[01-23:00] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((That fucking sucks! She's not DEAD! I said she wasn't!
[01-23:00] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ))
[01-23:03] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((*cries* now I look like a newbie trying to be cool! *cries again*))
[01-23:04] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: ((*hugs* who's gonna know??? *L*))
[01-23:05] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((But she's my char!! I earned respect with her enough for people to take her surname seriously!))
[01-23:10] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((anyway..FFS))
[01-23:12] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *in a room deep below his home, Nekane upstairs, somewhere or off for the time*he moves into the deep recesses of his palace, the dankness of the basement and into a secret chamber, closing the false wall behind him and walking over towards a cryo-frozen figure*
[01-23:13] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he is appropriately clad in the finest raw silk Letha has, embroidered with intricate tribal designs, his armored rings on his fingers, and hair pulled back*he slides his fingers along the controls... setting it to thaw her out*
[01-23:16] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *whether or not she dreams is unknown...or of what dreams she's had this long while, if any...her pale face is still behind the glass, even as the temperature begins to rise...the same clothes sticking to her form at the stomach, a deep red stain.*
[01-23:19] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *when the temperature reaches a certain point, the glass lifts free, steam escaping the tube, he steps into it, pulling a spare robe into one hand, watching her*
[01-23:24] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she's still for a while...until her body seems to jumpstart. Brain tells the lungs to work, lungs breath in a deep gasp, sending oxygen to her brain and body, bringing her back to conciousness...she coughs after the first life-giving breath, then breaths in deep again, catching up with many breaths lost this while, a low groan proving she is, despite the way she looks, alive.*
[01-23:32] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: mmm poor poor Anya.... *he wraps the robe around her and guides her from the tube*placing a small kiss on her forehead*
[01-23:37] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she shakes lightly as he wraps the robe around her...his voice...one she recognizes immediately...causes her eyes to snap open...the crystal blue, locking right on him....and she would fight him right here and now...if she had the strength. But even so, to stand, to breathe even, takes so much effort*
[01-23:40] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he guides her to a sofa type setting in the room, setting her down there* You're suffering from hybernation sickness... it will pass, my dear Anya...
[01-23:43] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *her voice is winded, quiet, pushing what animosity(and she has alot) she has towards him aside to ask the simpler questions* Where am I>
[01-23:47] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he sits at her back, one hand lightly stroking her hair back* You are on my world...
[01-23:49] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: Your world?
[01-23:55] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: Yes, mine... here, I was made lord.
[01-23:56] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *mutters* That's not a bloatage of your ego...*aww, it's dry and cynical. It's really Anya!*
[02-00:01] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *smirks* merely the truth *his hand lightly brushes her cheek*
[02-00:04] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she moves away slightly from his touch, bringing one of her own hands to her mouth as she focuses on settling her upset stomach, spinning in vertigo from standing upright...but something confuses her...though she remembers him fully..as she used two, she still can't remember what the hell happened.* What did you do to me?
[02-00:05] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((er...two=to...oi))
[02-00:08] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: You were wounded, and would have died... had I not put your body in stasis.
[02-00:10] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she swallows the tightness in her throat down, dropping her hand* wounded? How the hell did I manage that?
[02-00:17] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: You... suprised my wife. *he lightly rubs her arms, attempting to warm her up*
[02-00:21] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and her eyes glance at him...silent for a while...finding his nurturing a bit surprising to say the least...and the married thing doesn't come as a surprise..heh* *she purses her lips against another rising in her stomach, closing her eyes to push the vertigo away again...* How long was I out?
[02-00:22] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: A year and a half... My apologies for the delay, but I've had to do the healing in small portions... *he moves a hand across her stomach, pushing the cloth away* you see?
[02-00:25] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *yes...the WTF exclaimation of "A year and a HALF?!" crosses her mind...but opening her eyes to glance at her stomach, and blinking...fingers moving to brush the scartissue. Yet another one to add to the list of Zhen-inflicted injuries*
[02-00:26] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *his hand trails behind hers* the scars will leave in time...
[02-00:30] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and she frowns...eyes on his hand...pausing...* Why didn't you just leave me? *after all, in her mind, he's been trying to get rid of her for years...succeeded once even...*
[02-00:33] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: I have my reasons... *his hand traces away from the touch*his tone distant... he did afterall have a thing for her, prior to learning she was blood... which... was just wierd*
[02-00:37] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((*cough*hehe)) Only your own...as always...*she shifts slightly, wrapping the robe around her tighter, a cold shiver running through her* *her eyes search the floor, memory working on recollecting what memories he gave back to her...and what she did before then...the blank void that filled her mind for those several months prior*
[02-00:49] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *his arms wrap around her* I imagine you must be hungry...
[02-00:50] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *his arms scare her out of her thoughts...but, be it strength lacking or whatever, she doesn't move from them.* ...a bit...I suppose
[02-00:55] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he nods* There is a change of clothes at the edge of the chair, they should fit you... the wall opens by pressing the red stone, through it and up the stairs, I'll be arranging for your meal.
[02-01:02] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and...she's at a loss for words, for once...she really doesn't know what to say...*
[02-01:04] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *wooo! Third time he's managed that in either of their existances!*he gently moves away from her and towards the secret door*
[02-01:06] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((*L*))
[02-01:07] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: Zhen...*speaks after a moment, blue eyes, now a deep blue-violet color, glancing at him*
[02-01:08] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *his head turns, looking towards her* Yes, Anya?
[02-01:09] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ...thanks...
[02-01:11] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he nods and then moves through the door*
[02-01:19] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *once he's gone, she sits for a moment...before moving to her feet, carefully, and glancing at the clothes set for her...fingers brushing over the cloth...and moves to change, standing for a minute though, fingers brushing over the scar on her abdomen again...looking at it once more, before slipping the (no doubt) fine material over her bare skin*
[02-01:33] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *a long skirt with a slit down one side, and the top of top of the dress well fitted and embroidered no less*
[02-01:36] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *nice ^_^* *her hands smooth out the dress...hasn't worn a dress in a long while...she pauses for a moment...before moving, pressing the button to open the door, and peering up the stairs...then starts up, running a hand through her hair...and twists it to knot it at the base of her neck...*
[02-01:42] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *at the top is a hallway, the first opened door on the left is a small dining room, small but comfortable*
[02-01:43] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and with that, she ventures there, lingering in the doorway, examining her surroundings*
[02-01:47] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he is standing there, there's a chair pulled out at the table, a plate of varied meats and vegetables on the plate, along with a glass of the alcohol of choice on the planet*
[02-01:48] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and pauses...hoping that Ali remembers last post just in case floods of unknowns take the room*
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[02-13:01] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: .
[02-13:04] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she watches him carefully then, as if expecting an explaination...nothing vague like he always does...like..what the hell is the name of the damned planet she's on! For cryin' out loud! :oP*
[02-13:05] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he moves over to the chair at her looks, pulling it out to face her* by all means, have a seat.
[02-13:07] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: I expect a few words along with it, Zhen...*but, she does move to the chair...blames it on her shakey legs...heh*
[02-13:09] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: I would expect nothing less... from you... Anya *smirks*
[02-13:12] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she watches him* Can you blame me, Zhen? I mean, come on. You're telling me you mortally wounded me, then froze my ass just to heal me...take me to a planet I don't even know about, and expect me to be silent about it?
[02-13:16] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: I did not wound you, Anya... Though I must admit *smirk broadens* you're taking this all much better than expected
[02-13:17] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *growls slightly* Blame the hybernation sickness.
