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Sasuet Dnurs	Re: You lien' two timin' sons of......	#4721	[-]
Posts: 128 (05/11/09 1:38) The Boss Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Sasuet looked her over as she spoke. She made good eye contact and had good posture, either she was telling the truth or an experienced liar. Who knows what else Mandolorians trained for besides combat, he was hoping she would would continue to impress him though. "Well then, is their sufficient evidence?" His eyes shot down towards one of his most trusted colleagues writhing on the floor in pain and agony. She looked serious enough in her accusations, he hoped she had proof.
AvadreiaLacroix	Re: Frosty and a Fever (Avadreia LaCroix)	#4722	[-]
Posts: 658 (05/11/09 1:42) Galactic Iron Lady Imperial Ice Princess Elite Grand Moff Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	"I suppose," Avadreia mused to herself as she moseyed up the boulevard. The notion of executing litterers was probably something that would outrage the university students who had nothing better to do with their lives but to shriek with hysterics about fascism and oppression. As if these fools, with their subsidized tuition and their free speech zones, had the barest understanding of what it takes to run a municipality. Avadreia had spent over a year as Prefect of Adascopolis, and so appreciated the effort it took to keep it in order. "I must remember to call the new Prefect. Such nonsense would never have flown when I was prefect of this city," she declaured haughtily. Avadreia buried her hands in the pockets of her silvery-black fur coat and tried to decipher what he was saying. It took her several moments of uncomfortable silence to puzzle it out in her mind before she could respond to his question. "There seems to be some disagreement about my value to the Empire," said Avadreia casually, her blue eyes glancing up as a wing of Imperial TIE fighters screamed across the sky above them. She watched them until they disappeared on the other end of the canyon formed by the metropolis. "According to some, I have some kind of rectal blockage involving lengthy cyllindrical objects and spikes, and am therefore not worth the laser charge it would take to destroy a small child, let alone a realistic threat." She sighed and gave a humorless smile. "And on the other hand, I have four highly-trained killers that follow me around from the moment I leave the office until the moment I enter my residence, and then on the way back. Perhaps it has more to do with my rank--a Moff being assassinated is bad publicity, after all--than me personally. Besides, four guards fits my lifestyle better. Could you imagine me here, leading a parade just to get to my hotel?"
LillyTenshine	Re: Fun at the Casino(Lilly)	#4723	[-]
Posts: 2 (05/11/09 3:03) Adept Mando'ad Power Spammer Haat, Ijaa, Haaít Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Lilly looked up from her game, she was only 16 and her dark brown hair was braided tightly and her dark blue eyes watched the man. She herself wore a simple brown tunic, pants and knee high boots. She was clean and she wasn't use to people speaking to her. "I agree they can, but then again if you know how to play one can be lucky, it's nice to meet you Alucard." A faint smile touched her lips and her eyes seemed to shine a little bit. "My name is Lilly Tenshine, what brings you to Nar Shadaa?" If he listened her voice in truth was very soft, almost child like but it carried a sign song quality to it like a creek bubbling over rocks.
Axl Bailey	Re: Grease monkeys of the galaxy unite ( Anna Sachae, open)	#4724	[-]
Posts: 337 (05/11/09 6:49) Ace Pilot Smart Ass Call me Crash Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	The fighter ace largely ignored the drunken fat guy who seemed hellbent on being a pain in the arse, and gauging by the young woman's laughter, she was used to his abhorrant behaviour. Axl raised an eyebrow as the woman pulled the wiring cover open and retreived the hydrospanner, " eerrrrrr, yeah I forgot about that, see my problem is when I get hot headed, I tend to just wade in like a Rancor at a gate?" She began looking around inside the engine bay and noted his Starboard charge funnel wasn't aligned properly, he caught the smirk and gave one back himself! " So you know your stuff? The problem is the wiring has frayed and shorted out! My boost dropped and it affected the hyperdrive. Look a little harder and you'll see why it's out by that much! I've bypassed it from the Hollow Cathode to keep the engines cooler than normal and boost the charge I get from it! She's fifteen percent faster than the original design , but that's probably what caused my wiring short! I was going to insulate it to prevent friction from eroding the wires but I ran out of money!" Axl shrugged, " I do know what I'm doing you know, but when you are on a budget, sometimes you have to cut corners!" Axl gave the woamn a smirk, and looked at her uniform once more " Not all of us are privvy to an expense account to keep one in parts and servicing that would prevent my problem!" He extended a hand, "I'm Alex, Alex Brierly and I'm hooked on flying babies like these and fixing or modifying them! You seem to know your stuff, I'm guessing by the grit under your finger nails, you are a techie?" Axl smiled and turned back to his ship, " You know I wouldn't say no to some help and if I had to I'd pay you back, like I said when cash is tight, I don't have much to work with!" The hotshot pilot wasn't feeling so hotshot now he had revealed his lack of funding contributed to the second rate upgrades on the X7, still if he'd sold his old Y-wing he could have done a first class job on this TIE.
