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Apr 9, 2013 10:56:36 GMT -8
Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:56:36 GMT -8
Saffia was one of the three largest cities on Serenno.
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May 1, 2013 13:28:56 GMT -8
Post by Jace Stealer on May 1, 2013 13:28:56 GMT -8
In one quadrant of the city sat an extremely large military base. Landing pads, warehouses, offices, training facilities, armories, and everything that a full fledged private military contractor could work out of. This was the headquarters of the Emerald Blades, a past-professional army switched over to security services, reconnaissance, specialized combat, and anything else that a variety of clientele would seek from this organization. The city around this establishment at first shunned the military based operation, but over time they came to accept them as their economy improved from the soldiers using the services and buying the products that the city had during their leave. The government of Saffia and the CEOs of the Emerald Blades worked closely with one another, insuring that what one another did was in the interest of the city as a whole and not just one side.
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May 27, 2013 14:27:20 GMT -8
Post by Jace Stealer on May 27, 2013 14:27:20 GMT -8
The city of Saffia continued to enjoy the relative peace that was the norm on Serenno. The edges of the city were still under watch from the local garrison of the Emerald Blades, military checkpoints that had lightened up on it's restrictions since their installment during the Death Watch crisis. The headquarters itself was still a buzz of activity, even at night. Constant training exercises on the field, in the war room and on the range kept the soldiers sharp when they weren't out on the front lines. The Emerald Blades prided itself for quick and efficient deployments when they were called upon, and they made sure that they could do just that at a moments notice.
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Jul 1, 2013 11:26:32 GMT -8
Post by Jace Stealer on Jul 1, 2013 11:26:32 GMT -8
The Emerald Blades headquarters continued to operate at full efficiency, fulfilling all the roles that a proper military base would. The ten thousand 'elite' soldiers based on the planet continued to filter in and out from their patrol routes and missions. When not out patrolling the world they called home or out in the galaxy earning a living they were here, further advancing their training. The more specialized and experienced soldiers, those from the Special Operations Platoons (or SOP), trained these soldiers when not out on assignment. The Emerald Blades only trained and excepted the best, making them one of the fiercest and efficient PMC's for hire in the galaxy.
And with the finest soldiers comes the equipment to accomplish whatever task is laid before them. A fine compliment of the deadly A-9 Fortresses and the 'workhorse' of the ground forces, the A-A5 heavy speeder trucks, were constantly being tuned to perfection in the motor pools around the base when not being used for patrol. The tacticians were wise to pick the IG-227 Hailfire-class droid tanks
as both their artillery platform as well as their mobile anti-air defense. Numbering around seven hundred and fifty, twice the amount of the A-9's and A-A5's they had combined, the Hailfires were scattered around the city and in the base to provide a 24-7 defense against possible aerial attacks. Not to mention full artillery coverage for both inside and outside of the city in case their forces needed immediate support. And the backbone of the Emerald Blade ground force, the true empowering force that took to the front lines, was their AAT's. Modified to accommodate a full crew of sentient beings at full efficiency, this armored tank was vehicle that many didn't get the chance to fight against twice. And with them numbering in the four digit range, it was a safe to say that the citizens of Saffia felt secure in their hands.
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Jul 22, 2013 21:27:01 GMT -8
Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Jul 22, 2013 21:27:01 GMT -8
Well, here I am. Following my locator guide on the ship's NavComp made it quite easy, but I'm still as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. These people aren't very friendly, and I know nothing about their history. I really hope they aren't cannibals or something. I must make sure to wear a shirt that says how indigestible I am.
Speaking of shirts, considering that they are on high alert with me, despite how ridiculous that is, I should see if I can wear something that isn't too....I don't know....hostile? What have I got on? Red and blue colored tunic, with matching trousers set, gold sash, hmm, that's just...cultural, sort of, and a wide conical farmer's hat. Well I know some assassins and fighters who wear such hats and usually they're very dangerous folk, okay, so no hat. Normally I don't like to show my face to the whole world, and sometimes, when I have to use my abilities, I prefer anonymity which my hat happily provides. But today I'm not looking to use or show off anything that can be remotely deemed as hostile, so no hat, and no sudden movements.
I land the ship, power down, and step out very slowly, eyes searching my surroundings, with my hands raised up in a surrender gesture. Now who's going to come and arrest me?
