Scev winced toward the door, as if he had felt something, like a nudge in the Force. He looked at his master, who apparently didn't sense anything. Implying that his master's senses were greater than his, he decided to ignore it, if there was anything at all.
"So we're searching for information and the sith we can't let them vapourise another planet!" Damien shouted worried.
"Is this is a big mission we're going to be doing ourselves or are you sending us all around the galaxy to find information ourselves?" he asked.
Then he felt something weird something bad in the force and he stepped over by the lift but didn't enter. "Hmm" he mumbled.
"Do we have a place to start this investigation?" San'kra asked. "All journeys must have a begining so we can arrive at an end, whatever it may be."
"Hey Ugly, need a lift?" a smug voice behind Kharel said. He turned and saw a hover car with three gangster like people in it and then one of them said "What? You didn't hear me? That's right, you have no ears!" They started laughing at him and he got angry. Very angry. He leaped from his position on the wall to their car, which was about four meters, proceeding to knock two of them out of it with one swing of his staff. They fell screaming to their deaths. The third tried to fire off a shot with his blaster, but missed and disintegrated when Kharel touched him. The car was too small for him. Stupid car. Stupid gangsters. Stupid world. He looked around and decided to make due with what he had.
Watching the trail of Jedi knights and Masters walk into the building of the Chancellor seemed quite suspicious. Peering over them one by one passing through the window into another room which was closed off from the outside so no one could see. Disil had waited an hour or so until the jedi had stopped flourishing in and since then he had felt numerous jumps in the force. He knew this meant something bad, but what it was...was unclear to him. Deciding to focus on that one room was had with all the chatter amongst them, but what he picked up from it was a holocron being played...
"Here it is....Never defeat me.....Jaru'un....Carried out this first test.......You have exactly one month to acquiesce."
Disil felt great fear from all in the room after the holocron was played, and the Chancellor's fear was the most noticeable...
From what he heard he put together the pieces..
"Jaru'un,"it has something to do with the destruction of Jaru'un. "Never defeat me"....Some kind of strong evil power, most likely a faction of the Sith or the Sith,
"Carried out this first test,"The first test was Jaru'un, and a new Sith Lord is responsible...But how, how is it possible?
"You have exactly one month to acquiesce."....This is.. is not good, at all, I must speak with them to see what else they know.."
Disil made his way down to the entrance of the Chancellor's building. He stepped in and took the lift up to the next lift room. He would wait there until the others would return from the Chancellor's room. The guard looked at him..
"What do you want?"
"I'm waiting, Disil replied"
Suddenly, it looked like a lightning had struck Daeragh.
"Master, what is it?" His young Padawan asked.
"I sensed a disturbance in the Force, young Tara. We must get to the Senate, quickly."
The two then quickly went to the hangar to get a speeder to rush to the Senate. Tara entered the pilot's seat and Daeragh's the passenger's. Tara turned it on and they flew off.
"Master San'kra, there has been some leads on ancient Sith worlds that bleed artifacts and holocrons of their kind. Maybe we should investigate one of these worlds?" Scev suggested to the group of people.
"Those artifacts that you speak of have been burried in those planets' surfact thousands of years ago. I doubt we'll find information on the to date superweapon there." Diath said.
Scev folded his arms again, seeming a little frusterated.
"Where else is there to look? Do you want us to fly across deep space until we find this weapon? Impossible!"
"Calm down, Scev." Narthen demanded. Scev looked at his mentor, and slowly lightened his feelings.
"So you wish for us to travel to worlds veiled in darkness?" San'Kra asked Scev. "It shall be foolish to go where our vision is clouded by the Siths Power. One does not just visit these worlds to find artifact of the Dark side without confronting the taint it always possesses."
"It's too dangerous!" shouted Damien over the argument. "We can't step into worlds of danger just like that! What if is nothing special there and one of us gets killed for nothing we have no clue of where they are we can't just jump into any old planet we must think of what to do next" said damien wisely.
"What's wrong Jedi, scared of a little danger?" Mocked Steven.
"Hum. Strange," Daeragh stated.
"What is it Master?"
"The disturbance...I don't feel it no longer. Like it is...cloaked. But let's continue. I think we may be of use to the Chancellor."
((KotOR[Evan], please don't char control. Although that's exactly what Narthen would have said anyway, so no problem this time. Grace, you can control Diath for your meeting.))
"Calm yourself, Damien," Narthen said in a silky voice. "No need to shout continually."
"Pardon me for a moment," Diath said to the assembly. "Yes, of course we'll finish our previous business, Merideth," he continued to Katya. "Shall we step into another room?"
