[Take it to the discussion thread]
Yaga Minor
*The ISD Damocles drops out of hyperspace*
Comm: Sir! We have hostille IFF! They're targeting her highness' ship.
*Stormbaltz makes a snap descision*
Stormbaltz: Shields up! Arm weapons! Get the crews to their fighters. We're not letting ANY harm come to the Imperial family on my watch!
Mon Calamari Shipyard
The lights flickered on revealing a shinny, sterile command bridge. Each computer and system flickered on for its very first time. The blast doors at the back of the bridge opened and officers and technicians walked in. Each moved and sat at their specific post leaving just two individuals standing.
"She's a beautiful ship," said a tall man in a New Republic Admiral's Uniform. "They keep making these things better and better."
The second individual was a Mon Calamarian. He wore a standard orange jumsuit and held a helmate at his side. "Mon Calamari is the best in the galaxy," he said as he ran his hand along the bulkhead.
"Are all the fighters onboard?"
"Scythe and Phase Squadrons just finished loading so yes. I think we are ready to launch Admiral."
The Admiral, who's full name was Jaron Syno, smiled and faced the Mon Calamari Captain. "That's good to hear. We have a long way to go before we reach Coruscant so you better get some rest."
"Very well Admiral," he said, saluted and walked out of the bridge.
The Mediator Battle Cruiser, Anteares moved away from the Shipyards and into open space. It's engines ignited and the Massive warship dissapeared into hyperspace.
*Kioet walks into the docking bay, towards his missile boat, and stops abruptly*
Kioet: Leave me.
Garstan: But I was told to make some modifications to your ship.
Kioet: It's already modified and upgraded, and it's just been fueled, which is the reason why I came here to begin with, no do not continue to annoy me or I will mount your head on the nose of it. Go tell your master that I'm on my way there right now.
Garstan: whatever you say.
*Garstan turns and walks away, Kioet opens the hatch to his missile boat, hops in and sets the coordinates while grumbling under his breath*
Kioet: annoying calamarians.
*The missile boat lifts off the dockingbay platform and disappears into the clouds*
((Sorry, BD, we could still do that, with Cracken very nebulous on his brothers birth rights. After all, sibling jelousy would be interesting. :D
again, apologies.... ;_; ))
Delete me! :D (cus bd dont want me to play with him)
((Red Flag!
Yaga Minor is a station and the only guys on guard duty are elite commandos. Hop it.))
((Hop it = go away, i.e. move your characters somewhere else. See, shipyard, i.e. orbital station, which is what Agric has taken control of. Case closed.))
((BD: What are you doing with the Council, anyway?
Scar: Final Fantasy, Advent Children?))
The Blade Ship Silver, Companion to Inquiry, Present Day
*K'Warra K'laar, gargoyle, sits cross legged on a metal floor - with markings in a complex gridlike pattern etched in it - inside a square formed by four posts. The area between the four posts shimmers a bit. Besides that, no restraints are visible. The elf Slythe, the gargoyle Rwos, and a few other Blades are sitting outside the square*
K'Warra: Not that I'm ungrateful... or that I'm not flattered you chose your nicest cage to hold me... but as I've told you, this is pointless. I made a bargain. When Sejhan needs me to fulfill it, he can snap his fingers and summon me. Keeping me in custody only delays the inevitable.
Slythe: In case you didn't notice, you aren't a mind-controlled zombie anymore. I'd say whatever power Sejhan has over you is permanently broken... as long as you're safely behind bars. Dimensionally speaking, of course.
K'Warra: There are older and more powerful laws in play here than you understand. Sejhan got physical control over me because of a loophole in our bargain. By the way, that was very clever of you, using the dying burst of the... Sleeper, did you call it? to disrupt the enchantment.
Slythe: Why thank you.
K'Warra: A mage with an understanding of his art as well as yours should know how pointless keeping me here is.
Slythe: Au contraire, my dear gargoyle. Keeping you here stops your demon friend from controlling you until he decides to summon you to perform the one task that you agreed on, the one task that will fulfill your bargain. If I released you, you'd get to be his zombie until he gets around to throwing you at that final task.
