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Glastro
Apr 9, 2013 11:34:29 GMT -8
Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:34:29 GMT -8
Glastro was a major city on the planet of Bimmisaari. The city was noted for its production of Glastroan wine.
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Oct 9, 2013 11:22:00 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 9, 2013 11:22:00 GMT -8
*After he exits the re-entry, he begins to make his way to the city. Dred picks a place on the outskirts but close to his destination. Unlike most Dred was prompt to his appointments. Wasting very little time he lands and powers down his Virago. He exits and begins to walk very casually to his destination. His black and Orange Armor catching very little light, his shoulder drape that could keep a family of four warm covers right shoulder down to his knee. His hand is placed on his ripper, but it couldn't be seen. In his left hand he carried his Buy'ce. Revealing to all passersby his newly genetic modifications. Most were unsettled by a lone manadalorian, but to see the vornskresque features on his face was even more "unsettling". His hair wasn't hair anymore, it was a mixture of hair and mane. Arriving at his first destination, he waits. He can smell and taste the fear, as he can also hear peoples conversations. He laughed a little. Waiting. Waiting for the ones who planned to frame him and his group. Waiting. Like a predator setting a trap for his prey. He was out in the open but in public. If things went south, he could always use a casual civilian as a shield.*
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Glastro
Oct 9, 2013 12:15:17 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 12:15:17 GMT -8
*A TIE/D Defender roars down towards the city, the cloaking that had been used to enter orbit was no longer needed. Piteos rarely favoured sitting in a spaceport trying to check out unless on a planet where the flash of his ID would be sufficient. Most planets weren't too kind to him due to old criminal charges. He sets down not too far from the city in a small patched jungle near the outskirts of Glastro.*
*He disembarked his vessel, wearing his usual black kimono and hakama set. On his right hip would be his katana, and hidden in either sleeve could be found his silver bladed lightsabers, and on both ankles were holstered hold out Verpine Shatter pistols. Each loaded with extra magazines in his obi sash. His silver eyes flicked about him and he headed towards the city by foot.*
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Glastro
Oct 9, 2013 14:40:10 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 9, 2013 14:40:10 GMT -8
The starfighter 'Natalia' glided quietly over the city, and landed at a pre-designated point at the spaceport. The hatch came open, and none other than Jedi Master Adieumus Matango stepped out. He pulled off his flight suit, folding it neatly, and draping it over his arm. Moving to the port side of the craft, he opened one of the cargo hatches, and pulled out his knapsack. Setting it on the ground, he pulled out a pair of black gauntlets, the matching bracers, and the black hilt of his lightsaber. Putting the flight suit in the pack, he clipped the saber to his waist, and put the pack back into its spot in the cargo compartment.
He looked at the chronometer on the wall, and saw that he had about a half hour before he was to meet his contact....plenty of time for the others to arrive as well. For now, he simply stayed by his fighter, and waited for the others to arrive.
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Oct 9, 2013 14:49:38 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 14:49:38 GMT -8
*Piteos felt a slightly familiar presence shortly after he had been in the city for some time. He wanted to say it was none other than Adieumus, but something felt slightly off about him. His silver eyes narrowed slightly while he focused more on the location of the individual he felt, perhaps he could get information about the current happenings of the galaxy.*
*His silver eyes widened and shone brilliantly, Adieumus would be at the Spaceport. He must have arrived shortly after Piteos had. There was a reason Piteos stopped here then it seemed, Adieumus had enough political know how to possibly give him a lead on to where he can find his assailant at the City of Bone. It wouldn't be long until Piteos had found the coward who had interrupted his duel with Malice.*
*It wasn't long before the sorcerer had entered the Spaceport, and was heading towards where he could sense Adieumus' presence the most. It seemed like his target was not moving, not at all, perhaps waiting to disembark after preparing himself. His silver eyes and feigned jovial expression stretched across his face as he entered the hangar bay that he figured Adieumus would be in, and he just stood there at the entrance looking at the man waiting for confirmation that it was in fact Adieumus.*
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Oct 9, 2013 15:20:28 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 9, 2013 15:20:28 GMT -8
A flash in the force....someone Adi had thought dead long ago. A vision of a silver-eyed assassin, the flash of a razor-edged weapon that seemingly cut the very fabric of space and time....Piteos? No...he had vanished long ago.
