Jedi Academy Dorms Thread ver.7.0

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Scruff wondered how much Draco remembered from the fight in the jungle several months previously. He had taken a hard knock or three. "Familiar how?" Was all he asked.

"She looks exactly how my wife did twenty-five years ago."

"I know that after the Emperor died, for several years there were random attacks on suspected rebel sympathizers." Scruff told him. "I remember when your place was hit. That was after Bakura if I remember right."

"A little while after, yeah," the pirate agreed.

Scruff rubbed his hand across his jaw. "She is about the same age your daughter would be now. Truth of it is, she has amnesia after a recent,..accident. We don't know anything about her background before she came here. Let's take a walk down to the infirmary."

 

Azanti had been mulling over something in her head. She had finally made her decision. Now it was time to act on that decision. She was going to need help to what she had to do.

She found Obi and Ping who had just been joined by Kev and his new apprentice. They were standing outside observing one of the classes. As she approached, Talon, Orco, Kara, and Kristy also joined the group.

She greeted everyone then added, "I have an errand I would like to run. I will however, need the help of two others." After explaining the nature of the 'errand,' she received two volunteers. They told Azanti they could be ready to go in less than an hour.

 

Volunteers? Volunteers for what??

And drat, I missed a chance to see Cam off.

 

Nat nearly laughed when Kirn took a stab at her peice of fruit cut it neatly in half just like she was supposed to and then glared at Cam and Trina as she ate it. It wasn't often that Kirn's stubborn side was sufficiently hidden for her to actually act proper. Which ammounted to once every millenia or so.

"Kirn try not to scowl so much," Nat managed out before letting a small chuckle pop in.

"Perfectly in character too," Trina mentioned. "Tiera would scowl at anyone telling her to do anything."

"How about Ronin," Keez suggested as Jag and he entered the aft cabin. "We are outsiders."

"Sounds funny," Kirn mentioned. "Might make a good name for a ship though."

"And what does the princess in our group suggest," Jag said, though there was no mistaking the sarcastic tone to his voice.

"I dunno," she leaned back catching Cam's eye before putting her boot up on the table. Cam laughed lightly in the background. "We're talking something along the lines of the Rogues or the Wraiths right."

"Yep," Jag replied.

"Kirn get your foot off the table," Trina said heading for the forward cabin.

"Well you can't use Chimeara or Gemini," Nat mentioned plucking up a peice of fruit. "They're already taken." She sat back munching on it. Wondering if they'd ever actually agree on a name. Considering they'd gone through all the raiders names and were onto the next set.

"We could be Echos," Kirn suggested and then frowned. "No sounds strange."

"Yep," Jag and Keez pulled out chairs and sat down. "Avengers."

"Well," Keez replied and then both Kirn and he frowned. "Nope."

"Too melodramatic."

"Get seated people," Trina's voice came through the intercomm. "We're on approach to Courscant."

Nat slid into the vacant seat that strangely happened to be near Cam. It wasn't really on purpose, well maybe a little. She strapped herself in and sat munching on the bit of fruit as they continued their arguements over a name. They could be at it for days. Well actually it was more likely they would be at it for days.

"Massassi Raiders," Ami suggested.

They all looked at eachother, for a moment it seemed they might prove her wrong. And then almost as one they shook their heads. "Nope," Keez added after their agreement on that matter. "Still sounds funny."

She'd finished her fuit tossing the core into the disposal unit. And then yawned, hmm...was the whole trip going to be like this or just this part. Which was about the time she'd noticed Cam's hand on her leg. A black eyebrow rose in surprise, usually she noticed such things. The shuttle bucked a little as it caught the atmosphere, only briefly interuppting the conversation.

"Well Jedi and Sith are out too," Sam mentioned after the brief pause. "Not as if they would sound right either."

"Wonder if the Republic has any spare squad names lying around," Jag asked as the ship settled onto the landing pad.

"They might," Nat mentioned unstrapping herself. "Well deary, shouldn't we all be going." She looked over at Cam smiling softly.

 

"What about the A Team?" "Or how about X-Men?"

"Okay, everyone, knock it off. Get into character. We're ambassadors here for the twentieth anniversary of the New Republic, not a senior trip on spring break." Cam adjusted his suit and placed a hand around Nat's waist as they exited the ship onto the platform. An airtaxi was already waiting to take them to their hotel suite.

Jagon was observing everything around himself and Kirney in typical bodyguard fashion. Terice was playing the role of a slave girl who was pretending not to be a slave. Stoagy and Ami were amazed by the megopolis that was Coruscant. Keez was trying to remember if he left anything dangerous plugged in back at the base.

Natia couldn't very well show up in her natural form, so she had adopted a human appearance. Cam had dyed his hair black and had covered up the scar on his cheek with an almost unnoticable synthetic flesh. He stifled a yawn as a baggage handler transferred their belongings into the aircab. With all of the last minute preparations, no one had gotten much use out of the bunks aboard the diplomatic transport.

