Nase Talsey
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 26, 2014 18:25:47 GMT -8
Nase awoke with a jolt, sitting up. His hands, cold to the touch groped his face, fingers brushing against eyeballs. The world appeared to him in shades of grey and then became painted with colors as his cybernetics activated. He remained in an upright position hands still gingerly touching his face as his heart rate and breathing slowed. He had dreamt… No.. He had remembered. The Twi-lek assassin, the burning pain and undeniable rage. He had awoke right before he had broken the assassin's neck. The general looked at his hands, the metal, the power, the cold barely concealed behind a thin layer of synth flesh. In that way he was like his robotic arms, a cold, powerful tool barely hidden behind a facade. He slowly closed his open hands into cloud fists, listening intently at the small hum of gears and pistons that had so easily broken the assassins hand and crushed her throat...
It was not for several moments that he realized that his wound no longer hurt. He looked down and instinctively reached towards the wound… Finger tips grazed his muscled stomach and felt only scar tissue, nothing close to the gaping hole it had been. Nase was genuinely confused as he took stock of himself and the room. He was shirtless which was understandable for medical procedures yet he saw no evidence of bacta. Had he been transported there after surgery? No, he could not have been, he was still in his dress pants and his face, he felt, was clean shaven. He slid his legs off the bed and stood up, his dress shoes clicking smartly on the floor. He noticed a young woman sleeping upon the chair by his bedside. Not just a young woman, but the hololstar and singer Emi-Lee Wareno. The General frowned, taken aback by the revelation.
As he stared at her and followed the rise and fall of her chest he began to remember only faintly men surrounding him, and beautiful music, an angelic voice and a warmth that filled him… The General's fingers briefly touched his scar… A healer, possibly a Jedi, and without a doubt the reason for his survival. "You have a good heart Ms. Wareno, but you have made a mistake." Said Nase quietly, more to himself than to the sleeping woman. "Perhaps before the end you will look back and wonder why your heart had saved such a man, and the dark will offer you no answers…" He got to his feet slowly, not wanting to wake the woman. He was tempted to search her belongings for a lightsaber but his instincts dictated that he move on. It would not be proper to leave without ms. Wareno as no doubt the media was clamoring over themselves to snap pictures and capture an interview. Taking control of the situation was much more important than satisfying curiosity.
After a visual scan of the room he could not find his dress jacket or the invaluable code cylinders it contained. He was not so foolish as to keep incriminating evidence on the cylinders, however the absence of the plot did not mean that such things were worthless. For all the vaunted imperial security slicers had been known to slice into them and download base schematics, troop assignments, tactical information which was all invaluable to the enemy. The girl would know. He recovered a bathrobe and wrapped it across his chest for modesty, for the benefit of the media of course. She would wake soon, in the meantime he accessed the holonet on a small terminal at a dining table.
"Imperial hero saves Coruscanti dream in selfless sacrifice…" The General's eyes quickly scanned the news articles, mumbling to himself. "…Talsey of the Imperial Army garrison on Corulag… …Mysterious assassin confronted by the last true Imperial in the Core… …Poison pill made questioning the assassin impossible… …Public support for the fallen General has taken over social media and temples are flooded with citizens praying for the general's uncertain recovery…" Talsey closed his eyes and smiled. It had been several hours since the assassination attempt, it was well into Corulag's night but he was too elated to sleep.
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Jul 29, 2014 3:11:55 GMT -8
She was dreaming, fitfully. Shadows crept into her dream's field of vision, like blacker-than-black tendrils. Anything that the tendrils touched seemed to take out all life or sense of hope. She was singing on a stage, and no sound came from her voice, because something was strangling her. She was playing a role in a new holofilm, but she was mocked and laughed out of the set because she froze when she was supposed to be acting. She tried to save the general, Nase Talsey, with her music and her talents in the Force, but she failed. He died. As she knelt by his bed, weeping for her failure, she stared in horror, as the man's flesh melted off from his body, leaving behind only bones, and mechanical parts. Suddenly, the hand of the general lashed out and wrapped around her throat, and the eyes, the only organic aspect to remain on the man rolled to gaze at her as her life was choked from her, and he said, "Failure..."
She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, to do anything, but his grip around her throat was so strong, she felt like he would squeeze her head right off from her neck, and suddenly found strength to let out a desperate scream, "NOOOOO!"
Gasping for breath, Emi-Lee saw that she was in the chair, and looking at an empty bed. Her eyes darted about at the bed. Was she still dreaming? No, the memory of the events in her mind already fading, but not the fear, the pain, the sense of failure. She was nothing. She continued to dwell on those thoughts even as she called out somewhat hoarsely, "General? General Talsey?"
