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Post by Paradigm on Mar 3, 2017 13:54:34 GMT -8
Keep a sharp eye....
The scrambled voice hardly sounded like it's natural self, as it slipped from the smooth silvery dome of a helmet. A blue visor peered passively at the dark haired girl before turning away and fixating on its target.
You know... The girl said, You sound like a clone now.., like one of those trooper people...
I do not, The mechanical voice almost hissed. Crouching behind a protected ledge around a very tall building, the figure drew forth the long sleek barrel of a precision rifle and positioned it accordingly. Keep quiet. Save your insults for later. Watch my back.
It wasn't in insult.. The girl murmured before turning around and crouching as well. I think it sounds cool- threatening even. Personally I-
Shhhh a metallic hiss resonated from the armored figure as they steadied the rifle. It looked like any other weapon safe for the lack of a trigger. Oddly, the handle had been replaced with what looked like a gauntlet type grip. There were no places to fixate power clips or amo magazines. On its own, the weapon was useless, except maybe as a metal club. Silently, the figure slipped the left hand into the gauntlet socket and held the weapon steady with the right. A small, almost unnoticeable wirring sound, accompanied by a thin line of silver blue like shot down the length of the barrel- causing a thin silver beam of white hot energy to lance through the air. It vanished again in less than a millisecond, hardly enough time for anyone to see, unless they were expecting it. Yet, at the adjacent building, commotion erupted. It took a few moments longer for anyone to know what had happened, than the attack itself, and by the time anyone started looking for the murderer- the assassin and accomplice were four buildings away, catching their breath in a secluded corner ally.
Do you think anyone saw us? The girl asked, pulling a few strands of her black hair from her face and looking around with wide violet eyes.
Do you have to ask that every single time Naomi? The armored figure said, visor swiveling around to scan for any pursuers. No, we weren't followed.
Naomi giggled and slid down the wall to sit on the ground. Your voice sounds funny when you're annoyed.
Oh fine...The armored figure snapped, reaching up and pulling off the silver helmet. Long silver white hair cascaded down her shoulder in a loose braid, complementing the purl white female face now staring down at Naomi with energetic silver blue eyes. With a sigh, she sat opposite her friend and put the helmet in her lap as she began to take apart the rifle. It helps me aim, and the whole voice thing is for security. I have a very distinct voice.
Then why can't I have one? Naomi asked as if disappointed, but her smile told a different story. I'm just as memorable as you are Paradigm. We're not that different. She glanced down at her hands, one, by default, resting on the hilt of a lightsaber, the other trembling with unused force energy. Both our mothers are psychopathic lunatics.
I suppose you're right. Paradigm said, standing to her feet and offering a hand to Naomi. The Shilor and the Valah have a dark past- I guess that's why we're still killing people. She said, with a sudden frown. Come on- let's get away from the hot zone and go report our success so we can get off this planet.
Naomi took the hand and shook her head at Paradigm's sudden shift in mood. To be fare... he was a jerk running an extensive illegal slave operation, and he called you stupid. He deserved to get shot in the head by an undetectable kinetic energy blast. It's like the closest thing you get to lightning.
He was suppose to think i was stupid... That's the point of being under cover. Walking out of the alley, they both tossed on some old looking cloaks- mainly to hide Paradigm's armor, and headed down the walkway toward a near by cantina. Regardless- someone else will take his place. It's not like killing one man will dismantle that entire operation. That would take a lot more work. The Shilor hybrid shrugged and shook her head. Good thing that's not our job. We're done here.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 5, 2017 17:53:25 GMT -8
Altair slipped from the crowded city streets of New Vertica into a back ally near the Adrenaline night club. Night had just fallen and the riff raff had just begun to come out. The Adrenaline was one of the shadier clubs in the city, older and not as well funded. He pulled back his hair and tucked the long black dreads into a group and slipped on his helmet before clicking his heels - activating his jet boots which shot him up to the rooftop. He peered across the rooftop, it was clearly empty to the naked eye, but he knew better.
"Report shadowalker."
A voice spoke form the darkness moments before the form of a young girl decloaked from the nearby vent.
"Reports from Dantooine, the planet is devastated - first Order fleet has pulled out of the system. Intel leads to their next offensive being against Ossus. News out of Jabiim... Shadow has activated himself, Rico is also on the planet but no one has heard from him since the Darkness Fell."
Altair raised an eyebrow. He had given no order for Shadow to activate and the blatant abuse of command could only mean that the First Orders possition on the planet was either weak enough to disrupt, or to strong to leave be. Either way something needed to be done about him before things got out of hand. He did not speak again for a few moments allowing lynda to finish her report about the planet and what she had heard through the ShadowNet before...
"Any sight on my Target?"
Lynda raised an eyebrow and whispered in a sarcastic voice.
"You expect someone like Paradigm to set food on my planet and me not know about it? Typical to form... no one has seen her, she isn't here. However... the boss of a local sex trafficking ring was killed recently..."
Altair raised an eyebrow waiting for the punchline.
"It wasn't a blaster... I saw the body. It was an energy weapon i've never seen before. If your contact says she's on the planet... then the energy blast i saw points to her. She's in sector 9... or was within the last 5 hours, unless you're activating me... i cannot help you any further."
Altair considered her for a moment before shaking his head.
"No... you're leaving. This place is to out of the way currently. I've received word from Riley, he has gotten info on the First Orders base of operations, i've sent you the data... the two planets in question are to be swept immediately... I need their base found yesterday. Deep stealth... no contact..."
Lynda looked down at her wristpad and flipped through the data he had transfered to her. She nodded slightly and slipped back into the shadows of the vent, cloaked, and was gone - to find her own way off world.
Altair stepped backwards off the ledge and fell the 100 or so meters towards the ground below. Activating his jet boots in quick succession to take three bounding steps to land safely on the ground. He looked about the area to see if he had been noticed before pulling the device on his wrist up closer to inspect grid sector 9, the last place that Paradigm had been 'reported' to be in the area. He had hoped that lynda would have had more information on the situation, but just to know that Anna hadn't lied to him, and that she was actually on the planet was ease enough for him. pulling the comm from his belt he linked to the rest of his team.