K'Warra: Only if he was close enough to me to allow physical contact, and I had no protective spells up, and I was asleep. Now that I know the risk, I'm hardly likely to take that chance. I'm familiar with these old bargain laws and how to deal with them...
Slythe: You certainly did an exception job dealing with this one so far! This Sejhan can pass through solid matter as if it was air, travel by portal and has a hundred-thousand-year-old mercenary at his beck and call. You'll understand why we prefer this level of precaution to trusting that you won't make yet another mistake.
*Slythe turns to Rwos*
Slythe: You're going to need to tell your friends the Aesir what we've learned. You know, I really wish you would be more clear on...
Rwos: I told you, I made a promise not to discuss certain things they told me.
Slythe: If you insist. Contact the Aesir, and hurry up about it. We're going to need you on our next piece of business...
((Oh poopie. well, my mode of transportation for F Irvine is out :P))
*Kioet's ship drops out of hyperspace, above the planet Thyferra, and launches a probe droid down to the surface*
((I'll try and post as much as I can, thats all I can promise right now))
Coruscant: Jedi Temple: Council chambers
*Godwyn listened to everything Riebe said with interest. He then pressed entered a few commands upon a wrist control*
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*Outside the council chambers a silver protocol droid approaches Riebe*
J5: Jedi Riebe, Master Godwyn would like to speak with you as soon as this session is over. He believes you can be of great help in his mission.
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Elysium: Blackwald
*It is the middle of autumn, Skadi and Gerd left the capital three days ago to go camping in Blackwald a large mountainous forest. Currently Gerd was at a nearby watching a small deer like creature drinking.*
Riebe nodded. "Of course I will speak with him."
"Getting back into the swing of things, eh?" Nom asked her. Riebe turned to look at him.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"Well, you've told us a little of your story," he said. "Enough that we know you've helped the Jedi before. Sounds like you're pretty interested in helping again."
"Perhaps," Riebe said thoughtfully. "Or perhaps I simply need something to take my mind off myself."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Tarila laughed.
"To put it very simply, I've had a very long life," Riebe said, "and there are things in my life I'm not proud of. There are also things I wish to forget, things I can never forget. It helps to take the mind off them, even for a little while. Something to do helps with that... not so much of this sitting around and doing nothing."
Jedi Council Tower.
*Outside.*
*The same protocol droid now turns to Deac.*
J5: Master Starkiller, if you would be patient the Council will see you shortly.
*Kal arrives.*
Kal: Master Deac, do you know why we've been summoned?
((Will post inside the Council later.))
Jedi Council
*Deac shakes his head*
Deac: I have no idea. Probably not something good, me and the council have never really gotten along that well.
Jedi Council Tower
*Lobby.*
Kal: They just told me to contact you and tell you it was urgant.
*Council Chamber.*
Luke: It is time we addressed the buisness which has brought us together. We have all felt the great disturbance in the Force, the dark side is moving. Now Master Flax believes he has a way to counter the threat before it manifests. Taklin?
Flax: During the recent battle the Temple suffered some minor damage. As you know the foundations of the Temple were built on a great vergance in the Force and many of the lower levels were never interfered with. During the clean up following the battle we found something.
*Flax produces an ancient holocron. He steps foward and places it in the centre of the room, then returns to his seat.
The Holocron activates, displaying a dark skinned human with green eyes and thinning hair.*
Dorac: Greating, Jedi, I am Master Dorac, gatekeeper of this holocron.
Flax: Please, Master Dorac, explain to the Council about the Light Ray project.
Dorac: The Light Ray project is intended to allow the Jedi to gain a tactical advantage over the Sith Lord Darth Revan. 1,000 Jedi have agreed to be placed in suspened animation and will be reawakened once the world on which they are hidden has been conquered by the Sith.
Flax: Master, please give us a moment.
Dorac: Certainly. *The Hologram deactivates.*
Flax: This Holocron was last updated during what has come to be known as the Jedi Civil War, nearly four thousand years ago. After I stumbled upon this information I began searching the Galactic archives. I have found several references to the Light Ray Project at planning and inception phases and numerous corrupted entries that seem to refer to the same operation but no references to the activation phase.
As far as I can gather the Jedi were placed in suspened animation and never awakened.
