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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Feb 25, 2014 13:14:51 GMT -8
"Aye." She pounded the drink, secretly grateful that she had learned to chug in her youth. Jon had been especially helpful in that regard and she missed the old friends she left behind in those days. They would never talk to her, she had fallen too far, served the very thing they opposed. At least she that's what she imagined at night she was alone in her bed, insomnia chewing at the edges of her mind like a little mouse.
She fished out a 50 cred chip and dropped it on the table as she got out of the booth, wobbled from standing too fast and set her sights on the door as Adrien went out first. She hoped she didn't see that, but she chuckled anyway. She'd piloted a Wayfarer once or twice, never had one but controls didn't vary too much between different ships.
The trip back to the spaceport was helpful and she was able to compose herself as she broke off to collect her bag from the hostel she had been staying at. It was maybe a 10 minute detour but she could tell he was anxious to get the hell out of there, not that she could blame him. She dropped her duffle at the top of the ramp, heading straight for the cockpit.
She slid in behind the controls and flipped all the prelaunch controls on, the board lighting up like Coruscant. She turned to the navcomputer, making sure the thing was warming up and current charts were updated and ready to go. "Destination?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 21:33:48 GMT -8
After consulting a few thugs around the Corellian Sector, one of whom had recently had a run in with Adrien, Fenrir managed to locate the landing pad where the Midnight Shadow was currently landed. Fenrir cautiously approached the Transport's loading ramp, ready for any surprise that might be waiting inside. He could hear the sounds of people on board, no doubt they were preparing for take off, a step for which he was grateful they were still at, since it meant he had been able to track them down just in time before they go away
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Hello? Anyone home?
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Mar 6, 2014 1:06:11 GMT -8
With Leeza headed off on her detour Adrien had ample time to get himself to his ship and wind down. As he approached his ship he made sure to check that the ramp hadn't been tampered with, his own special brand of security was the perfect tell way for him to tell one way or the other. Satisfied to see that it was still there he lowered the ramp and walked aboard taking off his coat and tossing it on the bench before making his way to the cockpit and take another glance around. With a nod and a grin he turned and walked toward his office, removing his holsters as he entered and hanging them by the door.
He walked around his desk and took a seat. He sat quietly for a few moments as he swiveled from side to side in his chair before stopping, reaching into his bottom drawer, and pulling out a small black box which he sat on his desk. He stared at it for another moment before leaning back and rubbing his forehead. His thoughts wandering and yet focused on the box, what it meant, what was inside. And after a few minutes he leaned forward in his chair and placed his hands around the lid, ready to open it when he heard someone on the ship.
He tucked the box back into his desk drawer and walked toward his office door to peer out into the hallway only to see Leeza walking toward him. With a relieved huff as she passed him, Adrien followed her into the cockpit and watched her work if only to see if he had chosen wisely and it appeared he had, so far at least. He walked up behind her chair as she asked for a destination, "Let's make way for Juvex, see if we can't get some quick work."
'Work' had just escaped his lips when he heard a voice echoing from the direction of the common area. He didn't wait to for Leeza to react or even respond, instead he simply turned and walked out of the cockpit, stopping just for a moment to grab his weapon from just inside his office door. And with is blaster in his right hand, tucked out of sight behind his back, Adrien leaned on his left arm and looked down the ramp at source of the voice. Calmly and friendly even he replied with a smile ""Plenty home friend, what can I do you for?"
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Mar 6, 2014 6:36:02 GMT -8
"Juvex it is." She entered the destination quickly and with a warm, familiar whir, the navcomputer plotted out the course and coordinates. The noise drew her attention, Adrien slipping out to take care of it. The thought of his earlier fight sprung to her mind and she swiveled back around to check the engines. The lightboard was almost green, the flashing yellow indicator just a few seconds from allowing her to hit the ignition switch. Those few heartbeats of time thudded in her chest as she wrestled with watching his back or getting the ship off the ground. Ship off the ground won as the panel went green and she hit the switches, the deep, heavy growl of the sublight engines kicking on spreading a smile on her face.
