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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2015 18:19:22 GMT -8
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Lips pursed in thought, I nod to concede Madieke's point about the likelihood of either Atlantis or Andros welcoming the prospect of having the Sector Rangers or UPD watching over them; it is not difficult at all to observe how much the brothers prefer to avoid scrutiny, nor how circumspect they can be where fending off any attempts to peer past the veil of privacy they maintain between themselves and those they do not invite to step beyond it. Nor do I doubt that, as Madieke suggests, the twins have already made some arrangements where attempting to preserve the safety of those closest to them is concerned.
I can find little fault in Madieke's answer to Aerandir's question of what the more probable scenario is where the killer's motives are concerned, and appreciate that she does not endeavor to paint the reasons for her present course of action as founded on an absolute certainty of the investigation's interpretation of what has been learned thus far; it would seem, for now, that surveilling the criminal elements that have been identified by the UPD affords the best chance to catch the killer. The plan also gives me an idea for how we might best lend our aid, for if the killer is truly as skilled in the ways of the Force as the attack suggests, they may be a foe beyond the UPD and Sector Rangers. Not wanting to speak for Aerandir and his family should they have other thoughts on how best they might contribute to the investigation, I say to Madieke, "I think you're right, it does seem likely that the criminal element has a place in the killer's design. I'd like to help with the surveillance, unless you have other ideas about where I can be of use."
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on May 14, 2015 22:14:08 GMT -8
*The Calmcacil siblings consider the response, that they were pursuing the criminal angle first, though Ranger Aninh admits she wouldn't call it "the most likely scenario." Still, there is quite a good deal of solid reasoning in the angle, Aerandir having little room to argue the possibility. Could it be the completely wrong angle? Certainly. But with as little info as they seemingly had, they had to start somewhere; picking the criminal rivalry angle seemed like the simplest course to take.
Michelle's brows furrowed briefly at the mention of "O.C. players," before she quickly connected the acronym to "organized crime" and nodded, more to herself. When Serrin agrees that it seemed likely criminal rings were involved, she offered to help with surveillance. Michelle looked at her brother, who seemed contemplative on the outside, but on the inside she could sense the workings of his mind and his feelings on the matter, far more strongly than anyone else could due to their strong sibling bond.
In those thoughts, she could tell he was seeking the option where they could be the most effective, but keep Morgan the most safe. This was a little shocking to Michelle, and her eyebrows even flickered upward briefly in surprise. It was shocking not because he wasn't considering her own safety, no; she knew he had the utmost faith in her capabilities. But he normally did in Morgan as well, seeing as he allows Morgan to freely roam the jungles of Felucia on her own. Why was he so concerned now?
His eyes flicked over to her when she sensed his surprise and he gave her a little nudge through the Force, telling her not to worry about it for now, and she could ask him later if she really wanted to know why. Then he looked up at the Ranger and said,* "Well, the three of us," *he indicated himself and his sister and daughter,* "are a team. Wherever you think we can be of best use, we're up for it."
*For all his apparent worry for Morgan's safety, that sure was a noncommittal answer, Michelle thought, though on the outside she only nodded curtly to reaffirm his words. She'd find out later why he was worried about it...*
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on May 14, 2015 22:34:17 GMT -8
*More information to memorize... and review on the datapad later. Two main criminal competitors, one led by a Rodian, the other by a Hutt... Morgan made a retching gesture with her tongue at the mention of Hutts; one had sent the bounty hunter to attack and capture her mama Kory, after all, and the entire experience had been near-traumatizing for Morgan, who witnessed the capture right in front of her. She didn't know what became of the Hutt that took her, but Morgan didn't want to see any Hutts ever because of that...
More hypotheses. The killer may have been after one of the Vyridian brothers themselves? Maybe... Ugh, there were so many possibilities, it was almost starting to hurt her head. This investigation could take forever! And she hoped it wouldn't... She really should have thought this through more, because she hated being away from Felucia for extended periods of time...