[02-13:18] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: You are a planet, in a system that is realtively unknown, and small enough to not be noticed by any major politcal groups. known as Letha
[02-13:20] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: Letha? *glances at him* great...now...where's my ship and L3...
[02-13:20] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: ((you are on a planet))
[02-13:21] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((I knew what you ment ^_^))
[02-13:21] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: Where you left them. Quite naturally
[02-13:22] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she stares at him..for a long time...as if trying to think...to remember...and when she does, she swears* Tatooine...
[02-13:25] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: Quite on the opposite side of the galaxy at present then...
[02-13:26] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and with that, her reply is a clink of the table as she smacks her head down onto the surface...avoiding her plate, of course*
[02-13:27] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: You seem a bit vexed... *watching her, picking a small bit of food from her plate and tossing it in his mouth*
[02-13:29] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *muffled into the table* My ship has probably been sold, and L3 dismantled by now...and that's minus the fact that my ship is there and not here, thus, giving me no way to leave.
[02-13:29] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: You assume I would offer that as an option? *watching her*
[02-13:31] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and she grunts...and her tone is restrained.* No....You wouldn't. I know you better...*a hidden whine about that deep inside her tone. damnit*
[02-13:32] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he pulls another seat to the table, sitting at a corner to her* Well, I suppose you'll just have to make the best of it then...
[02-13:34] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and she peers at him through strands of blonde, head not moving from the table surface*...Optimism isn't you, Zhen...
[02-13:37] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: Though cynicism fits you like a glove my dear Anya... *he moves to his feet, moving behind her, his hands drifting to her shoulders with a slight hesitation*
[02-13:39] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *her head lifts to follow him, until he moves behind her, not wanting to crain her stiff neck...* Always has.
[02-13:41] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: Mmm, indeed. *smirks, and starts working to unstiffen her neck*
[02-13:45] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and she lets him. Force knows why...but she does, even though it does rise question in her mind...* Why are you doing this? You've never come close to any of this before...*he was treating her...well... nice*
[02-13:45] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and it was starting to kinda freak her out*
[02-13:47] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: As I said before Anya... I have my reasons...*continues from her neck to her shoulders*
[02-13:47] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and her eyes close lightly* And those reasons are?
[02-13:52] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: I want you.... here, Anya... I can keep a better eye on you. *and he manages another light smirk* You always seem to get into some trouble or other.
[02-13:53] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: In case you failed to notice, you're the cause of a good percentage of that trouble...
[02-13:54] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *smirk comes more easily* Indeed, I do tend to be... *and he starts to move down her back* You should eat you know...
[02-13:57] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *mutters* In a moment...
[02-13:58] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *and he moves along her lower back, massaging it for a moment, and then his hands drift away, moving again to his seat*
[02-14:03] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she pauses...and wierdly, her appetite is gone* ...and so...*she opens her eyes, but sets them down...whoah, where they green just a moment ago? heh.* I'm just to remain here for the rest of my life, or do you have other plans?
[02-14:04] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: That would not be all... but if it were... would it really be so bad? To be treated as a goddess for the rest of your livlihood?
[02-14:06] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she seems to ponder that for a while...only to reply with a soft "I don't know..."*
[02-14:09] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he looks to her for a moment, then off as though something has caught his attention* I take trips off planet rather often... you would be more than welcome to join me on them...
[02-14:13] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she glances at him, pausing for a moment, raising her chin slightly* Are there any methods of communication? Possible chances I can get ahold of my droid?
[02-14:14] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: There is one terminal in the room you were in earlier. We could go there once you've finished eating.
[02-14:17] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and blinks* we?
[02-14:19] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: You still suffer from some of the side effects of hybernation sickness. You might drop unconcious at any moment... it's best I'm with you for the most part for the next 20 hours or so
[02-14:21] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *uh huh...suuure* Wouldn't your wife get jealous?
[02-14:22] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: were she, you likely would not be breathing right now. *smirks slightly*
[02-14:24] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: I almost wasn't...wasn't I? *eyes him, then moves to stand...but having to catch herself on the table...fucking sickness*
[02-14:25] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he moves to his feet and he helps her up, guiding or moving to guide her arm around his shoulder*
[02-14:27] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and...she hates it. Having to lean on him of all people...being healed by him...everything...and she just nods her thanks...she won't word it...she can't*
[02-14:30] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he rests a hand on her waist*and begins walking with her, back down the hall and stairs towards the secret room*
[02-14:33] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and they walk in silence. She's silently scolding herself..her situation...how she hated him...but at the same time...he was treating her...well...perhaps like a brother should. But she really wouldn't know...would she?*
[02-14:35] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *and he presses the red stone, the door turning open, and he steps inside with her, moving her towards the communications terminal*
[02-14:37] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and she double steps once, to move from him...if he'll let her, murmuring..off the subject of what she's thinking* He probably thinks I'm dead...
[02-14:41] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he lets her, once they're at the terminal, he steps slightly to the side*
[02-14:44] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and she takes a seat...and instead of punching in her known hailing code, she punches in one totally unknown...woo, secret....and waits* Please don't be gone...please let L3 answer...I want my ship, damnit.
[02-14:47] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he leans his back against the terminal, waiting*
[02-14:48] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and...no answer...* *she swears...*
[02-14:49] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: no answer I take it? *kicks off the terminal and spinning around, standing just behind her now*
[02-14:52] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *murmurs* I can try again later...maybe he's powering up, or...something...
[02-14:53] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: And how long would something of that nature take? *tilting his head slightly*
[02-14:55] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: As long as it takes. I don't know. it depends. *spoken snappishly. she doesn't like not being able to talk to her droid* depends how long he drained himself...
[02-14:56] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *smirks slightly* Well... are of course welcome to make use of it whenever you wish...
[02-14:56] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: ((/you/ are of course argh! ))
[02-14:57] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((*L* *hugs*))
[02-14:57] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *murmurs, leaning back* thanks.
[02-15:05] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *his hands come to her shoulders again* Would you like to see your room then?
[02-15:08] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she'd shake her head if she didn't hold it back. yeah. freaked out* I guess...being that there is nothing else that can be done...
[02-15:13] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he nods* and helps her to her feet again*
[02-15:17] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *helped slightly, she then pushes from his hold* I can walk, Zhen.
[02-15:17] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *ah, stubborn Anya.*
[02-15:18] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *even more stubborn Zhen though... he lifts her right off her feet one arm under her knees, the other at her back* Not well enough...
[02-15:21] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she struggles for a bit, but figuring he's not going to let her down she stops* I'm not going to get my strength back if you baby me, Zhen!
[02-15:22] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: You can get it back later... *he shifts her in his arms and then begins to carry her out and up the stairs, towards the room that has been set aside for her*
[02-15:25] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she growls* This is not starting well, Zhen. I'm gonna kill you.
[02-15:28] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *Smirks* of that I've no doubts, my beautiful Anya. *and outright grins*then kicks a door open, it's a spacious room, a large window balcony opening showing the top of the jungle beyond*
[02-15:32] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and the names...wtf was with the names?* *she shoots him a glare, before glancing into the room...blinking. Shit...that's...kinda cool...*
[02-15:36] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *he walks over to a chair in the room an sets her down in it* There, regain your strength all you will now *smirks*
[02-15:37] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *she still glares at him* What is with you? Guilty concience or something? you aren't...yourself...
[02-15:44] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *smirks* As always, I have my reasons.
[02-15:46] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and she grunts* ass.
