Star Wars Leá Monde II: The Phantom Pain

IC: Glyndon Nordic
Lobby, Lumitar Industries, City North

Glyndon was able to to get a few more answers from DeOrland before he left. He learned that the Cardinal wants the throne himself. By creating a candidate process, he could manipulate. Glyndon thought of Brendan. He was no fool and he definitely was not one to manipulate. He was always hard enough to keep in line since his mother's death.

Glyndon figured this is why his son was in danger. He knew that Brendon was not going to be easy to control and the Cardinal would try and eliminate him. Well over my dead body. he thought as he entered the turbo lift.

It was a long ride to the top floor. Enough time for Glyndon to think about what had been said to him. Atleast DeOrland had stayed back with Stark. He didn't know who to trust. But it was the VKP officer giving him answers that the Blade had not. He had to go on that unless something told him otherwise.

He was a little nervous and tried to keep his legs from wobbling. He had to see Brendon somehow and tell him to reject the offer. That way maybe just maybe both could get out of here with their lives intact. He then wondered what would happen to him if Brendon should reject the offer. It's not an easy thing to do just walk away but Brendon must know the truth if he doesn't know already.

He didn't even know if he could get to his son to tell him. He felt lost in this charade of games they have him playing. He had to do something. He couldn't stand by and watch his son die over some stupid crown.

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Calen Rohn; Office on the top Floor; City North

He smiled as he heard the voice. So after all he had reached the top of this mystery, in the very sense of the word. gently he pushed the girl out of the elevator.


"You´ll be fine. I´ll take care of you, I won´t let anybody do anything to you." He whispered to her and knew it was a lie. The girl was puzzle piece that would have to fit somewhere. She was little more. Only a puzzle piece in a jigsaw. His blaster was small enough to fit into his sleeve and there he put it with his hand, both hands vanishing in his sleeves and concealed, like core world nobles used to do it.

He finally stepped out of the elevator himself and walked into the room.

"Well, I am pleased to make you aquaintance, Sir." He said with his smile, his famous galaxy wide known smile. His greatest lie. This smile was his greatest lie that now came true. for the first time in years he felt it was genuine.

Tag: Winged, TEE?

 

PCs: Avidan Malreaux
NPCs: Ludo Shamshir AKA Aldous Corinne

Nexu Enclosure, Valendian Royal Zoo, City South

"The nexus?" echoed Shamshir. "The nexus is the City. The whole of it. You can't sense it because it hasn't truly awoken yet. You don't want to be around when it does."

He conjured a portal of smoke before them, and stepped halfway into it.

"I can lead you to the key, however. Or as close to the key as I am able."

Tag: Trimaj

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PCs: Calen Rohn, Glyndon Nordic
NPCs: Callo, Lumitar fon Papillon

[i]Floor 27, Lumitar Industries, City North[/i]

"Well, I am pleased to make you aquaintance, Sir," said Calen.

He had stepped into a large office that looked more like a laboratory. A half-circle of desks faced him, each of them covered with diagrams and datapads, as well as test tubes and labelled liquids. At the central desk sat a short Snivvian, bustling around in a long white lab coat, goggles affixed to his forehead. He had a small insectoid droid perched upon his shoulder.

[i]"Baz u katpat,"[/i] growled the Snivvian in reply.

"Thank you, and greetings to you also," translated the droid, in the high-pitched voice Calen had heard from the waiting room. The Snivvian continued to snarl out words in his native tongue, and the droid continued to translate.

"Like many of my species," it said, "I do not speak Basic for cultural reasons. I hope that you are not offended. My name is Lumitar fon Papillon. Welcome to my home, Mr Rohn."

Lumitar glanced over Calen's shoulder and rumbled another greeting. Glyndon Nordic had just walked into the office.

"And welcome to you as well, Mr Nordic," translated the droid.

Finally Lumitar looked towards the frightened girl cowering at Calen's shoulder.

[i]"Di arysi du arys pas-essen lure mass,"[/i] he whispered. The droid did not translate.

[b]Tag: TheGoodImperial, JEDI_TEELGIRLOO[/b]
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IC: Glyndon Nordic
Floor 27, Lumitar Industries, City North

The top floor was 27 stories high. Glyndon hated elevators. He had been a raid of them since he was a small child. Since that day he got stuck on the 35th floor in Coruscant. Glyndon paced back and forth as the elevator rode up smoothley to the top.

He had so much on his mind. Why had he been summoned to the top floor. Who was there to greet him. It was suppose to be Dr fon Papillon's office where he was to report. Why him? He scratched his head baffled at what to expect. He wished he had some sort of weapon a knife at least. He felt vulnerable without any protection.