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Nase Talsey
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 29, 2014 10:38:07 GMT -8
Nase, startled, sprang to his feet as he heard the woman's shout. His explosion of action flipped his chair as he spun and dropped into a combat crouch, his eyes light up with their cybernetics, scanning the room through several spectrums, looking for the source of the disturbance. The woman was stirring from her chair, and as he failed to find any intruder he slowly rose back up, his heart rate slowing as he returned to normalcy. It must have been a bad dream. Nase threw up a small smile, his eyebrows raising slightly to create a look of empathy mixed with quiet amusement. "I'm over here Ms. Wareno. You are quite safe, I guarantee it… I dare say you've had a nightmare and that is completely understandable since your ordeal. I'm sorry you had to witness such barbarism on my world, I have my best intelligence operatives on the case. We will figure out who hired the assassin."
Nase bent down to pick up his chair, sliding it back into place before he moved towards the caf-maker and programmed it two brew two cups.
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Jul 30, 2014 0:41:50 GMT -8
Being far more nervous than initially anticipated, Emi-Lee jumped slightly, when she heard General Talsey's voice from so far away from the bed, and had to quickly calm herself, since the general walking about on his own after so short a time had to be a good sign of his health improving. However, she had hoped to be able to wake up before him. It'd have been much easier to make a lie about the nature of his recovery. It wasn't widespread knowledge about her involvement with actual Jedi. And having been the starlet of a holofilm called the Hapless Jedi, it was easier to let people believe that was as far as she got involved with the Force.
Even the fact that her father was found out to be a Sith Lord masquerading as a Jedi was a fairly downplayed knowledge. She blinked her eyes as she slowly made her way towards the man, listening to his array of information which he clipped off at her, like any man in the military would.
"Oh." Was the best she could manage at the moment. She was still wondering how she might conceal the truth from him about what she did to save his life, and decided for now, that the best thing was to bring as little attention to his injury as possible, and downplay the extent of the damage should he ever bring it up.
"I...I suppose it made for a rather...memorable visit." She said weakly as she walked up to the caf-maker, and studied it. "It's not everyday you find an assassin walking right up to you, and brings you this close to the Maker. Not that I'm saying I'd like a repeat of the experience, for sure. I think once was enough for ten lifetimes, I'd say."
She lightly clasped her temples with one hand, still feeling drained and extremely frail at the moment. It was always the case when she used the Force to heal someone. She would reach a state of emotional and physical vulnerability, like she was made of straw, and the slightest touch would shatter her. She turned to look worriedly at the general, forgetting herself, and asked him, "H-how...how do you feel? Oh, your uniform...I had to remove it...I think one of your men picked it up for you, before you were...brought here." She looked like she was about to collapse again, the way her eyes were slowly drifting shut almost of its own volition.
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Nase Talsey
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 30, 2014 5:54:42 GMT -8
He stole a glance over his shoulder as she approached. She looked tired and haggard. Her quiet "oh" was as much indication as he needed that she was in residual shock. Turning back to the cf-maker, he turned up the dial, brewing it a bit faster. The sharp scent of the caf was already swirling up to his nostrils. The mere smell was a bit stimulating and his mind grew sharper. There was a beep from the machine, the General grabbed two cups and turned to face the young woman. He felt almost sorry for the woman… A holostar from Coruscant, so young and no doubt sheltered… It was almost unfair that she had to suffer for his gain, but the ends justified the means and he had protected her. And, a life for a life. He saved hers, she saved his. "You did extremely well with your ordeal miss, but I suspect that perhaps you've had some small experience in dangerous situations." He said as he raised his eyebrow at her. He smiled kindly and handed her a cup of caf. "Here, this should help calm your nerves. You need a little normalcy right now. I feel perfect, better than I would have expected after being shot at point blank range.. I don't suppose you know how I recovered so quickly?"
She looked as if she was about to pass out. Talsey quickly placed his cup on the counter and reached out with his hands to put a steadying force on her shoulders. "Ms. Wareno, should I lead you back to your bed?"
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Jul 30, 2014 7:16:45 GMT -8
"Nnnn..." Emi-Lee simply fell into Talsey's arms without further warning. One thing the general would quickly learn was that the actress was even lighter than she looked, and might not actually be a pure human, considering it was disproportionate. Before long, she was being carried in his arms easily, and it was pretty clear where she needed to be. But even as the Imperial slowly carried the featherweight girl over to the bed a few strange things happened.
The first was the sudden drop in temperature in the room, and it felt like it was freezing cold. To emphasize this, small puffs of vapour escaped from the unconscious girl and his own nostrils with each breath. The next thing the Imperial noticed was that he no longer could move, and appeared strangely frozen in place as if he were a statue. The only part of him that could move were his eyes, and jaw.
Lastly, Talsey felt a presence. Dark, and powerful. It was a deliberate sensation, of a being that wanted him to feel its power and presence.