*Flax pauses to allow this to sink in.*
*The Anteares exited hyperspace over the bustling planet of Coruscant. It lumbered its way into a low orbit and several shuttles and fighter squadrons left the hanger bay.
At the head of the pack was a crimson XJ3-Wing, the latest model in the X-wing series. In the small cockpit sat the same Calamarian from the bridge.*
Scythe Leader: Scythe Leader to Coruscant ground control, requesting docking permission for several squadrons and transports from the battleship Anteares. Clearence code and identification are being sent now.
Comm Officer: Request accepted, please proceed to Naval docking bay 13A.
Scythe Leader: Understood.
*The powerful Coruscant shields opened for a brief moment and the ships moved in. The ships slowed down as they neared docking bay 13A and quietly sat down on the sterile durasteel. From the transports and fighters spilled many men, all looking to make the best of their short time on Coruscant.*
Admiral Syno: Don't you just love Coruscant, smell that Air!
Scythe Leader: It makes me gag. I hate the city.
*The Admiral chuckled and slapped the Calamarian on the back*
Admiral Syno: You'll grow to love it. Besides you better make the best of your time here. We only have about a week before we take control of the 3rd Fleet and head back to the outherim."
*A comlink bleeps and the Calamarian fumbles for it.*
Comlink: Please report to the Jedi Temple as soon as possible.
Scythe Leader: Looks like your going to have to go drink by yourself captain.
Admiral Syno: Ha! You think your so special don't you. Oh well, all the more for me!
*The two walked off in different directions.*
((Hey Antilles - post in the discussion thread (
http://www.lucasforums.com/showthread.php?t=159503) so your character can be more easily integrated. :D
i.e. posting bios would help alot (I think the rest of us still need to repost bios from last thread :P) and why the Calamarian is being summoned to the Jedi Council :D
Will post briefly assuming I can stay awake long enough... >_>))
Coruscant: Orbit
*As Admiral Syno's craft enters Corucant, Irvine's shuttle speeds past in the opposite direction.*
Coruscant: docking bay
*As the two New Republic officers begin walking out of the hanger, they can see several 'shaken' individuals. Some murmering about their 'close encounter' with death. And their exagerated encounter with the Dark Lord of the Sith 'Cracken', moments ago.*
Above the planet, Thyferra
*Kioet is awaken from his nap by a repetitive beeping tone, the probe droid has found the shuttle, and begins transmitting live data to a holomonitor in the missile boat's cockpit*
Kioet: Aren, are you watching this?
*The probe hovers around the crashed shuttle, covered in moss and ferns, but barely visible is the cockpit and about a hundred meters away, the cargo hold. The probe droid reported no life onboard, however there is a dead body, the probe droid matched its dna and profile to a Moff Kohl Seerdon*
Kioet: Guess I better get a closer look...
*Kioet punches in the coordinates listed on the holodisplay, then straps himself in and activates the cloaking device, and begins his descent to the crash site*
Council Chamber
Alyssa stared out the window, her mind completely blown away at the fact that, somewhere, there were 1000 Jedi just laying around with no knowledge of how much time had passed.
"Revan?" she whispered. Then, she looked up. "If I'm not mistaken, Revan lived nearly 4000 years ago. And these Jedi have not yet been awakened, you say?"
Her eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing more.
Thyferra
Aren: *over comm* We're in luck, no one scavenged the ship. Try not to damage the body anymore than it already is, though... Saurat might like you better if you return it fairly intact. Watch out for the indigenous life forms... not that they're exactly a danger to you.
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Coruscant Space, Irvine's Shuttle
*The elf woman crouches in the cargo hold, situating herself between cargo bales, close to an easy path to the cockpit at a moment's notice*
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Blade Ship Inquiry
*Rwos places a message to the Aesir through his comlink*
Rwos: I've come into possession of some information you might want to hear about. There's an investigation going on here that involves what we discussed regarding the Blood Scrolls some time ago. Please contact me as soon as you can.
Coruscant: Jedi Temple
Godwyn: You bring us a very interesting problem Master Flax. Putting aside all the possible ways for these Jedi to have been killed over the thousands of years of hibernation. Lets assume that they are still alive in hibernation and we are able to find them.