[02-15:49] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: Sticks and stones *grins*
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[02-15:50] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: .
[02-15:50] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: .
[02-15:52] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: I only wish *glances at him*
[02-15:56] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: Anything else I can... get for you?
[02-15:57] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *and she shakes her head* no...I'm..fine...
[02-15:58] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: Certain?
[02-15:59] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: positive...
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[02-16:23] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: Verywell then *he turns and heads for the door* I'll return shortly...
[02-16:25] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: Great...open the door slowly so I can prepare a blunt object...
[02-16:33] JOIN: Get a Name! has entered.
[02-16:36] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: It would be exceptionally unwise *smirks and steps out of the room*
[02-16:38] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *snorts* bastard...*then after a moment, stands...to examine her room more closely*
[02-16:42] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *goes about random business #27*
[02-16:43] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((OMG! You sicko! :oP))
[02-16:48] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *aaand...er...enough random businesses...if we're gonna continue, a few hours or so, exaustion from the hybernation sickness took her over...so what a better thing to do then to make use of the bed, and so she sleeps lightly...er..yus*
[02-16:48] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: ((what?!))
[02-16:48] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: ((*L*))
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[02-16:49] 052f7, Get a Name!: Odd. I seem to remember killing Anya Kenobi...but my memory has long since left me.
[02-16:51] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: *stabbed and then froze her in carbonite himself, thus no one could have killed her*
[02-16:52] 052f7, Get a Name!: Maybe it was Luna Kenobi...some Kenobi...
[02-16:52] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((You didn't stick around long enough! :oP))
[02-16:52] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: ((were that the case I would applauding you, that wench needs death))
[02-17:00] 052f7, Get a Name!: Yes..
[02-17:00] 052f7, Get a Name!: Here we are..
[02-17:01] 052f7, Get a Name!: http://192.168.1.100/nyevin_maggrig.txt - not that I'm complaining or anything-if she was somehow resucitated I understand perfectly and wouldn't challenge it...I just remember if you wonder that bit of history...
[02-17:02] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((I know someone hit a final blow...but afterwards, Zhen did indeed freeze her, because I told him to
[02-17:02] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ))
[02-17:02] 052f7, Get a Name!: Ah. How was she revived? Must've been some Jedi healing or somesuch.
[02-17:02] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((and I've been wandering through logs all day too, to find it*L*))
[02-17:03] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((Yeah, as stated at the beginnings of this RP that we're performing now))
[02-17:04] 052f7, Get a Name!: Good heavens, that would indeed be a futile search! The most ancient archives in my possession retell the Yavin battle, but that fight we had was far, far before it...that text file would be the sole reminder of some ambiguous details.
[02-17:05] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((*whines* but it's not coming up!
[02-17:05] 052f7, Get a Name!: Unless you got them from Jezral..?
[02-17:05] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ))
[02-17:06] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((I've actually found the logs for before the fight...so they're in there somewhere))
[02-17:07] 052f7, Get a Name!: Yikes..loooooong ago.
[02-17:07] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: ((I don't claim to have the world's most detailed memory but Anya was on board the ship when she was stabbed an frozen and she was quite fine prior to that time, and since I can't open the file...))
[02-17:07] 052f7, *Stoneneedle: *Gets comfy*
[02-17:07] 052f7, *Stoneneedle 
: Heere we go.
[02-17:08] 052f7, *Stoneneedle 
: Test.
[02-17:09] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((still looking. heh))
[02-17:18] Stoneneedle heeheehees
[02-17:20] e536e, *Zhen Sunrider: ((*gives Stonie a good kick in the pants with a steel tip boot*))
[02-17:20] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((JFC, did NO ONE RP back then! *smacks all the OOC she's been going through*))
[02-17:21] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : *Phases oot*
[02-17:25] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : There we go. Blue is better..
[02-17:26] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : Maybe a nice bold..
[02-17:26] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : ooh-hoo-hoo. Love that bold. God you are such a sexy MOTD, I am raping you with a rusty pipe.
[02-17:27] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : Whoa. Psychadelic.
[02-17:27] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((*LOL*))
[02-17:28] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : *Huggles Anya*
[02-17:29] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((*huggles back* j00 so silly, stonie ^_^))
[02-17:37] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : *searches...*
[02-17:37] 052f7, *Stoneneedle 
: JENTH! *huggle*
[02-17:39] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((???))
[02-17:46] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : My icon.
[02-17:47] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : It's very near and dear to me, though few like it but me...
[02-17:48] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((you're crazy...*L* and I'm still looking, though the time has narrowed down a bit*L*))
[02-17:50] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : That's good. Maybe someday Jezral will host the full archives and have a search engine available...
[02-17:53] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((mrrr..unless..I dunno..I think it could have gotten lost in the .dk/.com thingie...
[02-17:53] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ))
[02-17:54] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : ((Or it's just too dang old to have even been recorded...))
[02-17:54] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : Err...*eyes (( ))*
[02-17:54] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((no, because there are RPs that are most definately OLDER then it in the logs))
[02-17:55] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : No chat is older than SoD...maybe X-chat was around when the RP was done...but it was really, really long ago.
[02-18:00] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: kay...was it all before you and Falcon had all your RPs?
[02-18:02] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : Well before that..
[02-18:02] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((Because..trying to remember...could have been the summer of 01...))
[02-18:03] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((it had to have been a summer or a christmas break...that was the time I had access long enough for that rp))
[02-18:04] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : That sounds about right...
[02-18:05] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: ((and so I go to August. heh))
[02-18:06] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : Simpler times...did you find those logs in biglog.php?
[02-18:07] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: yep
[02-18:12] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : WTF ROFL
[02-18:12] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : [24-06:06] 29415, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Yes, Rob, but in the immortal words of Obi-wan Kenobi.... "...shut up, Rob!"))
[02-18:14] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *L* I love logs.
[02-18:14] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: they keep me amused for a long assed time
[02-18:19] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : I was so in your face.
[02-18:19] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : Not in yours, I mean, in general is more like it..
[02-18:20] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *L*
[02-18:20] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: 53] ca2e3, *President Zahra : Yes, Night Stalker. Or ST47, or whatever you wanna call him. Me, I call him Snuggly-ookums. *giggles lots*
[02-18:20] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: *snicker fits* Ria was a nut
[02-18:24] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : Yeah, hehe.
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[02-18:45] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : Nothing...a few particularly uninspired RPs involving an "Anya Santia"...
[02-18:47] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: saw those.
[02-18:47] ab0d4, Anya Kenobi: I'm still lookign though...because I read some RPs with Anya after she had lost her memory, and that's before the fight
[02-18:51] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : Yeah, I'm finding it tough to re-enact the timeline.
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[03-16:07] b8c24, Get a Name!: In the immortal words of half the planet; "Stoney is a tool." o/
[03-16:30] d1c60, Get a Name!: *LMAO*
[03-16:38] d1c60, ºRob: *Baps lack of auto login*
[03-17:12] 052f7, *Stoneneedle : *Claps* Bravo for immaturity.
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[04-22:27] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Begins laughing maniacally*
[04-22:28] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Stops abruptly*
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[05-11:15] daf5e, ºMazzik 
: Okay.
[05-11:15] daf5e, ºMazzik : Something's got to give.
[05-11:15] daf5e, ºMazzik : I will have a plot story posted, most likely, by early, early Saturday morning.
[05-11:17] daf5e, ºMazzik : With the plot story up, then the RP can officially be kicked off.
