Jedi Academy Dorms Thread ver.7.0

<Thanks for the positive response guys!>

"No classes today, Siren?" came the booming voice of Ari, one of the few human---and male---nurses who worked full-time at the local infirmary. Ruddy of face and jovial of expression, the young Coruscant native, who was organizing medical supplies on a shelf, smiled broadly at the fully-masked Siren, who smiled politely in return as he stepped into the infirmary now empty of patients.

"Yes. I'm done for today," Siren replied as he carefully stepped around the mess of medical gadgets on the floor, "The lightsabre class I co-teach has some students who are quite talented. Here, want me to help you with that?" He waved his hand over the huge iron carton that Ari was attempting to lift, and the carton rised slowly to mid-air as if it was a piece of paper.

"Thanks, buddy!" Ari laughed good-naturedly and wiped the perspiration from his forehead, "Down the hallway please. To the lab."

Siren maneuvered the carton down the whitewashed hallways as he carried on the conversation with Ari.

"So, how's your old man, Si?" asked Ari as he shook out the dust from his sandy short hair.

"I actually haven't contacted my lord father after the graduation ceremony," replied Siren, "I think he may be busy with handling the shipping business. I really should convince him to retire, but..."

"...he wouldn't listen, right?" Ari finished the sentence for his friend, "Well, I can understand why. I mean, after all, it's a family business that has lasted over a couple of generations or so. Sure is hard to pass the responsibility onto someone else," and here Ari paused and winked mischievously at Siren, "espeically when his pet is so far away from him."

Siren's blue eyes regarded Ari dryly through the mask, and said nothing, while Ari continued smile his happy, carefree smile.

"Oh, here. Here's the lab, just put it down right....there."

Siren set the carton down quietly under a large table. He turned around to inspect the dimly lit lab, where all kinds of avant garde machinery, gadgets small and big, folders, paper scruched into balls, and jars containing liquid of various colours lay all over the surprisingly clean table top. Siren frowned under the mask at the mayhem and asked, "Ari, this isn't the best way to keep important stuff, is it?"

Ari just grinned as he pushed a heap of paper aside to clear out some space on the table. "Oh, you know me," he said as he carried a transparent jar from the iron carton onto the table, "I'm not the neatest person in the world, especially not in a lab. Come here Si, look at this baby I found today in the jungle."

Within the transparent jar was preserving liquid that enveloped a small organism with no distinguishable face and a body that resembled a cell. It was still and void of life.

"What is it?" asked Siren.

"Who knows?" Ari pressed his face closer to the jar and inclined his head to scruntinize the lifeless creature. "It just kind of appeared in the jungle when I was out collecting some soil samples. Looked as if it was worth dissecting, so I brought it to the lab. Too bad it's dead, though..." Ari slipped a glove on his hand and started reaching into the jar for the creature.

"Don't," the word just escaped Siren involuntarily, and Ari was momentarily stunned. "What? What's wrong?"

"What I meant was...," the knight continued somewhat awkwardly, "don't touch it. I mean, it might be poisonous, or something." Well, I suppose I can't very well say that I don't want him to because my instincts told me so., Siren thought inwardly.

Ari laughed and patted Siren on the back. "Relax, man. It's not going to eat me." However, he placed a lid carefully on the jar and sealed it before he put it back into the iron carton. "Come on, let's go and see if we can get some free coffee from that lady in the cafeteria. I swear she has a crush on you, Si!"

The two friends walked out of the lab. As the door closed behind them with a hiss, from within the darkness of the lab the iron carton shifted i

 

"Here we are." Mara said looking at Jakson. "This is your room. I will let you get settled in here and I'll be back when Luke has a moment to meet with you." Mara added as her, Jakson's mother, Glenn, and Callie walked out of the room and farther down the hallway.

Jakson looked around the room, No different from any other dorm room I've ever been in. I wonder what is so special about this place. On the outside it seems like just another school.

He knew it was much more. He had read all about the adventures of Luke Skywalker and the Rebellion, Lukes efforts to re-estblish the Jedi as the protectors of the galaxy, and the war with the Empire. He had saved countless lives, millions maybe billions that no one even knew about. Luke Skywalker is a hero. He was destined to be one.

On the other hand Jakson Deckar was destined to run a buisness, cut deals, solve production problems, and make money hand over fist. I am definitely no Luke Skywalker. I'll never be a hero.

Jakson started unpacking his things. He threw some stuff here and there. He hadn't brought much of anything. Just some clothes, a couple data pads, and a comm unit to keep in touch with his mother. Standard stuff he always took to school with him. After unpacking he just layed down on the bed for awhile and waited for Mara to come and get him.
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"Here you are Callie." Mara said pointing Callie to a room at the end of the hall that her brother is on. "This is where you will be staying."

"How about you and Glenn unpack your stuff while Mara and I talk about all the needed arrangments." Harpa told her daughter. "We will come and get you when we are ready to meet with Mara's husband."

"Sure thing mom." Callie letting a small smile escape her lips. Her mother and Mara stepped out of the room and started walking towards the exit of the dorm. Glenn put her bags down on the floor.