But there he was, as large as life, and twice as vicious as a space-crack-injected Vornskr. It wasn't just a vision of the past.....It was indeed Zenchou Piteos....and he was sporting the familiar faux-grin that plastered his face in nearly every encounter that Matango had the pleasure of seeing the sorcerer. The Jedi Master said nothing, and simply bowed his head in a casual greeting. He continued leaning upon the ladder of his starfighter, and grinned as well. It had been what....five? six years? Maybe longer? So much had happened as of late that the past was almost another lifetime ago....five years seemed like forever, it would seem, and a decade? It would seem to span an eternity.
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Oct 9, 2013 15:25:23 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 15:25:23 GMT -8
*Piteos returns the nod and slowly approaches the Jedi. He had possibly fought against him on several occasions, perhaps not directly, but most often wars were twice as deadly behind the velvet facade of friendliness. As Piteos nears he flashes his teeth through his smile, revealing the sharpened points of his mouth.*
"It's been some time Adieumus, I wasn't completely sure if it was even you." *His voice was as cold and emotionless as ever, even despite the somewhat warm greeting.* "What have I missed in these last several years."
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Oct 9, 2013 15:50:16 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 9, 2013 15:50:16 GMT -8
"Not much.....just...everything. Pretty much everything you knew about is ancient history at this point. LAN is gone, I don't control Honoghr anymore, the major powers when last I knew you were around are pretty much defunct. Even the IF has been off the radar, and assumed defunct or underground.
Dace is...."
He hesitated for a moment without even realizing he had done so. It was still fresh in his mind hearing about his old friend's demise at the hands of the Mandalor, Ashrah Intalbo....or Australis....or whatever the buckethead had changed his name to after his ascent to power. Bottom line was, the man was a murderer, and attempting mass genocide on those who wielded the force in any manner.
"Dace is dead. Slain by the leader of the Mandalorians. They are on a crusade to wipe out all force users. They call it a holy war. I call it genocide. In fact, I'm here on semi-official business for the Jedi Watchmen regarding the conflict.
What brings -you- here?"
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Oct 9, 2013 16:00:04 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 16:00:04 GMT -8
*Piteos takes in all that the Jedi tells him, he knew that the IF was not defunct but merely biding its time. He had yet to hear about the loss of the LAN, and partially wondered as to what could have caused the downfall. But all these ponderings stopped when he heard news of his brother, killed by Mandalorians. The sith had some extensive issues he needed to sort out with the clan Australis, mostly dealing with its cowardly handling of his duel with Malice.* "Who killed him, what is his name and clan?"
*Piteos was already on his datagauntlet checking the HoloNet, as well as getting ready to do some further searching regarding his brother's murderer. Piteos wasn't looking out of revenge, more to a spiteful rage that his brother had been slain by someone other than himself, or his family. Piteos barely acknowledge Adieumus' question, and responds in a manner that hints that he wanted the persons name who dealt his brother his final blows.* "I am here looking for information, and it seems that I have some. Regarding this man seeking to kill the Force sensitives, what can you tell me about him?"
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Oct 9, 2013 16:16:24 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 9, 2013 16:16:24 GMT -8
"Pretty much anything, down to the size of his boots. He's Clan Australis....but from what we can tell, he's one of the few left. Interesting fact about him though...he seems to be highly resistant to direct force attacks or use against him for some reason or another. He's an odd bird to say the least. He's the one that killed Dace. It's part of the reason we know as much as we do about him. At least -one- good thing has come of Concordia's falling."
He still couldn't quite believe it, but it was very true. Dace -was- dead, and he wasn't coming back this time.
"He won't stop at just the Jedi, you know. He will come after us all...hunt us one by one if he has to. I'm looking to stop him here and now before he can do any more damage than he has already done."