[05-11:17] daf5e, ºMazzik : Just updating you.
[05-11:17] daf5e, ºMazzik : In case you care.
[05-11:17] daf5e, ºMazzik : Check Sat.
[05-11:18] daf5e, ºMazzik : For story.
[05-11:18] daf5e, ºMazzik : *GONE*
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: Woo.: I love that.: _: There. That's better.
: Or maybe go with this grey OOC as well. So many questions.: I'm pretty stoked.: I'm just sad that my admin dot has to go. I'll miss fiddling with stuff. :(: Um: Um?: Do either of you have a list with colours? Mine appear to be all gone.: Woo.: Hahaha. We grabbed NR characters at the same time.: We rule.: I use PS for my colours.: yes.: Test.: *lost icon for a second there*: *frightened?*: Drax is a fop: *The evul bad guys pose in front of the camera for a rare all-cast shot.*: *bunny-ears a couple of them*: *One wears a red party hat, another holds a glass of red wine. El'derriss brandishes a cigar.*
: Test,: OOC: hum
: Now children...: Test test.: There she is. There's the purple.: *purple*: *chitters*&: *oversees*: This still has all its stuff.: Woah, that's an ugly green. We'll have to change that.: SoD -- biggest and best.: C9C200 Ronnie: Test.: Test: Poo: Test?: Eww.: Only character ever to use yellow for me since I hate yellow.: Not ew.: Liar: Your Jedi used yellow: I think: pl: Test.
: Dum de dum..: No Directorate symbol anymore: WTF: JEDI IS DEAD: I'll use an orange for this one sicne I never use an orange.: Jedi is dead: Need to fix that: Also: Need Directorate: um: Jedi fixed
: Now there is no Jedi.: Whoops.: Okay.: Question: Clear the database or no?: We would reregister all characters that they wanted.: But..: It's quite. Big.: Its big big: Policy meeting.: Clear the database? I vote yes.: Afaik the possible compromise was to create a copy of SoD in a /copysod room: so ppl still retained profiles and such: then clear here and reregister all who ask and on the old database: Oh, good idea V: Yes.: That way they could transfer their profiles and what-not.: yup, so noone loses their profiles/colours/image locations: it does need pruning, and thats impossible really with a database that size: Brilliant.: I agree.: All right. Let's do it, then.: *fixes banner at top of page also*: Okay.: What should we do for a poll?: Shit, that's a dark colour: Should the Imperial Directorate be merged into counting as the Ne'kressis Imperium?: Ehm.: Something less plot intensive, perhaps?: Should Mazzik buy: a) one can of beer b) two cans of beer c) a six pack d) none, he should die of thirst.: rofl: We want ways to get feedback. Bitchy, whiney feedback. The poll should be broader, and there should probably be a board topic where people can yell at us.: Board topic:: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK, EH?!!?: Is that a Canadian joke? *eyes*: No. Of course not.: Do you want to blame Canada for the Ne'kressis taking Corellia?: I was the word eh used correctly in a sentence.: *cackles*: Ronnie, can you make a poll?: A) I don't know how: B) My ideas are lame: If you were making a Canadian joke, it should be "What d'you think aboot all this, eh?": The aboot is key.: c) Mazzik and me want to go cyb0r: I could make a poll. I can't promise the poll won't be about fashion, but I can make a poll. :P: Rephrase:: Ronnie, can you make a poll concerning SoD?: And not something like: "What do you think about the Ne'kressis -- you know, they wear white after Labor Day!": :P: Labour fs: Oh, go eat some crisps: *does*: And smoke a fag: Hey kids, maybe we should change the master email to one that um... doesn't belong to Cay.: um: um?: No idea how to change it: Ask Jez: Or Fx: I know how to change it. Just tell me what the new master email should be.: done it myself bwahaha: Good for you.: Hey, I found Lirica de Fe's email: Imagine that: Apparently I don't know where one changes the poll.: "Poll": That just takes me to the actual poll.: "Edit Poll": I don't seem to have that option.: Nor do I: Stop making up commands, V: I have it on my admin handle in a different chatroom.: But I'm chat master there, so it's different.: Clearly, V must do it.: woo me: relogin Ronnie: I should probably shower: And start getting ready for work: Alas: work: Yes: Work: I am lame: whoa shit: this is weird: i put my console on top instead of on bottom: lol: I don't like it that way. Weirds me out.: Quite.: Ronnie: you can edit poll now: I know. I haven't decided what the poll will be yet.: And right now, I have to go shower.: Ta ta.: l8rz: *jumps in shower after Ronnie*: *jumps in shower after V*: Yeah. I only found out today also Rob: :P: lo: LTNS: Katakana?: nope sorry: no idea :/: I didnt even know what it was heh: :P: Hm: what?: witchhunter robin?: whose that: 'lo, Owl: Goose.: I am so stoked for SoD restart.: Restart of RPG at SoD.: *points to red MotD*: Roleplaying died off a while ago.: And the chat, effectively, shut down: We're reopening it: Giving the plot a kick in the ass: And hoping that people come back around to the motherland.: Eh.: Don't be a nay-sayer.: Reformat the plot, really.: Give it more solid ground to stand on: Reaffirm where the characters are: By stringing together events that happened over the last two months of the chat.: Giving them rhyme and reason: No: I've been sick of ToW really ever since I went there: I'm going to write a fantastic story to let everybody know what's going on.: But there was really nothing else around to go to.: Ronnie will be that admin: I will be stepping down as soon as the chat is re-launched: Trust me Owl: It will work: lol: Ooo.: Yes. Do that.: There really was a lot of dialogue.: I am going to go read my IR chapters.: So I don't fail the test tomorrow.: Mazz has gone: I return: thx: *reads website*: Hmm.: I suppose it couldn't hurt to tell a little.: Mazz is a poo poo head: He is :/: ...and where is your AIM: I meant where were you :/: I cant see you on AIM :?: OOC: Hmm...
