SWRPF Archive Star Wars:The Wars of Twilight (3,000 years A.B.Y)

IC: Damion Comrada

Looks straight into the barrel of Kane's blaster and begins to smile.

" oh now where talkin, listen there really should be no other reason that could save both our lives, so i am just going to say to you..." then he takes the barrel of the blaster and shoves to his own head "if your gonna pull the trigger than do it, enough with the tough guy talk, lets get some action."

after a couple of seconds nothing has happened, still holding the blaster to his head he looks up

"well, what are you waiting for? you're not gonna do it are you?" he then takes the blaster away from his head and shoves back towards solomon Kane and in an angry tone says,

"If your not gonna kill somebody, don't point a blaster at them. I dislike liers and i HATE empty threats. if that is your form of negotiation, then i don't know how you get around? I know who you are and i know that i answer to you for now, but don't ever point a blaster at me and think that you are going to scare me. you need me, and you know it."


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OOC: Sorry for the delay in posting. My internet was disconnected, so my posting will be sparse on the weekends. I will be posting from work during the week, however.

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IC: Grosh

Grosh stood there and watched as the pecking order began. The other human, Damion something, seemed a bit cocky and egotistical. Grosh new a few guys like that in his days in the military. They usually ended up being one of two kinds of persons: the stupid get your head shot off kind, or the ones that had the nerve to back up the talk. Grosh could only guess that Damion was at least part of the latter group. The one thing that Grosh never questioned was who was actually in charge of the mission. Although Damion might be trying to make a good show, he knew that Solomon Kane was by far the most experienced of the group.

Grosh just stood and listened while Damion made his show. He saw no need to make a show for anyone. He may have only been a hired hand, but Grosh knew he was much more than that. Even surviving into your 30's, being a demolitions expert, was something to brag about. Knowing when and when not to talk was something he learned the hard way. This was one of those times to look good and just listen.

As Solomon said his final words, he started to board the ship. Solomon waved Grosh and Damion on board. As the trio entered the ship, Solom turned and held a gun on both Grosh and Damion.

"So, you heard what the Chief said right? Chancellor lands, taken out, watch out for Jedi, don't blow up ship. Got it? Oh and one more thing, what special role do you see yourselves playing in this mission and why shouldn't i just kill you right now?"

Grosh admired the directness of his approach. He held his tongue for a moment, seeing if Damion would speak first. When he didn't, Grosh stepped forward.

"Let me first say that while I may just be a hired hand, I do have more to give than just what I'm paid for. I served in the Alliance military for 8 years, specializing in demolitions and close quarters combat. In those years I fought across numerous planets and against numerous enemies. I know how to get in and out of buildings, and just about anything else, with a minimal footprint if required. My expretise in demolitions has served me well, and I've never failed in my missions."

Knowing that this would do little to impress Solomon, Grosh finalized, "And if I don't complete my mission, then I die trying. Surrender is for the weak."

Grosh stepped back, waiting.

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Planet: Coruscant
IC: Janice Filo

Janice had been sent to Coruscant to try and get as close to the Chancellor as possible. She never thought that she would get this close. Things were going far better than she had hoped. As she stood in the shower, the water running down her body, she thought about the events from last night. The Chancellor Oberon had taken her out for a evening on Coruscant. It was amazing. She genuinely had a good time, which wasn't rare for her, but to have one on the Alliance's credits... that made it even better. As she finished her shower, she put on a very revealing camosile and matching undergarment. She only partly dired her body, making sure that the lights would accent her in all the right places.

She walked into the room, where the Oberon was dressing. She walked up to him, pressing her body against him, and passionately kissed him. She then walked over to the side of the room and began choosing her outfit for the day.

" Honey," said Oberon, his trimed goatie and hair making him look very regal, "I am off to Tatooine today. Do you wanna come? "

Janice sat there for a moment, smiling at him.

This is perfect, she thought to herself.

"I'm delighted that you would even ask me, Chancellor," seductively enforcing the last word, "I've been there a couple of times. I suppose that if you have business to attend to there, I'll be pretty bored. Unless I, say, go to the local shops and possibly purchase some... things for us later."

She looked up at him with her 'come over here' eyes. She leaned back on the bed, waiting to see Oberon's response. She pretty much knew what his reaction would be. Jedi or not, he was still a man.


