((Actually I was talking to Red, and I was expecting a more shocked (Realistic) response to the orders. Oh, and non-one says "like, for instance" outside the valley.))
((hey an O-5's an O-5. He follows orders.
...as for my speech, well thats prolly 'cus I'm from NY.))
*Deac is somewhat unsurprised by these images*
Deac: Figures, I guess. They wanted to know how Syrnl got so powerful in such a short space of time. It's not surprising they were monitoring me. I suppose these... *he points at three figures, labelled 043 and 044, both marked "Terminated"* are Beta and Gamma. That just leaves... a mech? *He gestures at 045* What the hell?
And... *he points at another figure, not numerically listed, marked ACTIVE. Unlike the other three figures this one also has the superimposed image on it.*
No...no they couldn't have...that's impossible...
Beler: What?
Deac: If those symbols mean what I think they mean...
((Scar, that's just an excuse for bad RPing. These people owe no allegiance to Agric, and military officers don't just switch loyalties like that AND act as if they have ALWAYS been loyal to this person. At the very least there would be an awkward silence considering there's just been an assassination attempt on the person your Commander is clearly trying to curry favor with.))
Jedi Temple, Hangar
*Kaya joins Alessa and Flax in the hangar*
Kaya: Have you spoken to Skywalker?
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Bilbringi
Thiou: ...Forgive us, there have been dissensions... *He stops, realizing what Agric said* Your personal guard, my Lord?
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Coruscant, NRI HQ, Computing Dept.
Tech: It seems Palpatine was less worried about Syrnl's power than how Syrnl could be ideally used. Originally the Imps were trying to find a connection between what they referred to as Type Zero Magic, the Sleepers, and the Avatars. They found no connections to the Avatars, though Type Zero and the Sleeper powers were related. Then they tried to duplicate the Avatars. Those experiments led to something else.
*A sequences of images shows a series of dead bodies, all marked TERMINATED by the text running along the bottom of the file footage images*
Tech: The experiments of this installations were kept secret from all other installations, to ensure word never leaked to Cracken. They were trying to create a trump card for Cracken. According to these files they theorized that a Force-sensitive Avatar bearer would be ideal for the incubation of their... creation.
*The tech presses a button. A holo comes up of a shifting mass of light inside a cylindrical container*
Tech: They put something in Syrnl. And they put something in you. Masked, apparently, by the presence of the Avatar... undectable by anyone. Even the Avatars themselves.
*Deac shudders*
Deac: WHAT. WHAT DID THEY PUT IN ME?
*Deac is visibly shaking. Several lights begin to swing*
Beler: Deac...calm down. We'll fix it.
*Kioet lowers his weapon, without holstering it,leans back against the bar table, and scoffs*
Kioet: Well, I don't know about you all, but I'm out.
*Kioet leaves the cantina, and walks out onto the dusty street and makes his way to the docking bay where his shuttle is docked*
Irvine "I already could tell he was no fun. Trigger happy with no patience."
((Ack, sorry about skipping Tatooine))
Coruscant, NRI HQ, Computing Dept.
Tech: We... don't know, exactly, sir. We're still going through the files now that the decryption is complete. We have the complete description of the ah... creations, but we frankly don't understand the concepts the Imps were dealing with. They were handling material harvested from another dimension, sir... the one the Imps called, and we began calling as well, since they discovered it first... Universe Zero. The dimension your alien friend comes from... Termand Rwos. We were hoping perhaps... *He looks at Jil*
((Deac, feel free to play fill-in-the-blanks ;)))
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Mos Eisley Cantina
Aren: He'll be back when he realizes his shuttle's been stolen. In the meantime, Irvine, I'll just cut to the chase. I'd like to propose... shall we say... an alliance.
Farran: What?
Aren: In case you're considering just getting up and leaving, I encourage you to hear me out. I'm not proposing this lightly... believe me. I have reasons. Reasons you might like to hear.
*Upon arriving at the docking bay, Kioet sees that his shuttle has disappeared, in its place lies a VT-49 Decimator (
http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/thumb/e/e2/Vt49.jpg/300px-Vt49.jpg), a wary Mon Calamarian is sitting on the exit ramp*
Kioet: What the hell is this all about? Where is my ship!!? Answer!!!
