[15-22:06] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((*twitch*))
[15-22:06] b9706, *Rihani Ambrai : ((Not my decision... sorry))
[15-22:07] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((S'all good ;) ))
[15-22:07] 6e5da, *Haley Lorian : ((actually. i was about to go to bed. :/))
[15-22:08] b9706, *Rihani Ambrai : ((Hurrah, then ^_^ Now I will take the opportunity to go to bed. I'm tired, and Order of the Phoenix is just begging to be read again ^_^))
[15-22:08] b9706, *Rihani Ambrai : ((G'night all...))
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[15-22:09] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Ah, OK. 'Night Jen!))
[15-22:09] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : (('night Jen. ))
[15-22:09] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((S'all good, because I'm supposed to be studying -_-'))
[15-22:10] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *The Ogre roars as it's giant fist rips off the lid from one of the crates and brings it up to absorb the blaster bolts. All one handed, the other bulky muscled and pasty toughened skin holding the empty harpoon gun - it seems to have been cobbled together from lots of parts with many unnecessary dials, and even a few dangling rat skulls. Once the shots are gone, the monstrosity bellows towards the alien, feet stomping into the ground as it begins to charge - meaning for a bull rush*
[15-22:10] 6e5da, *Haley Lorian : ((i'm abnormally tired QUICKLY! yay. *ambles* 'night. *leaves hugs or something!*))
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[15-22:12] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *His eyes narrow as he waits, firing again and again - his intent being to rip through the lid with blasterfire and wash hellfire into the beast. But should it continue it's beserk bull rush towards Tialos, Hethren would shoulder roll to the side - his blade held outward to his side so the blade remains horizantal as the Ogre rushes past. So as the Ogre would burst in, Tialos would wait untill the last second and then shoulder roll just out of the way, his blade held out to slash through the Ogre's shins/thighs otherwise removing it's legs from it's body. *
[15-22:18] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *Yet would surprise Tialos again with a cunning not suitable for such a beast, the melting and hot metal lid being thrown right at him as it's usefulness is now at an end. Whatever the result is from that, it'll at least disrupt that lightsaber sweep, as the Ogre comes to a stop and turns to face whereever Tialos will be. Hopefully being knocked for six with that burning plate, and whether he is or isn't he is going to be somewhat on the backfoot as the beast swings the harpoon gun in a mighty swing meant to crack with crunching force to send Tialos sailing. At least a dozen more figures are sensed approaching through the force, all with malicious intent.*
[15-22:24] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *Should the lid be pushed out at him, his blade would come down diagonally to slash through the lid, and hopefully through the hand and arm that holds it. Should this cause the lid to not be pushed further, he would come out of a shoulder roll with the momentum to take him into a back hand spring, going up as the mighty beast swings the empty harpoon gun underneath him. Would be unloading a blaze of energy at the beast as he is doing all of this, the gun held out in aim at the targets from before - the head/neck/chest region. *
[15-22:30] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *The Ogre had released the lid to be thrown at Tialos so no arm or hand choppy there. The beast bellowing as blaster bolts melt and burn into the mass of ugly flesh and muscle, it's like firing bullets into the blubber of a whale, bringing that piece of equipment which looks too heavy for a human back up as if it was as light as feather into a backswing. Meanwhile a dread feeling of being surrounded would descend upon Tialos, as all the shadows begin to flicker with movement. A chant rising up through the streets* "Kill the Impure!" Destroy the Taint!"
[15-22:33] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Yay! Mob!))
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[15-22:33] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *His eyes narrow as he hears the chant, and feels that feeling of ambience. Getting frusterated, he channels that anger into his physical capibilities, ducking down under the backswing, his blade coming up in order to slash the harpoon gun inhalf, and otherwise have it cause no damage and reduce it to sharpnel. Would pivot forward in that same motion, the blade coming back around in a vehement slash at the Ogre's waist, meant to slash it's general mass intwo. *
[15-22:35] 1d581, *Assain: ((*peeks*))
[15-22:35] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*Loves on Assain*))
[15-22:36] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((mrph. What's that thing you do to make all the text black and the scren white?))
[15-22:36] 1d581, *Assain: ((*sexes up Tia and peels off his face*))
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[15-22:37] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*Is a machine beneath the skin. *))
[15-22:38] 1d581, *Assain: ((*blink blink...gives the face back*))
[15-22:38] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*Straps face back on. Thumbs up. *))
[15-22:38] 1d581, *Assain: ((LOL))
[15-22:39] 1d581, *Assain: ((link))
[15-22:40] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *Stares almost dumbly at the harpoon gun as it's splintered apart - feeling the pain and heat tear through it's belly. Roaring once more as its vicious green gooey fluids leak out from the strike before the flesh can be totally cauterized. Yet does not drop, stabbing downward at Tialos with the sharpest end of the harpoon gun, meaning to impale him - the strength behind it enough to drive the ruined weapon through the body and deep into the ground, if it gets to connect fully that is. The shadows continuing to shift and move as the chanting gets louder, a few shots being fired into the air eagerly as the lurkers encircle. A sudden realization would dawn upon the Anzati - the men and this Ogre were merely bait.*
[15-22:47] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *Has realized that long ago. But still fueled by the adrenaline of the Force pumping through his veins, he would push off the ground quickly, the pole stabbing down just by him to become embedded into the ground. He keeps going with that added momentum, and seeing as this point one would assume that Ogre couldn't go on any longer, Tialos strides up the Ogre's shoulder - kicking off of it and into the air. Going tumbling down behind him are an array of about four of those explosives - all going out in opposite areas, meant to take those mobs of shadowy figures into the blast radius. Once Tialos is in the air, all would detonate in unison - meant to wash the ground below in a series of explosions - an inferno of hellfire. The blast would of course do damage to Tialos too - it washing up and licking at his legs; burning through the pant of casting charred skin over his shins. But that would merely be the remnant of the full brunt of the explosions, should all of this even be allowed to happen of course. *
[15-22:53] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *One would think that, but this isn't a beast taken down with one swing, falling down upon one knee as it reaches up to grab Tialo's ankle in one meaty hand - then clench with all it's strength, to crush it and tug downwards. The other arm coming up in a harsh swing to the tops of Tialos' legs to send him flying. Yet the multple blasts would encompass the Ogre and end it's worthy existance, the knock back possibly saving Tialos from being dragged straight into the inferno itself. Several screams sounding as others are caught within the blasts.*
[15-22:59] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *Not able to prevent this anywhere, he is taken by the Ogre. He is sent flying as more of the explosion encompasses him, but not as much as the other charred, burnt souls. He is sent tumbling into the dirt of the street, coming to a stop in a crouch, buised and gashed in many places but otherwise still breathing, his heart still beating. That terrible, malevolent scrutiny peircing through the area - him sensing out with the Force for any signs of life through the desolation. *
[15-23:00] 1d581, *Assain: *she should have known. Every time Tialos came baring gifts he always had some request of her in exchange. Not that she really minded. Her new Coruscant establishment was ready to begin marketing, so there really was no more reason for her to be there. Making her way down the halls of the 10/6: Weapons and Genetic Development space station she moves through a series of halls, the ship a veritable labyrinth inside, moving through doors, locking them, and moving down another series of halls. Had she been coming from her peronsal chamber to the “dark room” as it was innocently called, this journey would not have taken so long, however she was sure to place the dark room far far from the main deck, which was where she had formally been. Finally she comes to the last door, removing one of her leather gloves and places her hand on the gel pad, 5 pins extending to prick her fingers, taking the smallest of blood samples before the door slides open. She moves across the dimly lit room, not glancing at the various shelves containing God only knew what, the cloth covered tables hiding any number of things, the Dark Room a mad scientist’s wet dream. She moves back towards the doors at the far end leading to the small cell rooms, the rooms large enough to hold a bed, a table, and a chair, all of which were securely fastened to the floor. Eyes shielded by a pair of black mirrored glasses she peers through the thick seemingly glass door at the figure inside, waiting for him to acknowledge her before proceeding*
[15-23:05] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *starts to stirr, slowly. The long hours of stun have left a severe after effect that's kept him more or less unconcious until now - perfect timing. With fresh blood trickling from some of his wounds, he hardly felt the throbbing pain. He moves his dry tongue in his mouth, opening his eyes. There ws light... for the first time, light. He turns that wya... then jerks his eyes away. Even that dim light stung them now and he closes them quickly. Ws that a figure standing there? His eyes watering a little bit he squints, trying to look again. Yes, there was someone there.*
[15-23:05] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *That there is. Lifesigns. It seems there are more than first believed, "muties" as they are called hobbling over their charred and incinerated dead. A variety of weapons - some with blasters, some with pitchforks and the shadows havent stopped moving. At least eight having revealed themselves at the entrance of the street to block it off. Yet there is a strange disturbance in the force as a robed man walks with a slight limp through the scene of desolution, his grayed hair blowing within the wind as a faint haze of green mist surrounds him. Yet, hasn't approached within striking range - has all the time in the world it seems. This evidently, is the leader.*
[15-23:10] 1d581, *Assain: *a small smiles touches her mulberry painted lips before she sweeps the glasses from her eyes, folding them neatly and placing them within the inside pocket of her leather “frock” style coat, folding her hands infront of her. Though her right eyes stares dead and white, her left reflects the soft light of the room in golden flecks, holding almost an unnatural sort of glow to it. For what she had been told this one had been quite bothersome…she somehow didn’t doubt that in the slightest* Would you like me to dim the lights even more, Mr. Aleen? *her tone perfectly courteous, almost professional*
[15-23:11] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *he finally looks away again, the faint light from her eye painful as he runs through his head what it could be - a cyborg? * I... *he coughs, throat dry * I want you to release me * he states, trying to muster up the effort to put some Force behind that.*
[15-23:13] e67ca, *Harrington : ((Test?))
[15-23:15] e67ca, *Harrington : ((Mmm.))
[15-23:17] 1d581, *Assain: *she chuckles softly at this and quirks her head to the side slightly, her eyes narrowing as she watches him. Should he reach out with the Force to try and distinguish want she was, the first thing he would feel would be her aura: black and pulsating incredibly strong, hot and thick like fresh blood, and yet he would feel the presence of several other beings, though all those beings had been absorbed into the darkness of her soul, consumed by her. Unquestionably an organic form, and one that certainly enjoyed what she did, whatever that might be* My deepest apologies, Mr. Aleen, but I’m afraid I can’t do that. *nothing in her tone suggests she’s sorry*
[15-23:19] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *shudders, pulling away frm the mind again as he stats to slow his heartbeat, trying to bring his body back up to par as he watches the figure, eyes still watering from the light. He pushes again* Yes you WILL.
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[15-23:22] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *This catches his attention. Perhaps he may now realize what all of this is just about. He pushes up, clamping down with the Force on his sprained ankle to keep his balance and otherwise stand - weapons still drawn as this so called "leader" makes his approch. Doesn't waver, not in the slightest. Shall go down swinging, and will incincerate this entire god damned planet if he has to. *
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[15-23:25] 5a694, *Keph Serinus : OOC: *observes*
[15-23:26] 1d581, *Assain: *How quaint. She blinks slowly, her left eye moving over every inch of Kuma with the sort of interest one would show a new animal or a new toy. Something to play with.* Good. Keep that spirit. It will do you well in surviving. *her right hand slips into the pocket of her coat, and when she removes her hand she holds a ring looking device between her thumb and forefinger.* It’s quite ingenious really. Probably one of my best inventions yet. It will revolutionize slavery. Especially those pets who already know a few “tricks”. *chuckles softly and slips the ring onto her middle finger.* Though surely I won’t have to resort to such gratuitous brutality, will I? I’m sure you’re gentleman enough to at least be civil, hmm?
[15-23:26] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *Speaks in a croak of a voice, yet it's a voice that is to be listened too - like an old priest on sunday service.* Heathen, you have destroyed the great wonder that was Borric. Lest he rest in peace within the eternal darkness of our benevolent masters.... *Gestures with one skinny finger in a strange symbol before him, the crowd hissing, booing and some even crying as they look to what is left of the Ogre.*
[15-23:27] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *he tenses, sensing that ring, knowing he had a collar on and a feeling of dread begain inside him * I'm not a slave, and nor do I claim to be a gentleman.
[15-23:29] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *That brings an amused smirk to his pallid lips. But otherwise does not respond. Merely watching the old priest .... closely. *
[15-23:30] e67ca, *Veronica : *Black Sun headquarters, Coruscant division. A sprawling multi-floor affair situated in one of the more desirable highrise buildings on the planet. Because why would she have it any other way? She, of course, being the delightful Dark Princess of all more glamorous galactic criminal doings. And she stands before a window in a darkened throne room, slightly less dramatic than the one on Tatooine, but no less lavish. Behind her, a massive desk, on which a light starts blinking. Someone waiting to be admitted. With seemingly no involvement from her, the entrance to the room slides open.*
[15-23:31] 1d581, *Assain: I never said you were a slave. I just said I will revolutionize slavery. And don’t worry, I’ll find a gentleman in you, I’m sure. *she smirks slightly, slipping on her glove again* May I call you Kuma? Or would you prefer to remain on a professional level for the time being?
[15-23:33] 353aa, *Zhalimar : Yet, you fight against those that are your breathren, those that are just as impure as yourselves. Speak, and confess that which may grant you mercy.... *Gestures up with open arms towards the sky as if there is something high above watching, the gnarled bent black staff still clutched tightly to him. The hazy green mist still around him, as if like some diseased cloud. There is something else that would spark Tialos' interest - this guy is force sensitive. But his soup is poison.*
[15-23:33] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *has to lower his eyes again, the pain bothering him * why are you doing this?
[15-23:37] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : I'm not much for confessions.. *He confesses with an awkward shift of his weight. He never much liked preachers .. and this one seems just as distraught as the other religous lunatics he has put beneath the green. However, he does take note of one saying he had been told ... the scribbles of a lunatic and the formulas of a genuis are often indistinguishable. * I shall not ask for mercy. Never have, never will. But perhaps we could come to something mutually beneficial.. *He proposes, with a light furrow of his left eyebrow. His right hand tightens upon the thrumming obsidian hilt of the activated lightsaber blade, the other holding a small sphere of an object beneath the folds of that large, blackened shroud. The cowl has long ago fallen back, that pallid face shown in all it's dark glory - sinfully long, raven black hair stabbing down along his shoulders and down his back. Those eyes stare out unblinkingly, unwavering in the least, at the figure before him. One midnight blue, the other a pallid pale blue - almost identical to white itself.. a strange, yet fearsome combination. *
[15-23:38] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : green=ground
[15-23:39] e67ca, *Harrington : *At Veronica's door, a young man, rather unremarkable in most ways. Doesn't look like a criminal. Doesn't really look like anything... Just another face in a crowd, even sans the seemingly necessary crowd. And such is his purpose, after all. Moves into the throne room, approaching the desk. Stops a polite few feet away and tilts his head in a deep bow.* Your Highness.
[15-23:40] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *The old man seems to be somewhat deluded, as if Tialos is nothing but an insect underneath his heel. The look is pure confidence, of that of a lunatic.* You shall beg on your knees now for mercy to the Rightful Ones, to deliver them from your impurity into the comforting embrace of the darkness. Or you will die....
[15-23:40] 1d581, *Assain: Because I can. *offers another small smile at this, her tone confident but not nearly as arrogant as it could have been. Indeed, she was keeping herself on a short leash, as it was her custom to at least offer a friendly sort of hand to her trainees before breaking them. Though her plans for him would not alter, whatever path towards her he decided to take.* And because someone believes you have enough potential to be worth the cost of my services
[15-23:42] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: If it is those murderers, Then it is a lost cause. I will not turn to the Dark side. To do so would be to forfeit everything my brother died for.
[15-23:45] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *Still standing there, kind of just staring at Zhalimar ... as if unsure if he is serious or not. *
[15-23:47] e67ca, *Veronica : *Turns around towards her company, and answers Harrington's bow with a slight nod. Meanders over to her desk.* Good evening. Lovely night, isn't it? Or I imagine there's one out there somewhere beyond the haze of the city... *Takes a seat in a formchair, which whirrs quietly.*
[15-23:49] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *Gestures with one hand to Tialos* Kneel and beg, I command thee.... *Spittle spilling forth from his lips as something flickers within his eyes, yet there is no force attack with that gesture. Instead the crowd hoots, croaks and hisses - some even throwing a few rocks at Tialos*
[15-23:49] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *Thinks he is in love with Assain, too. But isn't thinking that right now .. nope. Was thinking that before all of this got started .. damn the Eclipse for interrupting his fantasizing!*
[15-23:49] 1d581, *Assain: *at this she chuckles softly, the sound almost metallic* Don’t be so dramatic, you’ll find my good graces are short lived. *she pops her fingers, one at a time, the sound slightly muffled by the leather gloves* But your brother died, didn’t he? If what you are protecting was so worth living for…don’t you think he’d still be alive? After all…the dead serve only their wormy beds. It is the living that matter, that can change the coarse of events. Not ghosts. If you are living to appear the ghost of your brother, Mr. Aleen, then you have far more to worry about then what I may or may not do to you.
[15-23:51] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *No rocks would hit him. Simple manifestations through the Force casting them to the ground before which. His eyes narrow ominously, as his lips curl back in a feral snarl. * I shall not worship false idols, unless I am given reassurance that they are worth my worship! *Suddenly, a heavy force strike would be conjured forth - it exploding out for Zhalimar's face - with the power significant to a brick behind it. Wants to see this one double over, head over heels. *
[15-23:51] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *works ot keep his heart from racing as he sits up, propping his aching back against the back wall. HE still coudlt' look at her, but stared at her feet, watching their motion* He would... not want me to give in. ITs the only thing I can do for him.
[15-23:52] 1d581, *Assain: ((appear=appease))
[15-23:52] e67ca, *Harrington : *Directs his gaze towards the window.* I suppose it is, if one is particularly a fan of the feeling of all these buildings fighting for space. *Slides his eyes back towards her.* I have a certain appreciation for the city life, myself.