Grabbing a headset, she plugged into the onboard intercom, the boom of the mic along her jawline. She hit the button, her voice coming out of a small loudspeaker near the ramp. "Ready for liftoff." Her hands gripped the yoke as she listened for the go ahead. The blaster pistol on her right hip dug impatiently into her thigh, asking to be jerked free from the holster, but she waited. He could handle a fight as she had already witnessed and she was hired to fly. Best to not get this job off on the wrong foot by forgetting her place already.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2014 1:43:14 GMT -8
Fenrir smirked as the very man he had been looking for, leaned with his left arm against the door frame and replied. It seemed he was indeed in luck, all he had to do now was secure himself a position aboard the crew, then it would be pretty smooth sailing from there on out. His first obstacle though, was convincing Adrien to allow him to join the crew
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I was hoping I might find you here. I was perhaps wondering if you were still hiring?
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Mar 9, 2014 16:03:26 GMT -8
The man's wording was suspicious, he seemed to know who Adrien was and that made him uncomfortable, but then again so did Leeza. Now that he thought about it, he sort of wondered where she had gone between leaving the bar and coming here, did she know this guy? Were they working together to pull one over on him? After all, she didn't come to back him up, but then again he hired her to be a pilot and it seemed as though that's was exactly what she was doing. Still, this guy's timing was impeccable, with the ship started up and ready to take off it left Adrien with the decision to either deny this guy employment which given that he didn't know anything about this guy made a lot of sense, have a conversation about his employment and waste a ton of fuel in the process which was totally out of the question, or there was a third option which seemed to be the best of both worlds.
But Adrien had to have some answers first, "Still hiring?" He asked plainly, "What makes you think I'm hiring? Or for that matter how do you even know who I am?" Which he basically told Adrien that he knew who he was and where to find him based on which ship was his so there was no hope of backing out of that and still have any hope of boarding the ship.
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Mar 9, 2014 17:09:27 GMT -8
"Kriff it," she mumbled to herself as she waited, not hearing anything from the back of the ship. She left the engines idling, as she got out of her seat, fingers curled around the grip of her blaster. She walked as quietly as possible towards the back and as Adrien came into view, she saw him with the blaster tucked behind his back. She didn't like the look of it, and she let her blaster hang in her right hand, fully in view of the newcomer with his foot on the ramp keeping them from getting the heck off this stinky rock. A jerk of her head in the new guy's direction as she stood next to Adrien, and a frosty expression at the interloper should be all the signs Adrien would need to know that she was just as clueless about this guy as she was, her voice clipped and impatient. "Everything alright back here?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 21:30:38 GMT -8
Fenrir kept his hands in full view of both Adrien and the Woman who appeared in the doorway with him, bearing her own blaster. It wasn't surprising they were suspicious of him, but he had already thought of a good cover story in the couple seconds he needed to consider everything
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Nothing in particular, most crews around here never really stop hiring though, so I just took a guess. As to who you are, well, assuming that the rather bruised fellow I just talked to wasn't lying, my guess would be Adrien. But a Captain is a Captain, regardless of their name. I'm just out looking for work really, and a ship taking off always proves to be the most promising as far as potential work. I'm no cook or pilot, but I'm handy in a fight...
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Mar 10, 2014 19:56:40 GMT -8
He glanced at Leeza as she made her way back to him. She seemed to be as clueless as to who this guy was as Adrien, though Adrien would have done the same thing if he were working an angle. Adrien's trust wasn't earned overnight, and even if Leeza didn't have any intention to pull a fast one she would have to learn that, but for now he would give her the benefit of the doubt. Coming back to check in was a good step to gain his trust, but at the same time if they needed to make a quick getaway she wasn't at her post. It was a real catch twenty-two. Of course if he had more crew this sort of thing wouldn't be a problem, she could stay at her post when she needed to be and he would have backup if he needed it.
Clinching his jaw as he returned his sight to the man, Adrien visibly chewed on the thought of what to do with him. He stood silently gazing over the man, appraising him with furrowed brow and pursed lips. He pushed off the frame and let his right hand fall from behind his back to his side, for the first time revealing his enforcer to the man. "Come on, I ain't got all day, we're burning fuel." His tone was impatient, and slightly irritated as he turned and walked toward the table in the common area, his eyes meeting Leeza's as he turned. He didn't trust this guy as his eye's probably conveyed to Leeza, but then again he didn't trust anyone and he would need some extra muscle where they were going.
He sat down at the table directly across from the airlock and nodded toward the seat across from him as the man entered his ship. "Let's lay down some ground rules. You've got exactly from the time we take off until we get where we're going to convince me to keep you on. If you haven't convinced me by the time we get there then you pay for passage, if you try anything stupid on the trip then you take then you get off somewhere along the way. If you can't agree to that then there's the door. I'd suggest making up your mind before we take off, because if we get too high before you do I'd say you might make a fairly big puddle somewhere down there."