Jezral fixes icon...: Hmm: hm: o/: you can register your own characters :P the database looks so clean now: Registered him :P: hehe: I havent registered any of my characters yet: Im writing a post to explain the purge tho
: What is a Donkey's year?: Donkey Year: *peek*: #jem?: J: what do you mean dude?: Jen - IM me or Rohan for registeredness: uh oh: *needs loo* *will brb after loo and microwave meal(: done loo part
: ((*eyes*)): hehe: AOL: haha: *hasnt registered any characters yet*: ...: might help if I actually modified my character chain: ..again... might help if I actually clicked ok: Grand Archon of the Ne'kressis fleet: ...with no ability to swap chain: o/: Overall Control of the Ne'kressis Imperium: Traitor to the Ne'kressis Imperium: Senator of Kuat. War Council Member: ..chain: Scourge of the Imperium: Scourge of the Imperium: Member of the Ruling Council, contact to the Eclipse Order: Better colour ktnx: Agent of the Council: General pe0n: I AM MADE OF PURE LIGHT. I CAN POWER A FLASHLIGHT.: lol: Falcon fights with the chat: Ah, the character chain stands.: Most excellent!: I agree, and perhaps I should find a new color to use for this character.: lol: psssst the other day mazzik farted and it was pretty smelly: We know, the smell is still here: better get a glade plug-in: *Points to ten of them*: get the department of health then: D get the hazmat team in here stat :(: :: *opens the windows*: *His boots clamp against the metal railing belonging to elevated catwalk that hangs over the bridge of the Vainglory whose viewports stared out into the vacuum of space that dominated the Outer Rim. His posture rigid and straight, his attire sublime from any creases in the dark material. The deep dark shade of purple in his cloak hangs from his shoulders and dances around his ankles, his black gloves engulging his hands and majoirty of his forearm. Reaching his command chair, he seats himself down, sinking down to purely gain comfort. His elbows propping onto the steel armrests, his hands meeting and knitt together, steepling over his lap.*: *Space ripples before the Vainglory as a shadowy phantom of a vessel begins to warp into appearance. A tendrilled vessel, with sleek black armour and maws of eerie emerald light. The six-hundred metre ship comes to a halt before the Eclipse vessel. It is a Ne'kressis Sha'lein cruiser.*: *He merely stares out at the viewport infront of him. A small smirk curling into the corner of his lips as his eyes widen with awe. His gods had arrived. His head bowed down as his eyes slipped shut in some form of respect. He allowed his 'gods' to intiate any form of communication for again - out of respect. He would not be so brash and idiotic to anger them in even the simplist of things.*: *An echoed emotionless voice transcends across the communication* Lower your shields. You have five seconds to comply *The Sha'lein continues to hang their in space, the ship looking like it is ready to claw apart the other.*: *His head perks up as the words manifest within his mind. He looks down at the command crew below him, more precisely, the communication officer. That was the glory of the architecture in the bridge of the Vainglory the crew looked up at the platform with equal respect and pride that the hierarchy set. He bowed his head in a brief nod, the communications officer complying as the shields obiedently lower.*: ...: *desires stealth immediately!*: *There is silence in response to the shields being dropped, a flicker of movement from the phase launchers as a shadowy missile shoots forth from the Ne'kressis vessel.*: *bites ronnie*: *bitten* *twice shy?*: O_O: You know, once bitten, twice shy? the expression?: *The Vainglory rocks violently as the missle collides against the metal hull of the ship. He grunts, fingers tightening around the metal armrests. Eyes narrowing he disguises an inward expression of confusion and bewilderment.*: never heard of it.: But I must go. I have to go ski in the morning. With sexy results.: *Indeed, moments before it would strike the missile would begin to unphase and collide with the hull - boaring into it, the nozzle of it being a small plasma cutter. It continues to cut through the hull, before becoming firmly rooted within the inferior vessel. Yet it does not explode, instead the bridge viewport facing the Ne'kressis ship would being to waiver and shimmer as if turning into liquid form.*: More like you suck: *munches on ronnie's brains*: *Only observing, he remains conflicted for the moment, he would not fire on a superior vessel for one, the Vainglory could not outmatch the Ne'kressis vessel but if the gods had already choose the fate of the capital ship of the Eclipse Order. Then so be it. Teniel remained in his seat. Silent and still.*: *With a clink clink, a pyramid shaped device topples out from thin air through the viewport and rolls across the main bridge gantry - the overhead illumination flickering as it dims. A muffled report of energy being drained from the ship as each console begins to die.*: *He growls once again as the lights that give an essence of safety and that peaceful hum of the computer terminals die down, that feeling leaving him for a split moment. Eyes narrowing into fine narrow slits, a frustrated growl lingering in his throat as air of helplessness truely gets to him.*: *The triangular device finally rests upon its base before Teniel - only a mere few meters away, within easy view of the bridge. The constant shimmering of the viewport becomes disturbed once again - two centered shockwaves of ripples rolling across its surface as something disturbs it, the brief flicker of movement. With a click, the pyramid begins to crack apart, creating thin lines of an inner emerald light dotting across its surface. Yet the pyramid does not explode, not disintegrate, nor crack totally apart - just those eerie glowing thin lines symmetrical to the pyramid's dimensions. Shadows seem to be drawn towards the device - a mass of black shadow forming upon the small device tip.*: *Brows knitting together, he has to squint his eyes to watch intently, his vision already having to grow familiar with the new found darkness shrouding the bridge of the Vainglory . Yet a hint of intrigue portrays itself on his visage as he lifts his chin upward, staring down at the pyramidal, his jaw set. body somewhat tense.*: *Suddenly, the shadows being to whirl upwards from the pyramid point - forming into a massive incarnation of the arachnid 'God'. The shadowy presence looks down upon Teniel - eyes devoid of any emotion - total darkness. Voids.* En Zarei *Rumbles the gravely voice across the bridge*: *As the shadows form the outline of the Ne'kressis, he stands and steps forward from his command chair. Bringing himself down onto one knee and bows his head. Again he was only acting out of respect, having been graced by the presence of the proclaimed 'gods' of his religion. He kept his low for a moment, before slowly rolling it back to stare up at the arachnid.*: ((*his head low)): We hopes you can do better than your predecessor *The voice seems to fill the bridge, the shadows fluttering around the small pyramid device.* Your Order is in disarray... it is proving chaotic, yet there is no overall goal or leadership. We will provide a goal. You are to disrupt all trade routes throughout the Inner Rim - cut off supplies entering the so-called Core. *Straight to the point.*: We will need to expand our forces to successfully block all trade routes, thus our forces will grow thin and will not hold...*His own voice is devoid from any emotion, he too getting straight to the point and countering their request with a truthful statement.*: We will need to expand our forces to successfully block all trade routes, thus our forces will be stretched thin and will not hold...*His own voice is devoid from any emotion, he too getting straight to the point and countering their request with a truthful statement.*: The inferior Republic has been given a much more tempting target than your Order. Yet, you may concentrate upon the Trade Routes known to you as the Corellian Run and the Rimma.: It will be done. *he lowers his head once more, in yet another confirming nod.*: *The shadowed creature pauses for a moment before speaking again* You may ask one question: Is there anything else you'd have us do? *lifts his gaze upward to the arachnid, arching both eyebrows as he keeps himself in a knelt position.*: Interesting.... *Says almost to itself* Oversee the insurrection along the trade routes and their respective planets. We only require you're disruptions for now.: Very well. We shall do what you have asked immediately. *already his mind was formulating a plan - mobilizing the Eclipse Order fleet to the aforementioned trade routes, the sheer thought of this caused a smug smile to play on his lips.