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Dec 7, 2016 20:31:49 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on Dec 7, 2016 20:31:49 GMT -8
Sin smiles as he gets the same look he had gotten the time before. She let him take the crate even though she herself could have handled it. She sighs softly and follows him along. She sat at the table, but even as Jashin seemed so quick to forgive the being, and eager to gain his help, she was a little less forgivable. She put on a smile much as her upbringing had taught her to do. She tried to keep to herself. Upon hearing that he was to introduce her. She looks up from her own part of the table, thinking about how rude it was to leave introductions until so late in a conversation. It was very poor etiquette. Her judgement of this being only got lower and lower. Cultural differences? That's what he called it? She tried to use her best smile and a practiced pleasant voice.*
Pleasure to meet you.
*It seemed that's all the pleasantries the being put forwards. The raised a brow at Jashin checking the tea, if he was to poison him when disusing doing some teaching, that was more points against him in her opinion. For someone to be described as flamboyant, she found him to be more a pompous ass. A shebla.
Test? What was this about now? Wasn't he already being graded? Then it started. He was cursing again, alot. She watched as he started for the door. She stood, started after him. turned on a heel, grabbed her case. She wasn't leaving it with that Di'kut. She turned on Poppi carrying her case with her after Jashin, muttering obscenities in Mando'a. She drops it unceremoniously next to him. She crouches down in front of him. She was glad that with her change of wardrobe she didn't have to be so confined in her movements anymore. She moves in close to him. Her face was mere centimeters from his.*
Hey. What's going on. Talk to me. Come on.
*She gives his shoulders a shake. She found it more comfortable to kneel down fully, almost sitting on his knees. She stares at him, he was kind of worrying her a bit. She hadn't really seen him distressed as such. She'd seen him curse alot sure. But not like this. Usually it was out of anger. He didn't seem to respond right away, to concerned about whatever was on the piece of paper. Maybe he just needed a hug. She wrapped her arms gently around his shoulders.*
What is it..?
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Loki
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Dec 7, 2016 21:05:41 GMT -8
Post by Loki on Dec 7, 2016 21:05:41 GMT -8
Raven Alora watched as the city of Theed came into view. She recalled the last time she was here with Adi, and they were alone. With a group like this, she wondered if they would ever be alone again. Regardless, Loki was offering her a chance to get her arm fixed. While Adi had done a good job making it functional, she desperately needed some new parts for the ones which had been destroyed. Though- she considered, briefly, that she was leaving Adi, asleep or no, alone, with the new guy, who she knew nothing about. She felt a little uneasy about it, and held up a hand, asking for Loki to wait for just a moment.
Walking over to Adieumus, she held out the saber he had presented her just a day earlier...before everything exploded, literally. She tucked it under his jacket should he need it.Keep a sharp eye Matango. I'll be back soon. She looked skeptically at Tiro and gave him a serious expression- which might look strange because she was so small.Sorry about this group. We tend to scatter- and find each other again. It's how it works. You don't feel like the malicious type- but, I wouldn't wake up that Arkanian in the wrong way. I take no responsibility for what he might do. One minute he's making pancakes- the next he's shooting rockets at you. She gave a smile, trusting that Adieumus would be alright, and hopefully so would Tiro. Turning, she walked behind the much larger Zabrak- probably having to take three times the steps he took to keep up with him. Such was her life of shortness. It probably looked silly- a large hooded figure followed by a tiny Jedi.
And she knew they looked odd when they entered the cybernetics shop. Coming out from behind Loki, she noticed the four armed sentient. Every one of Mordo's kind Raven had met, she had liked their deep full voice. He addressed Loki as 'Lord' and he dropped his hood, speaking out against that previous title- before pointing her out as a Jedi master. With an almost playful expression, she lifted her hands- left one twitching slightly, she responded to his announcement of following a new path. I had nothing to do with it, I swear! She said with a mock sheepish smile. And it's very nice to meet you Mr. Mordo. The two discussed Loki's eye, and Raven followed them into the back room, watching intrigued as he used his four hands to work, expertly on the small cybernetic. Then he turned to her and asked her what the trouble with her own arm was. She lifted the jerky appendage and frowned. Someone didn't like short Jedi very much- and took it out on my hand with a vybro blade....or a blaster- I can't exactly remember. As she extended the arm, uncurling her clearly damaged cybernetic fingers, he would be able to see that there wasn't anything particularly special about the arm. It was simple, made simply to function as an arm and hand without any bells or whistles. A lot of the connections in the wrist had been severed, while a couple of quick fixes had given her basic motor function in her fingers. And the whole cybernetic itself was old, even but sturdy. As mentioned before, Raven couldn't remember the last time she needed real work done on the thing. It was built to function, and built to last.Luckily...I'm right handed. Loki smirked as Raven said she had nothing to do with his change of heart, Mordo finished working on the new eye and set it down as he turned and looked at Raven. "My great great, grandfather was a Jedi general in the clone wars." Mordo said simply as he nodded at Loki. "I helped him because I happened to owe him a life debt from when I went adventuring." Mordo said with a smile of his own. "Well this won't do at all." He said tapping her arm, and releasing it from the socket it was attached too. "I'm afraid this is shot, but very good work, albeit outmoded in today's climate, I take it you want something basic and built to last?" He said smiling as he turned to a machine and stuck the damage cybernetic inside, soon a holodisplay revealed the length and the man skittered off, into yet another hidden room, and came back with a stainless steel arm of the same length. "This will only take a moment, much easier than his eye." He said as he took Raven's other hand and stuck it under yet another machine, where it scanned her skin color, then he stuck the new appendage in the same machine and a door slid closed as it began to hiss Mordo approached Loki, whom he was almost the same height has and began looking at the frayed wires. "You ripped it out?" Mordo said chastising the large Zabrak, then he held up the cybernetic eye, and began connecting the neural transmitters, and other things, then slipped it into place. "This one should take more abuse. Albeit not much more." With a click the cybernetic turned on but this time it glowed a brilliant blue color instead of yellow as Loki smiled as his vision at last cleared up. "Always good work Mordo." Mordo waved him off as he turned to the machine and began to press a few keys there was an automated ding and the door slid open. Mordo removed the now Raven skin colored new arm and walked towards her and checked the connectors and neural wires before attaching it and clipping it into place, he took out a strange device and began doing some checks on it. "There, Master Alora how does it feel?" He said beaming at her. As Loki looked blankly at the other wall his mind elsewhere trying to discern the location and presence he felt. "Raven you won't mind joining me to go visit some old "Friends" Would you?" He asked absently his mind lightyears away. How would they receive him.
