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Novania
Feb 26, 2013 22:48:13 GMT -8
Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 22:48:13 GMT -8
*Novania was a city on Arkania that contained a large spaceport.*
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Romulus Aran
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Novania
Sept 20, 2013 10:22:22 GMT -8
Post by Romulus Aran on Sept 20, 2013 10:22:22 GMT -8
It was late in the evening when Airspeeders could be seen flying through the city, announcing citizens to check their Viewscreens: The Prime Minister was about to make an important announcement: Arkania was now a part of the Iridonian Empire.
The Grey Unending shot through the sky, outstripping the far-inferior Airspeeders. Romulus wasn't particularly looking forward to this homecoming, but he knew it was one he'd have to make. He landed the Grey Unending in an empty hanger bay, and told Serina to stay with the ship before going out into the streets of Novania.
Despite it being late in the evening, the streets of Novania were still packed. Expected of a large spaceport, though. As Romulus made his way through the crowd the feeling of squishing against strangers, the smell of his hometown, and the pure familiarity of it all was comforting to Romulus. Made him forget for a while that he was a powerful and feared Sith Lord in a powerful and growing Empire. It was peaceful. Bliss, almost.
Romulus walked on, relying almost entirely on muscle memory and habit. As he passed a club, he stopped to take a look. It was the same club from his childhood. He could never enter it in the past: the bouncers were too big and mean. But now...
Romulus walked over. As usual, the club had a long line of people queuing to enter. But Romulus went straight for the entrance. He cut into the woman up front who was trying to show the big beefy bouncer her cleavage, and she gasped as Romulus pushed into her. She began to protest, but then Romulus looked into her eyes and sent a telepathic Force nudge into her mind, rendering her speechless and dazed for a while. He then turned back to see the bouncer growling. But before the bouncer could do anything, Romulus pushed his robe to one side and watched as the bouncer's eyes fell upon his lightsaber hilt. The mean expression on the bouncer remained, but he stepped aside and said nothing as Romulus walked in.
Romulus looked around the club. How many years had it taken him to be able to enter this place? He had been in bars before, and this was not very different from the rest. There was a dance floor, where majority of the clubbers had gathered. On one side of the club, an array of huge telescreens showed matches of podracing, nuna-ball, and some others Romulus could not place. On the other side were a bunch of tables where clubbers would gather to gamble in games. But Romulus headed straight for the Bar. He reached the bar and with the Force, he made a bartender attend to him; he knew that waiting for him to come would be too long. Rom ordered an Ithorian Mist, which came quickly. He gulped it down and watched the dancers on the dance floor. Suddenly, a female dancer dropped out and walked over towards him. Rom assessed her: young human maybe in her mid-twenties, ash-green hair, a seductive and well-endowed body wearing a tight fitting black outfit. She was attractive.
She came over to sit beside Romulus and the two soon began talking. Inconsequential stuff, like the various other clubbers, and each other's names. Her name was Vryl. Romulus introduced himself as Remus. Hardly anyone would use their real name in a place like this. All too soon, Vryl leaned over and whispered into Romulus' ear that they ought to go elsewehere more... quieter. Romulus smiled, and whispered back... "Why wait?"
Ten minutes later, Romulus lifted a half-unconscious Vryl off the ground and put her dress back into a decent position. Romulus placed her onto what used to his seat, and gave her a kiss on the lips before saying goodbye and disappearing into the crowd of drunken clubbers, just as Vryl fell asleep.
Vryl would come to the next morning, in the exact same position she was the night before. She wouldn't remember the face of the man she had gone wild with, but would instead never forget that it was one of the most wonderful nights of her life ever.
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Romulus Aran
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Novania
Sept 20, 2013 10:51:52 GMT -8
Post by Romulus Aran on Sept 20, 2013 10:51:52 GMT -8
Romulus exited the club, feeling more relaxed than when he'd entered, and walked off. Night had fallen, but the streets of Novania remained full of life. But where Romulus was headed, he knew it wouldn't be so lively. He took a corner around a closed bakery, and went down into the alley. The sounds of Novania's nightlife faded as Romulus walked deeper in. He finally stopped in front of a dirty door embedded into the side of the alleyway wall.
