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Star Wars Star Wars: Reversion To the Old (accepting new player)

Discussion in 'Role Playing Forum' started by Exar Koon, Sep 18, 2014.

  1. Sam Hellbent

    Sam Hellbent Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 13, 2014
    Quin Cerone
    Quin's apartment

    Quin looked over the work he was able to do in those few short moments one last time. Sure enough, It looked like everything Quin needed for the dumbest thing he's ever come up with (a tremendous accomplishment by any stretch of the imagination) was ready. Quin was just about ready to get his little show started when he remembered something. He reached into his satchel and pulled out a strange looking device, designed to fit around his right arm and hand. It was something he had designed a long time ago for more mundane practices. But today it was going to be used for something far different. Quin hadn't included it in his plan until now, but it seemed to fill a gaping hole in his little on the fly strategy. He put it on. His right hand would now be a tad useless for anything else but using the device, but hopefully if everything went the way he wanted it wouldn't matter.

    Quin then pulled out a small mirror from his satchel. He usually used it for seeing into small nooks and crannies of machinery, but right now he was more concerned with getting a peek at his kidnapper before all this went down. He needed to know how far away this guy actually was. He was shocked to discover him only about 20 meters away from his window, and approaching still. He had a tranquilizer rifle prepped and ready to use in one hand, but Quin was more concerned with what was in his other hand. A stun grenade, Quin had one just like it.

    This was bad. If Quin didn't do something quickly all of his preparations beforehand were about to become meaningless. Quin shouts something as loud as he can. His tormentor should be close enough to hear it at this point, even through the glass. Or, at least, Quin desperately hoped he was. "O-okay! Okay! I-I'm doing what you said, alright? Just give me a second, I-I'm still just really scared." The stutter really helped him sound legitimately terrified. Then again, he was stuttering because he WAS legitimately terrified.

    "Oh man i hope he buys that." thought Quin.

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  2. SonOfCyn

    SonOfCyn Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 11, 2014
    Rickant Urithan
    In an cruising XJ-3 Airspeeder
    Perpendicular to Quins apartment, 10 meters away

    Rickant didn’t buy it, but there wasn’t much of a risk for him holding up his rifle ready for the shot anyway. Rickant knew that his reflexes would be faster if the target tried anything. He took a deep breath and calmly started counting down.

    He was willing to waste all of ten more seconds on this assignment. Nothing more.

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  3. Sam Hellbent

    Sam Hellbent Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 13, 2014
    Quin Cerone
    Quin's apartment

    Quin set the timer on his little jury rigged contraption. He set it on the floor in front of him.

    Quin looked at the room around him as he started to slowly push his cover closer to its destination. This little room has been his home for more than five years. He came up with every single one of his best ideas under this roof. He loved every little bit of its clutter and detritus covering the floor. He adored every little crack in the walls and ceiling. Every burn mark was a cherished memory. This personal junkyard was a palace built for a king in his eyes. He knew this was the last time he would ever see it. He wished more than anything in the world that he could have just a few more moments with it, buy Quin knew it was time he did not posses. Quin took a deep breath. Just a little bit further now. He took one final moment to spare one more thought for his beloved abode. A tear runs down his face, mixed with more conflicting emotions than he could count.

    "How about just one more time. For old times sake."

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  4. SonOfCyn

    SonOfCyn Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 11, 2014
    Rickant Urithan
    In an cruising XJ-3 Airspeeder
    Perpendicular to Quins apartment, 10 meters away

    “What even….”

    The cover his target was hiding behind was shuffling closer and closer to Rickant. What was the target trying to do, make Rickant’s shot even more effortless?

    The container stops next to the window separating Rickant and the other party. Rickant held the rifle firmly in his hands, its sights locked on a central position on the object. Rickant prepared for his target jumping out from cover at any angle. He isn’t planning on missing this time, he would hold onto the shame of missing such an easy shot for the rest of his life if he did.

    *crack*

    Rickant is slightly put off by the sudden sound. A small crack was now in the window the cabinet was up against. “Moron must not have a good sense of distance” He chuckled to himself silently.

    *Crack*

    Ok, no. He should definitely know he’s against the window at this point. He’s already run into it once. “Idiot, you can stop moving now.” He whispered to himself once more. The amusement had left his tone.

    *CRACK*

    No. Rickant refused to believe what this third attempt indicated. That would be absolute nonsense and Rickant was a man of reason. After all, the universe worked on certain laws and rules, so thinking logically is the only correct way to live. Then why was it that the explanation for this behavior that Rickant was coming to seemed to defy every guideline he had been devoted to all his life. It just wasn’t even a factor to consider beforehand, not even worth a stray thought from Rickant!

    NO ONE COULD POSSIBLY BE THAT STUPID.

    Rickant’s thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an orchestra of glass and desperate screaming descending into the dark below.

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  5. SonOfCyn

    SonOfCyn Jedi Youngling

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  6. Sam Hellbent

    Sam Hellbent Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 13, 2014
    Quin Cerone
    Plummeting out of a 120th floor window

    Quin's brain took a moment to reel back in shock at how unimaginably idiotic what he just did was. Had he really thought this was a good idea just a few short moments ago?