Darth Grimm	Re: Absolution Evolution and Progression (Attn: Kat, MSG for invite)	#4725	[-]
Posts: 68 (05/11/09 2:34) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	In a moment, the blue light emitted from the staff shimmered, and then all at once went dead. The staff completed this gesture by igniting the half-meter blade, brightening the corridore with a much more powerfully blazing lightsaber. It spat and crackled, then calmed into a single solid bar of crimson light. Where Aden had gotten the lightstaff was a mystery, although Kat had seen the lightsaber in it's original, more compact form in the hands of the False Sith Grimm. The droid that had been programmed to think that it served the Dark Side of the Force, and had carried an inert replica of the weapon had succeded at stalling the Jedi to this very moment. Suddenly it all became clear. "It is no matter," he said, addressing her concern for his well-being. "The momentary lapse in my emotional state has passed, and I am not yet maddened by the Sith method of using the Force. In any state, I am as fit as possible and I will find no discomfort in our spar." To illustrate, he turned away from the staff, exposing his right side to her, but the weapon in his right hand spun like a dark blur, whereas only the glowing blade trailed beautifully in the dim lighting. The movement was so quick that the gentle ending with the base of the spear nestled under the same arm and the blade blazing towards his former Master, that it seemed a very Jedi-like ending to a very Sith-like beginning. Since he didn't stomp his foot in the traditional Sith ending to a display of weapon finess, he seemed very much in Jedi-Ready, though his weight was centered on his pivot foot, his right, instead of the other way around. A spear was a very different weapon than a lightsaber. Last Edited By: Darth Grimm 05/11/09 2:43. Edited 1 times.
Alto Santori	Re: Mob Politics (Rebels)	#4726	[-]
Posts: 404 (05/11/09 4:57) Rebel Adept The Sniper Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Alto grumbled to himself as he stared down at the picture of his wife and his kids. For the past couple of months he had been on a wild goose chase for his son, whom a tip had led him to believe was still alive. Upon hearing this news Alto asked for a few months leave so he could go and search for his son whom he thought was dead. The search had been highly unsuccessful and had only rekindled the pain Alto had learned to hide away for so long. Those dreams and all of that pain had come flooding back to him and even despite Nomad and Tal's warnings not to go, what kind of man would he be if he had just stood by and let his son go on without him. Either way, Alto had come to the conclusion that even if his son were alive, he would probably be better off without Alto, a realization that had been a huge blow to Alto. He had not told anyone he was coming back yet except for Nomad. Nomad alone knew he was on the ship, but Alto being the dramatic person that he was, wanted to surprise the rest of the crew, especially Tal. For some reason the whole time he was gone he had missed Tal. They had a good relationship despite all the arguing and Alto would never admit it, but Tal kept his head screwed on right. With that thought, he stood upright and prepped his weapons. He was going very lightly, boasting only his A-280 and a very small blaster pistol and his trusty vibro knife. With all of that, he walked out the door and down the hall out to where everyone was. As he was walking out, he came out to see Tal running and then diving into the water. His dramatic comeback had been foiled by the blasted Nautolin! He looked up at Nomad and then shrugged his shoulders and put his rifle around his shoulders and took off running. He ad already retrieved the underwater equipment but he did not put it on yet. The water struck him and he was freezing and he let out a loud and pissed off yel before he quickly put on his equipment and began to look around. He realized how cold it was and pressed the button on his ghost uniform which automatically began to warm his body up. He let out a sigh of relief and then listened to Tal. He grinned and said "Aye aye Cap'm!" Alto knew Tal would recognize his voice and he just grinned waiting for him to see .