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Jul 23, 2013 1:01:21 GMT -8
Post by Jace Stealer on Jul 23, 2013 1:01:21 GMT -8
The spaceport was bustling with the everyday traffic that never seemed to let up. Large freighters moved in and out as they dropped off and picked up their cargo, and passenger liners parked themselves on the landing pads to dispense of their tourists before receiving a new load. Sentients walked to a fro, minds busy with whatever task they had at hand. The massive facility housed tons of hangers for those looking to keep their vessels parked for a short visit or a long stay.
Amongst the lines of people a single guard wearing a tactical black vest over a blueish-gray uniform walked forward. He was armed with nothing but a blaster on his hip and a datapad in hand. He walked up to the newcomer, eyes occupied by the device before him. Yet his distraction by the device didn't hinder his enthusiastic and kind greeting.
"Welcome to Saffia, safest city on Serenno! I hope you -" The man faltered slightly as he looked up to the woman surrendering to him. At first, he wasn't sure what to say. But he quickly recovered from where he left off, trying to be polite. After all, he had no idea where she was from. For all he knew, this was her people's form of greeting. Yeah, that had to be it. "... enjoy your stay! ...Now, I'll just need you to sign this form for landing in our public hanger. And if you wouldn't mind, letting me aboard your ship just to check over it for illegal contraband. Not saying I believe you have any, but your extra shielding stopped our passive scanners from clearing your ship."
He took his datapad and handed it over to her, with the form she needed to sign on the display. He still had a look of curiosity as to why she had her hands up as if she was surrendering. He sincerely hoped she wasn't some sort of criminal giving herself up. He leaned forward slightly and said in a hushed tone. "...um... you can put your hands down, if you'd like."
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Jul 23, 2013 10:43:56 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2013 10:43:56 GMT -8
You have to love the spaceport; the hustle and bustle of sentients, the grease and oil from the starships, the steady whine and roar of engines and repulsorlifts. There's honestly something magical about spaceports, really, the prospect that you could board one of a thousand ships, and go to one of a million million worlds...each with its own bizarre customs, languages, and cultures...that is, if you had a ship, or the money to buy passage.
Morgan Locke, thief, con-artist, pistoleer, painter, and chef stood under the northeast portal to bays 450-550...watching the spaceships as they flew through the various hangars and apertures. It had been a LONG six months on Serenno; the hyperdrive of his shuttle had broken down on this fair planet, and, lacking the money to fix it, he had to actually WORK for credits. Hell, with half the military up in the air and soldiers roaming the streets, it was suicide to do a con or a heist...forget trying him as a criminal. They'd try him as a rebel dissenter, prosecute for war crimes against the planet/state, and then torture him to death. Prison, yes, torture until death or insanity - not so much. So it was that he found himself working as a low income chef down on Bairde street, flipping burgers. Bills started rolling in, he had to actually sell his shuttle when the port authority threatened to seize it due to late hangar taxes - and then you had the apartment, and with that came utilities, expenses...
"I hate hyperdrives."
The comment was sad without anger or malice - he, honestly, had been in worse spots before. Then again, he had always had his ship...tools...utilities. Now, not so much. Shaking his head, Morgan reached into his brown coat, and popped a yellowy orange candy into his mouth, rolling it around thoughtfully. He had quit his job about three days ago...all he had to his name were his black issued officer boots, a pair of black pants, a grey long sleeved tunic, his baby blue double breasted zeyd cloth jacket with brown leather piping, a trackers utility vest which he wore under all of this, a pair of reinforced pilots gloves, a pair of data goggles which even now dangled around his neck, and lastly...and most importantly, a beautifully crafted chromium and electrum plated durasteel protector revolver, with phrik barrel and cylinder. Besides this, and a few assorted items like a comlink and a datapad, he had about...eh...twenty credits to his name. Oh yeah, living the high-life alright.
With a shake of his head, Morgan leaned against the permacrete wall of the portal, crossed his arms, and watched the foot traffic. Maybe he could pick pocket a few people without anyone noticing. Thats when he saw her; she came out of a saucer shaped shuttle - wasn't that a weequay design or something? - red hair, pale skin.
"Good LORD, It's Emilia Esperanti."
Well whadya know. Nobility from house Esperanti survived...but...wait, no, something was wrong. Why did she come in the saucer ship? Why did she have her hands raised? And for Gods sakes, what was she WEARING? Something drab and assuming. Most definitely NOT something an Esperanti would be wearing. Curious (I mean, who wouldn't be?) Morgan pushed off the wall and walked closer, pretending to be admiring a brochure at a kiosk - now within earshot, he listened tot he pairs conversation.