This was where I was brought up. Uncle Poseidon raised me here as a child...
That was when Romulus realized he was talking to himself. Sheepish, he looked around, but there was no one in earshot. Romulus then stepped forward and tried the door. It was locked. But nothing remains locked for long in front of a Sith Lord. With the Force, Romulus unlocked the door and stepped into the small apartment.
The smell of dust and emptiness hit Romulus as he entered. He looked around. He couldn't sense the presence of anyone having lived here ever since he had left. Poseidon supposedly stayed for a few years after Romulus left for Coruscant, but he never knew for how long. This used to be home. Now? Romulus was unsure. He stood by the doorway for a while longer, before he closed the door, relocked it, and headed for the spaceport. In 20mins, he had returned to the Grey Unending, where it lifted up into the air and headed back for the Phoenix Song up in Arkania's orbit.
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Essence
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Novania
Oct 18, 2013 7:09:01 GMT -8
Post by Essence on Oct 18, 2013 7:09:01 GMT -8
Passing up Kanti, Essence landed his Twintail in the uppermost hangar of Novania's spaceport, the largest on planet. Putting on cold gear, he wrapped his antigravity belt on, slung his standard armament and walked out of the spaceport into the city streets. The frigid airs hit his thermo-coat, but Essence stayed insulated in his multiple layers. As his coattails whipped behind his stride, he wrapped himself further in as the icy chill began to permeate through and sting his bones. As he walked into the cantina while the blizzard picked up, Essence sat down and ordered a succulent Endorian chicken pot pie, sided with protato wedges as an appetizer, as well as nerf cubes and Gonzo yellow cheese as a complementary side to his main dish.
After about seven minutes, the food arrived from the WA-7 droid that serviced his table. Essence ate heartily and to his heart's content; this was the life – complete warmth in a heated room to provide temporary shelter from the ice tempest outside. Midway through, he ordered a hoi-broth to quell the heartburn he felt rising within. Not exactly the best potpie he had, but it was still satisfying in this type of weather.
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Novania
Jul 21, 2017 9:47:59 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 21, 2017 9:47:59 GMT -8
A cloud of gunships and vehicle transports descended upon Novania, a major spaceport city upon Arkania. The soldiers, attached to the orbiting fleet, numbering around ten thousand strong, descended and disembarked at the spaceport. The moment they landed, a vicious firefight began between spaceport security and Arkanian military against the First Order troopers. Imperial Knights led the charge down corridors and large hallways, clashing with enemies at major junctures and defensive locations through the spaceport city. Yet the precision and discipline of the First Order would ensure rapid progress as the Stormtroopers pressed forward, isolating pockets of resistance and forcing them to surrender hopelessly. The commanding officer believed that, by sundown, Novania would be flying the Imperial banner...
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Novania
Jul 24, 2017 19:07:45 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 24, 2017 19:07:45 GMT -8
By sundown, Novania had the Imperial banners flying over its buildings. Within the main plaza, Stormtroopers gathered the defeated Security troopers of the Free Republic of Arkania. Novania was not the capital, but it was still a vital capture. With it secured, more ships began to land as the occupation of Arkania and its annexation into the First Order commenced. Word was sent to Viox Savage and the Supreme Commander of the achievement made at Novania.
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Jul 22, 2018 16:14:37 GMT -8
Aret sat hunkered inside of the hyperdrive compartment on the YT transport staring intently at the conundrum before him. To give the ship, a model number would be a disservice to the countless mods the owner put on it. It started off as a 1200, got parts from a 1300, a 1000, and the hyperdrive was out of an Imperial Lambda which was throwing him off.
Hey Kata
Yo?!
Can you slide my toolbox my way?
Kata was in another room working on cleaning up some wiring fixes. She rolled her eyes at her brother's question and continued working. Reaching out through the Force, she picked up his toolbox and floated it over to him. She kept hold of it as he grabbed it and struggled to gain control of it. Hey!
What do you say? She said with a smirk as the finished wrapping the wires in tape and mounting the panel back up.
Oh, my goddess… Thank you! He shouted as he went to work on the drive, having gained control of the tools from his sister.