Sweep grid sector 9. Contact reported in the area. Observation mode only, do not be seen and do not engage without the team - out.
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Post by Moesen on Apr 2, 2017 12:04:31 GMT -8
“For kriff’s sake!” Shouts an enraged Bothan through clouds of white smog that pour out of the ancient speeder.
For three weeks he has been working on this hunk of junk, for three stinking weeks. The Bothan has tried everything, realign the stabilizer’s, tightening the hyper-lift, heck he has even tried replacing the old transmission. Nothing has worked.
With a heavy sigh, the hound-like man collapses onto a container of hypermatter. He has no more ideas left. Either he convinces Jarl’s men that this antique is meant for the junkyard, or a miracle happens and the Bothan can keep both of his legs. The Bothan takes a deep breath and leans back against the steel wall of his mechanic shop. His hand rubs his temple, trying to soothe an incoming headache.
“It’s your exhaust”
The Bothan rolls his head to the side to find an emerald-skinned Feeorin standing over the smoking speeder. His bright golden eyes fixated on the machine in front of him.
“It’s not the exhaust” The Bothan groans as he blindly reaches into the toolbox beside him pulling out a screwdriver of sorts. He had no time to deal with this, he had to make sure that his ankles and shins stayed together.
The Bothan hops off the canister and makes his way over to the Feeorin. “Now, would you kindly get out of here.”
The larger-than-your-average Feeorin grabs the screwdriver out of the Bothan’s hand. His movements are fast. To the trained eye, they might be a little too fast. The Bothan begins to snarl. “Now, listen here you moss colored squid…”
With that same lightening speed the Feeorin ducks under the chassis leaving the Bothan talking to thin air.
The Feeorin eyes glow with excitement as he stares at the underbelly of this derelict beast. This was a beauty, he hasn’t seen a model like this in years. The green-skinned man places two fingers on the metal skeleton before him and closes his glowing eyes. The world around him vanishes, and inside his head, he begins to feel. Like a glowing beacon, he can feel the break in the system, it glows red in his thoughts directing his hands to the source of the problem.
WIZZZ WHIRRRR CLANK
The Feeorin smiles as he rolls out from underneath the chassis. The Bothan stands furious with this newcomer to his shop.
“Do you have any idea whose speeder this is!?”
The Feeorin chuckles once man, and slams his fist onto the hood of the speeder. As if by magic the machine roars back to life.
“Told you it was the exhaust”
The Bothan’s mouth drops in disbelief. “How….did…you?”
“All in a day’s work.” Smiled the Feeorin grabbing the nearest rag to wipe of his hands.
“Who the hell are you?” spits the Bothan
“Name’s Moesen, but most of my friends call me Moe, and you are…?”
“Bruk”
“NIce to meet ya, Bruk” The Feeorin extends a hand, and the Bothan shakes it.
“Nice to meet you too.” The Bothan says. Suddenly, a memory whizzing into his brain. He knows this man, at least he has seen this man. Holy crap, why was this guy back on Nar Shadaa? This was Moe, Gundark Moe, shock box champion two years running on the east circuit. He use to bet on this guy.
“You’re Gundark Moe…” The Bothan points his mouth ajar. Moe smiles and shrugs his shoulders. There is no use trying to hide it now.
“Yep.”
“You’re the Fists of Fury, the Emerald Executioner, the Fearsome Feeorin, the…” spews the Bothan like a kid fawning over his childhood hero.
“It’s just Moe these days,” Moe said holding both of his hands up trying to ease the overly excited Bothan.
“I can’t believe you are in my shop! I can’t believe you fixed the speeder! I can’t believe…Wait, why are you here? No one has seen you in 5 years! Where did you go? You were at the top of your game!”
Moe let out his gleaming white smile, that seemed to sparkle in almost any light.
“First off, I’m here to pay an old friend a visit. Now where I went, that’s a story in itself.”
Bruk smiled he rushed over to the sign at the front of his shop and turned it off. He raced towards the cooler that he kept in the back. He grabbed two bottles of Fizzpop.
“I think this should buy me at least one story,” Bruk said handing a bottle over to Moe.
Moe laughed. He forgot that Fizzpop used to be one of his bits before a fight. He would guzzle one down and then break the bottle over his head. Moe’s fingers gingerly rubbed the bottle, as the memories began to flood back.
“It all started…..”
===========================Five Years Ago =================================
“MOE! MOE! MOE! MOE!”
The roar of the crowd shook the steel hallways of the arena. Sweet music to the Feeorin’s ears. The Forge, the greatest backwater stadium this side of the Outer Rim. Any boxer who is worth his guff has battled here. This is where legends are made, and dreams are squashed. Now it was Moe’s turn to fight for that glory, or in his eyes his freedom.
Moe clenches his fists, the buzz of the gauntlets come to life. Today was going to be the day. Moe reached towards the bucket of Fizzpop and grabbed a bottle and walked out into the arena.
The crowd erupted into applause as the Feeorin walked out into the blinding lights. He made his way into the ring, a painted circle stained with blood. A circle that Moe knew too well. As if his body was on repeat, the green-skinned man poured the bubbly beverage down his throat, and smashed the bottle on top of his head.
The crowd went berserk, and Moe cracked a smile. Suddenly the crowd fell silent. The king was here. Moe looked up at the private box, the looming platform that stared down him day in and day out, and there slithering on top was his majesty himself Jarl the Hutt. Moe cringed as the discolored slug stared down at the fighting area.
“BROTHERS and SISTERS” Shouted the Hutt in his native tongue. “Today is a glorious day, Gundark Moe has climbed his way to the top, and now on the eve of his 500th fight we shall see if he has what it takes to win his freedom.”
The crowd began to chant “ONE MORE WIN, ONE MORE WIN”
“Now let us bring in his competition!”
