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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:56:01 GMT -8
The Corellian Sector was a high-rise district located on the moon Nar Shaddaa. Casinos and trendy hotspots such as the Meltdown Café attracted patrons from all walks of life. This sector housed many public merchant areas and an ill-kept warehouse district located along the perimeter of an expansive thoroughfare. The most profitable enterprise found in this region was the gambling industry. The entire city reeked of refuse and debris as repulsorlift garbage scows floated from level to level collecting garbage. The Sector could be reached by a secret tunnel entrance from the Duros Sector.
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Post by Jen Ginrei on Jun 13, 2013 11:25:37 GMT -8
*Ginrei walked slowly. The wind bellowing his cloak. His brimstone eyes ablaze with purpose. After what seemed an eternity she walked the earths again. His joy knew no bounds. The task with which he had long ago appointed himself with now was done. He closed his eyes as he inhaled. Even the stink of Naar Shadaa was refreshing. Letting out a deep breath, he opened his eyes. There were people going around, carrying themselves, forgetting themselves in the routines of everyday life. They were loud, they were silent. They walked with a false show of confidence, they slumped into themselves. To Ginrei, they mattered not. To him, they were but shadows at this point. His eyes were upon them, yet they were far away.
Only one thing mattered right now and she was near him.
He stopped and gazed at the sky. How strange it was to him at this moment. It seemed almost beautiful. This wretched place. Now to him transformed into what could be passed as holy for this had been the ordained place. This of all the places in the known galaxy.
He smirked.
The force had a strange sense of irony. *
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Post by Jen Aruda on Jun 13, 2013 12:25:11 GMT -8
Aruda dances and skips around as if her surroundings were a field of flowers then a bustling city delighting in her new body and she says "Wow Brother its so great to finally be free! Where do we go from here?"
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Post by Jen Ginrei on Jun 14, 2013 6:24:12 GMT -8
Aruda dances and skips around as if her surroundings were a field of flowers then a bustling city delighting in her new body and she says "Wow Brother its so great to finally be free! Where do we go from here?" |
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Post by Jen Aruda on Jun 14, 2013 7:58:25 GMT -8
"i have a feeling im to go this way Brother." Aruda says spinning and skipping toward Aruda Jinn's YT-2550
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Post by Jen Ginrei on Jun 15, 2013 5:01:38 GMT -8
"i have a feeling im to go this way Brother." Aruda says spinning and skipping toward Aruda Jinn's YT-2550 |
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Post by Jen Aruda on Jun 15, 2013 5:30:44 GMT -8
Aruda stops spinning and skipping when they reach the space dock and she walks up to the YT-2550 and her predecessor's memories rise and make her say a weird word in an ancient dialect and the ramp at the back opens and she looks at her brother then shrugs and walks to and up the ramp and inside.
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Post by Jen Ginrei on Jun 15, 2013 8:44:21 GMT -8
Aruda stops spinning and skipping when they reach the space dock and she walks up to the YT-2550 and her predecessor's memories rise and make her say a weird word in an ancient dialect and the ramp at the back opens and she looks at her brother then shrugs and walks to and up the ramp and inside.
For the moment however, he was just happy to have her back. He followed her inside.*
Where are we going Aruda? |
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Post by Jen Aruda on Jun 15, 2013 14:44:34 GMT -8
"to get me some clothes." Aruda says searching the lockers nearby then she exclaims in triumph as she finds the clothes shes looking for then she casts around and, seeing a storage closet nearby, she ducks inside and quickly changes and once she emerges she is clothed in a long black cloak with her skintight black outfit beneath and she clips her lightsabers onto her waist. then says "where to now brother?"