He was starting to open one of them as Callie stuck her head out the door. She turned around. She motioned for Glenn to come join her. "Come on Glenn lets go check things out." She peered into his bright blue eyes. He was still unpacking her stuff. "I can unpack later Glenn. This is my first chance for adventure here." Glenn shook his head and kept unpacking. He knew that talk all to well. Callie ran over and grabbed him by the wrist. "If I have to drag you, you are coming with me."

She started out the door with Glenn still in tow. "What could go wrong?" Callie said throwing Glenn one of her best smiles.

 

Four hours to go, could this day get any worse. Sure someone had shot at Jagon, but at least it saved her the trouble of having to do it for them. Being hooked up to a computer was even less on her list of fun things to do while away from school. "Oh, cool," Sam's exclamation startled her from the utter boredom that had set in. Her friend was flipping through the hotel brochure. "There's a salon down stairs. I feel the sudden need for a manicure."

The guys groaned in response. "Just tell me we don't have to go," Keez grumbled from his position over on the couch.

"Alright, stay up here and be bored," Sam responded. "Wonder if they have massages?"

"If its like the rest of this hotel," Terice answered. "Probably."

"We could get our hair done while were at it," Ami suggested.

"Might be better if we did," the girls laughed. Soon the girls were all standing at the door...well barely just in front of it were the guys.

"Wanna manicure too," Sam asked.

"No," Keez replied. "But anythings got to be better than this place."

"We'd better go before we change our minds," Jag added. The girls all grabbed a hand or wrist and the boys were dragged out.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Zak commented just as the door closed.

 

Nat poked her head out the door of her room, she'd actually been snoozing a bit. Yawning a bit she wandered into the kitchen area for a drink and stopped. Cam was looking at her funny from over on the couch. "What?"

"We have this hotel suite to ourselves," he mentioned smiling a little. "It is a perplexing situation as to what to do with it."

"Indeed it seems it is," by then she'd sauntered over to the couch and was blanacing herself on the armrest. She wasn't quite certain whether she'd gone after him or he'd gone after her but either way they both ended up on the floor. She laughed a little and though he seemed a fixed to either her mouth or different parts of her shoulders and other places managed to get up.

She was so caught up in fact that she missed hitting the small coffee table between couch and chair. "You know," she mumbled between kisses. "This could present a problem."

"Really," he replied. "How's that work."

"Your bed is all wet," she laughed when his lips tickled her a little. For a moment he didn't respond, that was until he muttered a small string of curses having run into the potted plant in the hallway. She laughed.

"That wasn't funny," acutally he'd never gotten the funny out but she knew what he meant. By then she'd dragged him past the still damp bed in his room, locked the door in case the kids got back, and shut the door to the bathroom. He didn't seem to mind all that much.

"Shower or bath," she asked. Well actually it was his turn, but she was kinda plastered up against the wall at the moment. As it was they'd bumped up against the shower first.

"You forget," was his muffled reply. She wasn't actually listening to the rest of the comment, being that close was a distraction. The rest just added to it.

 

"While the image of you in a bubble bath has a certain appeal, I'm not ready to get soaking wet again, yet." Of course it was difficult for Cam to say all of that with his lips against Nat's.

"Oh? So what is the Jedi boy ready for?"

"I can think of..." Whatever Cam was going to say was drowned out by the shower coming on, spraying directly into his face. Nat giggled as she slithered out from between Cam and the wall.

He hastily shut off the water to give chase. turning to go after Natia, Cam slipped and bumped his head on the edge of the tub. "Dammit, that's gonna leave a mark." Scurrying back to his feet, he saw a pair of well-shaped legs disappear out of his room, back into the hallway.

There was a sudden scraping sound as a heavy potted plant slid across the floor several feet. This was followed by the sound of about forty-five kilograms crashing to the carpeted floor. Cam stood in the doorway to his room staring at Nat sprawled on the floor in her own doorway, holding a scraped shin. He removed his shirt and wrung the water out over her head, soaking her tanktop and shorts.

Natia glared at Cam. She wasn't really mad at him, much. After all, she had started it. But him moving that plant with the Force had been unexpected. "You cheated," was all she said.

Cam offered her his hand which she stared at for a moment before accepting. "Okay, truce, okay?" The words "Where's the fun in that" formed in her head, but before she could speak them Cam whispered, "Nat, shut up." His mouth found hers. Natia pulled him closer to the bed as the door slid shut and locked securely.

 

A celebration was under way when Azanti finally exited her mother's dwelling. She had taken a nap after the delivery and regained some of her strength. Several of her kinswomen wanted a closer look at her new baby. Of course, Kara and Kristy wanted their turn as well.

Jerica had eaten her supper while Scruff and Azanti showed off their son. When she had finished, Scruff handed the baby to her so that he and his wife could eat. The Dathomiri clan leader did not look old enough to be a grandmother, but she took to the task easily.