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Dec 7, 2016 21:06:09 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 21:06:09 GMT -8
"Odds are one thousand one hundred and fifty to one, against. Kark. But if I...no...odds are three thousand sixty two, against." Jashin was muttering to himself, interlacing swears with various statistics, his hands in his hair, his eyes closed. When he felt Sinina's arms wrap around him, his eyes snapped open. Wide, startled, his golden eyes stared into her silver ones, his hands slowly coming up to frame her face and tangle in her hair. Pulling her forward, his lips slanting against hers, he kissed her - really kissed her. It was born of need, of desperation. A need to forget. A desperation to taste her. But, as soon as he began, he pulled away. His eyes wide, his skin turning silver - great emotion running through his body with such force as to cause him to shake.
"Clan, is everything to a Firrerreo. Nothing exists outside of clan. Nothing. Not food, not water, not sex - nothing is more important to a Firrerreo than clan." He began, his voice steadying. "Can you imagine, then, such a being turning his back on his father? On his entire clan's traditions?" Jashin's voice broke, and, standing, he began walking. His frustration manifesting as a need to physically move. "But imagine, what if you were given an impossible task. Now, you must accomplish this impossible task in order to abandon your clan's ways. But, in order to complete the task, you must make use of your clan's ways."
Stopping, ducking into an alley way, Jashin snarled, a fist coming up to punch the side of a building. Alien strength combined with animal rage - and his fist shattered the ferroconcrete underneath. "Such a task then forces you to face yourself! Because the only way to complete the impossible task, is to completely and truly immerse yourself in the ways of your family. And, once complete, force you to fully abandon them."
His head coming to rest against the wall, Jashin shut his eyes. "Poppi wants me to steal a Sein jewel from the Royal palace, today. And he wants me to do it using Carta techniques, and wearing Carta armor. If I do that, then he will train me."
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Dec 7, 2016 21:37:40 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Dec 7, 2016 21:37:40 GMT -8
She smiled warmly at the gungan as he waddled over to the water cooler. She was only a little surprised that he hadn't thought to consume plenty of water already, considering his part-amphibian nature. Not that it mattered too much to her though, what they did had little bearing on her. It was however, Angel's question that gave her pause. She wasn't quite sure how to answer it. On the one hand, she had no reason to keep her relationship a secret from the woman who had saved her life. On the other hand though, it wasn't really any of the Jedi Healer's business. "Well..." She supposed that she could just be vague about her answer. There wasn't really that much to tell about her relationship with Vincent, at least not at that moment in time. "About as well as can be expected I suppose. He's been busy doing a job for the last couple months, so I've been wandering around with Artooie. Finding Zalor has helped a bit with the loneliness though."
"Ah, I see." Angel chose not to elaborate any further on Vincent's absence. Besides the one time she had treated Tanara the last time they met, she hardly knew Vincent, and it wasn't her place to speculate on their relationship. She chose to focus on Zalor instead, since Tanara had mentioned him. "It doesn't surprise me that you are close friends with Zalor. From what little I've known of Zalor, he seems so kind and compassionate towards everyone. His connection to the Force is powerful, and it serves him well. He inspires loyalty and kinship like no other Jedi I've ever met." She paused long enough to turn outside to the courtyard, where she could clearly see Zalor hugging the old man, Tryn, and resuming their conversation in a far less distressed tone. She turned back to Tanara and shot her a confused look. "Based on what I heard last night at the party, it would seem he is planning on embarking on a mission of some kind. Do you know the nature of the mission?"
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The Ja'raak Inn Courtyard, Outside
As Zalor and Tryn composed themselves emotionally, they resumed their conversation while slowly making their way towards the doors leading back inside the Inn. They took their time, as they still wanted to talk privately and weren't ready to get a sitrep on ongoings inside the Inn yet...
"So..." The old man, Tryn, folded his arms behind his back as he slowly escorted Zalor to the lobby doors... "...when will you be leaving?"
"Honestly..." Zalor shrugged his shoulders as he stooped to pick up his satchel, which he had left on the ground by a lounge chair in the courtyard. "...I really don't know. My instructions were to wait for these Jedi Masters to come and find me. I gave Master Dash the coordinates and directions to get here. He didn't actually say when they'd arrive, though. Not that I can recall, anyway." Zalor felt a little sheepish and slightly embarrassed, having said what he just said. Here he was, saying his last goodbyes to the old man as if he was leaving right then and there, and he had no idea when Masters Matango and Alora would show up. It killed the mood, and made Zalor feel a bit like a jerk, putting Tryn through the emotional ringer.
Tryn seemed equally confused by this, and he frowned at Zalor. "So...you're not even sure if you're leavin' today? Or, when you're leaving at all?"
Zalor paused for a moment and stopped in his tracks, thinking. As he did so, he began to sense three new presences inside the Inn's cafeteria, one of whom seemed to be strong in the Force. He sensed Tanara and Angel nearby also. Seeing as how one of the new presences was Force-Sensitive, and they were near Angel and Tanara, Zalor began to wonder if maybe one of the Jedi Masters had already arrived. Zalor let his senses see out further, and as he did so, he could pick up on a number of faint, but powerful Force-Sensitive presences. He couldn't be sure until they arrived, but he had his hunches. He suddenly felt an urge to go back inside. "Well..." Zalor rubbed his left eye, which was still warm from shedding tears of parting sorrow, then moved his hand to his lips, noticing that they were chapped... "From what I'm sensing right now, they may very well be already on their way here. I'm gonna head back in and wait."
With that, Zalor and Tryn strolled back inside to the lobby.
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"Oof!" Zalor's leg bumped something metallic as he stepped back inside the lobby.
[Sharp whistle-beep]
"Oh!" Zalor looked down at his knees to see Artoo right in front of him. Zalor had bumped into the droid and nearly tripped over him. The little astro droid scolded Zalor in response, and barked at him to watch where he was going. "Sorry 'bout that, Artoo. Hey! There you are - just the little droid I was looking for."
[Beep-click-beep-beep-whistle?]
Zalor knelt down and got eye level with Artoo's cybernetic 'eye.' "You're gonna be my sentry today. My lookout. I gave you the intel on Loki, Raven Alora and Adiemus Matango. You know who they are, and you know what they look like. If you see either of them walk through that door..." Zalor pointed to the Inn's front entrance... "...you're gonna come and find me and let me know, okay?"
[Beep-whistle-click] The droid didn't seem to object to Zalor's wishes, apparently very happy to be doing anything for his beloved master once again.
Zalor gave Artoo a satisfied smile and wink before patting the little droid on the top of his dome. "I knew I could count on ya', ol' buddy."
Having given Artoo his task, Zalor stood up and waltzed over to Vaili, still at the lobby's front desk. Vaili eyed Zalor and Tryn as they approached, seemingly relieved - having been unnerved by the master thief's, Firrerreo's and dark-skinned Echani's entrance only minutes earlier.
"Hey, Vaili. Uh...anyone unusual stop by since Tryn and I went outside to talk?"