<< I can see the little cogs in your very little mind working, Nase Talsey. >> A sinister voice spoke in his mind. << Who dares to intrude on your grand schemes? Who dares to learn about your plans based on your delusions of grandeur? >>
Talsey could hear footsteps, and after a while, an impressive black-clad figure slowly walked into view from his peripherals, until he was standing face to face with what appeared to be a human man, who was as tall, if not slightly more so than Talsey himself, and every bit as masculine, with an imposing nature. The most notable features weren't his black cloak or robes, but the red and black warpaint that covered his entire face.
Sith.
<< Who, but I? >> His lips curled upwards in an unpleasant way as his voice spoke on to Talsey's mind, without uttering a single word by his lips. He turned and started circling the immobilized Talsey, calmly stalking around the Imperial with his hands clasped behind his back.
<< Even now, you are fighting against my hold on you, hoping to attack me. But let me ask you something... >> He paused in front of Talsey, << Am I really here? >>
He resumed his circling the man again, << Quite the situation you're in now. But I am never in any place without reason. We have some things to discuss. >> He passed Talsey's field of vision, and made another circuit, << First, your pathetic plan to retake Corulag for the Empire. This is the ambitions you share with what's left of your fellow officers, is it not? And you are using the young lady in your arms to further that end. >>
He stopped in front of Talsey again, and as he spoke his last few sentences, he ran a hand through the unconscious girl's hair. Through it all, she remained oblivious, and only her breathing told Talsey that she was still alive at all. It was also fairly noticable how, despite the paintings concealing some of it, the Sith shared some features with Emi-Lee. They had the same hair colour for one, and shared similar noses, along with some small telltale signs, along with the way he was touching her so affectionately, like a parent touches a child.
This man had to be related to Emi-Lee, possibly her father.
When he said that Talsey was using Emi-Lee to further his goals of reclaiming Corulag for the Empire, it wasn't a question. It was more of a statement of fact.
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Nase Talsey
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 30, 2014 8:24:56 GMT -8
She sighed softly and fell into his arms, he was shocked at how light she was as she leaned against his chest. He held her up with his left hand while his right grabbed her behind her knee and with a small "humph" he picked her up, cradling her back and legs with each arm. He turned and began to walk slowly back to her bed, his caf left untouched. He shifted his arms, gauging the woman's weight and he immediately ruled out Arkanian, or Echani as a possible species. She didn't exhibit the traits of either species, her lack of pale eyes, white hair and ear shape. He mused that she might be a human off-shoot from a high gravity world where her sub-species mutations had included lighter bones to move more freely in a high gravity environment.
The General felt something wrong. His steps slowed, whether it was because of his own volition or something else, he did not know. His cybernetic eyes glowed brightly as he scanned the room, something was wrong. He exhaled and a cloud of moisture billowed in front of his eyes. Had there been a malfunction with the rooms temperature settings? No… it was too cold, too fast… He felt the heat torn away from his body even as he tried to turn towards the door. He managed one agonizingly painful step forward before he lost all control, his body held by an unknown force. Anger mixed with fear as he quickly lost control of the situation, he was a sitting duck and the knowledge that he was helpless rattled him to the very core. Could it be that the jedi had found him? He knew that some masters were able to arrest movement and throw their enemies into temporary stasis. He looked down, puffs of vapor escaped her open mouth, but she too seemed immobilized. Why? If jedi had come, surely they would have come to her aid...
The General felt a sharp pain in his head and his eyes opened wide with shock. A voice in his head, as cold and merciless as the temperature in the room. It was not the jedi, that realization came without any satisfaction. Talsey immediately dug into his mind reaching into his memories, attempting to create a mental barrier against the voice. He focused on columns of marching stormtroopers, their booted steps making a steady thump as hundreds upon hundreds marched onward, for victory, for the empire. The empire was legion, it could not be defeated. He held onto this as he wrestled to free his mind. The voice stopped and did not return, perhaps it was Talsey's doing or perhaps it was the lack of interest from his attacker...
Without being able to turn his head, Talsey's eyes batted left and right, trying to see the source of footsteps. It was not long before he caught a glance of black robes and then the full image of a tall, powerfully built man with red and black tattoos… A Sith… Talsey's face contorted into a snarl and defiance sparked in his eyes. The Empire was legion, the Empire was forever, the Empire endured.