*: Good. remember that we are always watching you for signs of weakness inferior dharma *With that the shadowed image explodes outwards, the emerald slits disappearing as the pyramid device snaps itself shut.*: *It wasn't until the image disappeared from his eyes that he visibly shuddered. Forcifully opening his eyes, he stands slowly. Grabbing a handful of the fabric belonging to his cloak, he through it over his shoulder, letting it billow around his ankles for a good moment before he shifted his body around for his eyes to scan the bridge, at his crew who quickly returned to their work - staring at their consoles, forwarding orders and reports. Letting out a waft of his hot breath, he sat himself back down in his command chair with a now passive expression.*: *The pyramid device seemingly lifts up and begins to make its way back towards the still shimmering viewport. Three rippling outlines appear within the viewport - two of them arachnid and the other being that of the pyramid as they pass through the phased structure. Within moments the power begins to return and the shimmering fades.*: Signal the fleet. *the tone of his voice is firm and commanding. lifting the volume to address the bridge crew. Teniel once again sunk into his seat, elbows resting upon the cold reflective steel slabs of the armrests, his gloved fingers intertwining where his hands meet. That former smug smirk finding his lips once more as the bridge was brought back to life, his eyes adjusting to the light once more.*: *The Sha'lein cruiser seems to have lost interest with Teniel's vessel now as it begins to veer off, turning upon the spot before gracefully gliding up and over - its form waivering as it enters phase space.*: ((*considers*)): *pokes around for lc*: *would have said nn but D had already left :((&: Bling.: Word.: I really wish I hadn't lost the password for 'Mazzik': I wish the same.: ((But meanwhile, I'm going IC. Very exciting.)): *stands in her command room, before a wall of monitors and control pannels. Can watch everything here. Reports from all corners of the galaxy, the status of her ship, and any slimey admirals that may be coming to pay a visit*: *Isn't slimey. Is a well-meaning, good, and upstanding pillar of the NR Brass. Really. Anywho, strides down the corridor to Kalle's command room, clad in his trademark custom black NR uniform. Clunk clunk go his combat boots*: *spies Shane on the monitor. Rolls her eyes and turns towards the entrance, awaiting his glorious entrance*: *surprisingly, doesn't enter right away. Vila would spy that, as he enters the anteroom of her office, where the officer-acting-as-secretary sits at her desk, hating her job and her life, a gleam comes to his eye. Flirts.*: *darts her eyes back to the monitor. Has no Shane on the monitor that displays the front of her command room. Searches the others. Finds him with smitten Bitter Gladis I-didn't-go-to-the-academy-for-THIS-shit the Secretary. Narrows eyes and mutters* Pig.: *does the ever-amusing single-finger cheek stroke thing to Gladis. Tee-hee, indeed. Gets her comm signal and then turns, walking into Vila's office*: *folds her arms across her chest, gracing Shane with a smile that is really just thinly veiled contempt*: *crumples up the sheet if flimsiplast the comm signal is scrawled in. Tosses it in the wastebasket* Hello, love.: That's cruel. Gladis already hates the world enough.: It's not her, it's me.: Asshole.: Now, wait a minute. I think you're judging me unfairly.: Oh? *leans a hip against her desk* How do you figure?: You don't expect me to actually...be seen with her, do you? Firstly, she's a lieutenant. Secondly, it looks like a vornskr manhandled her face.: I'm just looking out for number one.: So why flirt in the first place?: It makes her feel better about herself. Also, we have to have something to argue about, don't we?: It makes her feel better about herself right now. It'll make her feel worse everytime she sees you again. Also, I wouldn't ever ask her to get you coffee again. Who knows what she'll do to it.: And I really don't think we'll ever be at a loss for arguements. Don't you worry.: OOC: brb: What's she going to do? Spit in it?: No, that's smalltime.: She wouldn't dare try to kill me. I'm too valuable to the galaxy.: I didn't say kill you, although... well, a woman scorned...: She wouldn't doom the galaxy just because I'm not sleeping with her. I mean, I know it istragic, what with me being so good looking and brilliant and all...but we all make sacrifices in life. Like me.: You really don't understand women at all.: Scoff.: You don't.: Again: scoff. Unless you're willing to elaborate in precisely what I don't know, eh?: I don't need to elaborate. I know I'm right and you thinking otherwise changes nothing. Now, what did you want?: I just came to tell you how pretty you are.: That's sweet. Why are you always such a waste of my time?: I don't waste your time. I am a bright and shining spot in your day.: Can you at least pretend you come on business?: Fine. I want to go on the offensive.: On what grounds?: We haven't done it in a while.: OOC: brb: hehe: ((*arrives*)): OOC: Test colour since its a random lot of numbers I typed in: OOC: Can you read this?: ((Yeah, it's fine.)): *A piece of debris tumbles gracefully through the vacuum of space, the spacelanes of Bothawui full of junk and battle debris from the merciless slaughter of their defence fleet. If space could convey sound there would be the sound of an angry buzzing as it passes into a curtain of complete darkness - where not even stars sign. In high orbit of Bothawui, rests the supreme flagship of the entire Ne'kressis Imperium - the U'tharis. Appearing like a void and giant black cloud like ink stain within space.*: *Drifting in a guard parade fly entire squadrons of Sha'lein cruisers, their tendrilled forms reaching out as if to claw space itself - the eerie glow of emerald helping to distinguish them within the unforgiving vacuum. A pyramid shaped vessel breaks through the inferior's planet's atmosphere - carrying the illustrious ex-senator. Onboard the black rock vessel, there are rows upon rows of carved encloves - each designed to hold a Ne'kressis warrior. In this case, they are empty - bar one, which holds Nrala. Extreme gravitmetric forces keeping her pinned within the smooth indent. Two Ne'kressis warriors stand guard nearby, brandishing staff weapons.*: *Pinned. Glowers furiously at the staff-brandishing guards, but can't do much more than that at the moment.*: *The pyramid disappears from sight as it enters the black cloud, the Ne'kressis operator upon the 'shuttle' seeming to have no visual sight of his piloting - yet seems grafted into the ship, manipulating controls with all eight limbs. It is a pity that Nrala can't see the majestic vessel within the centre of the cloud - the pride of the Ne'kressis Imperium. A beast that seems dormant for now, like a giant moon sized squid curled up - tentacles wrapped around itself protectively. At least two dozen sleek shaped fighters drop into escort once the shuttle passes the unique shield system, and still unbenowst to Nrala the tip of the pyramid opens to reveal a large giant emerald crystal - a glow pulsating within it.*: *Sees nothing, knows nothing of this supposed majesty and glowing crystal. Continues glowering.*: *Unfortunate, yet the Ne'kressis need not see to perform this manuever. Slowly the pyramid begins to straighten - levelling out so the crystal is at a ninety degree angle. Bright green sparks emit from the crystal as it continues to power up, the glow continuing to throb with increased intensity. Then all movement stops as the shuttle lands base first upon a flat surface.*: *Probably feels the shuttle landing. Still continues glowering.*: *The shuttle control turns within his organic looking control station, void like eyes consulting Nrala as a voice speaks into her mind.* We have arrived. Prepare for Phase-transferal.: control=controller: *Having no idea what "phase-transferal" is, braces herself nontheless, expecting it to be unpleasant.*: *And with that, the back of the aclove begins to shimmer - its solid substance turning into that of liquid within milliseconds. With one deft arm movement, the gravimetric forces begin to push Nrala backwards - which should squash her according to her level of physics - yet instead she begins to 'sink' back into the rippling wall.*: *Completely unprepared for such a thing, she squeezes her eyes shut and lets out a brief roar. Is quite disoriented and rather frightened.