Vaili nervously giggled at Zalor as she adjusted her lekku, not knowing where to start. "Oh, boss - you have no idea." Vaili quickly started to describe the weird, plant-like sentient being she had never seen before, how he greeted her, how creepy he seemed, and especially how much he overpaid for his room. She went on to describe the shady Firrerreo and the unusually dark-skinned Echani woman who accompanied him, (whom she was quick to state to Zalor how she looked absolutely nothing like Sayra Nur and advised him not to get his hopes up in that regard), and how they both sat down to meet the bizarrely flamboyant offworlder.
After Vaili had finished describing the three new guests, Tryn turned to Zalor with a quizzical look. "Sound like these Jedi Masters of yours, son?"
Zalor was very quick to shake his head no, although the dark-skinned Echani woman intrigued Zalor the most of the three. If she was still here, he would certainly make it a point to study her closely. "Definitely not. Definitely qualifies as unusual, though. Thanks anyway, Vaili."
Zalor peered inside the cafeteria. He could see Tanara and Angel, the Jedi healer, talking. He could see Nussan in the very back near the food counter, but he couldn't see the three new guests, although he could sense that one of them was still in there. The other two had gone, but they weren't far. Their companion must've been sitting in the far corner, out of sight. Zalor stared in their direction, studying their presences in his mind. |
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Dec 8, 2016 4:37:03 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on Dec 8, 2016 4:37:03 GMT -8
As the Corellians say.. Don't think about the odds..
*She had hugged him, and suddenly his eyes were wide open. She smiled, it seemed to work. To bring him back out of it, at least a little bit. his hands moved up to frame her face, she purred lightly as his hands slide up until they moved through her silver hair. She didn't resist as he pulled her forwards, and when he kissed her, she returned his kiss and her body melted into him as she loses herself in it. But then as soon as it began, it quickly ended. She opened her eyes again, looking intently at him. But then he was sliding out from her, standing and pacing. It seemed it only gave him a temporary reprieve. She sighs deeply as she gets up to follow him, calling her crate into the alley with them. She grabs the hand that punched the wall. She held said fist as she maneuvered herself in front of him, moving closer to him, urging him backwards, towards her crate. When he was standing over it. She spoke, in a commanding tone, not to domminate, but to compel. He needed to relax. To think things through properly.*
Sit, don't make me use the force.
*If he didn't sit, she would do whatever she had to to make him sit, a force push, a kick to his kneecaps, whatever. She wouldn't take no for an answer on this one. She once making him sit, would sit on his lap, facing him. Her legs extending out behind them and the crate. She stares into his eyes. Her voice becoming soothing sounding.*
Stop stressing. It won't help to make a plan when you are in such a state. Relax a minute. Breathe.
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Dec 8, 2016 8:51:57 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 8:51:57 GMT -8
"Sit, don't make me use the force."
And so he sat, offering little resistance. And, as she sat in his lap, he leaned forward, resting his head on her shoulder - his eyes closing. Falling inward, he corralled his passions and emotion, centering himself. His was a disciplined mind, and, if he had any hope of pulling this off, he had to get a karking grip. He had had his moment of shock, and gone was the time for it. Now, was the time for control. Control. Little by little, bit by bit, Jashin's breathing slowed, his heart rate steadied, and his emotions leveled. Eventually, opening his eyes, he softly bit Sinina's neck - a sign of Firrerre affection - before pulling back to look her in the eyes.
"I apologize for my outburst." Said Jashin, his arms coming to circle around Sinina's waist. "Poppi is an effective teacher in his ability to pinpoint weaknesses, and then challenge his students to overcome those weaknesses." Jashin shook his head, before resting his forehead against her shoulder again. "If he chose this particular task, then there must be some lesson he is trying to get me to realize." Jashin sighed, the tension leaving his body, now much more relaxed. That is, until he fully realized that the object of his affections was currently sitting rather provocatively in his lap - and by then, a whole new kind of tension had entered his body. Lips sliding up the sinews of her neck, hands caressing the contours of her back, he was all too aware of the thin and clinging nature of her clothing, and was supremely grateful for it. His mouth only pausing in its upward trek to taste the hollow under her jaw, lips continued onward across that jaw to find sculpted lips, until, finally, he kissed them, relishing their softness.
She was different from a human. He didn't know how. But, he knew he wasn't revolted by her. Perhaps it was the dichromatic tones, black and silver, that resonated with him so deeply and he found so attractive. It's true she wasn't a Firrerreo; and he was careful not to be too rough with his teeth or alien strength, but, in all, she was far more tough and resilient than he thought possible. There was also something about the way she moved...something calculated, something primal. She, her race, were primed for combat at all times. They were in tune with their inner selves: they were predators. And that, heh, well that appealed to him very greatly indeed.
Hands roamed down across toned back muscles, across the waist, down hips and across thighs, before, with a reluctant sigh, Jashin shook his head. "Sona...sweetheart, you better go before I do something we regret." He flashed a roguish smile at that, much more in line with old ill-intentioned piratey Jashin. "And I hardly doubt you want that experience in an alley on Naboo of all places." His expression turned serious, then, his face solemn. "...I have to do this job alone. Will you go back, and keep Poppi company? I'd prefer he not get into...trouble." Jashin's expression soured at that, and he shook his head hopelessly, at a loss as to what he would do if, say, Poppi robbed the entire street of their valuables.
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Dec 8, 2016 14:45:55 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on Dec 8, 2016 14:45:55 GMT -8
*She sat there, and when his head rested onto her shoulder, she affectionately reached an arm around to rest a hand on the back of his head. She waited as long as it would take, then she felt a slight movement then teeth on the soft flesh of her neck. She gasped, more in surprise then anything. She didn't really see it coming. When he pulled back from her neck to look into her eyes, she stared back at him.*
You did nothing to me. I just wanted to make sure you went into this level headed and with a solid plan. Not one hinged on disaster because you made it in distress. I know how thick Security in the Palace can be..
*She listened attentively as he explained about Poppi, not that it made her like him any more then she did. With his arms around her waist, she settled more into his lap. She felt his lips sliding up her neck, reflexively she tilted her head back and away, exposing her neck to him. With his hands sliding up along her back, it arched in response. With each movement of his, a muscle flexed, or responded to it. She may have been sent to Naboo for diplomatic training and live in with a rich family, but every chance she got she would find a way to get training from either her mother, or sister, or locals on Naboo to train her or with her, she made every notion to be active as well. It had resulted in a body that was toned, and athletic. She probably wasn't as strong or tough as most of his race where.. but she would hold her own as best she could. Due to training in echani combat, and ways of the Nightsister, she was always alert and ready to move, very rare would it be found for her to be flat footed or off guard. Though.. She'd never been seated in a man's lap with his hands roaming along as his were. It was rather distracting.