But it was no use, Talsey felt another bout of pain as the voice returned inside his head. The General followed the stalking with with his eyes until he passed from his field of vision. Every word the with spoke of his knowledge of Talsey's plan was a slap in the face, a source of fury. He struggled against the invisible hold. "Your opinions mean nothing to me Sith." He said spitting the word as if it were an insult. "My plans along with this woman are none of your conce…" The General stopped as he viewed the almost loving way the with stroked the woman's hair. "Your daughter? You must be ashamed that you have failed so fully to bring her to your side. The daughter of a Sith so helpless against a hired assassin, knowing that she spits on your legacy is almost worth this predicament." Talsey spoke defiantly, unafraid of the Sith. An Imperial General would not cower in the first engagement. This was his world, his war, his destiny and he would die before he was supplanted. Which might very well happen.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jul 30, 2014 16:22:51 GMT -8
The car stopped. Jermha was one of the young street urchins that 4 used to check the surrounding streets for unusual movement. She paid them in cash or food or small trinkets to do things for her. Kept them on the street doing less robberies and drug use and the like. 4 was born free, but got into a bad crowd when she got into her teens, ending in prostitution, drug abuse, huge debts and a ruined life. She found herself sold into slavery, and later stolen by a yellow twilek who got fond of her. Jermha didnt know any of that, he just knew that there were easy jobs at the loft the Twilek was staying. He sat now, outside her slum apartment building, waiting for her to see if there were any more jobs, because, well.... he was hungry. It was there, sitting on a bench across the small unmaintained park from 4s apartment entrance that he saw the speeder limousine drive up and stop. It was a beautiful vehicle, one only seen on pictures and footages of celebrities. Shiny white with chrome rims and a small man holding an even smaller falling star above his head on the front of the car. The doors opened, but not on his side, and the twilek lady got out. He wasnt sure if he should run up and say hi then state his business. He decided not to when the old man stood up, just as his Twilek friend was opening the door to the staircase. His yellow twilek friend went in, after her the old man in the expensive suit. Was it what his own mother was dealing in? Making men and women happy for money? Or... As the next person got out of the car, he had to brush the sleep and hunger out of his eyes because it was, again, his yellow twilek friend, but with different cloths and a shawl. She looked around as she got out, saw the boy, and then turned and left into the building. The door closed, the Limousine shut down and became silent.
What did he just see?
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"So... all the cities are under our controll but THIS ONE?"
The other yellow twilek looking just like Atia was on her knees in the middle of the room. Bateman sat already by the one of the many computer consoles, tweeking and twerking the hardware and software. The entire loft had been turned into a command center for encripting and decrypting information coming from many Company operational worlds. This was one of the data hubs where trackers went lost, and also will be the first attempt to decrypt Imperial military communication.
The plan on that is simple. The Galacric Empire is wast and superior in every way to both Juvex Import Exports and Corulag Imperial ... everything. Military, communicational and organisational side. Trying to break into their system would be foolhardy and strongly inadvisable. On the other hand, breaking into a weaker system that LATER becomes a part of the empire might be a lot easier. A large trojan horse. Bateman was here to look over the hardware and software.
Atia was not. She was here to see what her beloved little Banshee has done, and meet with Tasley personally. She also wanted to hear what facility is there that 4 cant get into.
-4- "Y... Yes mistress. All the families do as they are told but the Corulag family. They call themselves The Badgers. They are... imperial. No drugs, only gambling, whoring and extortion. Many of them are active members of Tasleys civilian activists. I have tracked their leader to an estate in the suburbs. Mistress, it is a fortress. I once tried to sneak close with a stealth device and nearly got shot. They have sensors, dogs, patrolls... They have heard from the other families and have taken up full defencive positions. No sabbac game in the same place, their cash runs are irregular, the whores and pimps are left out of the loop. Good centralised leadership. They must be ex military."
The girl was shaking. She feared her inability to take on a seventh criminal organisation would topple the mountain of successes she has had. She knew her Mistress all too well, she is both generous with punishment as she is with commendation. A Bit too fond of punishment. The Mistress looked down on her possession, contemplating. Finally, she lowered herself to one knee and pulled the womans face close to hers by the chin. As if looking into a mirror.
"Six heads rolled, a seven remains. You have struck a deal with the imperials, and three shipments are in the clear. I am proud of you, my pet. You assessed the seventh family, you tried to get to their leader and failed. You have information on their operations and organisation. All this alone. You are a shining star amongst your sisters."
Atia kissed the woman on the cheek and asked her to stand, for witch the slave complied. It was clear that the slave known as 4 became at ease. She knew now that her actions would not anger her mistress, and she had reasons to be proud of her achievements.
"If they wont join, they will be eradicated. If they can not be eradicated, what is the next step?"
-4- "Partnering up, mistress."
"Indeed. How many shipments have been lost, Mr Bateman?"
-Bateman- "Three mistress, baits all three."
"How much does the lost product amount to?"
-Bateman- "194 kg and 40 grams total, Mam. About a shipment."
"Was it destroyed?"
-Bateman- "No mam, stored for evidence and labratory to see where it comes from. Seeing from the reports 4 has managed to get, they are all still intact. Stored at a main police warehouse. Well guarded."
"My slave, you will go to these Badgers, and give them a business opportunity. Break into that storage facility, and get my drugs. I want to see it turned into cash in a month. As for the Badgers, offer them the money Nasley has received from you. The marked ones. How much is it, Mr Bateman?"