[15-23:58] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *Stands there not doing anything whatsoever as this force strike is released at him - the green mist intensifying as it gathers before Zhalimar in it's path and absorbs. Watching Tialos coldly as the green mist solidies into tiny, deadly emerald shards and flies back towards the Anzati - as if he just shattered a non-safety window.*
[16-00:01] 1d581, *Assain: *the fact that he doesn’t look at her is not lost to her, and in fact annoys her, but that would be addressed for another night. For now, she was just getting to know him, seeing how easy it would be to coax responses out of him by just talking to him. She loved vocal trainees.* You refer to it as so black and white, so very clean cut. I hate to disappoint you but nothing is that simple. How do you know what all you can do for your brother, when you have virtually stopped living yourself, in “honor” of his memory. You limit yourself, Mr. Aleen, killing yourself. By holding onto a ghost. Your brother is dead, and this is how you serve his memory? By joining him. To deny yourself the full extent of your abilities is as good as climbing into the grave with him. *nothing is condescending about her tone, but rather she speaks almost as though she understands, almost sympathetically.*
[16-00:01] e67ca, *Veronica : In a way, it's not so different from Tatooine. Which seems like a ridiculous statement because at first glance it seems rather strikingly different... But when you get down to, the view on both planets is just a whole lot of the same thing. *Drums her fingertips lightly against the arm of her chair.* I'm sure you're curious as to why you're here, since you usually receive your orders from Vigo Val.
[16-00:02] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *his eyes narrow, body trembling a bit. If he had tears left, he would be crying, and merely shakes his head* I refuse to listen to you. Let me go.
[16-00:03] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : Fuck. *Said simply, as he sees all of this happen. Doesn't know how it happened, and for the moment .. doesn't care. Knows it to be destructive, as he merely senses a flicker through the Force - followed by something only to be described as, as an abomination. But doens't care, just focuses upon dealing with it. He takes a hold on those Force energies gathered around, and within him - him calling a few durasteel lids of sharpnel on the side of the street become him, as he pushes off his healthy leg to go flipping back and toward the side of the emerald shards' direction - those durasteel lids being summoned in their path as well. Meanwhile, that holdout blaster on his right arm appears, firing off a spread stun shot down at Zhalimar from his shifted position. Somehow knows this isn't going to turn out good for him, but isn't going to just bow down. Wants Zhalimar to give him a reason to bow, before he goes down on any skinless knees.. *
[16-00:08] e67ca, *Harrington : I'm a touch intrigued, yes,
[16-00:08] e67ca, *Harrington : I'm a touch intrigued, yes.
[16-00:11] 1d581, *Assain: *she can feel his sadness like a cold wave, reveling in the feeling for a moment, inhaling softly as though breathing him in.* Do you refuse to listen to me because you know I’m right? Or because you truly believe yourself to be so justified in your actions? *her voice softens for a moment* I have seen countless men and women just like you, Mr. Aleen. All of them living in the wake of their fallen lovers, fallen siblings, parents, friends, idols…and every one of them died discontented with their lives…tortured souls, to an extent, because at the moment of their death, they realized they had achieved what? Nothing. You are nothing special, Mr. Aleen. Not while you hold yourself down, limit your abilities. *she blinks slowly* Please understand…I am here to help you. Not to corrupt you. I’m here because you don’t know who you are. *smirks slightly* But we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?
[16-00:12] e67ca, *Veronica : Every once in a while I have something where I personally like to pass along a task. *Gestures languidly to a datapad on Harrington's side of her desk.* That's for you. The reason why I wanted to pass it along personally is because upon first glance, it's very possible you'll find it an elementary assignment that's an insult to the quality work you deliver. But that's rather far from the truth.
[16-00:12] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: I will find out who I am... in my own time, in my own way. I need nobody's help but theForce
[16-00:14] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *Looks up to Tialos with what appears to be a crooked grin, seeming amused as the rings part over the mist, as if conducting the energy over it's edge and away. Yes, the green mist is still there - somehow it has regenerated within the blink of an eye. Then the smirk disappears as he lifts a hand - a thin wisp of that mist coiling around his finger, growing and extending in a lazy, hypnonizing way. The emerald gaseous substance lashing out for Tialos like a coiling whip.*
[16-00:16] 1d581, *Assain: The Force is impartial. It doesn’t care about you. If you are alive or dead, it doesn’t matter. It existed before you and it will exist after you. The Force is an over all entity, it is life and death itself. And from just this brief moment I have spent with you, it is clear that you have misunderstood this. I somehow get the feeling you weren’t living. You were existing. There’s a difference.
[16-00:17] e67ca, *Harrington : *Steps forward to retrieve the datapad, lofting one brow while glancing down at it, as if its sleak metal exterior would somehow reveal her intentions for him. Tucks it away into the inside pocket of his drab black flight jacket.* My intrigue grows.
[16-00:20] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: I... I was happy...
[16-00:22] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *he closes his eyes, shivering again at all of this... forcing his fear and anger down, refusing to let it up*
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[16-00:23] e67ca, *Veronica : I had hoped it would. *Steeples her fingers.* The information I want you to gather and the people I want you to keep tabs on... Some of it and them concern me...personally. This isn't just for business that I'm sending you out. Perhaps it'll seem odd to you, perhaps it'll make sense. Either way, I'm sure I can count on you not to question my judgment. *There lurks a threat to her words, though her tone is casual.* And that is what I wanted to convey to you. Not to suggest I don't trust Vigo Val to get my message across... I merely wanted to do so personally.
[16-00:24] 1d581, *Assain: *she can feel him struggling as surely as she felt his sadness, but doesn't take a moment to bask in it like she did his sadness. Tears were always so beautiful to her. Like glass.* So sure about that are you? You are so young, Mr. Aleen. Advanced for your years no doubt, but you could not have possibly even begun to know what it means to be happy, to what it means to really live. *she pauses for a moment* How old were you when your brother died?
[16-00:24] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *Is unable to completely prevent the emerald snake of a whip, so merely spins in the air to put his left forearm in line with the whip - letting it lash against his left forearm instead of it's previous target. Switching the setting to kill, he pumps the trigger relentlessly - firing an unending stream of energy down at Zhalimar. In unison to this, he calls upon the Force again - another sheet of durasteel being summoned to come blasting in for Zhalimar's back - meant to mow him over and drive him face first into the ground. *
[16-00:27] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: It... it only happened... A week ago I think? cam't think... how many days have passed...
[16-00:29] e67ca, *Harrington : *This all seems rather vague and ominous without the benefit of knowing what's contained in the datapad. Absorbs her words carefully, standing silent for a moment.* Whatever it is, Highness, I am honoured already to know that I've been trusted with what seems like such a delicate task. I shant be taking the assignment lightly at all. That I can guarantee.
[16-00:31] 1d581, *Assain: *a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips but she banishes that quickly enough* And already you are so willing to give up your life. It is admirable but fruitless. There is so much to live for, to be thankful for. Why do you want to die?
[16-00:31] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: I dont. But I would rather die than be Turned to the dark side.
[16-00:31] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *The misted tendril does more than lash, it coils quickly around Tialos left arm like a python, squeezing as it seems to burn not only physically but mentally. The tendril seeming to feed off that force energy within Tialos, which is rather ironic considering. Remains standing exactly where he is, unfazed as another tendril sprouts from another finger - shooting out to grab the barrel of that blaster and tug at it, gripping tendril tugging Tialos upwards off his feet and into the air as if it was the tentacle of some giant sea monster. Tilting his head to the side as he holds Tialos there, and the blasts pour over that green protective mist, extending the arm with his staff backwards at the last moment - a quickness that shouldn't be in an old man. Or is that merely another deception? Rebounding the metal off the weapon. If Tialos was to look hard enough, it wouldn't be fire in his eyes after all - it's that same green mist swirling within his eyes.*
[16-00:33] 1d581, *Assain: Again with this over dramatizing things. What exactly have you been told? What is the Force to you? What does it mean to be "turned to the Dark side"?
[16-00:34] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: To.. do evil things... to follow your emotions, rather than use the Force for good.
[16-00:34] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *Doesn't understand this power that Zhalimar has, thus he is unable to prevent it. Is caught in the thrall of those emeral snakes, being held there by the two tendrils. He slashes hopelessly at them with his lightsaber, but should that prove to not avail either, he simpyl gives in - that scornful scrutiny peircing down at Zhalimar ... before subtly bowing his head toward the ground. The left side of his top lip curling back, ferally ... much hatred and anger could be sensed amoungst this Anzati. *
[16-00:34] e67ca, *Veronica : That's what I'd hoped to hear. I'll inform Vigo Val of your orders myself, so there's no need for you to report in with her. Naturally, all your reports will either be given directly to me, or to her. Do not submit them to the spynet databanks. As far as any other member of the spynet is concerned, they are not to know. Hmm... And I believe that is everything, agent. *Nods.* Begin as soon as possible.
[16-00:36] 1d581, *Assain: But isn't evil a point of view? Let me better explain. Are you familiar with ancient history? Have you ever studied the histories of other civilizations? Given your youth an narrow scope I would imagine not, but I try not to assume too many things
[16-00:36] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ... What are you trying ot say? *he growls * I do not want to work with you. I do not want to work with those you are working for, and that is that.
[16-00:40] 1d581, *Assain: So you've stated already, but as I've stated before you really don't have a choice in the matter. But your cooperation will determine the coarse of our relationship and the length of time we'll have to spend together *a lie, but he doesn't know that* What I'm trying to say is that you know absoultely nothing about the world you are so eager to enter. You have disected the Force into two catagories, drawn a line in the sand and said "I will not cross that line" but what you don't realize is there is no line to be drawn. There is no Dark side or Light side. There is just the Force. The Force is life and death. How can you presume to know the nature of the Force?
[16-00:41] e67ca, *Harrington : *Offers up another bow.* Of course, your Highness. *Straightens and turns, briskly exiting the room. Moments later, Is on a lift headed for ground level, the datapad open, taking in the information contained.*
[16-00:42] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: I dont. But it is my perception of it. And... I do not need to explain things to you! Leafve me!
[16-00:43] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *The lightsaber blade seems to have some effect, but it's minimal - it's like slashing at gas, the gas being shifted from the movement yet it reforms quickly, not giving enough time for the end to release. Tugs sharply at that blaster to rip it from Tialos' grip as he now moves, chuckling as the robed old man crosses over the ground.* There is no bargaining with those who represent the voice of the Gods. *The tendril holding Tialos up still burning as it feeds upon his life energy, growing fatter in each passing second. Then Zhalimar wiggles his middle finger, the wisps of more mist as a third tendril begins to form. It's destination is rather simple - Tialos' mouth, and then down his throat.*
[16-00:44] e67ca, *Veronica : *Content that the task is in good hands, swivels her chair to look out upon the city again.*
[16-00:44] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : Fucking old prick!! *Yelling rather disturbing insults, before they are abruptly cut off as he deep throats that emerald tendril which forms from the green mist. His eyes narrow ominously as it goes down, him attempting to bite down through it, but finding no avail in that either. Is held there, suspending, otherwise vulnerable and defenseless. Is defeated, his life energy being drained from him gradually - the fight slowly being sucked out of him. *
[16-00:48] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *As the mist travels down Tialos throat, it would feel as if he just drunk lava itself which is refusing to cool down. Tilting his head up at the Anzati as he calls out to his gathering* Witness the inferiority of even the Impure to Our Masters! *A malevolence to him as he keeps the tendrils feeding until Tialos is barely conscionce from which he would then throw him rather harshly into the wall of a building.*
[16-00:48] 1d581, *Assain: *when he raises his voice, her left eye twitches for a moment before she closes her right hand into a fist, applying pressure to the ring which triggers the collar around his neck. The multiple metal pins that had been implanted into his skin at the back of his neck, right where the locking mechanicsm was, slipped just into the main nerves of his circulatory system at the top of his spine would recieve the signal from the detionation ring and send a spark jolt of pulsating energy throughtout his body, though the chore energy would of course travel the length of his spine, the pain likely somewhere between cold needles and the hot shattering of bone, though nothing breaks*
[16-00:49] 1d581, *Assain: ((spark/jolt))
[16-00:50] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *his body seizes up, back arched puerfectly straight as he lets out a gurgling scream of pain, body twitching on the floor, every nerve, pain and otherwise, activated by the shock, his face gone pale with the sudden blood loss, eyes tightly closed as he convulses, then tightens again, muscles receiving mixed, random signals from the electricity*
[16-00:52] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *He would radiate with rage, pushing out with the rest of the power left in him. His last explosives, three, would then fly forth from the folds of his shroud - all three going out in different directions. Each coming down at a different mob of the aliens. With the last of his power, he unleashed a force blast out at Zhalimar - it fueled and powered by that pain and anger that horrible feeling would invoke down upon him. Then, his conciousness would fully slip from his fingers, as he impacts the designated wall - falling down it, face first into the dirt, unconcious. *
[16-00:53] 1d581, *Assain: *the pain doesn't stop until she opens her hand, releasing the pressure on the ring, and even then he would likely still feel warm and tingly inside. Though her right eye remains still smoothly impartial, her left eye reflects a deep rooted disgust, that glittering gold which had reflected the light so beauitifull now becoming almost crystaline, like watered honey. She blinks slowly.* If you insist on raising your voice, Mr. Aleen...I will give you a reason to sceram. Are we perfectly understood in this? *her tone much colder now, whatever sympathy had been there before completely lost to her now*
[16-00:54] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *Yes, they would detonate upon getting near to the group they are going for - the blast radius enough to take that entire mob of aliens out with them, with each sub section of an explosion. *
[16-00:55] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *twitches and writhes a few minutes after it stops, before laying there, in a cold, damp sweat, heaving, before he rolls over, his stomach emptying itself of... well, not much in there to beign with, so mostly harsh acid comes up, and bile, before it stops, and he lays on his side, curled up, back to her, not responding*
[16-00:58] 1d581, *Assain: *she watches him, noting well his reactions, making a note to write this down, as she would likely have to lessen the electrical charge whenever she marketed these collars. How fortunate indeed that Tailos had come to her with Kuma in hand. She needed to test her latest invention anyway* I told you it was ingenious. And that was but a small shock, Mr. Aleen, I assume you that is not the worst of your pain. Now get up. *her tone leaving no room for arguement*
[16-00:59] 353aa, *Zhalimar : *The tendril which had torn the gun away would sweep up suddenly to intercept those explosives, releasing it as if it had been a coiled snake trapped upon the end of his finger with the mutter of a few whispered words - eyes blazing as some of that green mist leaks from them and up into the protective bubble erected around himself. Glaring at Tialos as the last thing he would see is the return strike of those sharp glass shards of emerald heading straight for him in return. One explosive contained within that released mist itself, yet is sacrificed - the second having been spirraled away into a building as the tendril hit it, causing its foundations to rumble as a fireball blossoms through its roof. The third does land however, ripping through the mutants, yet they are met with howls of glee from their colleagues.*
[16-00:59] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *groans a bit, coughing... he rolls over, then his eyes close as he nearly blacks out, dry heaving a few times there uncontrollably on his knees, clutching his stomach, wounds reopened again.*
[16-00:59] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *Gone. *
[16-01:00] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : (('night! *passes out hugs, then meanders off drunkenly. *))
[16-01:00] e67ca, *Harrington : *Every once in a while during his reading, one eyebrow will twitch upward as he comes across something particularly...something, but otherwise there's no change to him as he digests. Snaps the datapad shut as he exits the lift and subsequently the building. Tosses the datapad off to the side, and as soon as it hits the ground, something snaps and fizzles, the information contained destroyed completely.*
[16-01:01] 1d581, *Assain: Thank you, Mr. Aleen. Lay down on your bed.
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[16-01:03] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *shudders and sits up a bit... only to groan and curl up again into a miserable ball, head swimming as he closes his eyes, trying to still his body, to bring it under control again*
[16-01:05] 1d581, *Assain: *she waits for him to attempt to get himself under control before she moves closer to the door. Under the gel pad is a key pad. She enters in a code, the vents of his room releasing a soft blue gas, quickly filling the room, the gas of course intending to knock him out*
[16-01:06] e67ca, *Harrington : ((*changes plan*)) *Every once in a while during his reading, one eyebrow will twitch upward as he comes across something particularly...something, but otherwise there's no change to him as he digests. Snaps the datapad shut as he exits the lift, stopping on the floor that his personal suite is located on. Something snaps and fizzles inside the datapad as he shuts it, something triggering inside, rendering the information contained on it unretrievable. A whisp of smoke is the only evidence of that.*
[16-01:07] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *coughs at this, and exhales quickly, refusing to breathe it in as his head is cleared a moment, then fuzzed. He closes his eyes, remaining still there, still on the floor, trying to ignore the cry for oxygen Jedi can hld their breaths a while, but he wasn't in the condition to do so for long. Soon, he'll have to take a breath, and he does... coughing, gasping, before slumping over*
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[16-01:09] 1d581, *Assain: *she doesn't enter in the code for the gas to stop pouring in until the room is complely filled with the blue gas. Over kill? Maybe just a little bit, but Assain hadn't live this long but underestimating her opponantes. She moves away from the cage and over to one of the mixing tables, deciding to give him 30 minutes of inhaling the gass before clearing out the gas and then having the room cleaned, as well as himself, and his wounds tended to. After all...where was the fun in letting him bleed to death?*
[16-01:12] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *he's out like a light, his battered body soon cleaned up gently, and the robes discarded, newer easier to clean ones put on him, the wounds doctored and stitched up and the room hosed down, as there wasw blood in there too. He groans, starting to come around, very slowly(
[16-01:13] 1d581, *Assain: *a bowl of broth would be sitting on the table waiting for him, the bowl keeping the liquid warm*
[16-01:13] 5e516, *Sierra Leyanna : *Somebody else just happens to be strolling along that corridor. For what purpose? Who knows, who cares. Is on good terms with the boss, so can be pretty much anywhere she pleases. Hands are tucked in the pockets of her black hiphuggers as she saunters along.*
[16-01:14] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *stirrs on his bed, the smell wakening him slowly. His eyes open, blearily staring at the ceiling. His nostrils flare a bit * Wh... What...
[16-01:16] 1d581, *Assain: *she had taken the libery of pulling a small stool over, perching on it now, quite literally as she rested on the balls of her feet, posture perfectly errect, elbows on her knees, her head in her gloved hands, her left eye watching his rouse* You made quite a mess of yourself
[16-01:17] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *head turns to the side, and he flinches, the gas still slowing his reactions * ... It wasn't me. It was my captors. * he rasps, voice hoarse. He squints, glancing about the room, taking in everything * NOW what tricks?
[16-01:17] e67ca, *Harrington : *Steps over to a garbage chute to deposit the datapad inside. Looks over to see Sierra coming. He recognizes her, but in a limited capacity... In the sense that he knows of her, recognizes her face, but isn't entirely sure who she is or why she's there. But then again, only a very select few know that information. Drops the datapad and shuts the chute.*
[16-01:20] 1d581, *Assain: *her left eye twitches slightly again as he raises his voice* Need I remind you that raising your voice will get you no were, except in a pool of your own fluid?
