THE TRASH COMPACTOR (Archive Thread)

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Ada Calixte	Re: Listen to the Rain on the Roof [Tristan Nathos]	#4801	[-]
Posts: 7 (05/14/09 12:32) Hapan Noble Freelancer Gun For Hire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	"Unless I'm much mistaken, these are typically used for transferring prisoners. Is that correct?" she asked as they approached the ship. She admired it and moved to inspect the bizarre 'fin' that was characteristic of the Pursuer-class. "It's in fantastic condition, Lord Tristan," she said, reaching out to run her hand along the gleaming finish. "Either you take quite good care of it, or you don't take it out much, or it's new. It's nicely preserved, whatever the situation." She paused at the hatch, her hand resting on the frame, and cast a gaze back at Tristan. "I brought everything I need in here," she said, gesturing to the backpack she had slung over her body. "I'm ready when you are." She ducked into the hatch and emerged in the hallway. She walked along the row of closed doors until she came across an open one and stepped inside. It was one of the ship's prison cells. She picked up a pair of handcuffs from the bedside table and smirked. She tucked them into her belt and then walked back towards the ship's hatch. Ada leaned against the hatch and stared out at Tristan. "I'm not sure if this is a good idea," she said timidly, her voice low. She looked uncertain for a moment, then drew the handcuffs from her belt and held them up, dangling a bracelet off her finger. "What kind of girl do you think I am, Your Majesty?"
Sasuet Dnurs	Re: You lien' two timin' sons of......	#4802	[-]
Posts: 131 (05/14/09 1:05) The Boss Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	"Don't worry, I just want the datacard. You look nervous." Mr. Dnurs leaned forward slowly and moved his hand directly towards the pouch and opened it carefully and was like-wise gentle removing the datacard. Having been a bounty hunter he could understand her tension at being in cuffs but it was just an added security measure. "You understand I have a buisness to protect here, perhaps you should have contacted me before you come for a meeting, there is protocol followed running a business. So no hard feelings." He hopped off where he was sitting and straightened his suit before making his was back around the desk. "Please, sit down.....I'm going to just have a look over this information." Sas turned on this small computer he bought on Coruscant. It was some old Coruscanti crap was what it was, and it proved it by not turning on. He bapped it with his fist and suddenly the light went green and the power-on sequence started. Piece of sht.* After it was on he popped in the datacard and went into the files. "Good work Miss Ordo." He pointed a clicker at her cuffs and pressed the button to realease her cuffs.
Anija Ordo	Re: You lien' two timin' sons of......	#4803	[-]
Posts: 416 (05/14/09 3:01) Mando'ad Adept Xan's Riduur "Mando'ad draar digu." Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	Slowly, Anija sat down. She was still nervous, but he hadn't done anything to make her distrust his motive...yet. She chewed her lip for a moment. "I understand that....unfortunately, the only contact I had was with the man who hired me." She glared again at the man that lay curled up on the floor. "I was simply doing the job I was hired for." As he fiddled with the terminal, Anija watched him with a small bit of apprehension. He seemed pleased with th information she had found. Yet she still wondered what would happen now. As he released her cuffs, Anija settled her hands in her lap. "So you have the information. What happens now....?" Last Edited By: Anija Ordo 05/16/09 10:43. Edited 1 times.
Tyden Bansche	Dathomir in the Summer [Kyle]	#4804	[-]
Posts: 16 (05/14/09 6:24) Sith Ka-Niggit Ninja Mummy RIPTEARKILL!! Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	How this cesspool of Dark Side energy was a Jedi-controlled planet, Tyden would never understand. He felt the anger and fear here like he had on Dagobah, and he saw every predatory animal scatter before him, growling at his aura as he walked the surface of the planet. He felt the tremor of the tree leaves, heard the snap of the twigs beneath his feet. Tyden sensed every tremor of the Force around him, bathing in the latent Dark Side power around him. 'Nice place...could use some redecorating, but I like the atmosphere.' The voice in Tyden's head was particularly active today. From the moment they had landed on Dathomir, the Sith spirit in him wouldn't shut up. Tyden's perceptions were completely thrown off by the lack of quite focus. 'Do you ever stop talking, or is it your destined role to annoy me with insessant chatter?' Tyden attempted to ignore the response, whatever it was. He needed to focus for the time being. From what he had heard of Dathomir, rancors were a common sight, and being surprised by one wasn't his idea of a good time. Dashing to one side of the clearing he was on, Tyden practically ran straight up a tree, grabbing one limb and spinning his body around it like a gymnastics beam. Releasing his grip, he flung himself into a backwards somersault and into the next tree over, landing silently and crouched in the branches. After the jump, Tyden had to readjust his face wrap again, and he flexed every bladed glove finger that he had. The Sith sensed death today, and he was going to be ready to make it.