-Bateman. " 3 million, 648 thousand 922 republic credits, mam."
"Make it three and a half."
-4- "Yes mistress."
4 got to work on her consoles to gather information by hacking and searching on said warehouse. Atia turned to her droid, Bateman.
"We are going to meet this Tasley, get the money and get your dealings finished."
In ten minutes Atia left the safehouse with Bateman, heading to where the Media last spotted Tasley and the celebrity girl.
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Jul 31, 2014 1:12:35 GMT -8
When Talsey identified the man's relation with Emi-Lee, his lips curled in that unpleasant smile again, and he made a sound that came from his throat, but his lips never parted, and Talsey could hear the man's laughter in his head. << And has it not occured to you that perhaps that is exactly what I wanted? In whatever way she has grown to become, she serves me and my purposes. And it is right that she does so. >>
He stroked the unconscious girl's hair again, tenderly, << She is exactly where she is needed to be. I had little other use for her. So unlike me. Her talent in the Force is little to none. Pathetic, really. I had hoped she would at least be able to touch the Force. But alas, that is not to be. Even so, as I said, she serves me, as you and I serve the Empire. >>
When he said that he too served the Empire, he grinned maliciously. << Oh, do not seem so surprised. Do you truly believe yourself an independent force free of the Jedi or Sith? Just as the Jedi are synonymous with the Republic, so are the Sith with any Empire. Any. >>
He stepped until he was beside Talsey, and leaned close to the man's ear, though the action was more to unnerve, since his voice was in Talsey's head. << We serve the same cause, whether you like to admit it or not. Even now, you drone on in your head. I can hear you... >> He walked around the man until he was in front again, and stretched his hands out to either side, and the room seemed to fill with a hideous red glow, << We are legion! We are forever! We...endure. >>
He leaned forward, lifting his lightsaber, which flew into his hand, and touched the unignited end to Talsey's chin, << And you...you serve, as a self-absorbed slave, unaware that in every selfish thought, ambition and deed, serve the will of they who are the worthy heirs. >> He gestured to himself, << As I do. Except that I accept my place and purpose for the Empire. >>
He studied Talsey appraisingly, << But you do not care for this talk. You want to know what I'm doing here. The answer is in your arms. You piqued my interest to your goals when you sought to use something that is my property. And I do not take kindly to people taking what is mine without my consent. Therefore, contrary to your statement, General Talsey, your plans, along with what you wish to do to my daughter, is entirely a concern of mine. >>
His thumb hovered threateningly over the ignition switch of his lightsaber. << So easy to just end you now, and do not believe for one moment, that should I find you have no further use, that I would hesitate to do so. But death, at this point, is too good for you, I think. >> He moved the lightsaber, igniting it, and surprisingly, a bright blue blade emerged from the hilt. He hovered the blade close to Emi-Lee's neck.
<< Instead, what if I kill her? As I said before, in everything that she does, she serves me. What would her death serve? There is no one here in the room save for yourself. Her demise would cast a pall upon your plans, I think. Her fame and popularity on Coruscant and Corellia and most of the Core Worlds and beyond...oh, so many questions will be asked. A call for your arrest would be in order, I believe, and then the full weight of the Republic - corrupt as they are - would be upon this planet as investigations mount, uncovering more and more of your insipid plans that you concocted with your simpering cohorts. And thusly ends your little uprising before it's even begun. And you can be certain, my dear Talsey, that even this would serve the Empire. >>
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Nase Talsey
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Post by Nase Talsey on Aug 2, 2014 21:10:43 GMT -8
The General remained trapped, try as he might he could neither move his body, nor force the with from his mind. He suspected that had it been a jedi who was holding him prisoner than images of gruesome death and burning planets would have thrown him off balance, but he was not so naive to try that with a Sith. Sith were a disgustingly brutal bunch taking joy and pleasure from the chaos that they wrought, bring up images of mangled corpses might increase the site's power instead of horrify him.
Nothing had occurred to Talsey. How could he have known the machinations in place around him? The Sith spoke to him as if he were a mere mortal in the presence of a god, and Talsey resented that. Anger burned in his heart. This girl had shattered his illusion of reality and revealed a larger intricacy that was moving him and others like chess pieces. Talsey would not be a pawn however, he now knew that there was a greater force at work here, perhaps a greater threat and as soon as this ordeal was over he would work quickly to reinforce himself and prepare for an altogether different and more challenging endeavor than capturing a planet, freeing himself from the influence and machinations of others. He would flip the board so to speak and now that he knew there were higher players he could act.