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IC: Damion Comrada

After Solomon kane was finished with his interigation of the two bounty hunters, Damion looks towards Grosh

"no that the boss has left, you don't have to run through hoops any more so answer honestly, what is your opinion of me? do you think i am trying to get attention? Do you really think i would lower myself to that standard? you on the other hand need to stop and understand that your a bounty hunter now, not a soldier, you don't have to answer to anybody. show a little spine, you have the ability to be great and not just some scumbag hired hand. you are a killer. there is a reason why you are here and that is because you are one of the best with explosives, you don't hesitate to kill and you don't need to be so damn obedient."

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IC Solomon Kane

"If your not gonna kill somebody, don't point a blaster at them. I dislike liers and i HATE empty threats. if that is your form of negotiation, then i don't know how you get around? I know who you are and i know that i answer to you for now, but don't ever point a blaster at me and think that you are going to scare me. you need me, and you know it." Damion had sneered at him. He HATED people that sneered at him.

BANG!

The blaster shot rang throughout the hanger and many people turned to see what the fuss was about. Damion didnt appear to be threatened or shocked but that was probably just his stupid front. The smoke still curled up around the guns barrel and the blast had seared a whole in the wall just to the side of where Damion stood.

"Do you want to know something Damion, i bet your expecting me to say that i like that kind of attitude and that were going to get along just fine, but trust me we arent. I HATE jumped up little Bantha dung like you and i think you now why i have been chosen to lead this mission. Just remember, i may need you now but you know what i might not need you in a weeks time. Thats a threat.

As for you Grosh, i like your respect, you have my garentee, for the time being at least, that you will have my full support and not be threatend with any kind of harm from myself."

He turned and began to start up the ships engine.

"Oh and one more thing Damion, it's not jumping through hoops, be careful what you say, you never know who might be listening."

The snarl on Solomons face gave nothing away as it was the way is face had been for around 20 years, yet if you looked closely you could just make out a small glimmer of a smile. He knew this was going to be a good hunt.

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IC: Damion Comrada


"Oh i like where this is going. you know something, (saracasticly) i think were going to get along, i think were gonna pals." he then looks at him "so what is next on the agenda."


he then goes and takes his seat in order to wait for a reply. he then gives a satisfied smirk as if he is happy with what has just happened. he looks then at grosh who continued his hard soldier look, nothing supicious about him, then he looks back at Kane and sees a vague smile. he then thinks to himself,

"I wonder whats gonna happen next."

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The Sith:

On a dark room in the Fyur headquarters stood a hologram of an imposing Sith, the Supreme Overlord himself Belthazor Incame, or as his SIth name said Darth Belial. He was a tall and dark man, seemingly motionless. His dark robes were custome made, the fabric beneat5h the black outer coat was red. Hi steeeth were sharp, he was nothing more than a Human but as his powers had deformed him such as Palpatine had been years ago so too did he mutilate his teeth in order to reinforce his grotesquenesss and ferocity, Belthazor was a man who knew his history and culture, he would never make the same mistakes other Sith had before him, then again he might make new ones. Kneeled before the hologram were two Sith, young as they were they were ideal for the job, a simple task.

" Greetings my young Sith, the matter of your task is simple go with the Fyur Representative to Coruscant, protect him from anyone or anything. The Fyur will be must usefull in bringing about the end of the Jedi. Bewary of the Jedi however, they are mindless puppetts, but powerful nonetheless. Do not by under anu circumstances even engage in battle with any council member, and especially the Grand Master, he is mine to deal with when the time comes. Be mindful of this, Bathumei Baradar can kill you without even lifting afinger. Now any questions my friends?"

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IC: Yaseen Jor

" Yes the Sith are like Jedi, albeit more powerful and from what I can tell have similiar goals like us. We need force users to deal with the Jedi. And as a token of the new partnership they have agreed to send two of their members to escort you to Coruscant, granted you will have extra Fyur security as well."

As the Bounty Hunters squabled, Jor was in his office when one of his officals told him of th epety fihgt. Yaseen took the comlink and said to Yomass-" Excuse me one moment Yomass._

He turn on the comlink-"My friends there is precious time to waste, go to Mos Espa, there will be a Zabrak there named Ithorak, go and meet him he will give you everything you neeed after that, I need you to make a little extra bounty for me, since the CHancellor is a few days offf from getting here, after you get the equipment needed go to the Mos Espa hotel named " Riun Hey" there is a Fyur there, once one of my greatest captains, a Ithorian named Agraht, kill him, he has become a spy for the Alliance."