[16-01:21] 5e516, *Sierra Leyanna : *Poison-green gaze lands on Harrington as he performs the chute maneuver. Doesn't know much at all about him; isn't too privy to the business aspects of things to begin with. Has maybe seen him around, tho, and since there's nothing else to catch her attention at the moment, decides to give it to him. Brow quirks slightly.* Junk mail?
[16-01:21] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *tenses at that, glowering at her * Was not... raising voice... *he replies, laying back down again and closing his eyes. Maybe if he just ignored her... but that smell... *
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[16-01:24] 1d581, *Assain: *she knew the smell of the broth was far more tormenting now then anything she could have said, and so would not try to torment him, at least not for him. Though the fact that he was trying to ignore her did not exactly sit very well with her* You never answered my question, Mr. Aleen. Shall we continue at this level of professionalism, or perhaps advance to a first name basis?
[16-01:25] e67ca, *Harrington : Oh, I would hardly call the lofty offer of timeshare property in the swamps of Degobah junk. That's prime real estate. *Moves away from the chute, hands hooking against his belt.*
[16-01:25] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: You have no right to call me by my first name. My title is Jedi Padawan Aleen.
[16-01:27] 1d581, *Assain: So be it then. *though inwardly rolls her eyes at the length of the title, maintaining her own for him for the time being* Your soup will loose most of its flavor if you let it sit for to long
[16-01:28] 5e516, *Sierra Leyanna : That is pretty exclusive, and definitely the place to be if you want privacy. Still...you sort of have to wonder at the kind of people who'd actually want timeshares there. Some neighbors.
[16-01:28] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *swallows a bit * I am not hungry * He lies, not looking at her still, eyes still closed as he goes through breathing exercises*
[16-01:29] 1d581, *Assain: You're lying. *said almost boredly* But if you insist, I will not waste the soup on you again.
[16-01:30] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *is quiet a moment, then states * So be it.
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[16-01:32] e67ca, *Harrington : *Though no sign of it shows, he's rather curious of Sierra. Sometimes the Dark Princess will have moods... The kind of moods that cost people jobs and lives, and some so serious she won't admit anyone into her company. Except this one.* I've seen you around, but I don't think I've ever quite caught your name.
[16-01:33] 1d581, *Assain: If you think that by martyring yourself you are proving something, or are inspiring sympathy in anyone you are gravely mistaken.
[16-01:34] 871df, Nathan Essex: ((Martyrdom is honorable.))
[16-01:34] 1d581, *Assain: ((Not when there is no one around to care))
[16-01:34] 871df, Nathan Essex: ((True. . .))
[16-01:34] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: I truly dont give a damn what you think I think. This is MY choice to make. No body is going to change it FOR me. *he states, his tones rising in irritation*
[16-01:34] 1d581, *Assain: ((*s*))
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[16-01:35] 5e516, *Sierra Leyanna : *quirks a faint, slightly insolent grin* That could be because I haven't been careless enough to toss it away lately.
[16-01:36] 1d581, *Assain: *her left eyes twitches again before she again closes her right hand into a fist, again the pressure actovating the collar to give him a nice jolt of searing energy, tucking her right fist under her chin to watch him, the added pressure of her chin against the ring likely increasing the power of the energy.*
[16-01:37] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *his body bucks, and he screams again, twisting one way, then another, right off the bunk to the floor as he curls up, body completely taught now, screams of agony coming from the padawan's throat, one after the other as the shock rips through him, harder and harder each time*
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[16-01:39] e67ca, *Harrington : *Clicks his tongue while leaning one shoulder against the wall.* Foiled. Still, always worth a shot. Though I don't expect her Highness would be quite so fond of anyone who'd fall for that.
[16-01:39] 1d581, *Assain: *she smiles softly as he screams, his cries like a chorus to her, a soft all to feline purr slipping from her throat as she listens to him, shifting her chin so that she's no longer applying more pressure to the ring, but certainly doesn't let up the other pressure, and actuualy tightens and relaxes her fist to fluxuate the current careening through him*
[16-01:41] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *his body twists on the floor, sobbing as he pauses, then jerks again, an occasional limb slamming into a wall or the bunk frame as he writhes in pain, tears streaming down his face as he sobs, begging for it to stop*
[16-01:42] 5e516, *Sierra Leyanna : *inclines her head slightly* High praise. But yeah, that was kind of cliche...a bit disappointing. What "section" do you belong to, again? *makes the air quotes around section*
[16-01:45] 1d581, *Assain: *her head quirks to the side slightly as she listens to his begging, wondering what in their brief history together ever made him think begging was going to help his situation. She tightens her fist again for a moment before again releasing the extra pressure, wondering just how long he'll try to fight off the cool dark solace of unconciousness*
[16-01:48] e67ca, *Harrington : *Equally stingy with information. Thumbs towards the chute.* Janitor. So excuse the lack of polish. Although not literally, because this place just gleams.
[16-01:48] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *takes longer before he finishes twitching, coughing on the floor, this time only dry heaving, curled into the fetal position as he sobs repetitively to himself, body shaking, damp with sweat now, toes and fingers curled from the pain as he swims in and out of concroiusness*
[16-01:52] 0af3d, *Jair Karredo : (( Hmmm... ))
[16-01:53] 1d581, *Assain: *though he was heaving and sweating, two things she personally found to be revolting acts, she couldn't help but be slightly impressed by his stamina, this being his only rescue as she releases the pressure on the ring, opening her hand again, placing her chin in both hands to watch him*
[16-01:53] 5e516, *Sierra Leyanna : Oh, right...I might've guessed. *Dryly. Gaze flicks over him briefly, taking in his overall appearance for clues to his station/occupation.* Well, my compliments to you, then, since the place really does shine. You're doing a bang-up job...and you're lucky to've not been on Tatooine. They always used to bitch and grip about the sand that kept ending up all throughout the compound.
[16-01:55] 5e516, *Sierra Leyanna : ((grip --> gripe))
[16-01:55] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *his body continued to shudder uncontrollably in waves as the heaving slowly stops, albeit he continues to sob, just laying there, eyes closed tightly, face taught, emotions a maelstrom of egativity - pain, anger, terror, hate...
[16-01:58] e67ca, *Harrington : *Clue....less. Well, that doesn't sound right. Devoid of visible clues towards his profession.* Mm. I'd imagine so. Spend a lot of time on Tatooine, then?
[16-01:59] 1d581, *Assain: ((*is going to shamelessly plagerize now*)) *she blinks slowly and steps off the stool, her footfalls almost completely soundless against the floor* Please, no tears...it's a waste of good suffering. *this said dryly*
[16-01:59] 1d581, *Assain: ((plagiarize))
[16-02:01] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *ignores her, eyues closed as he tries to block everything out, trying to pull himself in from it all, to isolate himself from Reality, tears still trickling down his cheeks*
[16-02:02] 5e516, *Sierra Leyanna : Too much. Though really, spending five minutes on Tatooine generally seems to qualify as too much *unpockets a hand, idly running her fingertips back through her hair* I definitely won't say I'm sorry to be here again, instead of there.
[16-02:05] 1d581, *Assain: *she moves over to the keypad and enters in a code, sound coming through the vents now...it would be the recorded sound of his own screams and crying, his own begging and pleading for mercy, the recorded sound ringing as clearly as though it were happening again*
[16-02:07] e67ca, *Harrington : *Makes note of too much, and the 'again.' Not that he has any particular reason to gather information on her... It's just his way. Watches her, looking her over. Not in any inappropriate way... It's detached and studious.* Well, I do hope it's her Highness's will to stick around here for a while. If you need anything, you know...swept or dusted or whatnot while here, I'll sure be glad to help.
[16-02:08] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *shudders at the sound * No... no... turn it off... *he puts his hands over his ears, trembling *
[16-02:10] 1d581, *Assain: *she taps in another keycode, the sounds getting louder, also recording his new please, throwing those in randomly, his own voice mocking him now*
[16-02:11] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *cuirls up on the floor, trembling, in the dark, cold cell, hands over his ears as he falls silent*
[16-02:11] 5e516, *Sierra Leyanna : *grins a bit* That's kind of you to offer...I always appreciate good personal service. And with something like that to look forward to, it's another reason for me to likewise hope we stay awhile.
[16-02:11] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *fade*
[16-02:15] e67ca, *Harrington : Well I would just be absolutely delighted to clean up after you. *Pushes off from against the wall.* After all, it'd be an honour to do so for someone so secretive and mysteriously close to the Princess. *A touch dryly.*
[16-02:20] 5e516, *Sierra Leyanna : Well, I'm so glad to be able to do my little part in making people's lives just that much more upbeat and worthwhile. *Presses her hand to her heart, doing a marvelous job of looking affected.* Feel like I should apologize in advance, though; tagging along after me can be a messy proposition sometimes. It just sort of...happens.
[16-02:26] e67ca, *Harrington : While I hold the Dark Princess in the highest regard, I am fully aware that she and those around her may have a tendancy to...make things slightly untidy. *Adjusts his flight jacket.* It's nothing I can't handle. But I ought to be off... Top secret custodial things to take care of. A pleasure, however, to meet you, Ms....? *Tries again, for the heck of it. This time more as a joke than a genuine attempt.*
[16-02:29] 5e516, *Sierra Leyanna : Oh, right. Far be it from me to impede progress. *grins again, a bit broader. Actually tempted to answer that time, as at least he was more direct about it.* A definite pleasure to meet you, Mister. I'll see you around, I'm sure. *drops the pose, sliding her hand back into her pocket*
[16-02:34] e67ca, *Harrington : *Gives a grin as well.* Oh, I hope so. Although it's hard being the help. You tend to go unnoticed. *Starts to move towards his suite, offering as he passes her...* Goodnight.
[16-02:39] 5e516, *Sierra Leyanna : Luckily I possess keen eyesight...gives me a bit of an edge in picking up stealth people. *Casually notes what suite in particular he's aiming for, if that's possible; if not, just notes what the number of the closest suite is, and which direction he's going...pick up the general numbers and figure it out later.* G'night. *saunters on her way at a quite easy pace*
[16-02:40] e67ca, *Harrington : *She won't get the specific suite, but close enough. Looks over his shoulder and watches her go, entering his room only when she's out of sight.*
[16-02:42] 0af3d, *Jair Karredo : *Shoots things*
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[16-03:32] 267f8, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : I AM STILL THE HEAD OF THE IMPERIAL REMNANT. *goes back to playing checkers*
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[16-09:13] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *Currently captured by the great and amazing Zhalimar. Can't wait to see what the Eclipse has planned for him .. heh. *
[16-09:13] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *End Cameo. *
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[16-09:14] b743d, *Windra: hello tialos
[16-09:15] b743d, *Windra: bye smoochs
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[16-09:25] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Kill the headlights and put it in neutral!
[16-09:27] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Laffo @ board
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[16-09:43] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((What're you laughin' at, punk? :-P ))
[16-09:43] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Some of the crackheads who posted there.. not you, though. ;)
[16-09:44] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*L* Weird. Thought I was the only crackhead who posts on that board. *L*))
[16-09:45] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I only have to buy one more goddamn Xmas gift and I'm done..
[16-09:46] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*L* Damn. I'm just starting my Xmas shopping tonight. I'm procrastinate alot. *Shrug*))
[16-09:47] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((I))
[16-09:48] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Heh..
[16-09:49] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Well I'm off. Peace. ))
[16-09:49] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Take it easy..
[16-10:10] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : 5 people watching, 1 person chatting.. awesome.
[16-10:30] EXIT: Kuma Aleen has left the chat ( 8:11am, December 16 (CST) ).
[16-10:34] JOIN: Kuma Aleen has entered.
[16-10:36] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Hey Kuma..
[16-10:36] JOIN: Tialos Hethren has entered.
[16-10:36] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((*yawns* Yo))
[16-10:38] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Hangover? Or just tired for the fact of just waking up?))
[16-10:42] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((I've never been hung over bso its just tiredness
[16-10:42] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Heh.. ))
[16-10:53] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((BRB gotta reboot))
[16-10:56] 4029a, ºMazzik : KOTOR II is kinda okay.
[16-10:57] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Is it, Mazzik?))
[16-10:58] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : *Gunning for Prefekt and the Jedi Temple when he gets out of all of this. *
[16-10:59] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Test. ))
[16-10:59] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((This isn't any worse.. ))
[16-10:59] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*Struts with his new hue*))
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[16-11:02] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Stupid computer)_)
[16-11:03] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((I know your pain. *L*))
[16-11:05] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((the lag continues, not Net lag, but system pauses... and when I reboot, I get a "Your computer may have bad sectors, press any key to run scandisk"))
[16-11:12] 4029a, ºMazzik : Yeah, it's all right.
[16-11:19] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : That sucks Kuma..
[16-11:20] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : But that's what you get for browsing pr0n on the Internet
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[16-11:21] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Yes, it is. ))
[16-11:22] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Yes. I know *hangs head* I'm weak))
[16-11:22] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Welcome in the club :
[16-11:22] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*L*))
[16-11:23] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Do you have Jckets?))
[16-11:24] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : No, but you get a membership card that gives discounts on kleenex.. :(
[16-11:25] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: (sweet. ))
[16-11:27] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*dies*))
[16-11:30] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : So.. not much seems to be going on
[16-11:32] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((No. I'm working on a pilot to torment you guys though))
[16-11:32] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((No. Not a thing. ))
[16-11:32] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Great.. more pilots. Hehe.
[16-11:33] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Yeah, but this one is a girl ;) )_)
[16-11:33] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((We've got enough ground personell. We need more pilots, I thought?))
[16-11:34] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : No clue really.
[16-11:35] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Hey maz, you available?))
[16-11:36] 4029a, ºMazzik : Si, senior.
[16-11:36] 4029a, ºMazzik : On a KOTOR break.
[16-11:36] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((can I IM you?)
[16-11:38] 109b6, *Zarrin Kedar: (*Shakes his head slowly at the board.*)
[16-11:39] 4029a, ºMazzik : Well, it's good that someone feels the same way I do.
[16-11:40] 109b6, *Zarrin Kedar: (..I am sure you'll take note of the fact that we have very little in common as far as the topic goes once you read my post.)
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[16-11:43] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*LOL* Sup man?))
[16-11:46] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*Smirks at board* Finally, something different then the cliche post.. ))
[16-11:46] MSG: Zarrin Kedar sent a message to Tialos Hethren.
[16-11:47] MSG: Tialos Hethren sent a message to Zarrin Kedar.
[16-11:47] 109b6, *Zarrin Kedar: (..apparently the horse tried to slip a noose around my neck while I was sleeping Mazzik.)
[16-11:48] MSG: Zarrin Kedar sent a message to Tialos Hethren.
[16-11:48] 4029a, ºMazzik : That's a very dexterous horse.
[16-11:48] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Hah..
[16-11:49] MSG: Tialos Hethren sent a message to Zarrin Kedar.
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[16-12:03] 62140, 'Jereth: 'Lo all...
[16-12:05] 4029a, ºMazzik : 'lo
[16-12:06] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Grr. Time to go to work
[16-12:06] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : (('ello. ))
[16-12:06] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((C-ya Aleen. ))
[16-12:11] 4029a, ºMazzik : Class and stuff. Back laer.
[16-12:11] 4029a, ºMazzik : later.
[16-12:15] 62140, 'Jereth: Typical, I enter... and the chat dies...
[16-12:17] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((I'm still alive and kickin'.. ))
[16-12:18] 62140, 'Jereth: Good good...
[16-12:22] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Well, not really .. more an undead concept, really. *Shrug*))
[16-12:24] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Well, not really .. more an undead concept, really. *Shrug*))
[16-12:27] 62140, 'Jereth: Meh... whatever floats you boat I suppose...
[16-12:29] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Necrophilia indeed does. ))
[16-12:29] 62140, 'Jereth: 'Your' boat that is...
[16-12:30] 109b6, *Zarrin Kedar: .
[16-12:33] JOIN: Jereth has entered.
[16-12:33] 62140, 'Jereth: *Damns stuff*
[16-12:39] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*To hell. *))
[16-13:00] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Poor chat..
[16-13:14] JOIN: Jaret Snomel has entered.
[16-13:21] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Where it's at..
[16-13:21] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : It's=its
[16-13:22] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : DRAMA LLAMA
[16-13:22] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : What the hell is that icon suppose to be?
[16-13:23] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : A secret
[16-13:23] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : neenerneener
[16-13:23] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : : p
[16-13:23] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Well.. it looks ugly. So.. yeah. Haha to you. :
[16-13:23] JOIN: Liz has entered.
[16-13:24] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Jedi Master?
[16-13:24] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : Jealous much?
[16-13:24] 2345a, 'Liz: *grumbles and huddles in a corner*
[16-13:24] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : Nope/
[16-13:24] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Hehaheh yeah I'm jealous..
[16-13:24] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Spirit Jedi icon?
[16-13:25] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Jedi who has lost the ability to contact the Force because of an encounter with the Nekkrkesiesis.
[16-13:25] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : psh I'm not dead!
[16-13:25] 4029a, ºMazzik : it is Liz
[16-13:25] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : ?!
[16-13:25] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : noooooooooo
[16-13:25] 2345a, 'Liz: *blinks at Mazzik* Yeah.
[16-13:26] 4029a, *Auron : *is dead*
[16-13:26] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : O WAIT! It's a grey Jedi.. omg omg.. mix of light and dark.. it's UBER JEDI AGE.
[16-13:26] 4029a, *Auron : *however, talks to Jaret often*
[16-13:26] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : nooooooooooo
[16-13:26] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : you silly ninny
[16-13:29] 2345a, 'Liz: *craves coffee and checks her forehead for a fever* Must be sick...*shudders*
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[16-13:32] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Aww.. get well, Liz.
[16-13:34] 2345a, *Aliandra Littith: *sitting at a corner table in the cantina, her gaze sweeping across the early crowd, she takes a sip from her glass, suppressing a shudder at the strong taste. Mosts might think it's a little early to be drinking, but her life's hit the fan recently and she figures she deserves a strong drink* (( I'm not sick...I hate coffee. But thanks , anyways ))
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[16-13:40] 6ea3b, Jizzmak DaGusha: :walks through the doorway, recently returning from a long flight with the Scumdogs of the Universe, he looks around for any friendly faces:
[16-13:42] 2345a, *Aliandra Littith: *she hardly notices the man who just walked in, engrossed with her problems at the moment. She has to find a place to stay. And soon, or she'll be staying in the streets*
[16-13:43] MSG: Aliandra Littith sent a message to Rob.