"Yes, it could be quite dangerous to travel to one of those worlds," Narthen remarked. "Especially given the fact that even the presence of that one small holocron seems to have set most of us on edge already."
OOC:
I thought in MSN you said I could control Diath and Narthen? If not, I must of mis-read. And um, my bad :D
((No, I said Diath. :xp: But it doesn't matter. You have a good idea of his character, anyway. No harm done. :D))
OOC:
Ah, alright, problem solved.
DL + KR = Diath
DL = Narthen :o
San'kra Mez looked over at the chancellors desk where the holocron still laid. He walked over to it and picked it off of the table, he examined it carefully looking at every angle and engraveing carefully. "Perhaps the best place to start is to find where this came from. Answers will be held wherever this came from."
The duo eventually reached the Senate building and Tara parked the speeder. The two pulled their hoods up and made their way onto the gigantuous building. Daeragh walked onto the counter.
"Excuse me," He told the recepcionist.
"Yes?"
"Me and my apprentice need to see the Chancellor. Urgently."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Oh, by the Force..." Tara mumbled as she walked onto the counter and unclipped her Lightsaber, smashing it onto the counter. It was an electrum Saber. It was decorated with gold parts mostly. Three gold "switches" where seen and behind it was a piece of beautiful black leather. Under it where three golden rings and under them, around the hilt where about 12 black grips. Under it then where three more golden rings, which served as a cap. The button that clipped her Lightsaber onto her belt clip was between two of the black grips.
"Oh. I see. You may walk in. Last story in the building."
Tara took her Lightsaber out of there and clipped onto her belt again as she and Daeragh entered the elevator.
"Don't try to intimidate people with your Lightsaber unless it is truly necessary."
"It was truly necessary Master."
"In your point of view perhaps."
"Points of view are just words."
"Yet words are just points of view."
Tara seemed to not heard that last sentence, as she had her eyes closed.
"Tara?"
She did not reply.
"What are you doing my Padawan?"
"I'm playing Pazaak on my mind. Helps to prevent people from entering my mind and to prevent boring moments."
Daeragh sighed and the two stopped talking.
"Pardon me for a moment," Diath said to the assembly. "Yes, of course we'll finish our previous business, Merideth," he continued to Katya. "Shall we step into another room?"
Katya smiled and stood. "Of course," she agreed. She followed Diath out of the room. Once the new room had been entirely cleared of any sort of bug, she handed a thin folder.
"The design for the fighter prototype was almost too easy," she said. "Hardly protected at all. The prototype itself was a little more of a challenge. Anyway, the prototype's in a secure garage fifteen blocks from here. The proper security system bypass info is in the folder."
"In two days, the Republic will retrieve the prototype in a so-called 'prototype recovery'," Diath said. "Sienar reported the theft just this morning. We'll confiscate the prototype, have our top engineers figure it out, and then return it."
"Did it occur to you that Sienar were making the fighter for the Republic?" Katya inquired. Diath cocked his head.
"If that had been the case, you wouldn't have stolen it," he pointed out. Katya smirked.
"Ah, right," she agreed. "There is that. So, payment?"
"Transferred this morning," Diath answered. Katya took out a small, handheld device and checked. Then, she nodded.
"Then, this is done," she said. "You know how to contact me with further information on the new job."
And so, she left, coming out of the Senate building and fading into the crowded streets.
"What do you want?"
"I'm waiting, Disil replied"
Heh, what I want, for you to die. "I want your name so I can allow you up." I said flatly, it'd be easy to kill him now, too easy, but I didn't want to cause a stir in the Senate until later, then nothing would stop me. I saw two more Jedi coming my way, looks like I had hit the information jackpot.
Jaran and K-7 stood in a wet deserted alleyway. Not the filthiest alleyway Jaran had ever seen, but filthy enough that he decided that nobody would want to come back here. While speeders overhead would be adequate to muffle the discharge of a blaster.
"Listen here chum, word around says you've got connections with the big fish. So you figure out which one could use 50,000 worth of spice and tell them about me. Here's the direction to the landing pad where my ship is on." Jaran asked the Twilek who sat against wall. Jaran pressed his double barrelled blaster against the man's cheek. He pulled out a datapad and handed it to him.
"Alright, I can do that." The Twilek replied.
"You don't get paid, after I make a sale. Don't even think about going to the authorities."
The elevator stopped and the doors slid open as the two got out. At the end of the hall, they could see a guard and another person.
"Me and my Master need to see the Chancellor."
"And I require your names, if you would be so kind as to give me them, I'll tell the chancellor you're on your way up." I said flattly to them as well. I was pleased with this, but I wouldn't let them know this. They would all be dead eventually, but my current concern was only identifying them.