Anna Sachae	Re: Grease monkeys of the galaxy unite ( Anna Sachae, open)	#4727	[-]
Posts: 1416 (05/11/09 5:15) Imperial Deserter Genius Technician Law-Abiding Criminal Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Anna took his hand and shook it. "If you've paid for docking and repairs, you've paid for my services. First Lieutenant Anna Sachae, ISB R&D and maintenance. If you had money, I'd bet you that I can get this thing flying again within the hour, and if I get two hours I can make it better than it was before." Looking back into the engine, she started running through the schematics in her head. "Yeah, a stronger current would completely strip your wiring. There's an easier way to fix it, though. If you've got a problem with low conductivity, I'd suggest switching not the insulation, but the wires themselves. We've got some seriously slick Firkran-copper compound cables back there that would support this build, but I'm not sure how many I could requisition for a civilian repair. It would support the mod, just not allow for any more push." Her frown evidenced her displeasure at not being able to do everything she wanted to this ship. "Sorry about that. I'm pushing my 'expense account' already, and R&D gets a pretty @%*+ big one to work with." Taking another couple of seconds, she looked back into the engine. "Now, the only problem I see with your hyperdrive is your main input feed to the computer got cut off. Happens sometimes when there's a sudden jolt inside the engines. See, ion engines are incredibly low-maintenance, so they're not meant for constant work. The hyperdrive doesn't have the same casing as most do, so the feeds can get disconnected easily if you do anything extensive."
RC 9051 Nomad	Re: Mob Politics (Rebels)	#4728	[-]
Posts: 3642 (05/11/09 5:22) Elite Clone Commando Mand'alor Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Nomad smiled at his long time friend before he left. As he walked the city to where the crowd of warriors had gathered Nomad thought about Alto's recent quest to find his son. Nomad had attempted to help in his search, but his resources were spread out thinly as it was and as much as it killed him, he couldn't help. Perhaps after this whole thing with the Sith was over he could use some resources, get his own private team of volunteers to help search for the boy. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind as he reached where the crowd of volunteers were waiting and walked through them. He was let in as the crowd examined the large Mandalorian walking amongst them. Some gaped at the weapons he had at his side, some were just amazed at his armor, and this only made Nomad smile. His team followed in suit, their armor not as glamorous as Nomad's but their weapons were pretty impressive. He stepped up to the large platform that was in front of all the Man Calamari and Quarren gathered together. The two leaders were already there and motioned for him to do what he had promised. Make them into an army. "Alright, listen up!" Nomad shouted out, his voice amplified by his helmet. "From this point on you are now soldiers of the Rebellion, and I am your General. What I say you do without question or hesitation. My job is to supply you with the training that will give you your freedom, but if you don't want it that's fine, you can leave now." Nomad waited and watched to see if anyone left, but no one did, so he smiled. "Very good. We're going ot split you up into groups. Each of my men spcializes in something, and you'll find out what that will be in a few minutes." with that, they started to organize the people into groups and their training would soon begin!
Anija Ordo	Re: You lien' two timin' sons of......	#4729	[-]
Posts: 406 (05/11/09 5:49) Mando'ad Adept Xan's Riduur "Mando'ad draar digu." Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Anija frowned. She was tense. The head of security still writhed on the floor at her feet. Kicking him soundly in the ribs, she lifted her gaze to the man behind the desk. "Elek, there is evidence. Unfortunately, your men bound me so I can't reach it..." She turned a scathing gaze towards the man on the floor and his subordinate. After a moment, she looked back over at the man behind the desk. "I didn't catch your name, but you obviously know mine..."