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Post by Paradigm on May 7, 2017 18:01:32 GMT -8
Altair slipped from the crowded city streets of New Vertica into a back ally near the Adrenaline night club. Night had just fallen and the riff raff had just begun to come out. The Adrenaline was one of the shadier clubs in the city, older and not as well funded. He pulled back his hair and tucked the long black dreads into a group and slipped on his helmet before clicking his heels - activating his jet boots which shot him up to the rooftop. He peered across the rooftop, it was clearly empty to the naked eye, but he knew better."Report shadowalker."A voice spoke form the darkness moments before the form of a young girl decloaked from the nearby vent."Reports from Dantooine, the planet is devastated - first Order fleet has pulled out of the system. Intel leads to their next offensive being against Ossus. News out of Jabiim... Shadow has activated himself, Rico is also on the planet but no one has heard from him since the Darkness Fell."Altair raised an eyebrow. He had given no order for Shadow to activate and the blatant abuse of command could only mean that the First Orders possition on the planet was either weak enough to disrupt, or to strong to leave be. Either way something needed to be done about him before things got out of hand. He did not speak again for a few moments allowing lynda to finish her report about the planet and what she had heard through the ShadowNet before..."Any sight on my Target?"Lynda raised an eyebrow and whispered in a sarcastic voice."You expect someone like Paradigm to set food on my planet and me not know about it? Typical to form... no one has seen her, she isn't here. However... the boss of a local sex trafficking ring was killed recently..."Altair raised an eyebrow waiting for the punchline."It wasn't a blaster... I saw the body. It was an energy weapon i've never seen before. If your contact says she's on the planet... then the energy blast i saw points to her. She's in sector 9... or was within the last 5 hours, unless you're activating me... i cannot help you any further."Altair considered her for a moment before shaking his head."No... you're leaving. This place is to out of the way currently. I've received word from Riley, he has gotten info on the First Orders base of operations, i've sent you the data... the two planets in question are to be swept immediately... I need their base found yesterday. Deep stealth... no contact..."Lynda looked down at her wristpad and flipped through the data he had transfered to her. She nodded slightly and slipped back into the shadows of the vent, cloaked, and was gone - to find her own way off world.Altair stepped backwards off the ledge and fell the 100 or so meters towards the ground below. Activating his jet boots in quick succession to take three bounding steps to land safely on the ground. He looked about the area to see if he had been noticed before pulling the device on his wrist up closer to inspect grid sector 9, the last place that Paradigm had been 'reported' to be in the area. He had hoped that lynda would have had more information on the situation, but just to know that Anna hadn't lied to him, and that she was actually on the planet was ease enough for him. pulling the comm from his belt he linked to the rest of his team.Sweep grid sector 9. Contact reported in the area. Observation mode only, do not be seen and do not engage without the team - out. So- the space port... Naomi said, with a small smile. She took a few steps forward only to come chest to arm with Paradigm's unyielding metal bracer. The Valah gasped lightly as her back smacked the wall.No- We can't be seen. We're going to have to get out of the area and find other means off the planet. The Shilor hybrid said slipping back on her helmet. Get ready to do a lot of walking. Seriously?.... Naomi muttered and hung her head slightly, pulling the cloak around her tighter. I hate this planet. The bright lights at night really bother my eyes. What's got you spooked anyways? We just killed a man who has half the police force in his pocket and double that in mercenaries? Paradigm informed with an automated sigh. I see heat signatures moving in a synthesized pattern, just chaotic enough for my mother to dismiss....but not me. Someone's on to us. I hope it's the authorities... Naomi whispered as she lightly followed Paradigm's figure. They took no strange routs, no building climbing or roof jumping, attempting to blend in as much as possible. Psh, I hope it's the mercenaries... Paradigm retorted. She might have sounded amused save for the metallic warbling of her voice. She directed Naomi before her and helped the Valah remove her cloak. Under the old dark fabric was nice looking set of fine looking cloths. Naomi understood what this meant. She rolled up her cloak neatly and then pulled her hair back from her face, tying it back and straightening out her red and bronze jacket. Paradigm's taller, armored figure loomed protectively behind the well-to-do looking Valah. In this false manner, the two entered a particularly populated market plaza, taking an indirect rout out of the main city. Hopefully- they wouldn't be discovered...by who ever was looking. |
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jul 20, 2017 11:38:15 GMT -8
Altair's movements after leaving Lynda on the rooftop - if looked at from a vertical perspective, would most likely represent that of a pinball stuck in a loop, bouncing off the same bumpers moving only a fraction of an inch or so each time - clearly changing its end destination, but making it look to the normal observer that he was simply doing rounds like any normal trooper or scoundrel hired for security for this sector. His team was on Paradigm's scent now and it would only be a matter of time before one of them found her, his job was to keep them from leaving the grid pattern without being noticed - and so he leapt from rooftop to rooftop with his jetboots, snuck from ally to ally, moved as if one with the shadows in the same predictable pattern.
Normally his grip pattern would be very inefficient, however Liz, who stood overwatch at the roof of the highest building in the area covered his movements and the gaps In his sight lines with her riffle, and her spotter on the opposite end of the sector, covered the gaps in Liz's sight lines. The three of them made a rather tight web to slip through, while the others moved the grid in a chaotic random patterns searching for the target. This box strategy had worked for them many times in the past and as long as Paradigm wasn't aware 'who' was after them - there was no need to believe it wouldn't work now. After a few hours they had switched sectors and several loops into this new circuit Altair's HUD blinked and he heard Fuze's voice over the squad comm
::Contact - primary target 23 degrees North 18 degrees east, sector 8 - Second Contact - robed, female perhaps Jedi, advise caution::
Altair moved the moment the grid coordinates were given. Accessing the database he had downloaded from the ship on Naboo - the files Riley had sent him from linking to the Felucian mainframe, and the old files he had from the Chaos War he ran a full list of known associates on the target attempting to lock down 'who' the second contact was, he knew the rest of the team was doing the same and the moment someone had a HUD visual on the tag along they should know who she was and how to better proceed. The second voice came later than expected - it was Liz this time who had gotten eyes on the pair from her new Overwatch position, soon her spotter would confirm the path they were taking and then with three sets of eyes on them, they wouldn't lose them easily.