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IC: Oberon


The Twi'lek had called him to bed, again, he smiled, with the force he tickled her a bit, caresing and soothing her. Oberon was truly in love-" You can go anywhere you want my love ." The little clothes he had put on he took off and joined her in bed.........


After that mourning the Twilke and the Chancellor were at his office flirting abit, smiling and talking of the trip. Howver a hologram appeared, that of Yen Ursel, the man looked a bit surprised at first with scene of the Twi'lek wraping her arms around the Chancellor's neck, however as the couple recomposed quickly so did the secretary-" Umm... my lord?"

"Yes, Mr. Ursel?"- said Oberon with his charming calm self.

" Your father has called he and your brother will meet you in about and hour."

" ALright, thank you Ursel."- the hologram dissapeared.

"Look Janice, I love you, but remember who my father is, I still want to be sure you want this, cause after I introduce you as my girlfriend there is no turning back. Try and be relaxed and don't try and hide anything from him, believe even me a Jedi have tried and it doesn't work. So do still want in?"

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Jedi:


The kid had attitude, Arnur liked that. "OK kid, you're all right for now. Don't mess up. So dad, what's this new assignment me and the kid are gonna have?"

Bathumei rose from his chair soemhtign must unusual in these meetigns-" Arnur I want you and Tarzian to escort your brother Oberon to Tatooine."

" He can handle himself but alright sounds simple eno

 

IC Solomon Kane: Solomon's Ship

The com-link crackled into life and over the air waves Yassen Jor's voice whispered,

My friends there is precious time to waste, go to Mos Espa, there will be a Zabrak there named Ithorak, go and meet him he will give you everything you neeed after that, I need you to make a little extra bounty for me, since the CHancellor is a few days offf from getting here, after you get the equipment needed go to the Mos Espa hotel named " Riun Hey" there is a Fyur there, once one of my greatest captains, a Ithorian named Agraht, kill him, he has become a spy for the Alliance."

The instructions were clear and Solomon liked that. His mission had been set, as a Bounty Hunter he lived for this thrill and now he had a task he would do anything he could to accomplish it, and for Solomon that meant anything.
He powered up the ships engines and, with the two miserable criminals in the back, he set off to Mos Espa. A short trip but he liked a good warm up kill before the main event.

"Ok guys," he shouted to his accomplishes " were off to meet Ithorak and then on to a bit of a killing spree, starting with Mr. Agraht. We might even have a couple of drinks inbetween." Solomon joked. Which was unusual yet he did have a good feeling about this.

With that the ship left the hanger and set off towards Mos Espa.

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IC: Demitri Keyile



Demitiri was kneeling in front of the hologram with his headed lowered in respect to the sith overlord. he listened to the instructions of belthazor

" Greetings my young Sith, the matter of your task is simple go with the Fyur Representative to Coruscant, protect him from anyone or anything. The Fyur will be must usefull in bringing about the end of the Jedi. Bewary of the Jedi however, they are mindless puppetts, but powerful nonetheless. Do not by under anu circumstances even engage in battle with any council member, and especially the Grand Master, he is mine to deal with when the time comes. Be mindful of this, Bathumei Baradar can kill you without even lifting afinger. Now any questions my friends?"

After belthazor was finished, Demitiri lifted his headed,

"i have no questions my master. I will be sure to be mindful of the jedi's power, but your will shall be done."

he then stands up, and begins to walk towards to door to the room, he stopped at the entrance of the door. he was waiting for the zabrak sith to reply to belthazor.

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IC: Damion Comrada

Damion sat there in the ship listening to the comlink and thining about the mission at hand. the link stops and he hears solomon kane start to speak.

"Ok guys," he shouted to his accomplishes " were off to meet Ithorak and then on to a bit of a killing spree, starting with Mr. Agraht. We might even have a couple of drinks inbetween."

he then starts in after a few moments of silence

"so we just go in and kill the ithorak. seems easy enough." then he pulls out his vibro knife and begins to look at it "so i guess one of us is going to kill mr. agraht. i wonder who?" he then looks up at knane.

"what do you think (sarcasticly) sir?" he then gives of a little hand salute.