Finally, the angle being pursued first was revealed to be the criminal rivalry angle, and that sure made sense. Master Roma offered to be part of surveillance, then her daddy indicated herself, Michelle, and himself as a single team, that they were up for wherever they would be of most use. Suddenly she wondered how she was being perceived by the Ranger, if she was seen as small and helpless, attached to a Jedi Master who was exaggerating for her sake, or if she knew enough about Jedi to not doubt even the smallest ones... if the former, and that could potentially harm their use in the investigation...*
"Miss," *she piped up calmly and somewhat meekly,* "you don't have to worry about me. I'm very skillful, and can protect myself, but if there's something my daddy and aunt can do that I can't, I can stay out of the way! I won't hold you back. Promise." *Her voice had risen in confidence and her emerald eyes sparkled in earnest as she spoke, looking with intent upon the sector ranger. She didn't want anyone to doubt her, but she also wanted to assure them that she knew what was and wasn't beyond her; she had no intention of being a hindrance to the investigation.*
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 19:13:15 GMT -8
Ranging. Arise.
Terse at times to a fault, Madieke tells Morgan, "Not worried," in a manner of fact tone that leaves little doubt that she means what she says, and even almost but not quite smiles to try and convey that her succinct reply is not dismissive, merely as straightforward as she tends to express herself most often. Having worked with Jedi, ranging in rank from Padawans to Masters, in the past, Madieke knows enough about the level of training even a Jedi as young as Morgan is likely to have gone through, and so truly harbors no doubt that she can handle herself in the field; the fact that Master Calmcacil will be keeping her close only serving to cement Madieke's confidence that she'll need to worry no more about Morgan than she would any other member of the investigative team.
Reaching up with her right hand to run the back of her neck, Madieke considers the Jedi's suggestions as to where they'd like to contribute, ultimately deciding that Master Roma's idea about lending the surveillance teams a hand is probably the way to go for now. Having seen the killer's handiwork at Sike's estate, and knowing how quickly he or she had been able to achieve their goal, Madieke knows that if an opportunity to try and apprehend the killer does arise, having a Jedi, or three, on hand will increase the odds of a successful capture. "Surveillance details are already arranged for today and tonight, Madieke explains, moving on to say, Starting tomorrow we'll add you all to the rotations for the evening shift. Considering the more likely targets to be Sike's lieutenants, with the killer's M.O. suggesting the evening being their preferred operating time, Madieke looks at Master Roma and says, I'll put you on the team watching Arezou, then shifts her gaze to Master Calmcacil and says, You three will be with the team watching Klivian. Including everyone, Madieke instructs them, Anything happens, comm me before you take any action, and I'll call the play, arrange for backup, and so on, savvy? Reaching into a pocket, Madieke takes out a pair of cards with her name and comm frequency on them and slides them across the table as she asks, Any other questions?"
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2015 18:52:25 GMT -8
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Nodding when Madieke says that I am to join the team that will be surveilling one of Sike's lieutenants, I take my datapad from its pouch on my hip and input the Sector Ranger's comm frequency into my list of contacts while shaking my head to indicate that I have no further questions at this time. I can use the time between now and when I join the surveillance team to familiarize myself with any information that is known about Arezou and her location to be as prepared as possible.
Waiting to see if Aerandir or the others have any questions for Madieke, I open a file on my datapad and make a few notes about all that we have learned during the course of the briefing so that I can review it later to see if any new patterns emerge; though I harbor little illusion that I might discover any pieces that have been overlooked given how thorough the investigators appear to have been considering how careful the killer has been to conceal their identity and ultimate purpose.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on May 19, 2015 21:08:01 GMT -8
*Morgan had stolen the attention of both of the siblings when she had spoken up of her own accord, calmly speaking assurance to Ranger Aninh that she wouldn't be a hindrance to the mission, that she was capable, knew her limits, and wouldn't interfere and retreat when she knew something was above her. Aerandir was a little surprised she felt it necessary to bring that up, seeing as Ranger Aninh was clearly familiar with Jedi, though perhaps Morgan realized she must have seemed much younger and inexperienced than she really was due to her small size.
Ranger Aninh, it seemed, did not doubt her, and while her response was brief, it seemed sincere; and was that almost a smile? Aerandir gave a genuine small smile himself, glad the ranger had faith in his daughter, then listened as the ranger assigned them to their positions for the next night's surveillance shift before giving them cards with her name and frequency on them. Aerandir followed Serrin's example and entered the frequency into his own datapad, first nodding to indicate he understood her instruction to contact her first, then shook his head when asked if they had any more questions.*
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on May 19, 2015 21:39:56 GMT -8
*Morgan was actually slightly taken aback by the abrupt response, but it seemed the woman was honest in her trust in Morgan, and for a moment she almost seemed a little friendly. It was brief, but that was all Morgan needed to hear, allowing her to relax. Perhaps she had experience with Jedi and knew that Jedi children were capable; that would make a lot of sense. But still, the fact that she was young, and a lot smaller than someone her age would normally be, couldn't help but cause her to worry about others' perceptions of her abilities. She was glad to know the ranger had full sincere faith in her.