::Confirm Contact - In the open - clean shot - advise?::
::Negative Overwatch, No shot - Observation mode only. Everyone in Place - box formation Delta, I don't want them getting away.::
The brief conversation between Liz and Altair had given the rest of the group time to gain ground on the coordinates and by the time Altair was in position the rest of his team was as well. He caught sight of the pair moving along with the crowd, blending in as well as to be expected - it was a miracle Fuze caught the sight of them, it was something Overwatch wouldn't have been able to do. They weren't hiding, perhaps they didn't know they were being tracked, perhaps they thought the public scene would save them from direct confrontation. Regardless Altair's options were limited. Leaping from the roof he was on down into an empty allyway activating his jetboots only moments from impact making a graceful hoping motion onto the ground he pulled his cloak around him hiding most of his armor and weaponry and clicked a button on his helmet causing the device to fold up and disappear behind his dreadlocks. And then he stepped out into the crowd - head and eyes down moving with a quick step on a collision course with the tag-along.
Eyeing the crowd as he moved he caught sight of her - without his HUD he couldn't identify her, but there was something familiar about the girl. He dismissed the thought, he had seen a million faces since the War on Felucia, he didn't hope to remember one from years ago. As the pair moved towards him he zigged and shoved a group walking together towards the pair causing a slight congested area, then zagged around them taking a step to far and slamming his shoulder into Naomi's straight and well-to-do postured frame, he turned cutting off Paradigm from the female, unfortunately having to put his back to the deadly assassin as he caught Naomi's arm with a gentle touch to keep her from falling and raised his voice half an octave to feign surprise and regret...
"Oh my dear, I do apologize... are you quite alight?"
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Post by Paradigm on Jul 26, 2017 19:54:19 GMT -8
Hey... I don't like this place...
Naomi all but whimpered silently, knowing the Shilor hybrid would hear her faint words.
::You said that already::
Paradigm retorted, almost in irritation.
No- you don't understand.
Naomi murmured, dark eyes widening and suddenly darting around.
::Yes- I do.::
Paradigm had caught the strange shift in people. It was unnatural. She wasn't aware of how many people were watching them, but she had noted two points which weren't moving in the normal hustle and bustle- and then the odd group of people moving chaotically toward them. The tall armored girl whirled around fluidly enough- but not fast enough.
Altiar would feel Naomi's body give almost instantly- as if she were much lighter than she appeared. The Valah was graceful though, as if she'd been knocked over several times. However, her poise was only accented by the man's own quick motion in catching her before she had to roll to a stop. She yelped in surprise and flashed her maroon eyes at the stranger, absolutely startled. Wincing slightly, she relaxed when she hard the man's voice. Her arm throbbed suddenly. Perhaps the impact had dislodged something. Valah were fast, and flexible- but that was only because they lacked true bones, only having cartilage- which gave more motion but was more fragile.
Naomi wasn't a terrible fighter- but she was use to staying out of the way, rather than someone getting close enough to knock into her. Feeling a little pained and embarrassed, she fought back the grimace from her face and regained her posture, giving her 'bodyguard' a sharp look. She tried to match her voice with the nature of her acted character- but she figured she'd already shattered the illusion with how startled she looked.
I'm quite alright sir. No harm done.
She said with a thin smile, before shooting Paradigm a sharp glare. Someone wasn't paying attention.
Silently, the tall armored figure nodded sheepishly, and lightly put her hand on the blaster at her side, as a precaution. Hopefully Naomi wouldn't become chatty, and they could get out of here and off this planet. This man might be just an innocent person not looking where he was going, but Paradigm was far too on edge to ever believe that.
He wasn't a merc, because they wouldn't be so devious- at least not the ones here on this world, and he didn't look like a cop... She wasn't quite sure, but something felt oddly familiar about him.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jul 28, 2017 5:40:04 GMT -8
Altair's hand remained on the girls arm as she was clearly to startled to steady herself instantly and move off - as most of the higher ups of these seedy outer-rim worlds would - those that loathed the presence or even sight of lowborn scum like him. That alone would have given them away - even if Altair had not been looking for them specifically. The girls façade was clearly not well practiced, and they would have bettered their agenda by cloaking her and attempting to pass by unseen.
Altair's touch became more gentle, a gliding of the fingers along her forearm. He sensed her discomfort and her embarrassment - both might be used to play to his advantage and so the Coruscanti born street urchin put on his most charming smile and took a slow steady step towards the Valah, being sure to keep his back well to the body guard, his long dreads and his hood hiding his face from the Shilor hybrid. He did everything he could to shield his thoughts and his motives as Gadriel had taught him, he could almost hear the young bothan's voice "Keep your thoughts sporadic. Don't focus to much on what you want... think of anything but and just let your instincts lead you. Jedi are trained to sense the heart of things, the truth in the world around them, if you keep your mind bouncing from truth to truth, they have a difficult time locking down your true intentions - even without the aid of the force, a disciplined mind can fool all but the most gifted of telepaths." And so Altair did not just that, first looking at the curve of the Valah's face, his eyes softening to play to the role he had adopted, then noticing her lips and allowing a sudden but saucy thought to pass through his mind, he let it linger for a moment and gave it heft by a sharp inhale before finally allowing himself a whisper of a reply.
"My stars... those eyes..."
He had been told long ago he played the dumbstruck school boy well, and that any attempt he could ever make at seduction would fall victim to his inability to seem sincere, there was a mischievousness in his eyes that hardly left. But that was long ago.
"...forgive me."He stumbled before she could make a departing remark and retreat - using the momentary awe as a cover to keep his hand upon her arm."There is no subtle way of asking this, and I know I would kick myself for it later if I did not ask but... would you like to get a drink with me?"