He sat back and crossed his leg over his knee and placed his enforcer in his lap, keeping his hand on it and ready to react.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2014 21:17:44 GMT -8
Fenrir nodded as Adrien invited him aboard, showing that even he was holding a weapon. It was to be expected that they would be suspicious of him, afterall he had just randomly turned up and asked to join the crew. He then made his way up the ramp and on to the ship, briefly nodding to Leeza in greeting, before taking a seat opposite Adrien
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Sounds agreeable to me. I am happy to submit myself to your questioning and scrutiny, So is there perhaps any questions you'd prefer to ask first?
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Mar 11, 2014 6:11:08 GMT -8
She couldn't miss the look in Adrien's eyes as he turned to silently tell her to get them off the ground before anyone else came knocking. He didn't trust anything going on right now and she would need to be understanding of that. She shoved the blaster back into its holster and she jogged her way back to the cockpit, and hit the pilot's seat pretty hard. The ramp was secure, the board was green and with a little pull on the yoke, the ship lifted off the tarmac. She handled surprizingly responsive for a ship as old as she was, but a well taken care of freighter was as good as gold. It also spoke well of the captain and previous crew. Time and money had been spent making sure that in a bind, this bird would take care of them so they took care of her.
She cleared the surface traffic with relative ease, and the wayfarer buzzed off through the upper atmosphere into the stars. The navcomputer spit out the final coordinates and she made sure everything was ready to go when they hit the edge of the system. Even though Adrien was on high alert at the moment, grilling the gruff looking guy in the back, she felt a sense of ease and relief that Nar Shaddaa was finally behind her, her eyes focuses on the clouds and sky ahead, rather the dingy looking surface of the stinking rock below. The quiet times of contemplation were the ones where she questioned herself if this was the path her father would want her to take, but then she remembers the kind of person her mother has become and her resolve hardens. Justice has to be done. This is the way to bring it about. "Never doubt in the power of a single person to change the galaxy."
The Shadow vanished into the skies over the Corellian Sector, her getaway masked by clouds and the darkening night skies.
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 10, 2014 20:01:29 GMT -8
**The MC-24a class shuttle landed on the dirty streets of the Correllian sector.
Inside the shuttle, Lord Ferinus emerged from the shuttle's washer, wiping the last of the shaving cream off his face. He gazed upon his reflection in the mirror, peering at his now trimmed and cropped silver hair and matching goatee.**
"I'll definitely be needing to get my Nubian tan back."
**He pulled on his black undershirt and black slacks and threw his black robe on. His hooked his twin lightsabers to his belt.
As the ramp of his ship descended to the planet's surface, Ferinus threw his black hood up.
AR-4 called out from the top of the ramp.**
::Shall I merely expect you back whenever, my Lord?::
"You know the orders, AR-4, especially the ones about what happens if you're discovered."
::I am to.....blow the stip.::
"Bane help you, you bucket of bolts. You do take orders well."
**Ferinus' black leather boots ground against the grit of the Correllian Sector's streets. The Sith stretched out his awareness.
He sensed anger....ambition....perversion....greed.
Just his kind of town.
The kind of town where nobody asked too many questions.
Ferinus ducked into the closest hole-in-the-wall. He kept a close onyx eye on the various activities happening around him, ready to spring into action like a coiled viper.
He sat down at the bar and tapped it.**
"One Sarlacc Kicker, if you've got it."
**He was more than satisfied to see the glass of crimson liquid slide across the table to him. He was even more satisfied to lift it to his lips.**
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Aug 11, 2014 10:13:57 GMT -8
*The moon above the city was starting to show, tall buildings masking the filth that was below and yet though the throngs of the useless sacks of flesh were unseen, there was no masking the smell. Everything had been reset, the bigger wars gone and yet the universe moved along, he had lost research, tools, weapons and so much more. His brothers and sisters, those who he had razed planets with all now committed to a databank of memory.
A deep inhale of the stale filtered air, the fumes, gases, all filtered through his right nostril and that which was not needed for his survival expunged through the right again. Something was different tonight, someone was alive, a presence he had not known for a long time, and belonging to someone he believed to be dead.
