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Sept 1, 2013 12:30:14 GMT -8
Post by Spectre on Sept 1, 2013 12:30:14 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?
:: Hang in there Goddes, I'm on my way.:: |
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Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Sept 3, 2013 0:20:02 GMT -8
:: Nonononono! Spectre Spectre wait! :: Ohmigod no please don’t already be landing please don’t already be landing! Spectre’s inhumanly impatient. I mean, I can be annoying when it comes to patience, but Spectre makes me look like the goddess of patience next to him.
Seriously, he does.
And he thinks I’m a goddess to boot, but I don’t want to even think about that, don’t know how to convince him I’m not this moon goddess he keeps calling me, not for lack of trying. I may be moon mad, but a goddess I am not. And for crying out loud, he left the ship, I know he did, and left Limey to run the ship absolutely alone. Is he mad?!?
Oh wait, of course he is.
I also spoke a little too loudly into the wristcom, so I’m pretty sure I am attracting attention, I hide my left hand behind me and wave away at the servant, smiling, acting all cute and innocent. As soon as attention is removed from me, I bring my left wrist back to my face and hiss urgently into the comlink, :: Spectre seriously, don’t land. You know how you have the looks of a Mandalorian? I mean your armor? Well, these people here had a bad experience with Mandalorians, I mean bad, like epic-shoot-any-Mandalorians-you-see bad. So please, stay put. I don’t want anything happening to you. ::
Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have said the last part. He’s got a guardian complex for me, like he’s crazy protective. And now I sound like I’m trying to protect him, like reverse chivalry or something. That, is so not going to sit well with him. I lower my wrist com and pinch the bridge of my nose with my fingers. Now he’s going to come over for sure, and knowing him, he’ll come in screaming, guns blazing, kicking innocent butts, slapping people unnecessarily and probably doing a whole lot of other demeaning things to people who have no ill will towards me, until he comes. Then I’ll have to like run really fast while dodging laser fire.
Nice going Meony, this one is going to go down into the Sithies awards.
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Post by Gukky on Sept 3, 2013 21:50:52 GMT -8
Choo! Choo!
When was the last time Gukky had heard a train whistle? Serenno was one of the planets in the galaxy that could afford anachronisms like the whistle and human conductors. It was simultaneously difficult and effortless to blend with the crowd of eccentric millionares, brokers and tourists. Standing on the platform, he straightened his rumpled travelling suit, gave his pretty travelling companion a long and lingering kiss before bidding her a Serennian farewell. He flagged himself a taxi and handed him an address.
Later....
"Its too bad the admiral left. Do be sure to inform him that I stopped by..."
Gustav gave the lazy of a self-assured noble that changed a suggestion into a command. The secretary bowed and nodded, only too grateful to be away from one of the more eccentric minor nobles who were too insignificant to matter on a plantary scale but wielded enough power to make life difficult for whomever he fancied. Besides, with all the purges, there were all these nobles sprouting like wildflowers. Baron Remiak-Kodaly was no exception, he cradled the expensive liquor with cultured wrist of an aristocrat but wore an unusual tunic that she hadn't seen in any catalogues yet. Best to give him something to amuse himself with and get out of his way.
And he did find something to amuse himself with. Grinning his fraternal grin, he waited until Meony had finished her hushed call before shifting in his seat, crossing his legs.
"I'm sure he can take care of himself. But…" The doctor languidly spread his arms out and rested them on the couch, easily touching both ends. "…I think at this point you should be more concerned with yourself. How have you been doing, Lady Emilia?"
Did she remember him? They didn't spend much time together post-operation, thanks to that Mandalorian, which was thankfully absent. But everything else was immaterial at this point. He would draw his own conclusions, depending on the data she gave him. He was a cheeful blank, which she could fill in any way that she liked.
