SWRPF Archive ~100 ABY, The Force Cold War~

IC: Darth Lolarus/ Harlas Quip/ Landing Bay in the Undercity/ Coruscant

Bouncing up from the ground his apprentice quickly wrapped herself around Lolarus arm, and practically pierced his eardrums with a squeal of joy. It took all of the self control the pale man could muster not to cover his ears. Earmuffs... Must remember earmuffs. When she leaned her head against the other Siths shoulder it elicited a sigh of exasperation. Inevitably there was going to be hair in his mouth sooner or later. And he really hated hair, it's taste was a mystery but getting them caught down one's throat was the ultimate irritation in his opinion.

Lola led the way, because she had actually been out and about a bit more than him. Well, ok a lot more. She liked being around other people, and Lolarus simply didn't get along with them. It was something that the Sith quite simply didn't get. Trying to make people laugh was a good thing, wasn't it? So everyone should have fallen in love with him, falling all over themselves and demanding performances the galaxy wide. Alas, this had never actually happened. Somehow people seemed unnerved whenever the pale man was around. Maybe they had no sense of humor?

All of the shininess grabbed his attention to some degree or another. Bright lights, metals that had actually been polished, some bald guy's head. Even this one avian creep that needed a feather replacement program's beak was enough. However it wasn't until after they had been walking that Lolarus saw something he simply had to have. Lola had seemed to be just meandering about, and suddenly there it was. A strobe light the size of his fist. Oh how perfect it would go in his room! The dreams he could create with it. Not to mention how great it would go in his hat. Talk about a commanding presence. Maybe pump up the brightness a bit, to blinding level...

Lola jerked, and away they were going again. Gritting his teeth, Lolarus almost took a swing at her, but odds were the general public wouldn't take terribly kindly to it, and he was trying to avoid drawing attention to them. That was one thing that he had definitely noticed, they lacked any appreciation for slapstick. Besides, he decided that wiping the happy smile from her face was a bad thing. The pale man did love a good smile, and the siths apprentice definitely had one of those.

Finally growing bored with shininess, a game came to mind. Pick random deaths for random people. The short male down the way should get a bigger smile, one as big as his neck should do. For some reason said being shied away from the two of them. Lolarus began to be aware of the odd looks they were getting. Smiling the sith figured they were appreciating his fashion sense. It was rather top notch after all. Ooo... That wook over there needs a bath. Some acid should clear that fur problem right up. Almost he did it, but Lolarus attention was grabbed by a being with a newborn. Exploding newborns were his favorite. The expressions of everyone else were always priceless.

Eventually they stopped at a diner, but apparently it wasn't to Lola's liking because they continued on. Muttering to himself, the pale man decided that he was hungry and waiting was becoming something of a bother. Now grinding his teeth, he glanced at Lola and was vaguely surprised to see the same grin plastered to her face. What is she, dense? A sudden application of the word dense came to mind and he started giggling. I could show her dense alright. Lolarus liked dense things, they made for very squishy corpses.

Suddenly the pale man was jerked to the side and into a building, then guided to a booth by the now bouncing Lola. Finally free of her, he started looking around and found that this was a place he could possibly like. The coloring was similar to his, a dark green with varied shades of purple. The waitress was a doll of a twi'lek as well. A little chubby perhaps, but she had a great smile. Strained a little maybe, especially when she approached their table. The name ta

 

IC: Cambria Secura
~Jedi Temple, Meditation Gardens, Corellia~

The duty of a Jedi is to protect those who cannot protect themselves and to maintain peace in the galaxy, but most important is to follow the will of the Force.

As Cambria exhaled, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she gracefully moved through a simple three step exercise. Each footfall over the grassy meadow was accentuated with a breath. The motions remained slow as she turned and swept her right arm across her chest.

Breathe in.

Thick dark lashes brushed over lightly blushed blue skin as soft brown orbs fell behind closed lids. She did not need her vision to perform a kata familiar since she was an initiate.

Breathe out.

Tight muscles loosened as she breezed through the first level kata. The terrors of the night, the ache in her heart drifted as she easily stepped into the second level kata with grace that could only have come from a lifetime of practice. The simple, controlled moves stretched muscles and prepared her for the more complex actions of her morning ritual as her thoughts shifted from the dry heat and gritty existence of her past to the coolness of the Temple air recycling system and the smooth, clean marble floors.

In time with her gentle motions, another breath filled her lungs. The crest and fall of her chest shimmered with a thin sheen of moisture under the morning sun. Soft planes of toned muscles shifted under silky skin as bare feet danced over plushy moss below while twin tails swayed in a synchronized duet.

Falling into the ingrained motions of the ancient kata, her mind slipped free of the restraints of blood and bone. Weary thoughts reached out, mingling with the awesome presence of the Force. The energies flowed around her like the oceans of Minaar, wrapping her in gentle, floating comfort.

The ethereal power source was all encompassing, enveloping a battered spirit and filling the chips in her mental armor; centering her once again in the Force.

Breathe in.

Beep, beep, beep.

Breathe out.

The all too familiar sound of her wrist chrono brought the beautiful Rutian Twi'lek back to reality. Cambria brushed off her feet, then picked up her boots, sliding each one on quickly. She placed her white-handle vibrodagger back in it's boot sheath and attached her two leather-gripped lightsabers on the utility belt slung low on her hip. After grabbing her outer robe off a branch of a nearby ch'hala tree, she headed towards the short cut to the Bridge that led to the Council Pod where the Jedi Council would be convening a meeting in about two hours. Cambria had been selected by the Grand Master to be one of the twenty Knights that made up the security guard for the Council. This was a great honor and Cam took this duty very seriously.

As she stood ready just outside the Council Chambers in the Council Pod, Cambria could feel his warm, serene presence even before she could see the rather handsome Grand Master dressed in his dark formal Jedi robes walk into the antechamber from the Bridge. Master Rendush gave a nod to her and the other Knight on duty as well as the receptionist, then entered through the Chamber doors. Cam hoped through her continued hard work and selfless dedication to the Jedi Order, she would someday earn the privilege to serve on the Jedi Council.

TAG: Any in the Council Pod area

 

Sinre Approved

Name: A name best left forgotten.
Alias (If Any): Darth Avarice, Lord Avarice, Avarice
Age: 50
Species: Sephi
Gender: Male
Height:6'
Weight:150

General Description: Avarice is tall and slender, his body is well kept but he lacks decent muscle structure to be a 'brute' He is instead very agile and extremely intelligent, he is also highly insane. His hair is black and his eyes are a deep blue, his outfits always consist of black, on black, on black, never anything brighter, but if he could he'd wear darker. he has a Subtle insanity, dark, and insidious in its nature, egotistical, megalomaniac, charismatic, and perhaps a small tad of a Messiah complex.