So they were given their assignments; apparently today they had the day off, and tomorrow night they would be part of the evening surveillance team. Alright, so they could prepare, and Morgan could look over the notes and study them thoroughly. That was good; she didn't feel completely prepared just yet. Plus, there was that pool party as well she was looking forward to, but she could worry about that later...*
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2015 18:53:54 GMT -8
Silence. Traction.
Gathering from the silence that greets her question about whether anyone has any additional questions that there are no further questions, Madieke raps her knuckles lightly on the table as she stands, "See you all back here tomorrow night then. Any of the teams have anything to report from today, we can go over it before you all head out to stake out your targets. Adjusting her shoulder holster and suit coat, Madieke glances at the wall chrono as she adds, Feel free to use the room, go over any of the reports from the investigation so far if you want. Nodding a farewell, Madieke says, Tomorrow," and then heads from the room, making her way to the roof's landing pads.
Lighting a cigarette as she steps outside and begins to stride towards her air speeder, Madieke checks her datapad and comlink to see if Nuala or any of the other surveillance teams have checked in or sent any updates, frowning when she sees nothing has come in. Leaning against the side of her air speeder, Madieke looks up at the sky and blows a stream of bluish smoke into the gray mist, reminding herself that she should remember from past cases that feeling like the investigation has yet to gain traction is par for the course; unlike in the holovids, most cases are 95% feeling lost or bored while trying to gather all the facts and assemble them into an order that points in the right direction, and then usually a few minutes of frantic, chaotic action when the perp is finally confronted. With any luck, the theory that the next target is one of the skels being watched will pan out, Madieke tells herself as she drops her cigarette and grinds it out beneath her shoe, and the one of teams doing the watching will be able to move in before the killer can claim another victim or get away. Dropping into the driver's seat, Madieke pulls her air speeder's door closed, navigating her way through the mist enshrouded streets moments later as she heads out to join her surveillance team.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2015 20:59:40 GMT -8
Neassa's observation of the club during the day will reveal that the Hutt's security team changes shifts at 08:00, six new members replacing those that had been on duty during the evening. As before, two members of the detail remain on the ground floor of the club while the other four stay with or near Strilath on the upper floor at all times. Aside from the comings and goings of a delivery van dropping off a shipment of alcohol for the club and a cleaning crew that prepares the club for business in the evening, little of note will occur throughout the remainder of the day, Strilath taking no meetings and not leaving the club or his upper floor apartments on this particular day.
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The surveillance teams watching Arezou and Klivian will each have one possible event of note transpiring during their shifts, the normal security details of both each being joined by a pair of new arrivals. Two of the new arrivals are easily identified, should the UPD or Sector Rangers manage to capture images of the humanoid males that are then run through the channels available to law enforcement agencies: Riyec Zaine and Jorg Hennis. Zaine, an Umgul native, is ex-military, having retired and entered the private sector as a member of a personal security agency long-suspected of providing its services to anyone who can meet its price regardless of which side of the law they stand on. Zaine's criminal record is, however, clean, as is his military record. Hennis, who served in law enforcement for several years before entering the personal security field, has an equally spotless record, though there are rumors that he was suspected of accepting bribes in exchange for information about law enforcement operations from criminal organizations. The other two new arrivals, a tall, dark skinned male that joins Klivian's security team, and a small framed, delicate looking light skinned female of indeterminate origin that joins Arezou's security team, are unable to be identified even if the surveillance teams manage to capture images of them; neither the man or woman showing up in military or law enforcement records of any kind.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2015 6:26:27 GMT -8
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Smiling as I nod a farewell, I tell Madieke, "Tomorrow it is. Thank you for your time and the opportunity to work with you, Ranger Aninh. Standing after the Sector Ranger has left, I put my hands at the small of my back and arch my neck and back to stretch them out, looking for a moment in silence at the board the investigators have assembled thus far afterwards. Tchun, my left lekku, coils to drop behind my back and then swishes to curl around the outside of my hip as I look from the board to the Calmcacils and smile as I ask, Shall we make our way to the pool party then?" Unable to keep from laughing briefly at the juxtaposition of a pool party and the grim business of the briefing we are leaving to attend it, I lift a hand to rub the thin ridge of muscle over my right eye while walking from the briefing room.