Between his lips roaming higher up her neck and jaw, and his hands roaming back down across her hips, waist and thighs, it drew another purr from her. She was quite relaxed, and her arms around him, had gripped tighter onto his shoulder blades, her well manicured nails gripping into them. She bit her lip much harder than she ever did. When he kissed her, she bites down on his lip instead. When he shakes his head she let go, her cheeks flushed a bit, and her breath had gotten a bit short.*
Oh.. Right.. Of course..
*She slowly starts to rise out of his lap, feeling his hands sliding down the rest of her legs until she rose and stepped back. She reached out a hand to help him get up. She looked up at him again. She leaned in to kiss him again, quick. She didn't want him to change his mind and just pin her to a wall or something.*
Alone?
*She bites her lip softly, alone was probably easier to sneak around. Part of her relieved. She really didn't want to be breaking in there. She had spent alot of time there growing up, had friends, was recognizable. She wouldn't feel right stealing from them. Heck. She didn't want him to. BUt he seemed insistent on getting Poppi's help. She doubted she would talk him out of it anyways. She sighed deeply then muttered under her breath about not wanting to stay with Poppi either. But shakes her head gently.*
Fine.. But I can't guarantee he won't find trouble anyways...
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Dec 8, 2016 17:06:32 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 17:06:32 GMT -8
"Alone?"
Jashin took her hand, accepting the help up, and, after the quick kiss - which for a brief moment had him rethinking the entire thing - he went about readjusting his weapons and making sure they were stowed away correctly. "Alone." Jashin said, with a hint of finality. It didn't seem like the issue would be pressed, though. Sinina seemed rather relieved. Belatedly, he realized she probably new people in the palace.
"Fine.. But I can't guarantee he won't find trouble anyways..."
Jashin paused at that, and, frankly, took several moments in trying to come up with a reply to reassure her. Eventually, he just shook his head hopelessly. "Oh...he probably will. Just, whatever you do, don't put your fingers in his mouth." With that rather vague and disturbing warning, he leaned in and pecked her forehead, before poking a head out of the alley, looking either way, before bidding her farewell.
As he walked down the street, he couldn't help but look backward over his shoulder. Perhaps he should stay. There was no way Poppi could argue that a day with Sinina could be worse than what he was about to do. Then again, Jashin wasn't very sure about Poppi's preferences and orientation in that arena. Or if he even had an orientation to begin with.
With an involuntary shudder, Jashin pushed that horrible thought out of his head, turning a corner, and disappearing from sight.
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1 Sein Jewel Royal Palace.
No help.
Carta required.
DuraStorage block five code 3456.
Setting down the napkin, sighing at the four hastily drawn sentences Poppi had jotted down, Jashin took in the contents of storage locker five at the - only - DuraStorage storage center in Theed. An automated facility, there was a disturbing lack of cameras and security that made Jashin think that, perhaps, there was a far darker side to Naboo than anyone really let on. He had thought that would be the most disturbing thing he saw today. He had been wrong.
Tapping the access code into the cheap electronic lock, the storage door rattling as it opened, Jashin could only gape in awestruck horror by the site before him. Cheap glitter of every color had been thrown haphazardly in every direction. Feathered boas, scarves, and plumed hats were strewn across the floor. Overhead, various lights of differing intensity and hues shown weakly - though all strobed in some manner, like some kind of demented discotheque. Against one wall, several mannequin heads had highly realistic synthflesh masks stretched across their surfaces, their faces grotesquely twisted out of proportion with age and disuse, a garish and macabre audience to the hideously camp sight before them. In the middle of it, on a stand, a set of armor had been carefully placed. Part tactical suit, part street clothing, the suit and matching armored helmet was a suit of Carta assassin armor, optimized for stealth and sensor baffling.
Attached to the suit, a small note - which Jashin daintily picked off with two fingers, loathe to touch the glitter dusted surface of the storage room any more than possible. "Jashy-boy - the only difference between genius and insanity is success. Or so your father would say." Jashin crumpled the note, beginning to strip out of his clothes. Shaking his head, he muttered under his breath, various curses filling the whole of the storage unit. First came the body suit, a mesh armor body suit with baffleweave overlay, with strategic biogel inserts at sensitive areas, and protective matte black armorplast elbow and knee pads. Needless to say, it took him a while to squeeze into it. Next came the boots, significantly easier to fit into despite their various straps and buckles. Initially a pair of SureGrip Climbing boots, they had been modified with toe mounted climbing claws (two per foot), integrated pockets, as well as armorplast plating that came to just under the knee. Then came the Jack. The jack, or "jack of plates" as it was called, was essentially a jerkin that had small armored plates woven into its layered construction, creating a garment with both protective ability and flexibility. In this case, the jack consisted of an underlay of shell spidersilk, a thin layer of woven octagonal armorplast plates, and an overlay of tough spacer's leather, with two armorplast spaulders rounding out the piece.
Finally having struggled into the jack, Jashin bent down and picked up the two matching gauntlets and gloves, slipping on the gauntlets first, adjusting them for his size, before slipping on the gloves, flexing his fingers experimentally.
The gloves were a simple affair - plain SureGrip climbing gloves, with armorplast knuckle plates, coated with FrictionGrip pads and a shadowsilk underlay. The gauntlets were another story. Both gauntlets were made of matte armorplast, durinium impregnated so that any equipment wouldn't show up on scans. The right gauntlet was entirely composed of a turbo-projected grappling hook and ascension winch assembly (100 meters of line, winch capable of lifting 150 kilograms 10 meters per second),with a pair of high yield power cells powering the device. The left gauntlet, in contrast, was dedicated to a single needler pistol (15 darts, 50m max range), with the relative vacant space of the left gauntlet dedicated to a series of slim pockets between the plate and arm - these pockets, four in total, were filled with four slim stylus', a laser lockpick, a fine point fusion cutter, a disruptor stylus, and a scomp-style computer probe respectively.
Only once the pieces were in place, the straps tightened to absolute perfection, did Jashin move to the helmet.
The entirety of the armor was really scout or rogue armor, easily recreated by anyone with a determined mind and a few credits to spend. The helmet, though, was distinctive to Serenno. A simple affair, the helmet consisted of an angular and featureless mouth/jaw guard, coming up to meet a "V" shaped visor - this one colored blue, Jashin noticed - topped with a reinforced head guard. A simple durinium/armorplast helmet, the mouth and jaw guard held a rebreather and comlink, the visor a simple ceraglass visor that had flash tinting, the ears simple sonic dampeners.
Securing the helmet, Jashin strapped on his blaster to his left thigh, and his sword across his pack, tightening down the weapons. Bouncing on his toes, taking an experimental jump upward, he landed down in a crouch, before bouncing back up to an upright position. Marvelous: he was always in awe of the hand sewn shadowsilk bafflers, carefully placed as to prevent a single buckle from rattling, or a single plate from creaking.