Mon Calamarian: We had a deal. You were supposed to contact us once you located the ruins on Thyferra. We tracked your vessel, you were there, but you did not contact us.
Kioet: I found nothing there. Just a bunch of bacta plants.
Garstan: Nice try. *Garstan activates a holorecording, showing Kioet searching the wreckage*
*Kioet laughs*
Kioet: I should have known about the orbital satellites, but how were they able to track my cloaked vessel? How did you know where to find me?
Garstan: We weren't tracking your vessel.
((I dont mean to argue red & bd, but take in consideration that:
1) such said commander/O-5 should have been in the military for let's say between 15-20 (heck even 25) years.
2) in this 15-20 years he should have seen both Palpatine/Vader and Cracken deal with their underlings.
3) So for a third new lord to come in, such said O-5, should be aware enough to not question his superiours and follow-through with orders with no question.
4) ... Or else it would be his neck crushed via the force.))
*Mos Eisley Cantina*
*Irvine leans back in the chair looking stright at Aren.*
Irvine "Go on."
Tech #2: I'm afraid we can't tell what it is...
Beler: If it were harmful it's safe to assume you'd be dead by now. As for this kind of data...Deac...we need you ex-dimensional friend on this one.
*Deac reaches for the comm Rwos gave him*
Deac: Uh...Rwos...if you can hear this...we need some help. The Empire's found some info on the Sleepers, plus a whole load of other stuff we were wondering if you could help us with.
*Deac meanwhile is transfixed on the readout of the experimental subjects. The mech, and the other one, 087....*
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Enoy
*An unimpressive mining planet in Imperial Territory. Recently, reports of a disturbance reached the Imperial Sector overseer, reports of a rogue force adapt. A team of anti-jedi crack troopers has been sent to track him down*
Commander: Ok team, this guy's a total nut, and killed a few troopers. We're going to bring him down. Adepts!
*Two sith apprentices move up*
Adept: I can sense him. It's a fairly strong life force, but the force energy is fairly weak. We should be able to down it in no time.
Commander: Ok. MOVE OUT!
*The team rushes over the ridge to find a crimson figure in the centre of a blast crater, it's eyes burning with fire.*
Commander: By the...
*The soldiers open fire without hesitation. The figure turns to face them and begins to attack. Several soldiers go down to a crimson blade, while the rest scramble for cover. One of the sith adepts manages to link minds with the being, and hold it in place*
Adept: I've seen your kind of power once before, during the Vampire Crisis on Coruscant. I didn't realise there were more than two of you. Let's take a look inside and see what you-
*The adept reaches too far in and his head explodes in psychic feedback. However, the flame of the being burns out, leaving a battered human body in it's place. The surviving troopers run over*
Commander: Get him into a force cage and we'll take him back to Poderis for processing. We got any ID yet?
Trooper: Yeah, colony records give him no surname, no history before he got here. Turns out he had a wife and she got arrested a few weeks back, killed in the crossfire.
Commander: This thing got a name?
Trooper: Yeah...Gortick, apparently.
Kioet: I don't understand.
Garstan: Get on board. Seerdon will explain.
*Kioet climbs into the VT-49 after the mon calamarian*
Mos Eisley Cantina
*Right before Aren answers, Irvine's eyes dart in what seems a random direction giving a sort of thousand-yard-stare, then he turns his head towards that direction for a moment, pauses then turns back to Aren.*
Bilbringi
Agric: Yes, he shows great loyalty to my brother, he was also capable of smuggling an illegal weapon into the palace and getting past all the defences to attack me at point blank range. Loyalty and intelligence are a rare combination. Such men should not be wasted. All that remains is to convince him I did not kill my brother.
((Scar, what Red said.))
Jedi hanger
Flax: Yes, we leave now, if you're ready. We'll make a short jump to a local shipyard and then board our transport. I'll explain more once we're safely in hyperspace.
Elysium
Idona: Then lets not delay any further, if everyone will come with me we shall arrive at our destination momentarily.