Kata moved to another panel and removed it, clearing out the dirt and debris from among the wires and chips. She hovered her hand over the open panel and pulled all of the dust into a small ball that she floated over to a trash bin. Putting the panel back on, she continued around the ship in a similar fashion repairing wires, cleaning, and replacing any broken LEDs with her multitool.
Aret poked his head out of the hole and looked around before shouting. Hey Kata, would you mind firing her up and seeing if anything lights up that shouldn’t? I think I got it figured out.
Yeah, one second. She set the panel down and walked into the cockpit. It was still a mess in there. Panels were pulled off and wires dangled from the ceiling. Buttons were missing, and several screens had yet to be replaced. The seats were torn up from being overused by someone who was too big and heavy for them; long strips of tape were all that was preventing the stuffing from gushing out everywhere. She sat down in the seat and powered on the ship. She grabbed the large datapad they had wired into the console to give them a full diagnostic of the ship's systems. Engines offline, life-support offline, hyperdrive standby.
Hey, it says it’s on standby! She shouted from the cockpit
Awesome, thanks! You can kill it! He shouted back
Aret jumped back down into his hole and started replacing panels as everything powered down around him again.
Kata returned to her panel and got back to her task.
The two had been working hard at getting this ship ready for their client. It had been in their possession for two days, and in that time, they had removed old, broken equipment and sourced new parts. Some were coming from across the galaxy and should arrive in a day. They hoped to get the ship delivered by the end of the week, fully functional and ready to go. They hoped that it would be the last ship they had to work on before they could sell their shop and take to the stars. It’s all they wanted to do, this maintenance bay was just their stepping stone to get there.
Duna Customs flickered orange in the driving blizzard outside. The spaceport was still and quiet with only a few people moving about, shuffling under heavy coats through the thick drifts.
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Novania
Jul 28, 2018 21:48:30 GMT -8
Post by Huginn & Muninn on Jul 28, 2018 21:48:30 GMT -8
Aret ascended the ships loading ramp with a thermos of hot soup he had just made. Walking into the cockpit of the YT cruiser, he sat down in the co-pilot's chair and set the thermos on the console. Out of his cargo pants, he pulled out a pair of multi-tools, and two beers.
Don’t spill anything on my clean console. Kata was laying on the floor under the console of the pilot’s chair finishing up the wiring. One drop and it -
Yeah yeah, hurry up and come get some dinner. Aret interrupted her as he poured some into the lid and set it on the console in front of him.
One sec, I’m zipping up these cables.
It looks great up here sis; everything looks ready to go.
The crisp crack of a beer can being opened made Kata pause then speed up her work. Goddess, I could use a drink. Almost done.
Aret leaned back in the chair and drank some of the soup broth out of the thermos.
The two of them had been working relentlessly over the past week to get this ship finished for the client. At the same time, they were packing up their workshop and loading it onto their own work in progress, a YT-1K that was under its own heavy modifications, if only to keep it stable and supportive of life. Scrap parts from client builds adorned the hull inside and out. It had two backup hyperdrives, one out of a 1300, and one out of a Lambda. The one out of the old imperial shuttle operated as the primary drive system since it was faster, but it was still slower than most main drives by quite a bit.
Kata gripped the console from underneath and pulled herself out and up. With a hop, she sat into the pilot seat, reached over to the lid with soup, and grabbed a beer. She turned down the music she had going to keep her focused. Veggie and mystery meat?
Aret replied with a mouthful of the meat and veggies. The fun part is guessing which neighbor it was before the First Order no knock raided them and butchered them!
Kata rolled her eyes as she took a bite. Oh. My. Goddess you are obnoxious.
He smiled back at her and continued slurping out of the thermos. But for real, I will be ready to be off the forsaken ice ball and away from this weird government. They're cramping my style. He said as he scratched his chin in-between drinking the soup and drinking the beer
Plus - Kata retorted If they found out we're force users-
Aspiring Jedi Knights?
Yes. We would probably end up in someone else's soup.
He leaned over and poured some more soup into her lid; she smiled at him. He grunted in reply Yeah. We'll we will sell this little shop, take a tour of the galaxy and open up somewhere else. Maybe we can buy a better ship than this scrap heap.