Affiliation:Sith
Rank:Lord

Lightsaber/Weapon Description: Two black hilted sabers with dark purple jewels on the pommel and purple blades. He would have preferred black, but those crystals are hard to come by.
Fighting Style: An erratic form of Ataru.

Biography: Lord Avarice, Sith Lord, Maniac, was born on the quiet little planet of Naboo. And Silence is maddening, which perhaps explains a lot of things. His rearing wasn't too unusual, aside from being placed in special care because of his violent nature at the age of eight. At the age of twelve he escaped, stabbing an attendant in the eye with a pen, and making his way through the buildings vent systems.

It wasn't to long afterwards that a certain man calling himself Insipid approached the young boy and offered him a life well suited to his talents. It was the offer in and of itself that kept Avarice from attempting to kill the man, that and the shiny object hanging from his belt that distracted his attention so. And the allure of acquiring one himself that made him agree to go along with the man with the silly name.

A good thirty years passed after that, a good thirty years of hardening through training, and the maturity of ones mental instability. What was once a crazed young boy, was now a hard, manipulative, maniac who thought himself a god among men. And who's abilities in the Force did nothing but add to that delusional image. Thirty years had uncovered a knack for numbers, calculations, and manipulations. The Skill of a tactician, the purpose of a delusional mind. And no one thing is better suited to accompany a delusional mind, save another one.

Enter, second stage, normally backwards with a goofy smile, Darth Lolarus. Where Avarice was serious about his delving into insanity and the processes that were born there of, Lolarus was quite, well, insane about it. They were so similar in their differences, probably why the got along. Joyfully working together, while equally joyfully painting bullseye on the others back. Not that they'd ever try kill each other, unless one of them was very bored. Lolarus tried once, marker on a stick isn't an effective weapon, but then again one never expected an exploding stuffed bantha either.

As part of a continuation of Lolarus' little plan Avarice has been busy the past while, working tirelessly, well not really, to manipulate records and flight plans so that every single ship that Lolarus has rigged will be in the prime spot to do the most damage to the most things. Even made several lovely code names for the operation, though non seem quite as appropriate as "A Symphony of Flames". Currently Avarice is on his way to meet with Lolarus, and start the fun.

Note: Avarice, having exposed himself to it in small doses over time, is immune to Lolarus' special laughing gas. (Which Avarice calls Insanitium)

Ship: The Black Abyss

 

IC as Sera Neyva
Corellia; Jedi Temple; First Floor Gardens, Lake

Sera blushed again as her new Master reassured her, shutting her mouth to prevent further embarrassment. Oh how she wanted to prove that he had made the right choice, to impress him and make him proud. But that would come in due time. The mention of Jedi being mere mortals gave her thought, one that she would peruse afterward. For now, the Padawan focused her attention back on Vance?s words, chuckling as he teased her about her audacity in flipping him. His grin was infectious, sparking another round of laughter from the ticklish young girl.

Master Kar?dan continued by giving Sera her first lesson, one on expectations, and the reality in which they play out. He related his own hopes on being taken on as a Padawan, detailing the now ludicrous scenario of saving the Grand Master from the highly absurd missiles of flying food. All propriety was cast away, as Master and Apprentice rolled around in unbridled hysterics. Wiping tears from her eyes, she attempted to compose herself. The manner in which Master Kar?dan?s was chosen to be an apprentice illustrated the difference between appearance and reality, and that it reinforced the principle of not judging a book by it?s cover. It was a flaw that struck many people, Jedi included. A valuable lesson to be learnt, better sooner than later, lest it resulted in opportunity missed, or worse, tragedy.

A glance at her own chrono revealed that time indeed could fly; close to half an hour had passed since Grand Master Rendush?s call, and her Master was going to be late for the Council meeting if he did not hurry. Despite her new status as a padawan, Sera didn?t expect to be able to follow him. She was just thinking of ways to occupy herself during the time, when the now-familiar grin spread across Master Kar?dan?s face once again, a spark lighting up his eyes. The padawan had come to recognize that as a precursor of sorts.

She wasn?t disappointed as her Master invited her to the Council Meeting, albeit indirectly. This so-called ?feud? with the Grand Master intrigued Sera, and mentally reminded herself to ask about it at the next opportunity. Also, the apprentice decided to take up a motto when it came to dealing with her Master: To expect the unexpected. It wasn?t bad, nor unwelcome, just? unexpected. In a thoroughly good way, might she add. Nonetheless, the Council Meeting would be a good experience for her, perhaps also an opportunity to release her more mischievous side as well.

Nodding, Sera replied.? Well I wouldn?t want to intrude Master, but if the Council doesn?t mind, neither would I.? Another thought struck her, which she voiced immediately,? We do seem to have a problem though. There isn?t enough time to grab a change of clothes, and we can?t possible go to the meeting soaking wet?? A broad grin slowly crossed the padawan?s face, ?Or can we?? Sera was beginning to comprehend Master Kar?dan?s thoughts, but she wasn?t certain enough to say it out loud.

Tag: Trimaj

 

IC: Michealle
Sith Temple, Nyssa

The days were long for the woman, but she did not mind it at all. It all came down to one thing for her, study. She was a Marauder and she, like many other Sith, wanted more than their rank. She wanted the title of Dark Lord herself, and all that came with it. Michealle rolled over and put down what she was reading on the nightstand, and stood up. It was time for her to hit the practice chambers and learned more focus on the force.

Her braided hair slapped at her back as she slowly made her way to the refresher unit. ?Some day I am going to cut it, but there has been no reason in it yet, plus I love it that long.? Shrugging, she moved to her closet, pulled out clean clothing, and headed to the refresher unit. Lifting one arm and sniffing, then cringed back in horror, she knew that some days were not fit to live.

As she stepped out and slithered into her workout clothes, her com unit beeped. ?What, who in the blazes would be calling me?? She quickly stepped over to it, took one glance, stripped down, and put something more appropriate on for the Dark Lord. She had come to learn many things and many had stuck as a positive. One right now was in deed the case, never be late. When he called, you be there?Now!

She quickly put on her dark robe, and tightened the belt. Michealle had always admired Darth Nihilus and used his robes as her own, except for one thing. She made her own patch that was located over her left breast pocket. It was hers and hers alone. It was a lighten bolt with two sabers going through it. She made that almost ten years after her mother?s passing.

Now being dressed and grabbing her two sabers, she quickly exited her room and headed for the Chambers where her Master would be. ?Now I may find some meaningful work to do.? as she ran down the hall. She passed many bewildered apprentices and fellow Sith, for she usually walks to where she headed. Michealle knew where she was going and there was going to be no one stopping her.