Azanti allowed herself the luxury of drinking a small amount of wine with her meal. Scruff offered a round of cigarras to those present. Kev and his apprentice both declined, but Captain Draco accepted one. Azanti took a few draws on her husband's, stating that she had earned it that day. He wasn't about to argue with her. Scruff knew that his bride had deep reserves of strength, and wasn't about to test her. Of course, he didn't want to take a chance on her injuring herself either.

 

"Nat," she heard him call. Though at the moment she was sitting under the bubbles waiting for him to freak out that she wasn't coming back up for air. "Come on Nat this isn't funny." Of course this being a rather big bath tub made this a little more fun. She felt the muscles in his legs stiffen for a moment as he realized that she was playing a game. She gave a little tug on his foot sending him sputtering down into the water.

He wasn't sputtering for very long because she caught his lips holding them with a kiss. "Gotcha," she whispered in his ear when they surfaced.

"Yes, you did," he replied. Which was about the time she heard the door in the outter room slide open and the kids voices.

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The entire group had frozen on the doorway. One of the coffee tables had been pitched on end and Kirn could just make out the dishdeviled state of Cam's bed through the open doorway to his room. "Boom," she muttered.

"Well...at least they got it out now," Jag added.

"It is an improvement," Terice muttered. "Think they could've managed to leave the furniture right side up."

The entire group laughed and a small giggle came from over near Nat's room. "Well...either we're being listened to, or Cam's keeping her entertained."

"Probably both," the guys all said at once.

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"We've been caught," Nat laughed.

"Would the prisoner care for a drink," Cam offered up the bottle of some sort of wine. She'd discovered it in the pantry of the kitchen. Though that had been before he'd pulled her back into the bedroom.

"Oh, yes," she replied tying the sash of the robe she was wearing. She wandered up behind him wrapping her arms about his waist. Strangely enough she never did get the drink.

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"Well...I guess they are playing their parts," Terice had her hands over Ami's ears. Zak had somehow managed to cover Stoagy's as well. Of course Terice hadn't really explained why just said that she wasn't old enough to hear such things.

"I guess so," Kirn doubled over with laughter. When she'd managed to collect herself she took Ami by the arm and was leading her towards the girls room. "We've got a ball to go too," was her excuse when Ami asked.

"Who wants to remind them," Jag pointed back at Nat's door.

"We'll do it later," Kirn replied.

 

"How much time do we have before the ball?" Cam asked.

Nat gave him a curious smile, "I'm not wearing a chrono."

"Think we got time for a nap?" He asked.

"I could doze again," she agreed.

Cam stretched out on the king sized bed. He and Natia were both wearing white terry cloth robes provided by the hotel. He wrapped an arm around Nat as she rested her head against his chest. In a few minutes they were sound asleep.

 

I'm really sorry I haven't posted in ages!!! I just got back from vacation.
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Red and Lee had made it into the academy, with a minor yelling-at for the slingshot thing. Iggy had given them rooms, two connected ones on the second floor. The two had managed to get into something higher than the lowest level classes, but Lee had no doubt that they'd be in the lowest classes by the end of one week because of the fooling around that the pair always did. It was the end of a long day, and the two were soon in bed.
"Hey Lee?" Red asked.
"Hey what?" was the irritated response. "How mad do you think Mom and Dad are?"
Neither really wanted to think about that.
"Probably very mad, Red. Go to sleep!"
"Lee??"
There was no response, the boy had already fallen asleep.
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Sorry. This post does not compare to other people's in length, but I suppose that's ok. I'm Red's age after all, so I'm pretty new at this.

 

She had been exceptionally careful to ensure she had not been followed. Only the group of Jedi had any reason to be suspicious of her. All of them were accounted for in their suite except for the older Chimaera, who had the separate room. The meeting was to take place in an aviary, where the singing and chirping would prevent anyone from listening in on conversation.

"You have something to report?" Short and to the point, Thaddeus Ki-Lan did not mince words.

"A couple of interesting tidbits," she began. "Azan-Ti made an appearance at Crisella the Hutt's palace yesterday. She had two Imperial Guards with her. After a dozen of Crisella's best were smeared on the floor, she demanded the cancellation of a bounty on the head of a privateer named Draco. One more thing: she was pregnant and near to delivery."

The Dark Jedi rubbed his chin. "Interesting indeed. The two guards could have been her husband and Obi Wannabe, but my instinct tells me it was Scarlet and Lotus. The child of Azan-Ti and Ken-Yn Nial is of no concern to me."

"Nor to myself. I only mentioned it as a statement of fact. Nial means nothing to me, he was merely a daliance. I have what I needed from him."

"You are indeed a cold blooded woman, Xonia. You should consider yourself fortunate that he did not kill you that night along with your henchmen." Xonia glared at the Dark Lord, but she knew he was right.

"If you will not be neeeding me further, I should be returning to Kir," she added.

"As soon as the ball is over. You may leave tonight, or in the morning."

As the tall Falleen turned to leave she replied, "As you wish."