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Krystal "Meony" Tancredi
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Sept 4, 2013 0:59:15 GMT -8
Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Sept 4, 2013 0:59:15 GMT -8
“Gah!” I nearly jump and hit the ceiling, and when I say I nearly hit the ceiling, I mean I literally nearly jump and hit the ceiling! When did he get here? Who is he? Why is he asking...oh gosh, he knows Lady Emilia too...which could be me, or not. I mean, I don’t even know yet. What do I say to him? He seems very comfortable with me, or rather, he seems to be familiar with me, or Emilia, whom I may or may not be. Geez, hard to know how to consider myself around these people, and I feel very exposed and alone without the Admiral or even Spectre at this point. Maybe it’s not such a bad idea for Spectre to come. D’oh! I should have just asked him to take off his helmet and armor, at least he won’t look so...I don’t know, provocative? I mean, he won’t provoke them to try slaughtering us on sight. Oh, I should say something to this man instead of just staring at him with my deer-in-the-headlights look. I lowers my hands and sort of try a half-bow? “I-I...I don’t know if I am Lady Emilia...yet.”
I gesture to the servant, “But I’m on my way to find out. I’m sorry, but am I supposed to remember you? I’m afraid my amnesia doesn’t exactly give me any recollection of...well, anyone.”
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Sept 4, 2013 8:17:56 GMT -8
Post by Gukky on Sept 4, 2013 8:17:56 GMT -8
There was a purity in amnesia, an innocence, that "Meony" had been blessed with. It was exactly that which made her so valuable. There was no shortage of artists like himself, the Major and others - but there was a shortage of canvasas to work on. A perfect blank slate.
Fortunately for her, Gustav interests extended beyond that banal need to express himself. Besides, he didn't believe in such a quaint notion of a tabula rasa. No, he was far more curious to know why she had been scraped clean of any identification. And what had been written there before. He took a deep breath. Gustav had never seen someone so cutely flustered while looking for an answer to an impossibly simple questions. His forefinger scraped agitatedly against his thumb. He was also unable to answer his own question. But his desire to know was as bad as a physical itch that needed scratching. Who was she, really? He didn't believe in fate either. He had seen the ghostly tendrils of the etching that had been written on her fabric as he had operated. Clues that only asked only more maddening questions. Who was really behind this le petit bête noire?
Perhaps he had held the silence for too long. Perhaps he had fixed her with his brooding, smouldering stare for too long. That was out of character with who he currently was.
Gukky affected a sigh and gave an indolent shrug, dismissing her answers as if they were of little concern.
"That matters not, Lady Emilia. I have been sent as due representative of my family to inform you that we and I..." So said the doctor, standing and sweeping down with all the flambouyant grace of a prince of Serenno, clasping her hand to kiss it. "Duc Remiak-Kodaly, are at your side." He held the pose, waiting for her acknowledgement. Only then would he be able to give it the ritualistic peck.
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Post by Spectre on Sept 4, 2013 11:23:58 GMT -8
*Since it's like peeing into a tin can while staring at the sun, the Whitecloak comes rushing up a 100 feet or so away from where Meony was and lands with the same approved codes that she had. He was completely unaware of the Curfew, completely unaware that Emilia was killed by Death Watch, and completely unaware that Gukky had shown back up. He shuts down the systems and exits out of his ship. He walks with a hurried pace, until he finally he arrives at her side.*
"Goddess! Thank the War God you're ok. You know it makes me uneasy when you take off by yourself....."
*Out of the corner of his eye, even with the 360 vision in his buy'ce, Spectre notices Gukky. He turns his head to get a better look, and stares. It only takes a few seconds, but it clicks in his head. He recognizes that face and glasses.*
"YOU!"
*He shouts as he pulls out his rippers with each hammer cocked in one smooth motion.(Insert troll joke here)*
"You got a lotta nerve showing your face here ner'vod. Especially after the last time we met. I don't know what you did, but you aren't getting the chance to do it again. Make one false move, and I'll turn you into a pink paste where you sit."
*Spectre has Gukky at a distinct disadvantage. That is until 7 Esperanti guards armed with Westar-14 blaster rifles come out in a horseshoe to try to surround him.*
=Head Captain=
"Halt Mandalorian scum! You are in violation of curfew and will be detained immediately! Non-compliance will result in deadly force to be authorized, now put down your weapons and surrender! NOW!"