In all, though, it was far cry from the current armor Serenno special forces used. There were no brackets for grenades, no sheathes for throwing blades, no hidden pockets for garrotes. No repulsor boots and pack. No advanced computers and optics. Just simple winches and cables, grips and hooks, boots and gloves. Then again, Poppi perreau had probably kept this suit as a souvenir from his time under his father's employ, insisting on a more stealth oriented affair. After all, Poppi would never wear such a getup - he had other means to achieve his goals - but he did love his trophies. Still, though, Jashin was surprised by how comfortable he felt in it. How...good it felt. He felt fresh and alert. As if going through the checks and routines of his gear had put him into an old frame of mind - a frame of mind he hadn't been in since he had been in training.
Grabbing a relatively drab cloak (drab as poppi could get, shall we say), Jashin flung the cloak around himself, pulling up the hood to obscure his face. While helmeted beings were a common sight throughout the galaxy, Jashin had no wish of even remotely chancing attention from the authorities before he had done some intelligence gathering.
And so, Jashin departed the storage area, heading towards the Royal Palace.
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Raven Alora
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Dec 8, 2016 17:09:48 GMT -8
Post by Raven Alora on Dec 8, 2016 17:09:48 GMT -8
Mordo's Cybernetics Shop
Raven listened as Mordo spoke a little about his past with a nod and a smile. That's very interesting. I'm not sure if I had any relatives in the Clone wars- but both my parents were established Jedi. My father was a weapon's master- but I think I took after my mother more, as a teacher.
He spoke about owing Loki a life debt, and she nodded. There was a lot of that going on recently. She had saved a lot of lives, but she wasn't sure how she'd feel about anyone suddenly proclaiming that they owed her anything. She felt it would make her feel awkward. Mordo took her damaged arm- measuring it's length, and then recorded her skin color- confirming she wanted something durable and not very fancy. She nodded again with a thin smile. I've always been one for simple. I'm not sure I have the funds for anything else.
She was a Jedi, but that didn't mean she was totally poor or anything, and though she'd been away from the order for a few years she had her men with her- and together, they had made their time somewhat profitable while on the search for Anna, and her own enlightenment. While she hadn't really round the ladder- the journey hadn't left her dead broke either. And while she would never be as wealthy as - well if she thought about it- most of the members of the crew, she was alright with it. As Adi had come to find out, extravagance normally made the small Jedi Master feel rather awkward and uneasy. Perhaps it was just because it had never become normal for her. She had what she needed to survive- and that was enough for her.
When he took the newly painted arm out of the machine and attached it to her neural wiring on her shoulder- she lifted the appendage, the movements as smooth as silk, compared to the old one. Even undamaged, she had forgotten what a brand new arm felt like. Mordo's beaming smile was met with Raven's radiant one and she flexed her fingers experimentally.
Oh my. I'm going to get spoiled with this one. You seem very proud of your work Mr. Mordo- and you very well should be.
She was about to say something more but Loki caught her attention. She turned her head up to look at the large Zabrak curiously. She wondered what old friends he might be talking about- and she considered that they might not be very friendly to her, or very accepting of his new path. But if he wanted backup- she was more than willing to provide it. She nodded firmly. Absolutely.
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Dec 8, 2016 17:30:36 GMT -8
Post by Loki on Dec 8, 2016 17:30:36 GMT -8
Loki nodded at Raven as Mordo checked over her arm. "Don't worry about cost Raven." Loki said simply slipping a data pad out and handing it to Mordo. "The usual fee Mordo, and an extra five thousand, I'm I'll need your services in the future.." He said smiling as he walked towards Raven. "Mordo is the best Cybernetic specialist I've ever met, his work is without repute and he designs everything himself." Loki said with some measure of pride as he turned to make for the exit and out the door. Raven falling in behind as Mordo waved them off pleasantly, retreating into his back room to work on new and fascinating designs...
Loki sighed deeply there was nothing quite like complete vision in his mind, losing his eye had been a setback but Mordo's work was almost as good as the real thing, and it was as lifelike as his old eye in terms of his vision unless he wanted the combat hud up himself. He sighed and began walking down the street where he wanted to go wasn't far. He stopped outside a what appeared to be an Inn. "This is it Raven he said." And without another word he entered the foyer.
J'raak Inn.
Loki looked at the desk clerk and smiled toothily. "I am Loki, I am here for Zalor Annari, with me is Master Alora. He I believe will be surprised to see me, and unaware of my coming." Loki had no clue that Zalor had been warned of Loki's arrival, and to expect him. Loki was worried at the reception he would receive and his hand subconsciously touched one of his dangling saber hilts as he looked around for Zalor... |
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Dec 8, 2016 20:45:27 GMT -8
Post by Agent Dominion on Dec 8, 2016 20:45:27 GMT -8
Well this just kept getting more and more interesting. When Farris augmented hearing picked up the message from the phone- and then Dom's reactions to it, he frowned.That's why I stopped working for the Sith... He murmured as he looked at the defeated figure weeping on the floor. But then Dominic got an idea and shot the lamp cord. Farris realized at least part of what he might be doing and went about helping him uncase the wires before allowing him to open the panel on the wall. The Polydroxol eyed the strange vials in the case- as Dominic quickly injected himself with one. The Agent murmured something and then fell unconscious. No- it was more than that. The Man's heart had stopped beating.
Cursing under his breath, the Polydroxol contemplated just for a moment before returning to the wall, where the outlet held half a lamp's wire. He took the two ends in his hands and narrowed his eyes. After undoing the front of Dominic's shirt, Farris held his hands up and his fingers fused together, disbursing the electricity that was sure to jump from him to the almost dead man on the floor. Farris was very metallic after all- and he knew- as uncomfortable as it was, he could hold a current, and with a little work he could adjust it so he wouldn't fry Dominic's insides- more than they already were.
Closing his eyes, he placed his rounded hands on the two wires, then pressed them very briefly to Dominic's chest, both of them jolting from the minor shock to Dominic and the rather uncomfortable sensation to Farris. It was a very good thing he was in top form.
Nothing. You're not really my responsibility... blast it all if you die before explaining this female shape I'm in, you rodder. He tried again, quickly pressing his palms into Dominic's chest before releasing the wires and allowing his frame to fall against the wall. Though odd, Farris was breathing heavily, giving his body much needed oxygen, his human colored flesh rippling from the electricity. With somewhat jerky movements, he leaned over Dominic and listened for the faint sound he was hoping for.
And he heard it.....
....or was that foot steps?
With a growl, the Polydroxol stood shakily and lifted the dead or alive man up and into the plush bed. He rolled Dominic over to face away from the door, then quickly set about putting the lamp into place, hiding the mangled bits of wire. Expertly, he closed the case, putting the empty syringe in as well, and slipped the whole thing under the bed's mattress. As carefully as he could, Farris then refitted the panel back to the wall, hoping the wall would hide it as well as it had the first time. Finally, seeing as he had yet to change shape, he made sure his hair still felt and looked as real as ever, then slipped off the lab cote. Reaching under his black shirt- he pulled out a blaster pistol- one of those small hand held ones that got really stupidly hot when fired, but never really bothered him- and crawled into bed next to the dead or alive Agent. With a small smirk, the very female looking Farris ruffled his hair down into his face and closed his eyes, sinking his head low into the plush pillow and carefully concealing Dominic from view with his body.