As he paced, his foot started to itch. Glyndon took off his shoe and scratched his foot. His balance was off a bit and he almost fell right when the elevator door opened.

He stumbled out of the elevator in to the office. He walked awkwardly in to the room where he was greeted by a translator droid. "And welcome to you as well, Mr Nordic,"

Glyndon saluted Lumitar fon Papillon , raising his hand, not realizing he still held his shoe. ?Thank you. Greetings to you as well.? He said with a smile, while waving his shoe around. He head turned to see that they were not alone. Calen Rohn was there with a girl who looked absolutely frightened.

Lumitor whispered something in a foreign language that the droid did not translate. "Di arysi du arys pas-essen lure mass."

Glyndon put his she back on then walked up to Rohn. ?Mr. Rohn, it?s a pleasure to see you.? he turned to the girl the looked back at Rohn ?Who may I ask is this? Is everything alright? he asked with a concern tone.

TAG TGI, Winged Jedi

 

ooc: Sorry, could not resist with the inside joke

Calen Rohn; Office; Top of the building

"Translation is absolutely fine. I actually speak a little of your language." calen said and nodded politely. he had waited with this revelation until the secret command had been given. It was a lie. Like so many things he told people. But it would keep the good Lumitar busy for a few seconds.

The elevator behind him had opened and someone left it. Calen stared at Lumitar and smiled. Whistling a command in a foreign language to your droid when a guest with your favourite torture-victim came in. Lumitar would probably have been more subtle when he had yelled out the command to activate some security or counter measures. But for now Calen played the ignorant.

Then the other man was there. It became crowded up here.

?Mr. Rohn, it?s a pleasure to see you.? The man greeted him as if they knew each other. Did they? Or did he recognize Calen from the media . . . ah, no. Another father. they had actually stood next to him when this awfully long ceremony had almost killed him. "Pleasure is on my side." Calen said with the same fake smile. The man, Mr. Nordic if he recalled right, turned to the girl the looked back at Rohn ?Who may I ask is this? Is everything alright?"

Calen looked at the girl and laughed out. "You see, Mr. Nordic, I actually almost forgot all about her. Nordic, you know that menas northern on Argazdan? Yes, it really does." Looking at the girl and then back to Lumitar he nodded. 2Really, it does. Concerning the girl? She is one of our hosts playthings. He needed a living testing ground for some ritual he tried that is actually related to this artifact all this fuss is about." He threw that out, as if he had known it all along and found nothing to be particular interesting about it. "That is what you did, did you?" Calen asked towards their host. "Actually a rough but in it´s roughness exceptionally beautiful work you delivered there, dear Sir." Calen smiled once more. "You got talent."

Tag: WingedJedi; Tee

 

OOC: Personally, I love and encourage such inside references. I've made about three of my own during the game.

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PCs: Calen Rohn, Glyndon Nordic
NPCs: Callo, Lumitar fon Papillon

[i]Floor 27, Lumitar Industries, City North[/i]

Lumitar sniffled and bowed his head. The droid spoke up again.

"Thank you," it said. "That you speak some of the Snivvian tongue is quite the surprise. You are an extraordinary man, Mr Rohn."

He paused, and turned to Glyndon.

"As are you, Mr Nordic. A galaxy-renowned artist to my left, a brilliant inventor to my right. And myself, a genius of a geneticist. We all take the same pleasure in our creations, do we not? I had a feeling the two of you would appreciate my work here."

He gestured towards Callo, rasping out something long and complex.

"Mr Rohn is almost correct in his deductions," translated the droid, "except that I know little and care less for this ritual business. I leave that to my benefactor. My focus is on manufacturing specimens like Callo: a perfect clone."

"C-clone?" echoed the girl, half-angry and half-shocked. "M-my name is Callo Merlose, and I am no cl-"

"A perfect clone," repeated the droid. "Fashioned from some very rare, very old tissue. We had to give this one some false memories, after the last one escaped and made some...[i]unpleasant[/i] allegations. I note that this one still remembers her original name though."

Lumitar shuffled over to a desk drawer, and removed a long, thin needle.

"Perfect in every way, except one- that we cloned the wrong tissue to begin with. Fortunately that mistake was later remedied. And I'm afraid Callo here is now little more than a perfectly useless masterpiece..."

[b]Tag: TheGoodImperial, JEDI_TEELGIRLOO[/b]
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IC: Floryn Korodoro

Once more, the Trandoshan was atop him. Once more, something was exploding. This trip was terrible.