Truth
The two of them had been on the planet for the past seven years working as mechanics and ship modders for various mining outfits looking to break into the vast fortunes trapped within the planet. Some miners came back with more money and newer ships; some never made it back at all. It kept the two of them well fed and warm, but they were restless and ready to leave the constant controlling watch of the First Order. Between constant patrols that only increased as of late, and the constant tax increases put the two of them in a bind. If they stayed, they would be stuck. Similarly, they were afraid to leave almost as much as staying.
With a buyer for the shop already lined up, they just needed to finish delivery of this last project and load up their ship. Anything that was considered paraphernalia by the First Order was locked away and hidden. Their hope was that they would be able to leave relatively unnoticed from the ever-watchful eye of the local government.
They nervously finished their meal before Aret gathered up and headed back out to clean up the mess from cooking. Kata returned to finish the wiring harnesses in the ship.
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Jul 29, 2018 21:55:52 GMT -8
Post by Huginn & Muninn on Jul 29, 2018 21:55:52 GMT -8
Kara and Aret watched their modified ship fly off and out of sight with a roar. Weeks of modding and tinkering led to a powerful ship that was good for moving all sorts of goods around the galaxy, legally and not as much. The sky was clear, but the snow was kicking up around them in the winds of the morning. Huddled in their coats, they closed the main hangar door and brushed off the powder. Wordlessly, the two of them began making things up in the cold hangar. The massive parkas made it difficult to move, but they cleaned up where they could.
Much of their equipment was already boxed up and ready to sell. All of their own personal belongings were already on their ship. The fridge was mostly bare, and the pantry was sparse. Their hope was to leave by morning when the sale finally went through. Both of them were ready to be off the frozen wastes and out from under the thumb of the First Order.
All day they packaged and moved boxes, and by that afternoon, they were loading gear onto hover carts as their buyer took off with the newly acquired goods.
Kata logged the transactions in the system and came up with a total tax due. She shook her head Aret, we hardly made anything off this sale. The Eff Oh is taking a good chunk of it in taxes.
He shrugged as he scrounged through the pantry for something to make. Yeah, well it was second-hand crap for us anyway. We just took care of it and made it look nice. How much are we losing off what we bought it all for?
She took a few moments to look over her notes. After tax? Like, fifty percent loss.
Damn. He got out some crackers, cheese, and mystery meat for the two of them to snack on. That’s a decent cut ain't it. She nodded, though he couldn’t hear her nod, he knew he did. Both of them sighed almost in unison as they contemplated their next steps. Hey sis, how much do you think we are going to make off all this once we're done?
Probably - Kata began looking through a couple of notebooks of scratched and scribbled notes, flipping the pages and coming up with a number. Honestly? We may be able to get enough to get a really nice, used Thirteen-hundred. Probably two if we wanted each our own?
Aret laughed as he stepped into the office she was working in. He set a plate of food by her and took a seat on the battered leather couch. We could each have our own shag wagons, eh?
She shot him an annoyed look and shook her head as he laughed. No, Aret, Jedi don’t Shag.
Kata put extra emphasis on that last part and sighed. She was looking over her notes and thinking about possible upgrades they could do for a used ship of that size. Aret shrugged and continued eating. Well, whatever it is we would do. But we could get a really nice one, used, get some new seats for it, spruce it up a little, and have some side money for fun and whatnot.
She didn’t look away from her screen More like food and supplies. We could run transportation gigs to keep money flowing and see what we could find about our heritage in the meantime.
He sat forward on his seat, plate still in hand. So, see the galaxy, get paid to travel, and become Jedi in the meantime?
That’s the hope.
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Novania
Aug 28, 2018 18:50:32 GMT -8
Post by Huginn & Muninn on Aug 28, 2018 18:50:32 GMT -8
Kata sat at her desk, staring at the holopad she had propped up, smiling as she spooned a bowl of warm oats bite by bite. Sitting in her underwear, she was much earlier to rise than her brother, as he was always later to go to bed. Someone had to keep watch.