*Idona takes the hunters down a short path to the creak where a group of twenty Valkyrie Hunters were standing around in full armor, helms glinting a little in the sun. When Idona approaches they snap to attention and form into two lines. Idona give a brief nod.
Shortly after the water in the creak begins to be drawn into the air forming into a lage circle capable fo fitting three people abreast, within the circle blood red streaks of light randomly bounce along the sids, each time a bolt of light hits the side it splits in two. In seconds the inside of the circle is entirely red, there is a brief flash and the red is replaced by an image of a small village square.*
Idona: Lets go.
*The valkryies step through the portal first and are then followed by the Rwos, Gillian, Reibe etc. with Idona and two more valkyries bringing up the rear.
They find themselves in the center of a pristine village, a few droids wandered around, but besides that it was lifeless, and the only noise was the footfalls of the droids*
Idona: This is the first world they attacked and the first village that fell. Given the conditions on the outside the Heloki came in at night and slaughtered everyone and everything as they slept. We are told that it is here we should look for the trail, so spread out and look for something out of place.
I do warn you, the inside of the buildings are far different, many are rather bloody... Remember we have an hour to find what we seek.
Heloki Attack Site
"We have to be quick then," Reibe murmured softly. She gestured for Alyssa to move in another direction and headed for one of the buildings. She slipped inside and closed the door behind her, looking around in the dim light. Idona had been right; the interior was quite bloody, though it was not easy to see, for most of the lights had also been smashed.
Using the Force to aid her vision, she swept through the building in about ten minutes. Nothing. With a sigh, she left the building and headed for another. At that moment, Alyssa came out of the one she'd been searching.
"Did you find something?" Reibe wondered. Alyssa shook her head thoughtfully.
"Not really," she answered. "Just something I thought you might enjoy trying to fix when you have a little time on your hands..." She handed a heavily damaged datapad to Reibe and headed off for another building. Reibe stared at the datapad for a long moment. Then, she sat down, putting her back up against a wall and examining the datapad carefully.
"Maybe," she murmured. And with that, she went to work at whatever restoration she might be able to do on this datapad...
((Scar, all counterpoints I could make aside, your post just showed him reciting what you wanted Agric to know, devoid of human reaction, for example fear of getting his neck crushed, or respect for the power that could crush his neck.))
Village
*Gilian closes her eyes*
Rwos: What species lived here? What sort of civilization was this?
Gilian: Humans. Blood scent never lies.
*Rwos looks at his comm*
Rwos: I’ve received a message. One moment…
*Rwos steps aside and listens to Deac's message*
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Bilbringi
Thiou: ...I see, m'lord. Excuse me, I will see to the assembly.
*Thiou heads back inside the palace gates, face a mixture of suspicion and something else*
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Hanger
Kaya: I'm ready.
((BD, I'm not clear on what the Jedi use for transport at this point. Could you clarify? Or, feel free to skip ahead in the interest of time, unless other people are going to show up that I've missed.
Sorry for the incomplete post, will do the Cantina scene next I get a chance.))
((Well, then i suppose all that my post really lacked was the thoughts of the character while he witnessed, reacted, and executed.
aw, nothing for Mos eisley? *waits a week for red to answer* j/k :p ))
((hard to plot kioet/zey/saurat/drey hmmm...maybe a dramatic scene....coming soon))
Jedi Hanger
Flax: Then we shall depart.
*They board a non-descript looking YT-2000 with a rather worn appearence. Inside the ship is clean and very well maintained. They head the cockpit and Flax drops into the pilot's seat while Allessa takes the copilot's chair.*
Flax: Normally the Black Wolf would have a crew of five but this will only be a short hop Core-ward so we'll do without the gunners, they're glad to get some leave anyway.
*The Frieghter lifts off, then ignites her engines and roars out of the hanger.*
Bilbringi
*Some time later, the Council chamber.*
*The Council is already seated when Agric enters and takes the head of the table. Many of the seats are empty.*
Agric: Thankyou for coming. Now shall we deal with my sudden re-appearence first, or the attack on our Empire?