*: *And she passes through, disappearing entirely from the shuttle. There is a brief rush of utter weightlessness, followed by the feel of being frozen in ice before she appears again to fall out the shimmering portal and onto the polished black rock floor. Deposited within a giant chamber, rivallring that of the old Senate building within the Old Republic. A monolothic dias rests in a semi circle ahead of her - with the feel of entrapment. Apart from the fluorescent emerald light lining the walls in an almost decorate pattern there is no other lighting. Like a home cinema, there is a emerald lined pathway leading into the circular grasp of the dias.*: *Lands, not quite gracefully, on her hands and knees. Slowly stands, brushing herself off. Her fur ripples in anger as she turns, taking in her surroundings.*: En Zarei Nrala Matylya of Bothawui, we have been expecting you *The union of voices surround her as they boom across the chamber. There is no emotion within them, gravely yet seemingly numbered in the thousands as they bounce off the walls.*: *Spins, searching for the source of the voices.* What do you want of me?: You Bothans made great sacrifices did they not? You are part of us now Nrala Matylya. The inferior rabble known as the New Republic must be destroyed to bring other worlds like yours into our... protection.: *Fur ripples in the Bothan equivalent of narrowing her eyes.* What are the terms of this "protection?": There is no negotiation on this. In becoming a member of the Imperium, you will be subservant to us. You are not elegible for any representation upon the Council, for only ones as pure as ourselves can ever lead the Imperium. Your resources will be added to our own, you will serve us to the best of your ability. You may govern yourselves as you wish, as once this war is over, you may even fight amongst other members of the Imperium if you so desire.: With no benefits whatsoever, what makes you think that we will all serve you to the best of our ability? My people have no love for you.: Because we have your planet core currently targetted with over a thousand phase missile launchers.: *Pauses briefly, to give this fact the consideration it deserves.* I see.: What would you have us do now?: The countdown has begun. *The voices pause for a moment* Once we are the victors, you will be in a great position to challenge others within the Imperium. We have studied your race culture, it is possible that with your considerable degree of cunning that you may become favoured specialists.: How... flattering. Of course, you may rob us of all of our resources, in which case our cunning alone will be quite useless.: We have no need for your credits, nor your inferior technology: Then what is it that you plan to take from us?: Your Spynet and your interior knowledge of how the inferior Republic works: And you will guarantee our safety from the New Republic... and from your own weapons?: The New Republic cannot touch you here. We have no desire to purge you, unless you prove unworthy of our protection: Then our Spynet is at your service. I will, of course, need to speak with my people and alert them to the situation.: Good. *The monotone voices pause for a few moments before speaking again* Now tell us about Endor and this Death Star: *Convinced that this is going nowhere good, but hey, Bothawui is safe, so why not?* Perhaps you'd prefer to read about it in detail, in our historical databases? Those can provide you with more details than I could.: Historical accounts are inaccurate and bland, they do not explore the reasons as to why the actions took place. Why did the Republic risk all to go against the Empire at Endor?: Because the Empire was seen as oppressive and cruel. Because the rebels had little to lose, at that point. Because it was necessary.: Then why not attack Coruscant? Why pursue the Death Star battle station?: ((*Test*)): Because the Death Star could destroy an entire planet. It was the biggest threat to the rebels.: Then why is there not a Republic battle fleet sitting upon the edge of the Bothawui system? *There is still no emotion whatsoever in the voices, they could be talking to a drinks machine in the same tone.*: At the moment, I suppose they consider Bothawui to be a traitorous planet. Furthermore, the Republic does not know your weaknesses. It wouldn't know how to fight back.: Perhaps we should show weakness to lure the Republic out: At the time, our spies were able to get a plan of the Death Star to the rebels, and they were able to analyze it for weaknesses. *Pause.* Perhaps, if the Republic were to get false plans of your ships, they might be more confident in approaching you in war.: *Silence answers her, as the Council members discuss silently amongst themselves through the Khal'ya.*: *Awaits a response, patiently.*: You are dismissed. We will discuss matters in more detail at a later date. You have your own affairs of Bothawui to put in order *At that, two massive arachnid guards step out from the darkness.*: Thank you. *Offers a slight nod of her head in what may or may not be respect.*: *Within the blink of an eye, their staff weapons become levelled to aim at Nrala - the head of it splitting apart as to reveal allow the horizontal view of vivid emerald light. They step forward, ushering Nrala towards the rippling wall*: *Follows the ushering guard, shuddering not a little. Doesn't quite like arachnids, particularly large ones.*: *One of them pokes her forcefully with the staff to knock her through the strange wavey wall.*: *Knocked through the rippling wall of phase-transferal. Should hopefully be slightly more used to it this time.*: *Back into the aclove she goes, the shuttle turning to cart her back to the planet.*: *Hates the alcove. Resumes glowering. And plotting. Plots quite a bit.*: *And so the shuttle reappears amongst the stars, exiting through the veil of darkness and streaking back down towards the planet's atmosphere. Escorts long gone now. Fade*: *Yay. Fades.*: Database was wiped. Check out the Database Purge link in MOTD: I can register that handle for you if you want.: Where do you want your pass?: done: Thanks..: np: Best site ever: http://www.vandegrift.net/evert/retro.html: *Gazing out into the darkness of space, the pinpricks of stars scattered around seemed almost insignificant compared to the collection of vessels present, Teniel stared ominously out the viewport. He was indeed troubled by seperating fleet, but it was necessary to appease the gods. He had already tactically assigned coordinates for the ships to settle on both trade routes. By keeping the fleet within the mid rim he would cut off the Corellian run at Rodia and the Rimma at Sullust, preventing any traffic so easily gaining access to the coreworlds. Though he was troubled by several factors in this campaign. He would have to supply his forces from his substantially defended base. He did not worry too greatly about the New Republic, he was fully confiedent that they could not muster enough forces to counter both his 'gods' and the Eclipse Order. He would have to mount a strong front on both trade routes, plucking the cargo from passing freighters and ships, he did not want to repeat the fate of his predecessor.*: Word. That's a lot.: 0_0: Right, now I'm off to bed. Got work in the morning: Night, V..: Omg, Denver the Last Dinosaur. Good times.: Sadly, I have so many of these already.: <3 SuperTed.: <3 She-Ra: Hmm.. don't think we had that here.: She was three million times cooler than He-Man.: Wuzzles is so bizare. Disney on acid.: hm.. Jason and the Wheeled Warriors: I cant remember the exact name: no clue: Maybe they relaunched the series or something..: "Bananaman". Now that's a genuine superhero.: Hey, it's Yun.. how ya doing? :): No.. it's Yun. :P: But you'll always be Wedge to me as well.. ;): right.. now nn: Heh, sounds about right..: BRB..: *In unison, a sly smirk curls onto his fine lips as his eyes narrow. Observing the fleet dividing. Teniel was not joining either divisions in the interference of the trade routes. He remained in the terroritory which was strictly Eclipse Order space. He would not be so foolish to send all his forces out to the mid rim and not have any forces to defend home. The Vainglory waves the other vessels off, capital ships and starfighters alike entering hyperdrive.*: *Enters the cantina via the rear entrance, tipping his hat and grinning. He strides up to the bar and orders a spiced ale*: ((*Kicks picture*: ((*Also adds ))*)): *Standard blaster holstered in his hip, for appearances only. Is wearing a long beige overcoat, which obscures his main weapon. Turns as Aliandra Litith enters the bar, and his grin widens*: ((*Wishes that his pictures will work!