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Oct 9, 2013 16:29:59 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 16:29:59 GMT -8
"Clan Australis you say?" *His smile spread so much, that one would expect a forked tongue to flicker out of his mouth out of happiness.* "That is the exact clan I am looking to eradicate..."
*Piteos stays quiet for a moment, as he thought and while he looked over the news regarding Dace's death and information regarding the clan Australis. Ashrah, was the name of the man who had killed Iniquitous. He would also be a direct line to Kaine, if he was even still alive.* "I'd take it you would be needing help, I have a free schedule, and since this sounds highly enjoyable to me. I wouldn't mind being a merchant of death and information for you and the other Jedi."
*Piteos never had a problem with working for those he would like to kill, so long as the money was good. Besides, he had also found a bounty on the HoloNet for certain individuals, and had taken those on as contracts too. He had been out of the circuit for a while, and no doubt many expected him to be dead. His usefulness as both a spy and assassin, had never let him down in finding great wealth and influence in this galaxy.*
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Oct 9, 2013 16:39:30 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 9, 2013 16:39:30 GMT -8
Adi wasn't surprised...Piteos was damn good at what he did. However, his methods were a double-edged weapon. They could hurt as much as they helped. Still, his skills were somewhere in the 'legendary' range, and with what was on the line, it was quite literally the lesser of two evils.
Still...it would have to be approached with caution.
"While I don't share your penchant for death, information gathering and skills such that you possess would not go amiss. Tell you what....sit in on the little pow-wow that's planned, and we can go from there. How's that suit you?"
The time was growing short, and Adi had to be at the bar near the spaceport soon. He was hoping the others would arrive before he had to leave.
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Oct 9, 2013 16:47:03 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 16:47:03 GMT -8
"Better become accustomed to death Jedi, it sounds as if there is a war that will be dealing quite much of it in the immediate future. I will attend this meeting, I take it you came here to meet a contact, what information do you have on him?" *Naturally Piteos was wary and cautious about meeting with a group of unknown individuals, especially when it may be a trap to ensure that Piteos is out of the way of what ever war the Jedi and Mandalorians had planned for the universe. He popped his neck and recentered his silvery eyes back onto Adieumus.*
"Where exactly will this meeting be taking place, and who all are you expecting? If you are going to contract me, I will tell the amount owed when finished, and you will have to take my advice when given. I would hate to see you killed over a careless misjudgement of character." *His voice showed sincerity in regards to seeking to give Adieumus positive and life protecting advice. Piteos was skilled with subterfuge and dealing in dark arts, arts that while Adieumus was familiar with did not know like the brother of An Tiarna Dubh.*
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Oct 9, 2013 17:05:24 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 9, 2013 17:05:24 GMT -8
The sad part was, the Jedi -was- used to death. It was this abundant violence, oppression, and death that had driven Adieumus to these lengths to protect those he loved. It was not unfamiliar to him at all, but he just learned to accept that which he had no power to stop.
He could, however, put an end to the tyranny of the Mandalorians once and for all if he played his cards right.
"My contacts are for me to know, Piteos. I know how to do my research, as you do. I've made it a habit to know who I deal with. I've not lived this long by being stupid. As for your terms, we can discuss them later. My contact is probably already at the bar in which we arranged to meet. A handful of my people will be along shortly, and they, too, will be there.
You have no worries about the ones attending, nor do I."
He could wait no longer. It was time to meet up with the one that could potentially help turn the tide back in favor of the force users. Standing up, he started out of the hangar.
"Shall we?"
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Oct 9, 2013 17:16:14 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 17:16:14 GMT -8
*Piteos stared into the Jedi's frozen blue eyes for some time. He nodded and then pivoted on his heels, he cared little if the Jedi agreed to his terms or even how Adieumus had any slight distaste for the methods Piteos would execute any action.* "Lead the way Jedi, and tell me what has happened to the LAN and all of your friends from those days?"