The cold days outside were about to end for the two. Most of their goods have been sold and moved off. Their hangar was already sold, and they would be moving out in a few short hours. Kata was glad to be able to put the snow behind her for now.
Spoon hanging out of her mouth, she reached behind her and grabbed a button up shirt. Slipping it on one arm at a time. She was about to reach for her pants when the motion alarm went off
Kriff me. Aret!
She jumped into her pants, hopping down the hallway as she attempted to slip them up while yelling for her brother.
Aret! We have company!
He slid his door open, already dressed and awake. He began running for the ship.
We ready to move now?
Yeah, I loaded everything onboard this morning.
I’ll get her started up.
Aret headed for their ship, a beat up and barely functioning YT-1K. He was hoping to get the credit transfer for the hangar, so he could get a new ship before they headed out, but a new ship would have to wait.
Kata was clearing out the rest of the pantry, tossing the essentials into a duffel she threw over her shoulder. She made a quick pass in her brother's room, finding nothing, then back to her room. She pulled a few things off her desk, but everything else was packed and ready to go. Running on board the ship just as the knock came at the door.
Let’s move!
Aret opened the hangar door above them, and took off, Kata soon joining him in the cockpit. She looked at him and handed him a granola bar.
Knocks on the door this early are never a good thing.
No. But we won’t have to worry about the First Order any more after this.
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Novania
May 1, 2019 20:26:13 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 1, 2019 20:26:13 GMT -8
Renegade Industries, Headquarters.
Lionel, Thomas and Isabelle sat at their table reviewing the designs of new ideas for starships. One design was for a Heavy starfighter class bomber, another was for a Light starfighter class. Lionel was impressed by the designs of these two ships, that he insisted that they start manufacturing them immediately. Lionel couldn't wait to see what other ship designs that could be brought to his attention.
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Novania
Jul 6, 2019 14:55:49 GMT -8
Post by The Elusive Man on Jul 6, 2019 14:55:49 GMT -8
Renegade Industries Headquarters, Novania - Arkania.
With the recent successes of Renegade Industries foray into starship manufacturing, the seemingly overnight success of the company had drawn the curious and ever watching eye of The Organization, specifically the enigmatic leader, known only as The Illusionist. True to his typical intrusive, yet professional style, it was time to forge another alliance, this time with a legitimate business front. Springing to life in the center of the conference room where Lionel, Thomas and Isabelle were currently engaged in internal business, the holographic image of the sharply dressed, seemingly human male appeared. A lit cigarette was in one hand and a glass was clutched in the other.
I apologize for the intrusion, however, I felt it was time we met to discuss a matter of importance.
With what the Illusionist and The Organization was prepared to give Renegade Industries, it was almost a guarantee they would accept the offer that had yet to be presented. Almost.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2019 10:18:30 GMT -8
Renegade Industries Headquarters, Novania - Arkania.
It was during a business meeting that involved the final stages of the last five starships in the RI-series, when the holographic image of a sharp dressed human male appeared. The man spoke and apologized for the intrusion then went on to the reason why he appeared. Miss Grant was furious that someone dared to interrupt their meeting, so much so that she spoke her mind as she often did.
I don't know who you think you are, but kindly remove your holo from our boardroom. If you want a meeting with us and the board then set an appointment.
Almost immediately after Isabelle had finished her rant, Thomas spoke up and scolded her for being so naive and blind to the facts and the situation at hand.
Please calm yourself, Isabelle and examine the situation before flying off. Our guest here accessed our holo display in our secure boardroom, in a secure building.
Lionel was thinking on their current situation as Meryln explained the situation to Miss Grant. Not long after Meryln had finished calming down Miss Grant, Lionel respond to the holo of the sharp dressed man.
Now allow me to offer my apologizes for my associate's rudeness. I assume based on your appearance and you appearing in our boardroom that the important matter you wished to discuss, involves making a ton of credits.
With that said Lionel waved his hand and dismissed everyone in the boardroom besides Thomas, Isabelle and of course himself.