 

Azanti had a feeling of deja' vu as the TIE Phantom began its decent to the landing field outside of Crisella's palace. The three delta wings gave the fighter a sleek appearance. Instead of the traditional ball cockpit, the Phantom's cockpit resembled those on Corellian freighters. Although it's speed was only in the class of the TIE Starfighter, it also featured hyperdrive, life support, and a cloaking device. The craft had recently been acquired by the Jedi Academy.

Over a year had passed since Azanti's last visit. It did not smell any better than it had before. Once again, the palace guards stupidly resisted her arrival. Instead of Bain and Destroyer, this time Azanti was flanked by two people wearing the robes and armor of Royal Imperial Guards. Azanti herself was once again wearing black robes with her hood over her head, but Crisella noted the swell of her lower abdomen.

The first Weequay that charged the guards held a club high over his head. The first Royal Guard smashed him in the gut with the butt end of a staff. A second blow to the top of the Weequay's head rendered him unconscious. Another Weequay aimed a rifle at the second Guard and recieved the vibroblade end of a staff through his chest for his trouble. An Aqualish rushed in. One of the Guards turned to the side and used the Aqualish's momentum against himself. He crashed hard against the wall. A Devaronian found a foot in his chest, and as the Guard dropped to his back, he rolled and flipped the Devaronian across the room.

As the Aqualish struggled to his feet, he pulled a vibroblade from a sheath. He threw the blade at one Guard's back. The guard spun and caught the blade in his own staff weapon. Spinning it, he flung the vibroblade back at his attacker, impaling him in the chest. The remaining palce guards slowly began to realize that hand to hand fighting was not going to work against the pair of highly trained men in the outdated armor. As blasters were drawn, the pair became scarlet blurs of motion. A slashing move here, a buttstroke there. Spin, turn, smash. The floor became slick with the blood of several species, but none from the three intruders.

Within moments, all of Crisella's guards lay motionless on the floor. Some were dead, others merely unconscious. None were going to be happy for several days. Crisella was furious, but he knew better than to incur the wrath of the Dathomori witch. "What have I done for you to do this to me? Lord Quizen is dead. I have no cause to pay tribute any longer." Azanti noted that Crisella was careful to speak basic.

 

"I did not come here to fight with your hirelings. I came here to make a suggestion to you. I suggest it would be in your best interest, to call off the bounty of the head of Captain Draco." Her voice was cool and level. Crisella could not mistake the tone of a threat if he did not comply.

"May I ask why you request this of me?"

"Because he amuses me," Azanti replied. "I may have a use for him myself."

"If I may be so bold," the Hutt continued. "I had been led to believe that you were now aligned with the Jedi. Yet your appearance hints that you still serve the Sith. If that is so, who shall the child serve, the Sith, or the Jedi?"

"My allegience, and that of my child, is of no concern to you. Your only concern is to void the bounty on Draco. Need I remind you of what I told you last time I was here?" Crisella shuddered as he gazed into those icy violet orbs beneath the hooded robe.

"It will be as you say."

Azanti and her escorts made their way back to the ship. Once the ship had broken orbit, the two pilots removed their helmets. The young woman to the left shook out her blonde hair and turned to the redhead next to her. The twins exchanged a high five. "Now that was an ass-kicking." Kara turned to say something to Azanti, but noticed the older woman was biting her lower lip.

"Ladies, that was most impressive back there," Azanti said. "If you really want to impress me, get us to Dathomir in record time. Call the Academy and tell my husband if he knows what's good for him, he'll meet us there. The baby is going to be a little bit early."

 

After breakfast, Scruff and Captain Draco made their way to the infirmary lab. The results of the test were completed. "The student Juram would most likely have been able to have the test results much sooner," the droid began, "but, the results are conclusive. Taking into consideration that genetic altering had been performed on the subject in question at some point during infancy, and not having a maternal tissue sample to examine."

Draco was growing impatient. "Cut out all the scientific garbage and give me the bottom line,you long-winded tin can."

"Yes, sir," the droid continued. "There is a 99.7% chance that the girl is your offspring."

Before Draco could respond, a voice came over the intercom requesting Scruff to report to the communications room. He was given the mesage that his wife was enroute to Dathomir. Kev and Obi had correctly assumed it was a message from Azanti and had gone to the comm center as well. Scruff passed along the message to them, then added, "Anyone up for a road trip?"

 

"Welcome to the hotel Courscant," greeted the matron of the hotel. "We are honored to have you with us."

"Hanz," Trina greeted. "I hope you have sufficent space for them."

"Yes a state room has been prepaired for you," he replied. Kirn wondered how it was that Trin knew his name. Well if she knew it it meant that he was one of her people. "Number two fifty six on the third floor up." Jag was still playing body guard, Kirn was doing her best to look totally bored with things. Though Ami and Stoagy's facination still held. As if they'd never seen Courscant. Nat was being playful with Cam, though something about the pair stressed that they might explode on this mission. Sam was hanging on Zak's arm chatting up business as the turbolift ascended to their level. Terice was looking sufficiently worried, almost like a slave that wasn't used to not acting like one.