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[16-13:46] MSG: Aliandra Littith sent a message to Rob.
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[16-13:47] MSG: Rob sent a message to Aliandra Littith.
[16-13:49] MSG: Aliandra Littith sent a message to Rob.
[16-13:50] MSG: Rob sent a message to Aliandra Littith.
[16-13:52] MSG: Aliandra Littith sent a message to Rob.
[16-13:52] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
[16-13:53] MSG: Rob sent a message to Aliandra Littith.
[16-13:53] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Alpha Zulu.. BOB!
[16-13:53] EXIT: Aliandra Littith has left the chat ( 7:52pm, December 16 (CST) ).
[16-13:56] e05fa, *Rob: Sierra Tango Foxtrot Uniform.
[16-13:59] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah.. but what about Bob?
[16-13:59] e05fa, *Rob: What about him?
[16-14:00] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Hmm.. no idea.. just making conversation. :
[16-14:00] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : lol @ Rob
[16-14:01] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Foxtrot Uniform Bravo Alpha Romeo
[16-14:02] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Lima Oscar Lima
[16-14:02] e05fa, *Rob: Lima Oscar Lima.
[16-14:02] e05fa, *Rob: Git.
[16-14:02] e05fa, *Rob: Anyway, I'm offski. Lata.
[16-14:03] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : *Shoots things*
[16-14:03] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Romeo Oscar Foxtrot Lima
[16-14:03] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Bravo Yankee Echo
[16-14:04] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : BYE?
[16-14:04] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Oh.
[16-14:04] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : *L*
[16-14:04] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : *Lhao @ Self*
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[16-14:06] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Golf Golf.
[16-14:06] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : ?
[16-14:06] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Nevermind. :P
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[16-14:07] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : We are the knights who said November India!
[16-14:08] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Ok enough of this radio alphabet nonsense.
[16-14:08] 6ea3b, Jizzmak DaGusha: *walks in and begins urinating Jairs leg*
[16-14:08] 4adbc, Oderus Urungus: i come from the scum dogs of the universe...........BOW TO ME!
[16-14:09] 4adbc, Oderus Urungus: *walks up and bites off Jairs face, killing him instantly*
[16-14:10] 4adbc, Oderus Urungus: BOW TO ME AND DAGUSHA!!!!
[16-14:11] 4adbc, Oderus Urungus: BOW TO ME AND DAGUSHA!
[16-14:11] 6ea3b, Jizzmak DaGusha: We own you all!!!
[16-14:12] 6ea3b, Jizzmak DaGusha: We created your kind by raping prehistoric apes!!!
[16-14:12] 4adbc, Oderus Urungus: The Scum Dogs of the Universe shall rape all of your corpses!!!
[16-14:12] 4adbc, Oderus Urungus: *rapes Jair's corpse*
[16-14:13] 4adbc, Oderus Urungus: I TOLD YOU I WOULD!!!
[16-14:13] 6ea3b, Jizzmak DaGusha: *r2d2 rolls in and explodes in GWARs presence.* NOOOOO DAMN YOU VADER!!!
[16-14:14] 6ea3b, Jizzmak DaGusha: ok this blows ... im outta here
[16-14:15] EXIT: Jizzmak DaGusha has left the chat ( 8:14pm, December 16 (CST) ).
[16-14:15] 4adbc, Oderus Urungus: so........wanna have sex?
[16-14:16] EXIT: Oderus Urungus has left the chat ( 8:15pm, December 16 (CST) ).
[16-14:21] 4029a, ºMazzik : Er.
[16-14:21] 4029a, ºMazzik : I'm not entirely sure what just happened.
[16-14:22] 4029a, ºMazzik : First, we'll do this.
[16-14:22] 4029a, ºMazzik : Then, we'll do this:
[16-14:22] 4029a, ºMazzik : Ah. Much better.
[16-14:34] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : *Huggles Mazzik*
[16-15:09] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Empty.. so very empty.
[16-15:10] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : ;/
[16-15:11] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((But as you stare at it, it stares back at you...))
[16-15:12] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : That's an abyss you dummy.
[16-15:14] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((I wasn't attempting to quote it verbatim, you narrow-minded fool.))
[16-15:15] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Now, now.. don't get mad because I got the reference, you pseudo-intelligent wannabe.
[16-15:16] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((And you wonder why it's empty when you appear..))
[16-15:16] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : No? Because I don't give a fuck if people see me entering an online chat room?
[16-15:19] JOIN: Assain has entered.
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[16-15:19] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *Hug for ravee*
[16-15:20] 1d581, *Assain: ((*loves for Jaret*))
[16-15:20] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *loves for sezzy ravish*
[16-15:21] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yo, Assain. Yo, Jaret.
[16-15:21] 1d581, *Assain: ((L))
[16-15:21] 1d581, *Assain: ((*wave wave to SBL))
[16-15:28] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : OMFG peanut buttah jelly time to the max.
[16-15:29] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : With a baseball bat? :D
[16-15:31] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : peanut buttah jelly time peanutbuttah jelly time *dancedance*
[16-15:31] 1d581, *Assain: ((Wait wait, is it that premixed shit?))
[16-15:33] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : fuck that no.
[16-15:33] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *is so man he can chug down a bottle of grapefruit juice*
[16-15:34] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : Mean frodo making samwise cry. *hugs Samwise*
[16-15:35] 1d581, *Assain: ((*whew!* I was about to seriously worry about you if you liked that premixed PB&J. And yes, yes, I'd have to agree. Goonies forever))
[16-15:36] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : anyway I think I'm going to go play some WoW
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[16-15:39] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Damn, it's weird listening to those alternative versions of Teen Spirit from the Nirvana boxset.
[16-15:39] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : I should really find my XWA CD's...
[16-15:40] 96b17, *Rob: It's donkey... Mazz, not horse.
[16-15:42] 96b17, *Rob: *w00t @ XWA*
[16-15:43] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I never completed that game!
[16-15:43] 96b17, *Rob: O_O! You never flew the Death Star II run?
[16-15:43] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : No. ;(
[16-15:44] 96b17, *Rob: That's the single best mission of the game.
[16-15:44] 96b17, *Rob: Though my version is modded, quite a bit.
[16-15:45] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Ahh cool.. what did they change?
[16-15:47] 96b17, *Rob: I changed it myself. The ships are a little more manouverable and they go twice as fast. Also you can do the reactor run in an X-wing, a-wing, YT-2000, Gunboat, T-wing or R-41 starchaser. Plus I added in soundclips from the movie, to replace the ones they had in the game.
[16-15:48] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Cool. Hmm.. do you think the game will run in XP?
[16-15:48] 96b17, *Rob: I have XP... so yeah, hehe.
[16-15:49] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Heh, maybe I should install it sometime then. :) I've been playing a bit of Tie Fighter CD via DosBox, but it's kinda choppy..
[16-15:49] 96b17, *Rob: I also went and got more ships from the XWA upgrade project, like the tie defender, the Eclipse SSD and the 18 km Executor
[16-15:51] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Man, I remember that it was a hell getting XWA to run when I got it..
[16-15:53] 96b17, *Rob: How come?
[16-15:54] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I think it was the drivers for my graphics card.. you had to do all kinds of weird stuff, like changing the drivers in specific order.
[16-15:54] 96b17, *Rob: What do you have now?
[16-15:54] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Heh.. maybe it was my computer, but LucasArts always had a knack of making games that drove you insane trying to get to work.. EMS memory and all.
[16-15:55] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Geforce 4 TI..
[16-15:55] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Not sure what number.. 4200 or something? It's kinda old.
[16-15:57] 96b17, *Rob: The only trouble I ever had with a lucasarts game was getting Jedi Knight II to work with my old Voodoo V.
[16-15:58] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Well, Windows games were never that much of a problem.. it was more in the time of pure DOS that things could get ugly.
[16-16:00] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Hmm.. didn't we once play JK2 on The Zone or something? :)
[16-16:01] 96b17, *Rob: Ohh, yeah, I remember. I had to use a boot disk to run the original X-wing on my old 486, hehe. Them windows 95 came along and solved all my problems... amazingly.
[16-16:01] 96b17, *Rob: Yeah, I still have the screencaps that V took, hehe.
[16-16:02] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I used to play with that guy, Jacen Solo.. the guy from Finland if you remember him.
[16-16:04] 96b17, *Rob: Barely. : /
[16-16:04] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : What games do you play online these days?
[16-16:04] 96b17, *Rob: Do you play Jedi Acedemy at all?
[16-16:04] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Hmm, nope.. I've only heard of it.
[16-16:05] 96b17, *Rob: Oh, I don't. My modem is too slow. : /
[16-16:05] 96b17, *Rob: You should get it, it's much better then JKII.
[16-16:06] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : All right maybe I'll check it out.
[16-16:08] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I really liked JKII because of the story line.. sure, maybe it wasn't extremely likely, but I liked the characters etc.
[16-16:08] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : There's some books based on the game too.. they're pretty good. Great illustrations too.
[16-16:10] 96b17, *Rob: Yeah, I heard. I hav'nt seen them around, unfortunatly.
[16-16:18] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : And I missed the XWA conversation. =(
[16-16:18] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Well, we're still here. :P
[16-16:18] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : I've never been able to get the patch to let you fly the X-wing on the DSII run to work right.
[16-16:19] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : I wish some people here played XWA or XVT so I could get some action
[16-16:19] 96b17, *Rob: All you do is replace the mission file, really/
[16-16:19] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Oooo
[16-16:19] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Yeah I could always open it up in ALLiED and edit it
[16-16:20] 96b17, *Rob: Yeah, that's what I used.
[16-16:20] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Didja register it? I have a registered copy, it's a nice little tool.
[16-16:21] 96b17, *Rob: Not yet. : /
[16-16:21] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : What does it do?
[16-16:21] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Edit XWA data files?
[16-16:21] 96b17, *Rob: I don't use it that often, so there's not much point in forking out money for it. It edits the mission files.
[16-16:22] 96b17, *Rob: To edits ships and stuff you need xvted2
[16-16:22] 96b17, *Rob: That works for Balance of Power too.
[16-16:23] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Mxvted is a great program, that ones free, too.
[16-16:23] 96b17, *Rob: Oh, sorry, that's what I meant. mxvted2.
[16-16:24] 96b17, *Rob: Make sure you get the XWA update though. 1.02 I think.
[16-16:25] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : I thought it was 2.02. But maybe it is 1.02.
[16-16:25] 96b17, *Rob: Although you should get that anyway, ecause you can record your games. Which is pretty neat.
[16-16:26] 96b17, *Rob: 'might be 2.02 then.
[16-16:26] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Just like the original X-Wing.
[16-16:26] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : I've been thinking about picking up the X-Wing Collectors Series, which re-does X-Wing and TIE Fighter in the XVT Graphics engine.
[16-16:26] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah, I remember Tie Fighter had that too, I never used it though.
[16-16:26] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Cause then I don't have to deal with Dosbox, and choppy X-Wing/XvT in XP
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[16-16:27] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : I used it on occasin.
[16-16:27] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : It's good for getting decent screencaps
[16-16:27] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : I've never used it in XWA though
[16-16:27] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : My favorite part of Tie Fighter was the cutscenes with Thrawn.
[16-16:28] 96b17, *Rob: I have the collectors edition, it's pretty good. They did away with the incidental music though. : /
[16-16:28] 96b17, *Rob: I recored all my successful DS II runs, eh heh.
[16-16:28] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Pity. That's the best part of XWA I think, is when the ISD II Drops out of hyperspace and the Imperial March starts to play...
[16-16:30] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Rob, That sucks.. the original music was awesome. Thrawn's theme was great.. and the Monk from the secret order's theme.
[16-16:30] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I have it all on MIDI though.
[16-16:31] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : THmmmm, Rob...how well does the Collectors Series run in XP?
[16-16:31] 96b17, *Rob: I never played though Tie Fighter. >_>
[16-16:31] 96b17, *Rob: though = through
[16-16:31] 96b17, *Rob: It runs fine for me.
[16-16:32] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : TIE Fighter has the BEST Campaigns ever.
[16-16:32] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I played through Tie Fighter CD a few times.. there's a great cut scene where Thrawn gets promoted to Grand Admiral by The Emperor.
[16-16:32] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Just the best.
[16-16:32] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : How are the Graphics in the Collectors Series? Up to par?
[16-16:33] 96b17, *Rob: 'Same as XvT. They used the same engine.
[16-16:33] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Jair, Yeah.. it's tied in nicely with the main story. You get caught up in it
[16-16:34] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Interesting.
[16-16:34] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : You really get caught up in the TIE Fighter campaigns. They're just wonderful.
[16-16:35] 96b17, *Rob: Yeah, but you fly ties... which are shit.
[16-16:35] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : But it teaches a differant type of flying
[16-16:35] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Heheh, the best mission is when you're suppose to do a "standard training run with some new cadets" and it turns out to be a conspiracy, and suddenly the "cadets" starts hunting you down..
[16-16:36] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : I know that when I get into the Gunship I always fly without shields in TIE fighter, because I'm so used to not having shields.
[16-16:36] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : And then the Neb shows up to save you
[16-16:36] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : I think you're supposed to demonstrate how to clear a minefield for them
[16-16:36] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah, that's right.
[16-16:36] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : I like the one where you fly the TIE Defender and you escort Vader to Coruscant.
[16-16:36] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Or the one where you have to defend the Emporers star yacht
[16-16:37] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Or the one where you have to let the muriaan transport escape so it can take the Death Star plans back to the Alliance
[16-16:37] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : What was the name of the Admiral who were deflecting from the Empire on that mission? Don't think it was Harkov, he was already dead.. and Zaarin was later, I think.
[16-16:37] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Or the early ones where you're helping to stop the civil war and you have massive three way battles going on
[16-16:37] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Maybe it was Zaarin..
[16-16:38] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : I thought it was Harkov who defected. Zaarin was a traitor but I don't think he supported the Alliance, I think he just went Rogue
[16-16:38] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Cause at the end of the game Zaarin dies.
[16-16:38] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah, Thrawn tricks him into going into hyperspace with the Corvette, right?
[16-16:38] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : And he blows up..
[16-16:42] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : I think they rigged the cloaking device or something, I don't remember exactly.
[16-16:43] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Which games do you play, SeaBlue? XWA or XVT? Or just T/F and X-W?
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[16-16:56] 96b17, *Rob: You killed him. o_o *To Mexico!**flees*
[16-17:01] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : *Winks at Rob as the cross the border* So...ya know.....there's some....things you can do down here....that aren't legal in the US.... *wink wink*
[16-17:43] 4029a, ºMazzik : Where are all the lurkers?
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[16-17:47] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : In. My. Pants.
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[16-17:49] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : Oceans twelves blows ass.
[16-17:50] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((I havn't even seen it yet. *Chuckle*))
[16-17:53] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : I demand a crown. Mazzik, crown me, bitch.
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[16-18:04] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((He really wants a tierra.))
[16-18:14] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((*Dive tackles his computer.* Work damn you!))
[16-18:14] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Is that how it's spelled?
[16-18:15] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((Probably not.))
[16-18:25] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((Tierra, tiara, same thing.))
[16-18:30] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : JAIR. BOW TO ME FOR I AM KING OF CHAT.
[16-18:37] 4029a, ºMazzik : HAHAHA
[16-18:37] 4029a, ºMazzik : */remmed the king*
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[16-18:51] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : WTF
[16-18:51] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : KING OF CHAT
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[16-19:48] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *is still curled up in his cell... the echoes of his begging and screams continued around him, a cacophony of pain and terror... but also, other phrases. He'd figured things out, and now his own voice shouted at him * Dont give in! Dont give in!
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[16-19:57] 1d581, *Assain: *she had allowed the recordnings to continue despite the new phrases of encouragement, again somewhat impressed that he had figured it out already. It took most people days. This one would be fun to mutilate. Still in the Dark Room, she was busy tinkering away on a new toy, a special one just for Kuma. Finally completeling the device it looks something like an Iron Maiden, though instead of a being lined with spikes it appears to be exactly Kuma's size, the place where the arms should go fully extended up above the head. Having finshed the activation device, she test it to make sure it works, several horizontal bars of white electricity acting as the door of the new "personal" cage. Kuma was so inspiring.*
[16-20:02] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((Oh hell yes. Not a single kernal unpopped and not a single piece burned. I am officially the microwave god.))
[16-20:02] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((*snicker*))
[16-20:03] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *his eyes were open, staring at the wall, his back to the door. He didn't care what she was making. He sensed her out there. He ws tired, he needed sleep, food... security. But there was none here for the lonesome padawin, so far from home. *
[16-20:03] 1d581, *Assain: ((O_O))
[16-20:05] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((You're just jealous.))
[16-20:08] 1d581, *Assain: *her left eye watches his back for several moments, feeling his exhaustion. She had had the bowl of soup removed as well last time he'd been unconcious. He was the one being difficult, not her, and this was only the beginning. If he thought he was lost and lonesome now, he was certainly in for a rude awakening. Moving over to the keypad she enters in the code to turn off the sound system. Waiting for several moments before speaking herself* Good evening, Mr. Aleen.
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[16-20:08] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((*Worked at a movie theater. You know nothing of Popcorn.*))
[16-20:09] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *doesnt' reply for a long time. He does tense mentally, as the music turns off. His eyes close, then he asks, voice a dry croak * What do you want?*very soft*
[16-20:10] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((*Didn't say he did. Is god of the MICROWAVE. Not, ''Here's your ticket enjoy the movie...Here's your ticket, enjoy the movie...etc...''* Pffft.))
[16-20:11] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((Pah! It was more like 'You want butter on that popcorn?' or 'Shut the fuck up' or 'Why yes incredibly hot babe, I'll go do you in the projection booth.'))
[16-20:11] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((Ok I never said 'shut the fuck up'))
[16-20:12] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((bet you wanted to a few times))
[16-20:12] 1d581, *Assain: ((*scratches head.* I worked at a theater too, and we never got to have sex with people in the projection booth...*feels robbed now*))
[16-20:12] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((You didnt work at my theater *wink*))
[16-20:13] 1d581, *Assain: ((Indeed. *mourn*))
[16-20:13] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Doing night shift at the Stampede one year, my partner found two people making love in kiddie land. I told him he should've started shouting advice. *
[16-20:17] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : >_> yeah..