 

Jedi

IC Tarzian Mall:

After being briefed on his first mission Tarzian felt a sense of belonging and acceptence that he hadn't felt since his parent's had been killed by that dreaded murderer Solomon Kane.
This new found belonging fuelled his passion to become a great Jedi Knight even more, he would prove to Arnur that he is worthy to be his Padawan.

After his Master had left he was left with the old wise Bathumei, whos grey eyes were so enchanting you could get lost in them. He talked to Tarzian of a troubled past that his Master had, yet he put this to one side at the moment as he had more pressing matters to hand, he was to go on his first mission! And it suddenly dawned on him that he must find his Master!

"I must go find my Master," he whispered half to himself, yet Bathumei heard him and his enchanting eyes turned cold showing his dissaproval of the plan. Yet Tarzian couldn't be stopped and he was sprinting out to find Arnur before Bathumei could even open his mouth.

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Planet: Tatooine
IC: Grosh

"no that the boss has left, you don't have to run through hoops any more so answer honestly, what is your opinion of me? do you think i am trying to get attention? Do you really think i would lower myself to that standard? you on the other hand need to stop and understand that your a bounty hunter now, not a soldier, you don't have to answer to anybody. show a little spine, you have the ability to be great and not just some scumbag hired hand. you are a killer. there is a reason why you are here and that is because you are one of the best with explosives, you don't hesitate to kill and you don't need to be so damn obedient."

The words from Damion Comrada had stung. Not too much, but enough to make Grosh think about what he had just said. His reply to Damion's admonition was curt.

"I'm still trying to figure you out, actually. I'm not a suck up, but I do give respect to where it's do. I'll try and take your advice to heart. Who knows? Maybe this trip will teach me something. Maybe it will teach us all something."

Grosh smiled and walked past Damion to the cockpit, taking the rear nav seat. The com came into the ship, giving them their first target as a group. The excitement began to course through his veins, although he was cool and collected on the exterior. He always got like that before a mission, he always had. It had saved his life more than once. As the sounds of the engines warming up reverberated through the floor, Grosh closed his eyes.


He could hear the explosions of the battle field, and smell the decay of burnt flesh. Around him were the sounds of blaster fire and heavy artillery. He was with his squad, running between buildings. It was night and the moon on Naboo was hiding in the shadows of the planet. Perfect for covert ops. Not so perfect to pull of an assassination without a hick-up.

"Demo one," came the voice over the head set, "you are green for breach on west wall."

"Copy that," he replied.

He pulled out his pack and set his charges in an "X" formation on the wall. He put the remote detonator on the explosives. He looked over at his teammate, Victor.

"Quick bang and go. Back two, then bang. Rush on two, I've got your six."

Victor gave him a thumbs up, moving back about two meters from where they were. He crouched down behind a dumpster. Grosh ran behind the dumpster, lifting the protective cap over the remote trigger. He thumbed the trigger, and instantly explosions rocked the night.


Grosh sat up quickly, the lift of the ship startling him back into the present. He rubbed his eyes and looked over at his companions. Solomon was busy getting the ship into the air. Damion, on the other hand, was looking at Grosh. He had a look on his face, like wanting to ask a question, or perhaps wanting to criticize Grosh.

"What?" Grosh challenged.

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IC: Lorcaan

Lorcaan knelt beside Demitri, both Sith listening to every word Darth Belail said. Once the instructions were given, Demitri responded and got up to leave. Lorcaan had a question for the Sith Overlord.

"Master, I know your time is precious, but I am having a problem. Now that I have become a Sith Knight, I know that it is customary to take a title of Darth. I am still trying to find my name with the help of the Dark Side, but it has eluded me so far. I was wondering if you had any suggestions?"

Lorcann kept kneeling, his head bowed. He knew he was taking a risk in asking the Overlord a stupid question such as this, but he wanted a title. Something that would inspire fear in people, much the way the name Darth Maul must have done thousands of years ago.


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Planet: Coruscant
IC: Janice

Jancie stood back for a second. Meeting the Jedi was one thing. Meeting father of the Chancellor... that was something else entirely. It made no difference at this point. She wouldn't hide anything. She was the Chancellor's girlfriend, and he was in love with her.

"It might be a bit intimidating, given who your father is, but I will try my best. I'm so excited, officailly going to be the girlfriend of a Chancellor. Who would have thought?"

She quickly bent down and kissed Oberon.

She stood and looked down at her clothes. Although they were professional, they did show a lot of skin. She looked at Oberon.

"Do you think I should change into something a bit more formal?"