Bilbringi, Council Chamber
*After a short silence one of the council members, this one being short and somewhat older member whom sat leaning forward with his hands enclosed to one another in front of his face. Between his elbows which rested on the table was the report which envolved the Soldier attempting to assassinate Aleric. He looked at Aleric and simply spoke.*
Member "Yes, I'm curious Mi'lord, taking in consideration with the event earlier with your new body guard Mi'lord. I take it that you have an open mind and a williness for compassion and understanding, so I speak in plain words, Mi'lord. If Lord Cracken is gone, what of his Children? If we are to secure the Empire, now under your rule, can we assume that there is no threat to the Empire? I have read rumors of not just a daughter, but mixed reports of a son, possibly twins."
Cantina
Aren: Let's be frank. You have certain supernatural powers. Powers that boththe possibly deceased Cracken and the Trandoshan you just beat up share. I do not know where you acquired these powers, and I highly doubt you understand what they are. Would I be incorrect in assuming that you both do not understand and are curious about these interesting supernatural powers?
*Farran looks at Irvine and Aren with a look of disbelief on his face*
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Bilbringi
Council Member 2: *sounding disgruntled, but with an undertone of fear to his words* The issue of Palpatine's line seems irrelevant. You come here to take power, Agric. You clearly expect our allegiance. What claim do you have to the rulership of this now-fragile Empire?
Irvine "I doubt my father is dead. Weither he'll come back in a month, a year, thirty-years no one can say. However. I've had first hand experience witnessing my father's power, and that clone of me. I was in the Imperial Center on Coruscant when those two fought, myself and Starr.
Aside from that confrontation, I have been assulted numerous times by that clone. His powers, when I wasn't on the receiving end of it, did spark my curiosity; that and witnessing your lizard friend. I came to find out a few things about these powers I now too possess.
But I doubt that you just want me around so I can learn my effectively use my powers. So, what's the real question you're asking? I'm willing to bet that you're going to want my help with something because as of right now with Cracken's and Cracern's dissappearences, I'm currently the only one in this galaxy with the abilities that I have, am I right?"
Aren: One of two, so far... don't forget the 'lizard'. He doesn't quite understand the extent of his abilities... unlike you Force-users, he's had no experience with this kind of power. We're tracking others, but we've been unable to pin them down quite yet. It's a big, big galaxy... though it's smaller than you might think.
*She takes a drink from her glass*
Aren: Seems curious that you haven't answered my question. Or does the Force-empowered son and grandson of two Siths simply not understand the concept of wondering what it means when you have a power understood by none... not even yourself?
Bilbringi
*Agric leans back in his chair.*
Agric: You both make good points. There is no credability in the line of Palpatine. My father lost the Empire through his insanity. My brother was weak, he believed he could walk the line between the light and the dark sides. You are not force-users. You do not understand the seductive nature of the dark side, even the strongest are ultimately into insane mockeries of their former selves.
I am not a Sith, nor am I a dark Jedi, nor do I restrict the use of my power to helping the needy, as those slaves on Coruscant do.
The New Republic is unwieldy and inefficiant. It is also a usurper. The Empire is the rightful ruler of the galaxey. I have come to restor the Empire to its former glory and shatter this tottering Republic. If you will not accept me as Emperor then I will take me fleet and leave. When I return I will have conquered the Republic and things will not go as well for you as they could now.
As to Cracken's children, I fear they suffer all the weaknesses of their father and grandfather combined.
Bilbringi
Councilman 1 "Of course not my Lord. I'm sure I speak for the other council members that we have an absolute certainty that you can rule the Empire just as capable as both your father and brother. How ever I mainly stroke up my question upon that basis of which if infact Cracken or any of his offspring should show during your administation, that a possible contest for such should occur.
It is never in the best of interests of the Empire for such to occur. It is an economic waste and even more so if and when manpower is envolved."
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Tatoonie
Irvine "Perhaps in light of my new powers. I've suddenly same across someone who's taken a direct interest in me. And hasn't taken that such interest in either Cracern or my father. Perhaps it was due to both's direct involvement in the Empire's affars that made it disconcerning. Where-abouts I am not offically tied with any Imperial affars, especally after the Koo with an astranged uncle whom now is running the show there...