 

Nat had woken a few minutes before and had wandered in to get another bottle of whiskey or something that looked like it. He was still asleep when she got back into the room, poor jedi boy either he was playing possum or she?d worn him out. She set the bottle on the nightstand and straddled his sleeping form. Reaching over she plucked the whiskey and a glass from the nightstand. She was still watching him as she poured herself a glass and smiled a little. She downed a few shots before setting the bottle on his chest. ?I?m awake Nat,? he mumbled.

?Coulda fooled me,? she took a sip of the whiskey smiling. His eyes blinked open. ?Wanna go again, or is Jedi boy tired.? His hands wandered up the side of her legs. ?Oh, don?t start that unless you want it.?

He slid out from underneath her and plucked the bottle from her hands, locking her lips with his. Though she could have played hard to get, she managed to get the glass onto the nightstand as well. Though how that was was a little beyond her. She didn?t really hear the first smash of glass, but she did hear the crunch of glass under booted feet. Her hand slipped underneath the pillow pulling the blaster from between the mattress and headboard. A single shot sent one to the ground, or at least she hoped. ?Honey I believe we have visitors,? she said sweetly as she flipped over onto her stomach. ?Hands up pretty boys.? Her other hand had snaked its way under the pillow again pulling the second blaster out and slipping it easily behind her without them seeing it. She waggled it at Cam behind her back and felt the surprise radiating off him. He took it after a moment and for some strange reason she had the sudden compulsion to flip the setting over to stun.

Though why she?d do something like that was a little out of the ordinary. Usually when someone broke into a room, interrupting her fun, she shot first and asked questions later. Her finger hovered there for a moment, the?six that were still up and pointing blasters at her were definitely not hired by the wife. Which wouldn?t have surprised her. She spared a glance at the one that cradled his wounded arm, if she hadn?t been trained not to show surprise she might have actually done it right then. She still had one hand behind her back and tapped Cam on the leg, then held up two fingers. Chimera , she whispered into his mind. Well lets see, one could sit there and stare at them for hours or shoot first and ask questions later. And frankly she wanted to go back to enjoying herself. She was on vacation after all.

?Well?you gonna stand there all day or do something worthwhile,? Nat spoke again putting a steel edge to her voice. Damn it all where was Trina when you needed her. She counted down to zero on her fingers, the next instant the two in front fell to Nat?s quick firing. The pair to either side were taken out by Cam and oddly enough the last pair were caught behind by Trina. ?What kept you??

?Had to take out the pair on the roof,? Trina mentioned. ?Damn near caught me shopping this morning. Might want to make yourselves a little more decent.?

Nat turned aside and retied the robe. ?What?d you mean nearly caught you this morning.?

?My guess,? Trina hauled the pair she?d gotten up on their feet draping one over her shoulder and hooking the other under an arm. ?Is our quarry has gotten a little curious. Wants to know who I am.? The door slid back and she handed them off to the kids. ?Don?t ask?not yet anyways.?

Nat caught the subtle way Kirn?s body stiffened at the sight of the last one to be handed off. Oddly enough the first one down hadn?t moved at all during the fight, he?d just sat there. ?Our lost boy?s come back,? Nat muttered to Trin.

?Yes, I know,? she replied. ?Sorry to have interrupted your fun.?

?S?all right,? she replied. ?I still have a couple hours before he?ll need to do anything.?

 

"Locals," was Trina's verdict on the intruders.

"Now how would you know that," Jag asked skeptically.

"Simple," she smiled in his direction. "One, Chimera shoot first ask questions later. This group just stood there, gwaking. Which means they've only been implanted a few days. Two, they have dirt underneath their finger nails, and their boots are scuffed from the wear and tare of the lower regions of Courscant."

"All of that in a few minutes," Cam sounded surprised.

"Talent one picks up in this business," she answered. "Keez got your datapad handy."

"I can get it," he replied.

"Good. Do a scan on Death Walkers." Jag looked honestly surprised. "Yep, his boss wanted him dead...or he wouldn't be here."

"First rule of a good inflitration. Leave nothing behind to tell anyone you've been there, that includes personnel," Terice commented. "Question is why didn't he do what he was assigned to do?"

Death Walker just sat there looking at his hands, his shaggy black locks were hanging partially into his face. That was the question, usually Chimera chips were quite thorough in their assimilation protocols. "That is the question of the night," she muttered. "Jag, Zak tie him up...really tight. And don't let him go until Nasha and Keez clear him. Kirn, Terice, Stoagy, and Ami each take one of the others. Sam you work with Nasha and Keez see what went wrong with his chip."

"Where are we taking them Trin," Terice asked.

"Garbage shute," she replied throwing one over her shoulder and taking a second under one arm. She dropped the second by the door and peeked out seeing that it was empty she punched in the shute opening code tossing hers down and going back for the second as the rest disposed of theirs.

 

Cam and Natia both stiffled a giggle at the mention of tossing the men down a garbage chute. Even with the nap and the afternoon's activities, the bottle of wine was having a slight effect on them. Cam never had quite gotten the hang of accelerating his metabolism to burn off alcohol.