*Spectre mutters dikuts under his breath. If he takes his guns off Gukky he gets away, if he doesn't take down the guards he gets detained and can't protect the Goddess. This is the type of situation that Gukky really should take advantage of because he isn't exactly geared for combat against an armed, armored and psychotic Mandalorian. (Wink, wink. Nudge,nudge. Say no more, say no more.) Spectre draws a breath and the force to him reflexively to enhance his speed. He whips around and shoots at their weapons to knock them out of their hands. (Meanwhile this would allow Gukky to get away.)*
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Post by Count Monte Demici on Sept 4, 2013 16:40:36 GMT -8
*The Esperanti troops surround Spectre. He is pre-occupied with a gentleman in glasses. They utilize a horseshoe to try to cut him off without hurting the girl. Before they can react, Spectre shoots the weapons out of their hands with incredible speed. Monte is on his way to meet with the young Countess, when he hears the chatter over the coms about a lone mandalorian gunman. Monte tells the pilot to hurry up immediately. Within several minutes Monte arrives . The scene is chaos. A spotlight is over head of Meony and the mando. More troops surround but don't make a move because Meony seems to be defending him. Monte comes up to one of the wounded Captains. Monte, still wearing his Imperial Knight armor, speaks to him.*
"Captain! What in the name of harmony is going on here?"
=Wounded Head Captain=
"He came out of nowhere and attacked us, Count Demici. Now he has the girl as his hostage."
*Monte knew he was lying to save his ass. The Captain had been embarrassed.*
"Your failures will be dealt with by your House. You're dismissed."
*The Captain bows to Monte as he should but he mumbles something inaudibly. Monte could sense his feelings so it wasn't hard to guess that it wasn't nice. Monte walks out passed the troops surrounding Meony and Spectre. The troops know his is an Imperial Knight and know he can handle himself better than they could the crazy mandalorian. He can see that he wears the armor of an Executioner and that he bears no sigils of Death Watch anywhere. Upon a more concentrated effort, Monte could sense he was Force-sensitive. A sure death sentence for a mando to be sure, which explained why he would be alone. Why he was with the young Countess after she was thought to be killed by a mando tickled Monte a little. But he kept such feelings to himself. Nevertheless, Monte must find out what he's doing with her.*
"Everybody, as protector of this planet and member of House Demici, I command you all to stand down immediately. No. Arguments."
*Some try to interject but they are hushed and sent away. Within a few minutes, all is somewhat back to normal with a few Esperanti guards still at the ready.*
"Please forgive the overreaction of my people. We have just come under new leadership and tensions are.....extremely sensitive. I am Count Monte Demici. Protector of House Demici AND Serenno. I know you, young lady are believed to be Countess Emilia Esperanti. I find your company with a Mandalorian mildly.......amusing. I'm sure there is a perfectly rational explanation."
*Which was true. Even if it was far fetched. The truth will reveal itself soon enough.*
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Sept 5, 2013 9:07:02 GMT -8
Post by Gukky on Sept 5, 2013 9:07:02 GMT -8
The galaxy was strung together into a wonderful web of interconnected people, politics and power. While it was a pretty analogy, it was also very real. The doctor had transcended to the point where he could see the strings, feel its tug and appreciate it.
Hence, Gustav was nonplussed when Specter walked in. He was bound to no law of causality, a free radical who would have cheerfully floated away if he wasn't tied down to the impossibly magnetic presence of Tancredi. It was to be expected - any move he made that directly influenced her would doubtless affect him. Thankfully, the goddess had reeled in his more violent tendencies, otherwise the Doctor would have doubtless had his dome aired out. But what use was a monster with a heart?
It was also a useful ability to be a forgettable human being. But luckily, the Specter problem solved itself. See, all you needed to do was wait long enough, delay the desire for immediate gratification and then reap the rewards. Specter had carelessly exposed him back to Gustav, who slowly rose from his kneeling position, holding Meony's hand while his other held a very nasty shockstick. The Count himself had come for a visit at this pivotal moment. While Gustav could care little for the matters of Serenno, his persona of Duc Remiak-Kodaly did. What finer entry could he have into Serennian politics than to save the resurrected Emilia from the treacherous hand of a mad Mandalorian?