Ellirumicha	Re: Release the Rakghouls (Takeover of Taris)	#4805	[-]
Posts: 242 (05/14/09 6:58) Captain Chiss Adept Imperial Navy Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	Taris Undercity 24 hours ago The rancid stench of decaying waste filled Lirum's nose as she stepped out of the turbolift that had dropped her to some of the lowest levels of Taris. It almost made her sick to think the Emperor had chosen this planet as the new governmental seat. But it was fitting that the decrepit dog of a sith would choose a place that equally matched his rotting soul, if the man had a soul. It was for this reason that the chiss had no problem doing what she was about to do. In the damp, dark recesses of the underworld everything looked the same. It the doors weren't completely obliverated all together they were decayed beyond reading. But Lirum didn't need door numbers to know where she was going. She'd been to this abandoned appartment dozens of times. It was one of several secret locations established by the order when she was only one of three, long before those other two were eliminated. Lirum strolled causually threw the maze of city blocks until she approached the one she'd been looking for a full kilometer away. The door was as unremarkable as the hundreds of others she'd seen on the way over. Even its locking mechanism seemed to be inoperative. But this was just cosmetic. Grabing ahold of the hanging keypad Lirum punched in a long string of numbers. The keys gave no indication that they were working, yet a clang of a lock disengaging still sounded. The inside was as equally depressing was the outside was. Ancient furishings littered the apartment, though it was obvious that no one had lived in it for over a decade. The only thing missing ofcourse was the two sith. Not a day went by that she didn't need to corale the two's ambitious drive like they were toddlers. The day would come when she no longer needed these genetic freaks and she would relish putting an end to them. In the next room the scraping of a disused window echoed. Several seconds later the dark haired figure of Gabriel Volturi sleeked into the room, followed by Mikeala. For a brief moment she believed she was looking into the eyes of the sith's progenator, Gabriel Marzullo. Then again she was in away. But this man was nothing like his namesake. Bloodthirsty, manipulative, egotistical. No, nothing like him at all. "You're late!" The words came out in the sharp bite of Cheunh. Not many understood the Chiss native language, but both of the Volturi had been schooled on it since their creation, allowing for a much easier and cryptic form of communication.
Katarine Ryiah	Re: You've got the files on me, don't you? (Kat)	#4806	[-]
Posts: 2115 (05/14/09 7:01) Katarine Terran Jedi Master Fugitive Returned Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	(ooc) sorry it's been so long hun! I hope the post is enough to at least make the wait worth it. When the sunlight warmed her bare back Katarine felt herself slipping from the depths of dreamworld back into reality. Usually she didn't allow herself to slumber like this. Most Jedi rose early to train or meditate and Katarine was no exception. In the presence of Avicus however she was far from ordinary. She sat up softly, noticing his vacancy from the bedroom with a glance of her deep green eyes. She stretched silently before treading softly to the refresher for a shower. The water cascaded over her form, washing away the smells of lust and hunger that had clung to her. When she was finished she dried and walked back to the wardrobe, which she knew held clothes he had gotten for her as well as some of her own. His tastes were more revealing then her ordinary ones, but again nothing was ordinary about her time with Avicus. She selected a tight fitting pair of pants, complete with a lovely pink top and dressed slowly before entering the library to claim her lightsaber. Everything had been cleaned up and she found the weapon sitting on a table. It was a mark of their trust that each could go unarmed with the other but Katarine planned to at least train a little today so she clipped the hilt to her belt. When her weapon had been returned to it's proper place at her hip Kat walked out onto the balcony off the master bedroom. The morning sunlight was still warming the crisp air as she took a seat and began her meditation. The Force whispered to her softly as she let it envelop her fully. His presence could be felt above her, bringing a smile to her lips. It was difficult to concentrate around the dark man, especially when his words from last night still rang with her. She rose, making note to chastise herself for it latter, and headed up the stairs to find him. She watched him for a while, knowing he had felt her join but not bothering to speak while she glanced over every inch of him in motion. Finally she caught his eyes and a bright smile touched her face. "Good morning." She didn't walk closer to him, uncertain if he would want an interruption. Instead she decided to let him know she had considered his words. He was a mentor to her after all. "I've been thinking about what you said. I believe my failure to my padawans might have effected me a little more then I had wanted it to." Last Edited By: Katarine Ryiah 05/14/09 7:06. Edited 1 times.
