's next question, because the King commed us to let us know where to go to . . . "
Shaking her head, correctly guessing the terms of the exchange, "You cannot go alone, it is obviously a trap. Give me the location, I can have palace guards . . ."
Resting his hands on Makena's shoulders, Berengar says, "We would not risk the King's life. We know it is a trap. Forcing a smile, having begun to suspect that the debt he has always believed would be due for his abandoning the Jedi Order for what he and Thalassa found in one another here on Zeltros will soon be paid with either his life, Thalassa's, or both, Berengar says with confidence he does not truly feel, We will find a way to save the King and, he looks at Fumnanya, your crew member. Trust us, as you always have my Queen. We came only to let you know the King is safe, and that we will return him to you soon."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 16:29:44 GMT -8
Remote Island
Vejide tenses as Enitan returns the comlink to their captor, thinking that if the Zabrak intends to kill them he will probably do so now. As a criminal herself, Vejide knows that it is possible that the Zabrak might keep his word, honor something that she has found can be found as often among criminals as it can be among those that are devoted to bringing them to justice, but she does not intend to go down quietly if the Zabrak proves to be dishonorable. Calculating the distance between her and the Zabrak, Vejide decides that if she is to die, she will die trying to take him with her.
Palace
Fumnanya stays quiet as Makena and the odd pair that arrives speak together. The duo's attire, with the robes, suggests they are Jedi, though the female, with her face hidden in shadow and something vague and ill-defined about the way she carries herself, gives him the chills and makes him wonder if the Queen has somehow gained the friendship of a Dark Side Force user, as unlikely as such a thing would be.
Holding up his hands as Berengar, who definitely gives off a Jedi-vibe in his estimation, Fumnanya says, "Hold up, I think maybe you should reconsider just giving in to this Harendra character. It sounds like a really bad idea actually. Reaching over to clasp Makena's shoulder, he says gently, You know I wouldn't do anything to endanger Enitan, but I think we should consider trying to stack the deck in our favor, if you know what I mean. Take me with you, Fumnanya says, addressing Berengar since the old dude had been doing most of the talking. I can be your Idiot up the sleeve. Frowning as he considers that the Queen's friends might not be familiar with Sabacc, Fumnanya clarifies, I can be your surprise backup in case you can't escape from whatever the trap is. We can take my ship, it has a hidden compartment that will shield me from any sensor scans. Trust me, he adds with a cocky grin, you won't regret having me along."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2017 8:07:36 GMT -8
A remote island on the sea
Harendra, pursing his lips as though considering how to answer Enitan's question, strokes one of the horns circling his head for a moment before he says with a toothy smile that does not reach his eyes, "Now I . . . after pausing for additional dramatic effect, the old Zabrak finishes his statement, have you two taken and stashed someplace a bit more secure. With a wink he explains, I always keep my word, Your Highness. Your daddy told you that, I trust? I told him my daughter would be avenged, he concludes, all traces of the appearance he has maintained as a jovial scoundrel playing a game fading from his expression and tone now as he completes his sentence, and so she will, though there's no need for you two to pay the toll Thalassa and Berengar most certainly will pay, so just do as your told and I'll have you both home safe and sound just like I said I would."
Giving the Shi'ido and Clawdite who had effected the capture of the King and his companion a nod, Harendra turns and walks towards the tunnel in the eastern wall of the cave.
"Let's go," Wachiwi, the Shi'ido, who has maintained the form of a nondescript humanoid male with black hair, tells Enitan as she reaches out to turn him towards the tunnel in the northern wall of the cave, which slopes gently downward. The Clawdite, still appearing to be a male Zeltron, prods Vejide in the back to get her moving as well, and she is led along with Enitan to a small rugged looking detention cell where they are shoved inside and then locked in.
Royal Palace
Snorting a laugh when Fumnanya says that he can be their Idiot, Thalassa supports his argument to the Queen when he has finished making it, "It is as you said, my Queen, it would be unwise for us to go alone. We shall take the Idiot with us, she adds, laughter momentarily in her tone despite the gravity of the situation. Turning to Fumnanya, her eyes hidden in the shadows beneath her hood, Thalassa says without the humor that had been evident earlier, Let us hope that you do not regret insisting you join us."