He had all the time in the world to pick a gap in Specter's Mandalorian armour, something that he was already well-familiar with, and dump a far beyond lethal dose. Emperor Palpatine would be proud.
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Krystal "Meony" Tancredi
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Sept 5, 2013 21:49:27 GMT -8
Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Sept 5, 2013 21:49:27 GMT -8
My face is a shade deeper than a tomato right now. Is he about to kiss my hand?!? What am I, a noble lady?
Oh wait...
But I'm not really sure how to react, so I kind of just stand there, looking like a total spaz, which I totally am. And that's when lovely poodoo hits the ventilator. Yeah, sorry about my language, but I'm fond of that term, because it really applies to the story of my life. Presently at least. But considering that I somehow am even here, says plenty about what my past life probably is like too.
I sigh, at superspeed. Yeah, so like, nobody saw me sigh, because it was kind of like a faster than the speed of light kind of thing, but so that kind of makes it irrelevant in a ways? What is relevant is that Spectre, untrue to his name, makes like a flippin' battering ram in a wall, and announces to the whole galaxy just what he is up to. Oh! Spectre Spectre Spectre! I raise an eyebrow at him (he's like the only guy I'm not really nervous around, but father of the year he is so not!) when goes on and on about how worried and antsy he becomes - like I can't see that - when he breaks off in mid-sentence, looking at Duc Remiak-Kodaly.
Not good.
I jump when he shouts "YOU!" at the man. They know each other??? Hey! Does that mean I am from here? Hold on...the way Spectre said that. It wasn't friendly. So that means...
Oh boy.
"Spectre...YIP!" I was kinda going to ask him about it when he's whipping out guns, and starts having a showdown with the man, and who has to come and make it even better? Seven noble house soldiers. At least, that's what I think they are, but they definitely belong to the House Esperanti branch, because I sure don't have soldiers on my side, and if I do, they'd know Spectre, and wouldn't be pointing guns at HIM! Gah, I knew I would have to start flying soon. I was just about to put myself in front of Spectre (which I'm sure he will not appreciate, since he's got it into his head he needs to protect me 24/7), and try to do some fast talking, not that I'm ever good at such things, and I'm even more discombobulated in the presence of so many armed and angry people, but I will try all the same, when Spectre takes matters into his own hands. Oh flippin' joy! Seriously?!? C'mon, as if things aren't bad enough! He's shooting things out of people's hands! I swear, one of these days, I'm sneaking his weapons off our ship!
Fortunately, some really official looking guy arrives (after blinding us with spotlights, or me at least), and sort of orders every one to stand down. Finally! Then he turns and addresses me, and I kind of back up into Gustav...hey, when did I get in front of him??? And why am I standing on his shoes?!? I quickly hop off. Hey, I'm practically featherweight, but standing on someone's feet uninvited is just rude. I look up at him apologetically, and then turn back to the intimidating Count Monte Demici. I step away from everyone and draw closer to the count. I really want to know if I am Emilia Esperanti or not. But first, I need to clear the air about Spectre and me. Namely what Spectre is.
"H-he's not a Mandalorian!" I blurt out. "Well...I-I mean, he kinda is...was? But he's not anymore...I think....I mean he just follows me...around. He's my...." Father? Friend? Bodyguard? "I wouldn't go anywhere without him. And he's my protector."
Well at least I got that much out with a sound of conviction.
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Count Monte Demici
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Post by Count Monte Demici on Sept 7, 2013 9:26:48 GMT -8
*Not a Mandalorian? Either this young woman didn't perceive things normally or it didn't matter to her, one thing was for sure. He was definitely Mandalorian.*
"Forgive my failing powers of observation, but anything that walks like a mando, talks like a mando, and wears armor like one clearly is Echani. A thousand pardons, Milady."