As the with leaned in close to him, the General wanted nothing more than to throw the weight of his chest and head toward the site's tattooed face, to smash in his nose with a head-butt. It disgusted him that the with was so close. Talsey had hated the force, even as a child and every subsequent interaction hardened his heart to it and it's users. The very nature of the force was twisted and perverse, the with demonstrated that celery by reading his mind. There were no words to describe the agony Talsey wished to subject the with too for his insolence...
The site's invasion of his mind continued until the snap-hiss of a saber brought both men back to the physical realm. The blade hovered close to the woman… "Do it. Kill her, kill me, kill yourself, it makes no difference. Corulag will erupt in flames and in the end the Imperials will rise. My plans are laid, the dominos are already falling. You may have great influence Sith. You may very well have maneuvered me to serve your wishes, but influence is not control. You have no control over this planet and it's people and we both know it… But I do. I command the Imperials here, I command the loyalty of the people, I choose what preparations to make, who to arm, who to kill. You may have encouraged my decisions every step of the way but it is I who make them reality. I am something you are not, something that you cannot be... So kill her Sith, savor your control over a single life, but know that without me, the uprising will be sloppy, bloody and destructive, it will be a fire that erupts out of control, it will become a full fledged war across the planet and no matter what powers you possess you are not strong enough to steer the course of war. If you were then you'd be leading the Empire, not serving it."
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Aug 5, 2014 2:23:57 GMT -8
As Talsey spoke, the Sith smiled, apparently pleased by everything that had been said by the Imperial general.
<< Very good. >> The blue blade snapped back into the lightsaber hilt, and the he put away the weapon, freeing his hands. << You have ambition, and drive. Also a fair bit of fanatism and self-absorbed overconfidence, but that has its uses. >>
He turned around to walk away, heading for the wall near the door before turning around, << You're allowed to carry out your plans and goals...for now. Only remember, if you dare to harm my daughter - and I will know if you do - you will live to see all your ambitions burning to the ground, just moments before you join it in death. If you believe you are truly capable of defying me, let alone the Sith, you have a lot to learn, then. Nonetheless, I wish you well. Also, look to the skies, Nase Talsey. The Empire's supposed to be a symbol of light, not the shadow. >>
He stretched his hands outwards and there was something like strobe lights flashing rapidly, and the man was gone, and the room appeared to be back to normal, with proper lights, and proper temperatures. However, Emi-Lee's skin was paler than before, and her lips were almost blue.
"Nnnh...!" The girl moaned softly in Talsey's arms, and she began shivering violently. "C-c-cold! So cold...!"
With one hand she weakly clutched Talsey's collar and looked up at him with only one opened eye, "Do Corulag people...l-like th-the cold...s-so much?"
Just then, Edworth Winningham and Abbet burst through the door into the room.
"My dear, I'm so sorry to be barging in at this time, but we really must speak about...oh my! What's wrong with her?" Edworth blurted out when he saw Talsey holding the shivering mass that was Emi-Lee Wareno, and Abbet cast the Imperial an unreadable look. The young man was wearing a long green attire that looked akin to a odd mix of ancient and modern Corellian fashions, whilst Edworth was dressed sloppily as usual with a funny hat on.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 25, 2014 9:03:56 GMT -8
Everything has a time. Now is the time to enter a new man to the political arena. Where as some people like to gain power through subterfuge and nefarious means not everyone in the hierarchy had. Brayden Tarko had ascended through hard work and having the will to get where he is today. It also helped that during the reign of the Empire one of his long ago uncles had been the Baron of Cato Nemoidia. It seemed that some of that mans ambition had been passed down to Brayden.
Sitting in his office the man looked over his stuff and did his things.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Feb 1, 2015 7:13:19 GMT -8
*The 'Economy Ship' docked with a lurch and opened its doors. People pushed and shoved their way out of the cramped and musty confines. Dr. Ronin Matango was one of many staggering into the much welcomed fresh air. Clutching his carry on, and securing his shoulder bag, Ronin stepped forward into customs. The line seemed to stretch onto eternity, but soon Ronin was placing his bags on the counter, showing his ID and giving his reasons for coming as he walked thru the scanner. A beep sounded as Ronin was directed to the side for a pat down.*
-TSA Agent- "Please step aside sir. What's your reason for coming to Curamelle today?"
*The agent pulls out a baton and begins scanning Ronin*
-Ronin- "Business, I'm a Doctor."
*Ronin stands still for the scanning. Down his back*
BEEP!
*Down his arms
BEEP! BEEP!
-TSA Agent- "Please sir remove your items"
*Ronin withdraws a pistol from a holster behind him at the waist and slowly sets it upon the examination table. Reaching to each wrist within his sleeves Ronin withdraws two hold out wrist blades with many designs engraved upon it. This too is placed upon the table. The TSA Agent examine the items.*
-TSA Agent- "What's a doctor doing with blades and a pistol?!"
