Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on May 28, 2013 5:59:37 GMT -8
Belf'ima nodded and obediently stepped forward, knowing that proper protocol dictated that the higher-ranking member step out first. At this point, it was better to obey than to argue over the sake of protocol. Why? Why should destiny be a concept reserved for the Jedi and those of their religion? To follow a sense of destiny is to follow after greatness. I do not believe that destiny is something that is predestined. It is something that we strive for.
Take you for example. Your people were almost wiped out, but you survived. I would think that would give you a sense of destiny, to achieve for those that cannot.
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Jun 25, 2013 7:11:42 GMT -8
Belf'ima heard the tone and checked her datapad. It appears the Senate has been called to order. If you will excuse me.
She hurried off, anxious to do her duty.
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Alaric Lamar
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Sept 12, 2013 13:59:11 GMT -8
A hover taxi pulled up alongside the senatorial hangar, a restricted zone for public transport.
"Get out quick and give me the money, the senate guard are coming." Said the Nikto pilot. He had not been fond of the idea of breaking public saftey laws, breaching a secure landing site, but he had changed his mind when he saw the humanoid's lightsabers and their credits. However, now as he saw the running blue clad figures grow larger as the siren became louder he had gotten cold feet again.
The large human leapt out of the hover car first, followed by the horned zabrak. Alaric remained in the car long enough to hand a large credit stack to the Nikto. "This should cover it. Get out of here, we'll keep them off you." Alaric followed his companions out. They were dressed in the blue jedi armor of the KOTOR era. The massive human, Roblio Marte and the Zabrak, Kao Dera wore the blue colors of the jedi guardian while Alaric donned the red of the Sentinels. The hover taxi sped off as the Senate Guards closed in and raised their rifles.
"I remember when the Senate was smaller than this. They also seem to have a strange obsession with chrome. Everything is too bright, not enough art or architecture for my tastes" Said Kao, barely acknowledging the guards.
"I suppose we'll let our sentinel do the talking, their supposed to be good at that." Roblio said in his deep voice. Alaric looked at the two then stepped forward, by now the senate guards had them surrounded in a half circle around the edge of the senate hangars. There were 12 of them near them, while in the background Alaric saw several more.
"Put up your hands." Said a trooper, using his helmet's built in speaker to make his voice louder.
"We've got business with the Senate. We're jedi." Said Alaric in a calm voice.
The Senate Guard who spoke made a motion and there were several rifle clicks. "I said put up your hands. Real Jedi have their own entrance to the Senate. Lightsabers can be held by anyone these days."
This caused Roblio and Kao to look at one another. Anyone could hold the sacred weapon of the jedi? "I don't remember a jedi entrance to the senate building and I remember when the guard offered us the respect we deserve." Roblio retorted.
Alaric shot him a withering glare before replying. "Sir. We are jedi from outside the order you are familiar with. We have a proposal for the Senate and request the time to meet with them."
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 12, 2013 18:22:13 GMT -8
A yellow taxi pulls up just outside the crowded plaza and drops off what appear to be two run of the mill business men, one carrying a briefcase. The two men go their separate ways. The one with the briefcase makes his way to a park bench and sits down. He slides the case under the bench then takes a wrapped sandwich from his overcoat pocket and begins to take his time eating it, enjoying every bite. After about twenty minutes the other man that rode the cab in with him reappears. Briefcase Man stands as the other approaches and the two act as though the were old friends who had not seen each other for some time. The shake hands, Briefcase Man pats the other on the back and the two walkaway causally while making small talk. Unless someone was paying very close attention they would not have noticed that the briefcase was left behind. The two hail another cab and leave.
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 12, 2013 18:33:50 GMT -8
Inside the briefcase that had been left behind a powerful MM-40 Thermal Charge, surrounded by one inch ball bearings, ticked way. The case itself was booby trapped with not one, not two, but three fail safes to prevent tampering. The first fail safe was a wire that prevented the case from being opened, the second was a an accelerometer that would detonate the bomb if it reached any speed beyond five miles an hour. This one was activated just before the bombers exited the cab. The third would detonate the moment anyone attempted to disarm the weapon. The timer had twenty minutes left on the clock. 19:59
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 12, 2013 19:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 13, 2013 10:01:24 GMT -8
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 13, 2013 11:33:27 GMT -8
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 13, 2013 13:31:08 GMT -8
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 14, 2013 18:04:35 GMT -8
Jody Bridges was tired. His feet hurt. As a guard for the Senate, his job was to patrol. Not that anything ever happened to him. It seemed like whenever there was an incident, it happened on the other shift, or while he was on the other side of the building, or standing a post. To him, he was the most boring person in the entire building.