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Jul 23, 2013 19:54:19 GMT -8
Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Jul 23, 2013 19:54:19 GMT -8
So when he tells me I can put my arms down, I drop them with a sigh of relief, couldn't stop that. But at least I didn't blurt out 'Oh whew! I thought you guys are going to kill me!' Because if I did say that, I'm pretty sure I will end up in an interrogation room, followed by a visit to the mental ward. I've already been there once, I do not need to go there ever again. I know for a fact that my memories are lost to me. Besides the guard guy seems pretty friendly, in comparison with the initial greeting I got in orbit. I try to smile at him, but it probably comes out as a kind of grimace. I mean, he's a guy! I'm not good with guys. Ugh! I really need to practice talking to people more. I get so nervous when people talk to me. Oh wait, did he ask me to sign something? I look at the form...this, is going to get interesting.
Know how I said my memories are lost to me? Well guess what? That includes being able to sign or write properly. These days, my hands get so shaky when I try to sign or write, anything I put in written words looks like the work of a spaz. Oh let's face it, it is the work of a spaz! I reluctantly raise my left hand to write, then I look pleadingly at the man, “Uhm...s-sir? I...” wow, when did my voice get so squeaky? “...I am clinically amnesiac, so I don't actually remember my original signature....I-I mean...I can sign this, b-but it probably won't match with the records, and it's never the same twice now. H-here...”
I dig out a formal datapad from my large shirt pocket and hand it to the man. It's a official record from the Red Dawn Medical Center, where I was treated after being found unconscious and nearly dead from the cracked skull. Later it was confirmed due to some brain damage, I've lost all my memories, completely unrecoverable. While he looks at it I continue a little more, “The big ship in orbit is mine, I mean, it was like, under my name and all that, with my face for official records and stuff...b-but I don't remember all that now, so it's just uhm....as much guesswork for me as it probably is for you. Oh and uh....yeah, you can totally have a look inside if you want, nothing there but...uh...hmm....well I think there's like two Adegan crystals in there, in the cockpit. I found them, and uh...mmm....well, I like how it glows green, I-I just kept them. They aren't illegal or anything are they?”
I clasp my hands behind my back and hang my head. I seldom ever say so much to anyone, especially a man, and honestly official people can scare me more than lightning sometimes. I look away from him, watching the throngs of people moving about. This is a busy spaceport. I also notice a man checking out a brochure at a kiosk. Curious, why does he interest me so much? I brush it off and go back to look at my pretty little feet while waiting to either be approved, or arrested, or chewed out by the guard-type guy in front of me. Maybe he'd like to test out his blaster on me too if he feels I'm crazy enough to warrant shooting on sight. But hey, how scary can a tiny girl be, right? I'm like four eleven, everyone is bigger than me. Fingers crossed...not...too shaky to do it right.
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Jul 23, 2013 22:01:01 GMT -8
Post by Jace Stealer on Jul 23, 2013 22:01:01 GMT -8
The guard looked down at the datapad and then back to her face with an apologetic frown. He had absolutely no idea of her state and now felt terrible as she began to explain herself. Poor girl, it sounded like she had gone through one rough time. Not to mention for one as young as her. "I'm sorry, I... had no idea. Here, let me take care of this." He quickly but gently took the datapad she handed him of her own records and copied them onto a secure file to be attached to the verification. With said file attached, he was able to sign it over by his authority so that she wouldn't run into trouble. He truly did feel bad for the young lady.
"... it must be a pain-in-the-ass to have to explain this to port authorities." He handed the medical records back to her. "Aedegan you say? As far as I know, they are legal... Extremely rare though. I wouldn't go around telling people you have those." The guard checked over the records and gestured to her ship as he started walking towards it. "I'll only be a second. You can accompany me if you wish, or you can stay out here and lock it up when I leave." Without waiting for a response, but still staying attentive enough to hear what she had to say, he walked up the ramp and started the inspection.
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Jul 24, 2013 8:10:25 GMT -8
Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Jul 24, 2013 8:10:25 GMT -8
“Uhm...it’s okay. I’ll just wait here. Think I’ll try the fresh air for a while.”