She came upon the apprentices that for some reason getting off the floor, and out of kindness, she pushed them back against the wall and smiled as she passed. Within minutes, she had arrived. Standing before the doors, she slowed her breathing back to normal, and entered. Michealle knew that the Master was in there, for his power was such that there was no deigning it. You would have to be force dead not too, and she knew that her presence was detected long before now.

As she entered the chambers, she was always looked for inspiration from her Master, now was no different. He was short in stature, not his power. She stood by the door and noticing that he was talking to his apprentice, she waited to one side, until done, then she moved forward and announced her presence. Bowing from the waist, ?You have summoned me and I am ready for any task you have.? She did not rise until told to do so.

TAG: Damon, GM and any Sith has arrived

 

Darth Avarice


The tall, dark structure of a being that was Darth Avarice strode quietly through the dark underbelly off the mighty city of Coruscant. A smile spread across his face as he watched the little people scurry about in the insignificant lives. None seemed to get in his way, as peons should scatter before their God, there were others however who seemed to distractive recently.

Being simpletons of mind before a man of power such as himself, he could feel why, straight from their leaky emotions. Lola, dear dear Lola, you do leave a trail And a quite easily followed trail, Lola always wore such alluring outfits, Avarice appreciated that just a tad more than Lolarus though.

There was just something about that skin tight suit of hers that had males of any species staring with their tongues on the floor. He didn't blame them for there appreciation of her assets, but their simpleton reactions were appalling, and utterly hilarious. With a wave of a hand Avarice quietly implanted an image of Lola, in that outfit, in a mans mind, and he had to stifle a laugh when the man stumbled and tripped over a small humanoid.

Satisfied with his little joke Avarice moved along, following the trail of hormonal driven emotions to a dinner that apparently took its design plans from Lolarus himself. Adjusting his black suit like outfit and his cane, which was in fact one his lightsabers attached to a hollowed wooden cane, he entered the dinner and instantly spotted Lolarus, even if his eyes immediately drifted to Lola.

Grabbing a chair he slid it over to the booth they sat at and took position as sort of a third seat, wholly unannounced. ?I see Lola dragged you out of the Asylum Lolarus.? He pulled a cigar from his pocking, lit it and took a puff, its sweet smelling smoke wafting high above his head. ?I'm actually quite appreciative, your death trap of a ship isn't to becoming.? pulling out a pocket chronometer he looked at it, ?Everything is running quite on time, the Symphony will begin not to long from now. Don't you want a front row seat??

Tag: Trim & Chuckles

 

IC: Darth Idoneus

Darth Idoneus chewed his food as he thought about his circumstances. So, I have been in stasis for 35 years. A lot has changed since then. While the tech has improved slightly, it is notheing to be astounded by. But one thing has changed. The Dominion's control over parts of the galaxy. When I joined we were basiclly a single system with a few colonies. Now we have control of Sectors, even in the core...

His comlink buzzed in his pocket. He knew with out looking who it was. Leaving his food where it was he stood up and exited the mess hall. He made his way to the Meeting Room. It was Darth Insipid calling him. And when his master ordered he came. Many were confused by how he followed Insipid with out fault, but his experiences with him have caused him to trust him explicitly, even though he himself was a Sith Lord now.

He entered the room without a sound and made his way to Insipid. He listened to him teach his new apprentice, remembering back when it was him that he was teaching about the Dark Side of the Force. When Insipid noticed him he bowed his head in a curt nod. When he was ready to adress him he would.

Tag: Chuckles, Sinre, others.

 

IC: Brutus Crantilla

Hallways leading to Council Chamber

Brutus turns and begins walking down the hallway towards the hallway towards the Council Chambers. As always two of the 20 Jedi, Master Rendush had trusted were standing outside of the chambers. Brutus only recognized one of them, Cambria Secura, a blue skinned Twi'lek Female. Butus could not deny that she was attractive, but as he was a council member, and she was a knight, it wouldn't be appropriate.

"Hello Cambria, wonderful day isn't it." Brutus said he went through the door into the chambers.

Once inside, Brutus finds Grandmaster Rendush already seated. Brutus walks over to his seat and sits down. "Good Morning officially Master, I trust you had a good workout this morning with your padawan?" Brutus asks.

TAG: Chuckles, PrincessCambria

 

IC: Michealle
Sith Temple, Nyssa


?Dragon, your objective is to go to that Academy, in the wastelands of Krant, and destroy it. Idoneus, your objective is to thwart an assassination attempt we have planned for the Bothan Council. They are to become our pawns, not allies. A cold war requires a proxy war, no. The forces we have hired will suggest Hutt involvement. Kill them all, both of you. The Bothans will war against the Hutts, and we shall see if we can draw the Jedi out of position. Take whatever resources you need. Succeed, or do not return - there is a freighter for the two of you to share.?

?Good, a mission that I can have fun with?I may even get an apprentice out of it,? she thought to herself. She hoped the meeting was concluded so she can be off, which it seemed to me. She turned to Darth Idoneus, ?Darth Idoneus, it seems that we are working together?sort of. I should be ready in thirty minutes or so, is that fine with you or do you require more??

Michealle did not know his state of readiness; she did not really care one way or another. She was ready all the time, at a moments notice. With the given permission to use whatever source needed, she was going to grab a few more, and head for the freighter. During the walk back, she was going to have her Z-95 loaded and fully armed when they hit space.

She waited for his answer, nodded and left. She had a bag packed for trips and missions at any given time. She made her way to her room, opened the closet and pulled two dresses out. She added two more pieces of clothing to her bag, and then zipped it up. Then she lifted the mattress, pulled a bag of jingling things out, and put them into her pocket. Then felt under her bag as she lifted it, it all felt right. ?Even here, one must always-safe guard against thieves.? She said to no one.

About twenty minutes later, she arrived at the freighter, and told the man to load her Z-95 on, and have the flight crew that was going to be assigned to her fighter, meet her there tonight at 2300 hundred hours. Then she made her way to the freighter, and looked for her room.

TAG:SWBob

 

A joint post by Sinrebirth and Trimaj. Enjoy.

IC: Darth Insipid/ Darth Lolarus
Coruscant, Depths

Less than three years earlier...

Darth Insipid was irate. To put it mildly. He had been irrate very few times before. The first was when Darth Krayt had directed him to stand down during the Second Galactic Civil War, and the second when Krayt sicced a Twilight Templar on him at Fondor, many decades ago. Since awakening in the middle of the Jedi internal crisis, Insipid had made massive gains for the Dominion of Darkness, resuming his place as Lord of Betrayal. On a voyage to his grandfather's home on Naboo a year before his time in stasis, he had encountered a man now known as Darth Avarice. Lightly insane, he had in recent months become attached to a pair on Coruscant, based from a vessel named the Harlas Quip. The lead man, 'Darth Lolarus', as he had been anointed, had - it appeared - broken into the armory on Bastion, and, as far as Insipid could tell, stolen baradium. Then he'd gone back and done it again capering off with Force knew what. The Empire had been very quiet about this, and the money Insipid had wasted finding out about it... If the man sought to be associated with the Sith, well, Insipid had to teach him restraint.