It was a nice hotel from the looks of it. Wonder how she managed to pay for it, Kirn thought silently to herself. Though it took her a moment to realize that Trina hadn't joined them. She looked around as if she were inspecting what price she could fetch for the turbo lift, and indeed Trina was not there. Odd. Well just as long as she could get out of this ridiculous outfit, how one being could manage to stand such clothing was beyond her.

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"Nice place," Jag commented upon entry into the state rooms they'd be sharing on Courscant for the remainder of the mission. There was a large living room in the central section, a small kitchenette off to the corner, and four bedrooms arranged in various places around the room. The holo unit was on the wall closest to the door, leaving a wide bay window to look out on Courscants night.

Kirn gave a small whistle, "Not too bad. Seen better, but not bad."

"We are playing visiting ambassadors you know," Terice mentioned. "Think us girls will take the far right one."

Keez had poked his head into one of the bedrooms, "Looks like a bunkroom for guys and one for girls." He pointed to the rooms directly adjacent to each other.

"They got a mini bar in this place," Kirn muttered from over at the kitchenette. She'd already opened several fully stocked cabinets.

"Mini bar," Jag asked tossing his bags into the room with Keez.

"Hey watch where your tossing that thing," Keez grumbled from inside.

"Yeah, mini bar. Don't tell me you've never seen a mini bar before," Kirn wasn't visible beyond the edge of the bar separating the kitchen from the rest of the room. "Found it." She popped up with a beverage of some kind. She tossed a couple bottles out to Terice and Sam who sat themselves down on the couch popping them open. "Mini bars are notorious for being present in a suite such as this. Someone had it restocked though, no alcohol. Which isn't a biggy."

"What about the other two rooms," Zak asked.

"That's for me and Cam," Nat said tossing her stuff into the room that was hers. Cam having already staked out his own room.

 

"Where did that come from?" Cam asked as the droid trundled past his quarters. "I thought I said to leave unessesary items at home."

"Well," Keez said, continueing his scan of the suite, "it was either bring him or leave him at home alone."

Cam looked at the droid. It was an amalgam of parts scroundged, most likley, from the many hangers and store rooms located throughout the Great Temple. The droid itself appeared to be an R-unit of somekind with bits and peices added to it's surface. The insides were a mystery, known only to Keez and the droid itself.

However, the droid, named "Grunt" because of it's sour demeaner, had proven invaluable dureing the first days of life in the compound. It had been packed full of networking and computer language interpretation software, and was able to decode the Imperial programming of the compounds computers. Whith a vocoder, communication between the droid and operator was also simplified. If you looked past it's hatred for anything breathing, the droid was a asset to the group.

"Good call," Cam said sternly, "just keep him out of sight. Throw a sheet over him or something."

"Ha!" Keez exclaimed.

"What?" Cam asked, puzzled.

"The last time we threw a sheet over him, he cut two holes in it with his saw blade and snuck up behind Stoagie. He said 'BOO' real loud." Keez said shutting down his data pad."Now we can't get Stoag to sleep without a light on."

They were both startled by a voice from the entranceway to their suite of rooms. Walking to the small atrium connecting the entrance way to the common room, they were greated by a strange sight.

Kirn stood, resplendent in her shimmersilk dress, a staple of Kuati women's dress. Behind her, a pile of packages with legs mummbled.

"Hey, guys!" Kirney exclaimed in her princess voice. "We're back."

"You guy's can drop character," Keez said through a snicker, "the room's clean."

"Great," the pile of packages muttered. They fell to the floor to reveal Jagon. "Is it to late for me to be the ambssador?"

"What happened?" Cam asked, stifleing his own laughter.

"Ms. Open-expense-account here decided to go shopping." Jagon said, kicking a box. "She must have tried on six-hundred pairs of shoes."

"Hey, I'm a spoiled princess, remember?" Kirney said with a smile. "I couldn't be seen carrying my own bags."

"Humph.." Jagon mummbled as he walked towards his shared room.

Keez burst into tears laughing. Cam looked at him after a few moments. "It wasn't that funny, Keez."

"I'm not laughing about that," Keez answered. "I just remembered that I neglected to tell Jagon that I brought Grunt."

"So?" Cam said sitting on a auto-conform chair.

"Five..."

"Keez, what's up?"

"Four..."

"Keez, if anything blows up, I'll..."

"Three..."

"Keez, tell me.."

"Two..."

A crash echoed through the suite of rooms, startling Nat where she was napping on the sofa. Silence rang in the apartment for a nanosecond. It seemed like an eternity.

"I hate this droid! I hate him!" Jagon's voice screamed form the inside the room. "Keeeez!"