    No, he always knew this was a dumb idea from the start. But when all other exits from the room were impossible it didn't leave many options left for him, even if the last one left felt absolutely suicidal.

    Quin heard the characteristic hum of the device attached to his arm, a high power industrial magnet, currently connecting him to the storage unit plummeting beside him. Quin knew he wasn't the type to be able to jump out of a window on the 120th floor. He was fully aware of the fact that as soon as he caught a glance at the vast distance to the ground below him he would freeze up completely. And from there it would be all over.

    So, acknowledging his own cowardice, Quin connected himself to an improvised anchor, which just so happened to also be his cover just a moment ago. Quin made it so that as soon as he pushed that container out into the cold night sky ahead, he wouldn't have much choice but to follow suit.

    But now that the unit had fulfilled its purpose it was just a big chunk of metal plummeting towards the ground with him in tow. The adrenaline finally kicked in. Quin came to his senses and reached for the intensity knob on the magnet, turning it down to its lowest setting as fast as he possibly could. The storage unit began to fall past Quin, careening through the night sky towards the ground below.

    Quin slammed his hand on the ignition remote at his waist for his jump boots. He had modified them a few years back to no longer need the cables for support, but right now he was kind of regretting that decision. He was able to take moment a minute ago to modify the fuel output system so it would burn enough fuel in a short enough time to stop his descent, but right now the repulsors weren't doing too good of a job at keeping him steady during his free fall. As his descent became slower and slower Quin Frantically began kicking his legs to try to regain his balance. He didn't have the time or the courage to look down now. He hoped his preferred destination was coming up soon. His boots were burning fuel and energy fast.

    Hopefully not too soon though.

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  7. SonOfCyn

    SonOfCyn Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 11, 2014
    Rickant Urithan
    On top of a hovering XJ-3 Airspeeder
    Perpendicular to Quins apartment, 10 meters away

    Rickant’s body was already springing into action even while his mind reeled from this…unexpected turn of events.

    Regaining composure, Rickant started calculating a response to this little stunt “The target must have some way to stop his fall. After all, there are much better ways to commit suicide. I better give chase immediately.” Rickant saw the little lights of small thrusters appear below, right on cue with his calculations. He wasn’t to upset with the situation yet. After all, he didn’t keep this airspeeder around just for show. He knew it was fast enough to chase down any target, even this one.

    As Rickant turned his gaze back to his vehicle, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Something still in the apartment beside him, now fairly clear to see with the window being gone. A small flimsy contraption, looking like it was cobbled together from a bunch of pipes and a dated old electronic pump. It looked hastily propped up with some old chunks of unfinished tech that were probably just lying around the floor at the time. The end with the exposed opening of the pipe was now facing slightly upright. A makeshift cannon.

    Facing right towards Rickant and his airspeeder.

    Time seemed to flow slightly slower for Rickant that moment. As his body reflexively braced for impact, his brain took the time to ponder. This was a new experience for him, he was usually so well prepared for any situation. But surprising factors seemed to keep appearing in this little side project of his. But this one was different, as it made Rickant feel a tad bit of shame and anger during that moment. His honor as an expert assassin and warrior felt slightly…tarnished.

    A target had actually managed to distract him.

    The device went off with the sound of a large amount of air pressure being released, along with the sound of something whizzing through air at a tremendous speed.
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  8. Sam Hellbent

    Sam Hellbent Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 13, 2014
    Quin Cerone
    Approximately 75 floors away from the surface of Serreno

    Quin had managed to regain his upward balance as he heard the distant sound of his modified childhood invention going off above. He didn't have the time to think about that now though, his stop was approaching. He knew that slowing down enough to reach the ground was an impossibility, as he simply didn't have enough fuel in his jump boots for that. And if he had waited for his free fall to reach closer to the ground before he started up his jump boots he would have been falling far to fast to stop at that point. Fortunately, there was one other stop he could make in between his apartment and certain death. An incredibly dangerous option for survival, courtesy of Carannia's abysmal air traffic. He had checked the traffic reports beforehand just to be sure. Sure enough, as bad as usual. A nightmare for a late night commuter, but right now it was going to be Quin's salvation. It was getting close now. Traffic usually hangs around the 60th floor. Quin saw his storage unit barely pass by some unsuspecting driver's vehicle. Good thing too, Quin would have felt terrible about that if it actually had hit the poor guy. Hope nobody with even worse luck was walking about down below at this hour.

    Quin's landing spot was in sight now. A large metro-cab was right below him. The repulsors on his jump boots hummed at their highest settings possible. This wasn't Quin's preferred velocity for landing, but it would have to do. Quin tumbled over onto his side as he hit the metro-cab. That was going to leave a very big bruise.

