Sas looked her in the eyes and contemplated for a few moments as he puffed on his cigar more. She was certainly impressive and her skill could be of use around
here plus he was unsure of how much corruption still existed in his operations. One thing was certain though, if there was still existing corruption then Miss
Ordo was not tainted by it yet. "Would you like to stay on and work as part of my staff? Your first job would be to help me see that these two get the
proper punishment for their actions."
THE TRASH COMPACTOR (Archive Thread)
| Author | Comment | ||
|---|---|---|---|
 Sasuet Dnurs |
Re: You lien' two timin' sons of...... | ||
|
Posts: 132 (05/16/09 10:51) The Boss |
|
||
|
Anija Ordo |
Re: You lien' two timin' sons of...... | ||
|
Posts: 421 (05/16/09 11:04) Mando'ad Adept
|
Anija frowned. She would like to see them punished. After considering for a moment, she spoke. "I would be glad
to...." she said slowly. She wasn't sure how long she could stay on though. After another moment's thought, she spoke again. "However, I do have duties I need to attend to with my own people. I've been out on my own far to long."
She smiled slightly. "I'm glad that I was able to uncover these two and to bring their actions to your attention.." She glared at the man that stood near his shoulder. "If there's nothing else, sir...?" |
||
|
Darth Makavelli |
Re: You lien' two timin' sons of...... | ||
|
Posts: 419 (05/16/09 11:06) Sith Master
|
|
||
|
Sasuet Dnurs |
Re: You lien' two timin' sons of...... | ||
|
Posts: 133 (05/16/09 11:07) The Boss |
"Nope, bye." He waved to her and spun around in his chair to concentrate on other important matters like punishing these two. He threw her a thick
envelope of money over his shoulder. "Sorry, I almost forgot."
|
||
|
Anija Ordo |
Re: You lien' two timin' sons of...... | ||
|
Posts: 422 (05/16/09 11:15) Mando'ad Adept
|
She caught the heavy envelope purely out of reflex. As she stood, she eyed his bodyguard. "If you don't
mind..." she indicated her helmet with a jerk of her chin and bit down on a chuckle as her handed it over. With a last nod in her employer's
direction, she pulled it back on and turned to go find her ship. She had no idea how much money was in the pouch, but it was obviously a lot.
With a shrug, she left his office, using her HUD to guide her to where her ship was. Though she may not approve of the man's methods, she could understand. He was protecting his interests. She couldn't fault him for that. At least she had been able to help him find the ones responsible. |
||
|
Ada Calixte |
Re: Listen to the Rain on the Roof [Tristan Nathos] | ||
|
Posts: 17 (05/16/09 11:51)
Hapan Noble
Freelancer Gun For Hire |
"We're using the fact that the Imperials haven't dropped one of their signature prefab garrisons to our
advantage. Those monstrosities are hard to infiltrate and harder still to destroy. This building used to be the barracks for the city police. It houses three
hundred Imperial Stormtroopers and a contingent of at least ten officers. It's three stories, as you can see," said the woman, moving now to
the table. She gestured for the pair to take a seat and then activated the holoprojector at the center of the table. It showed a large rectangular building
built like a concrete block. The woman made some keystrokes on her control panel and the walls went translucent.
"The only thing you need to worry about is the basement and ground floor. The sewers come under the building here; the pair of you will enter through a storage closet. Calixte, you'll plant your twelve detonation charges on the supports, now in red." Ada leaned forward to study the image. There were six beams rising through the building, one in each corner and two in the center of the building to provide support. There were glowing red spots on the beams on both the basement and ground floor. "When do we do this? At night, when the troopers are asleep? I can't see of another way to get in and out without being seen." "You could always kill anyone who spots you," the woman said sarcastically. "If we blow it at night, there will be no one around to see it and the Imperials won't get the humiliation they so richly deserve. And if you plant the devices during the night and wait to blow the charges until later in the day, they'll surely be found and defused. No, I'm afraid we'll have to go in and come out hot. Of course we can't know what kind of resistance you'll face, so I'll have Tandri and Rasta waiting in the sewers to help out if you fail." The Hapan leader turned to Tristan and allowed a tight smile. "What do you think? Is there anything we've overlooked?" |
||
|
Gren Skylark |
Re: Homeland Heresy (Closed) | ||
|
Posts: 107 (05/16/09 1:17) Psychonaut
|
Nerves bunched in riotous little clusters, the most minute of catalysts could spark the most violent of revolutions. Gren's arm, though it was supposed to
be resting lightly upon the edge of his knee, twitched frantically like that of the recently roadkill, still trying to flee as it was too busy getting hit by a
car to receive the memo that it was already dead. No matter how easy full-lotus was for Gren, the aligning of chakras for optimal meditation required more
than neatly folded legs. Every two minutes, his posture would slouch, his eyes would flicker open, his arm would jerk about, and his mind would just not shut
the @@@# up. Meditation isn't for everybody, but the Jedi did it. And Gren was a Jedi...right? If he could just pop open this damned pineal gland.