*)): ((Aha!)): ((You heart Rob?)): Allow me *Offers her his biggest smile as he nods to Wuher, who rolls his eyes and walks off to get the drinks* Nice evening, isn't it?: *Wuher comes over with his spiced ale and her Nebula Sunrise, complete with little umbrella. He glares at Elsen* Oh, right. *Slides a few chits across the counter. Wuher checks all of them before muttering and walking away* So, you come here often? Not a very nice place, is it?: ((*LOL*)): I could think of some better places. *Sips his ale, then puts the glass down and leans on the bar with his right elbow, clasping his hands together* But then, not many here on Tatooine.: ((Two months after Yavin, I think)): Oh, you're stuck here? That's too bad. *Sips his drink again, eyeing her closely. A little too closely* Stuck why? Familial commitments? No money?: That's too bad. I only have a fighter myself, but it can fit two people. *Tips his hat* I could get you off-planet, if you like. Where would you like to go?: *Smirks, and hiding it by taking another sip of his drink* Well, anywhere is a big place. Anywhere in particular?: For you, a measly 2,000. *Grins* What's on Endor?: *That best smile again* Sounds good. Maybe I can help with that, too? *Reaches for his blaster, flipping it a few times on his finger, before sliding it back into his holster*: That all depends on the help you require, miss. *Extends a hand* Elsen Mestyk, sharpshooter for hire.: ((*Can't stop thinking about Quagmire* "Giggity giggity giggity!")): *Takes her hand and leans in to plant a kiss on the side* Nice to meet you Litith... and my, that's some nice perfume you have there. *Grins and takes another sip*: Better than being rough *Grins and winks*: (("Heh, heh, alriiight.." *L*)): *Eyes her* ...yes, that's true. So, Litith, what help do you need, exactly, when we reach Endor?: *His head rolls on his neeck, his eyes looking onward to his command council, diverse in species aswell as opinion. None of them really possessed any political power within the Eclipse Order for the main fact he was the only one with true contact to their 'gods' like some divine right, the only reason he allowed the command council to remain is for him to exploit from their ideas. His eyes roam the room, over every individual sat at the round table, the pyramidal shaped light at the center providing the illumination needed to distinctly identify every member of the council.* As you are all already aware of, the gods have set us a goal and already we have begun to perform their specific bidding. The fleet has mobilized and set out to both the Corellian run and the Rimma, cutting off the trade routes at both Sullust and Rodia preventing resources and supplies from reaching the coreworlds. It can be expected to meet retaliation, but not from the New Republic, the fleet will only be within the mid rim, still under Ne'kressis protection if necessary, the New Republic cannot muster enough forces to fight both the 'gods' and the Eclipse order. As your datapads are show, those are the regulations we are taking in disrupting the trade routes. Vessels shall be plucked from lightspeed by our vessels which are already in an entrapment formation, ensnaring the vessel in a tractor beam they will be ordered to lower their shields, if they do not comply they will be pounded by turbolasers. Either the case, our forces will board the vessels and confiscate the cargo aboard. Of course some priests will be onboard and will find suitable sarcifices for the gods. *chuckles darkly.* Any questions gentleman, then you know where to find me...*with that said, Teniel stands and returns to the bridge of his Command ship the Vainglory *: ((O_O)): *Tips his hat again, fingers runing along the fine stitching* I'd be glad to help, Litith.: Haven't a clue, Litith. And I'll still not have a clue until it's all done.: *Sounds insulted* I'd put my life before yours, Litith. It's part of the contract.: (("I'm your music, I'm your song. Play me time and time again, and make me strong. Make me sing, make me sound. Andante, Andante, tread lightly on my ground. Andante, Andante, oh please don't let me down..")): *Nods* If you hire me, I'm under contract to protect you, and kill whoever you want me to.: ((*and with a (%#('ing icon*)): ((*Will ask to get a different Jedi icon*)): ((why? I was just %#()'ing at my browser)): As I said, it depends on what I'll be doing. *Knocks back his drink, and sets the glass back down on the counter with an audible "clink"* Ten grand, at least.: ((Because I and everyone but V hates it?)): *she doesn't look up once. her eyes a few steps before her. her senses open. as if acting as her eyes. she reaches back beneath her robe briefly to check fastenings on a favourite weapon. then continue walking. nearing the cantina*: Did I say that? I didn't say that. *Eyes her*: *at the last moment her midnight blue eyes shift with the debate of her thoughts within. and she passes it up. continues by. and soon after melts into the evening*: (( 'night. *leaves hugs for whoever wants them*)): ((*Catches hugs, then throws some after her*)): *Silent for a moment* These people you're after, I'm assuming you have money?: ((*Beats the crap out of IE* Damn... change "You have money" to "they have money")): *Shrugs* That's good enough for me.: As long as I get paid in the end, I don't care.: *Grins and plucks his glass from the counter and clinks it against hers, then sets it down on the counter again* What say we meet here tomorrow at seven?: PM. I haven't seen an am yet *Winks* My ship is a CEC HLAF 500. Not the most powerful, but it's got it where it counts. Docking bay ninety three, but we'll meet here first.: Better bring some music, or something, it's a two day trip and my fighter is fairly cramped. See you then *Cocks his hat and heads on out of the cantina*: ((Hell yeah *S* I'm off to bed, see you tomorrow. G'night!)): What?: Who are you?: i see.: OK.: OMFG MAGUS YOU RAT BASTARD: I have been wondering where you went. :(: Fair enough.: Alright, in college now, majoring in english and philosophy. Intend to be poor, and all. The usual.: Have fun.: Okay.: Take a chance.. to ignoooore what you're going through.: *Prowls the logs.*: Wow.. I can't believe I actually said that.. what the fuck. :(: Aadsljhasdlkjhads.. aslkdjhadlkjh!!: ((*profile test*)): ((*fiddles around with*)): *L* You too can find really pretty chicks for your pics.: ((That was OOCly, obviously. heh.)): ((O_O)): ((Yes, I'm O_Oing you.)): ((Lluvia=evul)): ((*eyes GaN*)): Stealth rocks: *watches lc bounce off him*: Lo Sarn, want registeredness?: Asking if you want any handles registered :P: 'Sarn' as OOC and High Admiral Zarin as Directorate: right?: User 'high admiral zarin' was added with password 'bestspacerper', faction '1678' and email: User 'sarn' was added with password 'bestspacerper', faction '457' and email ''.: I dunno, do I get anything in return?: Hey..: You might want to change the passwords: Since they are public: Lo SeaBlue: *Smacks Home of the Underdogs.* Goddamn slow site..: Hi V and D..: Dinner.. BRB.: :D: *can carry on ho ho ho*: Everyone got deleted: We purged the entire database: User 'knees' was added with password 'walkercrisps', faction '457' and email ''.: I'll race you, Knees.. who can the change your password first?: Bah nevermind.. too late. :P: ((*Test*)): ((*Second test*)): Nah, you won..: ((*Last test*)): ((Ugh. Can't friggin' decide.)): I liked the last one: Damnit.. *Can't find Monkey Island 2 anywhere.*: ((This one?)): ((*hugs Knees*)): no: ((Thre we go ^_^)): Lo KL :): ((Yay. *hugs handle*)): Hehe..: http://pjj.cc/sodcopy/ contains all your old character pictures/settings (what you last left them with anyway): OH MY GOD.. I finally found Monkey Island 2 and it's in Spanish.: *Ruthlessly beats down the trouble.*: *beats trouble also*: It's 2 against 1..: *bans mayhem: *is evil*: *Hopes he doesn't get sued by LucasArts etc.*: *is a LucasArts employee*: BBL..: Wtf.. *Kills V then.*: *Or bribes him.. whatever works the best.*: *lied* *now dead* *thus is the fate of liars :(*: Indeed: *eyes back&: Dont make me strike you down: *cracks out bigger whip*: *CRACK WHIP*: Hello fuck buddie: oops: hey - the filter has gone!: shit: wank: no: I registered lc's names and wont give her the password: ho ho ho: I have no idea what that is Falcon: Hm possibly: Lo Liz: haha Liz doesnt know D: D uses Uruk-hai in Bettenchi: yes, remember what we said about it?: *catches snow with tongue*: ask D: D is your lead0r: lol: *feck off*: ew: *pushes lc off shoulder*: Wow, that took ages.. geeze. My sister drives so fucking slow.: ((*test, yes*)): ((*and again*)): ((Ack @ size)): is it just me: what :( it's falcon kthnxbye see no question mark either: or has the avatar size decreased: That's because of her picture I think..: Meh.. needs more nudity.: Nude pictures are banned: They are? Wtf..: WHY: not me: the boss: Jez banned nudity in avatars on projectjj