Tristan Nathos	Re: Listen to the Rain on the Roof [Tristan Nathos]	#4807	[-]
Posts: 142 (05/14/09 7:47) Sith Knight Death's Scion Something of a Killer Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	"These things are fast and, yeah, they carry prisoners. Great for the occasional Wookiee-hunts we go on. Dead or alive, we toss them into the prison cells and make ourselves some serious money. I prefer to kill them, but the slaver traditionalists occasionlly request I keep them alive... Oh well. I don't use it much so it's kept in good condition." Perhaps Tristan occasionally regretted the necessity of being King, but... who was he to argue with controlling an entire planet? And, hell, if she was going to make this interesting, then why not take the opportunity to flex some of the royal muscles and help out a girl in need? That, and it got him some rather neat toys to be playing with. As the two boarded the ship, Tristan could feel the Force-echo of the Trandoshan that had been tasked to bring his bag; so as not to disturb Ada, he mentally commanded the serf to bring the bag up the boarding ramp and leave it there and then go about his other duties. It was the easiest way to get things done, as the Hapan began to explore the starship he called his own. It was a beautiful piece of kit; stocked with weapons and the like already, it definitely felt like a ship that saw use in down-and-dirty fighting. That was standard for the slaving runs to Kashyyyk; lots of death and destruction with some... rather inhumane weapons. Napalm grenades were a favourite. Of course, when she decided to lean up against that bulkhead, Tristan's eyes narrowed just slightly and his lips curled upwards. He was certainly not angry; no, he was regarding her rather coolly, like one would do before choosing the best weapon out of an arms cabinet. It was a look that did speak his interest in her wordlessly. His reply sealed that, though. "I think you're the kind of girl that isn't afraid to get things done. And isn't afraid to get what she wants. Not to mention the brains and body put together... and the balls the size of a planet for breaking into my castle. And if you want some of that thing called honesty, that's my kinda woman."
Gren Skylark	Re: Release the Rakghouls (Takeover of Taris)	#4808	[-]
Posts: 101 (05/14/09 8:25) Psychonaut Ane wants him Oh and Nik is fat Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	After his disgusting defeat at Nar Shaddaa, Gren Skylark felt it of utmost important that the Empire obtain its own crime-laden, poverty-crushing, urban shithole to better complete its catalog. It was pleasing to find the Empire was way ahead of him, already scheduling such a brilliantly veiled attack that nobody would actually see or feel it until they had already occupied Taris. Finally, his decision to commission into the Imperial Army was validated. The Empire was the side of the bread with the butter on it not for its military might, but instead for its capacity for contrivance. The Empire defined the Truth. And it was because of this knowledge that Gren would not be participating in the "defense" against the rakghouls. He was not needed here. Everything was already under control. "I've something to take care of, " he shouted to Sevrek, throwing what appeared to be a bantha pelt into the shuttle, "...and it doesn't require back-up. Take the Black Dogs. Have some fun, but try not to look like you're enjoying it too much...at least, not infront of the cameras." Boarding the shuttle, he leaned out, tossing some parting words to his right-hand. "You're the boss until I get back. Don't make me regret it." Gren Skylark parted from Taris -- the stars, his destination.