Insipid had every intention of removing the mans head.

Dispatching Avarice to a mission in the Tapani Sector - as far as away from here as could be reasonably expected, Insipid strode onto the landing platform of the Harlas Quip. Mentally the Sith checked his weapons; lightwhip in his left hand, tri-phase lightsaber up his right sleeve, blaster up his left sleeve, standard saber on his belt - the one his grandmother had made for him. His standard fare for any mission. Not that he expected the man to pose a threat.

Insipid held out his right hand, brushing apart his cloak folds, and gestured into the Force, pulling apart the doors to the vessel and yanking at the ramp, slamming it down on the stone and sending a resounding crack through the abandoned streets of the Works. Hawkbats squawked and darted away, and Insipid gestured, swatting them from the sky, a wave of splattered flesh dropping around him and the Quip.

Lola had decided she needed some air, not that Lolarus really blamed her. Sitting on top of all of that baradium was starting to wear a little thin on the Pale Man as well. After all, the stuff was supremely unstable, just like him. The problem was that when he blew worlds didn't tend to go up in flames, and should the stuff in storage go up Coruscant would likely be nothing but a cinder. Or a lot of cinders. And wouldn't that be quite lovely, all of those glittering new stars out in space? A giggle fit claimed him, having what was considered the center of the galaxy go up in smoke for no obvious reason would be rather thoroughly hilarious. Not that anyone would really be left to laugh.

Suddenly the ship jerked and Lolarus sat up startled. Oh that isn't good... Bolting up, the completely off kilter Sith rushed to his rooms door, which unnervingly was the first one next to the baradium storage. It was then that he felt the dark presence outside, and froze. Well, this is new. I don't know this bozo, but if he doesn't watch it we'll all be fried. Another jerk of the ship and the Pale Man shrunk against the wall and winced, waiting for the kaboom. A sigh of relief escaped, and he mimed wiping his brow. Lolarus figured that it was probably the ships door that had been yanked off, the flash of power had been about that level after all, then the second one had to be the ramp. The third? well, considering the ship hadn?t moved that was a complete mystery.

Unsure what to do, Lolarus moved to his rooms computer station and started flipping through the cameras. When he couldn't really see anything, probably because no one had come aboard yet, the Pale Man sat down to wait. Eagerly. He didn't think about the exploding banthas that could definitely be

 

IC: Vance Kar'dan/ Garden, First Floor/ Jedi Temple/ Corellia
In Lake

Chuckling softly, the fact that Sera's thoughts mirrored his own was a very nice thing to know. She was exceptionally bright, able to pick up the way his thoughts leaned so quickly. "Oh, I'm reasonably certain the others will indeed mind, but the only thing keeping it from happening is custom. And my opinion on the matter is that customs need to be broken everyonce in a while." Going under again just to make sure he was good and soaked, Kar'dan said on coming back up, "Another custom is to always come to council meetings dressed your best. I'm leaning towards not... and using said water as ammo." There was an idea percolating in the back of Vance' mind, but they would need to still be reasonably soaked to pull it off. "C'mon, lets go cause some trouble." With that he swam for the shore.

Quickly they headed towards the turbo lift that would deposit them on the fourth floor, where the council chamber resided. "If you want, there's water to be served in most situations. I'm giving you permission to use the Force for this, as it will also give you a reasonably plausible excuse for the result I'm looking for. Sadly you will have to stand behind me through the meeting, there is nothing I can do about that. But at some point I will ask for the jug of water, which normally sits behind Alex on table by the wall. When the jug is over Alex, you'll 'accidently' dump the whole thing on his head. This will accomplish two things, practice of your control and getting him back for this knot." Absently Blade touched the wound, wincing.

As they entered the archives the resident master glared at them, and Vance gave her a jaunty smile. Odds were she knew what was going on, which was why her scowl turned into a resigned acceptance. A lot of the other masters wished Vance and Alex would grow up, but they were just sticks in the mud. After all, you had to have a sense of humor to survive in this galaxy. Otherwise you'd go insane.

They arrived at the bridge and Vance completely ignored the surroundings, he'd seen them many times. But the odds where his Padawan would be a little awed by the view of the gardens from so high up. It truly was a beautiful sight. The council chamber was suspended at the end of the bridge, with a brief atrium, over the gardens. The floor of the bridge, atrium and the council chamber itself were made of transparisteel braced by an equally seethrough force field.

Absently Vance nodded at the knights guarding the doors, and the receptionist who all gave the two of them very odd looks. Kar'dan knew both of the knights, but definitely knew Cambria Secura better. She was a rising star, and all of the council was paying attention to her in some capacity or another. Although the kind of attention that Rendush paid her wasn't necessarily the most appropriate. The other knight seemed as though he wasn't going to allow Sera entrance but a look from Vance sufficed to clear up the situation.

Nodding to those present, "My appologies for being late. My padawan and I were in the lake, and the time simply flew. She will be joining us, as I think it will be a fine learning experience for her." He looked very pointedly Alexander, almost daring him to force her to leave. There was absolutely nothing for the grandmaster to stand on with the request, and the way that Vance had phrased it left basically no wiggle room. And everyone there knew it.

Gracefully taking the seat across from Alex, things were setup perfect as the jug was in its usual place, and the glasses were set at every seat at the table, filled with water. Taking up his, Blade drank most of it pretending to have been parched. A pool of water was gathering around him and Sera, and would likely eventually spread across the floor to the other masters getting their feet or the edges of their robes damp. And it was all Alex fault.

TAG: ARTEMIS, CHUCKLES, COUNCIL, CAM

OOC:my apologies if this is a bit... below par. i'm rather tir

 

Name: Cain Ras
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 200

General Description: Short brown hair with bright blue eyes, his face has a light complexion with a strong chin. His face is full and soft, with an upturned nose. His ears would be considered about average.

Affiliation: Jedi
Rank: Knight

Lightsaber/Weapon Description:
A short one handed grip with a beskar bell hand guard.
Fighting Style:
Makashi

Biography:
An orphan taken in by the Jedi, Cain has always been somewhat... odd. He has always had an urge to understand people [specifically criminals], so he studied law enforcement and criminology from an early age. His master, seeing no evil in him, personally defended him when the Council voiced concerns that the obsession may prove to be prophesy, and have roots in the Darkside. Trusting Cains master, they allowed him to gain the rank of Jedi Knight, after having proved himself during the Trials.

Cain quickly made a name for himself by helping Corsec track down some of their most notorious criminals.