[16-20:17] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : heh
[16-20:17] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ...not that I needed any...
[16-20:17] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((*LMAO* That would of been great. ''Yeah! Hey, do it in the teddy bear pit! No, no, no! You put her leg up FIRST!''))
[16-20:18] 1d581, *Assain: Luke Skywalker hand as a collection piece. *blinks slowly* What do you think I want? Just to talk. At least for now
[16-20:18] 1d581, *Assain: ((Skywalker's))
[16-20:19] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: I do not want to talk to you. *he states in even tones, closing his eyes again* I just want to sleep.
[16-20:24] 1d581, *Assain: And so you will. I promise. But for now, I just have a few things to ask you. I'll even keep my opinions to myself...at least I'll attempt to
[16-20:27] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: I said I do not want to talk to you * his voice doesnt' rise, but it does becomre more tense.* Please, leave me alone.
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[16-20:29] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: NovaTech Industries founder and owner can be seen sitting in a booth at a small JavaShop. It was deserted for the most part, save a few customers and those that worked behind the bar. On the table infront of him was a small portable console unit. At the moment he wasn't working on it, rather, just looking at the information displayed on the screen before him. In one hand he held the saucer to a cup and in the other the cup itself, which was letting of small wisps of steam into the air. Sighing lightly in covered anxiety, he sipped the java, letting the warmth spread inside of him.
[16-20:32] 1d581, *Assain: *she chuckles softly noting the tension in his voice and she sighs softly* You really are making this much more difficult then it has to be. *she closes her right hand into a fist, applying pressure to the ring, which triggers the collar as it had done the other night, likely sending a nice stabbing pain all down his spine, though releases the pressure on the ring after a few seconds*
[16-20:34] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *his body tenses up. He'd been prepared, and only shudders this time with a deep moan of pain as it courses through him, eyes tightly shut * No... no... nononono... *he whimnpers, body shivering, heart beginnign to race.*
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[16-20:40] 1d581, *Assain: I can make this last forever, Mr. Aleen, until your blood boils inside your veins...or...we can talk. *pops her fingers one at a time*
[16-20:41] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *shudders at that, and states, relenting* I cannot promise I will know the answers.
[16-20:44] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((Sileen! Ravee is being mean to Kuma!))
[16-20:44] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((*tells on*))
[16-20:44] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((It's not her body! She do what she want!))
[16-20:44] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((And that was our Unofficial Understatement of the Day *L*))
[16-20:45] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Weeell... I'd do something about it, but alas, Sileen's here and they are there))
[16-20:46] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((I thought Kuma was on Coruscant.))
[16-20:46] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Not anymore. Tialos turned him over to Assain. ))
[16-20:46] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((I've been moved))
[16-20:47] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Nope. He's on some space station. Hence why I'm not making empty threats))
[16-20:47] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Nope. He's on some space station. Hence why I'm not making empty threats))
[16-20:47] 1d581, *Assain: ((I thought I posed in my initial post that they were on a space station...*goes to check*))
[16-20:47] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Though.. question... did he get turned over before, or after, Rihani had to pause going to the rescue?))
[16-20:47] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((To where? OOC ofc.))
[16-20:48] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Like... was he already on the space station last evening? Or did he transfer last night?))
[16-20:49] 1d581, *Assain: ((Yeah, I did. In the post @ 23:00. "she should have known. Every time Tialos came baring gifts he always had some request of her in exchange. Not that she really minded. Her new Coruscant establishment was ready to begin marketing, so there really was no more reason for her to be there. Making her way down the halls of the 10/6: Weapons and Genetic Development space station she moves through a series of halls, the ship a veritable labyrinth inside, moving through doors, locking them, and moving down another series of halls
[16-20:49] 1d581, *Assain: "))
[16-20:49] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((After. Dont worry we've sorted it out with Rihani I think))
[16-20:49] 1d581, *Assain: ((*and boots Jaret in the head* No on likes a tattle tale))
[16-20:50] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Okay :D *almost feels like getting into a fight* Hmm...))
[16-20:50] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*Does too*))
[16-20:51] 1d581, *Assain: That's fine. Just be honest with me. That is all I really ask. *she folds her hands behind her back* You said your brother was killed maybe a week ago, yes?
[16-20:52] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((What do you think, Sileen? Could we stage a jailbreak? I'd certainly be interested in dabbling in the RP, at your permission, Assain.))
[16-20:52] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((You're captured, though :P I'm not))
[16-20:52] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((He's on a space station, otherwise I'd say "Yes! Charge!". They'd have to find him first))
[16-20:53] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((And figure out how to board... and how to get back off... and minkies...))
[16-20:53] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *he frowns, hating it being brought up * ... yes, about that. Killed by the three who have hired you.
[16-20:53] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Not a two person job. Unles you're reeeaaaally sneaky
[16-20:53] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ))
[16-20:54] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Just how many a person job is it?))
[16-20:54] 1d581, *Assain: ((L I'd be all for it. *hasn't fought under this handle in years. S* No worries, you'll deifnately get a chance to. We're not staying in space forever))
[16-20:54] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Depends on how you want to infiltrate))
[16-20:56] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((If you are taking a ship and blasting in... you need someone who rocks as a pilot to take out all the gun turrents and some jamming frequency to keep them from calling for help. Then you need to either make them surrender, or board. Though if you're boarding, that'll take more people then we can get. Another way is to sneak abord somehow, and hope they have a ship or something you can escape with))
[16-20:56] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Awww. You guys really DO love me *sniffle*))
[16-20:57] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((*rocks*))
[16-20:57] 1d581, *Assain: *she nods at this* I see...how did he die?
[16-20:57] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((*and rolls*))
[16-20:57] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((*all day long...sweet susie.*))
[16-20:57] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((cool. I found a way to make the text big enough for me to actually READ it))
[16-20:57] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Hah! Assuming you can even get out alive. You forgot of who are Assain's close allies. ))
[16-20:57] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((That too))
[16-20:57] 1d581, *Assain: ((Yeah but even if yuo got in navigating through the tunnels is a whole nother thing. Plus you'd need a kick ass hacker or a machine to hack the system to open the doors which are gel pad handprint/DNA locked))
[16-20:58] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: He was... I... I dont know... *he closes his eyes, the horrifying visage of his brother's cadaver coming into view.* I... I wasn't around when the morgue worker finished the investigation. They think he was dismembered.
[16-20:58] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Heh. I appreciate it guys, but maybe hold off on the rescue till we all have a chance to survive it ok? *L* there will be a chance I promise))
[16-20:58] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((*mutters against not being able to use darkside powers again* Could hire Mavei to help...))
[16-20:58] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((*mutters against not being able to use darkside powers again* Could hire Mavei to help...))
[16-20:58] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Or we could masquerade as a supply shuttle...is it a personal space station?))
[16-20:59] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Survive it!? US!? wtf..))
[16-20:59] 1d581, *Assain: ((Yeah, it's the mobile headquarters for Assain's business))
[16-20:59] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Oooor Sileen can mind trick them into doing it for them! Bwahaha! Or use that cute little smile of her's to charm them... none can resist the smile... Well.. err... if they are male... *scratches head*))
[16-21:00] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((*j/k, ofcourse*))
[16-21:00] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((*Could resist*))
[16-21:00] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((*is male*))
[16-21:00] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((*and so not gay...to clarify*))
[16-21:00] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((*gags Jaret* <.< >.>))
[16-21:01] 1d581, *Assain: *she quirks a brow at this, before closing her right hand into a fist again* I asked how he died, Mr. Aleen. Use your imagination, or should I help you to invision it? *her tone almost acidic*
[16-21:01] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((Pfft. Just a gelpad and a DNA encrypted doorway? Cakewalk. *Shifty eyes*))
[16-21:01] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Or Nyevin can simply feel around for their mines, flense their psyche into oblivion, and cackle maniacally as he uses their mortal husks to smash the keys to open the docking bay doors with their cracked skulls...))
[16-21:01] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Mines=minds.))
[16-21:02] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((And probably that should be psyches, too. *marks his sentence up with a red pen he stole from Ria*))
[16-21:02] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((..Um... I think Sileen would stop him from doing that *L* Better not take her if that's your plan))
[16-21:02] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *his body jerks again and he lets out a strangled cry, sobbing as he writehs * Gah... I... *he shudders* He was... strangled... I think... *Doesn't know about the missing brain))
[16-21:03] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Or just do it when she's not looking...))
[16-21:03] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((I'm going to have so much fun with all of you when this actually comes down to RPing. You all are going to be choking on your words, I assure you this. ))
[16-21:04] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Well that's the roleplaying fun of this. A light and dark Jedi won't make a particularly balanced team. They'll constantly be at odds with one another.))
[16-21:04] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Pfft. I'm just being silly in this corner))
[16-21:04] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((To late for that!!!))
[16-21:04] 1d581, *Assain: You [i]think[/i[? *her fist clentches even tighter*
[16-21:04] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*Chokes cackling*))
[16-21:05] 1d581, *Assain: You think? *her fist clentches even tighter*
[16-21:05] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((*L* That would be hilarious! We've got to do it now, Nyevin... troops are closing in.. and they are busily agrueing over how to take them out as they show up... So they both end up getting taken as the troops are ignored in favor of agrueing!))
[16-21:06] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *screams again, his back arching, head slamming back into the ground as his body convulses * I... I... Arrrgh! *he sobs in pain * No.. he was...
[16-21:06] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((I'm spent, goin' out. Later. ))
[16-21:06] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((LOL))
[16-21:07] 1d581, *Assain: ((LOL))
[16-21:07] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Teehee))
[16-21:07] 4029a, ºGM : *the segment of wall Jaret cut out falls inward toward the floor of the cabin, sure to crash and alert the entire camp that something is amiss in the Director's cabin. It seems to happen in slow motion for Jaret: the cut is finished, and he and jensalia reach in to grab it. With the very next moment, though, everything goes blinding white, and that is all Jaret knows. Later, minutes? Hours? Days? There is no way to tell. Jaret wakes up, half covered in mud and filth, bruised over most of his body. The sun is still down, though, and the moonlight dances silver across everything*
[16-21:08] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Nah. At that moment they agree to a temporary truce, kill everyone, then go back to arguing))
[16-21:09] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((''Let's sneak in and use our persuasivness to get into the cell'' ''Hell with that! Let's blow shit up and kill people for no reason'' ''FREEZE! Don't move!'' *Fifty guards surround them* ''All I'm saying is we don't NEED to do sensless violence. Peace is the way.'' ''Bullshit it is! Who cares how we do it, let's just kill people. You can fart in a can and stuff it on their head for all I care. Let's just kill them.'' *Guard* ''Uh...hello?...''))
[16-21:10] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *His eyes snap open, darting from left to right...what the hell just happened. There's no building infront of him anymore, wha? The hell is going on. He closes his eyes and tries to remember what happened but he just cant...he remembers cutting through the wall...and then nothing. He groans quietly as he stands looking around for Jenalia.*
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[16-21:10] 1d581, *Assain: *she releases the pressure on the ring, and allows him a few moments to compose his breath* Thank you. How long have you been a padawan?
[16-21:12] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *flops back, panting heavily, shivering* Uhm... Ten years, three months... *he responds, blinking the glaze away*
[16-21:13] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((*dies laughing at Maxwell* Whoever you are, I love you))
[16-21:14] 1d581, *Assain: ((LOL))
[16-21:15] 4029a, ºGM : *not only is there no building in front of him, there is no slave camp. It's not even as if he could recognize the terrain, being that he inserted at night, and from above, too. Everywhere he looks, there is wilderness. To the sotuh, though, there is a glow, instantly identifiable as a glow from a city. Crickets chirp in the darkness, and Jaret is alone*
[16-21:16] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((Sileen darling, it's Fred.))
[16-21:17] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : (( o/ *hugs Fred*))
[16-21:17] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((*lmao* valis. ))
[16-21:18] 1d581, *Assain: I see...And who is currently leading the new Republic's opperations?
[16-21:18] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((Fred, O.R., Valis, dumbass, it's all the same to me.))
[16-21:19] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Fred or Valis, as in it could be either? Or is OR an actual name? *Blink*))
[16-21:19] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Uhm... who IS leading the operations?))
[16-21:19] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((R!))
[16-21:20] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *gives the proper name. Not really unknown he's guessing*
[16-21:20] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *He stands up trying to recocgnise where he is. Of course nothing comes to him but he does see the glow of the city. Judging by the wilderness and the flora around he knows that he is somewhere north be it northeast or northwest of Coronet. First thing that comes to his mind is get to that city and try to find Jenalia. Stripping down quickly he goes into his pack pulling out his wilderness BDU's and paint. Immediatly begins to camo himself, lightening the sharp features of his face and darkneing the shadows ect. Once that is finished he starts to make his way slowly towards that light.*
[16-21:21] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((No, not R dearie, I'm O.R.))
[16-21:22] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((O.R!))
[16-21:22] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((Those are all names I go by, depending on where on PJJ you are.))
[16-21:22] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((RO?))
[16-21:23] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Kuma: What operations?))
[16-21:23] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Sileen, Mavei, Tika (kitty!), Renafel, Ariana, Delotha))
[16-21:23] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((R and are good friends. Both our names are Ryan. So he's R, and I'm O.R. Other Ryan. Aren't we clever. ))
[16-21:23] 1d581, *Assain: ((R plays here too?))
[16-21:23] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Raaave))
[16-21:24] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((Noooo. *Smack. Falls over.*))
[16-21:25] 1d581, *Assain: I see. How long have you been in contact with him?
[16-21:25] 1d581, *Assain: ((*shifty eyes...hides in Sileen's head*))
[16-21:25] 353aa, ºV : President Delaric is the NR President, a she ;)
[16-21:26] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: With... who? The Leader? *he pauses* I... I dont know what you mean...
[16-21:26] 26c84, *Maxwell Creed: ((R does not equal Rave either.))
[16-21:26] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Who RPs her?))
[16-21:26] 353aa, ºV : Rihani Ambrai is the leader of the Jedi Order.
[16-21:26] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((<.< >.>))
[16-21:27] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Enigma!))
[16-21:27] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Rave? Asheysky, if you unscramble his SN? same guy?))
[16-21:27] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((..Llaaaammaaaaa!!))
[16-21:27] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((They just say the Republic Operations))
[16-21:28] 1d581, *Assain: ((*changes that him to a her*)) *her left eye twitches slightly and she closes her hand into a fist again to activate the collar* I didn't stutter, Mr. Aleen. How long have you been in contact with President Delaric?
[16-21:29] 1d581, *Assain: ((*is a Ravee*))
[16-21:30] 4029a, ºGM : *the camouflage is applied. He rises and moves out, heading towards the beckoning lights of Coronet City. Something feels wrong though, as if the planet has been twisted in some way, broken...violated. Even without opening himself up the to the Force, he would be able to feel the pain of the planet. On he walks into the night. He soon realizes, though, that the light isn't getting any closer and that, probably, he is an extraordinarily long way from the city. The Force, they say, works in mysterious ways. And though he mayn't have use of it on this cursed planet, its hand still seems to guide his actions. Off in the distance, there is the pained wail of a speeder engine. To the east, and stationary*
[16-21:30] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *he screams at that as he writehs and snaps back and forth * I... I have never spoken to him!
[16-21:31] 1d581, *Assain: *she quirks her head slowly to side and applying more pressure around the ring* Why do you insist on lying to me, Mr. Aleen? Have I not been straightforward with you? Have I not fullfilled every promise I've made to you?
[16-21:32] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *groans again, shuddering as he rolsl to his stomach, quivering like jelly * I have never spoken to him... I swear... really!
[16-21:35] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *The sound of the speeder catches his ears and he pushes the thoughts of how wierd things felt. Setting down his pack he pulls out a set of microbinoculars and shouldering the pack of again coming to a slight ridge overlooking wherever the speeder is coming from. Bringing the microbinoculars to his eyes. A slight whirr as they adjust to night vision then zoom in on this speeder.*
[16-21:36] 1d581, *Assain: You are truely disgusting, Mr. Aleen. *she releases the pressure on the ring long enough to remove the leather glove, using the tip of her pinky nail to open the "jewel" hatch on the device, before she slips her nail into the sliver opening and twists it, sort of like a key, activating a steady stream of pulsating energy to flow through him, the ring still pressure sensative, though now the pressure will just increase the constant jolt of energy even more*
[16-21:37] 4029a, ºGM : *a few kilometers away, no more than five, several speeder bikes are positioned around a rather indescript cabin. There is sparse tree cover around the building. One by one, the bikes shut off and their riders enter the building*
[16-21:40] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *flops, panting heavily, body aching now, bruised in places, blood stains faint on his outfit. * N... no mo-*he cuts off again as his body continues to convulse, limbs slamming against the floor uncontrollably with each spasm from the energy*
[16-21:42] 1d581, *Assain: *she watches him flop, seeming to grow even more irritated by his lack of control over his body, though surely he has no control over this. Sighs softly and massages her brow for a moment* I'm getting very tired of your boorish attitude.
[16-21:43] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *Putting the microbinoculars onto his belt, he reaches up scratching his forhead and looks behind him. Then slowly starts to make his way down the ledge and towards the speeder bikes. Reaching into his pack pulling out the modified E-11 Blaster Rifle. He's needing to get his hands on one of those speeder bikes.*
[16-21:45] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *boesnt' reply beyond his sobs, body still twisting witch each pulse of energy through the spine*
[16-21:47] 4029a, ºGM : *the ledge slowly gives way to an extremely open highland area which offers little to no cover for the two or three kilometers until trees actually start growing. The night is black and, in a moment, becomes even blacker as a cloud moves through the sky, temporarily blocking out the moonlight*
[16-21:49] 1d581, *Assain: *she watches him for several moments, before she would again slip her nail into the key area, turning off the constant stream, and closes the jewel hatch again, pulling at the fingers of her other glove, placing both in the pocket of the leather frock style jacket.* I will find out from you one way or another, Mr. Aleen. It is your choice through what means I find out the nature of your relationship with the President. *she moves closer to the door, looking down at him*
[16-21:50] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *shudders, hair damp with sweat now, still facedown, his lip bleeding a little bit. He turns, staring up at her and merely whimpers, his eyes narrow, not in anger, but in tensing, ready...*
[16-21:52] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *He uses this darkness for his advantage and charges into the feild toward the otherside of it, and the cover of tree's. Granted the terrain around northern corellia is rather hilly so there would be plenty of culverts and nooks and crannies to hide behind. Taking a moment to drop behind a pile of rocks he pulls the microbinocs from his belt and brings them to his eyes once again scanning the area between him and the treeline.*
[16-21:54] 65ff5, *E : :o Delaric's still the President?