RC 9051 Nomad	Re: Mob Politics (Rebels)	#4809	[-]
Posts: 3660 (05/14/09 8:37) Elite Clone Commando Mand'alor TGC Bronze Supporter Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	"Captain Buckwell!," Nomad called out for one of his captians. "You are in charge of sniping and will take blue company. Captain Tobias! You are to take green company and teach them ettiquette and how to follow orders. Captain Fornell! You are to take Red Company and run threm through endurance drills!" The three captains saluted Nomad, and shouted, "Yes, sir!" They broke apart, gathering their companies and however many support staff they needed to complete the task their General needed. Nomad wouldn't directly be training them...yet. He wanted to wait to see if there were any truly talented Quarren or Mon Calamari warriors fit to be commandos. Those would be his. He would push them hard, and train them to their limits to get them as a fully functioning special operations squad. The fish would need them for the upcoming battles, for it's not always the infantry that win the battle. The ones sabotaging behind enemy lines are ususally the ones that turn the tides of battles, even wars. Nomad had done it a few times, and planned on doing it again in the future, to hopefully win more battles. Nomad watched as the Captains began their training, watched as the Calamari and the Quarren struggled with the basics. They were not meant for this type of warfare, and Nomad was sad to see them in it. It was tims like these that made Nomad happy that he was helping the Rebellion, but was also sad that one day he may end up fighting the faction he had helped create. That was a long way down the road, though. It was then, out of the corner of his eye in the endurance training, that Nomad noticed one Quarren that was easily passing the tests Captain Fornell was putting him through...
Marok Tidian	Re: Release the Rakghouls (Takeover of Taris)	#4810	[-]
Posts: 193 (05/14/09 8:56) Empire Adept Treasured Fossil Rich with Power Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	Marok was looking out the viewport when he noticed the small ship come out of hypserspace from their port side. A moment later he heard one of his bridge crew shouting out to him. "Commander, unknown vessel has exited out of hyperspace, portside," the man said calmly, though a little louder then Marok wanted him too. "Sir, it seems to be a harmless ship." "Yes, but some of these rebel fanatics may be suicidal," the commander said cooly, not even turning to his bridge crew. "Jam all communiations to them. Have Grey Squadron deploy and head toward the ship, have them escort him in. I want a comm channel to them." Marok waited a moment before his comm beeped a confirmation, saying he was connected to that ship. "Unknown vessel, you have come a bit to close to this Imperial fleet. If you would please follow the incoming TIEs aboard my ship, there will be no trouble. Or, we can just shoot you out of the sky should you resist. Is that understood?" Marok cut the link, smiling, before the ship had any time to resond. He watched as some more shney blips in space, the TIE Interceptors, heading towards the seemingly harmless vessel. "Get a scan of that ship and inform Adimral Disra of this incident, tell him it is under control," Marok barked to his communications officer. "On the double!"
Mak Manto	Re: Grasping the Depth of Enemy Territory[[Mak, Open to TGE]]	#4811	[-]
Posts: 30637 (05/14/09 9:57) TJC Jedi Master Shadow Investigator TGC's Official Liberal Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	Looking at Lona, she sat next to him in another cell. There were no chairs, no tables. Nothing at all. The cell was no bigger then ten feet wide. Shaped in a circular form, it was meant to only hold a force user for a short amount of time. He smiled at the young girl. "Don't worry, Lona. It's not the end, you know. We wouldn't have won that battle, you know. There were too many troopers." "No talking." The lieutenant, who had been speaking to the four stormtroopers now turned around, facing Mak. "My commander will be speaking to you in a minute. He's very interested in you." "Is he? The Empire, anymore, is interested in Jedi. I wonder, what do you think will happen? Do you honestly believe that you can capture every single Jedi within this galaxy and terminate them? You're too young to know, but I was alive when your "Empire" tried that before, and your Emperor failed." The lieutenant remained silent, watching Mak. "Well, we'll see, won't we? As for you, my commander is here." Saluting the figure walking slowly, the four troopers as well saluted, allowing the droid berth as he came in front of Mak.