Standing on the plateau he had called home he went to his hole in the wall and gathered his things, the massive overcloak slipping on his body, fitting his form albeit a little loose considering the time spent out of physical training. The back clamps opened at will and he reached in taking the sabercane and slid it along the spinal holster, the clamps closing with a pneumatic hiss.
Pressing his hand to the structure he closed his eyes until the scent of burning material wafted to him and he smirked. Lifting his hood he ran and bounded from his overlook and slammed down rolling from rooftop to rooftop heading to the throngs of the useless beneath, the fire above growing attracting attentions of the weak like moths to a...well clearly this.
His feet landed lightly on the ground and looked and saw the bar, the presence that was connected was not just through the force, it was blood, it ran so deep that when they both were sent out, they knew each other with such instinct that when they trained against one another, it was always dead even and those who watched them were the usual casualties.
Ducking his head in, the 6'9 male walked in, his entirety one black shadow, fighting boots to his face all wrapped in the overcloak, a slight glow from his right side on his face was the only thing that was visible. Taking strides to the bar he eyed the bartender, heavy hands leaning on it and spoke, his voice resonant and deep, yet a glutteral mechanical undertone seemed to always scratch every word.*
"One bottle of Chadian rum, a new one if you have it"
*The bartender seemed flummoxed, and the massive male shook his head growling in disapproval, it seemed that you pick a bar like this, you only have piss to choose from. Leaning down, his acrid breath would curl the nose hairs of the bartender*
"Then a bottle of Corellian rum"
*sliding a credit chip through the reader and quickly palmed it back vanishing in the depths of his robe. As the bartender came back he yanked the bottle and the corked neck vanished to the shadows of his hood and a moment later the cork was spat out and nailed the disposal. Turning he looked around, he was here, there was no denying that and he knew he would reveal himself. He always did, but he hoped his brother, as he was, was no longer under anyone's employ otherwise this could take a turn in a direction he did not want. *
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 11, 2014 17:59:31 GMT -8
**As Ferinus was lifting his glass for the final gulp, his hand froze in midair. A hand of icy fingers gripped his very throat, yet a warmth began to spread through his veins, filled with a presence that went beyond knowledge and without words.
Of course it would be him. It always was him.
Ferinus heard his large, heavy footsteps thud through the bar. He gazed upon the back of that frame which stood taller than most. The cane was unmistakeable. How many times had he wound up on its receiving end in spar after spar?
The Sith Lord observed carefully as Phantom ordered, snickering as his brother glowered at the bartender for carrying such hogwash of spirits. He believed his brother was going to rip the man's head from his shoulders, and Ferinus would have watched such a display with glee.
There he sat, spitting his cork out and drinking heavily. There sat the man he had fought with and bled with on so many worlds.
He saw so many fall to his fury. He saw Phantom fight with a ferocity that transcended man, transcending Jedi and Sith alike. He had seen examples of all fall dead before him.
All except for Ferinus, of course. He chuckled to himself. This was everything he had been hoping for since waking up after four years of sleep.
Ferinus tapped the bar again.**
"And two shots of Rancor Blood, if you'd be so accommodating."
**Ferinus picked up both the glasses of blood-red liquid. He could sense the bartender was all too eager to serve him as opposed to his overpowering brother.
The Sith Lord stood up, shot glasses in hand, and stood behind his brother. Sensing his thoughts, Ferinus couldn't stop himself from a laugh.**
"No, brother. I don't work for anyone. I'm not here to kill you....but I'd sure as Bane like to see you stop me from giving you a hug."
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Aug 11, 2014 21:34:00 GMT -8
*Hearing someone tap the bar he turned, he knew he was right and set the bottle of the rum down, the single glowing eye on his right side did not move and he turned around facing his brother seeing the shot glasses as well as the one he called his own blood...yes...blood
It had been some time yet his brothers words put him at ease and rose his glass in a salute and in recognition, not just at their existence but every single thing they both had shared from the past until now. This shot of blood was nothing, there was once a time where between them both, the blood was in pools that would drown their boots, the sands would be so saturated that the mud itself was that deep red and smelled of that delectable copper
There had been so much between them both, ideals, processes, weaponry and development and though at times they had differences, they both were always there for one another and it seemed that the years had not changed them.