Technically not a lie. I don’t like being cooped up inside a ship too long, and I like being on a planet. Any planet, as long as there’s lots of people in it. I cross my arms and wait for the guard to finish with his inspection. I feel a bit better now, in addition to being surrounded by so many people, but because the guard is a nicer man than I’m used to. I can almost smile, but I still need to sort out that matter about that gut feeling that brought me all the way out here. Why am I here? Do I have a connection to someone, anyone in this place? This planet was on my last visited trajectory from previously. What could be on this planet that’s connected to me, if at all?
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Jul 26, 2013 8:52:48 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 8:52:48 GMT -8
This...was PERFECT. A golden opportunity, a practically golden goose ready to lay golden eggs. Taking out his comlink, Morgan Locke made several calls...and about five minutes later, hung up, with a grin on his face. A few minutes later, a man in a speeder pulled up, and talked to Morgan briefly...there was an exchange of money - consisting of several BAGS worth - and Morgan pointed right at the girl on the landing pad. The man in the speeder eyed her...his jaw dropped...and then HE got on the comm. With a laugh and a shake of his head, Morgan turned and walked away...the con couldn't have gone better. The girl's troubles though, were just beginning.
Mere moments after the man in the speeder had made his call, a speeder limo pulled up in front of the landing pad, and several armed guards poured out - twelve in total, they were armored head to toe in bronzium armor, and carried ornate (but I assure you, very functional) blaster rifles. Forming a double row, an honor line, they held rifles aloft as the limos single noble occupant exited. Old, the man wore a faded military suit, and slowly walked down between the line to the girl. Eyeing her up and down for a second, he shook his head slowly.
"...Emilia? Emilia Esperanti?"
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Jul 26, 2013 11:54:43 GMT -8
Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Jul 26, 2013 11:54:43 GMT -8
Thaaaaat was quick. I think the guard is still inspecting my ship, don't really care right now. I've got pretty good hearing, so I've been listening for some time to some guy, yeah, the same guy who was very interested in a kiosk? He must've been observing me. That's why I had this funny feeling about him. Should have listened to that instinct, but what'd I do? Nooooo, just ignore him. Next thing I know he's on his comlink talking nineteen to the dozen. It's rude to eavesdrop, so I did my best not to pay attention, but when your hearing is sensitive, that's a tricky feat. I cannot help but notice large sums of money being exchanged. He's a happy guy for sure.
Next thing I know, I've uncrossed my arms and slid them behind me to grip the landing strut of my ship, because I'm seeing way too many armed men for comfort, and these aren't your run of the mill guns for hire. These guys look like professional scaries. I say that because they can make you wet your pants with just a look. But they seemed to be lining up for someone in this limo that by the way arrived and brought those guards along. One old man in a military suit comes out...chance that maybe he's here for someone else??? No...not a chance. He's looking right at me. Why so scared? Wasn't this what I wanted? Maybe he knows me! Maybe he's family! He eyes me up and down, and then has this look of disbelief on him, I think.
And he calls me...Emilia? Not Krystal "Meony" Tancredi? Emilia Esperanti? Nice name, but it feels even more foreign to me than Krystal Tancredi does. But he knows me! I cannot lose this chance.
"Is...is that my name? Emilia Esperanti?"
I slowly let go of the landing strut, and I think I left deep depressions in the metal alloy. Gripped it too hard, and my strength being what it is, I can bend metal if I'm not careful. I carefully approach the old man, looking at him, searching his face, trying to get a recollection of something, like a jolt or whatever, but nothing. I speak with him nonetheless. I have to know.
"I...I can't remember anything, I've had a severe head injury and my memories are permanently lost. I've been following my ship's flight logs, and this was one of the planets I've been to...I think...I mean...am-am I really who you're looking for?"
I'm practically pleading with him, because I don't want it to be just a chance that I'm a lookalike. Am I really Emilia Esperanti? Is there a way he can prove it? Because I don't know.
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Jul 26, 2013 13:33:03 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 13:33:03 GMT -8
"Is...is that my name? Emilia Esperanti?"
"Thats what your name should be." His eyes flickered down, noticing the depressions she left behind in the metal, and his hand came up to rest casually on his sword. It was a motion that wouldn't go unnoticed...nor did he intend for it to be covert. Tilting to one side, he scanned her head, noting the head injury there..."I...I can't remember anything, I've had a severe head injury and my memories are permanently lost. I've been following my ships flight logs, and this was one of the planets I've been to...I think...I mean...am-am I really who you're looking for?"