*The biting sarcasm dripping off Monte is something that comes from the Barracks of the Imperial Knights. Decorum and diplomacy wasn't one of Monte's strong suits. He was a trained weapon, a shield and saber. Ironically enough, Monte doesn't know that Spectre is indeed Echani. Genetically that is, which being raised Mandalorian automatically negates. A tingle of danger comes across Monte as it no doubt comes across Spectre. The Doctor's intentions are clear that he intends to kill the Mandalorian. With a Master's understanding of Force Speed, he moves at a barely visible speed just inside of both of them and off to the side of Meony; taking out his curved-hilts, activating them with the proverbial snap-hiss, with fluid precision, attempts to place them mere inches from Gukky and Spectre in the hopes to quash this fight about to break out and shed more blood. Monte didn't know this other guy, but he knew he didn't have the Force on his side like Spectre did. Monte didn't know the history between the two of them, and he didn't care either. One thing is for certain. This was going to end. Peacefully or with both of them dead.*
"Gentlemen. Pardon the interruption,but I just felt it necessary to interject myself into this conversation. Whatever your reasons, this hostility ends here. Immediately. Now I suggest you two part ways, or you'll both part with your heads from your shoulders. Understood? "
*Hopefully this put an end to this showdown. As it's been way too chaotic already for one night.*
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Sept 8, 2013 23:12:24 GMT -8
Post by Gukky on Sept 8, 2013 23:12:24 GMT -8
Meony's waltz was a study in human dynamics - flittering between him and Spectre, onto his shoes and the demure spin away to the Count - with the all the chaotic grace of butterfly. Or a spider? The ties that bound the three unrelated beings in the room, a doctor, a count and a deranged Mandalorian were impossibly random. Ruefully, he realised that he was ensnared in this game that revolved around this engmatic creature. And he'd be lucky if he could get out here alive. It only made this puzzle only more fun to solve.
The white-knuckled grip tightened on the stockstick - so close to giving that damnable Mandalorian a well-deserved heart-attack and leaving him to enjoy his last few moments of existence in agony. Flick. The crackle of high intensity voltage abruptly stopped. Slowly, the doctor took a step back away from glowing lightsaber and also Spectre. Two more steps back and he sat back down into the couch. The near brush with combat, without Florentjin or stimulants, was enough to send his blood-sugar plummeting but his biomedical implants would correct that problem shortly.
There would be other opportunities to get him and with a lot more finesse too. Grin. It would be a great second date with Major.
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Sept 9, 2013 8:47:23 GMT -8
Never underestimate having friends you didn't want. Simply put: they came through when nobody else would. It was a little, ironic slice of Murphy's Law. That which you didn't want would always be that which you had your hands in. Rough? Harsh? Nonsense.
What did it matter as long as the target was smiling?
How Kuroro got in wasn't important. How she made it to same room where this duty dance of macho, overgrown testosterone was spouting every which way like a neighborhood spastic babbling about a new flavor of ice cream they had just discovered was not important. The Pink Nightmare had so many options she could have easily made it here a dozen times, left, and came back in using another persona or tactic.
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Sept 10, 2013 15:46:47 GMT -8
Post by Lord Invisus on Sept 10, 2013 15:46:47 GMT -8
Invisus' Cloaked shuttle lands just outside the city limits. He instructs his personal guards to stay with the ship as he follows a familiar presence in the force. As he enters the city the feeling gets stronger, he is sure of what it is now that tugs on his heart strings. How it was possible he did not know but the Force never lied. Was it really going on five hundred years? Maybe it was possible after all. She was half Morellian after all and she was likely force sensitive like himself. But no. She had been there in the Netherworld. She was long dead of that he was certain. But the feeling in his soul would not let up. A decedent perhaps? No, no, there would be a clear difference. It was her force signature, almost. Further questions would have to wait. He had almost reached the source.
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Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Sept 11, 2013 7:07:32 GMT -8
“Yeah, exactly!” I answer excitedly, “He is Echani!”
I whip my head about in a dangerous whiplash, for humans, because Monte moves like, really fast! Considering that I can move pretty fast myself and see things in slow motion, this means Monte is really fast! Why’d he...Oh no...Spectre, still?!? I’m getting so tired of all the weapons.