~Just stick to the drugs.~ "Yeah," he agreed with himself. It's a fool who believes they can conflict with their brain's wishes. Unfolding his legs, Gren glanced over at the nearby time-keeping device, obtaining a grip of just how much time he'd offered up to the god of failures and dilettantes. Just enough. And so, he buggered off from his quarters to wander the halls for the mess hall/rec room/what-the-heck-ever. |
||
|
Kyle Solo |
Re: Return of a Jedi (Open) | ||
|
Posts: 518 (05/16/09 1:28) Sith Knight
|
Kyle leapt backwards and then kicked off the wall that he had been forced against, flipping directly over the two Shadow Troopers. Upon landed the head of one
of the soldiers dropped onto the ground, the rest of his body catching up with him shortly after. Kyle twisted around to face the last Trooper to get hit with
another Force Push, launching him into a large garbage dumpster. The impact dented it slightly.
"Alright Connor! If you can give us a lift to Taris than hurry up and get your ship!" Kyle's lightsaber twisted around him, deflecting a surprise shot from a Shadow Trooper Sniper on top of a building far away. He could see Tahira holding on with her life on one of the LAATs... that meant that one more was nearby. Kyle leapt forward, slashing several times at the Shadow Trooper who moved almost like a blur. He dodged each attack so easily that the Jedi Knight had begun to get frustrated. Finally, Kyle just stopped attacking and applied a Force grip onto the Shadow Trooper, lifting him into the air and stabbing him through the chest. |
||
|
Alto Santori |
Re: Mob Politics (Rebels) | ||
|
Posts: 406 (05/16/09 1:44) Rebel Adept
|
Alto grumbled at the thought of trying to catch Tal, it was something he hated doing because Tal always won and it always pissed off Alto beyond belief. Of
course that did not stop Alto from trying to win. He was a competitive guy and losing in anything drove him absolutely crazy. So when Tal started to dive
underwater, Alto was right behind him trying to pass him. But no matter what he did, how fast he went, or how hard he tried, Tal was still out in front of him.
Alto was in great shape, he could run for miles, fight for hours, and lift very heavy objects without having to try much at all. All of this was due to the
Ghosts training and his crap with Nomad. He had not been this way always, but after being here for awhile he was getting just as fast as, if not quicker, then
he used to be.
After awhile though he began to fall steadily behind. He could still see Tal, but it was barely. He could see him enough to keep an eye on where he was going but he could feel his stamina slowly slipping. He chuckled to himself because he knew he would never hear the end of this until he did something to beat Tal. Then it would be just the same, Alto would rub it in to Tal for days or weeks being the bigger dick out of the two of them. Still, the little swim was nice. Being underwater made him feel better because it took his mind off of everything else and he could focus on all the things around him. |
||
|
Calina Gvnega Waya |
Re: Rediscovering Hell (Gravis, or any other Sith that wants a new pet) | ||
|
Posts: 221 (05/16/09 5:11) Losing My Soul
|
(Calina is out and this is done)
|
||
|
Mac O Shenanigans |
Re: A new alor... (Mando's, invite) | ||
|
Posts: 51 (05/16/09 6:22) |
Mac was sitting at his desk when Ar'turus entered. Standing, he walked forward clasping his vod's forearm, as thepy lightly headbutted each other as
was clan tradition. "Ar'ika, it's been a w'ile, w'at brings you to Manda'yaim?"
Ar'turus smiled, "We're moving back 'ome, Buir was 'oping to bring us all closer. I'm glad 'e made t'at decision." Looking down he fiddled with his buy'ce. "Buir's dying, Mac. 'e took s'rapnel to the side on a 'unt." Mac sat on the desk, stunned, "Osik. 'ow long does 'e 'ave? I'd like to see 'im." "Well for better or worse, 'es coming to see you, cousin. 'e wants you to be t'e Aliit'alor as you are t'e oldest after 'im." Mac was stunned as he studied the floor. Alor, he was hoping he could be alor one day, just not so soon. Hell, he didn't even have a riduur. Mac sighed, preparing to speak, as a knoock came to the door. "Yes?" ""Sir a Kane Smart is asking for you." "Tell 'im I'll be rig't down." Gesturing he tirned to Ar'turus, "Let me buy you a drnk, and we'll await ba'vodu's arrival."