Apoll yon nuruodo	Re: The Best of Intentions.....Or not? (Lyon)	#4730	[-]
Posts: 4022 (05/11/09 7:55) Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	"A bounty…"the Chiss made a soft swivel around the room taking in havoc stricken surroundings of lab's samples and sealed doors and broken droid by his desk, nothing seemed to be helping, he needed something…anything to be of assistance. The quarantine had done an even more thorough job at retaking the place, now this Mandalorian was going to stop his trek in the outer rim territories this day, she must have been faster than he was, having been trained to wear the green armor and the way she stood promised revenge. The blue imperial operative slowly sheathed his pistol, clearing the soot combination of saliva that clogged his throat, a tone of exasperation signaling his defeat, "I cannot match you warrior, but you need my help to leave this place." Would the ploy work? What a way to end, buried under ground with an enemy! "I know a single entrance other than the place I barely escaped from" he motioned behind the fallen desk and through a makeshift tunnel; the hole was collapsed and pieces of wood protruded from rock and rubble. "Aha!" the blue male hastened unto another broken droid, the medical machine which plagued Lyon's operations with inadequate performance, he remembered for a moment then the amusing jokes between the two, such useless emotions the Chiss concluded and looked over to his familiar prey to hunter female. "Do you know anything about droids? If we can repair this," Lyonflipped over a few pieces of cracked metal and an assortment of wires. "The laser torch can destroy this blast door, in time of course. The prospect seemed slim; likely the two would die of starvation than pierce the armored door. "We need to make this more powerful though," the imperial operative imagined, "what charges your suit, any power supplies?" the words where followed by a detailed destruction of his KDY pistol as he rigged the appropriate wires across one another. A rumble and the Chiss stood erect for whatever came through, his ruby eyes scanned again and the noise grew louder, a crash followed by sinking of the roof above the two figures caused Lyon to shout, "Watch out!" as he dove to the other side of his former desk, cracks quickly formed in the ceiling and dropped numerous objects, one struck the desk the Chiss hid behind and pierced the piece of furniture, unluckily striking the imperial in the head, crimson blood sprayed from a large gash as a result.
BethanyKismet	Pull Me Under	#4731	[-]
Posts: 73266 (05/11/09 8:41) TJO Jedi Master A Soft Light In the Dark Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	The Emperor's Flag Ship Orbit above Endor Lost in the sky Clouds roll by and I roll with them Arrows fly Seas increase and then fall again The sound of footsteps echoed across the durasteel deck. It was the only sound in the huge metal cavern that the Emperor claimed as his own audience chamber. Bethany Kismet, Jedi Healer, kept her focus forward, emerald eyes focused not on the looming throne, but on the verdant jewel of a forest moon through the huge view port behind it. It floated like a serene ball of cool moss in the black vastness of space behind it. She focused on it, not on the crimson clad guards flanking her, not the Admiral a half dozen steps ahead. Not on the throne. Not on the man waiting there for her. This world is spinning around me This world is spinning without me Every day send future to past Every breath leaves me one less to my last She was clad all in white, her usual high necked tunic and flowing garments had been allowed to her. She had been in Imperial custody for only a few days, and had been thus far been treated largely with a grudging respect and distance. Other than the fading bruises from her interaction with the Crimson Guard (which one? Was it one of these two? She couldn't tell), she was unharmed. She wondered how long that would last. Watch the sparrow falling Gives new meaning to it all If not today nor yet tomorrow then some other day Admiral Disra, leading their procession, stopped, bowing stiffly at the waist before the throne of the robbed figure. Emperor Plageuis. She stopped, pulled up short by the twin guards at her elbows. But her attention was not on them. It was far beyond them all, still focused on Endor itself. Or so it seemed. The woman was not a seer. Not in the strictest sense of the word. The Force seldom offered her concrete views of events as they would unfold. But more and more frequently in the last few years, as