Keez didn't hear him, though. It was drowned out by the sound of his own laughter as he rolled around on the floor.

 

A pair of amber eyes scanned the message on a computer terminal. A hidden program in an orbiting satellite had sent the priority alert. Four Chimera units had just arrived on Coruscant! They had arrived on the same transport, so it was unlikely they were infiltrating for an operation. Perhaps they were unaware that the proper scanning equipment could detect the implanted chips.

What made matters more curious, the four Chimera had presented themselves as ambassadors from several different worlds. The ship's log verified the last port of call had been Corellia, where all the passengers had met and boarded. The hyperspace entry vector coincided with travel from Corellia.

A slender, long-nailed finger tapped another command into the terminal. Holo images of the passengers appeared on the viewscreen. The holocam was standard equipment on the landing platform where they had transferred to an aircab. None of the faces were familiar to Xonia. She studied each one intently and made a mental note of each one.

The questions remained: who were they and what were they doing here? Lord Ki-Lan would have to be informed at once. He would be curious as to why they were here, and he may want to recruit them if possible.

Another message flashed for attention. She pulled it up. A tracking device implant had activated itself. This was indeed curious. Gray-green fingers flew across the keyboard to determine the source: Dagon's pawn. So, the Jedi Cam Nalob was traveling with four Chimera and six others. Too much to be a coincidence, she decided.

 

Bavin was one of many informants she had on Courscant, dating back to her time with the Emperor. Strange that Cam and the others hadn't figured it out. She was on Yavin because she had expertise enough to suit Skywalkers needs. For the moment at least. She slid into the booth, hoping that the darkened corne and black jacket would be enough. Though she'd trussed up her hair into a small cabbie's cap.

She didn't have long to wait though, Bavin slid into the bench across from her. She waved a waitress over, and he ordered his drinks. Apparently not surprised by the summons. "It's been Quite Trinity," he replied almost as if that were her name. That was the only name he knew her by. She hadn't survived the empire to be taken down by some upstart with a blade. "Where ever he is, he's pretty silent."

"Death Walker," she asked.

"No sign," he replied. She slipped out a cred chip. "There are rumors that he's been infected by something, nothing more than that. He maintains his usual ammount of annoying pranks."

"Got a name for the new prankster," she asked sipping at her ale.

"Xonia," he replied. Scruff's old aquaintance, there was a big surprise. She'd have to ask Cam if he knew anything about her. Bavin downed the rest of his ale and slipped from the booth. She sat for a few moments more sipping at her ale and reviewing the files stored in her memory.

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"Anybody up for playing in the arcade down stairs," Kirn said from the couch.

"We're ambassadors," Terice mentioned the over stuffed chair next to the couch.

"So, I'm pretty certain my character could go play in the arcade," she looked back and forth between those in the group presently watching the shows on the holo unit.

"Well something's gotta be better than this," Keez yawned.

"It's not like we have to babysit them," Sam said pointing to the two rooms that were presently occupied by Cam and Nat.

"She's got a point there," Zak stood up heading for the guys room. "I'm gonna go blow things up in the arcade. Better than waiting around here."

"I'm with him," Terice and Sam chorused together.

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"They're playing in the arcade room," Hanz mentioned before Trin had a chance to get close enough to the turbolift. "I made certain that it was privately for their use."

She passed a small handful of cred chips into his pocket on the way towards the arcade room. She still had to outfit the girls for their mission. Something told her that Xonia wasn't there for show and tell. She was up to something.

 

Cam had always wanted a shower after a long space flight. Maybe it was the idea of breathing recylced air for a dozen hours. Maybe it was the fact that he was often in the field for weeks before being picked up back in his commando days. In any case, he couldn't get the water hot enough. The hotel soap had a funny smell to it, but it lathered well.

He had put on a pair of trousers without even bothering to dry off his upper body, except to run the towel through his hair once. Hearing something in the living room, he tossed the towel over his shoulder and went to investigate.

 

"They're playing around downstairs in the arcade," Nat mentioned when Cam poked his head out his door looking for the others. She was lying on the couch a bottle of some type of beverage propped on the edge of the couch, she appeared to be flipping through the channels. "Two hundred and thirty channels and there's nothing on. You'd think with the advancement of technology they'd manage to at least have something worth watching." Her eyes of course had noticed the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. She'd forced herself to look at the holo unit, knowing that if she looked too long she'd do something she might regret. Not that his well defined chest wasn't an inviting thing to look at or anything.

He chuckled and sat down next to her, she apparently didn't notice or didn't want to acknowledge that he was there because she kept flipping through the channels. "What is that," he asked pointing towards the beverage.

"Soda," she replied. He was suddenly reminded of how close he was to her again, she looked good in the simple pair of cut off jean shorts and tank top. Showing off her shapely legs, which his eyes seemed drawn to first, he found himself following their length until he came to her lips. Oh, hell he was gonna lose it again. Then he felt it; her hand was working its way up his leg. That and she was looking over at him, her cheeks were softly flushed almost like she felt it too. In that instant the bottle of soda fell off the couch and he was back to making out again. This time though he explored more than just her lips, traveling down the nape of her neck.