And though his eyes were closed, he could- with his external body, sense what was happening. Eyes were just for aesthetics when one was a polydroxol. And so- he waited.
Total darkness. No hearing. No sight. No smell, no feeling. Numb. Was this what it felt like to....~~~
Alarms would start blaring, being loud enough to pierce eardrums and all of the soundproof rooms. The lights went dark, and then emergency red lights came on, turning the whole building eerily red. A few doors in the hallway opened as people rushed out, desperately trying to put their clothes on as they did so. They would all pass the pulled fire alarm on the wall on the way to the staircase right next to the elevator, disregarding the tiny speckles of blood from an unknown man only minutes prior. They would also pass the elderly woman who ran the front desk, telling everyone to calmly get out of the building, single file and not to push anyone, and that they would all get refunds. Once the few couples went on their way and were gone from the floor, she pulled out the two blaster pistols from her belt, hidden behind her back. Putting her back against the wall opposite the opening to room 13, she pointed both guns inside. Seeing that the hatch didn't seem to be open in the dark light, she checked the bed from this far away. Their were shapes on it, and could tell someone was on it.
She walked into the door frame and began shooting into the forms on the bed, firing a total of three shots from both guns, then slowly, painfully slow, walked towards the bed with the guns still pointing towards whatever shape was there. This close, it seemed like Agent Analgia. Good thing she wouldn't have felt the pain of those shots into her body before she passed. |
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Dec 8, 2016 20:50:16 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on Dec 8, 2016 20:50:16 GMT -8
Ja'raak Inn Ally outside
*Sin sighs deeply. She hadn't been worried that Poppi would get into trouble, she was worried that Poppi would test her patience til its end and she would do something to him she'd regret upon Jashins return. She may travel with the crew who was more or less good guys, but she was still the daughter of a Nightsister. She would not feel guilty for ending a life.*
Good luck. Don't die.
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Ja'raak Inn Lobby
*Sin had waited until he disappeared from sight, then she straightened herself out, composed herself. She sighed again, wondering to herself how things change so quickly. She picked up her crate and walked out of the alley, she thought she saw a familiar pair move into the inn. She walked across to the entrance at her own pace. She entered, looked around quickly to see if Poppi was still there. If he was she would walk towards him as she scanned to see if it indeed was Loki and Raven. If it was, she would throw them a wave, almost dropping said crate. It was getting old lugging this thing around and she hadn't even carried it herself very often.*
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Zalor Anneri
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Dec 8, 2016 20:53:04 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Dec 8, 2016 20:53:04 GMT -8
The Ja'raak Inn, Lobby
Vaili didn't speak. The Twi'lek girl couldn't speak. When she saw Loki, the hulking figure of a Zabrak, the tallest and most menacing figure she had ever seen, she fell speechless. Her hands trembled as they remained semi-frozen at her computer keys. After a few seconds of awkward, terrified silence, the poor Twi'lek woman finally acknowledged in her mind that the Zabrak had asked specifically for Zalor. She turned to see Zalor and Tryn talking amongst themselves, and she slowly and nervously pointed her finger at Zalor, all the while with a pitifully frightened look on her face, as if to beg the Zabrak not to come near her.
Tryn was the second to notice that there was a large, hulking Zabrak in the Inn's lobby. Upon first seeing Loki, Tryn gasped sharply and put his hand to his chest. Although he was in no danger of having a real heart attack, the sight of Loki did leave him in shock for a few moments.
Zalor, however...knew exactly who they were in the presence of.
Zalor turned to face Loki. He glanced at Tryn for a second, seeing that he was terrified and put a reassuring, calm hand on his shoulder. Then he left the old man Tryn's company and walked up to Loki, quietly studying him as he did so.
To say that Loki had changed was quite the understatement. He seemed somewhat shorter than what Zalor had last seen him, although the horns on his head still nearly touched the ceiling. He was dressed far more simple, though, than what he was when he worked along side Darth Zulataan, terrorizing the Dantooine Jedi and the Jedi Shadows at Endor. The cybernetic eye was definitely new, that much he was certain.
His presence, though - his demeanor - was the most notable change. The last time they had met, Zalor could feel the Dark Side completely overtaking Loki, and there was no doubt in his mind that Loki wanted to see Zalor's demise. Now, now the Zabrak warrior was staring down at him, not so much in hatred, but in...remorse. There was conflict inside Loki's mind, Zalor could tell. Something inside Loki was fighting the darkness that used to lash out at Zalor and anyone else unfortunate enough to earn his wrath, at every opportunity. There was clear conflict in Loki's spirit - the light side and dark side battling for his conscience. Dash was telling the truth. Loki was not the same Zabrak Zalor had last seen on Endor. This came as a huge relief to Zalor. For the first time since he had known Loki, they would be able to speak without coming to trade saber blows...for a short while, at least.
What intrigued Zalor even more, however, wasn't Loki himself - but the small human woman that stood next to Loki. Zalor's eyes widened at her sight. This humble little being stood barely up to Loki's stomach. Yet she hardly seemed intimidated by him at all. As his senses shifted from Loki to the woman, he could feel that she was exceedingly strong in the Force...more so than Zalor himself. Then, it finally dawned on him. He had seen that kind, humble face before. But where?
The holopic in the Shadows database. The Felucian Conclave files.
This was...Raven Alora?
Zalor decided to wait on being introduced to the small woman until he had addressed the proverbial bantha in the room.
Zalor stopped walking towards Loki when he was only about six feet in front of him. The two of them spent what seemed like eternity, but was only actually a few seconds just silently staring at each other, Zalor looking up at the tall, muscular Zabrak, Loki looking down upon the gangly, blonde-haired Neubian. Neither spoke, at least, not right away.
[Beep-click-whistle-whistle-click] R2-D4, Zalor's adorable astromech droid, spun up to Zalor and bumped him in the leg, enthusiastically trying to inform his master that he had spotted Master Alora. When the little droid noticed that Zalor was looking up at something, Artoo looked up as well. When he spotted Loki finally, the droid could only squeak out the only words he was programmed to know in Basic... [Uh oh!]
Eventually, Zalor realized he was biting his lip nervously, and clutching his satchel, which held his S-5 blaster and other supplies, very tightly. He stopped biting his lip, loosened his grip on his satchel, and decided to finally cut the tension. He cleared his throat, then spoke, calmly and softly...
"Loki."