she had truly come in to her own as a Jedi Master, the Force offered her glimpses of what could unfold. Rather than like looking in to the future, it was like remembering it, with all of the flaws and draw backs of any real memory. She could never be sure what she was remembering correctly and what she wasn't. Memory betrayed. And memories of the future offered betrayal of the mind in a whole new light. Of several possible futures. Of a million different futures. Certain far flung eventualities would disappear, as the nexus point that offered them slipped from the future, to the present, to the past. But for each future that died quietly before it was born, there were a dozen others crowding, waiting for a chance to exist, to be born. And as these futures had crowded out of her unconscious mind of sleep and dreams in to her waking hours, it had become harder and harder to tell apart her true memories of things gone by, and the phantom memories of things that might yet be. I'll take seven lives for one And then my only father's son As sure as I did ever love him I am not afraid She was not afraid. It had been a trap. They had expected her to come for Corringath. She had realized it, in those final moments before unconsciousness had taken her. But even now staring in to the black on black eyes of the Emperor, she knew that she would not have done any differently. She would have given herself seven times if it had meant his freedom. Nothing they could do could take that from her. There was love there, more pure than any sense of romantic attachment. The love of one human being to another. Simply for the other's sake. This world is spinning around me The whole world keeps spinning around me All life is future to past Every breath leaves me one less to my last The Admiral said something, but the words shifted past her as her focus suddenly gelled on the figure of the Emperor. Shadows and trees. Just the trees were farther away than she had thought they would be. Not shadows of the trees. Shadows above the trees. She understood now what the dreams of these coming days had meant. Pull me under Pull me under Pull me under I'm not afraid All that I feel is honor and spite All I can do is set it right There was a nexus point coming, she knew. By the strength and chaos of these future 'memories', she recognized it. There were several outcomes, but they all overlaid eachother this close to the event, and were difficult to sort out. And it was never clear which actions would bring about which of the possible futures in her mind. This would drive some people mad. Second guessing every action they took. But Bethany had come to grips with that fear long ago, long before the sights had started slipping in. Dust fills my eyes Clouds roll by and I roll with them Centuries cry Orders fly and I fall again The Emperor rumbled her name. She had no response. Nothing verbal. Instead, she did the unthinkable. She smiled. That soft, sad smile. This world is spinning inside me The whole world is spinning inside of me Every day sends future to past Every step brings me closer to my last The Force. She knew. Trust in the Force. The outcome suddenly struck with a crystal clarity. Pull me under Pull me under Pull me under I'm not afraid Living my life too much in the sun Only until your will is done. Thy will be done. She thought to herself as the Emperor's words washed over her. Not his will, no. The will of the Force. Last Edited By: BethanyKismet 05/20/09 10:30. Edited 1 times.
Aidan Crow	Re: Pull Me Under	#4732	[-]
Posts: 976 (05/11/09 8:53) Sith Master Governor of Dromund Kaas Chaos Agent Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Emperor's Flagship Above Endor The Lighting in the Emperor's chamber was as expected for the mood. Dark. A retired Admiral from the Imperial Navy, Knight Aidan Crow still had close ties to the political organization. In fact, he was one of the few being in this galaxy whom had the pleasure of talking directly to the Emperor himself, aside from Disra, Ayreon, and Xyra. The door opened with a mechanical hiss. Light from the door reflected on his crimson breastplate, glaring from the shine. Then, he felt her. Emotions flared, almost uncontrollably. Crow did his best to maintain his bearing so close to the Emperor, however he was sure he felt it as well. It was his old master. This seemed like a cliche he had read about in the old holocrons over and over. After 'turning to the Darkside' the old master and apprentice eventually meet again for a showdown. I will have to wait... so this is the guest the Emperor spoke of...