What will happen when we wake them? Consider this, the hibernation for such a prolonged period well passed what was planed could damage them mentally. There are other issues as well, they were abandoned essentially who will they deal with that? It is forseeable some, maybe all could hate the order for doing this to them and instead of joining us they want to destroy us.
Even putting that aside, thousands of years have passed. It will take a while for them to be acclimated to society. This is a dangerous path, I think necessary but still very dangerous.
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Gladsheim station: Com center
Valkyrie to Rwos: Do you wish to speak in person or just send the data?
Blade Ship Inquiry
Rwos: *on comm* In person would be preferable, with Odin himself would be ideal. We have contained the gargoyle K'Warra here. He is temporarily out from under control of the shifter demon Sejhan, who you might recall stole some of my memories some time ago. He has information that you should probably hear. Regarding the girl... and the Scrolls... you know of whom I speak. I have convinced my companions to offer you the opportunity to interrogate him.
Flax: I agree with you Master Godwyn, this is dangerous, but I think you under estimate the ancient Jedi. What I have uncovered indicates these Jedi were chosen for their relyability and loyalty. Consider how we would react in a similar situation. They are still Jedi and the Republic is still in danger. Sadly I think the galaxey has changed less than we would like.
((Deac, Red, you have Council members, post so we can have a debate on this for a bit.))
Coruscant: Orbit
*Irvine sits in his seat in the cockpit, slouched and holding his head up by his left hand.
He sat there in a daze until he got annoyed at the console beeping at him. He sat up and pressed the buttons and activated the Hyperdrive...*
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Korriban: Valley of the Sith
*On a tall ledge leading into the main temple. A small hooded figure fades into exsistence hovering just above the ground. The figure slowly sets down on the ground, and throws off its cloak.
F. Irvine.
He takes a quick look at the surroundings. Dispite being in the body of a child, he speaks to himself in an adult voice.*
F. Irvine "So, this is the valley that Cracken keeps from the universe..."
*F Irvine takes a step outward to face the world. He then feels a shock race through his body, unlike what he felt before. A surge of the darkside of the force only he felt with Cracken. Not even himself held this amount.
He instantly feel to his knees.*
F. Irvine "The ground... Even it self is tainted by this place!"
*F. Irvine struggles to climb to his feet. Then he walks inside...*
Jedi Council
*Master Gavaan rises*
Gavaan: I feel we must try to bring them out. These people gave their lives to protect our galaxy from the sith, and we would do well to bolster the order's ranks...
Kam: I agree, our Order has been decimated. Many techniques for using the Force have been lost. 1,000 Jedi from the Old Republic would be invaluable, to say nothing of what we owe these people.
Luke: Does anyone else have anything to say?
"We don't know how they'd react to being awakened now," Alyssa said quietly. "The Holocron states this project was created to give an advantage over Revan four thousand years ago. How would they react now, four thousand years later when they find that, not only is Revan dead, but he returned to the Jedi?"
She frowned thoughtfully. "The thought concerns me... wouldn't they have trouble adjusting to new circumstances?"
Jedi Knight ((random)) "And what about Cracken? We have a truce with him. Telling the Jedi that we have a truce with the lord of the sith. They might think we're incompident of our titles. Not to mention, and I mean by all due respect Master Skywalker, but this order isn't built by the same standards that we follow aren't the same when these Jedi were trained. You siad it yourself when Cracken was in this very room."
((Scar: The council is in a private session. So there wouldn't be a Random Knight there.
BD: You realize you did godmode a little by taking control of J5.))
Coruscant: Jedi Temple
Godwyn: Underestimate them? No, I just warn this council to take prudent caution, there are many unknowns that could prove to very dangerous to the galaxy.
Master Kam says they are invaluable because of all the knowledge they have of the force that we have lost. What impression will they have of this council? Perhaps in their eyes we are just Knights and not Masters...
We must make proper preparations and have emergency plans to fall back on. Still we must seek these Jedi out, even if only one is still alive we are duty bound to rescue that knight.
Does anyone disagree?
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Gladsheim Station
Valkyrie: I'm transmitting coordinates, you may speak with the Lord Vidar and Lady Svafa.