"We...don't know. You see...you died. The Mandalorians came here...they killed many people. I watched you get shot...right here." He touched in between his eyes. "You...if you're not her...you are remarkably close to her." Slowly, silently, the man walked around her, eyeing her proportions, her height, her weight, her facial expressions...even her personality. Taking his hand off his sword, he took a step back, and slowly shook her head."I don't know what to make of this..." Coming to a decision, the man gestured to the limo."I am Admiral Aust, house guardian of the great house Esperanti...and I don't know WHO you are. However...I do know someone, you or someone very like you, used to be under my charge...her name was Emilia Esperanti. And, if you're willing, we can find out if it is you...or if it is not." |
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Jul 26, 2013 21:56:17 GMT -8
Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Jul 26, 2013 21:56:17 GMT -8
That's what my name should be, he says. And then he rests his hand on his sword, as if ready to draw it in a blink. I mean c'mon! What is he expecting me to do? Attack him? I'm in no position to make any aggressive moves, and...and he's a man! There is a high likelihood I'll go running first, even if he was alone and without those extremely armed guards. Geez. I don't need the threats, I'm scared enough as it is. I almost wish the guard would come back out. I feel a little safer with him.
And then he drops a bomb on me, verbally. I died?!? No way, I'm standing right here! On the other hand, maybe it is Emilia Esperanti that died, and I just look like her. He says she/I got shot right between the eyes. Without saying anything, he starts walking around me, inspecting me. I couldn't help but let my head swivel about trying to follow his movements, I'm nervous, moving helps me cope. And he takes his hand off the sword at least. I let out a sigh of relief at that. I don't know, it seems like I've just confused him some more. Like maybe I have qualities of Emilia besides her looks. He gestures to the limousine.
So his name's Admiral Aust. Must make a point to remember that, because he's an important man, and if I am Emilia Esperanti, then he was...is my protector. But am I Emilia? I just can't get a sense of familiarity to that name. And why is it so different from Krystal "Meony" Tancredi? Where did Krystal's name come from??? And I feel more ownership towards that name than I do Emilia. But that's possibly because I just heard that name applied to me. Maybe it is my name. Maybe I am Emilia. Ugh! I don't know! I must know! I step up beside Admiral Aust, looking him in the eye pleadingly and with earnest desire, "I'm willing...I-I want to know...I must know. For both our sakes."
If he can even lead me one little step closer to the truth about myself, I would consider this all worth it.
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Jul 31, 2013 7:48:34 GMT -8
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With a nod, Admiral Aust gestures to the interior of the speeder limo. Helping the young lady in, he sits across from her...the guards sit in a separate compartment. The two could have, perhaps, exchanged pleasantries on the ride to Chateau Esperanti, but, the Admiral was not in a talking mood. Rather, he deemed to look out the transparisteel windows in silent contemplation...pondering the situation as it were. The silence though, would give Meony time to see the sights though, as well as the upcoming fortress of house Esperanti.
Serenno was a beautiful place...a place of rolling hills of grasslands and forests, a cheery blue sky, lit by a bright yellow sun. Somewhat cloudy by some standards, the sky was muted somewhat, but it's bluish gray parlor didn't dim the planets beauty...it only accentuated the wide openness of the planet. In the distance, Saffia shrank smaller and smaller, the speeder taking the company out of Saffia and into the surrounding territories of the city, on the horizon a small fortress grew steadily larger. It was a modest affair...ancient stone walls many meters thick spiraled into the air, guard towers modified with more modern blaster emplacements studding the walls every so meters. A paved drive from a more ancient time of first carriages and then land vehicles had been maintained through the generations - with the speeder limo even now hovering over it. The drive passed through the fortresses grounds...a miniature forest that hid the fortress and it's inhabitants away from prying eyes. The trees would eventually break away to reveal a gate - consisting of both metal grate and forcefield, which served as the sole entrance to the fortress.
"Do not mind the emplacements and walls and gates...they are an antique remnant, a vestigial appendage if you will, of a more feudal time on our planet. The defenses are here for our protection...we had thought that their mere presence would be a deterrent in the past, but we were proven wrong when the Mandalorians attacked us...they are responsible for our planets raised state of alarm. They came in small force and wiped out most of the ruling caste in brutal guerilla and commando attacks...a swift surgical strike that cut out this planets heart. We retaliated...but the damage had already been done...to this day they keep an army and garrison on a small continent far from the main continent...across the ocean, and away from us. But the threat remains...they managed to get a foothold on this world, and with the Mandalorian Crusades burning through the galaxy, we are wary that the crusades may come here...hence, perhaps, our slight over reaction to you visiting out planet."