The two of them were still standing in the doorway of Nat's room, each with a pistol in one hand. They watched as the others went about their assigned tasks. Cam's let his left hand drift down Nat's back and around her backside. He gave her a playful pinch, which was a bit difficult through the thick bathrobe.

A black eybrow arched a bit. "So, Jedi Boy does feel like another round." Nat hit the door switch and locked it. She turned and snatched the sash loose from Cam's robe. She looked at the sash with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Don't even think about it, Nat." Cam warned. He knew it was too late. Tossing the sash aside, Nat shoved Cam back onto the bed. Nat crossed to the nightstand and poured herself another shot. After setting the glass down, she crawled onto the bed. "Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"

"Right about,..." Cam started with a smile. "Here!" As he said the last word, he flipped Nat off of him and onto her back, and began tickling her.

 

Kirn was the first one at the door when the ring sounded, so it came as a bit of a surprise when she came face to face with an interesting alien. She looked like a cross between a Twi?liek, human, and another species she wasn?t familiar with. The way the guys reacted to her tipped off that there might be a little Falleen traits in her too. Her hair was a dark burgundy color curled and twisted through a vast array of fleshy tails. Two black front forelocks hung beside a face that took her a moment to recognize. It was Trina all right, her cheeks were drawn back a little by the prosthetics and make up obscured the human flesh tone to her skin but it was Trin. ?Gonna make me stand outside all day or let me in,? Trina asked her voice smooth and sultry.

?Ok how?d you do that,? Keez asked taking a good long look at the transformed Trin.

For awhile Trin didn?t respond, just smiled as if she were enjoying this. ?I have a friend that belongs to the Talwyn federation, recently joined the republic in the outer rim territories. About a week ago she contacted me with the distressing news that she would be unable to attend the celebration.?

?And asked if you could go as her,? Terice finished.

?Not exactly. I was her confidant for many years, as such I developed a useful disguise,? Trina grinned at the guys?who were still staring.

?Ok?how are you doing that,? Kirn asked indicating the guys.

?That,? her grin widened. ?You don?t honestly think that?s a totally Falleen trait do you.?

?Wasn?t one species enough.?

Trina laughed, ?Apparently not. Though Talwyn society frowns on such uses. Usually.?

?But you?re human,? Keez mentioned.

?Yes, which is why I developed a way of making it seem as if I were one of them.? She put a booted heel on the table and slipped a bottle from the garter on her thigh. She held it up, ?A while back a scientist friend of mine managed to discover the magic potion to turn guys from normal to big puddles of goo. It?s a pheromone compound in liquid form, designed for an individual person to use.?

?And your what,? Keez snatched it up. ?Doused in this stuff.?

?Nope, only need a tiny spritz,? she replied snatching it back and replacing it in its hidden carrying place. ?Doesn?t work save for the person who its designed to be worn by.?

?So why haven?t they mass marketed it yet,? Kirn asked.

?Simple, the Falleens and Talwyn protested and they were put out of business. Which brought them into my employ.?

?Just how many credits do you have,? Keez stammered out.

?Enough,? she responded sitting down in one of the chairs. ?The two lovebirds gotten out to change yet.?

?Nope.?

?Might want to remind them,? she suggested. ?Only half hour before we have to go.?

 

The door chime sounded and Cam's head popped up above the bed. Damn, that was bad timing. He was just beginning to enjoy himself, and well...she seemed to be happy. "Half hour chief," Kirns voice came from the other side of the door. "Wakey wakey...we've got a ball to go to."

"Thanks," he replied. Trying to ignore Nat's wandering fingers and lips. It was a toss up as to whether or not she was tickling him or playing with him. Either way it was a sufficient enough distraction. At least she'd managed to lock the door. "Half hour."

Nat's hand trailed lightly up his chest, "Half hour and I'm not finished with you yet, Jedi boy."

"Um," he started to say. "We really should get ready." She'd gotten a hold of his neck by then, a tiny mischievous grin playing across her lips. "Though I'm not inclined to argue."

"You'd better not," he disappeared behind the bed again.

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"Fifteen minutes Chief," Jag called through the door. This time it was Nat's head that popped above the edge of the bed. She grabbed the nearest crono. Feeling Cam's hands run lightly up her arms.

"They're a good three minutes fast," she muttered just before Cam pulled her down again.

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"How much longer," he asked.

She plucked the crono from its precarious perch on the nightstand and laughed. "Three..."

"Three what?"

"Two."

"Nat this isn't funny."

"One."

Someone knocked on the door, "Cheif you've only got five minutes." Nat laughed.

"That wasn't funny," he sat up slipping his robe on again. "Damnit where is that sash."

She laughed again. "Over near the door." She gave him a long kiss, "See you in five" and slipped into the bathroom.

 

Cam held his robe together as he crossed the short hallway to his room, nearly tripping over the misplaced plant along the way. What an afternoon, he thought. He had never known a woman as insatiable, not that he minded of course.

"Who had five minutes?"

"I had ten."

"I had five minutes late."

Trina looked at each face in turn. "Does this group bet on everything?"