He didn't see what had happened, and couldn't pretend to know why. But he did see the hand raised against the Inquisitor. He saw her pinned, somehow. He knew the rumors that Malreaux could touch the Force...his own son, Valance, may be as lucky...

Floryn stood with difficulty to view the now exploded speeder and the wreckage from its burst frame spread all over the graveyard. Flame and shrapnel killed gizka and lice en masse. A contingent of snowflies spiraled upward in a swarm about the rising pillar of smoke.

"This day...has not...been a good day."

He turned to the Knight. "It's clear that whatever's happening in the tower can't continue. Too much has gone awry. Really. Something has to be done, with the Cardinal or without him."

TAG: Sinrebirth

 

IC: Avidan Malreaux
Nexu Enclosure, Valendian Royal Zoo, City South

Is the city? That would suggest... And Avidan figured it out. The city was responsible for everything that had been happening, all of the plagues and where things were ultimately heading. That prophecy he had heard before kept niggling at his brain, but he still could not remember it's ultimate end, which bothered him to no end. Still, he knew that the results were not good.

A puff of smoke, one of Shamshir's portals, opened up and he stepped halfway through it, offering to lead Avidan to the key. Or close to it anyway, which Avidan suspected might be a trap. Surely he isn't this foolish. Surely. Of course he very well might be over-estimating Shamshir, who had been dealing with fanatics for the most part for quite some time. That did have a tendency to make one less mentally astute than usual. But were it really this easy, many would curse this Falleen, leader of the Mullenkamp.

Keeping an even expression on his face, Avidan pretended to consider the offer, but was really trying to figure out how to make use of the key once it was in his possession. Deciding that would reveal itself in time, Avidan spoke. "Lead the way. Let's bring this series of events to a close." With that, he followed Shamshir into a miniature piece of hell again. He had lived through worse.

TAG: WINGED

 

Calen Rohn; Office; Lumitar Industries

"Useless Masterpieces, tell me about it." Calen sighed and smiled. Smiled. Smiled. Smiled. The girl was clone or the man was lying. Looking at lumitar fon Papillion it was hard to tell. "But she is only a first step to true prefection then. I assume you do not have the freedom to name your benefactors? Who actually does these days. But this is interesting. i never realized how much cloning was an artform, really. Until I saw her. Tell me, who was the inteneded target of the cloning proccess?"

Looking at Nordic he turned back to Lumitar and kept up the civil facade. With secret orders mentioned, Jedi vanishing and clones of long dead it was painfully obvious, this would not end good.

Then again, probably did not wanted it to.

But before that, they could have a civilized chat. what else was there to od between gentlemen, before the situation escalated?

Tag: Winged, TEE

 

GM NOTE

This will be Winged_Jedi's last update before a break that will end on the 15th July. Please do respond to it and interact with each other as normal. Soon there will be a brief guest post which will serve as a mid-season cliffhanger.

It's been a pleasure and a privilege to GM you all so far. See you on my return.

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PCs: Sinwara Malreaux, Floryn Korodoro
NPCs: Grand Steward LeSait, Captain Voren'kaa, Crimson Blade guard

[i]Cemetery, Great Cathedral, City Centre[/i]

"It's clear that whatever's happening in the tower can't continue," pleaded Floryn. "Too much has gone awry. Really. Something has to be done, with the Cardinal or without him."

"Help! Help us!" yelled Malreaux.

The demands of the two fathers were enough to shock those around them into action. LeSait looked from the wreckage of the speeder (and what was left of Heldricht) and back to Malreaux. Then towards Floryn, and finally towards the Crimson Blades. He had an odd, glazed look upon his face. Finally, he unholstered his blasters and approached the Cathedral rear entrance.

"I'm going inside," he growled to the door guard. "Lords Korodoro and Malreaux may accompany me if they so choose. But by hell, we're going to find out what's going on."

The guard glanced towards Voren'kaa. The Trandoshan nodded, stiffly.

And finally, the doors were opened.

[b]Tag: Sinrebirth, BobaMatt[/b]

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PCs: Avidan Malreaux
NPCs: Ludo Shamshir AKA Aldous Corinne

[i]???[/i]

"There are many magics protecting the key," said Shamshir. "I'll take us as close as I can- but I'm not entirely sure where we'll end up. Keep your wits about you, Malreaux."

And with that, the smoke enveloped them.

Again Avidan briefly lost control of his limbs as he plummeted through the fog, and again he landed roughly on the ground. When he looked up, he found that they were standing in near-complete darkness, in a room of cold stone and bare decoration. A stairway at their feet led downwards, deep into the black.

What light there was filtered in from a crack in the ceiling above them, where they could see the markings of a trapdoor, adjoined to a ladder which was attached to the wall.