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Novania
Jul 7, 2019 10:52:28 GMT -8
Post by The Elusive Man on Jul 7, 2019 10:52:28 GMT -8
The Illusionist hid a small smirk as he was first beset upon by a rather frustrated woman. Isabelle Grant, Chief Financial Officer of Renegade Industries. While she was calmed down by her associate, Thomas Merlyn the Chief Operations Officer, Lionel Wilson, the CEO apologized on his associates behalf. Waving a hand to dismiss the apology, The Illusionist spoke.Your recent successes with your venture into starship manufacturing is why I am here. I am the owner and CEO of Aegohr Manufacturing, a starship firm based out in Wild Space that caters specifically to my organization. However, I have been looking for the means to expand production and offer starship models for the general public. Which is why I approached you. My offer to you is this, in exchange for 32.5% of your profit margins on the new starship productions, I am willing to invest two million credits into Renegade Industries for you to allocate how you see fit. Shared production rights on all new ships as well as technological upgrades to all of your existing ships...Trailing off, the Illusionist snapped his fingers and a side by side comparison of Aeghor Manufacturing's Omega-Class Frigate and Renegade Industries' RI-700 Fleet Carrier appeared. While similar in a lot of respects, there were several highlighted components of the RI-700 that could benefit from Aeghor's technological brilliance. As you can see, your vessels are of a superb quality, minus several critical components that would increase their effectiveness by 3.5%. Along with this deal, you will be under the direct protection of The Organization. And we zealously defend our interests. Do we have an accord, Mister Wilson?
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Novania
Jul 13, 2019 17:56:13 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2019 17:56:13 GMT -8
Lionel listened to everything that the man said and gave it much thought before providing him with an answer. He was taking everything into consideration the fact that Miss Grant disliked the man, how easily the man hacked into the halo in their boardroom and of course the profits to be had. If Renegade Industries did join and was given protection, then they could begin to stop paying protection money to the First Order. Although paying protection money to both The Organization and the First Order might benefit the company in the long run.
Yes, we do have an accord. I look forward to working with The Organization in the future.
Thomas nodded in approval of Lionel's choice to work with them, while Miss Grant also nodded she would have words for Lionel after the meeting to air her disapproval of the choice. However before she could the three of them awaited for the man's response.
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Jul 13, 2019 21:38:41 GMT -8
Post by The Elusive Man on Jul 13, 2019 21:38:41 GMT -8
Glowing blue eyes gleaming, The Illusionist smiled. Another ally and legitimate business front acquired for The Organization. More funding added to the already impressive pool to fuel The Organization's growth. And profits for both Renegade Industries and The Organization. Sliding his hands into his pockets, The Illusionist inclined his head respectfully at Wilson's decision.
Excellent. I had a feeling that reaching out to you would be a gamble, but a successful one it seems. A man of business and few words. Several Aegohr technicians and engineers will be dispatched at once, along with my personal assistant to ensure everything transitions smoothly. Given The Organization's ally status with the First Order, we will be assuming the protection and security aspects for Renegade Industries in the future. Gentlemen. Miss Grant. It has been a pleasure.
And with that, the hologram of The Illusionist disappeared as was replaced by whatever the management of RI had been viewing before the interruption.
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Oct 29, 2019 22:56:49 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2019 22:56:49 GMT -8
Blaze made her way into the city after a long walk and was quick in moving straight to the closest cantina. As she walked through the streets, her gaze remained fixed forward, unwavering as if nothing existed around her. She kept her thoughts suppressed, letting her mind float in silence. With the last of those Sith dead, there was no longer a reason to focus on her hatred and vengeance. She had come to remember who she was and now she could take a breath and let her mind find some peace for the moment.
Finding a bar, she entered and moved straight to a corner booth, waiting for a server to come around. Setting her sword and shield to the side, she slipped in and leaned back in the seat, removing the scarf from around her neck as she let her body relax against the soft leather back. She cracked her neck and rolled it around, rubbing it with her hand before looking up to see a server now standing there. Ordering a bottle of their top selling drink, the server left her to her thoughts.
Looking out, she let her eyes wander to all those in the bar. So many just living their lives with no care in the world. She was now able to live that way if she wanted. If there was anything she did know, it was she wouldn't be returning to the Sith. That was who she used to be before everything fell apart. Those she considered allies turned on her and used her. A lesson well learned.