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The ballroom was quite a spectacle. Humans and aliens of over a hundred species were readily apparant. Buffet tables were loaded with exotic foods that could intice or poison depending on the species that consumed it. Ambassadors, diplomats, senators, and heads of state from throughout the galaxy were in attendance for the celebration of the twentieth anniversary of the founding of the New Republic. Somewhere in the mix was possibly the most dangerous threat to the Jedi Order.

Cam, like the others in the group, was wearing one of the finest suits to be found on Coruscant. Natia had tucked her wings away inside a dress that looked like it was made exclusively for her. Cam felt someone approach.

"Ambassador,..Jarek Zebron,..from Corellia, am I right?"

Cam smiled as he slipped into character. He recognized the Senator from Mantooine from the briefings that Trina had given them. "Yes, and this is my...assistant, Talinda."

"Delighted to meet you. Your wife is not in attendance?"

"Regretably not." Cam covered quickly with the prearranged cover story. "She has been ill of late and has never taken well to space travel." Cam knew he needed to get rid of the affable senator. With a subtle hand gesture he added, "Have you tried the grilled gooberfish? What the chef has done is simply amazing."

The senator's eyes glazed slightly. "If you would excuse me. I must try that grilled gooberfish."

 

The group of Jedi had enjoyed the hospitality of the clan of Dathomir witches. From riding rancors to sparring matches, the guys had done their best not to be outdone by the women. Azanti had made a supreme effort to appear as strong as ever, as if delivering a baby was something she did every day. Kara, Kristy, Sabina, Cathy, and Aphreal all took turns making faces and talking in silly voices to try to entice a reaction from the newborn. Soon, it would be time for sleep.

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Meanwhile, back on Yavin IV, one of the students was taking a walk in the cool evening twilight. The student retrieved a small device from a pocket. Tapping a couple of buttons on the device caused it to send a coded burst transmission. A light appeared on the device to indicate that the prerecorded message was sent successfully. The student smiled, knowing that not even IG-64's droids and equipment would intercept the signal. The only person who could have was Viktor Keynei, and he had not been seen recently.

 

*Hi guys sorry I haven't been here for two weeks I was out of town. can somebody give me a brief run down of what's happened? TTFN*

 

The ball was already in full swing before they arrived, and Jagon was instantly taken aback by the sheer enormity of it.

Denizen's of a hundred worlds mingled and conversed, the smell of perfumes and colognes hung heavily in the air. Several tables were arranged with foodstuffs, and droid waiters moved through the mass; their servos and processors overworked by the throng of those placeing orders. He glanced about at the others in the group, a wide smile on his face.

"So, this is the ball, huh?" He asked Keez as the twi'lek walked past. "Pretty exzpensive.."

"Let's try not to break anything." His blue skinned friend responded, and then instantly resumed his charater as a Twi'Lek senator walked past. "Tal'Ryn! How lovely to see you..."

Jagon smiled again as his friend moved into the crowd. He turned to see Kirney, resplendent in her gown. "M'lady." He said, bowing deeply.

She nodded, a half smile creeping onto her face. Both had thought back to the previous evening. Jagon grinned. "No danceing for m'lady tonight?"

He motioned to the dance floor where a large group of partygoers had already begun to dance to the slow music provided by the house band. He noticed Keez moveing among the dancers, his hands in those of a petit human girl.

"I wish to mingle first," she said drawing closer to him. In a harsh whisper she finished her thought, " You need to keep your eyes on the objective."

He winked and fell into step behind her, his eyes watchful. He was a bodygaurd, after all. The comm unit in his ear buzzed. It was Cam.

"Radio silence..now."

Jagon looked to Kirn, and both understood. Any communication between them would be suseptable to being eavesdropped upon, and the comm was for emergencys only. They continued their progression through the crowd, Kirn talking to the gathered delegates, Jagon watching them for signs of a threat.

 

*Oh goody, a ball!!*

"Wow, swanky!" Stoagy said as he stared open mouthed at the room.

"Close your mouth, Ambassador," Ami smiled. "If you're not careful someone will notice you looking like you've never seen something like this."

"Sorry." Stoag closed his mouth. "Would you like to dance?"

"That's quite an honor, Ambassador, but I must decline. I have a bone to pick with somebody about the rest of this group treating me like a six-year-old."

"Good luck. If you need me, I'll be checking out that hot redhead."

 

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Kirn caught Trin?s eye as she motioned slightly towards the bathrooms. ?I?ll just go freshen up a bit,? she mentioned to Jag and set off in that direction. She caught Terice?s eyes first flicked hers in the direction of the bathroom and continued on in a slow pace chatting with various dignitaries along the way. She tapped Sam on the shoulder, ?Can I discuss something with you. Privately??

?Would be my pleasure,? Sam responded. She excused herself from her current chatting partner and motioned her towards a more private area. ?Need to freshen up??

Kirn spent the next few minutes pretending to chat about business and the celebration, until they were positively certain that there was no one in the bathroom. The other two joined them a moment later. ?Alright fairy god mother,? Kirn grinned. ?What?s up.?