"Ah," breathed Shamshir. "As expected. We're directly beneath the Great Cathedral."

[b]Tag: Trimaj[/b]

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PCs: Calen Rohn, Glyndon Nordic
NPCs: Callo, Lumitar fon Papillon

[i]Floor 27, Lumitar Industries, City North[/i]

Lumitar snorted.

"Ah, my benefactor," said his droid. "He has no interest in my art. You would think an individual as wealthy as myself would have no need of a benefactor. The richest Snivvian for Seven Sectors, they like to say..."

He wandered over to Callo, waving the needle in his paw.

"Did you ever hear the belief that our late Queen Dalmasca was the re-incarnation of an ancient saint? Yes? No? A nonsense, of course. But my benefactor believed her to be the re-incarnation of another creature altogether- a curious creature named the Red Queen.

"So when his beloved Dalmasca died, he decided to return to the original incarnation and bring the Red Queen back to life. We traced her remains to catacombs beneath the City. Unfortunately, those remains were mixed up with another woman's...hence the accidental creation of this masterpiece here. The accidents of art are often the most beautiful."

He reached forward, and attempting to inject Callo with the syringe.

[b]Tag: TheGoodImperial, JEDI_TEELGIRLOO[/b]
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Guess who, boys?

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[b]IC: Kara Dysar, The Red Queen[/b]

She awoke.

[i]Where am I?[/i]

She was ... floating. Floating upright, suspended in a tank of some thick, viscous liquid - [i]bacta[/i], whispered her memory, although she was not quite sure how she knew. [i]I am in a bacta tank[/i]. But how? The last thing she remembered was -

[i]Flash.[/i] A man's face, familiar yet not, the Force surrounding him like a nimbus. [i]Flash.[/i] Walls crumbling as they fought. [i]Flash.[/i] Pain tearing through her, blood seeping through her fingers. [i]Flash. Flash. Flash.[/i]

Then nothing.

Now she was here, suspended in bacta. And that meant -

Behind the breather mask, Kara Dysar smiled.

[b]TAG: Wing[/b]

 

IC: Glyndon Nordic
Floor 27, Lumitar Industries, City North

Glyndon was fascinated on learning about the girl. He looked at her intensely, studying her features. He was right in front of her face looking at her as if she was an art piece f some kind. Glyndon had to agree it was very well done and indeed could be considered a masterpiece. Though Calen Rohn didn?t seem to think so. "Useless Masterpieces, tell me about it." was what he said.

?My word.? Glyndon said as he was awestruck at the way the girl was made. He wondered why she was made in the first place. Meanwhile, Rohn tried to get Lumitor fon Pappilion to name his benefactors.

Lumitar snorted.

"Ah, my benefactor," said his droid. "He has no interest in my art. You would think an individual as wealthy as myself would have no need of a benefactor. The richest Snivvian for Seven Sectors, they like to say..."

Glyndon, who understood about the need of benefactors. With his inventions, he had little support. He had to be resourceful just to be able to get his inventions done. Even if it meant putting up his own credits. Still it paid off in the end. He wouldn?t recommend it as a common practice.

He wandered over to Callo, waving the needle in his paw.

"Did you ever hear the belief that our late Queen Dalmasca was the re-incarnation of an ancient saint?

?An ancient saint?? Glyndon said curious as where this story was going.

"A nonsense, of course. But my benefactor believed her to be the re-incarnation of another creature altogether- a curious creature named the Red Queen." Glyndon?s eyes perked up at what he just heard.

?The Red Queen.? Glyndon remembered that the Duros in the street talking about the return of the Red Queen. Glyndon had asked Eyre about it but the Blade had no information about it. Now that he thinks about it. From what he learned from DeOrland, Eyre could have been holding back.

"So when his beloved Dalmasca died, he decided to return to the original incarnation and bring the Red Queen back to life. We traced her remains to catacombs beneath the City. Unfortunately, those remains were mixed up with another woman's...hence the accidental creation of this masterpiece here. The accidents of art are often the most beautiful."

He reached forward, and attempting to inject Callo with the syringe. Glyndon who was still in front of the girl looked at her even more closely than he did before. He then turned to face Lumitor.

?Can you tell me why do they call her the Red Queen??

There must be something in the Red Queen?s past that has to do with everything he saw. If he could get an understanding of the Red Queen, maybe he could find a way to save his son.

TAG TGI, Winged Jedi

OOC: Welcome to Lea' Monde Xany.