He knew his time was running short, and he could all but sense the twitchy trigger finger of the Shilor hybrid behind him thumbing her sidearm. ~my my the color of her hair~ His team would be in place by now he was sure - the momentary distraction allowing them to close in - but the street was still crowded and ... ~I wonder if she would ever say yes... oh im so nervous~... he was inclined to avoid a fight, as it would no doubt end poorly for everyone involved - especially if what passed for a 'law' around here was looking for the pair, and... he was running out of ways to distract his mind from the mission...
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Post by Paradigm on Jul 28, 2017 6:29:31 GMT -8
Um...
Naomi glanced at Paradigm fleetingly for an answer, but the Shilor's face mask obscured any look she might be giving the Valah. Which was fine. Naomi was sure she didn't want to see Paradigm's certain displeased glare. For once she liked the new helmet.
Looking back to the man, she figured her whole gimmick was broken anyway, and the guy seemed nice. Naomi had been in too many situations where nice people turned out to be not so nice though, and she tried to take her arm back- even though the small action forced another pain to shoot up her shoulder. She couldn't hide the flinch of her face this time, and quickly looked away, acting bashful to hopefully distract him from her small- embarrassing injury.
No one's ever complemented my eyes before...
Naomi had a strange feeling that the man wanted something from them. Obviously that could be a good or bad thing- but, standing here, out in the open made them a much bigger target. Perhaps she should take his offer, and be cautious. If he worked for the authorities- he might try to take them into custody. If he worked for some merc group- where ever they went could be full of his buddies and they'd have an ambush. But she was curious! She knew though, that Paradigm would absolutely freak out if she said yes. She had to check this guy out first- but really, they had to get off this planet.
I don't normally talk to strangers...
She said coyly and again, tried to retrieve her arm, more gently this time so as not to anger her shoulder, or the Shilor.
DON"T LOOK AT ME!!
Paradigm all but screamed at Naomi, except, she didn't. She wasn't the one supposedly giving orders, Naomi was. The Shilor Hybrid almost face-palmed but that would shatter their guise even more than Naomi had already. She figured there was no longer any point to pretending. While the man might not notice Naomi's subtle wince and cleaver cover up while she tried to back off from him- Paradigm picked up on it at once. The girl was in some sort of obvious pain- perhaps not major pain, but it could give Paradigm the 'out' she was looking for.
While Naomi mentioned her eye and then thankfully declined his initial offer for a drink, the armored Shilor assassin took a step closer to the two, tensing slightly and speaking in that nearly mechanical voice.
You're injured. We should go.
She looked down at Naomi, knowing that mentioning the slight injury would only add to the poor Valah's embarrassment, but Paradigm didn't have time to feel sympathetic right now. Her mother's instincts had kicked in. They had to leave- now. Who ever this guy was, he was holding them up, and every second they stood there could endanger their lives.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jul 28, 2017 6:55:32 GMT -8
With the wince Altair felt like he had perfect 'in' and delved deeper in the assumed character he had picked up. That sensation of being watched - that feeling given by the hairs that stood up on the back of his head never went came, and so he felt himself able to relax. Either Paradigm had been ignoring her teachings of the Force or she was too distracted right now to focus on him. All the better in his mind.
When the Valah woman pulled away he released her arm, allowing an attempt at subtlety as the backs of his fingers caressed her skin in what was supposed to be a gentle touch. His gloved hand however made that impossible for him to feel and while he had not hit her that hard she seemed overly sensitive. ~Perhaps we weak structure... would explain the fluidity and the grace behind her movements.~ His thoughts faded away as she blushed away his advances and gave a graceful decline to his obvious offer, but it had opened a dialogue, and that was what he wanted more than anything.
"You're hurt..."He muttered almost the same time that Paradigm spoke, he had to keep her isolated from the conversation - if they held to their Façade - which they must or risk exposure... the Valah before him had all the power, and he had to keep it that way."I insist that I have my Medic take a look at you. My ship is not far and really... I would feel terrible to have injured an angel such as yourself and have no way to show amends..."
Liz was still rolling her eyes as she watched her "commander" put on the loverboy routine in the city streets below. He fell back on this way to often for her liking and his success rate with it often led to her wanting to shoot him instead of the target, but as long as Altair was off comm, as overwatch - she was in command of the Op. Tilting her riflescope to check the locations of the rest of the team, she soon was satisfied everyone was where they should be but something was off... something didn't feel right, and her feelings were confirmed a half moment later when her earpiece shot that familiar static out in the split second before their team Comm activated...
::Contact Contact. Security Force on site. Vector 2 - 7. Wrap up loverboy::
Liz was much to concerned with finding the location of the Security team - no doubt after the pair as well to smirk at the 'loverboy' reference, and half a moment later she was staring down her sights at 4 heavily armed mercs slowly making their way through the crowd towards the three stationary rogues in the middle of the city street. Liz cursed under her breath - off comm, but still her irritation was clear.
::CONTACT CONTACT! Security Force Beta. Vector 9 - 5. Running interference, pull him out!::
Liz' artificial heart stopped for a moment in time. They were surrounded. Spinning her rifle to the seconds security team she caught sight of 3 more mercs equally menacing moving from the opposite direction. The group streetside had not been spotted yet, but it was only a matter of time. She had to break Altair's comm silence, he had to be warned.
::You're surrounded Commander - get out of there::
Altair had deactivated his comms but the notification that someone had attempted to hail him beeped at the device on his wrist and it distracted him for a short time, and when he looked back up over the Valah's shoulder he noticed the team heading towards them, and the familiar form of Fuze moving towards them already on interference. He was out of time!
"We should get off the streets, I have a bad feeling about this... and we simply MUST get that arm looked at, darlin'"
He made no sign of taking 'No' for an answer and took a step towards Naomi raising his arm between her and Paradigm his body still well between them ushering her to fall into line beside him as he took another step to the side all but pushing her towards a nearby cross street as he whispered his finisher...
"My ship isn't far from here..."