?Got the stuff,? Trina asked still in her sultry voice.

?As always,? Terice and Sam said smiling. Terice unsnapped her skirt holding it out to show off all of the tiny pieces of equipment it had hidden from scanners. ?Have to love how much you can hide in a full length skirt,? she laid it out on the counter pulling all of the little artifacts from inside. When she?d emptied it she snapped it back on again. Sam repeated the process, as did Kirn. ?Who gets to play spy at the temple.?

?I do,? Sam replied. ?I won?t be missed, you and Tiera are a part of the dignitaries. Unzip me please.?

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?Where are the girls,? Keez asked.

?That?s a very good question,? Zak spoke next.

?I thought we were in com silence,? Cam added.

?Girls are in the bathroom,? Nat added returning with drinks. She leaned in closer to his ear, ?Master one is looking our way now.?

Trina had designated four possible masters that fit the profile of the one they were looking for, though they were supposed to tag them all just incase their prey was more cunning then she thought. ?Ah hell,? Cam whispered into Nats ear. ?Ami?s out of character.?

?Zak, do us the favor of reminding her that she?s an ambassador and that the discussion can wait.?

?No problem,? he replied.

?I count three exits,? Cam mentioned stirring his drink briefly. ?We?re short one.?

 

Jagon glanced at his crono...fifteen minutes had passed since Kirn excused herself. He had made three of their suspects, none of which had given him more than a second glance. There had been no sign of Xonia.

Several delegates gathered around him, one, a rather large Togorian, spoke to him in heavily accented Basic. "Is all going well, you seem to be distracted?"

"I am at a loss to the whereabouts of my charge, she is so impetuous at times." He said with a grin. The gathering laughed with him. "You give them a inch, they take a parsec."

"True," a Twi'lek said lifting his drink. "They can be rather..uncontrollable at times."

"Yes." Jagon answered. "Now if you will excuse me, I am charged with the saftey of the princess."

He walked away form the group, with only one glance behind. Anyone of them could be the enemy, anyone of them waiting for an opportunity. Another glance at his crono showed twenty-three minutes since Kirn's leaving.

"Where are you, princess." He muttered under his breath. He was near the location of the 'freshers when his comm crackled.

"....need backu...help..requestin....help."

The voice was unmistakable. Kirn!

"Stalker one to lead." Jagon said, activating the comm with his finger. "Stalker one to lead."

"Lead here, we are on radio silence, one." Cam answered him with a harsh whisper. "What's the problem?"

"You didn't copy that, Lead?" Jagon said, his eyes flying through the crowd, looking for Kirn. "I got a distress from two."

"Distress? We did not copy that, one." Cam said. "Where was two's location?"

"Fresher, third teir, dancefloor side." Jagon said as he rushed to the fresher. He muttered apologies to dignitaries as he pushed past them. "I'm headed that way now."

"Hold your position, one. Stalker three?"

"Three here." Zak answered. "I'm already on my way."

Jagon stopped his forward momentum. He was in sight of the refresher entrance, and a glance told him that Zak was on the stairway headed in his direction. He looked back to the refresher and saw a figure dressed like Kirney. She was fighting with a man dressed in black, his face obscured from veiw. She struggled and was forced into a entrance way to the left of the refreshers. Those in attendance to the ball either had not seen or did not care, they hadn't even moved.

"I have a check on two's position, Lead. We have one or more assailants." Jagon said as he moved towards the door. "I repeat, we have one or more possible assailants."

"Stay there, one, three is almost on your position." Cam ordered

"That is a negative, Lead. I'm going in, she's in trouble." Jagon said as he inched towards the dark doorway. "I'm going in."

"Lead to one, do not engage without backup, do not engage!"

But the words were lost as Jagon entered the door, and it shut behind him with a click.

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"Three, do you have a visual on one?" Cam said as he glanced at Nat and the others. Trina had not returned yet either, adn could be in danger herself.

"Negative, Lead." Zak answered.

Dammit, why didn't you wait, Jagon. He thought as he motioned for the others to follow him. He shook his head as he halfran to the catwalk that connected the teirs together. In the rush he bumped into someone and looked up to offer an apology. His eyes grew wide as he saw the person's face.

"Princess Tiera?" Kirn looked at him with mock disgust.

"Yes." She said in answer, straightening her dress.

"Have you seen your bodyguard?" Cam asked as he continued to walk, he was getting just a little worried.

"No, I thought he was with you." She said, falling into step behind him. "Is he not?"

"No, he's just walked into a trap." Cam said, his voice omminous. "Let's hope we're not to late."

 

The room was cold, and Jagon knew at once that he shouldn't have entered it. The hairs on his neck stood on end, and not just from the cold of the antichamber.

He moved cautiously, no sign of Kirn or her attacker so far, and his eyes scanned the darkness for movement. He had reached what he guessed was the opening to a larger room, when a light form over head glared onto what apeared to be a stage. A dark figure stood in the circle of illumination, it's face covered with a hood.

"So good of you to join us, young one." It said, but the words just appeared in his head, as if they had never been spoken. "Are you looking for your friend?"