Still not unavailing his hood he took it off and raised an eyebrow to the guard and smirked. Disil saw two other jedi walk in.
"My names Disil, and I'll go with them up to the Chancellors room."
He walked into the lift
"So are we going to some dangerous unheard planet or not it seems that we don't have a clue what we're doing" said Damien who then sat down.
Damien closed his eyes and thought about the guard for no reason then he ould see in his mind that the guard's face had changed and the guard swap was not for another hour. He felt uncomfortable.
"My name is Tara Keto, and my Master is Daeragh Skirata. We need to see Chancellor Diath urgently."
"Looks like your not the only one needing to see the Chancellor, theres about 7 or 8 more jedi up there"
Tara turned her attention onto this Disil, or so she heard.
"That is why it is important Disil," Daeragh said before she could even move her lips.
"Well, lets head up, I don't want to miss too much of what were supposed to know since we're a little late as is."
(Hey, Disil, i think the door to the Senator's chambers is right ahead of us.)
"Yes, my Master says it is of most urgent matter," Tara replied.
"Right go on up." I said "Chancellor, three coming up to see you, more Jedi" I started getting this strange feeling I was being watched. What would they do though, they could just come up and do anything without any proof. Even if they did though I was ready. We would see what would happen.
Tara and Disil both entered the lift at the same time but Daeragh still had a last glance at the guard before entering the lift as well. There was something fishy with him...
Jaran and K-7 arrived back at the ship. No use checking out the taverns, being dry of silver. Jaran would just have to stick to eating the substandard rations he kept on his ship. Yet he had plenty of booze and cigars to keep him company, as well as K-7. Kell closed the loading ramp and propped himself up against one of the crates.
"I knew Corusant was a bad idea. These Core Worlds are boring if you ask me. I was born on the rim, and I'll die on the rim."
"Most likely, the outer-rim is very dangerous for an organic being such as yourself." K-7 said.
"Blockhead like yourself wouldn't understand. The rim is freedom, mystery, and adventure. Frontier life. Nothing beats that."
"I do not understand. But what will be our next course of action after the sale?" K-7
"Use the money to refuel and reoutfit the ship. Then perhaps purchase some authentic Corusant luxury items. They fetch a good profit out there on the black, and we might as well since we are here. Then we scramble. Now keep an eye on the ship will you, I'll be at my bunk."
(O, well i thought the lift goes up like an elevator, lol, or its just me)
They reached the Chancellors room and the door opened, there stood 7 or 8 jedi along with Diath. Disil stepped in and listened in on the conversation.
Scev looked at the newcombers to the party.
"Diath," he began. Diath looked toward him. "How many more are you intending to bring? If this mission is as dangerous as you say, numbes that are high would just be a waste of lives."
Diath didn't reply.
"Thank you for coming, fellow Jedi." Diath said to the group.
"Not at all," Tara replied, pulling oher hood down simultaneously with her Master.
"Well, i see this is quite crowded," Daeragh noticed.
Damien flopped down onto the floor and closed his eyes thinking deeply. He said in his mind.
"They do not know what to do but I think i do i'll have to travel to one of the distant planets know ans Fego" he thought his mind looking far across the galaxy. "I do not know what i will find there apart from something dark" he said to hismelf in a whisper and he got up and slowly walked into the lift hopefully no one noticed but you never know.
Disil slowly unveiled his hood,
"We are no waste of lives, we are... help, now, we must have missed some, so if you would be so kind as to fill us in, we can carry on."
Narthen noticed Damien slipping into the lift, and shook his head. "Come back," he said. "We really can't have you wandering off by yourself, you might get hurt or something."
"Enough," Diath said firmly. "This has obviously set most of us on edge. I suggest we leave, get some decent rest if possible, and reconvene tomorrow at the same time. Unless someone has any further questions or comments? Daeragh, Disil, Tara, I'm sure the others can fill you in on what has transpired so far."
((Okay, Damien, if you want to mention your flash of insight, you can do it either now or later. Thanks to your uncanny ability, one party will be going to Fego. San'kra will have one of those annoying Jedi dreams, and he'll be leading another party to Lau. This also gives us a reason to bring in Count Verilicus, since we'll be needing a new ship.))
"Well then..."
Disil Looked around
"Anybody want to give me the short version?"
Damien jumprd back out of the lift and walked back to the Jedi with his head down.
"I had a strange vision i see some of you may not believe me and that's fine but i'm sure of what I saw, It was a planet called Fego and all i can see is complet darkness clouded by the sith someone or myself could go?"