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Post by Paradigm on Jul 28, 2017 8:07:03 GMT -8
Paradigm's proximity sensors started showing her some very disturbing patterns. Too much organization for her liking. The three easy ways out were being blocked by certain groups of certain people- ever closing in on their location. Not to mention their wood be stranger's com beeping. Paradigm wasn't sure if it was a communication device- but his motion toward Naomi and his obvious attempt to separate them, did not settle with the Shilor Hybrid. Drawing her weapon, she leveled it at the man and spoke crisply- the mechanic voice only adding to her Shilor motivation.
Step away from her.
Naomi didn't need proximity sensors to know she was being watched. Even with Paradigm's strange connection to the force, Naomi's was- in a way, far stronger. But contrary to her previous skitish actions, the Valah was far from defenseless, and she wasn't an idiot.
It's alright... Don't worry...
She whispered to the Shilor. Looking over at the man who was ushering her forward, she gave him a subtle apologetic frown and then lowered her head and began...
singing.
It was very soft at first- almost as if her lips moved without sound, but as a shallow breeze began to swell between the tall buildings, so did her voice. It was a melancholy sound- the words of some old forgotten tongue, mournful and chilling yet altogether mesmerizing.
The breeze came from all sides- weaving from some unknown place and bringing with it a very unnatural white fog. Thick wisps of vapor caressed the buildings around them, converging within a matter of minutes on the three. The mass was cold- causing havoc with heat seeking sensors, and translucent- scattering communication frequencies. And still, Naomi continued her woeful song. While one might think her voice would give her away- it no longer sounded like the girl herself was singing, but the strange mist- now covering several blocks of the city in its almost solid looking embrace.
She wasn't sure where Paradigm was, but she knew the Shilor would find her eventually. Naomi made an attempt to slip away from the man's notice- squinting her now glowing red eyes in order to try and find her armored friend. Hopefully the shroud would give them the time they needed to escape without confrontation. But Naomi knew Paradigm loved confrontation. It was something the girl had picked up from her mother...even though she would never admit that.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jul 29, 2017 9:35:44 GMT -8
Altair's eyes shifted towards the group of three coming at them, his eyes narrowed as he placed his hand on the disruptor at his side, the blaster on his other hip was already free and half raised out of the cloak that shadowed it when he heard the bizarre singing, and saw the white fog begin to decent, the hairs on the back of his neck already up - he assumed to sense the danger coming from the group, but his team had been right about the unknown, she was a Jedi - or something of the sort. He raised his hand to activate his helm and turn his Comm back on as his lips were already parting to form the words...
"Drop her!"
The helm sprang forward from the confinement around his collar and quickly unfolded in sections to close his face in, two red ocular lenses coming to light over his eyes as the Helm completed itself and he blinked when his sensors didn't immediately kick in, the HUD taking over... the words surprised him as well... his words from another's lips - he hadn't said them. In the half second it took for him to realize that he hadn't ordered it he had his team echoing back in forth through the comm - Liz passing orders because she had already noticed what He had not... Scorch marks the right and left of them... the Security force having noticed them and already opened fire. He raced his DC-17 and fired - taking one of the large brutes right between the eyes dropping him dead instantly just before the fog closed in around them. Felt more than saw Naomi disappear into the fog and he cursed his luck before calling back over his shoulder...
"Paradigm, find her, I'll take care of these brutes..."
He clicked one heel against the other and shot out of the Fog into the air above the two remaining Security Guards freeing his Disruptor in a swirling motion and firing, causing the other to disintegrate into nothing. The third and last hardly even noticed or cared about his compatriots death as he raised his rifle towards the hovering target but before he could fire he exploded... blood and perhaps an arm flying into the air as the ground where he once stood was covered in dark scorch marks and blood - the handiwork of one of Fuze's grenades no doubt he intended to take care of all three of them in one go, as he was no where to be found.
::Team regroup - Liz, D'lyse clean this up and then report back to the Star Razer Stitch, Fuze you're with me!::
Deactivating his jet boots he fell back into the now empty city street turning sprint back into the Fog and down the street, the only real exit the Naomi had available to her when she rabbited. Hopefully he would catch a sign of her or Paradigm. He wasn't looking forward to tracking them down again - now that they had lost the element of surprise. He heard the firefight continuing down the street as the remaining Four Security Force brutes had engaged D'lyse. Every now and again he had heard the distinct buzz of Liz's rifle no doubt meaning there was one less of them standing now.
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Selena Vizla
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Post by Selena Vizla on Aug 12, 2017 22:10:39 GMT -8
As soon as her ship had landed, Selena walked out of her ship, and headed to the nearest bar, where she hoped that she would blend in, and maybe even be able to pick up her next job. She came upon an older, run down bar. The type of place that her type would be. As she entered, she noticed a multitude of species gathered around tables. She could smell the familiar smells. She relaxed a bit, and she sat down at the bar.
I'll have a bottle of whatever the special is.
As the bartender poured her drink, she noticed she was getting a lot of stares, particularly from the male patrons. She tried to ignore them, and instead focus on her current predicament. She had no place to go, no world to call home. Well it didn't matter, she thought. I will simply live on my ship. I will accept the best paying job, and execute it to the degree I would like to. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a man walking up to her, alongside a Rodian. She could clearly tell that he was a spice smuggler, and such people generally tended to have highly inflated images of themselves.
"Hey there, you might be my new favorite spice." Said the smuggler.
"I'm not interested"She said cooly, turning back to her drink.
"Oh, I think you are" he said, grabbing her shoulder. "I promise, it'll be a good time."
She wrenched her shoulder free. The bartender ducked behind the bar, and the smuggler drew his gun, alongside the rodian.
"Come on, get up." said the smuggler, pointing his gun at her head.
She swallowed, and began to breathe deeper. There was no way this could end well for her. Unless a miracle occurred
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2017 22:24:11 GMT -8
Steele sat in the corner of the saloon, drinking a bottle of whiskey. As he finished the bottle, he stood up, set the bottle upon the table, and put his gun back in its holster. However, it was at this moment he noticed a commotion occurring on the other side if the room. A smuggler and a Rodian were threatening some petite, red haired woman.