[16-21:55] 4029a, ºMazzik : *spears E* HEY THERE.
[16-21:55] 353aa, ºV : yeah <3
[16-21:56] 65ff5, *E : Last I heard, she was getting knocked off and somebody else was taking over :D *speared* HI MAZZ
[16-21:57] 4029a, ºGM : *the cover of darkness was kind to Jaret -- it allowed him to cover almost the entire distance. As the clouds slide away and reveal the silver disc of the moon, he sees only a kilometer more is left to cover between here and the trees and, after that, it looks to be less than a kilometer to the cabin. Things are good for our Jedi hero*
[16-21:57] 353aa, ºV : We <3 you as Delaric
[16-21:57] 4029a, ºMazzik : Delaric can't not be the President.
[16-21:57] 4029a, ºMazzik : Shane would be :(:(:(:(:(:(:(
[16-21:57] 1d581, *Assain: *and as soon as he looks up at her, she locks her left eye on his, holding his gaze. Once the connection is established she focuses on maintaining the connection through the Force, probbing about in his mind for a moment before dragging up a visualization of her own to project into his mind, a child, maybe 6 years old, crying in a cage, holding something in her hands,her back towards Aleen now* Answer me, Mr. Aleen.
[16-21:57] 65ff5, *E : shiiiiiiit
[16-21:58] 65ff5, *E : ...I mean...awww, thanks :D <3
[16-21:58] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((woah. not sure what happened there))
[16-21:59] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *shudders at this, forcing his eyes away again, fighting off her, trying to block it in * I told you... I've never MET the president... I'm just a Padawan...
[16-21:59] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Where?))
[16-21:59] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *The Luck of the Corsini though has that everything is going right...he attempts to run and thats when a Nekressis patrol happens to roll out into the feild spotting him. So slowly, painstakingly slow as he makes his way across the feild. Staying low to the ground using the hills, rocks, shrubs everything he can to cover his ass until he gets to the treeline.*
[16-22:01] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((My pose jumped, then dissapeared, and doubled))
[16-22:02] 4029a, ºGM : *he makes it to the treeline without further incident. The black deepens as, again, a cloud moves in front of the moon. The cabin is less than a kilometer away*
[16-22:03] 4029a, ºMazzik : E needs to IM me.
[16-22:04] 1d581, *Assain: *she quirks her head to the side, maintaining the connection, her eye following his as he turns away, the visualization pressing on, almost like a dream. When the girls finally turns around, her lips have been slip at the sides in a perminante grotesque grin, almost like a jester's smile, her stomach having been split open as well, her organs spilled out into her hand as she tries to ftuilly stuff them back into her body, trying to pinch her skin together to keep them from falling out again* Liar. *all but hisses this word, seizing his mind and attempting to apply pressure on his heart, gripping it*
[16-22:05] 65ff5, *E : E can do that, if E's Triassic-era IM will function...uno momento
[16-22:05] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *Moving slowly onto the property of the cabine he comes slinking around the side of it towards one of the speeder bikes, trying to slide his hand down into the engine to pull out an electrical line going from the powercells to the engine then slowly moving over to the one next to it to do the same thing.*
[16-22:06] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *groans, his heart starting to thump harder, strained and he grits his teeth, trying to force her grip off. * Stop... Please... I'm not lyuing... *he shudders at the dream*
[16-22:06] 1d581, *Assain: ((*shakes head at shameless typos*))
[16-22:07] 4029a, ºMazzik : Actually, I'll bb in 10.
[16-22:07] 4029a, ºMazzik : IM me then
[16-22:07] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((bb when the mazz is bb))
[16-22:07] 65ff5, *E : aighty ^_^
[16-22:08] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ()(Sorry))
[16-22:08] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((the compute rlags perioditcally, not on the net but the system, so makes the letters jump))
[16-22:10] 1d581, *Assain: *the dream hopefully having gotten his adrenaline up, her grip on his heart increases as though she were trying to stop it from beating so hard, the little girl looking up and over at Kuma, then down at her stomach as she fumbles to put her organs back inside her body* Do I have to break you before you'll believe me when I say I hate being lied to?
[16-22:11] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *he shakes his head, clutching it tightly with his fingers, nails digging into his scalp as he shudders, sobbing * I'm not LYING! *he shouts this time* I swear, I'm not... * he gasps, starting to go pale as his circulation is disrupting, vision starting to fade...*(
[16-22:17] 1d581, *Assain: *she pulls back from him completely and suddenly, looking away for a moment, blinking several times to clear her own throughts of the vision before she looks back to Kuma, moving closer to the glass door and quirking her head to the side slightly , looking down at him* You must take me for a fool to maintain such artifical ignorance. A masochist surely. You enjoy this, hmm?
[16-22:19] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *pants there, his vision still fuzzy as his heart starts to beat properly again, in a cold sweat now, limbs tingling from blood loss * I... Am hnot... enjoying this... *he rasps* I... Swear... by the force... I have never... met.. the president.
[16-22:20] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: You know I am telling the truth... I know you can... tell..
[16-22:23] 1d581, *Assain: Which is how I know you're lying. I saw it in your mind, your missions. *hisses slightly and again clentches her hand into a fist to activate the collar, not giving him but a few moments of reprieve from the other assault* I want to hear it from your lips what your involvement was
[16-22:27] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *jumps again at this, body spasming on the ground. He shudders again, eyes half lidded, body limp* I... I... *he coughs* No... I AM telling the truth... really... I never have been on a mission.
[16-22:31] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *Making his way to all four of the five speeder bikes and he's disabled them all. The fifth speeder bike he throws his leg over, looking once last time at the cabine and prepares to start the bike and roar off towards the city.*
[16-22:34] 1d581, *Assain: *she sighs in mock sympathy, her left hand touching her brow before she places her left hand to the gel pad and enters in the code to open the door, keeping a pressure on the right however, tightening her fist to increase the charge as she strides in, her heels clicking against the floor* I really was hoping you would be civil, Mr. Aleen. But your rudness leaves me no choice. And if I kill you then I won't be paid, so I'm afraid you leave me with no choice but to hurt you. *her nails dig into her palm, her fist is clentched so hard now, wanting to hear him scream, as the glass muffled the sound considerably*
[16-22:35] 4029a, ºGM : *Jaret swings his leg over the speeder bike, and the door to the cabin opens. "'ey," comes a voice. "'o's there?" The voice sputter. "e's bleedin' stealin' yo'r bike, Aimsey!"*
[16-22:36] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *And PAUSE.*
[16-22:37] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *shudders, then groans, then starts to scream once more as the pain increases horribly, his mind going white from the pain, no thoughts at all... just agony, and more agony, his tearless eyes closed hard enough to almost force blood from them, clawed hands slamming into the metal floor as his body bucks from the electrical shocks*
[16-22:41] 1d581, *Assain: *she reaches down with her left hand and takes him by the throat, just above the collar and below his jaw, her leather garments creaking slightly as she stands, lifting him with her, her nails brushing against his skin but not yet cutting in, her grip firm enough to hold him but not enough to choke off his scream entirely, her left eye reflecting a breed of hate that has been well nutured for a very long time, the emotion raw and pure* You must be really enjoying this, Mr. Aleen. The sound of your own screams must please you beyond all measure.
[16-22:49] JOIN: Kuma Aleen has entered.
[16-22:50] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *he screams again, twitching and writhing like a fish out of water from her hand, working to inhale as he opens an eye, staring at her in horror, before the pain overtakes that moment of conciousness and he falls into the agony, beginning to reach his concious limit*
[16-22:53] 1d581, *Assain: *she draws her breath into a sharp hiss before turning and slamming him hard against the wall opposite his bed, blood beginning to drip from her hand where her nails were digging into her palm* What were your missions?!
[16-22:56] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *his head snaps back, slamming into the wall and his eyes close a moment, a grimace of pain visible on him as he rasps out weakly* I.. I never had any... please... you have to beleive me... I have not had any...
[16-22:57] JOIN: Traci has entered.
[16-22:59] d9b45, 'Traci: god I'm bored
[16-23:00] 1d581, *Assain: Believe you? *she seems offended by this, that hate in her eye almost seeming to radiate from her body, her hand at his throat tightening again* Why should we believe you, Mr. Aleen? You have never given me anything but lies and disdain! If you are in pain, Mr. Aleen, it is because you have left us no choice! *she slams him against the wall now. If she had noticed the fact that she was referring to herself in plural form, she doesn't acknowledge it* Did I not clean you up after you defiled yourself? Offered your food?
[16-23:02] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *his head rocks back again, body shuddering now, completely taught from the pain going through it, nearly unconcious... in fact, mostly unconcious, his body writhign slowly, only gurgling sounds coming from him*
[16-23:05] 1d581, *Assain: *she drops her head back for a moment, releasing a sigh before she slowly uncurls the pressure on the ring, though doesn't relax her hand completely as she carries him by his neck out of the cage, moving over to where the modified Iron Maiden lays. All but throws him down into the device before she adjusts him so that his arms are up above his head, and activates the horizontal energy bars manually on the keypad on the side of the device*
[16-23:05] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Why am I listening to the Jay Z/Linkin Park cd.. ? ))
[16-23:05] d9b45, 'Traci: don't ask me o.o
[16-23:05] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Because you're a goofball))
[16-23:09] d9b45, 'Traci: *makes a christmassy ooc profile ^_^*
[16-23:09] 1d581, *Assain: ((Or you're just insane. *rocks out to sezzy German voices*))
[16-23:09] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *is somewhat dazed at this point, and doesnt' struggle. He tenses, hearing the electricity and his brown eyes open, half dazedly looking out *Wh... what is this... * he lays still for now, hands over his head, in a 'surrendure' pose
[16-23:10] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *"]
[16-23:10] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Yeah.. fuck this. *Flicks on his mixed cd of Bile, NIN, Nocturne, KFMDM, etc. *))
[16-23:13] d9b45, 'Traci: mmm bile o_O
[16-23:14] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((I saw them and Nocturne live at this local industrial club here. ))
[16-23:16] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((rawked. ))
[16-23:16] 1d581, *Assain: This is your new bed. Seeing as you seem incapable of accepting what comforts I have offered you, I fashioned this for you. *she moves towards the head and begins to pick up the modified iron maiden, this seemingly effortless on her part. Definately stronger then she looked, taking a moment to pop her neck once the maiden was standing on its base*
[16-23:18] JOIN: D has entered.
[16-23:19] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *is stood upright in this, and stares at the bars. He wriggles, leaning against one side, then the other, testing the fit as he stares at her * No... you can't leave me in here... * he states, trembling alread, arms wavering, and he braces them against the sides*
[16-23:22] 1d581, *Assain: Can't I? And why not? You have thrown every courtosey I have given you back in my face and smirked. You have lied to me, yelled at me, by rights I should cut out your lying tongue, but I'm hoping that by giving you what you want you will learn some civility towards me. *and she then moves away, getting a dolly looking cart, and wiggling the maiden onto it before she tilts the dolly back, careful not to drop it, and she wheels Kuma back into his cell area.* Is this proper enough for you? Are you happy now?
[16-23:25] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *trembles a little bit, sweat beading on his forehead as he fights to keep from falling forwards agianst the bars, his balance very precarious, feet right next to each other, bare in the cold metal shell. * I can't stand like this... I'm too tired... *he states, voice shaky*
[16-23:27] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *leans against the back for releif*
[16-23:29] 1d581, *Assain: You should have thought of that before you decided to be a prick. *this said simply wheeling him into the room and putting him as close to the wall as she can before wiggling the dolly out from under him, setting it off to the side as she moves to the side of the maiden and enters in a code on the keypad that will activate the back of the maiden. At the top of his spine, the joint where his shoulders connect, three locations down his spine, one at the back of each knee, and then one at the back of each Achilles heels Kuma would recieve a jolt of electricity just as strong as the current of the bars*
[16-23:30] JOIN: Zarrin Kedar has entered.
[16-23:31] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *jumps at this, violently and his body slams into the coffin - I hope its not able to fall over, otheriwse KUmais going to REALLY hurt and screams again as he touches the front bars, rocking back again, receiving more pain... after several minutes of this, he manages to stand completely still, trembling softly*
[16-23:34] 1d581, *Assain: *no, the base was wide enough so that he could struggle all he liked and it wouldn't fall over. She sighs audiably and leans her head against the side of the maiden, closing her eyes for a moment before openining them* Perhaps...this will inspire you to be courteous...at least for you sake, I hope it will. Remember, Mr. Aleen. This is still only the beginning. The more you lie to me, the more I will make you suffer for it, till stars burn out
[16-23:36] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *his hollow voice trembles from inside as he state * I... i have not lied to you... the... Force... should tell you that * as he starts to recover.*
[16-23:36] 109b6, *Zarrin Kedar: (*Loves Assain.*)
[16-23:37] d9b45, 'Traci: MOTH!!!!
[16-23:39] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((*notes the Iron Maiden was HER idea ~.^))
[16-23:40] 1d581, *Assain: And so it has, Mr. Aleen. I have seen the truth in you, which is why it pains me to do this to you. This could all be over so easily if you would just be honest with me. I didn't think I was asking that much, but apparently it is too much for you. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr. Aleen. Perhaps tomorrow night you will answer me. *and with that, she begins to move out of the cage, rolling the dolly with her. She pauses by the keypad and enters in the code to close the door again*
[16-23:41] 109b6, *Zarrin Kedar: (*Has been found out - runs away!*)
[16-23:41] 1d581, *Assain: ((*giggle/blush* Aww))
[16-23:42] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *sobs as he's left standing there, unable to move more than half an inch in any direction. He shakes, wobbles, and yelps as he brushes one of the electircal spots. Wobbling again, he only regains his stature a few seconds, before leaning again, and thus, in a dark room alone, he is left, forced to stand there, arms already aaching and burning from being held upright, exhaustion setting in, the young Jedi working to keep from touchign those pain filled white bars*
[16-23:42] d9b45, 'Traci: *tackle da mothy* YAY!!!
[16-23:44] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *fade*
[16-23:47] d9b45, 'Traci: wahh!
[16-23:47] d9b45, 'Traci: I messed up mah profile *sniffles*
[16-23:48] 109b6, *Zarrin Kedar: (I don't see what's wrong with it.)
[16-23:49] 1d581, *Assain: ((*yay for pain!*))
[16-23:50] d9b45, 'Traci: no not the one here
[16-23:50] d9b45, 'Traci: the one I was working on >.<
[16-23:58] e67ca, *Veronica : *Much like back home, she has a balcony jutting from her personal suite in Black Sun's Coruscant headquarters. This one, however, is about a good hundred stories higher, with a rather different view. Sips from a sender champagne flute as her eyes roam over the city planet.*
[16-23:58] 1d581, *Cassius: ((*should really be cameoed...* or should sleep))
[16-23:59] 1d581, *Cassius : ((*kicks up icon*))
[17-00:01] 1d581, *Cassius : ((*slinks off to bed*))
[17-00:03] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : *Appears at the mouth of the balcony, remaining silent for a long moment as her gaze traces over the endless skyline. Eyes narrow slightly, though in more of a thoughtful way than a displeased one.* You know, if I actually stopped to think about the extremeness of it all, I think I'd short out a synapse or two.
[17-00:08] e67ca, *Veronica : I'm all about extremes, if you haven't guessed. *Turns away from the balcony, which is, incidentally, enclosed, as the wind would be rather annoying all the way up as high as they are. Gives Sierra a smile. A genuine one, the kind very few see from her.*
[17-00:12] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : *looks a bit shocked* No, I hadn't noticed at all. Huh...the things you learn. *the shock slides away, replaced with a light, open smile...which is likewise a rarity. Saunters out onto the balcony.* If I had to guess, though, I'd say you'd probably go for this extreme much more than, say, a Tatooine kind of extreme.
[17-00:14] e67ca, *Veronica : You'd think so. *Leans back, one arm wrapping loosely around her waist while the other brings her drink to her lips.* I hated Tatooine at first. Just despised it. But Black Sun had dug itself into a hole and just wasn't the name it once was. And when you're getting the shit end of the stick in the underworld, you take your headquarters where you can get it. But I've become surprisingly endeared to it over the years.
[17-00:15] d9b45, 'Traci: profile test!!!!
[17-00:18] d9b45, 'Traci: Nevermind!!!
[17-00:19] d9b45, 'Traci: Now test!!! *lmao*
[17-00:21] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : ((*kicks Opera*)) *tilts her head, absently brushing her knuckles against the transparisteel* So why pick up and leave, then? Especially if everything was so entrenched there, after so long...
[17-00:22] 4029a, *Shane Coltar : *paces around the Requiem, making sure the Camelot crew has outfitted her to his specifications. His boots fall heavily on the durasteel deckplating while his ice-blue eyes look over the hull. Everything seemed to be in place. Cluster missile launchers, proton torpedo tubes, and even the prototype slugthrower turret. Communications arrays flared from the sides of the ship, making it look like an enraged porcupine* You, my friend, are the best looking coffin I've ever seen.
[17-00:23] d9b45, 'Traci: *points to shane* hey...those words are in mah profile
[17-00:26] 4029a, *Shane Coltar : OOC: I had them first. :P
[17-00:27] d9b45, 'Traci: lol yeah I just threw this up five minutes ago >.<
[17-00:28] e67ca, *Veronica : It's not like I'm dropping a thermal detonator down the garbage chute of the Tatooine palace... *Dryly.* I just think that in the current climate of the galaxy it won't hurt to be somewhere where we stick out a little less. I'm not interested in being caught in some force user witch hunt.
[17-00:29] d9b45, 'Traci: hmm
[17-00:29] d9b45, 'Traci: ok I'm done for the night *falls over*
[17-00:30] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : Understandable. It's also nice to be a little further from the front lines. *leans against...something. A railing-like object if there is one, if not, the transparisteel.* Yeeeeah, the whole semi-sort-of protection from that has apparently gone south...Dalris, isn't that his name? Now that he's...not what he was.
[17-00:31] JOIN: Jason Blade has entered.
[17-00:32] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (where is the usual 'hang out' in the room? o.o)
[17-00:32] 862b2, *Jason Blade: ((The Camelot or the Cantina))
[17-00:33] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (okie dokie ^_^)
[17-00:33] 862b2, *Jason Blade : (*kicks up Icon.*)
[17-00:33] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (and what are they, bars, clubs, pubs? o.o *is like, half asleep right now*)
[17-00:33] 4029a, *Shane Coltar : OOC: The Camelot or the Cantina. Unless you're a Jedi. Then you're on Corusant.