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Post by Jen Ginrei on Jun 16, 2013 10:39:09 GMT -8
"to get me some clothes." Aruda says searching the lockers nearby then she exclaims in triumph as she finds the clothes shes looking for then she casts around and, seeing a storage closet nearby, she ducks inside and quickly changes and once she emerges she is clothed in a long black cloak with her skintight black outfit beneath and she clips her lightsabers onto her waist. then says "where to now brother?" |
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Post by Jen Ginrei on Jun 16, 2013 10:41:43 GMT -8
"to get me some clothes." Aruda says searching the lockers nearby then she exclaims in triumph as she finds the clothes shes looking for then she casts around and, seeing a storage closet nearby, she ducks inside and quickly changes and once she emerges she is clothed in a long black cloak with her skintight black outfit beneath and she clips her lightsabers onto her waist. then says "where to now brother?" |
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Post by Jen Aruda on Jun 16, 2013 12:11:06 GMT -8
"i want to see the universe." Aruda says as if it should be obvious then a droid walks into the bay and says
"where do you wish to go Mistress Aruda?"
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Post by Jen Ginrei on Jun 21, 2013 12:59:12 GMT -8
"i want to see the universe." Aruda says as if it should be obvious then a droid walks into the bay and says
"where do you wish to go Mistress Aruda?" |
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Post by Jen Ginrei on Jun 21, 2013 12:59:23 GMT -8
"i want to see the universe." Aruda says as if it should be obvious then a droid walks into the bay and says
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Post by Jen Aruda on Jun 21, 2013 19:59:17 GMT -8
"i want to see the universe." Aruda says as if it should be obvious then a droid walks into the bay and says
"where do you wish to go Mistress Aruda?" |
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Post by Jen Aruda on Jun 21, 2013 20:00:14 GMT -8
*Ginrei smiled.*Hit a few buttons.... Let's see where we go.. |
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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 8, 2013 20:30:15 GMT -8
The Corellian Sector. A high-rise district, full of casinos and reeking of decay and debris. In the midst of this Sector, on level 88, was one of the moon's most popular hangouts for bounty hounters: the Meltdown Café. It was there that one of New Vertica's most prominent gang leaders, Alena Karso, could be found today.
It was a year before the Mandalorians would start their holy war against the Force-users. So she still had a year left in her time-imposed exile, and she was making the most of it, as she always had been. Today, she was here to case the joint, as it were. This was a good place to pick up a contract or get information on a current target. Alena had no need of either. She was an information broker in her own right, and she had the money and means to send out any contract she would have liked. There would be no shady dealings or fancy heroics here today -- at least, as far as she knew.
She was leaning against the bar, slowly sipping on her Tatooine Sunrise, her eyes not wandering from the center of her field of vision. Her visor's HUD, however, was a flurry of motion, as it scanned the entire establishment, marking all available data entry points, sending out low-level handshake protocols into anything capable of receiving wireless data. She already had access to a few of their systems, and it almost made her smile; she repressed the expression, though, favouring her docile look. Her hair was freshly dyed: the left half was now a solid crimson colour, whereas the right was an array of alternating vertical blue and green stripes.
Her clothes were just as mismatched as her hair: she wore a pink top, a white jacket, black leather pants, and white boots that came halfway up to her knees. The orange strip visor stretching in front of her eyes appeared -- from the outside -- to have some sort of data flowing across it, but that could be expected in a place like this, where information was key. From her point of view, however, there was much more than simple data stretching across its expanse. There were remote controls and scanners, even a holographic keyboard projected from her left wrist for when the situation called for it. Everything was programmed to respond to specific blink codes and expressions, as well as hand and body movements. She had already planted two of her bugs here; one was inside, underneath the bar, and the other was outside, just beyond the entrance.
Most remarkable about the visor, for those with the facilities to perceive it, was the fact that it cut her off completely from the Force. She couldn't sense anyone around her, but she was comfortable in the fact that they couldn't sense anything from her, either. As far as any Force-sensitive would know, concerning their added sense, she wouldn't even be there. She was surrounded by an impenetrable veil.
Another sip of the Tatooine Sunrise, feeling its warmth spread across her body, and this time she allowed a smile to tug at the corner of her lips. It was a wondrous feeling, knowing that she had so much power over these people, yet they knew nothing of her..
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Post by Haytham on Sept 13, 2013 9:46:25 GMT -8
He glided through the entrance of the Meltdown Cafe, dressed in his customary fiber armor and openly armed. Among this particular clientele his pistol, blade, and gauntlets did little to attract attention. In fact compared to some of the more heavily outfitted bounty hunters and mercenaries frequenting the cafe, he might has well have been invisible. Which was exactly how Haytham preferred it. He slipped through the crowd to an empty seat at the bar and rapped his knuckles against it twice. After a moment the barkeep sauntered his way.