Another light burst onto the stage, and Kirney stood in it's glow. Jagon made a step towards her, but suddenly stopped. Her face seemed to change, to grow older. Flesh seemed to rot and decay bfore his eyes, falling off to reveal pale bone.

Soon nothing was left but a skeleton, and it shattered into dust as the hooded figure waved his hand.

"A trick, boy." The words appeared in his head again. "You have come seeking me, and found yourself sought."

"Why the parlor tricks?" Jagon asked as he walked towars the figure. "Why not just destroy us?"

"Ha!" The figure laughed. "I would soon destroy a world as you, boy."

"Really," Jagon retorted. "The feeling is not mutual."

The figure waved his hand once again, and Jagon barely doged the blow from behind. His hand went to the concealed vibroblade in his sleeve, and with a quick motion blocked the next blow and buried the blade to the hilt in his attackers chest.

"Very good, your anger is great...I have use for you." The figure spoke as Jagon spun towards him, blade ready for more attackers. "But your friends will soon be looking for you, and I mustn't be discovered just yet."

Jagon was knocked against the far wall by a force, his limbs would not move. He struggled against it, but found himself pressed tighter to the unforgiveing duracreet.

"Good night, young one."

Jagon felt a shrp pain in his neck, and the world became a much dimmer place. The last thing he heard before he blacked out completly was the sound of laughter and his own boots being scraped against the floor.

 

The small celebration was winding down. All but the group of Jedi had returned to their lodges. An empty bottle of Whyren's Reserve sat near the campfire. The laughter had died down and many eyes were beginning to droop. Cathy was holding the baby, who was sound asleep.

Captain Draco was in the middle of one of his stories when Darius noticed the expresion of Sabina's face. "What's wrong, Bina, something the matter?"

"Gosh, I hope not," she replied. "I was just thinking about Jagon and I tried to reach out to him. For some reason, I couldn't find him."

Kev checked his chrono. "I wouldn't worry too much, Bina. It's getting late in Imperial City as well as here. Maybe he's already gone to sleep. Or perhaps the auroras are giving you interference. Coruscant is a long way from here to try to sense a single individual, plus it takes a lot of practice with that skill to perform well."

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A student smiled slightly while walking back to the dorms. The message was sent. Soon, it would be soon. Perhaps tommorrow. Two operatives had been detained too long. Curious about the girl, this student thought. It hadn't been discovered she had been left behind at first. Of course, there had been a hasty retreat, which not everyone survived. But why was she still here, seemingly playing the part of a Jedi student, after eight months without contact with the Master? Was she playing a game of her own? Was this part of a contingency plan that had not been revealed to everyone? Curious indeed.

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Xonia moved through the party like a krakana on the scent of blood. She had been busy influencing senators on certain bills that she had an interest in seeing passed or voted down. In the cases where pheromones couldn't influence someone, there was always bribery or blackmail.

One of the decorative combs in her hair housed a miniture two-way communication device. A signal from one of her agents lured her into the security office. She smiled a wicked smile. Yes, they were trying to put up a front of being merely a group of dignitaries who had been quartered together in the crowded hotel. A closer look revealed that they exchanged secretive conversation, occassionally one would actually hold a finger to an ear to receive comm traffic. Xonia directed one of the men to scan frequncies to isolate the one the Jedi were using.

The man shook his head. "No use, Ma'am. I've been trying for ten minutes already. I can tell you that it's heavily scrambled, skipping between twelve frequncies per second. So far it's been jumping around within a band of a thousand frequncies. It's a random change and I can't predict a pattern. Very hi-tech stuff."

"Well, perhaps the content of their conversation is not all that important." She glanced at a holocam monitor in which she could see Jagon Tor and his abductors. "Have they all been accounted for?"

"One of the females has been out of camera range for about ten minutes. We still haven't tagged your older Chimaera, but we have three possibles."

"Stay on it," she commanded.

 

Good morning everyone, Scruff gave me the heads up on the new thread and I figured having been gone for a year is a long enough vacation so I think I may be back for a while.

Character Stats

Name: Juram Caser

Height: 6'4" (2 meters)

Weight: 200lbs (98 Kilos)

History: Juram was a clone of the geneticist Dr. Caser as an experiment to determine the genetic basis of force traits. Juram is has a decent mastery of the force, having been a student at the academy. His strengths are in intellectual pursuits. He was a part of Dagon Quizen's compound as a child, keeping ananymity through adopting a Sith name. In his days at the academy he solved the punch/poison crisis and was last seen heading for points unknown with Krelo Rei'ch and her young cousin Kresa Rei'de. Recently, he decided that his time away was leading him from his Jedi training and had decided to come back to finish. His studies have made him proficient in all forms of scientific analysis and his puzzle solving ability is nearly unmatched. Rare is the occasion when he uses his sabre, but he has been known to duel.

I'm having trouble getting back in the story, since this is an action sequence, if someone can figure out a way for me to get back in I'll be happy, just e-mail me and I'll be more than happy to oblige.