[17-00:34] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (tankies sir Coltar ^_^)
[17-00:35] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : ((Or unless you're Black Sun, in which case there's a good chance you're on Coruscant too :D ))
[17-00:35] 862b2, *Jason Blade : ((Hey, I'm a jedi commando... so.. Camelot for me.))
[17-00:35] 353aa, *The Ruling Council : *Never move*
[17-00:37] 862b2, *Jason Blade : ((now, is there anyone on the Camelot?))
[17-00:37] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (Trying to figure that out Jason o.o)
[17-00:37] 4029a, *Shane Coltar : OOC: Shane never leaves the Camelot. Unless he's going to get a boot-call.
[17-00:37] 4029a, *Shane Coltar : OOC: I mean. Unless he's conferring with Admiral Kalle.
[17-00:38] 5c33a, *Veronica : He may end up as one of my few mistakes and turn out to be far more of a liability than a help. But we'll have to see about that. So far, I've been lucky enough. And I hate to suggest anything is ever 'luck' per se, but in this case it is.
[17-00:39] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (camelot for me too >.>)
[17-00:40] 862b2, *Jason Blade : **Well, for RP sake, Jason is in the common lounge at the moment. Wearing his normal jedi robes. Lightsabre at his side. Drink in hand. And a devilish smile on his face. Eyes stairing out the view port.*
[17-00:41] 353aa, *Dalris : *Escaped the Black Sun Tatooine Compound :o*
[17-00:41] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : Should we start gradually cutting him loose? And by "we" I mean everybody else but me since I'm not an official part of "we." But as you say...you're pretty much rolling in luck. So ditching him might not be necessary in the slightest.
[17-00:42] 65ff5, *Black Sun Lackey : *could track down Dalrisss, yesssss*
[17-00:43] JOIN: Jaret Snomel has entered.
[17-00:43] 5c33a, *Veronica : ((Escaped? No one was keeping you in it. With how fed up Veronica was, people were probably nudging Dalris in the direction of the exits.))
[17-00:44] 353aa, *Dalris : *sssshhhhh. likes to think he escaped.*
[17-00:44] 353aa, *Dalris : *Was moaning at Veronica every day*
[17-00:45] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : ::She had been wandering the main floor of the warship for quite some time now, unable to give into the exhaustion that tugged at her eyelids, far too concerned with the small being she was in charge of. She paused near the entrance to the lounge, staring inwards for a moment she wearing her common clothes that she wore under the flight suite-a white shirt and black loose fitted pants. She watched Jason for a fraction of a second, her aura would seem troubled, restless, but mostly worried of what would happen once the attack was launched on Corellia. What would happen to her precious adopted child? Who would care for him? So many questions flooding her mind at once, t’was no wonder she couldn’t sleep::
[17-00:45] 5c33a, *Veronica : You're a pretty official part of "we" as far as I'm concerned. Unless you yourself don't want to be. *Takes another sip of her drink.* He's pretty much been cut loose. Back on Tatooine, doing gods know what. Probably walking up to pretty girls and telling them he'd like to suck their soul.
[17-00:46] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (color test)
[17-00:46] 353aa, *Dalris : *Has been discrete about that recently. Decided it was abit too risky.*
[17-00:46] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (test)
[17-00:47] 4029a, *Shane Coltar : *moving up and into the ship, he makes sure that the programs have been loaded into the various flight computers correctly: emitters have been added to the side of his ship, so that the Requiem is constantly appearing as if it is about to enter hyperspace. The ship's mainframe has had seventeen different transponder codes and ID's; it is, apparently, everything from an A-Wing to a Super-class Star Destroyer. Along the side of the ship are racks of chaff cannisters and flares, hundreds of each, ready to be dropped at the tap of a button. The reactor core meltdown and overload shutdown sequences have been removed. The engines have been tweaked to operate at well past safe thrust volumes. All in all, it appears to be very much what it is: a ship that is only making a one way trip*
[17-00:47] JOIN: Falcon24 has entered.
[17-00:48] JOIN: Falcon24 has entered.
[17-00:48] ca80a, *Falcon24: hay 8-)
[17-00:48] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : FALCON!!!!!
[17-00:48] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : ()
[17-00:48] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (*tackle!*)
[17-00:49] 862b2, *Jason Blade : *He turned his head slightly, looking at Sitara for a moment before standing and motioning her to come over to his table. He smiled slighlty, but that hard visage of a trained Jedi came back. Yes, that was all he knew for the most of hsi life.. Being a jedi. But now he was a Jedi Commando. He had sensed her troubled aura as he waved to her, seating himself again and watching her.*
[17-00:49] ca80a, *Falcon24: uh
[17-00:50] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : There's a pick-up line you don't hear everyday. He might get points for uniqueness. *a slight smile turns up her lips* No, no...I want to be an official part of "we." I have for awhile. Can't think of much else I'd rather be an official part of...though that troupe of tightrope walkers that do tricks between skyscrapers is mighty tempting, too.
[17-00:50] MSG: Sitara Galiena sent a message to Falcon24.
[17-00:50] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : ((hiya Birdie :D))
[17-00:51] ca80a, *Falcon24: oh hi
[17-00:52] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : Tweet tweet
[17-00:52] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : ::She blinks at his summoning, rather startled by the action from the higher ranking jedi, though doesn’t cause him to wait as she moves further into the lounge seating herself across from him:: Good evening Sir. ::She says simply, straightening in her seat to appear more professional, though she would indeed much rather slouch while propping her leg up onto the table::
[17-00:54] ca80a, *Falcon24: *bites of Ronnie's finger and falls into the fires of mount doom*
[17-00:54] ca80a, *Falcon24: Ahem. Off, even.
[17-00:54] 862b2, *Jason Blade : *He smiled slightly, looking at her.* You don't have to call me sir. Jason is fine. And relax slightly. *he raised the glass slightly, taking a drink from it.* Care for a drink? *yeah, he really didn't talk to to many people onboard the ship. But he was willing to talk to her tonight.* Tell me, what troubles you?
[17-00:54] 5c33a, *Veronica : ((Could I have said 'pretty' more times in that last post? Jesus. *loses finger. Dang*))
[17-00:55] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *He looks back at the guy in the doorway then flicks the speeder bike on and roars off into the darkness. Glancing back behind a split second then looking forward again to make sure he dosent go right into a tree.*
[17-00:56] 5c33a, *Veronica : Far be it from me to stand in the way of your dream. But if you find that you're unable to realize your life's ambition to make a pittance while trembling in mid-air between buildings, there's a spot waiting for you here. Not as glamorous a life, but all I can offer.
[17-00:57] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : ::She shakes her head at the drink being offered, though does slouch in her seat a bit, attempting to feel more at ease with him, though it doesn’t prove to be easy in the least.:: Its nothing…I shouldn’t bother you with my problems…::She says rather quietly, though she knew that hiding her fears and doubts from him was useless, but being human she couldn’t help it::
[17-00:59] 4029a, ºGM : *onward into the night our hero raced, distance and the noise from the engine quickly drowning out the yells and complaints from the men left back at the cabin. What were they having a meeting about? We'll never know. The night stayed dark, though a corona of light was rising of from the far horizon, intermingling with the lights from Coronet City and creating a seemingly new colour*
[17-00:59] ca80a, *Falcon24: so sup my homies
[17-01:00] 862b2, *Jason Blade : *He smiled slighlty, lifting the drink and downing the last of it. Setting the empty cup on the table.* I would not be bothered by your problems. If anything, I might be able to assist you.
[17-01:00] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : I can handle a reduction in glamor. *nods* I think tightrope walking will just be relegated to the position of that job that you always kinda look at wistfully, fondly, thinking of what might have been while you settled down into a more average, safe job...like being part of a galaxy-wide criminal organization.
[17-01:01] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : ((settle))
[17-01:02] 5c33a, *Veronica : A galaxy-wide criminal orginization? *Puts on an offended look.* The galaxy-wide criminal organization.
[17-01:03] ca80a, *Falcon24: psst im boning the head of black sun 8-)
[17-01:04] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *He goes right over the river north of the city and stops. A small basin is a perfect spot to hide his speeder bike. Getting off he reaches back into his pack and pulls his poncho out lying it across the speeder bike to hopefully hide it in the night. He'll go on foot from here.*
[17-01:05] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : (( :o )) *smacks her palm to her forehead* Sorry...sorry! I'm still learning, you know.
[17-01:06] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : ::She glances down towards the table’s surface for a slight second before lifting her gaze towards him once more:: Well, its simply that…I’m worried about Adephi. What if I something happens, and I don’t make it back from the mission…what will happen to him? ::She hated to admit how attached she had become to the child, but no matter what she tried, she had bonded::
[17-01:06] e67ca, *Veronica : ((Tsk. You wish.))
[17-01:06] ca80a, *Falcon24: It can be arranged.
[17-01:07] e67ca, *Veronica : ((And if you are boning me, seriously, put your back into it, cos I'm getting nothing here.))
[17-01:07] ca80a, *Falcon24: You know you want to, Ronnie. I can give you pleasures that Mazzik never could.
[17-01:08] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (hahaha)
[17-01:08] e67ca, *Veronica : ((Never could is right, cos he never had an opportunity either!))
[17-01:09] 862b2, *Jason Blade : *he pondered for a moment.* You could always make plans for a friend who isn't involved in this war to take him if you don't return. But, I have faith in our skills, and that you and I shall return alive. Maybe a little worse from the wear, but it will happen. *he smiled, trying ot reasure her.* Another thing that I should mention to you. Do not let your feelings for this child to effect your judgement in battle.
[17-01:09] ca80a, *Falcon24: Actually I don't think it's very good of me to be a-flirtin' like this no more, on account of i'm spoken for. :(
[17-01:09] e67ca, *Veronica : ((You've got an awfully possessive right hand, then.))
[17-01:10] ca80a, *Falcon24: What! No, I have a girlfriend now, seriously.
[17-01:10] 4029a, ºGM : *Jaret approaches Coronet City, and the ruin is so much more apparent. From the heart of the Corellian capital rises a massive black spire, reaching up into the sky as if to pull down the stars. All around the city (and especially on the perimeter) other, smaller spires reach up, simply doppelgangers of the absolutely behemoth tower that now dominates everything in the capital. Everything is ruin. Buildings pulse and glow with an eerie green light and, coming from deep within the city, chitters ride softly on the crisp dawn air. Jaret stands at the gates of the enemy, alone and ludicrously outnumbered -- but who is to put a limit on the will of a Jedi?*
[17-01:10] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (I feel sorry for her o.o)
[17-01:11] ca80a, *Falcon24: Eat me.
[17-01:11] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (no thanks, I like edible things >.<)
[17-01:11] e67ca, *Veronica : That's all right. I won't fire or kill anyone for that. Not on the first offense, anyway. *Glances down into her glass, swirling what's left inside around a few times before finishing it. Turns to Sierra, slightly more serious now.* Joking aside, I'm sure you know it's a fairly serious bit of business to get mixed up in. But it warms my jaded and manipulative heart to hear that you've an interest in it all. Makes me think that maybe I haven't been completely off base thinking I've provided you with something.
[17-01:12] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : ::She bites her lip, quickly turning her gaze away, staring outwards. She knew this subject would come up sooner or later, and she had avoided it as long as possible-until now.:: I’m afraid I cannot guarantee that, Sir…I…::She trails off, knowing that saying anything more would simply anger him, and if not than she didn’t wish to find out::
[17-01:12] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (damn, no matter how hard I try I can't find a decent color)
[17-01:13] ca80a, *Falcon24: That's not even a decent comeback! It's not really insulting, or anything.
[17-01:13] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (yeah I know...I'm too tired to come up with a good one..)
[17-01:13] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (test)
[17-01:13] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (yay for me!)
[17-01:13] 862b2, *Jason Blade : *actually, that didn't anger him.. he kept a cool head almost all the time.* What's your name?
[17-01:14] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *He waits a long moment looking at the city then back towards the direction of the place he stole the swoop bike from...something just. Something about them. He dosent have time for this though, looking around he grabs one of the many small pebbles at his feet and moves to his right several yards actually and throws it at one of the black orbs to know what they are.*
[17-01:15] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : ::Slowly she returns her gaze to him, those deep brown eyes seeming to stare down into the depths of his soul:: Galiena, Sitara Galiena…
[17-01:15] 4029a, ºGM : *the pebble bounces harmlessly off. Minutes pass, and nothing happens. Ever so slowly, sunlight is creeping over the horizon*
[17-01:16] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *He needs to get into that city before dawn, taking an opportunity he draws his lightsaber keeping it unlight and makes a run for a ruined building with a hole in the wall, just big enough for him to see into and dive in.*
[17-01:17] 862b2, *Jason Blade : *As they meet eyes, his gaze as intense as hers.* Sitara Galiena. A pleasure to meet you. Where have you trained? *wanting to clear up a few things before he continued with the other, larger conversation.*
[17-01:18] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : (shit..I never got that far in her history _ I dunno where she trained...*is so sw illiterate it isn't even funny*)
[17-01:18] 4029a, ºGM : *Jaret dives through the hole, hitting something it mid-air, stopping his flight abruptly and crashing him to the ground*
[17-01:18] JOIN: Jair Karredo has entered.
[17-01:18] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : *smiles, eyes softening a bit from their normal cold insolence...genuine warmth and gratitude visible within them* You have, Veronica...you've given me more than anybody ever has. More than, for most of my life, I ever expected I could have. Once I got over that whole hating-you thing... *laughs softly, the sound not without a note of bitterness* I sure backed the wrong horse for a long-ass time.
[17-01:19] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *He blinks and puts his hand out to feel whatever it was that he hit.*
[17-01:20] MSG: Sitara Galiena sent a message to Jair Karredo.
[17-01:21] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : ::She shuts her eyes to avoid his stern gaze:: Forgive me Sir, but I don’t wish to talk about my past…
[17-01:22] 4029a, ºGM : *his hand latches onto a thin, chitinous limb. There is a skittering sound on the stone floor of the building, before something chitters at Jaret*
[17-01:22] 862b2, *Jason Blade : Well, I am unable to assist you with your dillema if I do not know where you have trained soldier. *okay, comming across as his badass commando self again.*
[17-01:22] ca80a, *Falcon24: Okay then.
[17-01:23] 4029a, ºMazzik : web buddy i am sry
[17-01:23] ca80a, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : *SUMMONS AILIS AND PROJECT 13, MAKES THEM FIGHT TO THE DEATH WITH KATANAS AND NO FORCE POWERS*
[17-01:24] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Mow?))
[17-01:25] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : ::She slowly stands from the chair, pushing it away from her in the process:: That is quite alright…I didn’t ask for your assistance anyhow… ::With having said that, she slowly begins to turn around, that rebellious attitude slowly creeping back to the surface::
[17-01:25] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : *Simulator Complex C on board the Camelot has been getting alot of work lately, and it's not getting a break tonight either, as Jair is there, having just finished a session in an X-Wing, he's decked out in typical flight gear, and looking covered in sweat, and clearly just making some adjustments on his Datapad before about to jump into the Simulator and go at it again*
[17-01:26] JOIN: Adephi has entered.
[17-01:26] 862b2, *Jason Blade : Hey, Kid. You screw up in battle and get any of my men killed, and you wont have to worry about the Ne'kressis. Keep your mind on the fight. *He stands and stalks out of the lounge, very un Jedi like.*
[17-01:27] e67ca, *Veronica : It's a mistake we all made. I fell for it all and I was an adult. A young one, but an adult nonetheless. I imagine to a child it would seem even more convincing. *Something occurs to her.* Mercy. You're just about the age now that I was back then. *Clicks her tongue.* Don't I feel old.
[17-01:27] ca80a, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : *ZOOMS OFF*
[17-01:28] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : *Flips on his commlink and sends out a page to Jason, setting his commlink into a blinking tone until he activates it and contacts Jair, if he chooses to do so.*
[17-01:28] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *He goes for his belt drawing one of the vibroknifes, going back into the hole he flicks it on and drives it upwards, hopefully into the body of the creature that is chittering.*
[17-01:28] d9b45, Adephi: ::Not far from the NR pilot is the small little boy, peeking his head from around the corner in the hall, watching Jair closely. He blinks those bright blue eyes of his, arms wrapped tightly about the rag doll that he carried with him constantly, clutching it tightly against his small form::
[17-01:28] EXIT: Grand Admiral Maxwell Red has left the chat ( 7:27am, December 17 (CST) ).
[17-01:30] 862b2, *Jason Blade : *He flips open his commlink, speaking into it.* Captian Blade speaking.
[17-01:30] MSG: Sitara Galiena sent a message to Jair Karredo.
[17-01:30] d9b45, *Sitara Galiena : ::She frowns as he leaves, narrowing her eyes after him:: Believe me sir I never lose my edge in a battle…::knowing he is long gone by now, though still speaks those words, as if he could hear them from way out in the hall. Sighing to herself she decides to stay as he had left, moving over towards a chair, flopping down onto it her expression blank::
[17-01:32] 4029a, *Auron : Be mindful of the present, Jaret. Your mind wanders. *the scene fades as the Ne'Kressis, irate at having been stabbed by Jaret, was rearing back with three of its other clawed legs to impale the Jedi. He finds himself on the hill overlooking the city, not having moved in many minutes. From his prone postion on the ground, he looks up to see the shimmering blue outline of a Jedi spirit. The sky is starting to glow a faint orange now. Dawn is coming upon the planet* You haven't been yourself since the incident at the slave camp. You are acting quickly, foolishly, without thought to situation or consequence.
[17-01:35] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *He shakes his head, looking up at the blue outline.* I...wait..what?..I dont know what's going on..It was all so real... *He's damn near sputtering* Whats going on? Where's Jenalia?
[17-01:36] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Hey Jason, this is Lieutenant colonel Karredo from the Sim run the other night, I was wondering if you could meet me in the Simulator Complex for a bit?
[17-01:36] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *He shakes his head looking up at the glowing blue figure as he realises that it all wasnt real.* Something happened at that slave camp...what was it? *He's just so confused that he cant even try to comprehend the latest hallucination.*
[17-01:37] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : You, old? Never. *shakes her head slightly* I hope an experience like that isn't a prerequisite for getting past this age. Been there, done that, didn't even get a t-shirt. *Gaze shifts back out to the city as she absently pushes a thick blue curl away from her eyes.* It was so convincing, especially to a kid...kids...who didn't have anything else. Stability, protection, apparent affection...really couldn't ask for much else.