Kyle Solo	Re: Dathomir in the Summer [Kyle]	#4812	[-]
Posts: 491 (05/14/09 10:24) Sith Knight Darth Renatus Reborn Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	The moon hung over the forest canopy, barely being covered up by the thin layers of clouds. Although it was the pitch of night, Kyle Solo could still see quite well, even without his mechanical eye enhancing his vision. He had come to Dathomir for one reason... to reconnect with the Light Side of the Force. The planet was breeming with the Dark Side, threatening to enter into his soul and corrupt his mind. The longer he fought off such darkness and temptation, the stronger his inner core had become. He sat quietly on top of fallen tree in deep meditation. The Force flowed around him and through him as he connected with every living creature on the planet. The Dark Side energy was powerful indeed, but Kyle had been on worse planets... such as the Sith homeworld of Korriban. And here, on Dathomir, Kyle had hoped he would not only be able to strengthen his soul, but to also find purpose in a galaxy so torn. The Sith were still a violent race, killing and slaughtering thousands for no personal gain, but for enjoyment instead. Meanwhile, the Empire continued to spread across the galaxy like a plague, swallowing up planets such as Taris in their warpath. Neither was met with barely any resistance at all. The Rebellion was a hollowed out existence of its former self, its military strength only a small fraction of that of the Empire's. And the Jedi... they had become corrupted. No longer did they think of peace, of security. They fought to eliminate the Sith, to rescue planets from their enemies grasp. What they didn't realize is that by starting war they were putting more innocent lives at stake than they were saving. The Jedi opened his eyes and stared into the dense forest that surrounded his little encampment. He had felt something stir, a fear that spread through the forest like fire. He could feel the animals scurrying away in fright... but from what? Kyle slowly unclipped his black-hilted Lightsaber from his belt and placed it in his lap, waiting and watching quietly for whatever was approaching.
Hardrad Domingo	Re: Grasping the Depth of Enemy Territory[[Mak, Open to TGE]]	#4813	[-]
Posts: 391 (05/14/09 10:52) The Green-Caped Trooper Xillian Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	Hardrad made his way to the brig with Commander Mass. He would interrogate the girl separate. He asked his senior nothing, hoping not to distract him. "Sergeant, please move the other prisoner to the second holding bay, and station my Honor Warriors in the vicinity." he said to Grigori, before the hair on the back of his neck tingled. Turning, he saw who the droid was talking about. An aged, wise looking Witch, if one could be wise, was calm and collected. The other, who he had the displeasure to meet before, was a bit more anxious. "I'll make sure this younger witch confesses..." he said, darkly, before motioning for his second to move in to transfer her.
Gabriel Volturi	Re: Release the Rakghouls (Takeover of Taris)	#4814	[-]
Posts: 8 (05/15/09 1:16) Informed One Darkside Adept Mimetic Legacy Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	Gabriel smirked mockingly as he walked from the shadows. The Sith hated this woman that kept him shackled with the whole of his heart. The method of the Chiss dismemberment knew no limits in his mind. Tapping a finger to his lips Gabriel circled around behind Lirum, coming up on her left. "The only thing even bringing me here is mother. We have done everything you asked. So where is she?" A lightsaber silently flew into his waiting palm. To hell with whatever supposed power she had over him. Gabriel was Sith. He was the ultimate predator. No one controlled him. He would carve the Imperial piece by bloody piece until he gave him mother. Gabriel glanced over at his sister and apprentice Mikeala standing like a statue at Lirum's other shoulder. Only mother could make them whole again.
Ada Calixte	Re: Listen to the Rain on the Roof [Tristan Nathos]	#4815	[-]
Posts: 8 (05/15/09 1:29) Hapan Noble Freelancer Gun For Hire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	Ada studied Tristan for a few moments, a skeptical smirk crossing her lips. "You've got to wonder about the sanity of a man who compliments a woman who has broken into his home and place of business," she said, twirling the handcuffs absently around her finger for a few moments before she tossed them over to him. "You should hold on to those. Goodness knows when you'll find a use for them." Running her hand under the wet hair plastered to her neck, she gave a quiet sigh of discomfort. She didn't like the feel of the rain rolling down her neck and into the form-fitting plasteel body suit. She fidgeted a moment, her other hand moving to the zipper at her chest. "Are we ready to get under way?" she asked, glancing towards the hatchway. "Or are His Majesty's undergarments still en route?" Ada drew both hands and then cracked her knuckles before folding her arms over her chest. "I only ask because I wouldn't mind changing out of these wet clothes for the trip. Is there somewhere I can change and hang this up?" she asked, gesturing to the grey armored jumpsuit with both hands.