A deep chuckle eminated from the hood and he opened his arms wide and embraced him, careful not to spill the shots and pulled his hood back. Matted silver hair hung down to his shoulders, a pockmarked face was all the rage these days, the definition of ladykiller, afterall his winning feature, the deep thick ropy scar running right through the center of his face is what pulled all the women in.
His lip curling at the end into a smile he cracked his neck in the fashion he did even back when they both were apprentices and took one of the glasses from his brothers hand*
"Well if you were here to kill me, I would make sure that final dance would be in a torrent of all these people's blood...including this bartender...what a pathetic selection"
*His haunting face snapped to the bartender and he growled, his voice like that of an incoming thundercloud*
"Bottles of rum and if my brother's glass runs dry of his kickers, I promise we will see how you taste after some time on a spit, I hear live roasting really caramelizes the fat, and you seem to have enough to spare"
*Barking with laughter as he turned to his brother he raised his shot*
"What shall we drink to dear brother?"
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 12, 2014 6:06:18 GMT -8
**Ferinus' crooked smile shone as his brother rose to embrace him. It was always a wonder being embraced by a man like Phantom, who easily stood nearly a foot taller than him, but it was welcome nonetheless.
That face of his, the face that had seen so much death, and yet so much life. Mechanization, industrialization and even death could do whatever it wanted to that face. Nothing would hide the ferocity upon it.
Ferinus chuckled as Phantom spoke.**
"Indeed. That fight would kill everyone here, and I'm fairly certain these lovely patrons came to this......'bar'......tonight ill-prepared for their own deaths."
**As Phantom spoke to the bartender and he furnished the alchemist another Sarlacc Kicker, Ferinus inclined his head toward the man.**
"That is no idle threat from my brother, barkeep. You seem like a....decent....man peddling indecent spirits. I'd start raiding the top shelf were I in your position."
**Ferinus smiled and handed the other shot glass to his brother, thinking as Phantom asked what to toast to. After everything they had been through together, what could they possibly toast to??? The Master alchemist wracked his mind until a bit of Nubian fanfare emerged.**
"To our youth, Phantom. To the days come and gone. To those we fought beside, wherever they are. To every day to come. To all the skulls we'll crack. To all the mysteries we'll expose. To every preconceived notion of greatness that we shall bring tumbling down....should they cross us."
**Ferinus tipped the tiny glass to his brother. Would such a large man even be able to hold such a small glass? Ferinus threw the shot back, regrettably feeling nothing. He slammed it down on the bar.**
"I've had far better. Nothing tastes as good as Ji'Dai blood. I suppose your palates have been ruined, Phantom. Once you go Ji'Dai, you never go back."
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Aug 12, 2014 6:39:47 GMT -8
"It is just another hovel, another hole in the wall that serves those looking to take and look for an escape and you know as well as I that if you run from life, your only true escape is death and I would be happy to guide those on that path to their last breath. Afterall, how many of these places have we razed, burned and slaughtered and then kicked back, drank and laughed. These places are the small beacons of filth that should be cleansed from time to time"
*He listened on and waited to see what his brother would choose to toast to and when he did his eye widened. There was something, the past, the times they both had fought their master together and realized just what power they had when together. Then the present, the now, what it is they were set on doing and every breath sending fuel into their bodies for more strength to carry on. The future, the names, places all of these things were not decided and yet it never mattered. When something was decided, they both hurled their all at it and always came out on top. They both never sat on thrones, they instead would be in labs, in technological areas with the bodies of others making the floors slick and dripping out from the doors. This is who they were and he raised his glass and tossed it back.
The blood was...passable, bitter, thick and heavy like a crimson cream styled beverage and he crushed the shot glass in hand and let the shards fall to the floor, the crimson tinted the glistening pieces hit the floor and turned again to the bartender*
"Your blood is not fresh, its barely passable...next time make your selection wider, because I do know where I can tap a keg of it should I feel the mood do"
*He poked the bartender's stomach and then turned back to his brother*
"Yes, the blood of a force user is always much better, the Ji'Dai sweeter on the pallet because of their refined eating habits and plus...maybe its all that good they bring to the universe that makes me relish the taste"
*He laughed at the sarcasm, they were a true pox on the universe, and at one time he had declared himself Sith, yet it seemed people were more worried about aligning themselves with a name rather than doing something with themselves*
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 12, 2014 14:45:06 GMT -8
**Ferinus couldn't help but release a loud guffaw at his brother's jest.**
"Ah yes....the 'good' that the Ji'Dai do. Their self-righteous belligerence does them no good with a Sith hand crushing their windpipe."