 

OOC: oh crap... we're all screwed

Avidan Malreaux
Beneath the Grand Cathedral

Standing halfway to oblivion was interesting. There was almost a tug, like something trying to breath him in. It was very distracting, and made Avidan not pay as much attention as he probably ought to have. Shamshir was saying something about magics protecting the key, but Avidan didn't really believe in magic so he paid it little heed. With that, they were through the nexu hole, and Avidan experienced the decided displeasure of having his body no long being under his control once again. Mentally gritting his teeth against the pain Avidan "dealt". Worse things could be happening to him. Sori standing in front of him condemning him for not saving her for instance.

Landing on his butt, again, Avidan's jaw was jutting out at the less than noble stance he found himself in. Also due to his now bruising tailbone. This was happening far too often, especially since Shamshir seemed to have been in complete control of his exit. That one so lowly would have such control was infuriating, but it might be due to Shamshir's Jedi training. It was small comfort.

As Avidan looked around he noted exactly how dark it was. Dark enough that it was only the little flecks in what was surely stone (if the floor was any indication) that reflected from the crack in the ceiling that provided illumination. There was little in the room, a rough table and chair, and a set of stairs leading down into even deeper darkness. Shamshir explained where they were, which was of little surprise to Avidan. It had been the most obvious place for the key to be, seeing as it was also the center of religion for the city. In a sense it felt like the heart. A foul, black, rotted heart that spoke to Avidan on a very basic level. It spoke of power, and he wanted it.

Standing, Avidan looked towards what amounted to a black stain in the floor. "I assume we go that way." Moving to the edge of the black he peered down, trying ot gain some knowledge of what lay beneath. His eyes refused to pick up much of any definition, and Avidan sighed softly. What he wouldn't give for a glowrod right about then.

TAG: WINGED

 

ooc: A little godmodding approved by Winged_Jedi.

Calen Rohn
Office in the Penthouse


Calen watched the man slowly approach the girl with his needle. Nordic asked questions about the Red Queen. Obviously the center-figure in this puzzle.

"Good question, my friend. Good questions. All of them." Calen looked to Nordic as Lumitar passed him to approach the girl. "He needs to answer them when he is awake again.

And from his sleeve came the gun and was pointed directly at Lumitars head. A meter away, not even Calen could miss the man. He pulled the trigger and the stun bolt went right into the man´s face. A second one hit his chest.

Could you overdose stunbolts? Well, what could you not overdosed? Calen restrained himself, even though he realized how he loved this simple game of cause and effect. Pulling this piece of metal and the man drops. He even managed to look noble, instead of giving the dropping body a satisfied grin that he displayed inside his soul.

Looking at the droid he switched the weapon to deadly, still aiming at Lumitar´s head. "Well, I assume you are more dangerous than you seem. But programmed to preserve his life by any means? Well, would you then shut down, trigger no alarm and lock down the office? Please?" Calen asked. And then he gave him the most gentle smile. "Or I´ll be forced to kill him for . . . crimes against the galaxy or some other nonsense . . . "

To his surprise he realized, he would. Indeed. He would.

"And then I´d say we take our tme, Mr. Lumitar. I am certain he will apreciate my masterwork." Calen looked to Nordic. "Or did you wanted anymore half-truth and lies? I thought we might apply some pressure now."

Nodding to the girl he smiled. Would you get me a drink my dear?"


Tag: TEE, Winged

 

OOC: Well...if we're getting in last licks...

Also, HEY XAN!!! ::waves::

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[b]IC: Floryn Korodoro[/b]
[link=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihF_aXi-Huk]Outside the Cathedral, City Central...[/link]

[blockquote]He had been Noori, the Imperial Knight that delivered the news. It was difficult to tell in a hologram, but the faint hints of coloration and the near pupil-less eyes made Floryn Korodoro relatively sure.

Yes, he'd been Noori, and it had been a bright day on Saleucami. The sun shone with an immensity in the perfectly blue sky - blue, he knew, from lack of moisture but still a beautiful shade. The Earl had been sitting in the vast gardens that extended far in every direction from the mansion. He reflected, occasionally, on what could possibly justify such a massive expenditure of water, living as he did on an arid world, but the poet mused that very often in society, status was represented by just how much one could stand to waste. Ancient civilizations - some contemporary ones on far flung worlds - had vomitoriums for the rich to showcase how little they needed the food they ate by regurgitating the slop in a pit before returning to the feast. In fact, lawns and gardens had themselves evolved from farms. When the rich did not [i]need[/i] they could dedicate their vast land to grass and flowers and fruitless trees, to that which was lovely but useless. [i]Lovely but useless...[/i]like his poetry? Like his riches and his marriage and his planet? For what good, [i]really[/i] was Saleucami? And by extension, then, what good was the world's Earl? Saleucami was in the [i]way[/i] of things, to be sure - it had been in the way of the Techno Union and the Perlemian Trade Route. It had stood in the way of a Republic Army seeking to squash the fetuses of Nikto clones.