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IC: Oberon Baradar

He kissed Janice, he was happpy she wanted to meet his father, this woman was the one she wanted as his bride even with the Race disferrence, his Jedi trainning hadn't prepared him for this. At her suggestion Oberon look at her kindly and lovingly: "I think you're right. Dress to impress my mother always said."- he laughed a bit in fact the reason why was that Janice remembered him of his mother Nira Baradar a proud Jedi Headmistress from Naboo who had paced away many years ago. Janice was just as fiery and sweet as his mother which was weird and rare combination but one he enjoyed much. Button blinked red on the CHancellor's desk, Oberon got a bit hasty-" Umm, darling why don't you get dressed in my private office, I think I have there some dresses you might like."- said Oberon hastily however his tone expressed the idea that he had bought clothes for his love Janice FIlo. As Janice left she noticed a dark hooded hologram appear before the Chancellor but the door closed and she could see no more.

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Sorry for moving Janice from the offic elike it's for story pourposes. You can react the way you want to to the event 92SE-R




IC: Belthazor Incame, the Supreme Overlord

The Sith were loyal no question, one did not question him, he liked that. However Belthazor felt annoyed by the other's simple request. Yet he enjoyed the fact that the Sith Knight reveared his opinion above all. So as a small token of appreciation Belthazor consulted the dark lords of the past. The room shook and a shadow crept ove rit. The two Sith shrunk back as they felt Belthazor's true power, an awesome abyss of darknesss swallowing the whole. A power so great and terrible that it might as well have been both their power increased a thousands over. " You shall be known as Darth Wraith."- Belthazor smiled evily-" A good name, you have a promising career, as do you Demitri. Now enough squabling you have waste dboth our times quite enough. Go to Yomass Yul accompany him to Coruscant, and by the way there kill Senator Hans Jeers from Corellia, I believe he might be a cause for trouble later. WHen our plans come into fruction." The hologram dissapeared and the Sith were left to do as instructed.

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IC: Bathumei and Arnur

Bathumei sensed something in the boy, nothing new. Yet it was troubling. HASTINESS. Sad, information on his master would have helped him sooth ties quicklier. However he would earn the hard, but like Bathumei knew it was better.

IN the bar in the ship Arnur was drinking something light, when he saw the Jedi Kid runnign up to him. He got annoyed, but then again he didn't stay with his father which meaqnt the kid genuinely wanted to learn from him not kiss up to anybody that was always good news. He loved his dad but he did tell alot of stories, funny yes, but too much for his taste sometimes. Loren and Kira had always love to sit and hear his father's tales. Oberon love only a selct few and him well after a while he grew bore dof them. However Bathumei was not aboring type. On the contrary Arnur learned each day from hios pop. " You got bored Tarzan?"- he teased he knew his name but the kid had to get to earn his respect.

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IC: Yaseen Jor


Yaseen looked at Yomass-" Look Yul, I personally garantee your safety above all this Sith are not to be toyed with. They are supposed to meeet you at the our private Hangar."- he waved to Yomass the conversation was definately over.

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IC: Damion Comrada


He sat there starring at grosh, his eyes just giving grosh a sense of discomfort or a sense of caution. he thought to himself that maybe this grosh guy could be of some use to him later in the future. so he just sat there staring at him waiting for him to take notice of the sinister look. the he saw grosh look at both of the bounty hunters on the ship, both kane and damion, but when he got to damion he took notice of the gaze. feeling theratend he replyed "what?!"

Damion looked at him and then began to start an obnoxious laugh, " HA HA HA HA, you look scared, you look like you haven't killed anybody before. Don't worry i'll wa;l you through it.

Pulls out his vibro knife " all you have to do is get up close right? then, cut the throat from ear to ear and watch the life slip out of their eyes." He then makes the throat cutting motion with the knife "it's pretty simple really."

the ship then hits a little bit of turbulence disrubting the conversation.