Admiral Disra	Re: Pull Me Under	#4733	[-]
Posts: 1220 (05/11/09 9:03) Imperial Executor Elite Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	The Emperor's Flagship Somewhere above Endor... Fitting. Disra scoffed. Bringing this Jedi Hero to confront her Emperor above Endor. The place had many memories here for Disra, both from the old Empire to it's current state. He was very keen on key locations for certain events, needless to say he was content with the set up. Behind him walked Bethany Kismet, a Jedi Master. Of all of the force using witches, she was among the most popular. After causing the Empire trillions in damage, destroying two Death Star superweapons, and attempting to free Jedi Corringath Ventraas.... her time had finally come. Despite her beauty, Disra was pleased to see progress being made in the war to restrain this force mystics. The door to the Emperor's chambers opened with a mechanical hiss. A gust of cold air seemed to have hit him, as it feels everytime he enters this forsaken chamber. After stepping foot inside, the Stormtrooper entourage following behind her stayed by the door, guarding. He pushed the Jedi Master forward to face her Master. "M'lord. Jedi Master Bethany Kismet,... as you wished." Once again, Admiral Disra fulfilled his superior's wishes. He turned to look at her. "Show some respect! Greet the ruler of the Empire.." The Emperor rumbled something to her, The Jedi only gave a soft,...sad smile,...
Xyra Sizhran	Re: Release the Rakghouls (Takeover of Taris)	#4734	[-]
Posts: 1047 (05/11/09 9:11) Renegade Imperial Public Enemy #1 Considered Dangerous Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Taris Undercity Taris. An urban planet in the Outter Rim territories. A sprawling ecumenopolis developed over centuries of prosperity and trade, only to fall in to its own special brand of decay and darkness. Centuries ago is had been nearly destroyed by the Sith, but only after their own greed and inability to pick a side had comdemned them. Or at least, that's how Agent Shiva saw it. She looked around her, the disgust she felt hidden from her face. It wasn't the place. The Taris undercity was no worse a place than dozens she had been to. But something about the people here in this planet wide city.... they disgusted her. Sheep. All of them were sheep, blindly bleeting on their path to their own destruction. They had polluted their oceans, destroyed their own eco systems, and for what? For credits. It sickened her. They changed their allegiances the way some people changed their clothing or their expressions. Perhaps that was why she felt no remorse for what she was about to do. There was not a shred of concern, even as something dark and hulking shuddered across the gate below her. The special agent glanced over at the other operatives who were with her tonight. Each one she had chosen for this mission, some of them because she knew she could trust them. Some... because she knew that this would be their chance to prove themselves to her... or die in their failure. "Command just sent through the confirmation, Shiva," someone whispered softly. Sharp hazel eyes glanced at her communications op, call sign "Razor." She gave him a brief nod. Noble. Their confirmation. "Release the Rakghouls," she said, her own voice quiet, but no softness in it. "Cry Havok, and let slip the dogs of war."
RC 9051 Nomad	Re: Pull Me Under	#4735	[-]
Posts: 3645 (05/11/09 9:27) Elite Clone Commando Mand'alor Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	CLANG! The Stormtrooper collapsed to the floor of the freighter in a lifeless ball, or at least unconscious. Nomad put the large, round, durasteel plate back into it's place over the hole Nomad had snuck onto. He had to smile to himself as he lifted up the Stormtrooper with a grunt and dragged him to a near by room within the YT-1300, tossing him into it and locking the door. It had been a briliant plan getting onto the Emperor's flagship, even if it wasn't exactly original. Unfortunatly, the pilot that had flown the ship probably was locked in the ship's prison level, but Nomad expected that when he paid the man to do his job. Of course, he hadn't mentioned they were flying right at the Emperor's flagship to get captured, but hey, Nomad knew the smuggler was a pretty bad one and considered this a favor to the rest of the glaxy. Pulling out his DC-17 blaster rifle, he checked the charge to make sure it was still in good condition. It was. Nomad quickly headed to the freighter's ramp, pausing before he went down it. It had been at least and hour since the freighter had landed, and the Stormtrooper was just checking for contraband aboard the ship, so Nomad figured that there was nothing to be worried about, that the ship wasn't monitored. Still, a fully clad clone commando in Katarn armor stood out on the