But these had not been Floryn Korodoro's thoughts on that day. He had sat watching his wife socialize with other noble women - not all Wroonian - and scribbling in his notebooks verses, lines, phrases, crossing them out, rewriting, composing for the ages. His publisher's endorsement of his last collection had not been enthusiastic. How dare he?! He was no artist. It was not in his soul. He was this publisher, so far from Saleucami in his office on Coruscant, to judge the words of an Imperial Earl? He had watched Valance, but a child, bouncing on his mother's knee. The boy had talents. Not talents. [i]Abilities.[/i]

"My Lord," the servant said, startling Floryn out of his poetic reverie. "There is a message from Bastion."

It took the Earl a moment, but he quickly stood and followed his man into the house. Upon opening the door he was immediately hit with the blast of ventilation that kept the inside cool. His robes flowing, he had dismissed the servant and decided to take the call in his study. It was better that Illya was not with him; no, he would tell his wife the good news later, surprise her. Perhaps this could unite them.

His study was full of tomes, fairly rustic, ancient looking, but in the middle there was a holoprojector all the same. The pressure of his weight upon the pad activated it. Yes, the Knight had been Noori. Red armor, black bodysuit, golden skin and hair, black and gold striped orbs in his skill. Noori, which was the only detail Floryn still remembered for he had never gotten the Imperial Knight's name. "Greetings, Master," the Earl said. He grinned.

And yet the news had not been good news. Valance, the Knight reported somewhat unceremoniously, did not have the talent, or at least not in the sufficient quantity, to undergo training. Floryn didn't remember if he had responded. He was almost sure he hadn't. The holoprojector merely shut off as he stepped away from it, broken.

He would tell Illya. Yes, he had told her after dinner that night, and he was puzzled and angry at her relief. The two did not speak much for the rest of that month.

[i]Lovely but useless...[/i]

Standing in the graveyard now on Valendia, staring at the doors of the Cathedral as it opened like a maw to greet them, Floryn Korodoro turned the phrase ov

 

IC: Glyndon Nordic
Floor 27, Lumitar Industries, City North

Glyndon was awaiting to a reply to his question about the Red Queen as Lumitar walked toward the girl with a syringe. Glyndon?s eyes shifted nervously toward the syringe then to the girl. Rohn had spoken up before Lumitar could reply to the question.

"Good question, my friend. Good questions. All of them." Glyndon nodded with a more forceful shake of his head than expected. "He needs to answer them when he is awake again.?

Glyndon looked up confused at Rohn?s statement. Then all of a sudden from Rohn?s sleeve came the gun and was pointed directly at Lumitars head.

?Ahhhhhh!? screamed Glyndon as he saw the gun. He hated guns and this was the second time someone had pulled one out in front of him. Rohn pulled the trigger and everything seemed to go in slow motion for Glyndon.

The stun bolt hit Lumitar in his face, then another one hit him in the chest. Glyndon felt helpless as he watched the man drop to the floor.

Glyndon stood frozen to the floor as Rohn now looking at the droid but still aiming his gun that was now set to deadly toward Lumitar. He was asking the droid to shutdown or Lumitor would be killed.

Was he really gonna kill him? Glyndon didn?t understand what was happening. Or why it was happening. He had more questions than answers.

Still with the gun Rohn said "And then I´d say we take our time, Mr. Lumitar. I am certain he will appreciate my masterwork." Calen looked to Nordic. "Or did you wanted anymore half-truth and lies? I thought we might apply some pressure now."

Glyndon finally moved but still was shaking at the events that unfolded. ?Half-truths and lies?? his voice spoke with a bit of raspyness from the shock.

?What do you know about this man to say he would only tell lies?? he finally got the courage to say as he looked at Rohn trying hard not to show his fear.

TAG TGI, Winged Jedi

 

Calen Rohn; Office; Lumitar Tower

"or shall we call it half truth? I mean his taste for playthings is pretty concerning, but his benefactors are obviously those people who are doing this to the city. Or haven´t you realized his tower was totally unaffected by any of these fabricated plaques?" Calen still waited for the droid to respond. His finger pressed against the trigger. He wondered what it would be like. If it would inspire him.

And he actually wondered how dorian was doing. He was surprised at that. But he did.

If he needed a justification for anything, he could always use his son. he would know it was a lie, but he would sell it to himself anyway.

Tag: TEE, Winged

 

OOC: Back.