I don't know Aerandir, or his family, well enough to know whether they prefer to contemplate matters in silence or to brainstorm things aloud, and so choose to keep quiet as we make our way to our vehicle and then begin the trip to where the party is being held. . .
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 18:49:23 GMT -8
Starport
An elderly human male enters the starport restrooms after passing through customs, and is never seen or heard from again.
The old man's spouse waits twenty minutes before becoming worried enough to find a member of the starport's security staff to check on her spouse, and after the member of security returns without having found her spouse in the restroom, assures him, just as she will assure members of Umgul's Police department later when they are contacted, that she had been watching the restroom's exit the entire time she had been waiting for her spouse, and would not have missed him leaving any more than he would have failed to find her waiting for him where she had agreed to be waiting.
The starport's security staff are, at first, sure that the old woman's fears are unfounded, that the whole thing is a matter of the couple missing one another in the bustling starport, and reassure the woman that they will probably find her spouse is looking for her just as frantically as she is looking for him. Only when the missing spouse does not turn up after being repeatedly paged to come to the central information area is the UPD is contacted, and detectives from the missing persons unit are assigned to the case. The detectives will never solve the case, nor will the old man ever be found; one of those odd cases where a being appears to simply vanish without a trace for no reason that can be discovered.
It was not, in fact, the old man at all that entered the restroom, but a female Clawdite named Anila Kori that had taken on the old man's face after killing him on Balmorra, and disposing of his corpse with a disintegrator ray. Anila needed a way to get to Umgul undetected, and the old man, traveling to Umgul, provided the means to do so; his identity easily borrowed along with his perfectly legitimate personal documents, and as easily discarded once their purpose has been served. Leaving the restrooms with a new face, Anila was free to move about Umgul, her first destination the floral shop where she was to meet with those that have contracted her on behalf of a mysterious third party.
The Vilhjalmssons provide Anila with a new identity, along with the matching documents, to be used as needed on Umgul, and also with a safe house and airspeeder to use, instructing the Clawdite to make her way to the house and await their next communication. Once Anila has departed, the Vilhjalmssons contact Helaine via a cleverly encrypted holonet message that looks like a simple sales notification to inform her that the Clawdite has arrived, and ask that she inform them of where and when she would like to meet with the Clawdite.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 15:26:46 GMT -8
"Your move," Lyov tells Helaine in the private language of their own invention, and then leans back in his chair to study the dejarik board as he waits for the Zeltron to make her next play.
Helaine sets her datapad down to briefly scan the holographic pieces on the board before moving her Ghhhk with a casual air, and then returns her attention to the article she had been reading on her datapad about the various public and governmental agency reactions to the ongoing investigation into murders allegedly committed by Andros Vyridian.
Lyov had anticipated Helaine's choice to move the Ghhhk as one of the seven possible moves the Zeltron would make, and though he has already planned his countermove merely continues to look at the current disposition of holographic pieces remaining on the board as though deciding how to respond to the move. In his mind, Lyov studies a different board, the one exiting solely in his head upon which he plays an entirely different game. Coming under suspicion at the current stage of his plans for Umgul had not been among the possibilities that Lyov had considered in his initial plans, but having now had the time to recover from his frustration, he sees no reason that he need alter his overall strategy in any profound way. He will simply have to take greater pains to conceal his and Helaine's roles going forward, and to accept that infiltrating the circle of the Mist Order is almost certainly now an impossibility. The Clawdite's arrival grants him another piece to move about the board along with the Mandalorian, and through them Lyov plans to gain yet more pieces to put into play. As for the Mist Order, Lyov has begun to consider alternate ways to neutralize their ability to thwart his plans. As providence would have it, the Mist Order may make it far easier to attack them indirectly than Lyov had thought when first turning his mind to the task. Knowing one's enemy is often a means to learning how best to handle them, and Lyov had found it frustrating at first to learn that so little of the members of the Mist Order was known publicly, or even through accessing those channels that opened to him as he began to gain the trust of members of the press, the UPD, UDF, and of other governmental figures. Lyov has begun to think that such pervasive secrecy, while offering the Mist Order a certain protection, can also be turned against them. It is simply a matter of selecting the most opportune moment to make a move capitalizing on the secrecy that is considered by his opponents a strength, and revealing it to be a profound weakness.