"Well, well, well. What have we here. A damsel in distress. Well I suppose I better give her a hand. She sure could use it."He thought
With that, he drew his gun and fired two shots, both hitting the intended targets in the head. As the smuggler and Rodian slumped to the floor, Jesse holstered his gun, tossed a few cousins to the bartender, grabbed the woman's arm, and pulled her outside while whispering to her "I think it may be best to get out of here."
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Selena Vizla
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Post by Selena Vizla on Aug 13, 2017 11:14:22 GMT -8
As the stranger with the hat pulled her out of the saloon, she wrenched her arm from his grasp, and turned to face him.
"What the hell do you want?"she said angrily.
However, his easygoing smile set her at ease. She looked him over more carefully. His muscles were very well defined, and he certainly was quite handsome. She immediately began to regret being rude to him, as it clicked in her mind that he had just saved her life, plus, it looked as though he could put her down as fast as he put down those two in the bar.
"I'm sorry. Let's try that again, I'm Selena Vizla, from Mandalore. I'm kind of a sniper for hire, but I'm right now not at my best. Thank you for, well, saving my life in there. Which reminds me, who might you be?"feeling a bit flushed in the presence of such a man.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 13:23:34 GMT -8
As she spoke, Steele was he was looking her over. Combat armor, sniper rifle, Mandalorian Vambraces, she must be a good fighter, but she was damn good looking. Her hair flowed over her shoulders like red silk, and her eyes captivated him. He snapped back to the present as she asked his name.Hmm? Oh, the name's Steele. Jesse Steele. My friends call my Deadeye, but you can call me Jesse. His heart was thumping in his chest, but he hid it. He noticed a bit of a sparkle in her eye, as well as her blush. He coughed awkwardly, then tipped his hat. Well it was a pleasure to meet you, M'lady. She blushed profusely before saying it was a pleasure as well.Tell me, have you had something to eat since you landed? You know, besides what you were drinking. It looks like you travelled a long way, and I think you could use a good meal. And look at your face! There is all sorts of dirt on it. Here, tell you what, I'm gonna take you back to my place, and I'll fix you a proper meal, then you can wash up and we can figure out what we're gonna do with you. My speeder bike is right over here, but you're gonna need to hold on to me cause it's a bit small. Hopefully you don't find that awkward, cause I'm only trying to help."
She blushed again before nodding timidly. They both hopped onto the bike and drove off.
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Selena Vizla
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Post by Selena Vizla on Aug 13, 2017 15:06:18 GMT -8
As the twosome raced through the streets on his speeder bike, Selena couldn't help but to admire Steele's handsome physique. As she ran her hands over his muscled arms, he looked at her, and she blushed hard. He turned back, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She buried her face in his long(ish) hair as the wind blew in their faces. As she did, however, she couldn't help but lightly kiss his neck. Suddenly, the bike stopped, and she immediately removed her face from his hair. She surveyed the building they had stopped in front of. It wasn't particularly grand, it looked industrial, but there were no smokestacks, so it was clearly an apartment complex. However, there were no windows, so it was clearly not the finest of accommodations. They disembarked silently and walked into his apartment. It smelled just like him, a forresty, woody smell, one that put her at ease.
I guess I will take a seat
She sat down at one of the two chairs at the small bar. Upon the table, there was a glass jar, and in that jar, sat a beautiful lotus flower. The only non-grey thing in the entire apartment, and it made her blush slightly. It was almost as though he knew her favorite flower was a lotus. It was at that moment he placed a plate of steaming hot food before her. She started eating.
So, you're probably wondering why I'm on Nar Shaddaa, of all places. Well, it's not that simple. You see, I ran into a Chiss on Csilla, and I think he liked me. However, I knew I couldn't stay with him. My warrior spirit is just to strong. So I took my ship, entered the coordinates for Nar Shaddaa, and took off. When I got here, I thought I could maybe pick up a few jobs, get some money, and then plot my next moves. All of a sudden, you sweep in and take me here, and give me something to eat.
She caught herself before she could say anything more, blushing since she almost revealed her fancy. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar, and poured her a shot glass. She swallowed the drink, savoring the taste. She felt herself more drawn to the man, with his deep, romantic voice and his handsome face. It was now that she finished her food, and got up to go to the shower. She stepped into the water, surprised at the heat, but she didn't care. It had been 4 days since she had taken a shower last, and she decided to savor every moment of this one.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 19:04:25 GMT -8
**30 minutes later**
Jesse sat on the stool, thinking of Selena, of how wonderful she was, how beautiful she was, and her eyes, they were ice blue, cold, yet, when he looked at them he saw a warmth as well? He didn't know. Just then the door to the bathroom opened, and she stepped out, hair wet, and wearing a skin-tight suit that left little to the imagination. She looked so beautiful to him. She sat down on the stool next to him, looking refreshed, and smelling like, oddly enough, the scent of roses and gunpowder mixed together. As she began to relax, she noticed Jesse looking at her, and blushed profusely. She stood up, and began walking towards the house's exit, when, suddenly, he had a burst of confidence, and grabbed her arm. However, instead of throwing it off, she seemed to savor his touch. He pulled her in, and locked his lips against hers. To his surprise, when he pulled away a second later, she did not immediately grab her gun and get out, but instead leaned in to kiss him again. This kiss lasted for a few seconds, and when they pulled away, she stroked his hair, running her fingers through it, before knocking his hat away. He stared deeply into her eyes before smashing his lips against hers again. They continued this for a few seconds before he pulled away and said:
I love you.