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[link=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J26HKEG10_M]"The Plagues"[/link]
-[i]The Prince of Egypt[/i], Stephen Schwartz
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"And the LORD said unto Moses and unto Aaron, Take to you handfuls of ashes of the furnace, and let Moses sprinkle it toward the heaven in the sight of Pharaoh. And it shall become small dust in all the land of Egypt, and shall be a boil breaking forth with blains upon man, and upon beast, throughout all the land of Egypt. And they took ashes of the furnace, and stood before Pharaoh; and Moses sprinkled it up toward heaven; and it became a boil breaking forth with blains upon man, and upon beast."
-Exodus (9:8-10)
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PCs: Sinwara Malreaux, Floryn Korodoro
NPCs: Grand Steward LeSait, Captain Voren'kaa

[i]The Great Cathedral, City Centre[/i]

Through millennia of war and natural disaster, the Great Cathedral had remained standing resplendent in the centre of the City. Both its exterior and interior had been restored so many times that not even a single stone of the original architecture remained. Yet the noble spirit of the structure remained intact. As visitors passed beneath its ornate arches, they would feel the weight of history upon them- the gazes of a thousand dead saints and martyrs, immortalised in sculpture along the rafters.

Once there had been several levels to the building, but now there was simply one vast chamber, supported by pillars so enormous that it took a dozen men at full stretch to link hands around the circumference of a single one. Hand-carved wooden pews lined the long walkway towards the Black Veil.

Despite the name, the Veil was not in fact black, but crimson silk, drawn across the entirety of the rear Cathedral like a theatre curtain. It had once been used to afford mid-ceremony privacy to the high priests of Ajora. Rumour had it that behind the safety of the Veil, the priests and priestesses would glory in despicable sexual practices, while their oblivious congregation waited piously for them to re-emerge.

Not that such practices went on anymore, of course.

The veil was drawn now. Beyond it, most probably, were the Cardinal and the four candidates for the throne. Yet there was no sound. (Sinwara was able to sense a familiar presence beyond the veil...not that of his son, but his brother, Avidan).

"Cardinal!" boomed LeSait. There was no answer. The Grand Steward began storming down the walkway towards the Veil...and stopped. Across his skin, reddish-black boils opened up like particularly ugly flowers in bloom. The same sudden eruptions afflicted Voren'kaa, and Lords Malreaux and Korodoro.

The pain was more irritating than anything else, but this latest curse did not seem a particularly promising omen for their investigation of the Cathedral.

[b]Tag: Sinrebirth, BobaMatt[/b]

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PCs: Avidan Malreaux
NPCs: Ludo Shamshir AKA Aldous Corinne

[i]Beneath Great Cathedral, City Centre[/i]

"Yes," agreed Shamshir. "Deeper into the darkness we go. Except..."

He jerked his head towards the trapdoor above them, craning his neck as if to hear something. And indeed, there were footsteps echoing softly somewhere above.

"Do you sense that?" asked the Falleen.

Above them, entering the Cathedral like a black cloud in the Force, was Avidan's brother, Sinwara. Accompanied by others, it seemed.

As Shamshir and Avidan considered this unexpected development, their attentions were drawn to their skin. Boils had blossomed across their faces and arms, lacerating their flesh.

[b]Tag: Trimaj[/b]

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PCs: Glyndon Nordic, Calen Rohn
NPCs: Callo, Lumitar fon Papillon (unconscious)

[i]Level 27, Lumitar Industries, City North[/i]

The droid did not respond to Calen. It did not shut down, but simply bobbed gently above the body of its unconscious master. Perhaps it had silently acknowledged Calen's threats. Or perhaps it was simply a translation droid with no other programming. Whatever the truth, it seemed the office was safe for the meantime, as no alarm sounded and no security arrived.

Glyndon seemed shaken and even outraged at C

 

Almost Four Hundred Years Ago...

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[link=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3m1FKEt5UM]"Our fathers have sinned, [i]and are[/i] not; and we have borne their iniquities."[/link]
-Lamentations (5:7)

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[i]So fair of face though born into the Dark,
The last of the Bardorbas rides alone.
Upon the elder tree he spies his mark
An echo of a time when this was home
His fingers dance their way across the bark
Until they reach a mark unlike his own.

A sigil bedded deep by bloodstained hand
In common speech it reads: "the Red Queen's land."
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Joshua rested upon the roots, surveying his surroundings.

The soil around him was now so barren that even the weeds were dead. Once, there had been a mansion here, but that majestic residence had been burned to the ground fifteen years previously, while he had still been a boy. That event had marked the start of the "kidnapping" and Sydney's great game. It had been the end of Joshua's childhood. He had been nine years of age.