You could say I'm being careful. So to answer your question, I ask one myself. From my take of things that you're running an interesting play yourself, one that goes deeper then what you're showing here. If you want to help me with what I have, then show me how deep your world goes."
*Irvine stands up and glares down at Aren...*
Irvine "Oh, and don't hold back either..."
*Kioet steps into the shuttle, and notices something out of place, Zey standing in front of Saurat*
Kioet: Why you little...
Zey: ...
Saurat: I know you secured a device from my "father"'s corpse. Why didn't you report to me?
Kioet: I found nothing.
Saurat: Indeed. *Saurat pulls out a small vibroblade and holds it to Zey's throat, Garstan's eyes widen*
Kioet: Go ahead, you think I care? She probably led you directly to me. Didn't you, Zey? I guess your boss wasn't dead after all.
*Saurat puts his vibroblade away*
Zey: ...
Kioet: Well, speak! What did you do to her, Saurat?
Saurat: *cackling*
Kioet: Alright, what was in that box that I recovered?
Saurat: In that box was a prototype shield, that once it's installed, puts a type of shield around an object, say, someone is shooting you, instead of focusing on defensive maneuvers, you can just stand there, the blaster fire, projectiles, shrapnel, etc gets "transported", where it gets transported to, only those foolish enough to attack in melee find that out, as they get sucked into it, as the one wearing the shield does not get touched.
Kioet: That sounds quite impressive. I will go and retrieve this for you...
Saurat: Good. See to it quickly then. I will be waiting.
*Kioet turns, pushes Garstan out of the way and leaves the ship, heading back to the cantina*
Saurat: Zey, follow him and make sure he doesn't do anything foolish.
Zey: Yes, master.
*Zey activates a stealth cloaking device and exits the ship, trailing behind Kioet*
Bilbringi
*Agric cocks and eyebrow.*
Agric: I'm sorry. Did you hear a word I said? Do you even understand Basic?
Which brings me to another point. I don't execute people for mistakes or dissagreeing with me. It results in Councils and Admiralties filled with idiotic yes men.
Councilman 1 "Then that being said, I'm sure that there can be someone here who can disagree with my previous statement, Mi'lord." *leans back in his chair* "I suppose you can blame the previous administrations for that, and mine as well." *thinking* 'I suppose that rules that out. He don't like to have idiots.. Let's see if he...'
"...That aside, you of course spoke of the galaxy should always be under Imperial rule, Lord Agric, I agree. I suppose that means that you want to assemble either a massive fleet? Or...?"
[Uh, Red, kinda need some more info on what you have planned here]
Flashback, Avatar Facility, Lokpihet System
*Deac is suspended in a chamber surrounded by blue light. He is unconscious. Scientists scurry around as a figure enters the room*
Man: Are we prepared?
CyberEyes: Yes. Syrnl believes he's undergoing a few diagnostic tests
Man: Fool. A damnable upstart, but a powerful one. The Order will be glad to be rid of him once this is over.
CyberEyes: But, my Lord, the last person we tried this upon...
Man: Our scientists have a new theory. It will require combination of the energy to produce a viable candidate. We found the perfect sample.
*A third chamber slides into position, containing a young man*
Man: We had a clone of Syrnl's son prepared to infiltrate his family should we need to dispose of him. We can use that to our advantage. Is the process ready?
Tech: Yes.
Man: Begin the fusion.
*A blast of energy fills each cylinder in turn, golden from Deac, black from Syrnl, and fusing into red in the third cylinder. A being of red fire appears, roaring*
Man: It appears we were successful...
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Some time later
*Two stormtroopers watch Deac and the red being in their chambers. Syrnl has left his*
Trooper: And I heard them say Princess Leia's disappeared...
Trooper 2: She's a do-gooder. Probably gone to give medical supplies to some backwater rim world or something..