*Kioet's ship touches down on the surface, Kioet opens the hatch, slings his laser rifle over his back, and hops out. He then walks towards the cockpit of the downed shuttle, pushing the annoying amounts of ferns and briars aside, Kioet makes it to the cockpit.*
Kioet: He's dead alright...looks like he broke his skull on the controls. But who cares, what the hell's he got in the pockets?
*Kioet crawls into the cockpit, and carefully drags Moff Seerdon's corpse outside and begins searching*
Kioet: Nothing so far. Maybe I should check the cargo hold. Wait. What's this?
*Kioet reaches down in one of the boots and pulls out a small datapad, Kioet presses one of the buttons on it and a holographic projection of an unknown system appears, followed by an encryption*
Kioet: Aren, I think I've found what he was looking for. Should I take the time to check the cargo hold?
((What is J5? Did I miss something?
Scar: Not only was that random, but it didn't make any sense. Why would the Masters be worrying about What Other People Think, as well as state the extreme obvious that these Jedi were of an order built under different standards without offering any insight on the subject? It doesn't seem appropriate for high-ranked Jedi to talk to hear themselves talk ;)))
Council Chambers
Amarante Kaya: Remember, Masters, that the Jedi Order that came before the Galactic Civil War had all the knowledge of the millennia at their disposal, yet terrible was their fall. I agree that our duty is clear, yet I share the concerns of Masters Godwyn and Alyssa. We are few, terribly few, and these old Jedi are many. What are we to them? What shall we do if these Jedi wish to resume the war they were put in hibernation to wait for, and take it upon themselves to destroy the peace we have worked and sacrificed so much to create?
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Blade Ship Inquiry
Rwos: Very well. But I would like to speak to Lord Odin as well as soon as he is willing.
*Rwos receives the coordinates and translates them to the Inquiry's nav-computer. The Inquiry and the Silver slide simultaneously into warp*
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Thyferra
Aren: *comm* Better, just to be safe. Hook up a connection to the datapad, if you would? Let's see what's on there.
((Would post more but need to be awake in a few hours. x_X))
Corran: Thats the thing that worries me most. These Jedi may not see us as Jedi at all.
Luke: That is possible, but as Master Godwyn says we must rescue them, if we can. Master Flax has drawn up a plan for effecting the rescue.
Flax: Thankyou Master Skywalker.
*The holoprojector in the ceiling activates, showing the galactic map. Flax hits a button and four systems are highlighted and magnified.*
Flax: We have been able to narrow down the installation to one of these four systems, that still leaves twenty planatary bodies which need to be searched. We have a problem, as you can see, three of these systems are in Imperial space.
I propose we send a single light Crusier and search the systems one by one, with the farthest first. That way as the search progresses our team will be closer, rather than further away, from friendly space. We'll use light scout ships for searching the systems and operations teams to go down to the surface and secure the installation. Once the Instalation has been secured the Crusier will be called in and will begin recovery.
*Kioet carries the corpse back to his ship and stuffs it in the small cargo space. He then takes a seat in the cockpit and connects the datapad to a port inside the cockpit.*
((well, i could have gone thoguht that again. i kinda posted that real quick (with an obviously not important character), to remind about how Cracken made a truce with the Jedi at hte end of the last Cantina ep.
now what would these Jedi do, whom sworn to protect the galaxy and defeat the Sith, think about a Jedi order that dont follow the old ways (IE its not the same order before the Jedi Purge) made a truce with the current Lord of the Sith?))
((J5 is a Jedi droid. Admiral, even if he is an Aesir plant he needs a cover story.
Scar: I have tried to portray the Jedi as very uneasy about the Truce, see disscussion thread.))
((BD: Shame, shame, shame. Now that is Godmodding to a much higher degree. I never said J5 had anything to do with the Aesir. J5 is the personal protocol droid of Godwyn...
I'm bringing this up because you 1. should have asked and 2 don't make assumptions
Red: J5 is a protocol droid.))
Coruscant: Jedi Temple
Godwyn: Is there anything else? If not then I have some matters I must attend to.
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Godsheim Station
Valkyrie: I will forward your request....