“Guys!” I shout. “No more weapons! Please!”
I stamp my foot on the ground, only my foot doesn’t make any impact. In fact, it doesn’t make any sound. If I wasn’t so flustered, I would have noticed that I’m hovering a foot and a half off the ground. I literally walk on air towards Spectre. First things first. He’s crazy, big and scary, but he’s not unreasonable...most of the time. I rest both of my hands on one of his. I don’t really notice how I’m not craning my neck up at him like I usually do when I talk to him. *“Buir,” I say in Echani. At least, I think it’s Echani. “Please? I’m not in danger. I’m fine. We’ll talk about it later, okay?”
I look at Monte and Remiak-Kodaly, half extending a hand to them, “He won’t cause any more trouble. I just...I just want to know if I am Emilia Esperanti or not. That’s all. I’m not here to make trouble, I’m not here to fight a war or make war. I’m not even looking for position or wealth. I just...want to know where I belong.”
I sigh, this is getting very taxing on my head. And now I’m smelling something in the air. I don’t know what it is, and I look around very quickly. Maybe it wasn’t a smell, it was more like a...a feeling. I don’t know how to describe it. I just thought it was like I became briefly aware of someone else, someone who isn’t within sight in this room, so I stare really hard, until I’m looking through walls, and I try to see who’s approaching from outside. But it’s really hard to make sense of anything that I’m seeing through my X-Ray vision.
* Parent (Mando’a)
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Sept 11, 2013 10:32:28 GMT -8
Post by Lord Invisus on Sept 11, 2013 10:32:28 GMT -8
Yes this was the place. No doubt of it now. The magnificent chateau stood before him, gleaming crystal windows and fine granite walls. She was in there, he had to know what the vision was about, it was like bug crawling though is brain and tugging at wires. He hadn't been able to sleep for days. He approached the front door and rang the bell being sure to switch from his deep and frightful "god" voice to his pleasant and non-intimidating "mortal" voice.
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Sept 11, 2013 16:14:59 GMT -8
Post by Spectre on Sept 11, 2013 16:14:59 GMT -8
*Spectre felt the danger. The man with the spectacles wasn't backing down. He'll have to be put down instead. Just as he's about to turn and unload, Monte is there with both sabers out. Spectre can feel the heat and hear the hum. Impressive, most impressive.*
"You move quick ner'vod. Quicker than most, which includes me."
*He relaxes his guns and puts them away in a gunslinger flourish. He looks at Gukky.*
"Next time burc'ya*, you won't be so lucky."
*Spectre looks over at Monte still pointing his sabers.*
"You wanna relax those things ner'vod?"
*Spectre looks over at Meony and take his Buy'ce off. He was genetically Echani. It was a damn good guess by Monte.*
"Cinciri'ika*, you're never out of danger. Ever."
*(Friend used ironically)
*(Little snowflake)
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Post by Count Monte Demici on Sept 12, 2013 7:52:49 GMT -8
*So he was Echani. Ironies abound. Still, the young Countess would need a quick education of Mandalorian life. Monte was no expert, but he knew his enemy. What was more ironic is it seemed the young Countess was levitating. No. Not levitating, hovering. A powerful technique that he, himself knew. Force Flight. There wasn't any records of Lady Emilia being force-sensitive, much less to be using a power like that and so effortlessly. Did she become force-sensitive when she was brought back or is this something else entirely. Whatever the case he would have to take them inside. Another presence was about to reveal itself, or rather more than one presence. Monte extinguishes his sabers and places them back in their holsters behind his back.*
"Buir, burc'ya, ner'vod and cinciri'ika are not Eshan the language of the Echani. Your "Buir", which is mando'a for father/mother, speaks with a dialect from the planet Mandalore itself. Death Watch members usually speak with a Concordian dialect. Ner'vod becomes ner'tat, which is the same for "My brother/sister." Genetically he maybe Echani, however that becomes irrelevant once he's adopted by an "aliit'alor" a clan leader or member of that clan."