With the limo pulling through the gate, the force field and grate dropped immediately to seal the fortress once more...and one would be hard pressed not to notice soldiers in more modern armor with more modern weapons than the Admiral's honor guard scurrying about in the background. Pulling to a stop, Admiral Aust silently exited the limo - then surprisingly walked around to the other side of the limo, and opened the door for Meony.
"Emilia or not, you are our guest here...welcome to Chateau Esperanti, we hope you enjoy your stay."
Inside the walls lay a large mansion...made out of stone and stained glass...small gardens with creeping vines and blooming flowers seemed to surround the luxurious home, and ancient fountains spurting clean water abounded. Upon seeing the limo pull to a stop, many servants had come out of the building to greet the occupants...and many openly stopped and stared at who they saw - an apparently resurrected Emilia - with some even openly muttering amongst themselves.
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Aug 1, 2013 1:33:26 GMT -8
Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Aug 1, 2013 1:33:26 GMT -8
I scampered alongside Admiral Aust, not in an effort to be cute, but I really am eager to find out about myself. Good thing he wasn’t really paying attention or he just chose to be polite by not saying anything. After hopping (literally) into the limo. He sits across from me, and then we have the most awkwardly silent ride I can remember...then again, I’ve never ridden a limo before with such stately people...that I can remember, that is.
While I think the view outside is really gorgeous, I have eyes only for the admiral. I’m trying to get a recollection of something, anything, of him. So just like how he was studying me earlier at the starport, I’m now studying him. His movements, the behavior, his expression. I keep waiting for him to make some sort of motion that will trigger a memory. Nothing so far. I finally do pay attention to our surroundings outside when I notice the armaments on the walls. Big guns...lots and lots of big guns. Forcefield, forest to hide the fortress. Yeah, great place for my execution. At least no one in the city will hear me as I scream and die.
Then the admiral starts talking about a bit of history along with recent events. The Mandalorians, a modern-day one-man army type of culture that have a massive crusader fetish had unleashed said fetish upon Serenno, to the local populace’ misfortune. The nobility of the planet had been struck and hurt the worst of every form of society here. When he mentions the spaceport and how they locked weapons on my little ship, I couldn’t help blurting out, “Oh, you heard about that, huh?”
When we stop, the admiral exits from a door, and then he goes around the limo to open the door. I’m not sure if he noticed, but I was having an embarrassing problem trying to get the door to open. I think he finally got tired of waiting and opened the door for me. I blushed, but he again is polite enough not to mention anything about it, and even assures me whether or not I am Emilia, I am a guest. I try not to annoy Admiral Aust any further and step out quickly. I just look up at him to follow his lead, but then I start hearing voices. I look over from where I’m standing, and I see people, lots of them, gawking at me, and whispering to each other. But with my hearing, I can make out their words. I look back at the admiral and say, “I must really look like her.”
I then lower my head. I don’t like it when too many people pay attention to me. It makes me more nervous. So I move a little closer to the admiral. I don’t feel like being flooded by people. I mean, I really don’t want to disappoint anyone or myself even by finding that I’m not this Emilia Esperanti. In fact, I really hope I am. It would mean my search is over.
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With a scowl at the servants, the Admiral jerked his head at them and made a shooing gesture.
"Non ammucchi l'ospite!"
(Don't Crowd the guest!)
The language was quick and smooth, and at once the servants dispersed - though many still cast wary glances at Meony as they departed.
"Do forgive them...it's shocking to see such a striking likeness when we were...well...forced to witness Emilia's execution."
Walking up the steps of the mansion, Aust opened the door for Meony, waited until she was inside, and then stepped in himself. Lush, lavish...it was the atypical home of Count's; albeit...something was a little off. Dust seemed to gather in dark corners, the lights seemed a tad darker than they should be, and almost imperceptibly a dark parlor could be felt like a chill on the skin. It was then that you realized the house was too empty...like everyone was gone or away, or that horrible silence after someone dies, silence to the point it's loud. Standing in the foyer of the home, lush darkwoods and carpet would have made the home seem cozy if it were in a more cheery light...now it only served to make the home seem bloated and stuffy. With a pained expression, Aust gestured to a particular spot on the carpet - a nice creme carpet - which was stained with...well, with red blotches. Red blotches, lined up in a neat line.
"I hate to be so morbid...but...does this place spark anything?"