((I'm just guessing. If it really bothers you I'll edit.))
((I dont think it matters anymore...))
Korriban
*F. Irvine wanders the twisting tunnels of the dark temple. Remnants of untold battles he saw while he walked... And as he walked his facination with this place grew.*
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Hyperspace
*Irvine still sits at the console, in thought...
What's his motive. Why!? The valley. The valley of the Sith. Where Father took me the first time I was with him. Why am I going there. I feel compelled to. Why.'
Irvine let's out a deep sigh and leans back in his chair...*
Irvine "Why do I feel like I can have solace in that place that made me even attack father?"
*Irvine remembers of the one time Chi's influence was outwieghted by the influence of the valley's power and Irvine struck out agenst Cracken for keeping the knowledge of having a sibling to him. But that was behind him now. All that he worried about was his clone, who was out to get him...*
((It no longer matters. I'm just making a point))
((ah. just make sure you put that knife away after you do so, ok? :D))
((Thats fine, I would make the counterpoint that you could have specified ownership.))
((I missed the J5 thing because Admiral took so long to point it out. ;P
Will reply tomorrow night, but you can still read this (
http://www.lucasforums.com/showthread.php?t=159796).))
((BD: Ownership was implied, and specifing ownership of a droid isn't necessary since droids can be much more then just machines.
Now back to the RPG: I take it there is no other business for the Jedi Council))
((I would disagree but it matters less than the colour of my underwear.))
Flax: With the Council's permission I will oversee the this operation. I have chosen one of our most emminant Masters to lead the Operation, Deac Starkiller. I thought it proper the Council give him his instructions, he is waiting outside.
*Kioet hops out of the cockpit and closes the hatch*
Kioet: Think I'll check out his cargo...
*Kioet walks on over to the downed ship's cargo hold, walks inside, his helmet's infrared activates instantly, their appears to be nothing there, but Kioet trips over something...*
Kioet: What the hell was that?
*Kioet touches the object he just tripped over, it's cloaked.*
Kioet: I found something. It's box-shaped, what the hell is it though?
(BD: I know it's part of the plotline, but who gave Flax the power to take control of this without discussing it with anyone? Seems pretty brazen. You'd think Luke or another 'Old Guard' Council member would say something.
Also, BD, check your PMs.
R15: ...I'm confused. What is the box supposed to be? PM me (or IM if we get on at the same time) :D))
Inquiry
Rwos: *on comm* Thank you. We are on our way.
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Mos Eisley Cantina, Tatooine: One Week, Five Days Ago
*Aren smacked her near-empty glass of blue ale down on the bar table. She glanced backwards just as the air shivered and a cloaked, demonic man with a severely scarred face materializes from thin air in a dark corner, unnoticed by the general population of the cantina*
Aren: Hello, Sejhan. Hell's bell's, I love the intoxicants they make in this 'verse. Care for a glass of blue ale? *She pauses* Oh, right... it'd go right through you, wouldn't it?
Sejhan: I've lost K'Warra.
Aren: *raising the glass to her lips* So I heard. Sloppy, sloppy. You know, you could take a few strategic tips from my organization. Don't play with blades unless you're planning to get cut. There's never been a weapon made that could cut a shadow, you know...
Sejahn: I'm tired of this bull****. I'm running out of time. You know I've got till this Jotun's adulthood to kill her. Well, do you know anything about the life cycle of a Jotun? Seven ****ing hells, how long is their adolescence? Five years? Ten? She could be an adult by now. Your masters and I had a deal! If you don't---
Aren: *cutting him off* So why don't we go find her?
Sejhan: What?
Aren: Actually, we've had the locating system ready for a while, if you'd bothered to drop in more often. All we're missing is the subject to locate. Which is where we need you. *She sips more of her ale* Unless you still think it would be more fun to bait the Blades...
Sejhan: Oh, no, no, no... not at all.
((k check your pm, red))
*Kioet carries the box back to his ship*
Kioet: hm.
*Kioet finds a button on the box, presses it, and the box becomes visible, it is locked however.*
Kioet: It's locked.
*Kioet climbs into his ship, and sets the box down beside him*
Kioet: I'm getting off this world. Where will I meet you?