*Ronin turns around slowly, hands upon his head*
-Ronin- "Do you know how much the medications I carry on me go for on the black market? Do you think people will not rob a doctor as they fight to save a patient's life? Do you think I only work on the good side of the tracks and never the ghettos?! No, that pistol has saved me many times, as for the blades there is a muscle relaxer coated on then for field surgery. The majority of my work is in the field away from hospitals and clean rooms."
*The TSA Agent thinks for a moment letting everything click before nodding and hand in Ronin all of his things back.*
-TSA Agent- "Wish more doctors were more like you, my brother was shot in the streets and left to die a few years back. Noone stopped to help. Please enjoy your stay, and thank you for all that you do!"
*With that hands were shaken and bags gathered. Walking out of customs the good Doctor walked towards the bad side of the tracks. Just another half truth fed to just another fool.*
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Feb 2, 2015 14:10:29 GMT -8
*Ronin found himself standing in front of a rundown tavern. Rest even in this rats nest was sounding better by the moment, and since he hadn't had contact from his client there was no telling how long he'd need to wait. I'm the very least he could catch a few hours sleep before getting to work.*
"Hope I'm up to date with all my shots,"
*Entering Ronin was met with a musty smell, like that of an old book. Not entirely unpleasant. The facilities were dimly lit and poorly furnished, still it hosted several tables with an assortment or chairs that had very little in common other than having four legs. A stair case led up to the rooms for rent, exactly what Ronin was in need of. Coming upon what looked to be the owner at the bar; a male Dug cleaning off the bar top with a dirty rag, his left eye covered in a patch along with a set of deep scars upon his face*
-Ronin- "I'd like to inquire as to a room"
*Without looking up the Dug continues cleaning*
-Dug- "How many hours do you need the room for?"
*It took a moment to realize what was asked, but it clicked*
-Ronin- "No I'm needing a place to sleep, I'm a traveling Doctor."
*The Dug looked up eyeing Ronin, his stern gaze turned into one of pleasure as if he were a child that was handed a cookie*
-Dug- "Ahh a Doctor you say, than no charge. You may stay as long as you want and all food and drink is on the house, but I need you to look at a few of my..../friends/"
*It didn't take a genius to realize that his 'friends' were probably hard working women. Ronin nearly offered to give payment for his room but the Dug continued*
-Dug- "And if you see one you like do with her as you wish, just try not to damage the property if you know what I mean"
*Handing Ronin the key to a room the Dug continued about his work. Ronin knew Dug to not be the type to be told no, and he was a doctor and here were those that needed help, who was he to refuse helping them. Just so happens if there was interest he of all people would know who is clean.*
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Feb 2, 2015 14:26:45 GMT -8
*Ronin accepted the key with a nod of thanks and made his way up the steps and into his room. Waiting for was what May have been a good looking woman in her prime, now was a middle age brunette standing before him*
-Ronin- "Wow, I guess news travels fast."
*The middle age working woman nodded in the most seductive way a nod from a beat whore could. Still she wasn't completely fugly. Ronin set his bags down on the nearby dresser and pulled out some gloves*
-Ronin- "Ok shall we begin?"
*Laying back upon her back on the the bed the whore spread her legs revealing herself, Ronin stepped forward and mumbled a bit too loud*
-Ronin- "Oh god I feel like I'm back on Kashyyyk"
*The whore gave him a 'f you' kinda look*
-Whore #1- "Yea I bet your built like an Ewok too.."
*It wouldn't had been so bad had the 'rainforest' before him didn't actually remind Ronin of his time with the wookies, the comment from the whore just set Ronin off into 'Dick Mode'. Taking a deep breath Ronin threw his head back and let out a loud wookiee roar which was met with a face slap and the sound of one pissed off whore slamming the door*
-Ronin- "Send the next one up and make sure her forest has been treed heavily prior to me examining!!"
*It was going to be a long night but somebody had to do it. Ronin just hoped the food was good and didn't taste how that last one smelled*
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Post by Atia on Feb 3, 2015 8:25:05 GMT -8
The woman who came in had no induries. The yellow twilek would have gone home as Ronins regulars. Comely to the eye, and was wearing some kind of tophat-smoking outfit that might have been a costume or a special prop for cosplay. She looked both a bit redicilous with the cigarette holder lazily hanging out from her mouth, the baige smoking-costume and baige tophat. Even one of those little one-eye glasses on a chain. Redicilous, and somehow she didnt seem so. She seemed deadly serious and highy dangerous. Why?
She was pulling a ropebound potato sack on the floor. It had dark wet spots on them, and as she pulled it over the doorframe, it gave away a weak yelp.
The woman locked the door behind her, had previously aquired the master key from the Dug downstairs. She had a reputation around here, so the Dug didnt resist one little bit. She dropped the rope and pointed at the sack that could hold a mansized object.
-4- "Fix him. Make him able to talk."