Bowing to Makena, Thalassa says, "The sooner we leave, the sooner Enitan will be returned safely to you, my Queen. As they, after saying their farewells to Makena, make their way to Fumnanya's ship, Thalassa asks their new found ally, So, Idiot up our sleeve, does your plan extend beyond being hidden aboard your ship? How will you know if or when the time comes for you to be put into play?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2017 23:12:13 GMT -8
A remote island on the sea . . .
Enitan breathes a sigh of relief when Harendra states that he intends to keep his word, and nods to convey that he will do as asked, not resisting at all as he and Vejide are shown to the detention cell they are locked inside.
Putting an arm around Vejide's shoulder after gently nudging her to sit on the bunk inside their cell, Enitan tries to reassure her as best he can, "My father did say that, as far as pirates go, Harendra was an honest one. I think we might just make it of this. Frowning as, suddenly restless, he stands and begins to pace in front of the bars while looking outside to see if any guard has been left to watch over them, Enitan says, I do worry about Thalassa and Berengar though."
Royal Palace . . .
Makena and Berengar are both clearly about to protest against Fumnanya's suggestion when Thalassa voices her support of the idea the freighter captain had espoused.
Berengar, reaching over to take Thalassa's hands in his, nods as he says softly in a resigned tone, "Alright."
With Berengar's statement seeming to settle the matter decisively, Makena has little choice but accept the change in plan, and she turns towards Fumnanya, placing her hands on either side of his face tenderly as she says, "Be careful, forcing a smile as she adds, my Idiot. Turning from Fumnanya to place one hand on Thalassa's shoulder and the other on Berengar's, Makena says, Both of you as well, I want you to ensure me that everyone will return to me safe and sound."
Berengar pats Makena's hand, smiling confidently as he says, "As my Queen commands, and then becomes more somber as he tells Fumnanya and Thalassa, We can plan on the way, we should not tarry any longer," and then sets out for the palace hangars.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2017 20:55:14 GMT -8
Palace
Grinning cockily despite the fact that both Makena and his new companions seem to have taken his Sabac reference more literally than he intended, Fumnanya gives her shoulders a reassuring squeeze as she caresses her face, "I have a feeling I'm going to regret ever mentioning Sabac, and then as they start heading to the hangar, he scratches the back of his neck when asked about his plan, admitting sheepishly, I, uh, really hadn't thought much beyond the whole hidden up the sleeve, or in the ship in this case, part. Straightening his shoulders and adding a bit of a strut to his step, he adds confidently, I'm more an on the fly kind of guy though, so don't worry, I'll think of something when the time comes. Which, he tacks on to that in response to Thalassa's followup question, I'll know when it comes because I have great timing. Trust me."
Reaching his ship, a YT-2400 light freighter, Fumnanya starts making for the cockpit as he says, "Pirates, huh? Sounds like an interesting story, any chance you'll fill me in on the way? Oh, and, uh, speaking of the way, what way are we going, speaking of going?"
Remote Island
Vejide, already studying the layout of the cell as closely as she had watched everything along the way to it as Enitan comforts her, nods along with what he says even though she is not really paying much attention to it. Far from a damsel in distress in need of comforting, only the fact that she knows the King is not intentionally insulting her keeps Vejide from snapping at him. Her volatile temper has gotten her into enough trouble in the past that Vejide has learned to keep it in check until it can be put to better use, and so she does her best to stay collected as she stands and walks around the cell with the King, looking for anything that might prove useful.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2017 19:57:00 GMT -8
Royal Palace
Unimpressed by Fumnanya's efforts to leaven the news that he has no plan of action with humor, Thalassa clucks her tongue and exchanges a glance with Berengar that conveys her dissatisfaction as clearly as any words would be able to.
Following Fumnanya, who she has decided to think of an refer to henceforth as The Idiot, to the cockpit of his ship, Thalassa laconically replies to his question, "North." Further directions, Thalassa thinks as she watches The Idiot prepare to lift off, can be given along the way to the island where Katri awaits them. Leaving it to Berengar to decide whether or not to elaborate further upon their shared history with the pirate that has kidnapped the King, Thalassa lifts her hand to brush her fingers along his cheek as she passes him while heading aft to avoid any babble that The Idiot, who seems to her to be one of those beings that feels the need to fill any silence with idle chatter, no matter how inane, spouts during the journey to the island.