His last mission with his master before he made knight was an inspection of Coruscants power grid, his master inexplicably fell into a generator [Darth Lolrus pushed him] and died, but Cain discovered something very interesting. His master caused a force explosion and the power got shut off. The workers fixed it within the hour but that was supposed to be impossibly.

Upon his return, the council decided there was nothing cain could have done and the death of his master was a tragic accident [no one knew that Lolrus did it, not even Cain]. Cain never told anyone that his master was a Dark Jedi.

 

(OOC: Just to let you know, caedus, Nubian Cigarras are not pungent smelling, but sweet smelling. Also, where did you get corellian ale? Dade wasn't drinking. Also, you are aware that curt means rudely brief, right?)

Dade Leviathan
Temple of Twilight Hanger; Zonama Sekot

Dade watched calmly as Aeric walked up to him and gave him a less than respectful quick bow. Dade doubted the genin had meant to seem disrespectful, but the quickness in which the bow was given seemed somewhat rude. Then again, many things seemed rude to Dade. "I"m glad you learned more about life's balance, and the force, Aeric," Dade said, subtly raising his right eyebrow at him, "too bad you didn't learn how to be on time. You were due here thirty minutes ago." Dade smirked slightly, denoting that the last retort was meant good naturedly. He knew how easily it was to take everything he said seriously and believe that he was insulting the person he was talking to. He then turned on his heel and waked towards the templar hallways, motioning for Aeric to walk beside him.

"A few things have changed since you were on Anothelis. I won't bore you with the details at the moment, you frankly don't need to know them, but I want you to know that you might see a thing or two that might...surprise you. If I believe you need to know anything specific, I will tell you. For now, just rest assured that nothing bad has happened, but a few things have become...interesting." He turned the corner to the left and entered a large door which lead into the meditation chambers. "We will be working on meditating today. To calm your mind and feel everything around you. You will need these skills, whether you intend to focus more on lightsaber skills or force skills. Any warrior or sage needs a calm mind to work, even if they are letting their inner fire feed their strength. The more calm you are, the more rational your decisions will be."

"Sit and tell me what happened on Anothelis," he said, sitting down on a large cushion in the corner of the small, yet cozy, room.

Tag: Caedus1138

Greyst Denali
Temple of Twilight Entrance; Zonama Sekot

Greyst looked calmly down at his crono as he heard Vincent's question. "Actually, you're four minutes early," he said, getting up from his leaning position and moving down the stairs towards the wilds of Zonama, motioning for Vincent to follow him.

"Dade need to attend to the training of his Genin, who is getting back from Anothelis today. We will be training today without him. Besides, he believes that with your talents, wasting you on force training would do nothing but tire you out needlessly. He will contact you when he thinks another session is prudent. Although you're more than welcome to contact him should you think you're ready."

Greyst moved down the large staircase which had been carved into the stone of the mountain like structure and finally his foot touched grass and earth and he turned to the right, heading towards a large and clear lake, where a school of large fish like creatures could be see swimming, and jumping through the water.

"Today, we will be training in agility, and focus. I realize this was part of your training most likely under Kev-Mas back when you were a Genin, but not only have you been napping for the past fifty years, but Kev-Mas was not exactly the calmest of teachers." He said 'napping' with a kind facetiousness before moving over to the shore of the lake where two Templar Guards were standing, smoking cigarras. "You two can go," he said to the two guards who nodded and walked off. Greyst then moved over to a large chest.

Opening the chest, Greyst pulled out a wetsuit and threw it to Vincent. "Put it on and jump in. I have friends you should meet."

Tag: Vincent

 

GM Approved

Name: Kalia Ellisk
Alias (If Any): None
Age: 67
Species: Iskalloni
Gender: Male
Height: 6'6
Weight: 177 lbs
General Description: Tall, pale, and lean, Kalia is a ghost-like spectrum in the halls of the Jedi Temple. His cybernetic prosthetics are as follows: prosthetic right arm with a built in blaster, cybernetic eyes, his other hand, his entire chest, left leg with a compartment for his blaster and other lightsaber, and cords that connect his eyes to his spine. Traditional Jedi robes with a black skullcap. Near completely apathetic, due to his mental implants, he has progressively learned how to express, or feign, appropriate emotions and is generally a kind gentleman.
Affiliation: Jedi Order
Rank: Master
Lightsaber/Weapon Description: Red and Orange. Traditional hilts.
Fighting Style: When using one hand, which is frequent, he utilizes Makashi. When using two, utilizes skilled Jar'Kai.
Biography: Kalia doesn't remember his planet nor his parents, but at the age of 14 was captured and enslaved by the Iskallonians during a raid. He worked for multiple years with the dangerous waste, one of the few workers that did, and withstood the many implants enforced on him by the captors. He mounted an escape when he was 18 and it was successful, though the pursuers crippled his ship and Kalia received terrible wounds. He went unconcious and his ship drifted for days until he was picked up by a garbage sweeper to a nearby dump planet, where he was nursed back to help. Kalia then travelled to Toola, seeking to put distance between the Iskallonians, where he met a Jedi who felt high Force potential in the young man. Despite his age, the Jedi decided to take Kalia back to the Temple for training, which Kalia saw as a way to hide from the Iskallonians.

His implants allowed Kalia to learn combat forms quickly and efficiently. He learned Makashi, then Jar'Kai, and stopped, deciding that he would perfect these two chosen forms and dismissing the other forms. Force wise, he has high potential, but it was hard for him to fuel the Force with his lack of emotions. Now, he can simulate emotions to effectively use the Force, but no where near as powerful as he would be if he could actually tap into his real emotions. With his terrifying lightsaber skills, he was promoted to the rank of Master at the age of 47.

GM Approved

Name: Sebatl Otian-Forogar
Alias: Chimera
Age: 24
Species: Lepi
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Weight: 147
General Description: Random spacer clothing, lacks caring of his appearance. Small incisors for his species, white shaved fur, floppy ears, and lean muscled. Large white beard. Sebatl is a slacker mixed with a determined spirit. To elaborate, he wants things, but doesn't want to work for them. Lover of females, preferably twi'leks and humans, gambler, and a hot tempered hot shot and a narcissist.
Affiliation: Templars of Twilight
Rank: Gurei Deshi
Lightsaber/Weapon Description: Lavender blade with a curved hilt.
Fighting Style: Soresu
Biography: Sebatl was a travelling spacer at the age of 10 and eventually fell under the radar of the Jedi. After 4 years, Seb decided that he had learned all he needed to and cast the Order aside to resume his raging lifestyle. He indulged himself with studies about the Force on his own, buying books and trips to great cities where he could party and use their libraries. To make the money that he spent so lavishly, Sebatl took unique jobs here and there; from window washing to take out delivery to street performing.