She was a warrior for the Sith once upon a time, one of the best. Just like now, it was what drove her, excited her. Be it assassinations or a battle, she took any mission she was given. However, perhaps she grew too strong, at least for those in charge. Whether they came to fear her, or felt as if she'd become a problem was an unknown. However, it was they who sabotaged her ship and stole her memory. They worked behind the scenes to put her into fight after fight, letting her dispose of their enemies all in the name of finding herself memories. But they didn't expect that her eventual insanity through desperation would lead to her finding the answers. Answers that led her to them. And now, she was sure they were regretting it in death.
As she smirked at the thought, the dark presence that came with being a Sith, even at one time, began to resonate off of her, no longer held in check by focus and purpose. She didn't notice this, but neither would she have cared. If any Sith came looking for her, to recruit her or kill her, she'd welcome the challenge.
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Nov 23, 2019 13:51:42 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2019 13:51:42 GMT -8
It had been a couple hours before Blaze decided to move on. She had had a bit to drink, though nothing enough to impair her but knew, if anything, she needed to work on finding a new ship or someone who could get her off-world since her ship was destroyed in the collision with the last Sith master's ship. Paying for her drink, she took hold of her pack and weapons and departed the cantina.
Her pace was slow and casual, thoughts from her past still playing out within her mind. Part of her couldn't believe she had finished her task in eliminating the old council. It was bittersweet, though. She had followed her order loyally and without question or hesitation. All because they feared her power and began to make wild assumptions did they choose their fate in the end. Never had she had such desires, only to work beside them as their right hand. But those days were done. The order was all but gone, divided among themselves and the different factions of Sith throughout the galaxy. Could she go back to that life, just under a different group? The answer, she knew, was no. She had lost that trust and now felt that anyone of the dark side would betray her and her loyalty at some point for some reason or another. All she could do was move forward on her own. But what did that mean? That was the new unanswered question.
Hours passed as she made her way through the city, checking all she could for available ships. There was the resident Renegade Industries that she was curious about, but nothing in the line worked for her. Either fighters or large capital ships, none of which she cared for. Even the one freighter ship required a crew, something she had no desire for. What she sought was a ship that was capable, yet could be managed by herself. And other new ships she found were either too expensive or were simply not up to par of what she was looking for. That meant she had to turn to the used market. It was here that something caught her attention: a Lancer-class pursuit craft. It also came with a flight droid, which she guessed could be helpful. If anything, she could turn it off, unlike an organic crew. It was just big enough to accommodate her, the armament was solid, and it could be handled by just her. To top it off, the price wasn't bad. Figuring out where it was located, Blaze made her way quickly towards the hangar bay it rested in while contacting the owner.
It was a few minutes before she arrived but soon reached her destination. The owner was there waiting, and though he seemed to be ready to start going on about the ship and any wheeling and dealing with it, he quickly held his tongue when he saw her weapons. Having him give her a tour, she quickly believed the craft was up to her needs. Perhaps a bit of updating and extra modification could come down the road, but nothing major. It came a shock to the owner when she offered up the full price he asked without trying to strike a deal. Her guess was he felt she'd try to intimidate him into lowering the price. While she could have, the point was if she felt the ship was up to snuff and the advertisement wasn't falsified, she'd pay for it in full, especially if she felt it worth it. The flight droid also introduced itself as the owner took the money from her, allowing her to move on as she wished.
She was about to make her way to the cockpit when she got a weird feeling. She couldn't explain it, but something told her to stay, to head out into the city. Taking a breath, she looked to the droid. "Have the ship on standby. If I call, get the ship to my location. I may need a quick exit." With that, she headed back out into the city.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2019 9:18:34 GMT -8
Blaze had accomplished all that she had come here to do. She found her last mark and cut him down. Her goal was predictable, like a famished predator prowling for easy prey. The question was never if she would show up to claim her mark. It was when.