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Loki
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Dec 8, 2016 21:14:40 GMT -8
Post by Loki on Dec 8, 2016 21:14:40 GMT -8
Loki looked down at Zalor, a memory surfacing of the last time they had encountered each other in the forests of Endor. Things had certainly changed since then. Loki thought back to his time working alongside Zulataan, a being he had all but forgotten until he saw Zalor before him. Loki held up a hand, where Zalor would see his master had also cleaved some fingers from the beings hands, or had that been Dash? Loki couldn't remember much from that fight, a lightsaber to the chest and eye did that to you. Loki breathed deeply as he stared down at the youth. He was taller than Loki remembered, but otherwise seemed in good health, what did one say to someone you tried for years to murder? Loki looked at Raven hoping she'd have some advice or be her usual self and help smooth this out, but he knew beyond doubt he must speak and do this alone.
"Zalor Anneri." Loki said in response to Zalor saying his name, looking now at the droid franticly bouncing at his leg, then the droid said uh oh in basic and Loki smiled, it would be the first smile Zalor had ever seen from Loki that didn't hold malice, yet it was still not the most pleasing thing on the Zabrak's features. "Be calm." He said both to the desk clerk and droid. "I am not here for violence. Not even if he draws his saber." He said nodding at Zalor. "If you're wondering about the Eye Zalor, compliments of your master." Loki said tapping the side of his face." He didn't sound bitter or angry about this merely stating the fact. Now Loki was going to do something that would surprise them all especially his new found friend Raven.
"Zalor Anneri, I stand before you in judgement." Loki said simply, suddenly all four of his light sabers floated off his belt and landed at Zalor's feet. "I killed Grand Master Dash Vos, my brother as well as two other Jedi shadows, as the only Jedi Shadow I can find, I surrender my life to your judgement." Loki said calmly never breaking eye contact with as he dropped to his knees before Zalor. "You may do with me as you see fit. And consider the Judgement final. I will at last repent for my crimes...Raven if he chooses my life, tell..." Loki fell silent as he mentally felt the bond between himself and the seer once more. "Tell Anna goodbye...." He said softly looking at Zalor hard but in a non threatening way.. |
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Dec 8, 2016 21:17:50 GMT -8
Post by Farris Argon Noble on Dec 8, 2016 21:17:50 GMT -8
Farris remained completely motionless- even as the lights went out and alarms began blaring. He remained completely obscuring Dominic's figuer- unless, of course those sneaky sith assassins came in through the window on the other side of the room.
But they didn't.
In fact, they- was a single person- they, was a /her/. Farris sensed it was the woman from the front desk- at lest that was what his vague shape picked up. But he didn't really have time to think about it as he felt burning sensations impact his center- where a woman's stomach would be- and manifest into his liquid flesh. While his mind exploded with agony- his body jolted realistically, but he made absolutely no sound. He couldn't. He'd lost focus on keeping the shape of his smaller organs, like his vocal cords. In fact, he was cure he no longer looked as human as he would like. At least his hands were in tact- or so his exploding mind told him. He let his feminine hand fall limply from under the covers- giving the very real impression that the woman beneath was dead, and then- three quick energy shots rang out from the Polydroxol's exposed palm- aimed perfectly for the woman's shoulders. She wouldn't be using those blasters again- or her hands for that matter. The third shot went for the lower part of her body- aiming for one of her knees. The last thing he wanted was her running.
After waiting to make sure she was neutralized, Farris lost control of his shape pretty quickly. The scalding hot blaster sank into his flesh- and everything else he held within himself condensed into the center so that he might move freely. The woman would see- from under the covers of the bed, a glossy liquid drip and puddle on the floor. In the red lighting, it might look a lot like blood. But what was more- the liquid continued moving, after it had made a sizeable puddle. Ominously the liquid approached the hopefully disabled woman then suddenly, it lurched for her. Farris wasn't taking any chances, as he reached his mass around the woman's throat, twining himself around her and beginning to squeeze, like some great horrible ameba, devouring a meal.
After the struggling had stopped, the Polydroxol pulled his form away from the woman's corpse, and slowly, agonizingly, formed his normal silver state again. Pressing his palms into the ground, he hoisted himself up, coughing up some silvery blood- blood he could never retrieve again. Standing shakily to his feet, he pulled the case from under the bed and stuffed it into his chest, before searching under the covers for his now ruined shirt and pants. Stooping on the floor, he picked up his lab coat and slung it over his body. The pain of the shots had long sense faded into the back of his mind, but the lack of blood did not. He was dizzy and wobbly, focusing completely on maintaining his shape, and while he would love to recover- he knew, others would be coming for them. Walking around to the other side of the bed, he reached down and with a grunt of serious effort, hoisted Dominic from the bed and over his shoulder. The whole time, he did not speak- as he walked out of the room and started down the hall, using the stairs- and searching for a back exit. He needed to stop and rest, before he ended up in just as bad a shape as Dominic.
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Raven Alora
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Dec 8, 2016 21:37:30 GMT -8
Post by Raven Alora on Dec 8, 2016 21:37:30 GMT -8
Zalor!
It wasn't really a shout, more of an excited greeting. But As soon as she spoke it, Alora realized now was not the right time to be excited. She put a quick cautious hand to her mouth and stood a few feet off from both of them, watching with small brown eyes, first Loki- then the Jedi shadow- then the Jedi shadow's companion in the corner. Raven hardly knew the history between these two, but as Loki spoke, trying to calm the situation, Raven figured it hadn't been a pleasant one.
And then he did a crazy thing. He disarmed himself- which Alora knew was kind of pointless. The man could literally punch people to death, but anyway- the important thing was what he said. And then after offering his life to Zalor- he looked at her and told her, that if the Jedi shadow chose to take his life- to tell Anna good bye.
Raven folded her arms. For such a moving scene, the Jedi Master did not look impressed, and she did speak, but it wasn't a commending voice- or a surprised one. It was a practical, logical voice.
Loki, if you keep promising your life to everyone, either someone will take you up on that offer- or, you'll have so many oaths to keep, you'll have to keep a very complex schedule.
And though she did not know Zalor all too well, she felt a strange curious nature about him, as he tried to assess what was different about Loki, and why. Alora kept her arms folded, looking somewhat amusing because of her amazingly short stature, and waited on Zalor's verdict. The expression on her face made it clear though- that she would not hold it against Zalor, or interfere in the transaction, especially after what Loki had said of what he had done perviously.
But Raven Alora always had faith- for the better.
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Zalor Anneri
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Dec 8, 2016 22:15:22 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Dec 8, 2016 22:15:22 GMT -8
The Ja'raak Inn, Lobby
Well, Loki was always one for cutting right to the chase, Zalor thought to himself. Zalor was initially surprised when Loki offered to atone for his past transgressions against the Jedi Shadows. However, given what Dash had told Zalor, and the fact that Master Raven Alora was, in fact, standing next to Loki, and that they were traveling together, Zalor could now see that Dash was right. About everything. Loki had, to some degree, reformed, and was working alongside Jedi. This was good. Everything was going better than Zalor could've hoped.