"Lomin ale." He said softly, and placed a credit chit on the bar. It disappeared almost before it left his hand and then the barkeep was gone again, presumably getting his drink.
Blowing out a sigh, the Sorrussian shifted in his seat and scanned the cafe, careful never to let his amber gaze linger for longer than a second, then turned back around. That one look had been enough to tell him everything he could've gleaned if he'd had an hour to inspect the building. He prided himself on his powers of observation: after all, the devil was so often in the details. With that in mind he stretched out his senses into the whirling aether of the force, studying the impressions made by the others in the building, collecting stray thoughts, probing unprotected minds...
...and coming across one that he could not touch. His gaze flickered briefly in her direction before returning to the shelf of liquors lining the wall behind the bar.
How interesting.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 14, 2013 22:23:14 GMT -8
The tiny smile that had graced her lips vanished in a single moment, as her HUD sent up an alert: someone in the vicinity had just used the Force somehow. It was a useful feature, one that she had added in within the first year of her exile, that had saved her and allowed her to keep her distance from any stray Force-users. Her visor didn't tell her what exactly had been done -- she wasn't sure if she could even build the tech to do that -- but it didn't matter what was done, so long as she knew that it had been done. And, since it had just happened, there was one very likely suspect: the humanoid who had just entered. She turned her head to look at him, and her azure eyes caught and locked onto his amber gaze for an instant before he looked away again, back behind the bar.
Her gaze remained on him for a second longer, but she already knew: he was the one. A year into her training with Formidonis, she had begun the arduous task of learning to read people, not only for herself but for her studies and the children she was working on creating. Emotions, both displaying them and reading them, had become her forte, and that momentary glimpse had shown her that this man viewed her as a curiosity.
She had learned to be wary of Force-sensitives. They usually thought themselves a cut above the rest because of their abilities. Sometimes this was true, which made them dangerous; other times, they were just being arrogant, and that led to danger as well, but for their allies instead of their enemies. At any rate, any she had encountered were all bound to ask her about why she was invisible to their radar, whether the question was voiced aloud or just internally. And they were usually pretty curious, since it was evident she didn't have any powers of her own.
On a whim, she decided to head off any potential problems this newcomer could present before they happened. She stood up and moved over to a seat a few feet away from him, not even giving him a once-over, instead resuming her pose leaning against the bar, facing the doorway. Though her eyes were once again set on the rest of the room, it was clear that her next words were aimed at the humanoid who had just ordered himself a lomin ale.
"You're different than the rest."
She could have been inviting trouble upon herself, but she had learned what this moon had in store for her; after this long in its streets, its back alleys, its nooks and crannies, she had abandoned her fear. She knew that she could handle her own. And if she couldn't? She could cause one hell of a distraction big enough to get away.
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Post by Haytham on Sept 17, 2013 11:47:58 GMT -8
Their eyes met, and Haytham saw in them something significant. A ruthless intelligence, no mere animal cunning but something ferocious and very, very dangerous. Wondering at this anomaly, the Sorussian broke the lock and turned back to the barkeep just as he arrived with the frothing mug of pale green liquid. He muttered his thanks and took a long swig. It was surprisingly good, considering the locale, but nothing like what they served in the core. Maybe he'd return to Coruscant, where the work came fast and payed well. Or...Corellia. He'd heard there was a Bothan crime lord, Yotale- something or other, that was recruiting.
That was when she spoke, seated only a few stools away from him and facing in the opposite direction. Ah, but she was speaking to him, he knew. Smiling down at his mug, Haytham just shrugged.
"Maybe. But so are you."
Again he stretched out his senses toward her, and again he couldn't get even the basest read on her. It was as if she wasn't there. He knew how to conceal his presence in the force, to bury it so completely it might as well be nonexistent, but this was different. All but consumed by curiosity at this point, the mercenary waited for a response and continued drinking his ale.
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