[17-01:37] 862b2, *Jason Blade : *he nods slighlty.* Sure, what Sim room are you in? *He starts towards the sim rooms, moving down the hall and towards a turbolift, or whatever they're called.*
[17-01:38] d9b45, Adephi: ::He watches the man with little interest, just like everyone else around here he was boring and talked in some sort of language that he didn't understand. 'Sim', 'Complex', 'X-Wing'? In anycase, he had decided that it was time to explore the rest of the floor, before his babysitter woke up and discovered him missing that is::
[17-01:38] 4029a, *Auron : You were nearly killed, Jaret. That's what. I warned you of the dangers of acting without thinking, did I not? You are lucky that you did not share the same fate as Jenalia.
[17-01:39] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *His eyes widen* What happened to her Auron?
[17-01:39] EXIT: Sitara Galiena has left the chat ( 7:30am, December 17 (CST) ).
[17-01:41] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Simulator Complex C. Same one we were in last night. *Smiling now* I'll see you when you get here, all right?
[17-01:41] 4029a, *Auron : The truth will be revealed in time, Jaret. As I have already said, be mindful of the present. You cannot do this by dwelling on the past.
[17-01:42] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *He looks down at the ground then stands moving over to the speeder bike.* I need to get back to that cottage...
[17-01:42] 862b2, *Jason Blade : Sure thing. *and with that, he shuts off the comm, placing it back into his pocket as he moved. Blah blah blah.. a few minutes later he would come walking through the door of the sim room.* Alright..
[17-01:44] 4029a, *Auron : The present, Jaret! The present! You are not heeding my advice!
[17-01:44] 4029a, *Auron : The present, Jaret! The present! You are not heeding my advice!
[17-01:45] e67ca, *Veronica : Well, if you find yourself falling for any shady types with whom you'd run a risk for that kind of experience, you just let me know, and I'll have them taken care of. Luckily, I think his type is a rare one. *Drums her fingertips against the glass in her hand, her own gaze also sliding to look outside, but drawn upwards to peer at the sky, rather than the city.* It was rather alarming, his skill at it. We all felt so wrapped up in it, and still everything he did and everything he got from us served only him in the end. *After a brief moment.* Well... Such were his intentions, anyway. I suppose in the long run he unwittingly provided us with an education that was rather beneficial.
[17-01:47] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *He stops and closes his eyes going to sit.* Calm jaret.....calm. Focus. *Breathing in deeply he opens his eyes.* The Present fact is that I'm on the outskirts of Corellia. I need to locate Jenalia..or a resistance movement...or someone who knows where they are in that city.
[17-01:47] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : *Smiles again and waves Jason over, clearing the datapad screen and pocketing his own commlink* You weren't doing anything to pressing, I hope?
[17-01:49] 862b2, *Jason Blade : *He shooks his head slgihtly.* Just trying to get some depressed trooper to not screw up. *he sighed slightly.* It didn't work though. *his hand moves up, rubbing the bridge of his nose.* So, off to another Sim battle tonight?
[17-01:50] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Work I'm afraid. Prepration for something, but I'm not allowed to say much. *Motions to the Datapad* I pulled your file. I'm trying to figure out why you're in the Commandos and not in the Fleet.
[17-01:52] 4029a, *Auron : You must accomplish these tasks without detection.
[17-01:52] 862b2, *Jason Blade : Years of training Cap. That, and my Jedi training has allowed me to advance in ranks and move into the Commandos. *he smiled slightly.*
[17-01:53] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : Do you know if they have comm frequencies tapped? *He suddenly feels really really really retarted asking a ghost that question.*
[17-01:53] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : I suppose so...but that education is cold comfort, sometimes. I wouldn't have minded putting off getting it for a few years at least...or perhaps learning it in a different, less-destructive way. But oh well. *Glances to Veronica as something pops to mind.* Speaking of shady types, or possibly un-shady types...for some reason, that just brought this to mind...I ran into a guy last night who I'm kind of curious about. If he's actually part of the janitorial staff, I must say that if you managed to get ones that're all that good-looking, I'll have to start being a lot messier.
[17-01:54] 4029a, *Auron : I don't. Shall I go find a Ne'Kressi soldier and ask him if this is the case?
[17-01:54] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : *Raises his eyebrows* Well I wouldn't feel right if I didn't tell you that I asked you to come here today to try to lure you away from the Commandos.
[17-01:55] 862b2, *Jason Blade : Lure me away from the ground squad. And what for Cap?
[17-01:56] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : Your sarcasm is not appreciated. *He looks back in the direction of north.* I'm trying to remember...there was a small command base we had set up during the fall back to Coronet. I wonder if its still there...there were soldiers who were left by the NR, they could be using it.*
[17-01:57] e67ca, *Veronica : Good-looking janitorial staff? *Turns to look at her, a brow jumping up as she mentally goes through the various incredibly unattractive custodial folk employed by her.* Oh, I hope he was lying, because if it's anyone who actually cleans up around here, I'm going to have to have a serious talk with you about taste in men...
[17-01:58] 4029a, *Auron : They could be. If, of course, they are still alive.
[17-01:58] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : White Knights. I'm sure you've seen the news reports from our raid on Directorate Space. *Something dangerous flashes behind his eyes for a moment and there's a very slight Disturbance in the Force from Jair at the same time but he keeps talking just like normal* I command the Squadron...your piloting in that TIE Interceptor last night was superb. I want you to join the Squadron and lead some of my pilots. *Crosses his arms across his chest and stares at the man levally*
[17-01:59] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : Dont underestimate those who may be left. *Makes his way to the hidden speeder bike.*
[17-01:59] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : *looks mildly affronted* I totally didn't believe him. He didn't look anything like a janitor. He didn't look like much of anything, really, except good-looking. And I thought that if anyone would employ hot janitors, you probably would...since you've got excellent taste.
[17-02:01] 4029a, *Auron : Don't overestimate them ouyt of desperation.
[17-02:02] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : Auron this isnt Yavin, I dont have a whole horde of Jedi here to assist me...I have to investigate every option...
[17-02:03] e67ca, *Veronica : That is true. But no, they're all repulsive and very few are even humanoid. I wonder who it...hm. *While putting together potential suspects, recalls her meeting last night.* He didn't have a smoking datapad with him by any chance?
[17-02:05] 862b2, *Jason Blade : *He does feel that disturbance, but doesn't want to press it at the moment. He pauses for a moment, bringing those reports to mind as he ponders the idea of joining with them.* The White Knights eh. I've seen the reports and have heard alot about them. You guys have done a good job. *he pauses for a moment, raising a hand, scratching at the stubble on his chin as he pondered the offer.* I just want to know one thing before I sign up. How much free drinks do we get in the officers lounge for being a part of the squad?
[17-02:05] 22a6b, *Jair Karredo : Buddy, keep flying like you do and the drinks won't stop flowing until long after your passed out on the floor. *Extends his hand with a smile* Welcome aboard Captain Blade.
[17-02:06] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : Datapad, yes; smoking? I'm not sure. He was busy tossing it down a garbage chute. Smoking is entirely possible, though. *nods*
[17-02:07] 862b2, *Jason Blade : *He takes Jair's hand and shakes it.* Great. Lets go have a drink.
[17-02:07] 4029a, *Auron : I'm just warning you to be wary, Jaret. Be wary, and be careful.
[17-02:08] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *He nods then gets on the speeder bike*
[17-02:08] b8cbc, *Jaret Snomel : *FADE*
[17-02:09] 4029a, ºGM : *FADE*
[17-02:10] e67ca, *Veronica : *Nods.* I know who you mean. Do you want me to pass him a note for you? "Do you like me?" with a little box for him to check either yes, no, or maybe?
[17-02:13] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : Ooh, would you? Not only would I find out if he liked me, I could go down in history as being somebody who got the Dark Princess to pass notes. *grins slightly* But I don't think that's necessary, thanks. He just piqued my curiosity a bit. We seemed to have an informal contest to see who could say the least about ourselves.
[17-02:15] e67ca, *Veronica : Ah... That puts me in a bit of a spot. Do I stay mum and let your game play out, or let you know the details, so you can scare the life out of him by knowing his name, purpose, and perhaps childhood pet's name.
[17-02:20] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : Your choice. I can be satisfied with you staying mum for now, knowing that he isn't a janitor, at least. I can be patient... *pauses and corrects* patient-ish and play some more. Orrrrr you could give me the whole scoop, and I can casually tiny pieces of his information at intervals. Either way could be entertaining.
[17-02:20] 65ff5, *Sierra Leyanna : ((casually drop ))
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[17-02:27] e67ca, *Veronica : *Probably won't mention she's sending out the boy to dig up information on certain individuals Sierra doesn't care for.* He won't reveal anything to you. If he did, he wouldn't be employed where he is. One of Vigo Val's. Goes by 'Harrington.' And I was just bluffing about the pet name, I'm afraid. And that's all I'll give you.
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[17-07:26] f6453, ºAzhrei: Meh.
[17-07:40] 353aa, ºV : Cya later Rohan *off to work*
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[17-13:26] 2345a, Get a Name!: Hello?
[17-13:27] 2345a, 'Liz: Anyone?
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[17-18:26] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Blarg. *flamethrowers tumbleweed*))
[17-18:26] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Show that tumble weed who's boss!))
[17-18:27] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((:/))
[17-18:27] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((HELLOOO OOO OOO OOO))
[17-18:28] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Hi Nyevin :D))
[17-18:29] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Hi. *sulk*))
[17-18:29] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((What's wrong?))
[17-18:30] e67ca, ºRonica : Word up.
[17-18:31] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Word down! :) ))
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[17-18:34] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((I'm depressed. Dunno why. Just waiting for that blast of positive energy from some random source.))
[17-18:34] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Um... *points at Nyevin and ZAPS!*))
[17-18:34] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : <3
[17-18:35] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((There it is...*smiles druggedly*))
[17-18:36] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((*big warm hug* Wanna kick Sil's butt?))
[17-18:36] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((*pokes Jaret*))
[17-18:39] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Sounds good to me.))
[17-18:43] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Okay!)) *night has fallen over this particular part of Coruscant.. and Sileen, currently a new addition to the ranks of Jedi Academy, stands alone in a training field, quizically inspecting the place now that it is vacated*
[17-18:53] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *The main entrance to the Jedi temple whirrs open, and the snickering Kel-Dor wanders through. Blood stains the sleeve of his cloak as he wanders towards the training room, looking for some young Jedi to 'train,' possibly to maim a bit. The doors open, and the haggard looking Kel-Dor chuckles to himself...the scent of spice would begin to fill Sileen's nostrils as he enters...his smirk and cocky stance fades as he catches sight of Sileen, inanely brushing at the blood on his sleeve guiltily*
[17-18:55] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *turns as Nyevin meanders in... and blinks, indigo eyes immediantly trailing to the blood* ... How did you get that?
[17-18:55] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : *Prefekt's room: Jedi Temple, Coruscant. Remotes hover around the room, circling a blindfolded man. In either hand a lightsaber is grip, the blades burning blue and brilliant in the darkened room. He breathing mixes with the thrumming of the blades and the humming of the repulsors on the droids; then, the relative silence breaks. Perfectly aimed red darts lance forth from the spheres, reaching for the man. He spins. Hmm-hnn.. Shadows flicker, advancing and receding with the light play, before the room goes still again. The training remotes have reached the end of their program. Shutting his lightsabers off, Prefekt clips them to his belt -- he'll have to check them back in to the Masters later. They're not his; he lost his own defending Kuma in the streets of Coruscant. With an idle thought from the man, the lights in the room flicker. Tiredly, he collapses to his bed*
[17-18:56] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : I...umm...*blinks*...it's uhh...it's not blood. *nods his head...slowly...*
[17-18:58] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : *Has been in the hallway that Prefekt's room is located in for quite some time. Has approached his door but backed off not once, not twice, but thrice. Chews her bottom lip nervously. Something's on her mind, obviously. Okay... Okay... Relax. Relaaax. No, no. Chillax. Yeah. All right. No biggie. Walks up a fourth and final time and knocks, ready to bolt if it takes more than a few seconds for him to open.*
[17-18:59] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *folds her arms, giving him the Look...* Where did that happen?
[17-18:59] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : *oh, so worn out. Calls from his position on the bed* Come in.
[17-19:01] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : *Keys in the code for his room and the door slides open. Steps in and stops, looking at him collapsed on the bed.* Oh. You look tired. I can come back later.
[17-19:01] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : Coruscant underworld...you know how crazy it gets!
[17-19:03] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : No, I'm good. I've just been...*adjusts himself on the bed, pulling a pillow behind him and reclining on it*...training. Getting ready. What're you up to, beautiful?
[17-19:04] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : What happened? And tell the truth...
[17-19:05] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : Uh... I probably should be doing the same thing, actually. But mostly I've been...thinking. *Moves further into the room, a little haltingly. Sits down on the edge of his bed.*
[17-19:09] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : Well...I was busy giving a man some credits for food...and I happened upon some thugs attacking a poor old lady...so...I...defeated the evil thugs...and um...freed the old lady...as...as I remember it..*wobbles a bit*
[17-19:10] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : That's dangerous, you know. *smirks and rolls his neck, popping the joint*
[17-19:10] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *eyes him* Then why do you smell like spice?
[17-19:11] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : Must've...must've been the old lady. Or possibly the thugs...
[17-19:13] 5c33a, *Eve Skyler : I'd have to agree with you. *Laughs a bit, a touch of nerves in it.* Unfortunately, I'm not too good at avoiding it.
[17-19:13] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : Uh huh.... I am gullible, but not that gullible Nyevin. You picked a fight with someone, or someones, didn't you? Did you kill them?
[17-19:14] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Yeah...*his smirk dies as he watches her* You okay, hon?
[17-19:17] 5c33a, *Eve Skyler : Me? Oh, I'm fine. *Shifts so she's not all tense at the edge of the bed. Leans back against the wall.* Just fine.
[17-19:18] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Okay, good enough for me. What've you been thinking about?
[17-19:19] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Clenches his fist over his chest angrily, his voice suddenly elevating* I DON'T REMEMBER THAT! How dare you question me?!
[17-19:20] 5c33a, *Eve Skyler : Corellia. *Pulls her bottom lip in and chews. Isn't looking at him.*
[17-19:20] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *jumps slightly, eyes widening*
[17-19:21] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Puts a hand to his head, eyes narrowing* I'm...I'm sorry. I have a bit of a headache. That's all...
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[17-19:22] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Oh. Look, about that. I didn't mean to scare you or worry you or whatever I did the other day. I was just lookin' out for you.
[17-19:24] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : .. You have anger issues *starts walking towards him, then pauses, looking around. You can almost see the lightbulb flashing over her head* ... Want to get a few of them out? I've been meaning to get back in practice with fighting
[17-19:25] 5c33a, *Eve Skyler : No, no... I know. *Nods slightly, then is silent for a moment.* Okay. All right... Here's the thing. *Turns so that she's facing him, and seated cross-legged. Although while technically seated in his direction, still isn't looking at him. Is staring down at her hands, which are in her lap.* I've been thinking about what could happen... You know...um... People dying. That kind of thing. And like... not... um... accomplishing...things...before dying.
[17-19:28] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : You're worrying about not making attaining Knighthood before Corellia? *arches a brow* If it means that much, I mean, sure. I'll go talk with some of the Masters and see if we can get you scheduled for testing.
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[17-19:29] 1377a, Get a Name!: "I've been so alone for so long, i've been so alone for so long, forgotten by the world...."
[17-19:30] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *His lightsabre is out in an instant, the violet blade flashing before his elegant, now blood-stained robes.* I doubt it could ever be dampened, especially when the frenzy of battle enrages me so...but we do need to train.
[17-19:32] 5c33a, *Eve Skyler : ...........Yes, I suppose there's that as well. I mean, uh, yeah, would you? That'd be...great. *Lifts a hand, tucking away some hair behind her ear. Wets her lips.* But I mean't something a little more personal.
[17-19:33] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *her's comes out a bit slower, and without any extravagance. Just a hand going to her side and unclipping it. With a snap-hiss, the pale green blade extents out, casting her features in a greenish glow* Well... I'm a healer. I don't have too much battle frenzy
[17-19:35] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : It's odd...I seem to remember there being a padawan here, I cannot now sense him in the academy....must be lost amongst all the others, or gone out on some errand. *Twists the hilt of the fencing sabre, snapping the blade outward to join hers, keeping them locked as he takes half a pace in a quarter counter clockwise circle about her*
[17-19:36] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *tenses briefly, before forcing herself to relax, watching him closely* Guess so...
[17-19:36] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Oh. Well...I really...have no clue what you're talking about, Eve.
[17-19:38] 5c33a, *Eve Skyler : *Looks at him for a long moment, then mutters, whilst blushing rather furiously.* You know, it's supposed to be the only thing men have on their mind. They could do us a favour and catch on when we're talking about it.
[17-19:41] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *With a flick of his wrist, the curved hilt spins the blade savagely, but in coordination, and Nyevin moves to a low crouch, swinging for a leg sweep* Emotion is a powerful part of instinct...if you let your emotions guide you, a twinge of fear as an opponent strikes for a critical area...a bit of lust encouraging you to press on when you've struck a fine blow...these things can aid you in combat.
[17-19:41] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Corellia? I thought we were...oh. Oh.
[17-19:43] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *quickly hops up, and back... legs clearing the ground as his blade hums past* .. Calm mind.. lets you see what your opinents about to do... *brings her saber up in a guard position, as she takes a few deep breaths*
[17-19:45] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : *Flushes a bit more, if that were even possible, when he catches on. Looks down at her hands again.* So that's what I've been thinking about... I mean, no, not like... I've been thinking about that, like imaging it or... just that... thinking about... Not having...and then one of us dying. Or... you know. But I mean like, imagining a little... But not.... not like that's what I was mainly thinking about it. And it's not just this I've been thinking about. Man, is that the time?? I have to go train. *Moves to scramble off the bed.*
[17-19:48] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Er...Eve?
[17-19:48] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Goes in next with a rapid series of quick slashes to either side, flicking his wrist thrice at each side, and once to change sides with the formidable fencing weapon..more a probing gesture than one that's overtly threatening* Knowledge and vision is for the scholars...combat must run on inbred battle lust!