bridge of an Imperial Stardestroyer...but then again, maybe not. His Katarn armor very closly resembled that of Stormtrooper armor, save for the green striping, but some Stormtroopers had their battallion colors sported on their armor. Perhaps he wouldn't be so obvious after all. That was one of the reasons he had chose not to bring his beskar'gam. A Mandalorian definetly did not belong on the Emperor's ship uninvited. Alright, One...two...GO!, Nomad thought to himself as he sprinted down the ramp, trying to not make a racket with his boots. As soon as he was out he sprinted across the hangar straight from the freighters ramp. Directly infront of him was a wall and a doorway that most likely led to a hallway that would lead him to, well, Nomad didn't exactly know but it beat the hell out of being in the hangar. After getting into the hallway and the door closed behind him did Nomad finally breathe normally again. No alarms, no shouts which meant he probbaly hadn't been spotted. A look at the security holo might change that, but for now he had some breathing space. With his decee raised up in front of him, Nomad started to walk down the hall, bringing up the schematics of the Star Destroyer on his HUD. He had heard the Stormtroopres call the Hangar Bay Bay 14, so from his schematics Nomad made out approximatly where he was. The commando paused at a corner where the hallway turned right, a one way. He peeked around the corner, weapon first, and was glad to see no one was there. Focusing again, Nomad needed to get to the prisoner level. Nomad had been approached by the Jedi Council for a mission that they couldn't do themselves because, well, they weren't trained for the job, especially one like sneaking onto the Emperor's personal flagship. He was paid by the Jedi to rescue Jedi Master Bethany Kismet who had been captured running into a trap set by the Emperor himself. It had taken both the combined intelligence of the Jedi, Rebels, and Mandalorians just to find where this ship was and it had taken even more resources to get a way on it. It was worth it, though, because the Jedi were paying a large sum of money, and besides, Nomad owed them a favor, at least Phylis. Plus, Nomad liked the short Jedi Master. He had met her only once or twice, and had liked her, she was a good Jedi. Nomad wanted to save her. That was when Nomad turned the corner and cursed himself for not peeking around it first.
Emperor Plagueis	Re: Pull Me Under	#4736	[-]
Posts: 142 (05/11/09 10:02) Galactic Emperor Muun Prophet Master Politician Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Emperor's Flagship Orbit above Endor "You have done well, Aldebert," Plagueis said quietly. He sat upright in his chair, his long fingers curved around the armrests. His usually scowling face failed to host its usual grimace but, instead, a smile bigger than anyone had ever had the graces to witness claimed the face. His teeth were bared and his eyes were glaring with a fiery glow. His trophy. His prize. Mine! "Hahahahaha ha ha hah!" His laughter echoed throughout the chamber, pounding off the walls and the ears of the recipients in the room. It was obvious that the Emperor was excited to have his victory but what wasn't obvious was what he was going to do with it. With a bit of his calm returning to him, Plagueis spoke, "Welcome, Jedi...Master...Bethany...Kismet. The coldness of his words. He stooped forward in his chair and then rose slowly to his feet. The Jedi Healer in front of him began to fall away in the new shadow that the Emperor created. He wasn't smiling anymore, the smile had served its purpose. The smile was gone, the scowl was back and though it seemed like all was back to normal for the Emperor, the fire was still present in his eyes. The message in his silence He towered over the small Jedi female standing directly in front of him. She could do nothing to change her fate, the Emperor would see to that. She was his, now and forever.
Hardrad Domingo	Re: Release the Rakghouls (Takeover of Taris)	#4737	[-]
Posts: 356 (05/11/09 10:32) The Green-Caped Trooper Xillian Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	"Move! Move! Faster, faster faster!" screamed Hardrad, as his platoon ran PT's in the main bay of their transport. He was drilling them so that they would be ready for the hell they would encounter. Only his personal guards had extensive CC experience, so he could not guarantee their survival. Still. Every bit helps, and he would take a bullet for these men. Each was a son of someone, and each was much like his; innocent, loyal, and honorable. Atleast, he thought. His life was a confusing one. He didn't dwell on the past. "At ease men. You may return to your preperations now." he said, before he himself went to think. He would wait until the battle. He would pray and fast until then.