Last Edited By: Mac O Shenanigans
05/16/09 6:26.
Edited 1 times.
|
||
|
Tristan Nathos |
Re: Listen to the Rain on the Roof [Tristan Nathos] | ||
|
Posts: 154 (05/16/09 6:45)
Sith Knight
Death's Scion Something of a Killer |
Tristan knew the plan was... well, reasonable, at least. It wasn't a detailed operations plan like any military would have given, but hell, they
weren't an organized widespread military fighting force like the Empire was. They had some information on this Imperial garrison, and obviously city plans
could be accessed without the Imperials caring. This resistance movement was obviously prepared for what was coming, and they were ready to level what was a
historical Hapan structure to make sure the Empire understood that this was no joke any more.
Tristan leaned back in his seat, studying the holographic map that this Hapan leader had summoned up for them to view. Hopefully, the issue of stormtroopers wouldn't really come up in this scenario, more than a few dozen. All three hundred wasn't exactly the kind of thing he wanted to deal with. "Well... If we could find a way to lock down the upper two levels, we'd be on the right track. That'd prevent them from bringing in reinforcements, but I'm no slicer. Maybe we could just... I don't know, seal the door somehow. A high-powered blowtorch of some kind might do the job. Other than that, it seems okay. We'll be relying a lot on not being seen and then being quiet or sparing in our weapons discharges." A stealth mission. Most of the slaving hunts were that kind of thing, but they weren't afraid to burst in on the scene and cause all kinds of havoc if they were found. If they wanted to go that way, then he'd do it. He had weapons and most certainly was not afraid to use them, after all. "I'm ready whenever you all are. I've got no problems with the plan otherwise. I get to kill some Imperial bucketheads and blow up one of their bases - what's not to like?" |
||
|
Tyden Bansche |
Re: Dathomir in the Summer [Kyle] | ||
|
Posts: 29 (05/16/09 7:34)
Sith Ka-Niggit
Ninja Mummy RIPTEARKILL!! |
Anger flared in the ghostly Sith Lord's mind...but as always Tyden was as calm as could be. He rarely tapped into anger any more - he found its effects
more debilitating than they were useful. Instead, he pushed himself off of his branch and into another one nearby with a Force jump, easily evading his own
redirected attack. He didn't stop in mid-leap, either, but pulled out a few more needles with a fluid motion and threw them towards his target.
As he reached a third tree after his second jump, Tyden changed his direction and dove his way into a missile-like leap straight towards his enemy, reaching back behind him to pull out his lightsaber and activate it in mid-jump. The end effect was a bullet-fast diving attack that streaked past his enemy with a single swift, powerful slash and landed him perhaps a dozen feet behind him. Tyden, his weapon held in his usual backhanded grip and his body in a ready crouch, looked up at his enemy with glowing red eyes... And said nothing. He was too busy trying to block out the swearing in his mind. 'That insolent little child of a self-righteous crusading cult! Did he think he could actually hit with that attack? I should skewer him where he stands, rip his mind from his body! We'll see what that other eye looks like after I'm done with it!' Tyden's only response was a mental snap. 'Your swearing does me no good. If you wish to be of use, continue bathing this area in as much Dark Side energy as you can. Channel your anger into disorienting him so we may both feast on his soul after I kill him.' With that, Tyden quickly jerked up a hand and hurled another three needles at his opponent before charging forwards quickly with a backwards-bladed slice to his target's ribs. The moment the attack was loosed, he flipped his body to the side in an evasive action, and attempted to land with his 'saber in a defensive position. |
||
|
Kyle Solo |
Re: Dathomir in the Summer [Kyle] | ||
|
Posts: 531 (05/16/09 7:46) Sith Knight
|
Kyle once again saw the next wave of needles and this time intercepted them with his Lightsaber, which sprang into action immediatly. The needles dissolved
instantly. And then the Sith finally attacked... he leapt out of the trees so fast that Kyle barely had time to react. The Jedi Knight leapt into the air,
twisting his body over top of Tyden so that his enemy's Lightsaber completely missed. He landed softly on the tree he had been standing on the entire time
and looked up at his attacker.
|
||
|
Tyden Bansche |
Re: Dathomir in the Summer [Kyle] | ||
|
Posts: 30 (05/16/09 8:09)
Sith Ka-Niggit
Ninja Mummy RIPTEARKILL!! |
'A tree? Really? How pathetic is that?' The spirit was still talking even as Tyden
hurled his lightsaber out towards the coming attack, spinning it slightly to slice the trunk into pieces with enough distance for them to spread before they
flew past him. Tyden recalled his 'saber just as the Jedi came at him with a straight, charging attack. Since he wasn't ready enough to block it, he
did a total backbend the moment he caught his weapon and watched the blue blade pass over him. As he rose, Tyden simultaneously sliced upwards with his own
reverse-grip sword and spun his body around to cut across Kyle's face with his bladed fingers.