Reaching out to move his Ng'ok, Lyov says in their private language, "Meet with the Clawdite. Have her eliminate the Hutt publicly while assuming the guise of Vyridian. Make sure she uses the same lightsaber you used. Have the Mandalorian positioned to aid in her escape if necessary. And find a way to let Doran know that he should publish his story two days afterwards."
Helaine smiles, pleased that things will be moving forward rather than being placed on hold. "I assume, she says in their private language, I should also arrange for the Weequay to meet with our dear Vice Governor not long afterwards? When Lyov nods his assent, Helaine takes a moment to send a message to the florists, encrypted within an order for a floral arrangement, with the instructions for the Clawdite to meet with her the following afternoon in one of the private dining rooms at a local restaurant, and then says with exaggerated deference, Done, my Master," before reaching out to move her Molator.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 21:08:08 GMT -8
Anila has only just settled into what she assumes will be her home for the duration of her mysterious job here on Umgul when a message from the Vilhjalmssons arrives on her datapad. Reading the message, which has the time and place where she is to meet with her as yet unidentified employer, Anila feels the familiar commingling of curiosity, apprehension and excitement that accompanies the beginning of any job well up inside of her. The Vilhjalmssons were able only to tell her that the job was expected to be a long term one, which suggests to Anila she will be tasked with some kind of infiltration, almost certainly involving her impersonating someone. Ideally she will learn the exact nature of her job at the upcoming meeting. After sending a reply to the Vilhjalmssons confirming she will be at the upcoming meeting, Anila continues settling into her temporary home.
Elsewhere in the city, UPD Detective Conall Nemes rubs his tapir like snout as he tells his partner, "Got a match on one of the new players. Jorg Hennis. Used to wear the badge before he went into the private sector. Kinda funny to find him here, huh? Grunting and bobbling his head from side to side a moment later after reading more of what information he has been able to find out about Hennis so far, the Rodian says, Then again, maybe not. A whiff or two in here that he may have accepted bribes for info, but nothing definitively incriminating. He has to know who he's working for now though, so I'm guessing he's not particular about which side of the fence he's helping shore up now anyway. I got bupkis on the little chick though, no hits on the facial databank thing. You hear anything useful on comms?"
UPD Detective Nazani Pakchoian, a curvy, olive complected Lorrdian with a head of unruly black chin length curls, shakes her head, "No name on the little chick if that's what you mean. Nothing much else either for that matter. Arezou almost certainly knows we're watching and listening though, so she may be handling things though other channels. I get the feeling this is going to be one uneventful stakeout, that's for sure. Send what you dug up on Hennis to Aninh, keep her looped in."
"Got it," Nemes tells his partner, reaching for his datapad to send in their latest report to the Sector Ranger leading the investigation.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2015 8:04:21 GMT -8
Affords. Not surprised.
The report from Nemes affords Madieke a welcome break from the monotony of her and her team's otherwise uneventful watch over Klivian's home. Glad to have something else to do for at least a few moments, Madieke reads over the report from the UPD Detective. After reading the report, Madieke decides to reach out to one of her Jedi contacts, hoping that the Jedi Knight she had worked with in the past might have better luck identifying the unknown players that have appeared than the UPD or any of Madieke's law enforcement or military contacts had. After sending the holoimages and other information to her Jedi contact, Madieke comms the surveillance teams watching over Strilath's club and the run down hotel Denive runs his small outfit in Furgan from to see if they have seen or heard anything useful during their surveillance so far.