*Monte points to the sigil on Spectre's chest plate.*
"The sigil on his armor or in mando'a "aliik beskar'gam" is of the clan Skirata. "Aliit Skirata". Spectre is a Skirata. A force using Skirata. Which according to the new Mandalore is a death sentence. Which is why he's hanging out with you and not trying to kill everyone who uses the Force like the Mandalorian Empire is doing currently."
*Monte then gestures for them to follow him inside.*
"As much as I would love to continue the history lesson and wax philosophies, let us go inside. As I can sense we all wish to know if you are the young Countess, and that others have a vested interest in you as well. After you milady. And you miscreant."
*The last part was aimed at Spectre, but in a playful tone. Serious but playful, he was a miscreant compared to the rest of nobility on Serenno.*
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Saffia
Sept 12, 2013 10:30:23 GMT -8
Post by Garrek Kanos on Sept 12, 2013 10:30:23 GMT -8
Garrek's Aurek-class fighter lands in its designated docking bay, as per the port authorities, in Saffia. The planet looked not too dissimilar from Naboo in his descent, but the city life proved much different, mostly in style and architecture. The sun began its descent on the horizon, having just reached the later hours of the afternoon, waning into early evening. Garrek's favorite time of day.
Despite the long, aging war with the Mandalorians, Garrek was granted a leave of absence during his tour at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. It'd been well over a year since he began his term there. He'd lost friends he'd made to Mandos on deployment missions to help protect key targets. After three successful missions (and one failure), the Council granted Garrek another related mission that didn't involve directly coming in conflict with the Mandalorians, but rather an investigative mission that had to do with the Death Watch. He was sent to Saffia to inquire of the Esperanti Estate what involvement the Death Watch had there and to trace their steps from there.
Garrek departed the spaceport and headed into the city, asking about for the local cantina, as was the best place to gather all types of information...
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Krystal "Meony" Tancredi
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Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Sept 13, 2013 3:46:09 GMT -8
O...kay...
Clearly I have a lot to learn. I think Spectre mentioned it before, and I should have known, the words and terms I've learnt from him aren't Echani, but Mandalorian. Geez can I be such a spaz. And of course, Spectre never agrees with me when it comes to my personal safety. Also, Monte sure knows a lot about Spectre, and his past. I widen my eyes at all the revelations. This may be as much a surprise to him as it is to me. And just like that the lesson is over. I hear the door bell ring and again I feel the urge to look through the walls see who's there, because I'm feeling something so strong in my...gut. And that's when it hits me that I'm flying! I drop to the ground immediately, without bending my legs or anything. I just drop, like I'd not been flying for goodness knows how long. No wonder Spectre looked closer to me for a while. Sheesh, I need to pay attention to this kind of things.
I head further in, following the guidance of Monte, but taking hold of Spectre's hand. I give him a quick smile, leaving it at that. What else is there to say or do but to discover the truth now, yes?
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Saffia
Sept 14, 2013 8:26:28 GMT -8
Post by Spectre on Sept 14, 2013 8:26:28 GMT -8
*Skirata. Skirata. Aliit Skirata. Skirata. Skirata. That name just kept echoing in his head like wailing phantom fire trucks screaming down a ghost town. Then all of a sudden.*
*BOOM!*
*It was like a psychic neutron bomb went off in his head and he drops his buy'ce on the ground and doubles over onto his knees with his hand on his forehead. Memories, memories kept rushing in his head like an unstoppable tidal wave. His father, his clan. He could remember them. But they were dead. Killed by Ashrah Intalbo's death squad. He too was supposed to be dead, but the Moon Goddess saved him. He gets this feeling of regret of loss, but it's quickly replaced by an overwhelming Hate and need for justice. Justice or revenge. Only time will tell. Something distracts him. His fathers voice saying Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad Jaster. I know you name as my own, Jaster. Jaster. Jaster Skirata. Spectre Gets up after picking his buy'ce back up and placing it on Meony's head. He tilts his head to the right cracking his neck bones.*
"My name is Jaster Skirata. But you can call me Spectre. Let's go find out if Cinciri'ika is Emilia Esperanti."
*With that they head to where they need to be.*
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