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IC: Demitri Keyile


The silence was finally broken when Lorcaan asked his question "Master, I know your time is precious, but I am having a problem. Now that I have become a Sith Knight, I know that it is customary to take a title of Darth. I am still trying to find my name with the help of the Dark Side, but it has eluded me so far. I was wondering if you had any suggestions?" Demitri then thought to himself, "a valid question indeed." he then began to listen closer to the reply of the overlord

" You shall be known as Darth Wraith. A good name, you have a promising career, as do you Demitri. Now enough squabling you have waste dboth our times quite enough. Go to Yomass Yul accompany him to Coruscant, and by the way there kill Senator Hans Jeers from Corellia, I believe he might be a cause for trouble later. WHen our plans come into fruction." The hologram dissapeared.
during the moment of silence between the answer Demitri felt a strong sensation in the force, it felt as if the dark side had been pushing through the universe. he knew that the power could only come from Belthazor himself. during this period of intense force concentration he found his darth title. he thought that he shall be now known as Darth Angras-Manyu. he felt the name suitable for himself because of his dark and sinister nature.

He then looked at the newly enstated Darth Wraith

" you know our orders, we have to leave at once and rendevous with representative Yull then we will kill senator Hans Jeers as instructed. i belive you know as well as i do there must not be any mistakes. Now we need to leave quickly."
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OOC: DarthZordon, not a problem. It was a needed push to keep the plot and story shaded.

Planet: Coruscant
IC: Janice Filo

Janice walked into the room when she saw a hooded figure appear on the desk of Oberon. Just as fast, the door to the room closed, denying her the chance to hear, or see, the conversation. As she walked through the private office of Oberon, she saw more than a few dresses hanging up in a side closet. As she walked over to it, she could see how beautiful the dresses were.

She picked one up and held it up in front of her. It was her favorite color, a deep burnt orange, with intricate patterns of blue and white. She walked over to the mirror and held the dress against her body. She had a good eye for size and she was pretty sure that this dress was indeed her size. She stopped for a moment and looked at the other dresses, about fifteen of them, and noticed that they all seemed to be the same size. She knew this was no coincidence. All the dresses had been bought for her specifically. She took a deep breath.

"You can do this," she quietly whispered to herself, "You have a job to do."

She removed the protective film from the dress, hanging it on the hook by the mirror, and began to undress.

forty minutes later

Janice always took her time when getting dressed, making sure she looked her best. She stood in front of the mirror again, looking at her ensemble. The dress was elegant, and fit her form well. She chose a pair of shoes with a three inch heel, just something to give her a little more height. She did a few turns, making sure that everything fit right, and was in it's place. Satisfied, she bagan to walk to the door. She stopped short of it. Despite the intimate nature of their releationship, Janice knew better than to just walk in to the Chancellors office unannounced.

She walked over to the desk in the office and chimed the Chancellors desk.

"Just let me know when your ready for me," she said in her sweetest voice.

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IC: Lorcaan

Darth Wraith

The name given Lorcaan by the Overlord was even better than he was hoping. He knew the risk in asking what he did, but now he could see the rewards of it. He stood in the room for a moment, fully absorbing the after effects of the dark side that still lingered in the room.

"You know our orders, we have to leave at once and rendevous with representative Yull then we will kill senator Hans Jeers as instructed. i belive you know as well as i do there must not be any mistakes. Now we need to leave quickly," Demitri finally said.

"Indeed. We should take your ship, as mine is not as fast as yours. Plus, I still need to get a new one. Something more fitting for a Sith Knight, something for a Darth," Lorcaan said with an evil smile.

Darth Wraith turned to the side and held his arm out, in a gesture for Demitri to take the lead.

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IC: Grosh

The laugh of Damion grated against Grosh. It was all Grosh could do to not jump out of the seat and tackle the smug man. Grosh thought better of it though, knowing that they all needed each other for the time being. Damion mockingly told Grosh how easy it was to kill someone.

Grosh couldn't help but laugh, it was a thing that most people in the military did to break tense situations.

"Yeah, thanks, I'll keep that in mind," he said to Damion.

The ship suddenly shuddered, hitting turbulence.

BANG! The explosives on the wall ripped apart the night sky.

Grosh tightened his belt a little more, not wanting to get jarred out into the cockpit. As he looked out the windows, he saw nothing but sand. He hated this kriffing planet, and couldn't wait to leave.

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IC Tarzian Mall:

" You got bored Tarzan?"

He had found Arnur, and this was exactly the response he had expected, a mocking tone to his voice showed that he wanted to keep a distance from Tarzian until he proved himself, and Tarzian was going to make sure that he did exactly that.

"So when do we leave for the mission? Do you reckon i could get any tips or training before then?" He asked with a sneaky smile.