Zalor decided to kill the solemn overtones of Loki's initial greeting with a little Ja'raak Inn, home-town hospitality and kindness. He smiled at Loki, for what was probably the first time he could smile at Loki. He quickly looked behind him to see Tryn and Vaili in awe of what was going on, unable to speak, with their jaws both dropped. He wanted to calm everyone down so they could get to proper introductions.
"Okay, whoa. Slow down there, big fella'." Zalor smiled at Loki while motioning with both arms to tone down the seriousness. "First of all, so we're all clear - no one here wants there to be any violence at all, least of all me. Second of all, you both probably just rolled into downtown Theed...you're probably a little space-lagged..." Zalor pointed towards the cafeteria where Tanara and Angel were still talking... "...how's about I offer you guys a drink first - before we get down to business? On me, of course. I can even open up the bar, if you want. I know it's not nearly after-hours yet, but..." Zalor nodded towards Tryn, the white-haired, black-skinned, kindly owner of the establishment, "...I don't think my boss here will mind. After all - you're VIPs right now. You both are."
Zalor looked back and forth between the towering Zabrak and the small Jedi Master with a huge, warm, soothing grin on his face. After a short pause, he turned back to Tryn and added... "Isn't that right, Tryn?"
Now that Zalor had killed the tension and established that he had no quarrel with either of the two new visitors, Tryn took a deep breath of relief, then nodded in agreement. "That's right. Not often we get Jedi Masters here in our little corner of the galaxy. Make yourselves at home."
Glad that Tryn was comforted by Zalor's words, Zalor turned back to face Loki directly, and he decided to let the Zabrak in on his little secret... "We...were foretold of your coming, actually. Your brother's ghost visited me yesterday. He told me about you." Zalor finally turned and addressed the Jedi Master accompanying Loki. "...and your new companions. Master Raven Alora..." Zalor turned to Raven and gave her a polite, respectful bow. "Good to see you. And welcome to the Ja'raak Inn - the hidden gem of Theed, and the best bed-and-breakfast this side of the Lake Country."
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Dec 8, 2016 22:47:07 GMT -8
Post by Agent Dominion on Dec 8, 2016 22:47:07 GMT -8
The woman smirked as the arm fell out from the covers. She had done her job. Just, where was Agent Dominion? And as she thought this, three blast hit her, one in each shoulder which forced her to drop her weapons, and then one grazed her knee. She dropped to her good knee, crying out in pain and clinching her teeth. She could tell it came from infront of her, and she was bewildered at how she was still alive! And as she knelt there, the form lowered, and became.. was that blood? And was it moving?! She tried to move away, falling onto her back in her panic. Then something shot out from the pool and wrapped around her throat, squeezing and collapsing her air tunnels. She choked and gasped for air, but nothing came out but struggling sounds until, finally, she fell silent, and death took her.
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....Death felt like? No... wait...
There was movement. Not in his sight, as he had none at the moment, but he could tell he was moving. There was some loud noise now, constant and flaring. Must be his ears ringing... He knew he shouldn't take it too fast, but he started to move one finger at a time. It really just translated to his fingers twitching as his brain got used to sending signals once more, and receiving them in turn. He tried to move his toes, and yes, he could feel the inside of his shoe. Eventually he struggled to open his eyelids, and saw the dim red light over everything. Where was he? He was on someone's.. shoulder. Probably Farris'.
He wondered why it was taking so long for feeling to come back and motor functions to come back. It could be because of how late he injected himself. The virus' probably barely reached his brain in time to start his heart up manually. As he thought that, everything rushed back, as per the programming. It was a rush, and it made himself feel a little dizzy at first, all five senses coming back at once. "Ey.. Farris, I'm good now, set me down will you? We gotta get out of here..." His voice was a little raspy, but it was alright.
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Dec 9, 2016 0:02:59 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2016 0:02:59 GMT -8
Poppi Pereau was enjoying his tea, watching a tiny blip on his datapad scurry around. He had put a small low frequency tracking device in the armor Jashin was using, and, frankly, was enjoying watching the little dot scurry around the various streets of Theed. Already the dot was making a beeline for the Royal Palace. Knowing that he had to complete it before days end - and the day already well on its way - he imagined Jashin would get right to the job, what, with him being the brash and impulsive being that he was.
Ah, but the Echani girl from earlier had him looking up. And, at the way she walked, the way she waved to her friends, he raised an eyebrow. She...absolutely hated him. And he didn't blame her. He treated Jashin deplorably to toughen him up - but that didn't mean he enjoyed the process. No doubt she resented him for that. Or maybe not. He had begun to raise a hand in greeting, that signature sunbeam smile on his face, when he saw the giant fracking Zabrak walk in.
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And, taking one look at the giant monstrous looking beast, pushed himself away from the table before raising his hands up in the air."Yeah, no. Poppi is bouncin' out. 'K thanks bye, you have fun while y'all die." Standing from his seat, walking over to a nearby booth table, Poppi clambered up on the table, knocking over several drinks in the process, and, opening the window the table was located near, proceeded to begin climbing out of the window, his tea still in hand. Perhaps someone would stop him, perhaps someone would NOT stop him. Perhaps someone would try and explain that the Zabrak was a friend.
Perhaps someone would get bitten on the hand. Only time would tell.
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Dec 9, 2016 4:43:00 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on Dec 9, 2016 4:43:00 GMT -8
Ja'raak Inn Inside
*When Sin walked toward him, at first he didn't seem to notice her approach, he looked up, saw her, then looked towards Raven and Loki, and then he started to clamber up onto a table, knocking things over, making a scene. She sighed deeply, aggravated. She threw her crate up as high as she could muster, and force pushed it at Loki, she didn't have time to gauge it, she may come up short, she may have over done it and it hit him. She hoped it would hit him. Maybe then he would look her way and notice her finally. She didn't even wait to see. She rushed over, grabbed him at the ankle. She stopped a second remembering his "act" from outside. She shakes her head. Two could play at that game. She used the force to aid her as she pulled the being back, and over her head. Force guiding her actions so that he landed ontop of the table. as he landed, her other hand comes up, a well known snap-hiss and the hum of her saber ignited, its red glow moving ever closer to Poppi until she stopped, again at his neck.*
I do believe I mentioned pruning... You will sit down. You will behave. Or I swear to you. Or you may just find yourself to be missing pieces....
*Without waiting to see his answer, suddenly the blade was gone, the hilt on her belt, she sat down at the table he lied upon, crossing one leg over the other, everything about how she sat looked akin to her rich upbringing, poised, high classed, civil. She smiles pleasantly again. She was not going to play any more games. She hid away her feelings in a cage. She didn't want any signs that she worried about Jashin. Even if she couldn't understand how quickly her thoughts of him changed from revulsion to attraction, she worried. The palace wasn't just any old building. In hindsight she felt like she should have gone with him not let him go alone.*
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