So Jody walked. He walked the same hallways he always walked. He saw the same people he always saw. He heard the same boring conversations he always heard. He smelled the same stale caf and pastries he always smelled. His commlink crackled. There was some sort of business going on in the Hangar. Of course. He was just entering his patrol into the Plaza. He was never there for anything good.
Jody was commisserating to himself when he walked by a bench and heard a beeping. That was odd. It took him a moment to realize that he was the one that was beeping. He began to pat his body with his hand when he realized it was the scanner on his belt. It was standard equipment for all Senate guards, and passively scanned as they marched. He checked it, and noticed the light on the far right was red. Explosives detected! He was so excited, he nearly forgot to radio it in, following the proceedures drilled into him from day one on the job.
Within seconds, a box appeared, being hauled by a mover droid. The box was solid and thick, with the sides and top being one piece. The box was so large, it fit down over the entire bench. Before it set all the way down, technicians pulled a strip from the bottom of the four walls. This started a reaction, chemically bonding the box to the floor. It would not come off. The floor would have to be cut out.
With that done, the chief technician entered a code into the command console. Inside the box, hundreds of small ion blasters set off, creating a virtual ion storm inside the containment unit. This double redundency was meant to protect all living beings, most of whom were now being cleared by the guards.
At last, after all these years, Jody had something to tell Gabby, his wife. This was the best day of his life.
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Sept 14, 2013 19:31:06 GMT -8
"This is taking too long" Said Roblio. As one he and Kao stepped forward with arms raised. Using battlemeld they concentrated their powers and spoke as one. "You will escort us to the Senate Security Committee or equivalent institution. You will not ask questions and you will maintain we have security clearance."
The Senate Guards stiffened, some shaking their heads. The captain pounded the side of his helmet with a fist. "No.. We... Cannot..."
"Alaric, we require your assistance." Said Kao calmly, arms still outstretched, the force pouring out his extended fingers. Alaric followed suit and raised his hands, throwing out a blanket of force persuasion across the assembled guards. Even men trained to resist mind tricks cannot stand against the power of three knights.
As the jedi lowered their arms and returned their swords to their belts, the Senate guards straightened and locked their rifles in ceremonial position.
"We shall escort you to the Security Council immediately." Said the Captain. Moments later the squad of senate guards and their 3 jedi were making their way towards the center of the senate rotunda where the security council lay.
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 15, 2013 14:32:27 GMT -8
The ions scrambled the detonator and shorted out the timer. Regardless of the attempt to disarm the weapon, the mass of electrical pulses still managed to cause the detonite to go off, but not in proper sequence. This plus the heavily armored box greatly minimized the blast. The ground shook, some windows shattered, and the armored box bulged and split slightly. By standers would likely have some hearing loss and vertigo. But there would be no significant damage this time.
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 17, 2013 5:19:56 GMT -8
A captain shook his head to regain his hearing. This bomb was powerful, more than he expected from such a small case. The technicians were already at work cutting the floor out so that the whole section could by removed and taken for analysis.
=Captain=
Good work Bridges. Everyone else, we saved lives today. Someone alert command and the Jedi.
The captain scratched his goatee deep in thought.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Sept 20, 2013 15:52:20 GMT -8
Georj stood, brow furrowed, watching the clear up begin; everything they were dealing with, and an attempted bombing too? They truly were facing difficult times. More and more, Georj believed that their defensive efforts were inadequate. As far as he had been able to ascertain, it had been a chance patrol - not intelligence activities, not military efforts, but a footman who happened to walk close enough to the device for his detector to pick up explosive material - that had saved the day here.