When the woman with rose-colored hair departed the establishment, the disturbance that left her uneasy only rose with urgency. It was almost cute, though, how long it took her to settle after that final kill. So caught up in her mission that it almost made her blind to it, that she had been followed. She had even lost check of her presence, the Darkside energies swirling around her, like a beam of light within a darkened room filled with mere insignificant candles. The strangest yet most satisfying part of all of it, though, was how Blaze didn't settle with her victory and flee but rather sought out the source of that odd feeling.
The bustling city of Novania would make for an excellent game of cat and mouse. So many faces. So many presences. Who could be the source of this odd feeling? It could be the man who brushed up against the warrior as she weaved through the streets. It could be the mother across the way who attempted to strike a bargain on the doll for her daughter. It could have been that little girl who excitedly tugged at her mother’s garbs as she hopefully awaited that unexpected gift. The more Blaze walked the city, the more that odd feeling would grow, warning her that all was not right.
It wasn’t until Blaze turned the corner down an alleyway, that peace would finally rid her of that feeling that could rattle the stomach and turn her hairs on end. Away from the crowd of hundreds to a minute few. Small hole-in-the-wall businesses lined the small street and served as gathering places for the criminals and thieves that lurked in Novania, just as they did in every city. Little heartbeats in the Force. Little presences that meant nothing to neither Blaze nor to her pursuer, who was still unseen and perhaps even unknown to the warrior.
Several meters into the alley, however, Blaze would find the peace a false one. The calm before the storm.
An unseen Force crept around the warrior’s neck before constricting it with a sudden fury, cutting off both breath and blood. A silhouette of a woman then entered the alleyway, her left hand outstretched and carefully poised to hold Blaze within her constricting grasp. As the shadows overwhelmed her figure, though, a familiar face painted in porcelain stared down at her with eyes of a yellow-red Darkside fury.
“Oh, my dear, Nania,” Vesperia cooed, the name playing on her lips with a wicked playfulness. “I was wondering if you were ever going to show up. I was starting to grow bored.”
With a malicious smirk, she lifted her hand, summoning the Force to lift Blaze off her feet, to dangle her a meter into the air.
Vesperia had prowled the snow-laden landscape of Arkania with relative ease, grace, and silence. She sensed as Blaze snuffed out that final life of their past. From there, she followed at a distance, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
It had been so many years since the last time they laid eyes on the other. Vesperia knew, however, that this was just child’s play, not only for her but to Blaze as well. The shock factor was all she was really after. To see the recognition flash across her face after all of these years, and then to watch her struggle out of her grasp. Something she knew would happen. If it didn’t, then this would be less exciting of an encounter than she had hoped for.
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Dec 1, 2019 14:23:37 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2019 14:23:37 GMT -8
Blaze throughout the city, senses alert as she made her way down the streets and through the crowd. Her sense of caution screamed at her to head back to her ship and leave. It was how she had survived this long and found her targets. But curiosity was starting to get the better of her, mostly because something about the feeling seemed familiar and she wanted to know why. And so, against her better judgment, she pressed forward.
With each person she passed and bumped in the crowd, her eyes quickly scanned them, wondering if they were who she was feeling. But none were who she was clearly looking for. Stopping outside an alleyway, her head dropped and the grip on her shield tightened. She could feel the presence stronger down the narrow path where the darkest of beings resided within the city. Her right hand tightened as she wanted to grab her sword from her back, but forced her arm to stay at her side. Taking a deep breath, she pressed forward.
Deeper and deeper down the alleyway did she go, reaching out with her senses, working to make sure she wasn't caught off guard. But no level of preparation she carried was enough as she felt the sudden grip around her throat by way of the Force. It had been quick, not even giving her the slightest inclination the Force was being manipulated until it worked to suffocate her. She had been foolish in her search. She had let herself think she was just seeking out a presence that just resided here. But the way this attack against her happened suggested this person was actually hunting her. And by pursuing it, she had fallen into their trap. But who's?
The answer came quickly as a face from her past stepped out of the shadows. Her eyes widened the best they could under the pressure before the woman began to speak. When the words came to an end in their toyingly evil tone, Blaze felt her body lift off the ground as the squeezing assault against her throat worked to render her under conscious, or, as she expects, death.
"I.Illy..a. W..why?" With her neck being compressed, it was all she could do to force out the words while sucking in what breath she could.
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