Eventually, for better or worse, Seb started to become bored by his life and, to spice his life up, started to do petty crimes and eventually joining a small gang on Metallos who robbed businesses and attacked tourists. While most didn't put up much of a fight, one man they tried to rob was a Force sen

 

OOC: Sorry about that Dade, 1. Just thought curt meant short, didn't know it had rude connotations to it. Checking dictionary.com, it appears I was thinking about the second definition, so you're right....2. Also....yeah, I didn't know Nubian cigars were not pungent smelling...sorry for that...As for the ale, I think I got your character sheet and your post mixed up, once again, sorry.

IC: Aeric Jenth

"I'm sorry Master Dade, I should have been on time, I have no excuse."

Aeric was slightly intrigued by Dade's speech about the happenings while he was away, but kept his attention on Dade, keeping eye contact, and trying to reduce the amount of sweat that was running down his neck.

After Dade had finished speaking, Aeric recounted his encounters on Anothelis.

"After arriving on Anothelis, I had some trouble with my landing gear. I managed to make an improvised landing in a clearing outside of a forest, and set up a shelter near my fighter. After building a fire and retrieving some food, I noticed a small animal dying nearby my shelter. My first instinct was to help it into my shelter, but I decided against it and watched it's progress. I learned that it had broken its right foot, from what I didn't know. As several nights went by, it eventually was eaten by a larger animal. Before it was eaten, though, I felt something surprising. It was hurt, but not in a way that was natural. Upon investigation, I found that the animal had some kind of disease. Apparently, it had tried to commit suicide. After looking around, I found that it had a nest not far from the site. This animal had tried to kill itself, so that it's family could live on. The animal that ate it shortly died not far from my site too. I moved my shelter away, but this mesmerized me. This animal had tried to die to save its' family.

After this, I led a mostly regular life in the forest, although I tried to vary my schedule by meditating by a small stream, or practicing lightsaber combat in the forest. I tried to make some repairs to my ship, and partly succeeded. Meditating by sitting near the stream and calming my mind, I became very in tune to the environment surrounding me, feeling all the trees and plants, the ecosystem interacting with the environment. After a month, I came back here. I'm sorry for my latenes, Master Dade."

Tags: Dade

 

IC: Darth Idoneus

"Idoneus, your objective is to thwart an assassination attempt we have planned for the Bothan Council. They are to become our pawns, not allies. A cold war requires a proxy war, no? The forces we have hired will suggest Hutt involvement. Kill them all, both of you. The Bothans will war against the Hutts, and we shall see if we can draw the Jedi out of position. Take whatever resources you need. Succeed, or do not return - there is a freighter for the two of you to share."

"Yes, Insipid. With pleasure."

Idoneus turned from his old master and was spoken to by the one who Insipid called Dragon, ?Darth Idoneus, it seems that we are working together?sort of. I should be ready in thirty minutes or so, is that fine with you or do you require more??

Idoneus stared at her for a second and then responed, "You should always be ready to leave at a moments notice. I will be on the freighter waiting for you."

Idoneus turned and walked out of the meeting room and then summoned, through the Force, his pet to his side. Quila, came slinking up to his side, holding his pack in her mouth, lightly enough to not rip it, and far enough on the edge to prevent geting her lethal sliva on it. Grabbing his p[ack he put it over one shoulder and made his way to the hanger, when he got there the flight crew was just loading a Headhunter in the back of the freighter.

Perhaps this Dragon wont be such a mishap after all. I may not even have to clean up after her.

He sat down in the pilots seat, quila laying down beside him facing back towards the entrance of the freighter. He finished the preflight in a quick manner and noticed that Quila's ears pricked up just as he finished by dialing down the inertial compensators down to 95. Turning the chair to the side he watched Dragon enter. "Have you wasted enough time?"

Tag: Cadaverous

 

GM Approved!


Name: Alex?xandria Jinn Ark?add
Alias (If Any): Xan
Age: 15
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 5?3
Weight: 130 pounds

Physical Description: Xan is relatively short, muscular, with golden-bronze hair that barely reaches her shoulders, and piercing black eyes. A tainted, angry scar extends across the length of her right hand, and is quite an enigma to the members of the Jedi Academy. Although Xan admits to having obtained the scar during the mission to Korriban, she will not say exactly what happened to cause it. Nor precisely what it was that killed her Master.

Personality: Still haunted by the events which occurred in the deepest catacombs of Korriban, Xan is somewhat more reserved and defensive than she was three months ago, prior to the demise of Jedi Master Atius. While many of the Masters who have instructed her at the Academy since her birth believed that these events would serve to humble her, they have forced her into a downward spiral of arrogance and overconfidence that she seems unwilling to confront and accept. However, she veils this inner volatility with a profuse layer of wit and charisma, seeming able to talk her way out of just about every situation. Although her Masters have assured her that, someday, she?ll find herself in a circumstance that words just cannot amend, Xan is confident that they are wrong.

Strengths: Prodigiously strong in the Force, and, despite her youth, an accomplished duelist, Xan possess the ability to seemingly move the contours of a planet with her very words. She is incredibly well-read, especially in the history of the Order, the chronicles of the Sith, and the contours of the Force. In addition, Xan is harnessing her abilities to focus intently on any task, applying a startlingly magnificent skill for concentration. Moreover, she is incredibly dedicated to the light side of the Force, and while she has inherited her ancestor?s defiance, her dedication to justice is incorruptible.

Weaknesses: Accustomed to achieving her purposes through strength and discipline, Xan is overconfident, somewhat arrogant, and increasingly deceptive. While her Master, Atius, had considered her prepared for their expedition to Korriban, the mission seems to have resulted in her increasing revolt against criticism and inability to forge acceptance. Despite habitually lingering in the Jedi Archives, Xan is constantly confounded by machinery, is merely a satisfactory pilot, and scarcely manages to avoid trouble with her lack of effort in those areas.

Affiliation: Jedi Order

Rank: Jedi Padawan

Lightsaber/Weapon Description: A persistent and aggressive duelist, Xan is capable of wielding two lightsabers simultaneously, as well as passable combat with a saber staff, but specializes in the ancient art of Makashi, elegantly brandishing a single saber with an underhanded grip. As such, Xan bears two lightsabers, a simple, smooth, cylindrical green-bladed saber, battered from centuries of wear, which has been passed down through the family of Qui-Gon Jinn since his death, and a guilded saber of complex design, complete with a golden blade, that she discovered on the fateful mission to the Sith planet of Korriban that claimed the life of her Master. Xan has modified both sabers so that they fit together electromagnetically, forming an elongated saber-staff.

Fighting Style: A student of Makashi, yet containing a practical knowledge of Form IV from repetitive dueling exercises with Ataru master Atius; fundamental style still raw and undeveloped.