He sighed deeply, checking his chronometer. At least the disarming had been quick and efficient. The security forces had done very well there. But he would still have to get on to Intelligence, find out how the bomb had made it as far as the plaza in the first place.
=Georj Lorrimer=
"This does just keep getting better and better..."
Finally, the all clear was given, and the security staff started waving people through to the Senate Building proper. Pushing his glasses back up his nose with the ring finger of his right hand, he trotted forward, headed for the Military Committee at last.
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This was not entirely what Aloua had had in mind when she had come to Coruscant. Stuck on Osarian, unable to get to her home on Yavin to help her friends and fellow Jedi, her decision to come to the Capital World and go to the Jedi Temple had been motivated by a desire to do something, anything, that could be considered useful to the Jedi besieged on Yavin.
Instead, she'd been sent off to deal with the first thing that had come up that had practically nothing to do with the Mandalorian campaign. Still, Aloua was a Jedi Knight, and she had a duty that extended beyond the trouble in the outer rim.
Approaching the bench, she flashed her Identification Card - as if the Jedi Robes and Lightsaber weren't enough - at the officers securing the perimeter, and was waved through and pointed towards the officer in charge.
The young Jedi Knight dipped her head in a deep nod of greeting to the officer, whose insignia marked him as a captain.
=Aloua Omas=
"Good afternoon, Captain. My names Aloua Omas, I've been sent from the Temple to assist in the investigation. What's the latest?"
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Post by Will Sontir on Jan 12, 2014 16:47:42 GMT -8
A speeder bound from the Jedi Temple makes a smooth landing onto a VIP pad set aside for guests of the Chancellors. The speeder lands and out pops Jedi Master Will Son'tir, recently from a Meeting of the Masters where a great many things have shifted. Will's attitude about how to serve for one. . .
A pair of Senatorial High Guards clad in blue armor and electropikes met the jedi master at his pad, and escorted him through the hangars and straight to the Chancellor's chambers. . . .
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 10, 2014 8:01:50 GMT -8
There is always a sense of dread when facing a task that one isn't particularly sure is going to go well. It sits on your shoulders and pushes you down in your seat, trepidation causing more sighs from exasperated lips than normal resting breaths. Sinistra wasn't exactly looking forward to the impromptu meeting that was about to happen and for reasons past understanding, she preferred to make a personal appearance to the Republic rather than call it in from Kuat as she had when she requested help from the Jedi. Battle preparations had kept her busy that time, she needed fighters and ships, something the Jedi had in greater abundance than the Republic. No, today was not about offensive needs, but reconstruction. If she was going to ask for money, she was going to look them in the eyes to do it.
The lambda class shuttle descended to the Senate landing pads, the gentle bounce of the craft on pavement pulling Sinistra's eyes from her meeting notes in her lap. She looked around the shuttle at the various people she had chosen for this little entourage, their mannerisms and neatly pressed ceremonial dress robes smacking of formality and stiff traditions. Lorta and Sinistra wore elaborate hairdos, but conservative jewelry, nothing too flashy of course. Demarus and Admiral Monet, in crisp black imperial naval uniforms trimmed in grey and purple, were piloting the ship to their destination. Gorja, in his ornate priestly cassock sat next to Sinistra in a purple silk damask dress with a black and silver brocade floor length coat over it. She didn't move as much as she could, not wanting to wrinkle the clothes Lorta insisted she don for the trip.
Once the ship was powered down and opened, Sinistra rose and lead the procession down the ramp to greet the royal blue clad Senate guards who escorted them into find the Chancellor.
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Post by Palatine, Argos Theties Echion on Feb 13, 2014 13:56:03 GMT -8
The Stark white Theta-class shuttle touched down without incident, and within minutes of arrival the landing ramp lowered to the hangar deck floor. A well dressed handmaiden had walked over to the craft and seemed to wait for its occupants to come out. she was Lilith, her skin like alabaster, and her hair so light blonde that it almost looked white. Her hair was up in a tight knot, but was obviously very long, and her icy blue eyes showed little emotion as figures started down the ramps steps.
"Ah, Deirdre." Said Argos, as he stepped off the ramp and onto Coruscant for the first time. "Zed informed me that you had been dispatched to make sure everything was up to my likings, yes?"