*Suddenly the red figure roars and shatters both of the cylinders. The stormtroopers have enough time to swear before they die as alarms start to blare. The figure stomps out of the room, creating a large hole in the wall. Deac meanwhile wakes up, and looks around confusedly, and runs toward that hole. He finds himself running faster than before, then manages to swing a beam out of the way without touching it*
Deac: What...?
I have no time to explain. Trust me. If you want to stay alive you will listen to what I have to say. Pick up that pipe and go now!
((So, i take it that 1) red's busy,.. 2) Admiral is busy,.. 3) r15, deac and myself are waiting on red to post,... 4) bd thinks that i've writen yet another bad post and is just ignoring it until red posts after.
so how close am i? :D))
((Close, but I'm actually busy too!))
((aw i missed one huh? :D))
((Ookay... I'll post something... mainly because I can and I hope it will do a little to pressure Admiral into posting :p ))
Village
Several minutes later, Alyssa emerged from another building to find Reibe still seated against a wall, toying with the damaged datapad. She approached her former master, a little puzzled by her apparent lack of interest in what happened in the village.
"I sorta pictured you playing with that once we'd figured out where the Heloki are headed next," Alyssa said. Reibe looked up and smiled.
"Leave nothing untouched," she said, returning to her work. "Even this datapad may have a clue of..." The screen flickered and a buzzing noise was emitted. Frowning, Reibe tapped it against the wall behind her. The buzzing stopped and a vague image appeared on the screen.
"What is it?" Alyssa wondered slowly. Reibe shook her head.
"It looks like a video file, but it seems to be too corrupted to actually play," she answered thoughtfully. Alyssa took the damaged pad from Reibe and touched her fingers to the screen. A series of damaged images flashed across the screen and lodged themselves in Alyssa's memory, where she worked to restore them as best she could.
"Tatooine," she said slowly. "It's a video of something to do with Tatooine."
"That's a little cryptic," Reibe mused. Alyssa sighed.
"But it could just be somebody's mother telling them about life on Tatooine," she objected.
"Or a tour of Tatooine," Reibe agreed. "However, it could have prompted the Heloki to go there." She turned to Idona. "What do you think? Having seen whatever this was to do with Tatooine, would the Heloki go there? Or would they go somewhere else... with more to... 'offer' them?"
Scar, you're pretty much there.
I miss the glory days of the Cantina.
((Well its Christmas now, perhaps Red and Admiral with have some time.))
((should prolly start another RP just to get the RP-jones'n fix :p))
((I have some time again, but right now I'm settling in from jetting back home for winter break.
This whole university thing is more exhausting than I anticipated. :)))
((I have some time again, but right now I'm settling in from jetting back home for winter break.
This whole university thing is more exhausting than I anticipated. :)))
Heh. Ditto, what year are you? I'm 2nd (Of 3, excluding Masters)
Come on guys, I know you've all been online in the past week.
I don't understand why. I can't think of any new excuses for not posting. Would it help if we moved the thread to the Battlefront forum?
Life is a lemon, and I want my money back.
:firemad:
((Blagh, why couldn't you have had no excuses for not posting when I actually had time to post? ;P Even right now I'm supposed to be working on a bloody project. :(
Deac, check PMs.))
Tatooine
Aren: How do you know we haven't taken a direct interest in Cracern or your father?
*She smiles.*
Aren: I'm sure you want to give me the impression that you're holding all the cards. But all you've done is tell me just how little you understand of the powers you have, and just how much you want to know more. As they say where I come from, knowledge is power...
*She takes a drink*
Aren: If you're so concerned about being careful, then walk away right now. You may never have a chance to learn anything more about your 'new' powers, but at least you'll be the free man you want to pretend to be. Or...
Farran: You know what? I'm going to take that offer.
*Farran stands up. Aren almost imperceptibly cracks a smile*
Farran: I don't think you're going to tell anyone anything. I think you're too concerned with hiding your ****ing cards, covering your own ass. I don't know what your game is but frankly I no longer care. Artemis?
*Artemis reluctantly stands and joins Farran*
Farren: Goodbye, you... whoever the hell you are.
*He turns. Then a blistering sound whistles in the air, and he stiffens.*
Aren: Now that you mention it... the name's Robyn.