Scev pointed his had at Disil.
"Sith want the galaxy, super weapon of power, a month to take action, or republic dies." he said. "Long story short."
San'kra placed the holocron back on the Table and bowed at the Chanellor. "I shall return tomorrow."
He left the room and took the elevator down to the bottom, on passing the gaurd he noticed it wasn't the same as the one before but that did not matter to him.
After a breif journey he arrived at the Temple and went strait to his assigned sleeping quarters. Like most jedi his room was plain with no possessions other than his Sabre and three sets of robes. He lied down on the bed and quickly fell to sleep.
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The Jedi found himself standing in the middle of a burnt out forest, every tree was without life, black and chared. The floor he stood on was dry and cracked, So spoiled no life would ever grow their again.
San'kra looked up to a tall black tower, he senced pure evil resided their and the darkest Side of the force. They floor beneth him began to tremble and shake, the tower began to tumble and fall apart.
Suddenly he found himself being lifted into the sky and out of the Atmosphere. He saw that he was standing on a large island on a planet made of water. He moved backwards away from the planet rapidly gaining speed untill he found himself back on coruscant looking out at a star that seemed to burn brighter than the rest.
"Lau." A voice wispured all around him.
"You weren't clear enough...what's your name? Anyways, i understood that the Sith want the galaxy of course, they have super weapon of power and we have a month to take action or the Republic dies. Am i correct?" She inquired.
"Well sounds.. just dandy eh? Any idea where to start? The one with visions.. Um Damien if I'm not mistaken, he says that the planet Fego is a Sith planet, any more details other than that?"
Shuji had remained silent and seated as the room began to fill with jedi, as the holocron played, as Diath took the ditz, Meradith to have a conversation and she never returned. He even kept quiet through the whole yelling conversation and even more jedi arriving, through visions and talking, oh was it grating his nerves.
Shuji got up, he emanated hatred, but he was one who was not tainted or corrupted by it, only imbeciles couldn't keep themselves from becoming corrupted by hate, and considering all Jedi allowed themselves to believe they'd become corrupted, and usually did, then all jedi were morons, idiots, imbeciles, and absolutely ignorant of how to exist in the force.
Shuji approached Diath, "I've had enough for one day, so if you feel in some weird way that you might need my help, then you'll have to do a whole lot of convicting, convincing, and apologising."
"Well it hasn't alway been a sith planet" said Damien sitting down. "It was a beatiful planet i stopped by there once with my father when I was little and few years later I came back the purple trees were now deep red and it was cold we fled because soem troops tried to attack us and i don't know much more about the planet," Damien then said sighing "The sith invaded the Planet a while ago."
"Shuji," Diath said slowly, "It is entirely your decision whether you decide to come along or not, just as it was entirely your decision about... you know." His voice trailed off. "Nobody's going to force you to stay here."
Shuji stood arms akimbo, this was more than insulting, it was like cutting open an old wound and pouring salt in it. Shuji slammed his hand down on the table, "it was not my decision last time, you and the others chased me off like it was a witch hunt, and you know it!!!" Shuji said in a low and menacing voice.
"Be glad these jedi are here, or that last comment would have had your hand on the floor in a bloody heap!" At this last menacing statement, Shuji turned and stormed out of the room, and into the lift.
He exited the the lift swiftly when it got to the botttom, and ignoring the lift guard he moved on. A second guard who had seen most of the jedi enter the lift approached him, "hey, I don't remember yooouuuu!!! Hey!" The man shouted as Shuji lifted the man up and threw him aside with a weak form of force crush.
Shuji exited the building swiftly, and melded himself into the crowd. He kept walking, not too sure where he was going, he felt as though his empathy were pulling him somewhere, so he followed.
Damien was still thinking of the first time he went to Fego on a holiday and then the second time when they had to escape.
He had just noticed an argument arupt and someone stormed out of the room.
"Oh dear" Damien whispered slightly chuckling.
Oh dear indeed, Diath thought, turning towards the rest of the group.
"Well, Damien," he said, "If you're so certain that there is something worthwhile on Fego, that will be one of the places we look." Sure, Damien might seem addlebrained at times, but he had flashes of insight the rivaled thost of most Jedi Masters.
Narthen frowned at Diath in disapproval, but did not feel the need to remark on it. "Very well," he said. "While you work out the details, or get some rest as was suggested earlier, I shall go find out as much as I can about this 'Fego.'" Back to the Jedi Archives it was. Research had always been one of his favorite things. As he left, he noticed the change in the guard briefly, but thought little of it. After all, one person could hardly stand in the same spot forever.