"Yes, and they are..." Stated Deirdre. She didn't say Master, nor did she bow, and Argos didn't seem to mind this. "Please follow me." She said before pointing towards the hangar exit into the senate building.
Argos seemed to race to catch up to Deirdre, leaving Zaed, his Noghri protectors and his handmaidens; Amelia and Pel on their own. "So..." He started in a low voice. "Anything amiss?"
"No, it was exactly what we expected. There were several listening devises hidden." She answered, continuing towards the exit. Her head never turned to address Argos eye to eye. "Other than that the penthouse was clean. We'll be able to handle ourselves if anything goes awry." Deirdre stated confidently, as they started to exit the hangar.
"Well done, as always." Agros said with actual genuineness, his normal arrogance disappearing like a mist. "You've always been good to me, sister."
"Don't you ever forget that..." She replied bluntly, the smallest of smirks creeping up one side of her perfect face.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 26, 2014 9:53:08 GMT -8
Sinistra lead her entourage back to their shuttle which promptly departed to return to Kuat.
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Post by Ludo Karesh on Mar 12, 2014 17:09:04 GMT -8
The Umbaran Checkmate broke through the clouds overlooking the Galactic City and approached the Senate building. Night had come to this portion of the planet and no media would be on hand to welcome the new Senator. This pleased Ludo. He much preferred to arrive in secret. No fanfare, as it should be.
The ramp lowered slowly and the delegation from Tralus disembarked the Corvette. If anyone would have been on hand to see this diverse bunch, they would not have believed that they all came representing the same planet. A human exited the ship first. The senator, an Umbaran, followed shortly thereafter. A Drall and a Selolnian exitted side by side following the Senator. Finally the rest of Ludo's staff departed the ship. They made their way, silently toward Ludo's office in order to begin setting up shop.
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Jul 3, 2014 7:15:50 GMT -8
The Rylothian Gold, personal ship of Senator Crom'nen, settled down in it's appropriate spot. It had been over half of a standard year since the ship had left, bearing the Golden Tongue on a secret mission on behalf of the Military Committee. He had, of course, orchestrated the entire thing. That is what he did. In the mean time, he left the lovely and capable Bel'fima as acting Senator to keep the Republic held under control. After all, as the saying goes, when the Krayt Dragon is away, the bathas will play. It was a terrible, human expression but it would suffice.
When the ship's ramp lowered, the honor guard departed, spears in hand and blaster rifles on their hips. Then the Senator himself departed, flanked by two women. The women were very much opposites. One was an older, green skinned Twi'lek. She was a little heavy, but nonetheless still attractive, especially to older men. She wore a silvery dress, and a broad smile, glad to be back in the Senate building. The second woman was muscular, but slim. She wore robes very similar to the Jedi, only black as the night in which they stood. She had red skin, with her Lekku covered by her cloak, as was most of her.
Crom'nen turned to the red skinned woman first. Be in the mist.
This woman bowed slightly, then walked behind the ship. She got to the edge of the platform and simply walked off, disappearing into the night.
=Green skinned woman=
Thank you Crom'nen. It is grand to be back in the center of power.
=Crom'nen=
Remember your purpose, Ar'lah. You will do as I see fit, and no more. You will not overstep your bounds, or your next stop will not be so lovely.
=Ar'lah=
As you command.
Crom'nen regretted his decision already. He needed people he could trust, so he had released the women he could trust least? Ar'lah had once been a powerful figure in this building, one filled with a lust for power. She had taken a naïve Senator's aide and showed him evil. He had stopped her, yes, but not without being touched by that evil. She had once been the puppeteer of Coruscant, ruling behind the scenes of everything dark and corrupt. She had destroyed idealism that had once guided him, and showed him the truth. Someone will be in control. It had might as well be him. She brought out his fullest potential, and he had destroyed her with it, far surpassing her. One lesson he had never forgotten. There were two levels of power: there were people of influence, and those who influence the influencers. It was far more powerful to be in the second category.
=Crom'nen=
We have work to do.
Crom'nen set off for the Senate building, followed by Ar'lah, the honor guard, and the one-eyed Yuzzem named Dunn. Yes, he had work to do. It was time to reshape the galaxy as a whole.
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