*Piteos would soon start asking about the contract he had taken for the bounties of a group. Before he would do that however, he would have Pasca do a search on her own. He sent her a typed message and would await further information regarding the targets. Piteos' silver eyes seemed to not cease movement, he stared at every face in the crowd he could, checked his sides continuously as well as behind him. Piteos was beyond a paranoid individual, he took what most would call a sickness and turned it into something more, a habit.*
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Oct 9, 2013 17:39:31 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 9, 2013 17:39:31 GMT -8
*Dred had been sitting there for a while now. He sat in the booth in the back near an exits and sat on the side where he could watch the door. Dred never met this Master Matango, but his exploits were heard of in the Mandalorian world. Dred sets his Buy'ce on the table in front of him and drinks a pitcher of black ale. Since his metabolism was through the roof he could drink such large quantities with little to no effect of drunkenness. One of the many perks of being genetically modified. There were some side effects though. Because of the Vonrskr growth hormones, he had a craving for ysalamiri. Among many others. He could hear damn near every worthless conversation from his booth to the bar to the door and all of it in between. It gave him a slight headache. He wasn't used to it just yet. It would take some time. Time was an assassin. Sooner or later, everyone's survival rate drops to zero. For now he just waited and drank his large pitchers of Black ale.*
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Oct 9, 2013 17:53:37 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 9, 2013 17:53:37 GMT -8
Strolling into the bar, Adi looked around. He had explained to Zenchou about the unification of the Jedi Order, and that being a Jedi required more than sitting on Honoghr protecting a hospital. He also told of how Adi was made Jedi Watch Commander, which also took away from his duties at home. The Republic had taken over protection of the planet as well.
Up until the Mandalorians started their rampage, all had been well. Now, no one was safe.
Looking around, he found his mark, sitting in the corner. He made a beeline for the table, and bowed as he sat down.
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Oct 9, 2013 17:56:59 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2013 17:56:59 GMT -8
ok... so i saw the ship i designed... i saw the droid beeping around... we had landed. i was at point "B"... but Master Adi was at a point additional... a point "c", and he didn't leave me a map... sheesh, and the master was known to call ME impatient. Either way i was not venturing out without knowledge of where to go. so i sent a text burst message
::Master, where are you? not to sure, but honestly i can hold the line at the shuttle...::
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Oct 9, 2013 18:01:12 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 18:01:12 GMT -8
*Piteos listened to the man while he spoke, letting his datagaunlet to record the information regarding the past happenings. Upon entering the bar, Piteos studied as many of the faces as he could along the way to the table. Where a Mandalorian appeared to be sitting, his silver eyes narrowed as he looked at the man scrutinizing him before giving him a quick bow and sitting where he could maintain an easy view on the entrance. His silver eyes darted to a passing server, and he signalled for him.* "A bottle of Glastroan wine."
*His voice was cold and emotionless, as he turned his gaze back towards the others sitting at the table. He would skip formalities and introducing himself for now, he would wait for the two that were meant to meet spoke first. He kept his data-gauntlet recording the audio, which he would eventually have to pilfer with aboard his customized TIE/D Defender to remove any overlay noise caused from being in a crowded bar.*
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Oct 9, 2013 18:14:25 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 9, 2013 18:14:25 GMT -8
*Dred can see the two men enter the bar. He sees the one man make a beeline towards him and he slide off the seat to stand up. When Dred stands up he's 7'1" tall and hard to miss. Sitting down he's 5' 10". When the Jedi bows, Dred returns a terse nod. If only to acknowledge the mans polite bow. The other one didn't do anything. But he was watching everything. Dred could smell the old blood of the innocent and the guilty on the man with the silver eyes. Dred met his Vornskresque eyes with the mans silver ones and watched them both sit as he gestures with his hand for them to take his seat. When Dred does the same, his 420 pounds frame along with his armor shake the booth. Good thing the booth was reinforced with metal, otherwise Dred would have fallen over and broke a lot of stuff on his way down. Once he was seated he chugs his pitcher of black ale and summons the waitress for another. The man with the Silver eyes and the cold tone orders some wine. Not a manly thing to do, but to each their own. By now they should have felt something unnatural about Dred. That he was a negative reflection of the Force and immune to it.*
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