No please, or 'could you please doctor'. This was Ronins first meeting with a Banshee, and it might not be the last.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Feb 3, 2015 13:11:38 GMT -8
*Ronin turned as the door opened, another customer. This one had a Cruella de Vil look to her; a sort of air that says I'm cock and full of myself. By the look of her, the fact she was before him at this location told him she was either really stupid which was up for debate, or one who liked to flash how dangerous they were. Extending his hands out Ronin gave a waving gesture with his hand*
"No really do come on it and make yourself at home. Please no smoking in this room for health reasons."
*Ronin did hope his requests would be respected, and she wouldn't light up. Standing in place Ronin surveyed the bag, the female before him. Mental notes were made as to locations in the room things were, from his tray of medical supplies, to the feel of the pistol tucked in the holster hidden under his coat along his lower back, even down to last time he had coated his blades. Making a motion to the bag*
"And what happened here? I take it this isn't one of the Dug's working girls in for her gyno appointment"
*Ronin grabbed fresh gloves and put then on, not just a sanitation thing but also so nothing could be traced back to him for evidence*
"Please open the bag so I may take a look."
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Post by Atia on Feb 3, 2015 13:52:31 GMT -8
-4- "Shall I undress him for you too?"
She ignored his incentives about smoking. Continued puffing on the cigarette holder and the cigarette smoldering on its end. She gave the bag a small kick. Nodding towards Ronins toolstet she started dictating for him. She seemed to have some knowledge in the medical arts.
-4- "The Dafel Scissors. Cut the bag open, then make him speak. Drug him, cut him, I dot care, just make sure he can be concious and by his wits for five minutes. You will be rewarded. Do it!"
The bag between them moved ever so slightly. Seemed like every tiny roll to one side or the other caused extreme pain. It did. This bag with its Duro contents had been dragged through stairs, dropped into water, and stuck with thin blades. When 4 realised she had gone too far and gained no info to show for it, she had to find an illegal doctor. The closest one was a new such, sme dude called Ronin. Took care of whores.
This son of a bitch was perfect for him then. Poor thing was broken in a lot of places, and was delerious. Sliding in and out of conciousness.
The twilek stood unmoving, unyielding. She seemed to be a being of power, and one whom demanded respect the second she entered a room. Even though.... even though she had a slaves collar around her neck.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Feb 3, 2015 14:33:49 GMT -8
*The Woman was screwd,she demanded what she hadn't earned from an individual who had personally killed countless like her. That's when Ronin saw the collar, a slave to another. Well that explained the attitude*
"You know it's rude to enter unannounced, even more so to demand a skilled service without respecting the request of the individual. .."
*Ronin focused upon the embers of the cigarette, instantly the cigarette would burn itself out with a small burst of flame. Bringing a hand up Ronin makes a gesture to sit in a nearby chair.*
"You must either be new to this or your owner hasn't properly trained their property so I'll learn you the protocols. Please sit if you wish."
*With a hand outstretched towards the bag Ronin willed it to lift into the air and float to the bed which was covered in plastic sheets. As the bag opened allowing it's contents to softly drop onto the bed Ronin continued examining the crumpled mess*
"You've come to me meaning who every works for you doesn't know their ass from a hole in the ground, also that this is important enough for you to want to keep this poor piece of shit alive long enough to extract any information you need. I have terms for these special services which I haven't done in a long while."
*Ronin grabbed a syringe full of Atracurium and injected it into the neck of his now /patient/*
"You'll respect any requests I have no questions asked failure to comply will end our business transaction. You may contact me for /situations/ but I'm not cheap and may end our contracts at anytime. You won't interfere with my methods. These are my terms thus far if you don't like them you may see yourself out."
*Pointing to the collar Ronin continues*
"Though judging by that thing around your neck it might be mutually beneficial if you consider this business relationship. You've caught me at a good time...I'm looking for something to keep me busy for the time being, these whore have payed for my room and filled my charity quota for the year...."
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Post by Atia on Feb 4, 2015 1:29:29 GMT -8
The first word coming out of his smug face told her all. She didnt have to listen to him, she knew what his words meant. Blah blah, you no boss of me, yaddi yadda, I dictate, ching chong, But I feel generous today with my incredible skills and talents, habbala habbala.
She decided his career on this planet was to an end. She walked over to his only window, while acting as if she listened, nodding and such at the right places. The window was small, but a person of ronins size could fit through. Good. Quick look outside, alley, trash, dirty, hovercar. Good. She lit the cigarette and walked over to the door.
-4- "You are right, I will be a bad presence here. I will come back in half an hour. With payment. Get him into shape untill then."
She turned to the door to leave. No worries, he would come to him, and it was in his best interest not to close that window. She guessed he had about 8 minutes 45 seconds, plus and minus 10 seconds for the phonecall she was about to make.
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