After the charade was over and normal life resumed, he had briefly gone to live with his father off-world, until the old warhorse died of a heart attack. The Imperial Knights had watched from afar, and almost immediately they came calling. They wanted him to commit to a life of servitude. At first he acquiesced, but as the years passed he grew restless. The training had granted him power, yes, but it was still power to be exercised in the service of another. It had not been the life he desired.

So was this what he desired? A home that he could barely remember. A name that no longer held prestige even to peasants. And an estate that encompassed acres of scorched earth and the ruins of a haunted city...

Ah. The City.

The crumbling yellow walls shimmered on the horizon, seeming like a mirage in the setting sun. Joshua looked towards them, and then back up at the sigil that had been carved into the tree trunk. "The Red Queen." Superstitions and local legends were one thing. What he remembered of Leá Monde was something else.

And yet, it was undoubtedly [i]his[/i] to claim. An abandoned city, waiting. Waiting to be re-populated and re-built. Waiting to be resurrected.

The least he could do was explore it.

He got to his feet and dusted himself off. As he stood, he felt his pulse quicken quite against his will, and the wind whispered something to him through the branches. But he did not turn back. Instead, he unhooked his lightsaber from his belt, and headed in the direction of his birthright...
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OOC: I love The Prince of Egypt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[b]IC: Floryn Korodoro[/b]

[blockquote]In the emptiness of the cathedral, skin bloomed in sores that burst and stank. Before the pain took hold, Floryn thought vaguely that there was no contagion that could take hold across all their species and so quickly. It was then that the low moan rose, and he pictured the white snowflies flitting about outside. Sinwara Malreaux's voice rang in the vastness, bouncing off the walls and columns like bits of shattered glass.[/blockquote]

[b]TAG: Sinrebirth[/b]

 

Calen Rohn; Penthouse Office; Lumitar Industries

He resisted the immediate need to scratch. "Dammit!" He just hissed.

The enemy was still on step ahead.

He now mentally referred to the cult as his enemy now. More like an opponent, probably. In a game of chess nobody knew exactly what were the rules. Which made it such an inspiring, worthy challenge. Such an inspiring challenge, so to say.

Shaking a bit, as thousands of itches tortured his body he hissed out a few times, before taking his prisoner up. Work, staying active was probably the best way to do it. He avoided any reflection, as the boils probably would not look very nicely and he did not wanted to keep this picture with him. Nodding to the place where the hologram had been he smiled a tortured smile. "See what I mean?" He asked. In his frustration he gave the droid a hard kick, to send it to the floor. Useless piece of chunck it now was.

He should have blocked the elevator first, he realized and simply allowed the Snivvian to drop from his hand and hit the floor. Walking over to the elevator and kicked any piece of furniture that would work into the door to keep it from closing. "give me a hand?" He asked glyndon and returned to his prisoner.

The itching would vanish. At some point. All other little syndromes had the city had suffered. But for now he needed to get answers. the game was progressing so he could not allow himself to fall behind. "If we wanna save our sons, we need answers and this gentleman here has some." He hissed under pain as he began to force the sephy up again. "By the Gods or whoever hangs out in the astral realm, that guy is heavy!"

Tag: JediTEE, Winged

EDITED to get my races straight and correct spelling.

 

OOC:

Matt- Me too. That song inspired this game, in fact.

TGI- I'll give TEE a little more time to respond before I update for you. Also, Lumitar's a Snivvian, the Sephy was Marco.

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PCs: Sinwara Malreaux, Floryn Korodoro
NPCs: Grand Steward LeSait, Captain Voren'kaa

[i]The Great Cathedral, City Centre[/i]

The angry buzz of the people outside, and the flies, and the gizka, and the shouting of the guards...it sounded muffled and distant. The only noise inside the Cathedral was that of Sinwara's roar. He received no reply except his own echoes.

LeSait stormed towards the Veil, and made to draw it back. Voren'kaa made a noise that might have been a whimper of pain or of protest, but it was a whimper regardless, and not enough to prevent the Grand Steward from finally intruding upon the sacred ritual.

"Ajora save us," he gasped, and fell to his knees.

The golden altar was awash with blood. Lying upon it was the fresh corpse of a heavily mutilated Muun. Every inch of his clothing had been shredded, and the flesh of his torso had been carved completely apart. Each of his three hearts had been torn from his body and thrown to the floor.

"The Cardinal!" cried Voren'kaa helplessly. "How-?"

There was no sign of the boys.

[b]Tag: Sinrebirth, BobaMatt[/b]
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