As if she couldn't stand him being on the top she flipped sides, smiling devilishly. That smile he couldn't take, she was enjoying this. Taunting him with something he wouldn't be denied. Her lips crushed into his and he was lost again. Something tingled in the background of his senses though, a warning. Someone was coming, her head snapped up at the soft sound of the keypad being pressed, her lips pouted. Oh, damn she looked good. "Damn," she muttered. "Wards are back," she gave him a quick kiss and slipped off onto the floor where she composed herself again. He laid back on the couch, pretending to sleep. He awoke as if their coming into the room had done it.

His group filed in and all but stood there, looking at them oddly. Nat had managed to lean herself up against the couch looking for all the world like she'd just sat down there. Kirn laughed at something and whispered into Terice's ear, who also laughed. What in the force was so funny, and then he remembered it. Apparently so did Nat because she swore under her breath. The soda lay exactly where it was overturned on the floor. The fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt and that his hair was still damp, probably added to their amusement.

"Perhaps they do require the separate rooms after all," Sam said which caused a chorus of laughter to follow. She strolled past with a confused Ami, who apparently hadn't realized what Sam was referring to, and the rest of the girls following. Though Ami suddenly reddened when she'd gotten to the girls room.

Nat's seething glare found itself on Kirn who only shrugged helplessly, she wasn't about to help it. She was enjoying the torment. The guys all had grins on their faces as they passed. "Ran out of credits," Kirn remarked in passing as if explaining why they had come back.

"Oh," was all he managed. Nat was on her feet and into her room before he could say another word. Was she blushing?

"Oh, good you're here," He turned finding Trina standing at the door looking at him. "Well...at least you got some of it out." She doffed her cap and coat.

"What you want," he asked.

"Ever heard of a woman by the name of Xonia," she asked slipping into the chair across from the couch.

"Not before Scruff mentioned her at the graduation. Why," he asked.

"She's been drawn to my attention by a source of mine."

"Nasha you wouldn't know anything about her would you," he asked to the room.

"I could run a search on her if you'd like. But I do know

 

Cam didn't like thinking about Dagon. He'd lost two years of his life locked in a damn cage because of that bastard. Not to even mention the time he was tortured. He could not recall whether Dagon and Kane had tried to get any information from him or not.

Scruff and Kev had mentioned Xonia had been the CEO of a mining corporation in the Corporate Sector. Now it seems someone by that same name was working for or with Ki-Lan. Since they already knew that Dagon and Kane had business interests in the Corporate Sector, it seemed that more pieces were falling into place.

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Dagon had always expected Cam's friends to discover he was still alive and rescue him one day. That had been why the implant had been put in him. Xonia was curious why he would be here on Coruscant and impersonating an ambassador.

One of the Chimera was equally intriguing. Xonia had studied her from several camera angles, but had not gotten a clear view of her face yet. It was as if the woman somehow knew where all of the holocams were and was somehow avoiding letting her face be seen.

 

Although they did not have any official functions to attend that evening, the group had decided to go out to dine together. They had a few hours after returning from the arcade. Cam had used that time to take a nap.

After awakening, he walked into the living room. Natia, who had been dozing on the sofa, had just woken up herself. She seemed not to notice him as she stretched and arched her shoulders back, which emphasized her....She's doing that on purpose he thought. Cam felt his mouth go dry as she bent over to touch her toes.

He forced himself to turn away at about the same time she noticed him. His hair was mussed on one side, adding to his boyish charm. Cam scratched absently at the rippled muscles of his abdomen as he walked into the kitchen. Natia had a good view of his backside as he reached into the overhead cabinet for a glass. He's doing that on purpose, she mused.

Kirney had discovered that the suite had a sauna. She padded into the room on bare feet with a towel around herself. Her skin was glistening with a dew of sweat and her long, black hair was a damp, curly mess.

As Jagon returned to the room from the balcony, he couldn't help but think how cute she looked like that. It wasn't the just the towel. In the last few months everyone had been seen in a towel in the co-ed barracks they had shared. The memory of the camera which had once been hidden in Kirney's shower came to mind. Jagon shook his head to chase it away.

Of course, Kirney had noticed the thin trickle of smoke which had escaped Jagon's nose as he had entered the room. She noticed how his gaze had lingered in her direction for a full two seconds. Most of all, she noticed how his butt looked as he walked back into the guys' room.

Trina had been standing in the doorway. She had seen the looks that each person had given the others. It was all she could do to contain a chuckle. "Well, it looks like there should be plenty of hot water to go around. Half of you will be taking cold showers." Cam lowered his glass of water and gave her a confused and half-asleep stare.