The moment his hand-attack finished, Tyden flipped backwards with a kick and hurled another couple of needles from the air. He landed with a kick into the ground, pushing his body back over his enemy and into another quick, spinning slash before he landed behind Kyle with a readied form, shoving his lighsaber up in defense of whatever attacks were oncoming. "Not so much 'head on'. More like 'head over'. Keep your wits about you, Jedi, or you'll lose more than just a few hairs next time." Tyden's mind was once again full of words that weren't his own. 'He still has no idea how much trouble he's in, does he? Let me give him a little message. Just give me your--' 'Dammit, NO! My body is my own, ghost, and I'm not going to give any part of it over. Now stop distracting me while I'm under attack by a lightsaber, for godsakes.' |
||
|
Rhyn Helios |
A Touch Of Nature (Shery) | ||
|
Posts: 8 (05/16/09 8:19) Jedi Padawan
|
Alderaan... despite that it was a world held by the Galactic Empire, they would not be so foolish as to destroy this planet's natural resources, that of its immense beauty. To do so would have invited all manner of riotous populaces, and that meant, well. Not exactly the best place to be, Alderaan. However, the Imperials were a little smarter than that, making one of the planets they called their jewel worlds in exactly that kind of condition - pristine, perfect, like a rare and prized gemstone, glimmering under the sun's kiss. While that particular visage was not quite applicable to the Jedi hopeful known as Rhyn Helios, he could appreciate it all in other ways. The capital city of this planet, Aldera, was a calm, pleasecful, clean and beautiful place; more people walked than took airspeeders, and the bustle was that of humanity in far less confined quarters than the vertical city of Nar Shaddaa wished to cramp its inhabitants in. The cool breeze carrying the cleanest air Rhyn had ever taken in to his lungs... it was a place that he wished was untouched by this war prosecuted by the Empire. A place he would gladly call his own home. Even the outside of the city was an amazing place to be. Where humanity's touch could not reign and nature was left to run its own course, there was a dazzling landscape to be admired. The grass danced along the wind as the artists of an intricate ballet, and the light shone upon water and glistened with a joyful tranquility. While the sight was not something that Rhyn could use, the rest of the world around was still as beautiful. Even so, he meditated by the side of Lake Aldera. With his ankles tucked under his buttocks, sitting on them, and hands upon the tops of his thighs with his eyes shut, Rhyn contemplated... everything. He took in the crash of gentle waters upon sandy lake shores on which he sat, taking its sound and turning into his mental peace. The tickle of grasses on his tunic and the blessed caress of a light breeze were the reminders of a world that existed around him. The warm touch of the sun's rays was the life-giving kiss that allowed the galaxy's denizens to plod on through their chosen course of life. It was a perfect day for appreciating the wonder of a world he could not see. Though he wander this galaxy without the gift of sight, Rhyn was a very lucky man to understand the beauty about him. |
||
|
Shery |
Re: A Touch Of Nature (Shery) | ||
|
Posts: 3904 (05/16/09 9:04) Lady Shery deWinter
|
"You let her... escape?"