**Ferinus took his second Sarlacc Kicker and tossed it down, relishing its superior taste to the shot. He burped and pulled his own hood back. He marveled at how the years had nearly matched his appearance with his brother's. Their silver hair, their scar down the center of their faces. They could even be misconstrued as brothers were it not for Phantom's cybernetic parts and the rather large disparage between their heights.
The Master Alchemist looked his brother up and down with a crooked grin. He gestured with his glass toward his brother.**
"So catch me up, then. This body of yours. A new resurrection, perhaps? I don't seem to remember that scar down your face. New story to share?"
**He chuckled, his onyx eyes glinting. Whatever it was, Ferinus was certain it came with a delightful tale.**
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Aug 12, 2014 15:49:19 GMT -8
*taking a deep swig from his bottle, the dark spiced rum sloshing as he neared the end of it and being a good bartender already had another opened and ready to go. Maybe he wouldn't eat him as he planned, the weak needed to keep things running as it was*
"You are right, though their death is the end of fun, making them scream, breaking them mentally, physically, and then watching their spirit die..."
*He inhaled deeply closing his eyes and exhaled deeply, a psychotic smile taking place of an otherwise stoic face*
"That is where the thrill comes from, after all, their saber skills and abilities are lacking because they reserve themselves to such old fighting styles"
*draining the rest of the bottle he tossed it and picked up the second bringing the curved glass mouth to his own and drinking deeply, the question of his face posed by his brother only making him drain the bottle faster. As he inclined his head the scar could be seen running from his head down his neck and into his cloak. The bottle being pulled back with a resounding pop as he set it down he sighed*
"I masked the face but it matches the rest of me, when I was being hunted for war crimes, when I was hunting and slaughtering just to release my anger and hatred for what they had done to my sister...they shot me down, the back dorsal stabilizer was weak from damage. I was ejected from the cockpit and hit my back against the cliff side and that back stabilizer snapped and slid to me like a guillotine would and removed a good half or so of me. I was salvaged by allies of my father and they used what tech they had when making cyborgs like Grevious and put back what they could and reinforced what they could"
*Peeling his right glove off he smiles as his wrist rotated a full 360 degrees and then slid the glove back on*
"I only improved on the designs, making the parts of my body that need to filter toxins run through it, air, liquids, all of it running through a machine so that I am sharp and focused and whatever nutritional value or things necessary for life passed to my left half. It came in handy when one tried to poison me and I drank both vials and proceed to push this hand into his chest cavity and rip his ribs out one by one before dancing in the vacant cavity. What pathetic people there are, though trust me, there are upgrades I have made that I have yet to even explore considering I have not needed the need as of yet"
*Raising the bottle he drained it licking his lips and then it would be clear how he could process so much alcohol so quickly without feeling the effects, he drank because of the taste, anything that diluted his senses needed to be removed and so he made it so that it was*
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 13, 2014 7:54:56 GMT -8
**As Phantom told his tale, Ferinus listened intently, downing his second Sarlacc Kicker and reaching for a third which had just been poured. He was enthralled. He knew only Phantom could survive such an endeavor. It seemed circumstances had synchronized perfectly to end with the ending of Phantom's life. Still, beyond all wildest recollections, Phantom stood alive once again. It was absolutely splendid to hear!
When Phantom rotated his wrist 360 degrees, Ferinus' onyx eyes widened, glinting with glee.**
"Fascinating!! You know....I believe I could...."
**Ferinus stopped and sighed, shaking his head. He didn't even have a lab. Besides, he doubted Phantom, no matter how much they had been through together, would enjoy being strapped down to a slab while Ferinus poked him. He couldn't help it, though. The millions of small gears within his mind were churning, churning, churning. He was feeling the urge to study every intricacy of his brother's new design. But that could wait.
The underlying thoughts pervading Ferinus' mind could no longer be denied. He decided to give them voice.**
"Once again, Phantom, we find ourselves on the outside looking in of a new galaxy. New empires have undoubtedly formed. New Ji'Dai have made it their insufferable mission to attempt to make the galaxy a better place. New Sith have emerged fancying themselves the ultimate power in the universe. This aging frame may not be the spry, young apprentice it once was, but I am itching to knock skulls and strike back against the Ji'Dai again. Do you have any resources yourself?"
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