 

Flight time from Yavin IV to Dathomir was much shorter than from Toydaria. Even after everyone took time to pack a bag, the Dreadnaught arrived well ahead of the TIE Phantom. Talon and Orco had decided to take their newly acquired ship, rather than travel as passengers. Scruff had brought his fighter aboard in the event that he needed it later.

Scruff placed a hand on Aphreal's shoulder as she stared out a viewport at the homeworld of her new Jedi Master and close friend. "Maybe Jerica can arrange for you to ride a rancor while we're here," he told her.

"I'm not too sure about that," Aphreal replied timidly.

The older Jedi smiled. "Don't worry, they're domesticated. These rancors won't try to eat you. Let's go find the others and get to the landing craft. Azanti and the twins will be here soon."

The young Ieophyte smiled brightly. "And so will your new baby!"

 

"I have to give ya one thing Kirn, you know how to pick one lovely pair of shoes," Terice grinned into the mirror straightening her outfit. "Any idea where we're going."

"Some fancy resturant that the guys chose," Sam replied. "Was kinda hoping we could bar hop, but Trin said we'd have to keep in character."

"Which explains why I'm back in shimmer silk," Kirn flopped down onto the bed with a sigh.

"At least you get to wear the boots this time," Terice mentioned. A black shimmer silk dress went well with the calf high black boots. At least it was a style that Teira would wear.

"I feel like a butterfly," Ami commented. Terice and Sam chuckled at the girls outfit.

"That's because it hasn't been properly tied yet," Sam strode over and gave the string ties on the back a good tug. "See its supposed to show off something."

"Hmm..." Kirn stood up and wandered over to the pile of boxes. She rummaged around in them for a moment before popping up with what she'd been looking for. "Think its too much."

"For Teira the Kuati princess," Terice responded. "Nah."

Kirn slipped on the synthleather vest, "At least it'll match the boots."

"What else you got in that magic pile of yours," Terice asked. She picked up the pair of heels that Kirn thought would go with her outfit. "I'm almost afraid I'll make him feel short."

"Kirn," Nat stood in the open doorway. "Got any shoes I can borrow."

"Try these," Kirn plucked the pair from Terice's hands and went in search of another pair that would suit Terice.

"Thanks," she heard Nat murmer before the door closed.

"You guys ready yet," Jag poked his head in from the door separating the side by side rooms. "The aircab will be here any minute."

"Yeah yeah," Kirn passed a pair of shoes to Terice. "Almost done."

"I still feel like a butterfly," Ami mentioned as they exited the suite.

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"That's it, next time I chose," Kirn spat out in her princess voice.

"You gave us the choice princess," Jag replied.

"I've seen worse," Nat remarked. She slid back into the air cab and struck up a conversation with the cabbie. After a few minutes she popped back out. "Says there's a pretty reputable place nearer to the senate building."

"Well anything's gotta be better than this," Sam replied. So they all piled back into the aircab and took off for the other resturant.

"How do we know it'll be a better resturant," Ami asked.

"Cabbie's tend to know what's the best place to eat for high up people's," Nat replied. "Give's them extra tips."

"Oh."

"Well, I'll say this much," Kirn remarked upon entering the resturant. "Cabbie's sure know how to pick a place to eat."

"Yeah," remarked Cam. "But who's gonna pay for it."

"Teira made a fortune full the last time on the tracks," Terice mentioned. "I'd say its her turn."

"You gamble?"

"A little," she replied. "All the higher ups must be here tonight," she added as they were guided to their table.

"Well the ball is tomorrow," Jag commented.

"True."

They were served with wines and ales in no time and their orders taken for the meal. "Still feel like a butterfly," she asked Ami.

"A little."

 

Jagon sipped the red wine tht he had chosen to accompany his meal. He took great pains to avoid dribbling it on the expensive clothes he had chosen to wear, the blue-fire silk jacket his favorite part of the ensemble. A silver shimmersilk shirt and pants that matched the jacket topped of the look he had gone for. Overpaid, corporate mercenary. His dark glasses gave him leyway to observe the othr patron's of the restaurant without worry, and Kuati Ettiquet allowed him to stay in close proximity to Kirn; his make-beleive ward. A terrifically horrendous house band struck off into a waltz. He grimaced as several of the his nobbish fellow diner's chose to dance.

Dinner arrived at the table with fanfare, and he looked longingly at the herder filet set before him. The Academy food was good...in the greasy, almost edible way of most educational facilities, but the succulent meat was a godsend.

Conversation, however droll, was centered around the comming ball, and everyone played their parts to the tee. As he placed the last utensil full of steak in his mouth, he noticed that the band had slowed the music down, and the lights took on a more romantic air.

Many couples took their place on the floor, in the slow moveing embrace of dancer's in love. A bright eyed and brightly dressed delegate approached the table.

"Excuse me, m'lord," she said, her eyes settling on Keez, "would you like to dance?"

"Without delay," He stood and nodded hid leave to the rest of the table. "I trust I shall see you all on the 'morrow?"