He gestured to the foyer around them...the great wooden doors behind them, the dark wood walls, the creme carpet...the balconies to their sides...
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Aug 2, 2013 2:16:47 GMT -8
Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Aug 2, 2013 2:16:47 GMT -8
Here’s a shocker: I understood what he told the people. But I don’t remember being able to speak any other language other than Galactic Basic, Binary and Huttese. He told them not to crowd the guest, which, amazingly at this point, is me. The servants – I think they are – hasten to obey, but they all still cast suspicious looks at me. I guess they’re starting to conclude something just like I am: an imposter. I have to be. And this belief is solidified when Admiral Aust reveals they were all forced to witness my...Emilia’s execution.
This unfortunately proves it, and I audibly take in a small, but sharp intake of air. I can take a blaster bolt to the head, and come out with a bigger headache than I already have, but I won’t die. If Emilia died, then, I can’t be her. I just bear a close resemblance to her. Inside, I feel my heart breaking, and I am on the verge of tears, but I force myself to hold it in. I guess I just don’t want Admiral Aust to see or conclude the same thing too...I mean, not yet at least. He’s being very kind to me, and I don’t know, I just feel I should find a way to soften the blow of the revelation that I just can’t be Emilia Esperanti, as much as I wish I am.
Actually, I’m feeling a little strange right now, like my insides are shifting inside. It’s almost nauseating, but not quite enough to make me want to actually upchuck, and at the same time, there wouldn’t be much to throw out, considering how I actively avoid the green slop Limey makes for me. Anyway, that’s irrelevant a thought right now. We’re going somewhere, with the Admiral leading. I just follow him, taking in all the sights, trying to get a sense of connection, or learn something about the Esperantis. See what this Emilia was to them. Well, I’m pretty sure she was important to them. They sent an admiral to pick up her lookalike at the starport.
He opened the door and held it for me. It looks dark inside and I hesitate, but I’m sure he’ll come in with me, so I try to be braver and set foot into the mansion...Instantly I feel...sorrow. Horror. Where’d the servants all go? Where’s everyone?!? This place is scary! I step backwards and bump into the Admiral, I tilt my head upwards and give him an apologetic look. I quickly step off his shoes and try to give him some space, but not much, I don’t feel like being far from anybody in here. Living people, I want lots of living people. Right now. Yeah. It’s just that the interior’s so...dark, shadowy, ominous. I don’t like any of that. And though I’m normally not affected by weather, like I can be in the worst winter storm on Hoth and be clad in just my underwear and I won’t be affected, but here, I can feel a cold touch on my skin, and I rub my hands restlessly.
But the worst was yet to come. He points out to some stains on the carpet that I was trying very hard to ignore, but now I have no choice but to look at it. He asks, while gesturing to the area around us if anything here sparks a memory in me. What’s the point? I know for a fact I can’t be Emilia, but I try my best to humor him. I give him a sad look and take his hand in mine. Wow, his hand is so big compared to mine. Hey...I feel my eyes sparking, like I feel my whole field of vision brightening for a moment, and then I’m leading Admiral Aust towards the blood stains. While still holding on to him, I kneel down and reach out with my free hand, I touch the stain, and I don’t really understand what happens next. I just stare ahead of myself and speak, *“Ha amore più grande che nessuno di questo, quello di dar la sua vita per i suoi amici.”
What?!? What did I just say??? I look up at the admiral, still holding his hand, and now I clasp my other hand over the same hand I’m holding, giving him a wan smile all the while keeping my eyes fixed on his, **“Che cosa buona è una persona che non fa la galassia un posto migliore in cui vivere?”
Oh my God what kind of a freak am I?!? Where on Serenno did I learn to say all that??? And what’s more: How is it that I KNOW what I just said? Why do I do this to myself all the time? And how can I be so cruel to Admiral Aust? He’s being so kind to me, but now I go and do this! He’ll think I’m Emilia Esperanti reborn or something! But I’m not! I know that! I’m sure of it. Oh let’s just get a genetic test done and be done with all this! I don’t want to hurt anybody anymore.
* (Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.)
** (What good is a person who does not make the galaxy a better place to live in?)
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Aug 28, 2013 12:48:42 GMT -8
Post by Count Monte Demici on Aug 28, 2013 12:48:42 GMT -8
Here’s a shocker: I understood what he told the people. But I don’t remember being able to speak any other language other than Galactic Basic, Binary and Huttese. He told them not to crowd the guest, which, amazingly at this point, is me. The servants – I think they are – hasten to obey, but they all still cast suspicious looks at me. I guess they’re starting to conclude something just like I am: an imposter. I have to be. And this belief is solidified when Admiral Aust reveals they were all forced to witness my...Emilia’s execution.