Seating herself cross-legged on the floor of the passenger lounge, Thalassa clears her mind to prepare for what lays ahead, setting aside her thoughts of the past, her worry for Enitan and what may happen to Berengar or her, and all other thoughts that might keep her from meditating. There has not often been the need, here on idyllic Zeltros, to call upon her abilities, but Thalassa finds it easier than she anticipated to achieve the inner silence required to feel the Force, to bathe in it and drink it in.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2017 18:45:27 GMT -8
Over the sea
Berengar strokes his beard to cover the amused smile that Thalassa's succinct reply to the question of where they are going, the smile fading as she leaves him in the cockpit with Fumnanya. "Story for another time, perhaps, he deflects their pilot's attempt to pull back the curtain of the past, not inclined to opening up to strangers. To turn the tables, in hopes of avoiding any further questions about himself or Thalassa, Berengar asks with what he hopes at least sounds like genuine interest even though the matter at hand occupies his attention completely, How do you and your crew know the King and Queen? She has not mentioned you before," he notes in a distracted tone as he moves to the co-pilot's seat and studies the instrument panel, looking for their present location so he can begin directing Fumnanya to their destination more precisely than Thalassa had.
Settling into the co-pilot's seat as he listens to Fumnanya's answer, Berengar begins laying in their course once he has a sense of where all of the instruments and controls he needs are located.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2017 0:34:40 GMT -8
Over the Sea
Fumnanya nods when Berengar, stroking his Jedi-like beard in what seems a uniquely Jedi way that only makes Fumnanya more sure that the dude is a Jedi even though no one seems inclined to mention that particular detail, says that the story behind all that is transpiring is one that is best held for another time, "Sure, I get it. Either, he supposes, the story is not one that offers any illumination on why the King has been kidnapped along with the Geheim's mechanic, or Berengar simply isn't in a story-telling mood. Taking his cue from Berengar, Fumnanya keeps his explanation of how it is that he and his crew know the Royal couple brief, albeit passive aggressively cryptic, We got them puppies."
Looking over to where Berengar is messing around with the navicomputer and other instruments, Fumnanya asks, "How far are we from where we are going?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2017 4:04:03 GMT -8
A remote island on the sea
Harendra is seated behind a desk in what serves as his quarters here on the island, one hand resting on the pommel of the vibro cutlass laying on the desk while the other holds a holoprojector that displays an image of his daughter, when Wachiwi, the Shi'ido who has served on his crew for as long as he has captained them, enters the room. Shutting down the image and summoning a cheerful grin to replace the mournful expression he had worn, the aged Zabrak asks Wachiwi, "Company on the doorstep I assume?"
"Nearly, Wachiwi, still maintaining the form of a male Zeltron garbed in the attire of a Palace Guard, answers, leaning against the wall and pretending not to have noticed her captain's less than convincing acting efforts. Not too late to just have them blown out of the sky. Shields are down, they wouldn't have a chance."
"Won't have a chance when they land either, poppet. Twenty of us, only two of them, unarmed and compliant since they're unable to risk me killin' the King and his little plaything."
"Forcies are never really unarmed, Wachiwi answers with a scowl, pausing before asking, Why take the risk at all? What is there to say to them?"
Standing and sheathing his vibro cutlass, Harendra answers grimly, "Didn't say I wanted to say anything to them, now did I? Heading from the room, he goes on, Maybe I just want to look at 'em before I kill 'em," sounding unsure as to what it is he plans to do once he sees the beings responsible for the death of his daughter face to face.
Wachiwi, looking less than satisfied with Harendra's answer, and more than a little apprehensive about what will happen soon, follows the old Zabrak pirate towards the landing platform where they will soon learn what will happen when their company arrives.
Aboard Fumnanya's ship, Thalassa's eyes remain closed, her body still and relaxed as she feels the ship begin to descend.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2017 18:12:13 GMT -8
Over the Sea
Berengar laughs when Fumnanya answers his question about how he and his crew know the King and Queen by saying that he got them puppies. "I see," Berengar says, rubbing his bearded chin while wondering if the answer was true or perhaps some kind of inside joke between Jang and the Royal Couple.