*She raises her hand, revealing a small blaster. Farran crumples. Artemis rushes to his side*
Farran: *gasping* Robyn... what?
Aren: Go ahead, Irvine. Make your move, if you're going to. You must be sympathizing with him right now... even if he is a rival of yours... or was that your clone? Funny how the two of you seem to keep overlapping...
((For the rest, waiting on Admiral. WJ might be out, by the way... >.< ))
((I shall fully update tomorrow but in recognition I shall post a bit, even though I have an exam.))
Hyperspace
*Flax swivels in the pilot's seat. in order to face Kaya.*
Flax: we are heading into the Deep Core, to a classified shipyard, the ship we will be using is officially de-commissioned and sold off to a private security company. Unofficially she's been upgraded and re-conditioned. She has a crack crew and a full fighter-wing. You've probably heard of her.
The Defiance.
((See, X-Wing linkage. Thus justifying it being in this forum.))
Hyperspace
Kaya: *nodding* You certainly don't believe in doing things halfway, do you?
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Bilbringi
Councilman 2: We apologize for our colleague, my lord... but it seems as if you are trying to insult our intelligence as well. You are presenting us with the illusion of choice - accept you now, or accept you later. But here is the choice as some of us may also see it. Accept you, or wait for Cracken to be confirmed dead or show himself. Your father was a good leader, and he inspired great loyalty... but he also has a reputation for being unforgiving to those disloyal to him. We have all heard the rumor that you killed him - but we do not even know that he is dead...
*The man leaves the sentence hanging*
Hyperspace
Flax: Not since my headhunter shot out of that hanger on Agamar 25 fives years ago with my father, mother, brother and sister left behind to get blown to bits by a TIE-GT.
Bilbringi
Agric: You are very brave councilman, you may think you are risking your life by confronting me. I wish to see the galaxey re-united under one banner, the Imperial banner. I cannot do that legitimately without your backing but if I do not have your backing I will attempt it anyway.
You can accept me now, or you can wait to see if I am successful, which I believe I will be. The choice is a real one, unless you are already certain I will win. In which case you are correct, you have only one choice.
This council will have to make a judgement, I suspect that is not something it is accustomed to do.
Tatoonie
Irvine "Should I, really? I mean you've giving me the opertunity to end it right now. But why should I really care? Farran was just like Cracern when it came to the separatists, someone whom could easily influence, Cracern had his connections with the loyalists and his appearence which presumably tied him with my father,..."
*Takes a sip of his drink ignoring Farren*
"... And Farren he offered his technology, which after considering the nature of it. I'm not enitirely sure even comes from this dimension. I come to this conclusion with the constant appearence of,..." *pauses* "What was his name,... Rollos was it? That gargoyle that Deac Starkiller seems to hang around alot. This with your intentions and interests with Farran and our friend Artemis here, you must be apart of that too, or am I mistaken?"
*Irvine raises his hand and smacks it on the table. It crumbles as he hits it.
The music and the normal ruckus of the cantina dies instantly as the lights dim and the air grows stale and cold.
Soon it was only Irvine, Aren, Farren and Artemis only in the dark room.*
Irvine "Ok, I made my move."
((Uh, Deac has never hung around K'Warra. He hangs around Termand Rwos.))
Bilbringi
*Another councilman speaks up*
Councilman 3: ...If your father is still alive, and returns to take up his position... what will you do? What would you have us do... assuming we accept your leadership now?
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Tatooine
Aren: Heh.
Artemis: Where...
Aren: By 'technology' you mean 'magic', don't you? What we call magic, anyway. You probably don't even know what I'm talking about, but you've started to smell it, whether you realize it or not, because it's in you now, too. Like an incurable infection. The more you use it, the worse you get. *to Farran* Nothing to say, Ariel?
Farran: You... all this time...
Aren: *sarcastically* Ah yes, it's all falling into place isn't it?
Artemis: *to Irvine* Cracern... if that really is you... what are you doing? This woman is dangerous. Miss Aren, I don't know what game you're playing, but I would appreciate it if---
Farran: Artemis. Shut up. She's a Blade.