Anija Ordo	Re: The Best of Intentions.....Or not? (Lyon)	#4738	[-]
Posts: 408 (05/11/09 10:39) Mando'ad Adept Xan's Riduur "Mando'ad draar digu." Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	As a rumble filled the room, Anija crouched where she stood near the door and threw her arms over her head. The Chiss stood by the overturned desk a few paces away. Suddenly, the ceiling in that section of the room cracked, and loosed several large chunks. She saw him glance up in concern. It was then that the shifting ceiling loosed its deadly deluge. Dust and noise filled the room as the chucnks of ceiling crashed into the desk where Lyon had stood just a moment before. With a muttered curse, she clutched her Westar tightly and watched the rubble settle. It was a long tense moment until it did. It wasn't going to last long. She scrabbled carefully over the rubble towards the now buried desk. Being against the wall had saved her from the brunt of the collapse. Letting out a heavy breath, she reluctantly holstered her blaster and began shifting debris. Whay was she helping him? Maybe because she actually had morals? She never took a job simply for the money. After a few tense moments, she uncovered the Chiss' limp form. He was bleeding profusely from a head wound. He had to be moved. She knelt and dug in one of her belt pouches for the meager medical supplies that she carried. It wasn't much, but hopefully it would be some help. The dermal knitter was useless here. All she could do was to stem the bleeding until she could get them both out of danger. With a sigh, she did what she could before jabbing the needle into his upper arm as she gave him a painkiller. "Come on....let's go..." She felt as if she were talking to no one, but at least it made her feel a little better. Slowly, she lifted his limp form and slid his thin arm around her armored shoulders. He was taller than her, but it was the best she could do. Muttering a curse, she edged carefully back over the debris and towards the lab's entrance. Muttering, Anija reached over her back for the vibro axe slung over her back. If she was able to break throught the glass, perhaps they did have a chance. The only issue was the fact that the lab was now pressurized. If she broke the glass, they would be sucked out into the other room. At the moment, it was the only idea she had, Grunting, she settled the Chiss against the wall, securing his wrists with binders. She still didn't trust him. Gently, she slapped the pale blue skin of his cheek. "Come on, wake up! You said sometrhing about a secondary exit. Where is it...?"
Skelosh Delaroche	Re: A Girl's Favorite Past Time	#4739	[-]
Posts: 5548 (05/11/09 11:26) Sith Master More Evil Than a Bunny Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	And the scene shifts forward a couple of hours in time and technically space as Bespin is rotating. Skelosh swung his legs over the side of the bed. On the floor was his pants, which he helped himself to. Crimson eyes looked back at Eris and a smile came to the albino's lips. It'd been a while since he'd done anything rash like that. The Sith search for where his shirt landed. The Savage's needs had been satisfied: blood and more base desires fulfilled in this excursion. He looked at himself in the bedroom mirror. Most of the blood had rubbed off during their physical activity, Skelosh could almost see the white of his skin again. "Cloud City bores me. We should find another planet... a more challenging hunting grounds. That is if you're up for it." Skelosh slid his shirt over his head and let it rest against his chest. He sheathed the Ryyyk blade on his belt and made sure that the lightsaber was clipped there.
Fiore Marzullo	Re: A Family Outting (Fiore)	#4740	[-]
Posts: 96 (05/11/09 11:58) Afflicted One Child of .Death. Pasha of Albion Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Azure eyes fluttered from one side to the next as the ship docked upon Dromund Kaas; this place had been a far cry from the circuit of home she was accustomed to. When the revelation had come than she was no longer that little girl which had belonged to Venge Draclau, Fiore had found a piece of herself a lie... a puzzle piece missing. Nothing had changed as she still called him father; after all, he provided for her and cared for her just as if she were his own. Now, there she had been escorted by a younger Praetorian to see the man whom was her biological parent - Xander Starkiller. It was left unto the child whether she wanted him in her life or not and she was far to curious and excited to degrees. "Everything will be alright, Lady Fiore. I will be staying nearby and your comlink has the signal for mine programed in." The Praetorian smiled down at the child as he escorted her to a barrage of men. "I have come with Fiore Marzullo. I believe that Lord Xander is expecting her." The man nodded and proceeded to contact the Sith as they awaited.

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