Biography: Alex?xandria Jinn Ark?add is the descendant of Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, who died at the hands of a Sith Lord and championed the ascension of the Chosen One. Brought to the Jedi Order as an infant by Master Atius, despite the Jedi?s emphasis on nonattachment, she quickly developed a bond with the man, who reciprocat

 

Alex?xandria Jinn Ark?add
Coruscant: Jedi Temple

The brilliance of the forceful sunlight glinted off of a nearby wall, reflecting in the dark intensity of Xan?s black, fathomless eyes. The structure of the Jedi Temple?s interior was such that it focused the inherent strength and concentration of those who walked within, cultivating an aura of peace and contemplation, punctuated by undying power and dominance. To be centered in the Force, a pure beacon of hope and peace in a vast universe, that was the duty, the passion, the will, the life of a Jedi Knight. Without the ability to heed the will of the Force, a Jedi was nothing more than another being floating in this dark sea; without the will of the Jedi Knights, the galaxy would be plunged into darkness.

Darkness.

Darkness.

Xan blinked twice, her left fingertips brushing lightly against her pounding forehead. Ever since the...death...of her Master on the planet Korriban, nearly every aspect of her existence had been plunged in darkness. Flashes of that last, fateful mission came to her every so often, when her guard was lowered just a fraction, when she was exhausted and overwhelmed with the portents of her duty as a Jedi. Enveloping her senses, the darkness beckoned through her every action.

A land steeped in the moist rank of evil, calling to her, touching her though the tangible, multifaceted realms of the Force. Summoning her, taunting her, daring her to renounce the noble traditions that pulsed within her veins.

No.

She stopped herself, nearly speaking aloud in her extreme focus. Her hand instinctively brushed the lightsaber of her ancestor, Master Qui-Gon Jinn, he who had championed the acceptance of the Chosen One, he would bring balance to the Force. His lightsaber, the extension of his will, now a part of herself. She would not, could not, disappoint him.

Feeling somewhat comforted by this current of deep confidence, Xan wiped a few stray beads of perspiration off of her forehead, and inhaled deeply, centering herself in the currents of the Force. She had been summoned by the Jedi Council, and she must act according to her training as a Jedi Padawan, and member of the Order. Secretly, she hoped that this was some signal that the Council had begun to trust her again, that they would bestow upon her a mission, perhaps with another displaced Master, that she may begin to live once more, the way in which she was meant to live. The way of her ancestor. The way that lived within her very being.

Turning slowly, she caught sight of a few Masters pacing toward her, their arms folded deep into the plain vibrance of their robes, their expressions light, yet, somehow, betraying profound assurance in the way that only a Jedi could. Catching sight of her, their faces grew more somber, their mild chatter halted, and they stood firmly in the pale blue of the hall. The light glow that the walls emitted cast a pallid taint across their faces.

Xan?s breath caught in her throat as their glistening eyes beckoned to her, and her hands moved away from her lightsabers -- the one belonging to her ancestor, and the one that her Master had entrusted to her on Korriban -- and drifted absently behind her back.

Her heart thudding painfully against her ribs, Alex?xandria Jinn Ark?add took a shuddering breath, and one, tentative step toward the Masters.

TAG: Brutus; Anybody around the Council chambers

 

OOC: this is chukles approved, and is only an NPC.

IC: Raleesha Nomani/ Reception Desk outside the council Chambers

It had been a simply lovely day, very peaceful. The scheduled meeting was finally in session, and the two Knights guarding the doors were as stoic as they all were. They took their duty so seriously. It inspired Ral to do the same, despite sometimes being bored near to tears as the council debated for long hours. She was responsible for letting people know when they could go in, among other minor paperwork details. The old woman much prefered the days that she ruled over the front desk, but this was also a great honor. One that could not be shirked, or cast aside no matter the boredom.

There were two people planned for a meeting today, a Padawan. Lord alone knew what she had done to need to meet with the whole council, but in all likelihood she had done something to get herself in a spot of trouble. The other was a Knight who had just returned from a mission. She never learned the details, but that wasn't her place to know. Receptionist, especially for the Jedi, were there to be useful but not knowledgeable.

The Padawan decided to show up a bit earlier than expected. Her name was Alex?xandria Jinn Ark?add, which caught Rals attention for a moment. It wasn't typical. At least there was one thing these Jedi always were, beyond prompt, which the old woman was quite pleased by. The girl paused and seemed to be staring at the two Knights at the door before starting towards the Council Chambers. That was Rals cue to say something. "I'm sorry darlin', but we can't let you in there yet. They need to go through a few things before they'll start seein' anyone." One look was all the receptionist needed to know there was something troubling the teen. "You doin' ok honey?" She was quite a grandmotherly individual, having many kids and them having kids, and it even going on generation more in some cases. It showed in her manner. Her face was warm, her eyes showing genuine concern. Hopefully she could get Alex'xandria to talk a little bit before facing whatever was going to happen inside. If nothing else they could look at the gardens.

TAG: QUI-GON_REBORN

:snoopy

 

I'll have Lola's up this weekend. THis should keep things moving for now though.

IC: Alexander Rendush
Council Pod, Jedi Temple, Corellia

Alex sat in silence, watching out at the gardens. On the bottom level, he finally saw Vance and Sera move out of the lake and start their way up. Shortly after, Brutus entered. The other Master made little noise as he moved in and sat down.

"Good Morning officially Master, I trust you had a good workout this morning with your padawan?" The inquiry was not unexpected, and a smile crossed Alex?s lips.

?Oh, she?s improved greatly since I took her on. Today she performed exceptionally well? however, I think that I preferred her when she was fourteen. She?s become a little difficult to deal with at times in her age, I?m afraid.? He laughed. Before either could say anything else, Raven strolled into the Pod. The three sat in relative silence, only breaking it to enquire after the health of the others and to comment on the tardiness of Master Vance.

After several more minutes, Alex felt Vance?s very familiar presence outside of the Pod? and he also felt young Sera with him. Interesting. A crooked smile crossed Alex?s face. As the two entered Vance nodded to the other three masters. Alex raised a brow at their soggy appearance, but said nothing. Instead, he pulled out his commlink and whispered to the receptionist. ?It?s a tad bit warm in here. Could you turn the temperature down another ten or so degrees? Thank you.? With a mischievous smile, Alex slipped his commlink away. Vance then spoke.

"My appologies for being late. My padawan and I were in the lake, and the time simply flew. She will be joining us, as I think it will be a fine learning experience for her." Alex?s eyes grew wide, and a look of mock relief covered his face.

?Thank goodness. And here I thought you were abusing our poor younglings? although dragging them to a boring council meeting hardly strikes me as a beneficial learning experience.? He grew serious again. ?But I have no problem with her being here, if the others do not mind. I must say, though, I am relieved you have taken another padawan. I had not thought I?d see that day. Moving on,? Alex looked around to the rest of the Council, his expression mundane and almost disinterested.