They all bowed acknowlegment, and Keez made his way to the dance floor. Cam stood, and extended his hand to Nat. "May I have the privelige, M'lady?"

"Certainly." She answered, and she took his hand and they followed suite. Ami and Stoag came close on their heels. Zak politely stood and stretched his shoulders.

"I beleive I shall retire to our chambers," he said his accent heavy and genuine. "Good evening." He maneuvered his huge bulk through the gathered society with a grace one wouldn't have expected of him, and he was lost to the crowd.

Kirney sighed heavily as she and Jagon watched him go. Jagon dipped his finger in the remainder of his wine, and spoke in the voice of the bodyguard. "Something upsets m'lady?"

"I am left at the table, with none but my servant for company." She said, her eyes meeting his. He looked to the dance floor and smiled.

"There are many here who would vigh for my lady's company in dance, perhaps..."

His words were lost as a vision behind Kirney resolved. She moved like poured quicksilver, the black velvet dress clung to her like a second skin. Jet hair and amber eyes set off the high cheekbones and immaculate features of the Falleen. She smiled slightly, and made her way towards the table.

Jagon stood as she approached, and Kirn just turned and gave her the breifest of glances. The newcomer nodded politely and extended her hand to Kirn, who in likewise fashion, took it.

"Lady Teira, how nice to see you here this evening." the taller Falleen said, her voice like spun silk. "Shall you be speaking for the Kuati at the comming delegation?"

Kirn spared the breifest glance at Jagon, and replied with the flair of a true princess. "Yes, and may I ask which party you are speaking for?"

"It is of no consequence, I speak for myself whenever possible." the woman answered. "My name is Xonia."

"I was hopeing to catch the others with you," she continued. "However, it seems that they have already taken their leave, perhaps another time, then."

"Perhaps.." Kirn answered. Jagon stood once again as Xonia approached his chair. "I would indeed like to dance with you, m'lord..."

Jagon felt as if his head were going to explode. Synapses fired wildly as he remembered the pheremones that The Falleen could use to attract others of the opposite sex. He opened hid mouth to answer, but Kirn answered for him.

"I have given him no leave to dance," she said imperiously. "He is not for the entertainment of others."

A look of anger settled on the perfect features of Xo

 

Sorry for th length, there guy's. I caught a muse, and I think i killed it.

 

The Fluttering Petal came out of Hyperspace just outside of the Gas Giant Yavin. The massive ship was half the size of an Imperial Star Destroyer and resembled a sledgehammer with two huge cylinders connected to the handle. The sleek ship was buzzing with life as it rolled to port turning away from the Giant mass of Yavin. In the light, turbolasers and missile launchers all fell silent. The only activity was that in the far hanger towards the back of the ship.

A much smaller vessel floated out of the gigantic hanger and the ship slowly drifted toward the moon of Yavin IV. Inside the ship three older teenagers sat toward the end of the transport freighter. The oldest of the three was a young man wearing a white tank top with a black flight jacket over it and a pair of silky black pants with black boots. The jacket weld an ensigna of Hallow?s Eve Corporation on the front left side. Siting with his back against the wall and his deep black hair hanging to the middle of his neck. He stood up to stretch and he let the whole of his 19-year-old body let loose. His head was about 3 feet from the top of the room standing around 6 feet tall. He let out a yawn.

?You still tired Jak?? Asked the young woman sitting to his left. Jakson looked down at his little sister Callie. She turned her head to face him. And stood as well. She was dressed about the same as her brother. Expect for the lone hair clip keeping her long blue hair up in a ball. She looked up at him, being around 4 inches shorter. She stretched her slim 17-year-old figure out around in circles until a popping sound was heard from her lower back.

?No, just tired of flying.? He replied.

?Since when do you get tired of flying?? The reply was met with a hard stare from his light blue eyes.

?Since we start going places I don?t want to go.? He rolled his eyes. Still wishing he were some where else. This is a stupid idea. I can?t believe she is making me do this. The door slide open to the room and a woman walked through.

?We are getting ready to hail the academy. I was wondering if you would like to join us and see what they have to say.? The woman stated.

?I wouldn?t mind seeing what we are about to get into.? Said Callie. She cocked her head down and motioned for the young man still sitting on the floor to get up and join her. As the young man rose to his feet he walked towards the girl. Dressed in a pair of white pants and the same white tank top the others were wearing he also had a silver chain around his neck. Standing at a midway point between the brother and sister of around 5?10?, with his rugged red hair in no particular style. He slowly nodded to the woman standing by the door. ?Me and Glenn will go with you mom.?

?I would love to go, I have a special greeting picked out already and if goes something lik?? As he started to raise his hand his mother grabbed it.

?What was that?? His mother said glaring at him. Even with her hair all braided nicely and the dress she had on, Jakson knew better than any body what it was like to cross his mother. Even in the mood he was in now, he still had enough sense to avoid that at all cost.