Tristan Nathos	Re: Listen to the Rain on the Roof [Tristan Nathos]	#4816	[-]
Posts: 144 (05/15/09 1:43) Sith Knight Death's Scion Something of a Killer Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	"I'm sane enough. I am just unbearably sick of having to look at Trandoshans. A human that isn't related to me is an awesome change, and you just happen to be a fine specimen of human," Tristan told her. Perhaps he was a little too honest... he was so used to the cesspool of idiocy that came with Trandoshan politics, and the chance to be more like himself was far too alluring to the Sith. Lying was a daily thing for him... so... well, not having to do it was pleasant. Catching the cuffs, he stuffed them into one of the spare pouches on his combat belt and left them there. If they did come in handy, he'd find a good use for them. At that, though, he started to move forward, taking a few steps before craning his neck back to look at Ada. "We're good to get out of here. My stuff's aboard... as for where you can change, the second deck has the living quarters. Take whatever one you like, since only one of them has my stuff and I highly doubt you're wanting to share that one with me. Do whatever you have to in your quarters in the meantime. I'll be on the bridge if you need me." And with that, he was gone, moving through his ship like a spectre. Infiltration was something of an affinity of his... even within his own vehicle. It wasn't very long before the Pursuer's repulsorlift drives rumbled to life, making the ship hover - and then a minute later it was racing out into open space. A very versatile vehicle indeed. Tristan sat focused at the controls, knowing that he needed to be mentally ready to attack an Imperial garrison. Stupid as it might have been, he wasn't backing down.
Ada Calixte	Re: Listen to the Rain on the Roof [Tristan Nathos]	#4817	[-]
Posts: 9 (05/15/09 2:01) Hapan Noble Freelancer Gun For Hire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	Ada nodded and made her way to the quarters he had mentioned. After a cursory check to make sure she was not in fact intruding in his personal space, she keyed the door shut and reached up to unsnap her backpack. She withdrew a small leather wallet, which she lay on the bunk, and a set of clean, dry clothes. It only took her a moment to slip out of the plasteel body suit and hang it up on the back of the door. She took a towel from the fresher and dried herself off, pausing to take extra time on her hair. A moment later, she was dropping a dark brown tank over her head and shoulders and then slipped into a pair of brown and green combat fatigues. Light boots finished the dressing, and as she left the room and headed for the bridge, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail with a strap from around her wrist. She palmed the door to the bridge open, surprised to see the stars there already. "Amazing," she said. "I didn't even feel the acceleration. What are the specs on this thing?" Ada stopped behind his chair and leaned forward, her head next to his as she examined the status readout before them. Her hand stretched across the back of the seat, fingertips barely touching his tunic. She took a breath and exhaled it softly, like a connoseur would sense the smell and aroma of fine wine, before cocking her head towards the co-pilot's seat, apparently satisfied by what she was reading. "May I?"
Tristan Nathos	Re: Listen to the Rain on the Roof [Tristan Nathos]	#4818	[-]
Posts: 145 (05/15/09 2:18) Sith Knight Death's Scion Something of a Killer Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	At least she'd changed quickly. Tristan's focus was keeping this ship from crashing into any of the hundreds of starfighters on orbital patrol around the planet, from keeping the Golan stations and planetary turbolasers from blasting him into nothingness and from running into... anything else out here, really. It was space. Anything could go wrong. Once Ada came up to the bridge, he didn't look away from his consoles, but kept his view forwards. "I admit it's not exactly the fastest thing. A thousand klicks an hour under atmosphere and not much megalight rating for space acceleration. It is, however, easy to run and with a ton of room in it. A bit lightly armed, but I don't expect to be dogfighting with it... so it serves my purposes, y'know? At least it has good gravity controls. You can barely feel the thing twinge." It wasn't the best thing out, but... well, it worked for Tristan. That was what mattered. The hyperspace nav beacon wasn't too far out, so, kicking in the navicomputer, Tristan set the thing on autopilot for Hapes now that they were way past the defences. The hyperdrive could do the whole thing, and as the stars shifted into a swirling tunnel of blue, the Pursuer shot off faster than the speed of light. "We've got at least ten hours before we hit Hapes, so...Tell me about yourself. We might as well get to know each other while we're here, yeah?"