?We have several things to discuss today. The Coronet authorities have been having issues with a criminal organization recently. They claim that it is threatening the stability of the Corellian government, though there is little to substantiate that claim. However, as they have graciously accepted us onto their planet, I feel we can look into it. If the Council does not mind, I can see to that personally.? He gave little time for responses, before moving on.

?We have more important issues though. Out of tradition, more than anything, we must debrief Knight Finwerk on his mission to the Hapes Consortium. For the most part, there is little to discuss, but before we continue, is there any other business that needs to be brought before the Council at this time??

TAG: Council Pod
IC: Damon

Damon listening intently as Darth Insipid explained about several of the holocrons in the possession of the Dominion. Damon listened intently, noting the different holocrons mentioned by his Master.

As Insipid drew to a close, he then turned to address the other Sith that had just arrived. Damon listend with only marginal interest as the Dark Lord detailed the missions of the others. Damon was too concerned with why Insipid found it fitting to mention the holocrons. His master never said anything without a purpose. His fears were soon laid to rest as the Master finished with the other two and then addressed Damon once more.

?You shall accompany me to Dathomir. We have an objective to achieve. Go to the library, choose a Holocron. Bring it to my ship. Don?t forget your lightsaber. We?ll have need of it.?

Damon bowed briefly. ?Yes, my master.? He said simply, and then took the dismissal seriously. Without another sound, he turned and disappeared fr

 

Gigias Henruliken
-Entering Corellian Atmosphere

It had been a fairly quick trip, looking at Galactic Time overall, and he was sure that he was near the time he had told the council that he would be back. Gigias had accomplished setting his study up, surprisingly, and had been awake throughout the trip, only taking the other time to take and shower and grab a small smount of food.

He guided the craft through the atmosphere and watched the other ships move down on their respective landing areas. The life of Corellia could be seen through his viewport, shining brightly as a whole biosphere at work. Swooping low above towers and casinos, Gigias landed the ship softly on the Jedi Landing pad as he arrived at the Temple, its glory standing high above the rest of Corellia. The warrior part of him began to think that this is why Jedi were always killed in bunches at the old temples; the enemy knew exactly where to attack.

Gigias hurried off the craft as it was steadily going through the power-down systems. There was a slight air of discomfort and unfamiliarity with the Temple that Gigias felt as he rolled his shoulders, as if the Jedi was going to his last battle.

Arriving extra the Council chambers, he saw the receptionist, Nomani, conversating with a young female Padawan who seemed to be a bit of mild distress. More than mild, but that was because she couldn't hide it well in the Force. There were some Masters in fron tof the Padawan who seemed to be looking her over with assuming eyes. Gigias covered the distance to her and realized that it was late Master Atius' Padawan. No wonder she was emotional.

"Hello, Padawan Ark'add." Gigias' voice naturally sounded wise because it was the same sound as the low growling of a large Cathar. "Let's go have a cup of caf while we wait."

Tag: Q_G_Reborn, Trimaj

 

OOC: I would like to request that none of the other council members post before me, as i've got something that does actually need to be dealt with (as seen in the last couple of posts between myself and QGR). It would be vastly appreciated if you do post that you not raise any other piece of business. Thank you in advance.

:snoopy

 

OOC: I know what is happening, so go ahead. I have something to add to that point.

 

Hope this is alright, if not let me know.

IC: Cain Ras
CorSec HQ, Coronet, Corellia

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[blockquote]Journal Entry 458

[i]My "superiors" in Corsec have set me on a common thug named Rathos Vilethrek. They are punishing me. They don't like it when I take a case on my own without them specifically requesting me. I don't know why they complain, I always speed things up, but this new case has me stumped. No, not Rathos, as I said he is nothing but a common thug, a little brighter than most maybe but easily understood and easily predicted. When I catch him they will put him in a padded cell for a while because of the savageness of his murders, and then he will convince them that he isn't crazy, isn't a danger to himself or the other inmates, and they will let him out among the other prisoners. And he will gather a following, and it will grow and grow and grow until everyone who does not support him is found dead in their cells. He will gather this following, not because he is a good leader or is charismatic, but because he is terrifying. He should have stayed in that padded cell. By the time they realize this it will be to late, he will have murdered at least five inmates in their sleep, possibly as many as ten depending on whether or not he can intimidate the guards. And they will put him back in the padded cell, until he again convinces them that he is "safe". This is why I will be the first to find him. Maybe he isn't such a common thug after all, but he is still boring.[/i][/blockquote]

[hr]
[i]One Week Earlier[/i]


Cain stood in front of the assembled officers of the Corsec Special Crimes unit. By special they meant those unfortunate enough to be tied to him somehow. "Good morning" he said glancing at Sula, his Twilek liaison with Corsec as he said it. He was greeted by a chorus of mumbled responses as a few the officers stared bleary eyed at him.

He smiled at Sula. It was five in the morning.

"Alright, I'll dispense with the pleasantries," he said still smiling. Ras knew it wasn't very Jedi of him, but none of these people liked or respected him, regardless of how many criminals he had caught and regardless of whether or not he was nice to them. Besides, the Profiler wanted them off their game tonight. Except Sula, she understood the nesccity for what he did. What he was.

"As you all know, Rathos Vilethrek brutally murdered twelve women in the eastside over the last few months, and the Force only knows how many more we don't know about or couldn't connect to him.

"We know he has a large force of men, exact number unkown, with him that he controls with an iron fist, manipulation, and severe punishment of any who oppose him. I also believe that he does not allow these men to accompany him on his little 'Hunts'..." An officer in the standing at the back of the room interrupted by raising his hand. Irritated, Cain pointed to him saying "Yes?"

"How do we know that he doesn't take his men with him"? the young officer asked.

"Well for one people would have noticed if any large number of men where moving around with this gu-."

The young officer interrupted again and said "The perp could only be taking a few with him to act as wing men... sir"

Cain looked at the young man for several seconds and then asked in a cold voice "What is your name?"

"Brendon Levine sir, Detective newly transferred from homicide," came promptly.

"Detective, you are very young to hold that rank Levine, that means your either very good at your job or your parents are Edward and Linda Levine, owners of the GSG shipping company." Cain smiled again as he said, "So what did you do too get sent here"?

"Both actually sir, and I was sent here to observe you in the performance of your duty... sir," Lightholder said, wiping the smile from Cains mouth.

"You're not homicide."

"No, now I'm special crimes, sir."

[i]No... no you're Internal Affairs, now's not the time, wait until later... This man is very dangerus.[/i]

"Good to have you Levine," Cain said, changing tactics.

"Good to be here sir."

Cain glanced at Sula again as he got