The Sith Mistress' voice was low and sharp, not much louder than a whisper. Her eyes half closed into narrow slits as she stared at the worthless man in front of her. It had taken years of planning to capture one of Alderaan's queen's ladies in waiting and bring her to Coruscant. Many aristocratic gentlemen had paid well in advance for the opportunity to break her into one of her finest brothels on that side of the galaxy and important political connections had been made on top of the arranged "meeting". But something had happened. The worthless bodyguards of the brothel had taken the liberty of going out for a nice drink, thinking that their mistress' three year disappearance was reason enough to let their guard down, unaware that although done mostly in writing, she had resumed that specific house's business with in remote control. The girl had been smart enough to escape, and was probably headed back to her planet as they were speaking. "Lady deWinter..." the man said began. She could hear the fear in his voice, almost smell how terrified he was. With good reason. She didn't have to move her arms anymore to use the Force, all she required was her mind. His fellow coworkers took a step back as his body fell to the floor. Fools, she thought, you always kill the messenger first. She smiled and nodded, allowing the others to think they were free. As they headed to the door, they dropped like flies. There was no escaping it. The Sith Mistress would have to take care of matter personally. She hated wasting time on fixing problems that should not have occured in the first place. Especially when it included the use of her hands, as she knew the operation would. She turned her comlink on. "Get me a ship. If we're not on the way to Alderaan in less than fifteen minutes, you will be executed for purposely causing mission failure."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Shery stepped off her ship. They had landed by one of the villages near Lake Aldera. Had she been in a lighter mood, the Sith might have taken the time to admire the beauty of the planet. But as time was pressing, her men skewered out into the forests, where her local spies told her the lady in question had last been seen running to. Giving her men ways in which they could spend their time amused her. But no, she knew how to find the expensive brat on her own, if only others would not interfere. She had chosen to don a simple peasant's dress, which did nothing to either hide or emphasize her body. Her hair had been pulled back into a bonnet and a small basket filled with some of her finest potions was laid next to her. The woman inspected herself in the mirror, making sure she would easily pass for one of the locals. It had always amazed her to see what simple garments could do to distract from from a face such as hers, when it came to females. Had the lady been a male, she would have taken a different approach. It was almost a shame that lords and princes did not bring as much income as one would expect at a brothel. Walking along the path she knew would lead her to the lake, Shery began to sing. Her voice seemed to lift into the air and echo through the lush greens. A simple happy expression came over her face; her costume had just been perfected. It had been a while since she last allowed her voice to carry itself in the classical manner. Seven years, to be precise, when she was but a Knight and had broken into an opera house filled with Jedi. She had taken the stage to see if she could get away with performing in front of them. Not a single one remained apathetic by the time she was done, and all had clapped wildly for her. By the time they realized she was not the one who was supposed to perform, she had been long gone, the galaxy-famous soprano's body well stored in her luggage. She knew the strength of her singing. If the stupid girl was anywhere around, she would be drawn to it out of pure interest. Shery's talent could not be matched by many, and these silly Aldeerians appreciated the arts almost more than they did their worthless lives. If anyone else would come... She could deal with them later. Shery reached lake. She knew the waters would help in carrying her voice over more distance than she could manage herself, without making the Sith's presence known. She sat herself by the shore and closed her eyes, falling deep into the aria. |
||
|
Kyle Solo |
Re: Dathomir in the Summer [Kyle] | ||
|
Posts: 533 (05/16/09 9:26) Sith Knight
|
"Ah, !@*%... more stupid needles. Try something different Sith." Kyle said as he sliced them out of the
air again.
|
||
|
Ayden Cater |
Re: Strictly Business (Ayden) | ||
|
Posts: 133 (05/16/09 9:29)
Rebel Adept
Part-time Smuggler Corellian Good Guy |
"Well... That really depends on what the Commodore ate for breakfast, the number of complaints he's had so far,
how many times he's nearly been bowled into, and how fast your ship is unloaded." Ayden listed off a seemingly random list of things, all the
while grinning. "He could let you go, or space you, or dress you up in some crazy outfit and make you samba your way
from here to Engineering and back before letting you go in a cramped escape pod." He finished, barely containing his laughter. "In all seriousness, he'll probably just make sure your nav computer's got %%!$ on us and let you be on your
merry."
Turning a corner, Ayden tapped a keypad and stepped to the side. "These are the guest quarters. A little spartan in furnishings, but I think you might be more than comfortable. If you need anything, you still got my com channel." After a moment, he gave a little bow and headed back to the hanger. Yalin would want some personal words, that was certain. |
||
|
Jarrod Conner Kincade |
Re: Return of a Jedi (Open) | ||
|
Posts: 205 (05/16/09 11:00) |
It was then that despite the fact he could have easy walked away from all this, having little or no stake in the matter at hand. Other that the fact the name
of one his few friend in the order was utter despite the fact. They all were told that he was dead was all but perplexing to Jarrod who still unconvinced of
this two motives or identity that he stayed. Try his best to hold his ground with little or no force use at all given what had happend earlier.
He decides to opt out from using it as much possible when from the side the troopers continued to attack. Seem giving him no mind as they all focused on the target at hand which was the fellow beside him. "Alright Connor! If you can give us a lift to Taris than hurry up and get your ship!" He then came out to say as he disposed a few more of the strange troopers about and he replied. " Taris eh? well not really anywhere close to place i'm heading to but then again guess they can wait...alright soon yah done with these men and clean up a good enough spot for a pick up. I'll call my ship over....seeing as its all prep and ready to go anyways." |
||
Quick Reply
EPIII: ROTS 10th Anniversary:
