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Oct 15, 2013 19:08:21 GMT -8
Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Oct 15, 2013 19:08:21 GMT -8
Synth had walked in behind her newly attuned teacher and sat off from him so area could be covered if in case of an attack on them. It was a good thing she had gotten her upgrades from the Red Dawn Complex a while back. It would come into play in the future, a hand for the sith to use in their conquest.
"Thank you.."
She says as she takes a few rounds and slams them down like it was nothing letting out a somewhat loud belch that had a short echo in the bar causing some spectators to look over her way.
"hmfph.." She says as she eyes the lot of them. Then turning to Piteos she states.
"So what's the plan, I'm itching to get some training in.." She then reclines back in her seat to stretch.
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 15, 2013 19:14:58 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 15, 2013 19:14:58 GMT -8
"You will go to Carida and await me there." Piteos says looking to his apprentice quickly. "Once there I want you to begin training by thinking of something different than what ever your action is." Piteos says this all matter of factly as if it should have been known, and that there was no other single way for her training to start. "I don't care what it is that you are doing, if you are practicing with your weapons you will be thinking of how to bake a cake. Spice it up, work on it. And when I come to Carida I shall see if you are worthy to continue past that."
Piteos' voice was completely cold, and while his training likely didn't make sense to her at this time it would eventually and in due time it would likely save her life on multiple occasions. He would want her to strengthen her focus, and deception. This small test, was something that did both, and made it into an easy yet labouring exercise of diligence and mental fortitude. He takes another sip from his mug, and leans back slightly into the booth's seat.
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Oct 16, 2013 9:24:48 GMT -8
Post by Miras on Oct 16, 2013 9:24:48 GMT -8
Stirring as his commlink chimed, Miras shook his head groggily and climbed to his feet. How long had he been asleep? A glance up at the sky told him it hadn't been too long; the moon was pretty much in the same place it had been. Yawning and stretching, the Padawan plucked a new cigarette from his pack and lit up, the lungful of acrid smoke jumpstarting him awake. Still, he wasn't exactly anxious to get back to Carida. THe place was stifling him, in truth.
Running a hand back through his messy black hair, he headed down the alley at a leisurely stroll, trusting his instincts to take him back to the spaceport. It took maybe fifteen minutes at a quick pace through the winding city streets to find the place again- long enough that he finished his cigarette and flicked it away long before the building came into view- but it seemed like he spent an eternity under the baleful eye of Bimmisaari's moon. It was giving him the oddest feeling, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
Or perhaps that was from him replaying his confrontation with the dark sider. He could still feel the ghost of a snarl on his lips, remembering the clash of sabers and the pungent smell of ozone. He shook his head. That kind of anger...it wasn't like anything he'd ever felt before, and he never wanted to feel it again. It had almost been like the sorcerer was inside his mind, planting hints and whispering suggestions.
'Maybe going back to Carida isn't such a bad idea,' Miras mused.
Stepping into the spaceport, the Corellian stalked to his fighter without looking at either of the other Jedi. The vessel was familiar to him now and his preflight check took less than five minutes. The repulsorlifts carried the TwinTail gently out of the spaceport, and the sublight engines sent it roaring up towards the planet's orbit.
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Dred Vizsla
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Oct 16, 2013 10:11:55 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 16, 2013 10:11:55 GMT -8
Piteos nods, and his silver gaze never leaves that of the man he was talking with. He had obviously had past dealings with the Death Watch in the past, perhaps while Cassus was Manda'lor, or Plu, or Kylarn. Piteos had served as one of the chief informants for the Mandalorians since he had left the planet to go represent the planet in Senate. Piteos listened to the man, while his buy'ce recorded what was being said. Most of it was useless information, or information that was commonly known. But it could become useful, and it could be used to plug pieces into place."I recall Death Watch, from years ago. Wasn't aware that it was still around." Piteos said as he brought the mug up to his lips and took a gulp of the peach flavoured ale before returning the nearly drained pint to the table. "How did you manage to get mixed in with these Jedi?"That was a particularly puzzling thing to him, he knew Adieumus fairly well and he was the sort that typically didn't go for help, and when he did it was almost always from an outside source it seems. What ever this Jedi was planning Piteos was unsure of his true intentions in involving the Sith. All of this could merely be an elaborate set up for the Mandalorians and Jedi to cut Piteos out of temporary existence. His silver eyes relaxed slightly at this time, it had been much time since he had been in the afterlife, a place he wasn't particularly fond of.
"I'm sure you have heard of us. There were plenty of pretenders with Kry'tsad sympathies. There is no Kry'tsad without a Vizsla as aliit'alor. As for getting mixed up with Adi, I found out about a plot to blow up the Oya'baat that would have been blamed on us. I was going to hunt down this group and kill them all, but I thought it would be a better business opportunity than a personal vendetta. Hear them out and try to get something in return for my services." |
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 16, 2013 10:23:19 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 16, 2013 10:23:19 GMT -8
"Makes complete sense to me. The enemy of my enemy could work with me." Piteos knew that one all too well, the enemies of his enemy often became a momentary ally. An ally he would build up dossiers on until he found someone who would be interested in their information, and in most cases their death. Piteos' silver eyes lingered on the man, if he could sense his mind it would be useful in this case. Interrogations, and questionings often were easier when you could peer into one's mind. Instead Piteos would have to work off of only the words this man had said.
"I take it that it is your...displeasure to kill someone weak, or not in their prime I guess?" His eyes locked on the Mandalorian sitting across from him. "I guess that is why you would work with the Exchange and get that pimp off the streets? What with him being a threat and all." The pimp had been abusing and using the women in the local area to get his credits, which would likely have been motive enough for the man. But the credits definitely sweetened the deal.
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Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb)
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Oct 16, 2013 18:39:12 GMT -8
Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Oct 16, 2013 18:39:12 GMT -8
"Um.. very well"
She could only muster up those words as she didn't know what exactly he meant but she was going to do her best to figure it out and find this place. She finishes up her drink by slamming it down. Soon after a look at Piteos and then got up without further words and walked out the door. Standing outside for a moment leaning against the wall she thinks for a moment and then heads for her ship.
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 16, 2013 19:09:39 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 16, 2013 19:09:39 GMT -8
Syn...you do understand what I am tasking you with? His voice echoed through her mind. He had already influenced her in some way earlier, by manipulating her emotions and thoughts in a very slight manner. Do this so that when you are making a move, you will naturally be thinking of something else.
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Adi
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Oct 16, 2013 19:51:00 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 16, 2013 19:51:00 GMT -8
About fifteen minutes after he had begun to snooze, Adi was awakened by the tingle in the back of his neck....Miras was approaching. Flipping a few switches, the repulsors came to life on Adi's craft, and he sent a signal to Monte and Piteos that he was lifting off. Gaining the proper clearances, the heavy interceptor made its way lazily into orbit.
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Dred Vizsla
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Oct 16, 2013 21:09:06 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 16, 2013 21:09:06 GMT -8
"Makes complete sense to me. The enemy of my enemy could work with me." Piteos knew that one all too well, the enemies of his enemy often became a momentary ally. An ally he would build up dossiers on until he found someone who would be interested in their information, and in most cases their death. Piteos' silver eyes lingered on the man, if he could sense his mind it would be useful in this case. Interrogations, and questionings often were easier when you could peer into one's mind. Instead Piteos would have to work off of only the words this man had said."I take it that it is your...displeasure to kill someone weak, or not in their prime I guess?" His eyes locked on the Mandalorian sitting across from him. "I guess that is why you would work with the Exchange and get that pimp off the streets? What with him being a threat and all." The pimp had been abusing and using the women in the local area to get his credits, which would likely have been motive enough for the man. But the credits definitely sweetened the deal.
"Displeasure is a nice word for it. I would call it Disgust. Picking on someone weaker than yourself proves that it is you who is truly weakest. I want people at their best, that way when I beat them, there is no excuse. When your time comes, have the courage to take on someone stronger than you. It's the only way to become stronger. Through challenges and adversity do we grow. Working with the Exchange provides opportunities to get stronger. To overcome overwhelming opposition. Taking out that hut'uun di'kut, gave me no challenge. It did provide a little satisfaction. He can't eat and live so well anymore while others don't. Survival at the expense of the weak proves nothing but cowardliness. He had a chance to prove himself, but he relied on others to do his bidding. Killing them all and getting paid in the process was just an added bonus." |
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Oct 17, 2013 8:13:55 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2013 8:13:55 GMT -8
Taking notice of the message, i finished the final check and lifted off toward home.
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 17, 2013 8:20:06 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 17, 2013 8:20:06 GMT -8
"The killing of the weak is necessary at times." Piteos says as he drains the mug of its ale. "When it is only the strong that survive, the cycle has been restored." His words carried with them a dark tell tale sign, that Piteos was one of the individuals that sought out the weak. Either to make them stronger, or to crush them under his own resolve. He was a predator, and the prey that is sick and weak should die first allowing the strong and healthy prey to grow.
He stood up and nodded to the man again, before placing his buy'ce upon his head. "I take it that I will see you at Carida when I arrive?" Piteos would head there, but only after contacting Pasca, and returning to Manaan. He had felt something before leaving there, and he would want to see if what he had felt was true. That his brother, An Tiarna Dubh, was still alive and if he was he would consult with him regarding his current objectives. Blinking a few times he sent message to Pasca.
I need you to see if you can contact any of the Order of Seven, let them know that the time to resurface is now.
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Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb)
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Oct 19, 2013 18:57:19 GMT -8
Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Oct 19, 2013 18:57:19 GMT -8
After an hour or so of meditation, she hits the button to close the ramp after her walk up it. She heads to the cockpit and starts the lift off sequence and subsequently lifting off and heading to Carida as instructed by her teacher.
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Dred Vizsla
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Oct 20, 2013 13:17:30 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 20, 2013 13:17:30 GMT -8
"The killing of the weak is necessary at times." Piteos says as he drains the mug of its ale. "When it is only the strong that survive, the cycle has been restored." His words carried with them a dark tell tale sign, that Piteos was one of the individuals that sought out the weak. Either to make them stronger, or to crush them under his own resolve. He was a predator, and the prey that is sick and weak should die first allowing the strong and healthy prey to grow.He stood up and nodded to the man again, before placing his buy'ce upon his head. "I take it that I will see you at Carida when I arrive?" Piteos would head there, but only after contacting Pasca, and returning to Manaan. He had felt something before leaving there, and he would want to see if what he had felt was true. That his brother, An Tiarna Dubh, was still alive and if he was he would consult with him regarding his current objectives. Blinking a few times he sent message to Pasca.I need you to see if you can contact any of the Order of Seven, let them know that the time to resurface is now.
"True, the weak need culling. It is a survival instinct of all predators. However, picking on the weak just to survive isn't strength. It's weakness. When all the weak ones are culled, and only the strong remain, victory obtained from that weakens the hunter. What I'm trying to say is, when only the strong ones are left, do you wait until they weaken and starve or do you meet them head on and survive? Not facing the strongest leaves a vacuum, an emptiness. You become the weak one."
*Dred knew the weak and the strong fight to survive. It is a tale amongst the civilized and the barbaric alike.*
"That is true survival. Outlasting, Outsmarting, and Outmaneuvering. Taking on a clearly superior foe and winning is what is the best teacher for survival. But I do agree that targeting the weak to show resolve for victory is a necessary strategy, but just killing them because you have the power to do so when it's not needed it is callow." |
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 20, 2013 13:29:08 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 20, 2013 13:29:08 GMT -8
"If there is something in my path, or that hinders my motives." His cold eyes narrowing from beneath the buy'ce. "I kill it. And if it is something that threatens my existence, I enjoy the peril I face from it revelling in that which is unknown. The chaos of it all." His voice muffled and distorted slightly from the voice modular from within the buy'ce. He could not disagree with the mando'ade he was consulting with, it was an understandable and proven fact. The weak were needed, but where Piteos could not find an agreement is that he would not coddle the weak as if they were an infant, he would move them out of his path and if that meant slaughtering them he would.
Piteos didn't often and go out and kill wantonly, but if he had an urge he would give into it. Not out of proving himself, or any feelings of being a predator, but because he enjoyed how a death felt through the Force. Something this man across from him would never get to understand nor feel. Just the thought of the hollow space where life once had filled, the vacuum of it into the Force to be redistributed elsewhere, it was something that Piteos enjoyed almost as much as a good duel.
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Oct 20, 2013 20:11:22 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 20, 2013 20:11:22 GMT -8
*Dred gets that animal instinct that he might just do it if he's bored or wants to entertain himself at someone else's exspence. He keeps his face expressionless aws to not give anything away. Darksiders like these types kill on a whim. While Dred has seen many like him, he doesn't exactly agree with the methods. To each their own. Who was he to question the nature of each person? That was folly to do so. So Dred just maitains his expressionless facade.*
"We are all just agents of chaos. The one thing about chaos? It's fair. And the only fair thing in a chaotic universe is chance."
*Dred finishes his pitcher, and pays the server.*
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Oct 20, 2013 20:29:29 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 20, 2013 20:29:29 GMT -8
"I am not sure about chance, nothing happens without reason. But you are right, we are all agents of chaos, our own chaotic reasoning and actions." Noticing the man pay he nods to him. "I will leave now...I look forward to seeing you again ner vod."
Piteos goes to walk away but stops after a few steps, and without looking over his shoulder he speaks to the mandalorian now behind him. "The armour is cursed..." He paused for a moment before continuing on. "I didn't expect complete immunity, but it is a good thing for you that it is the case." He moves a bit forward before turning to face the man, the cold black buy'ce with the dulling silver trim around the T-visor staring into the face of the Mandalorian. "I meant no ill will, just was curious is all."
With that the Sith Sorcerer turned made leave. His walk through the city was a slow and calm one. He wasn't in too big of a rush particularly, he would be heading to the Inner Rim, to Manaan to speak with An Tiarna Dubh his brother. There was many things that if his brother was alive, which Piteos completely believed, would need to know. His walk through the city was a mostly peaceful one, hearing the sounds of people at play he stopped to watch a group of adolescents play some form of sport. Silver eyes deadly reflecting back in on themselves while the Sith stood there, dressed in full beskar'gam, watching the youth play their games.
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Oct 20, 2013 21:38:40 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 20, 2013 21:38:40 GMT -8
*Dred isn't surprised by that last statement at all. As a matter of fact, he expected it. Dred went through some excruciating means to become immune. Having a curse put on the armor was his real goal all along. It was now duel purposed. A torture device for the field.*
"All the same ner'tat. I was counting on it. You've given me exactly what I asked for and more. To not expect some type of curse would be foolish. Now I have a fail safe. No one else will use my armor, or they'll suffer a horrible fate."
*As Piteos rise3s to leave, Dred does as well. He gets up to go back to Serenno. He had a meeting with the Count there. He heads to the space port and goes to his ship. Once he enters and fires up his ship he punches the coordinates for the return trip.*
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Oct 21, 2013 10:24:39 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 21, 2013 10:24:39 GMT -8
Piteos had watched the game for a bit before heading out of the city and into the area he had left his TIE/D Defender. Within moments of entering it, the ship is powered up and lifting off of the surface. It fades off of radar scans, as the jamming system is brought online, and then the cloaker. The cloaked TIE/D Defender rocketed up to the orbit, the twin ion engines screaming the whole way.
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Post by Shiirruk on Feb 6, 2014 12:12:22 GMT -8
Shiirruk sat in a Cantina, watching the other patrons. It had always thought staring was rude, but it was necessary to learn how aliens acted. Given enough study, it hoped to emulate much of the behavior it came across to fit in better. The gelatinous changeling had often been told by his employers that he was too stiff. This did not make sense to him, as his species was actually very flexible.
The sight of such a strange creature in their midst often caused unrest. He usually took on a vaguely humanoid shape to perhaps be accepted by the patrons, but he did this for their benefit and comfort, not his own. He had been here for several hours, waiting for his food to be prepared. Shiirruk did not understand the meaning of racism or discrimination. He just believed that he was served last because he had not called ahead, as he believed most other diners did before coming here. Taste did not matter to his species, and the price was hard to beat. As the droid waitress brought him his meal, a large bowl filled with what appeared to be scraps of other patrons' meals, other people that the droid passed covered their mouths in disgust at not only the sight, but the smell. Several nearby patrons left, not being able to stand the stench of what was obviously partially rotting food. This was possibly one of the reasons Shiirruk had to wait so long, so the good business would not be run off before they had already paid.
As the droid set down the large bowl filled with scraps and turned to go back to disinfect itself, Shiirruk began to eat, much to the dismay of those around him. Gagging was a natural response, as was ordering stronger drinks, or covering the bottoms of one's face with the collar of their shirt to try to filter the stench through the cloth.
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Feb 6, 2014 13:34:45 GMT -8
Post by Garrett Morkan on Feb 6, 2014 13:34:45 GMT -8
Garrett entered the cantina to see several people leaving with disgruntled faces and upturned noses that looked like they might scrape the top of the doorframe as they walked out. Looking around, he saw what they were probably moody about. A slime being was hungrily devouring a bowl of who knows what in one of the corner tables. He could tell that the guy was probably a newcomer to Bimmasaari as well considering the fact that if he was a local, the people would have probably gotten used to this kind of behavior or they would've found another diner to eat at by now. Glastro should have been the place where this kind of behavior would be shunned considering that the Bimm took in the Near-Humans so acceptingly. But, he guessed that some people just would never learn.
Sitting across from the slime, Garrett ordered a glass of Glastroan wine. When on Bimmisaari, do as the Bimm do. After a couple of sips, he turned to his hopeful new friend. He had gotten a couple of sips of the fine wine to quicken his tongue. He just hoped that he didn't come off as sounding arrogant or mocking. There were way too many people in this place that had an attitude problem and he didn't want to be mistaken for the crowd.
"I guess we all have our things we enjoy that others don't. For me, it's Cathar women. I always knew I liked cats when I was a kid, but I never thought I'd wanna date them when I got older, haha. Just forget about those idiots, they just don't know how to adapt. They'll all get wiped out in a couple of centuries while the rest of our legacies live on."
Garrett said as he approached the slime. Sitting down across from him/her,(Now that he thought about it, he didn't know which) he stuck out his hand proudly and gave the best smile he could muster under the smelly circumstances.
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