Leaning forward and pointing to a lush, verdant island with a large stony mountain at its center that emerges from a bank of fog to the west of where they are heading currently, Bernegar says, "That's our destination. I can take over the controls, you should get to whatever hiding place it is you have in mind. And, he adds with an arched eyebrow, get to work on that plan of yours before its too late to come up with one."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2017 6:58:50 GMT -8
Aboard the Geheim Masjien
"Right, right, the plan, of course, Fumnanya says with a sage-like nod of his head as he stands up. Gesturing towards the pilot's seat with a flourish, Fumnanya asks Berengar, You, uh, are a good pilot right? Ever fly a 2400 before? Maybe I should stay up here until . . . Lifting his hands and backing up and more as though he is reassuring himself than as though speaking to Berengar, Fumnanya says, Right, you've got this, right? I'll just go and," he motions over his shoulder as though the gesture alone will convey his intentions even though, in fact, he has no more idea what he is going to go and do than he does what his plan is for when they set down on the island.
Heading aft, lips pursed in thought, Fumnanya tries to think of where best to conceal himself, and ultimately settles on the circuitry bay in the center of the ship, conveniently located by the laser turret access ladder.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2018 8:39:38 GMT -8
A remote island on the sea . . .
Harendra's right hand tightens on the hit of his vibro cutlass as the light freighter ferrying Thalassa and Berengar sets down, feeling none of the elation he had hoped to feel when this moment, awaited for so long, arrived at last. Thinking of his daughter to try and summon some of the rage and hate that drove him to set the plan that has brought Thalassa and Berengar here now only calls forth the deep and lasting sense of loss that his daughter's death left in its wake, and Harendra knows with utter certainty that, no matter what happens now that he has those responsible for his daughter's death in his grasp, that the bottomless dark hole that her death left inside him will never be filled.
Taking a deep breath, straightening his shoulders and putting on an scowl full of as much anger and hatred as he can muster, Harendra watches the freighter's boarding ramp lower and prepares to face his daughter's killers at long last, determined that they will not see his pain, only his wrath.
Inside the Geheim Masjien, Thalassa waits near the boarding ramp's hatch for Berengar, holding out her hand when he arrives to entwine her fingers in hers and then draw his knuckles to her lips to kiss them for what may be the last time. "Ready?" Thalassa asks, and then, when Berengar indicates that he is, walks down the boarding ramp beside him towards whatever fate awaits them.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2018 23:34:04 GMT -8
Island
"Ready," Berengar says, reaching down and clasping Thalassa's hand tightly for a moment before they head down the boarding ramp.
Noting the absence of Enitan immediately, Berengar clenches his jaw and scans their surroundings subtly before greeting the Zabrak that has brought them here with barely concealed hostility, "Well, here we are, Harendra. We've kept our side of the deal, where are the King and his companion?"
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 6, 2018 13:25:48 GMT -8
==Zeltros House Party SL== <<107 PP; O10 Sector, Zeltros>>
The colony ship CS-3029 Roaming Fingers had been doing fabulous on the planet. Even with suit systems filtering out the pheromones, the planet was particularly pleasant. Added to that the steady stream of business the colony was getting for the range of intoxicants & pharmaceuticals it sold, & that by now most of the citizens had keyed their filters to allow the pheromones access. Simply put, the colony had no reason to go anywhere else. The more level headed ones were also making progress on converting the system into another Socii System. It would be one of the further out from the Imperium core, but the resources & income from the planet would be well worth the risk.
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Mary Cerulea
The Jedi Order
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Affiliation: Jedi Lords
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jun 6, 2018 13:34:09 GMT -8
Mary was enjoying, surprisingly enough, a nice cocktail. After a particularly horrifying & disgusting infestation of dianogas had to be cleaned out of her ship, she had decided she needed a vacation. The computer, when questioned, had provided this planet as the top recommended spot. As it hadn't been too far from Felucia, she had decided it would be ok.
She was currently reviewing that idea, as even from the ground, she could see the cluster of huge ships suddenly appear in close orbit. The dusting of smaller flecks around them were most likely support ships or escorts. In either case, the case was clear. The first order had come to Zeltros.
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