?On second thought I?ll just stay back here.? Jakson said faking a smile.

?Suite yourself.? His mother replied, shortly after his mother, Callie and Glenn left. He closed his fist and slammed the back end of it into the wall. She was so difficult. Why was it so important to her for me to become a Jedi. I had graduated with Honors from some of the most prestigious schools on Coruscant. Still it?s not enough. What could I possibly learn here that I need to know to run Hallow?s Eve. He sat back down, full of disgust.

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This is my first post I hope it's ok. If it's not and it's bothering something you guys are doing just tell me. I won't get mad. I also wanted to say what a great job all you guys are doing. Y

 

Welcome to the party, Jak. Let me be the first to welcome you!

This thread is in dire need of some new blood, and if your post is any indication; well...you'll work out just fine.

Keep up the good work, and get in touch with any of us if you want to get something started. We have always helped with posts and ideas, and a new face will bring just that much more life to the thread.

There are some rules we adhere to, so bear with me. Other peoples characters are just that, other people's. Please gain permission before doing anything that could be taken as out of character for someone.

Don't kill someones character without permission, either. It could get you hurt...bad.

And the most important rule is...KEEP POSTING! get to know other peoples character's, and keep the post's comming. We'll look forward to reading your work.

Welcome! Have fun! MTFBWY!

 

Welcome Jakson, and that was a really good post.

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Can I kill him, was the first thought that popped into Kirn's mind. Well half kill him, murder wasn't a thing she treaded on lightly. But Cheif had the worst possible timing.

Nope, she caught the amused look on Nat's face. I get to do that.

Stay outta my mind blue girl, like a true princess she shot Cam a glare, catching Nat with it as well. "And it was just getting good," she muttered before striding to the table to collect her purse. Why, gods why did chief have to come by then. She slipped out her compact as if she needed to powder her nose and caught the looks both men shot her way in the tiny mirror. She smiled, well Teira would definitely have to get revenge for that.

"I don't like that look," Terice distracted her for a moment. "Getting all hot and steamy are we."

"The lady is quite presumptious," she replied cooling her features down and closed the compact regaining her hold on her character. She'd nearly slipped.

"You've forgotten something m'lady," Jagon mentioned once again resuming his role.

"I have," she said innocently. "Oh, yes. The Falleen."

"Falleen m'lady," Cam asked. Nat had once again slipped her arm through his and a curious expression flitted across her face.

"Xonia," she replied. "Had the dratted notion that she'd play with my bodyguard."

"Shall we go then," Cam motioned towards the door.

"I've had enough mingling for the night," she replied.

"Anyone paid the bill yet," Ami asked.

Kirn picked up the bill and caught the attention of a passing waitor, inquired as to where to pay for it and headed off in that direction Jagon following. She paided the bill and they all piled back into an awaiting air cab.

 

Arriving back to their suite, the group was greeted by an agitated R2 unit. "Beep beep blurble beep fart."

"It would be one thing if he actually beeped and blurbled," Jagon complained. "But, no, this scrap heap actually says the words 'beep' and 'blurble!'"

After some persuasion by Keez, the contrary R series droid gave them a message. Grunt and Nasha had been scouring the holonet and comm transmissions in and out of the Jedi Temple all day. Additionally, they had also checked messages to the individual council members private terminals. There had been one message of interest. It had been extensively coded in a similar fashion to the message to Kane they had found months earlier. The decoded message was still confusing. Bishop to Queen four, Pawn to Knight six.

"Some Jedi Master is playing stradegy games online and Grunt thinks that's important?" Irritation was obvious in Jagon's voice. "I'm going to bed. Wake me up if anything actually useful pops up."

"Bishop," Trina whispered. "Not sure if this is relevant, but Bishop was the man who created the Chimaera chip."

"There are four of Bishop's creations here and you're all women," Ami added.

"Where did the message originate?" Sam asked.

Grunt replied that the message was sent within five minutes of their arrival on planet. It originated from a luxury skyhook owned by the Exemplar Mining Corporation, which was most noted for its extensive crystal mining operation on the planet Kir.

"That settles that," Trina offered. "Now we have the connection linking Xonia with our Sithlord. But, who is the pawn?" Her eyes fell on Cam. "Nalob, you were a prisoner of Dagon Quizen who we already know served Ki-Lan. He held you for two years for no apparant reason and you were rescued in the Corporate Sector where coincidently, Exemplar is located. Keez, get your hand scanner and sweep it over the chief."

After a quick sweep, Keez confirmed it. "Boss, you've got a passive tracking device planted in your neck. Not connected to any neural tissue or any body systems,..totally self-contained."

"Get it out," was all that Cam could say.

"I have a field surgical kit in my bag." Trina started to leave to go retrieve it. "Never go anywhere with out it."

"Four queens, a pawn and six knights." Natia yawned. "There's eleven of us, so I guess I'm a Knight again."