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Post by Selena Vizla on Aug 13, 2017 20:28:05 GMT -8
**30 minutes later** Jesse sat on the stool, thinking of Selena, of how wonderful she was, how beautiful she was, and her eyes, they were ice blue, cold, yet, when he looked at them he saw a warmth as well? He didn't know. Just then the door to the bathroom opened, and she stepped out, hair wet, and wearing a skin-tight suit that left little to the imagination. She looked so beautiful to him. She sat down on the stool next to him, looking refreshed, and smelling like, oddly enough, the scent of roses and gunpowder mixed together. As she began to relax, she noticed Jesse looking at her, and blushed profusely. She stood up, and began walking towards the house's exit, when, suddenly, he had a burst of confidence, and grabbed her arm. However, instead of throwing it off, she seemed to savor his touch. He pulled her in, and locked his lips against hers. To his surprise, when he pulled away a second later, she did not immediately grab her gun and get out, but instead leaned in to kiss him again. This kiss lasted for a few seconds, and when they pulled away, she stroked his hair, running her fingers through it, before knocking his hat away. He stared deeply into her eyes before smashing his lips against hers again. They continued this for a few seconds before he pulled away and said: I love you.***Early Morning:Nar Shaddaa time
As Selena awoke from her slumber, she felt another presence by her side. She turned around to see Steele facing her. She began to kiss him passionately, with her arms exploring his chest, and stroking his disheveled hair. She allowed herself to bend to his body, eventually fitting it like a sleeve.
Mmmmm... it is nice to know that you are still here for me. I thought you might have left me for someone better.
He laughed, and that laughter set her at ease. An assasin at ease is easy to kill, but she trusted him, particularly after last night. He had made her feel an emotion, a....lust that she had never felt before. Not in all of her years. Until recently all that brought her pleasure was to kill. But now...simply being with this man made her feel happiness, an emotion that had escaped her for many years. As she sat there, enjoying the feeling of him stroking her hair and planting kisses all over her face, she began to wonder, what next? Where would she go? She didn't want to leave Jesse, both he and her would regret that decision. She had never felt so attached to something, or in this case someone, in all her life. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 11:19:18 GMT -8
The deep, romantic tones of his voice and the passion which he kissed her told her that he did truly love her. As he said those three, magic words, she felt blood rushing to her face, and she was blushing a deep crimson. She didn't need to think before she said her next wordsI... I love you tooAs they kissed again, her hand kept stroking his hair, and she eventually found it resting on his shoulder. When she unlocked the latch holding his chest plate to his body, he turned a deep crimson before she slid off the armor, revealing his projectile-resistant vest. It clung to his skin, revealing his well-toned chest. He picked her up and carried her into his bedroom, while still kissing her. And as he layed her out on his bed, she realized that her emotions were at a high, something she never thought possible.***Early Morning:Nar Shaddaa time
As Selena awoke from her slumber, she felt another presence by her side. She turned around to see Steele facing her. She began to kiss him passionately, with her arms exploring his chest, and stroking his disheveled hair. She allowed herself to bend to his body, eventually fitting it like a sleeve.
Mmmmm... it is nice to know that you are still here for me. I thought you might have left me for someone better.
He laughed, and that laughter set her at ease. An assasin at ease is easy to kill, but she trusted him, particularly after last night. He had made her feel an emotion, a....lust that she had never felt before. Not in all of her years. Until recently all that brought her pleasure was to kill. But now...simply being with this man made her feel happiness, an emotion that had escaped her for many years. As she sat there, enjoying the feeling of him stroking her hair and planting kisses all over her face, she began to wonder, what next? Where would she go? She didn't want to leave Jesse, both he and her would regret that decision. She had never felt so attached to something, or in this case someone, in all her life. **1 hour later** After they finally got out of bed and got dressed, they were sitting at a table, eating breakfast. Jesse had just finished his meal, and had gotten up to get some water, and a cigar. As he lit it, Selena tossed the hair out of her face, making her look like a goddess for an instant. As he gathered his various belts of ammo, piling them up into the corner of the room, he suddenly realized that they couldn't stay here forever. They had to earn a living somehow, and sitting around here clearly wasn't going to do the trick. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and mixed some spice into it. It added a "little" kick, which was something he liked. He sat down on the chair across from Vizla, she leaned over and kissed him. They held their heads together for a few seconds, and then pulled away. He then started drinking the spice infused whiskey. Soon, they both finished their respective drinks and food, before he finally spoke.So what now? Where do we go from here?She groaned in annoyance, before looking longingly at the bed, which was currently in a huge mess after last night, like the rest of the apartment.You know we can't just stay here. We've gotta earn a living, maybe buy a better apartment. He thought for a moment;We could travel the galaxy. See the sights, get a few jobs, steal some credits, see where that takes us. It'll be just you and me, but I'll have your back no matter what.She ran her hands through his hair, before he grabbed her, pulling her a few centimeters away from his face. They soon began kissing, and continued for a minute or two, before they finally pulled away, about out of breath. With that he put on his hat, holstered his gun, and grasped her hand, she barely had time to grab her rifle by the door, before they both exited into the street. |
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Post by Selena Vizla on Aug 14, 2017 18:38:37 GMT -8
This has got to be the hardest decision of our lives. She paused for dramatic effect. It's a matter that may dictate our fates. And here we are, two madly in love bounty hunters, to try and figure it out. Selena and Jesse stood in front of the area where they had parked their ships. Which one should we take? After a moment of thought, she ran up the ramp of her Kom'rk-class. Steele began to complain but after she pleaded with him for a few minutes, he finally relented, and they walked up the ramp of her ship. However, it was at this moment she realized that her ship didn't have a second bed, and hers was relatively small, and they both blushed thinking of what naughtiness would be done on the many nights they planned to spend abroad. It was at this moment, however, she realized they needed to name her ship. How about... Selena thought for a moment. I know! We'll call it the Starhunter. Jesse considered for a moment before nodding. He then proceeded to pin Selena against the front bulkhead, catching her off guard. He began to passionately kiss her for about 5 minutes before releasing her. She shook her head, strapped herself into the pilot's seat and he strapped himself into the seat next to hers, when she planted a quick kiss on his cheek before firing up the engines, flying off into the distance.
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