This unfortunately proves it, and I audibly take in a small, but sharp intake of air. I can take a blaster bolt to the head, and come out with a bigger headache than I already have, but I won’t die. If Emilia died, then, I can’t be her. I just bear a close resemblance to her. Inside, I feel my heart breaking, and I am on the verge of tears, but I force myself to hold it in. I guess I just don’t want Admiral Aust to see or conclude the same thing too...I mean, not yet at least. He’s being very kind to me, and I don’t know, I just feel I should find a way to soften the blow of the revelation that I just can’t be Emilia Esperanti, as much as I wish I am.
Actually, I’m feeling a little strange right now, like my insides are shifting inside. It’s almost nauseating, but not quite enough to make me want to actually upchuck, and at the same time, there wouldn’t be much to throw out, considering how I actively avoid the green slop Limey makes for me. Anyway, that’s irrelevant a thought right now. We’re going somewhere, with the Admiral leading. I just follow him, taking in all the sights, trying to get a sense of connection, or learn something about the Esperantis. See what this Emilia was to them. Well, I’m pretty sure she was important to them. They sent an admiral to pick up her lookalike at the starport.
He opened the door and held it for me. It looks dark inside and I hesitate, but I’m sure he’ll come in with me, so I try to be braver and set foot into the mansion...Instantly I feel...sorrow. Horror. Where’d the servants all go? Where’s everyone?!? This place is scary! I step backwards and bump into the Admiral, I tilt my head upwards and give him an apologetic look. I quickly step off his shoes and try to give him some space, but not much, I don’t feel like being far from anybody in here. Living people, I want lots of living people. Right now. Yeah. It’s just that the interior’s so...dark, shadowy, ominous. I don’t like any of that. And though I’m normally not affected by weather, like I can be in the worst winter storm on Hoth and be clad in just my underwear and I won’t be affected, but here, I can feel a cold touch on my skin, and I rub my hands restlessly.
But the worst was yet to come. He points out to some stains on the carpet that I was trying very hard to ignore, but now I have no choice but to look at it. He asks, while gesturing to the area around us if anything here sparks a memory in me. What’s the point? I know for a fact I can’t be Emilia, but I try my best to humor him. I give him a sad look and take his hand in mine. Wow, his hand is so big compared to mine. Hey...I feel my eyes sparking, like I feel my whole field of vision brightening for a moment, and then I’m leading Admiral Aust towards the blood stains. While still holding on to him, I kneel down and reach out with my free hand, I touch the stain, and I don’t really understand what happens next. I just stare ahead of myself and speak, * “Ha amore più grande che nessuno di questo, quello di dar la sua vita per i suoi amici.”What?!? What did I just say??? I look up at the admiral, still holding his hand, and now I clasp my other hand over the same hand I’m holding, giving him a wan smile all the while keeping my eyes fixed on his, ** “Che cosa buona è una persona che non fa la galassia un posto migliore in cui vivere?”Oh my God what kind of a freak am I?!? Where on Serenno did I learn to say all that??? And what’s more: How is it that I KNOW what I just said? Why do I do this to myself all the time? And how can I be so cruel to Admiral Aust? He’s being so kind to me, but now I go and do this! He’ll think I’m Emilia Esperanti reborn or something! But I’m not! I know that! I’m sure of it. Oh let’s just get a genetic test done and be done with all this! I don’t want to hurt anybody anymore.* (Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.) ** (What good is a person who does not make the galaxy a better place to live in?) |
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Aug 30, 2013 21:50:16 GMT -8
Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Aug 30, 2013 21:50:16 GMT -8
Hey, where's the admiral going? Did I say something wrong? Why am I even asking, I must have said something wrong! Stupid girl, always driving people away. It's a wonder Spectre even deigns to stick around with me. Oh, I wonder how he's doing on his own in our ship? As I follow the servant, I raise my subspace tranceiver comlink attached to my left wrist and activate it. I better check on the big guy, he doesn't like it if I don't check in often when we're apart, and from what I've been told, Mandalorians aren't going to be well received in this area, considering what they've done to Emilia. Spectre? Spectre, can you hear me?
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