Comming Nuala after finished with getting reports from the other surveillance teams, Madieke is not surprised when the Kuati reports that her surveillance of Entin and Orlov has, just like the other teams so far, yielded absolutely nothing of investigative value yet. After filling Nuala in on the fact that the visiting Jedi will be joining some of the surveillance teams tomorrow, Madieke glances at her watch to see how much longer she has until the team taking over for the night shift arrives, and then settles into her seat more comfortably to get back to watching the big nothing happening on the surveillance van's monitors.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 7:14:56 GMT -8
Ranger Aninh's Jedi contact is able to provide her with the identity of the small framed, delicate looking, light skinned female that had joined Arezou's security team, leaving only the tall, dark skinned male that had joined Klivian's security team unidentified. The female, Nirea DeCrion, was at one time a Jedi Padawan, making it a relatively straightforward matter for the Sector Ranger's Jedi contact to identify her. DeCrion, a Zelosian trained at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant from the age of four until she was twenty, had left the Jedi Order after being assigned to the AgriCorps after failing to pass her Trials. Rather than accept her reassignment to the AgriCorps, the Zelosian had instead left the Jedi Order, departing afterwards for parts unknown until now. While Ranger Aninh's contact within the Jedi Order has no information concerning what DeCrion had done in the six years since her departure from the Jedi Order, the fact that she has surfaced now providing security for a suspected high ranking criminal associate makes it reasonable to assume that the Zelosian has put her training and Force abilities to far different, and far less savory uses than the Jedi Order intended.
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Post by Zane Shadolen on Jan 15, 2016 11:05:49 GMT -8
Furgan Medical Center - Courtyard*It had been a struggle, a war all of its own, that Zane had been fighting all of this time. The battle within himself raged on. He continued to progress in his healing, although the process was slow. He allowed Ashla to aid him where She willed, rather than drawing on her as some of the less-disciplined of the Order might be prone to do. The young Varonati spent his mornings in meditation, much like today, as he sat in the light-framed wheelchair made of plasteel and looked out from the veranda at the courtyard below. Rehabilitation was scheduled in midday, and Zane was achieving new milestones almost daily, it seemed. He was standing unassisted, walking without the aide of crutches or guard rails for several steps, and was even able to practice his Form Zero training to some extent. Most of what he did was along the lines of stretches, increasing his flexibility; multiple levels of calisthenics. Over the past weeks, he had required the aide of the nurses to help him test his limits. Nurses Mathania and Sabatina were most-helpful in that regard. His muscles, being atrophied to an extensive degree, required proper rebuilding. In recent days, he had overcome most of the atrophy. His physicians were somewhat-surprised by his progress, although, they had seen Jedi recover much more-quickly.*
*Zane could only offer the answer that it was "Ashla's Will" that he recover as naturally as possible. He felt as though that time would soon be coming to a close, though. Although the galaxy was far different than when he had left it prior to his crash landing on Umgul, the sense of urgency to return to it was becoming stronger every day. Even in this morning's meditations, the young, auburn-haired Jedi felt compelled to try a little harder. No, it was a bit more than that. He felt the draw of the Force; could see it in his mind's eye, swirling around him.*...He stepped out of the chair...*
*Walking down the stairs into the courtyard, his feet drew him to a nice, open place within the courtyard. Shedding his outer robe and letting it fall to the ground, he settled into his stance. He felt the Force imbue him, his muscles infused with Ashla's strength and bearing.*
*And then, he began.*
*Moving through the primary forms of Teräs Käsi, the Jedi opened his mind to the world around him. His eyes were shut, but he saw as the universe saw. Felt as the galaxy would feel. It was a whole other world, and it was all too familiar to him.*
*He struck. An open palm to one side, and then maneuvered immediately to an adjacent space to his "shadow enemy's" right. His bare feet felt every granule of the duracrete beneath him as he rose his leg up to strike in a high/mid/low series of kicks. Then a leap to the adjacent space behind the "enemy's" back, and another rapid heel-palm strike to the "midsection".*
*He followed through several more times, never opening his eyes; for he could see well without them. And with every movement, his connection with the Force grew stronger. It ebbed and weaved through his being, and he began to lose himself to it. He saw outside of himself. Watched through the Force as his body wove through the air like a needle through thread. Every movement, precise. Every step, light as air.**His perception of himself was color in a dreary world. Flashing, burning brilliant blue as his form continued its function.*His body began to move faster, more-determined with every step. Muscles rippled with every strike, air swirled with every kick; his body reacted, his mind was clear. Palm-strike, mid; pommel-strike, ground. Zane's fist came mere millimeters from the duracrete, but the air displacement swirled dust and wind away from the ground itself. Faster, he thought. It was the fleeting suggestion in his mind that carried his body forward. Movement, flow, strike, brace, block, counter.*