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IC Solomon Kane:


The ship had met some terbulance near Mos Espa air space. And he was glad because it meant a stop to the bickering and constant drivel that spouted from the mouth of that arrogant Damion.

"Keep it down back there were just coming into land now and then were off to get us some equipment."

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IC: Grosh

Ah, he liked the sound of that. Buying supplies. Grosh would soon be more in his element, and possibly show the two bounty hunters why he was coming along. Grosh was already calculating in his head the list of items he wanted and would need. The Chancellor was a Jedi, and he knew personally how hard they were to take down. While he couldn't blow up the ship itself, Grosh knew of other ways to distract and confuse people, Jedi included. The only thing that concerned him was the Twi'lek that was a Fyur spy. She wasn't to be harmed, and that made things a little more complicated.

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IC Solomon Kane:

He landed the ship smoothly at the airbase in Mos Espa and suddenly a good feeling rushed through him, this was going to go well, he could feel it. He also liked buying supplies so this could turn out to be more fun than he had anticipated. Grosh, it would appear, had the same feeling, it was like he could read his mind. If it wasnt for that sour man Damion this could go very smoothly, maybe he should try and at least be friendly to the guy.

"Hey Damion, before we set off for supllies, is there anything you want to say, you know about the mission and that?" He look at him and expected some very sarcastic remark, but he had to take a chance on him sooner or later.

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IC: Oberon

Like all polititians Oberon had a secret, but a secrte kept so well that not even his love Jnaice knew. And as he sensed her walking nearer he stated the following to the hooded figure-" I'll talk to you afterwards."- the hologram dissaperead and a few seconds later Janice came through the doors. She looked beautiful as always. " Darling ready to meet the powerful Bathumei Baradar? Tell me have you ever heard of his stories?"

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IC: Arnur

" Kid we leave when we visit my kid brother after he and dad get to business then we leave. Now I normally do the talking but since dad's here he'll do must of it, however since I myslef am Oberon big brother I usually get more confortable talking to him. So don't expect a very formal meeting it's more of a family reunion, I haven't seen my brother in person at least over 3 months."- he smirked a bit- " It's sad, he's handsome and sofisticated and still can't get married. Even Loren has a girlfriend, hehe."- he took a drink-" Kira, my little sister is about to get one too I think. But I don't like to interfere too much. "- He looked at Tarzian- " Look if you want my advice it's simple, listne to what everyone says and later ask me any questions. But make this clear any stupid question you ask I'll just ignore it, okay?"- he look suddenly at Tarzian not with rage but a dissaproving look-" I hope you turn out better than you look. And for the record this conversation is over. Cause we just arrived a tthe Senate."


Both Jedi looked out as the ship began landing on the Senate

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OOC: This is something for the bounty hunter to get a sense of were they are going when you get here just tag me and I'll respond as when you go to kill Captian Agraht. BTW bobmarley Yomass Yul will soon board a ship witht he Sith.


IC:

Tatooine was in broad daylight, the wind was picking up pace and as the ships form the bounty hunters arrived near Mos Espa they knew they had to find shelter quickly as a dangerous sandstorm lingered from afar. In Mos Espa, Ithorak leaned in closer to the cash register. His little slave Iklin, a relatively old Ewok, worked ahrd in keeping clean the shop. Ithorak smiled greedily. As his hands counted more and more money. His shop was near the Bar, and by far was the best shop for killing devices, his product came from Mandolorian craftsman that still lingered though the galaxy. They were deadly but best of all precise. Flamethrowers, VIbroblades, axes, guns, thermal detonaors. One last slave appeared, a Human near her 20s, she was a beautiful lady, supple lips, long black hair that curled in the ends, deep blue eyes, she had a seductress look about her yet it was clear she was very innocent. Her clothes were obvoiusly meant to draw attention from men. Her breat were almost exposed since her dressed was taken from one the Hutts dancers. Next to her was sick man, her father, a bearded man who looked nothing like her except they strangely shared the same deep blue eyes. Her name was KIRA and he was LOREN.To the ignorant they were but contraband slaves, but for those who could feel through the force they were powerful Force users, the youngest sons of Bathumei Baradar were hiding in the shop, as spies for the Jeid and the Galactic Alliance. Most impressive is they could assume the farce so well. The Baradars were there to protect the Alliance spy in the Fyur Movement.

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OOC: Again you don't have to react now, however this post will help move the story, how and when you get here is not really important. Just tag me when you get here okay? hehe