Ada Calixte	Re: Listen to the Rain on the Roof [Tristan Nathos]	#4819	[-]
Posts: 10 (05/15/09 2:43) Hapan Noble Freelancer Gun For Hire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	Ada slipped into the cramped space between the two seats and then dropped into the co-pilot's seat. Her eyes widened as the ship gave an insignificant twitch and entered hyperspace; she could scarcely believe that Nathos had agreed to accompany. It was difficult to conceive of the fact that he hadn't tried to have her executed on the spot. But she wasn't about to look a gift-klatu in the mouth, and if she could prove her trustworthiness by answering a few questions, there was no harm there. "Here's the thing you have to understand about Hapes: politics there is a bloodsport. Palace intrigue in the typical sense--coups d'etat and the like--are activities that happen before breakfast on Hapes." She folded her arms and looked out the window curiously. "The unique history of our people means that just about everyone has a claim to the throne, each with varying degrees of legitimacy." She sniffed with distaste, as if such considerations were beneathe her. "My family's claim is stronger than most--some say stronger than the Queen Mother's herself, though officially we are my cousin the Queen's most humble servants." After a massive eyeroll, Ada continued: "Our family has a tradition of public service. It's mandated by my grandmother, the matriarch. we each must do at least two years of service--and that's just for women. For my brothers and male cousins, they must serve until they are found by a wife. I'm in my third year of service--I began in Her Majesty's Royal Navy when I was sixteen. When I was seventeen I transfered to the Ministry of Culture. Here." Ada drew her official ID card from the wallet and handed it over to him. It showed her in a high-necked uniform, a serene and beautiful look on her face. "Officially, I'm on a mission from the Ministry of Culture. What the Empire doesn't know is that several members of the Ministry are opposed to the occupation. We've been using their lenience against them the whole time," she added, her voice swelling with pride. "My dear cousin, ta'chume, will have to be removed. Her collaboration with the Empire is a stain on our family and our history." Catching sight of her reflection in the viewscreen, she immediately lightened. "But that's a mission for another day."
Tristan Nathos	Re: Listen to the Rain on the Roof [Tristan Nathos]	#4820	[-]
Posts: 146 (05/15/09 3:07) Sith Knight Death's Scion Something of a Killer Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts Report Post	"Not too different to Trandosha. Or, at least, how it was before I got put in power... Then they started learning that attempting to !%#$ with me gets you killed very, very easily. You noticed the dead bodies on the spikes outside the castle? Threw half 'em down there myself. Good fun... about the only fun to be had on Trandosha itself." Tristan sighed. Man, he really was the ruler of some ass-backwards planet that didn't really matter. The money was good but that was about it. "But you guys... man. You got screwed over by the Empire. We got screwed over by the Republic. Trandosha in so far as that we got orbitally bombarded when they were hunting my father... to Hapes. Funny, that. They stopped here, raped Trandosha, then went to Hapes and went to dominate that. Then they dissolved, became the Rebellion, and the Empire took Hapes from them." Tristan leaned back in his seat, his hands coming up behind his head as a protracted sigh escaped his lips. Those eyes began to mutate themselves to a bit more of a bluish-green, the strange trait of the Sullen family being present in him, too. His life was good in some aspects... but sure as hell he wasn't content with it. "This is probably going to be the most interesting thing I've done in two years. I actually get to lay eyes on beautiful ladies instead of ugly lizards all while blowing things up. Way more of a life I'd rather lead. Sure, I get to go capture and kill Wookiees every now and then, but there's no fun in that for me anymore. Let the Trandoshans have their culture. It's not one I was born into. Right now this is going to be something I will throw myself into because damnit, it's better than getting at walking carpets or lizards."

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