*Faster.*
*His body continued to react instinctively. Years of arduous practice, returning to him like a geyser bursting forth from memory. Within the Force, he began to push his presence outward. His aura pulsing, being seen throughout the world for what it was; remarking the return of one of Ashla's adjutants from the ashes. His final series of strikes were upon him now; a sweeping flourish, followed by an elbow-strike, then pivoting into a reverse-roundhouse. Each move, barely-seen as his Force-imbued body took on the aspect of quickness and speed. Finally, a combination of a flurry of punches, a driving knee, the corresponding midsection kick, followed by another reverse-roundhouse to high kick; then spinning downward with momentum to a single-handstand with a three-quarter turn into a sweeping kapoeira kick back to full-handstand. The following somersault planted him back onto his feet, where he then centered into his final stance, hands folded in honor in front of him.*
*Shortly after the display, he then settled into his meditative stance. Kneeling on the ground, he surrendered himself to the Force, allowing the light of Ashla to envelop him there.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 20:16:10 GMT -8
Helaine, having arrived at the restaurant she had arranged to meet with the Clawdite earlier than the arranged time, settles into the private dining room to await the changeling's arrival. The time will allow Helaine, who had arrived garbed in a fashionable hooded shawl chosen for the ease with which she can adjust the memories of any of those who have seen she does not wish to remember her, to subtly, carefully, and thoroughly alter the memories of the hostess, guests, and servers in the restaurant when she arrived so that they remember a tall, cloaked, masculine figure. Once her task has been completed, Helaine regathers her mental strength so that she will be able to easily adopt the guise she will wear when meeting the Clawdite, for her and Lyov's plans require that the changeling believe it is Andros Vyridian who will be directing her actions.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 5:57:03 GMT -8
Nebulosity
Choosing a nondescript, humanoid male form of indeterminate age to adopt for her meeting with her mysterious employer, Anila also garbs herself in equally unremarkable clothing appropriate for the cool, misty weather Umgul is known for before she sets out for Nebulosity, the restaurant where the meeting with her employer is to take place. The Clawdite is not concerned that her chosen form may be considered unimposing, for it is the very fact that her appearance is not particularly imposing or remarkable in any way, and is therefore not likely to attract any attention, which she has chosen it for.
Stepping from the dense clouds of thick fog obscuring the city outside, Anila enters Nebulosity and, as she waits to be greeted, casually scans the interior of the upscale restaurant to take note of where the exits are located, as well as to determine whether anything, or anyone, inside appears out place. Once addressed by the host or hostess, Anila informs them that she is here to meet with her party in one of the private dining rooms.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 6:19:17 GMT -8
Furgan Medical Center - Courtyard. . .Shortly after the display, he then settled into his meditative stance. Kneeling on the ground, he surrendered himself to the Force, allowing the light of Ashla to envelop him there.
Shaking her head as though rousing from a daydream, when, his routine having ended, the Jedi kneels and appears to begin meditating, Sabatina sips the last of her stim-caf and, after pausing while considering speaking to the Jedi to offer him congratulations on his recovery thusfar only to decide he would probably prefer to be left to his meditation, turns to make her way from the courtyard towards the nearby Monorail station. . .
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 18:10:28 GMT -8
The Clawdite will be led by the hostess to the private dining room where Helaine, using her command of the Force to alter her image so that she will appear as a masculine, cloaked and hooded figure, sits waiting in a chair facing the room's only entrance. Once the changeling has been seated, and the hostess has left after taking their drink orders, Helaine lowers the hood of her cloak to reveal the face of Umgul's Vice Governor. With no preamble whatsoever, Helaine scowls and slides a datacard across the table towards the Clawdite while growling in the voice of Andros Vyridian, "Your target is Strilath the Hutt. That datacard has the schematic for the Hutt's club, his residence located above the club, details about his security, and so on. I want you to take the Hutt out in his club during its operating hours. I want the killing to be public, I want you to make sure that as many patrons as possible witness the killing, though I want no harm to come to any of the patrons themselves. And, Helaine takes the same lightsaber she used when killing Tok'la Sike, places it on the table and slides it across to the Clawdite, I want you to use that while using your shape changing ability to look like, she lifts her hands to either side of the face she wears, the face of Andros Vyridian, me."
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