    Quin started to regain his thoughts as the cab beneath him kept trailing slowly ahead. His attention turned upward. He wasn't out of danger yet. He gazed upward at his pursuer's vehicle. Quin pulls out his remote detonator once again. A single thought of hope goes through his head.

    "You better not have let me down you old piece of junk!"

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  9. SonOfCyn

    SonOfCyn Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 11, 2014
    Rickant Urithan
    On top of a hovering XJ-3 Airspeeder
    Perpendicular to Quins apartment, 10 meters away

    Rickant stood there, still in his braced position, in complete utter shock. He was ready for anything to fire out of that barrel, anything except this. Blaster fire, missiles, flames, you name it. He had a plan for every single type of ammunition. But not this. This was something Rickant could never have been prepared for. He stared in quiet disbelief at the payload now covering his personage along with the vehicle below him.

    Confetti.

    Rickant attempted to calm himself again, but there was one more sound after the moment the device fired unaccounted for. The sound of something careening through the air, followed by a peculiar *PLOP* sound. He quickly examined the side of his vehicle facing the apartment. A G-20 Glop grenade, firmly stuck to the side of his airspeeder with what looked like a bunch of chewed up pieces of brightgum.

    Rickant had dived off his vessel before he even finished his thought.

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  10. Sam Hellbent

    Sam Hellbent Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 13, 2014
    Quin Cerone
    On top of a metro-cab, traveling slowly through Serreno airspace

    A thick plastering of adhesive now covered the vehicle above him.

    "I...I did it... I FRAGING DID IT!" Quin slumped down on his getaway vehicle in utter shock of this new feeling of accomplishment. He couldn't hold back his enthusiasm now. He was laughing like a lunatic, tears of joy gushing out of his eyes. By the time that adhesive became brittle he would be long gone. There, in the middle of congested air traffic, Quin basked in the ridiculousness of what he just managed to pull off.

    His little celebration was cut short by the sound of something falling past his position just a bit behind him. He slowly turned around. An uneasy silence permeated the air. Then a figure shot up sharply out of the night sky below him, weaving through the traffic on their way up. The holographic lights of the city cast their shadow and the shadow of the device on their back upon Quin. Quin gazed in horror at his, now seeming to be an unstoppable harbinger of Quin's demise, soaring above him.

    Quin desperately scampered to the front of the vehicle he was on and began his mad dash in the opposite direction of his new tormentor, using tiny bits of the fuel he had left in his jump boots as he went along.

    His obscene cries of frustration and terror surely offended commuters as he leapt from air-speeder to air-speeder.

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  11. SonOfCyn

    SonOfCyn Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 11, 2014
    Rickant Urithan
    Gliding above Serreno traffic

    Rickant heard his targets profane shouts. “How vulgar.” thought Rickant.

    Rickant swooped lower with his personal modified R-23 paraglider. He always took it with him for any assignments were he would have to be a high altitude for a long period of time, especially if he had to be in an air vehicle. Vehicles like that were always just one explosion away from becoming a death trap.

    He bit his lip in a minor show of frustration. He was still a bit aggravated that the target forced him in a position where he had to drop his tranq rifle in order to activate the glider pack on his back. This chase wasn’t over yet though, and Rickant wouldn’t be satisfied with a clean takedown with his sniper rifle. He still had a few tranq darts at his waist. He was going to have to get in close though, as these weren’t the kinds that were designed for throwing.

    He glided in sync with the airspeeders below and released the clasps on his back. He landed gracefully onto an airspeeder below him. He began a focused sprint towards his target, jumping from vehicle to vehicle with speed and precision. Even with those jump boots of his, the target wasn’t about to get away from him.

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  12. Sam Hellbent

    Sam Hellbent Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 13, 2014
    Quin Cerone
    Leaping through Carannia traffic

    Quin glanced back behind him to find his pursuer now chasing him on foot. How could anyone possibly be so fast!? Quin desperately looked around for somewhere to more permanently get away to. His eyes fixated on a rooftop to his side approaching his position quickly. It was a good distance away from traffic. No way could anyone make a jump like that without propulsion. Quin jumped as far as he possibly could and hit the switch for his jump boots once more. He got about half the thrust he was hoping for when his boots ran out of fuel. He slammed against the edge of the roof hard, hanging on to the ledge of the building for dear life.

    He managed to pull himself up and continued running to the opposite side of the roof in a panic without even thinking about it. He slowed down to turn back and check on the man following him.

    He makes the jump Quin needed his boots for seem easy.

    Quin Frantically checks the side of the building he's on for any exits. Nothing. No exit doors into the building, no escape lifts, not even any more traffic to desperately try to jump for. And he no longer had the fuel to try for two on his little free falling escape plan from before. It was just him, stuck between a sixty floor drop and the unstoppable force of nature behind him. He didn't know which was more frightening.

    He took another look at his pursuer. On second thought, yeah he did.

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  13. SonOfCyn

    SonOfCyn Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 11, 2014
    Rickant Urithan
    On a rooftop, Serreno

    Rickant hadn’t been forced to make a leap like that in some time. Definitely not something he liked to do on a daily basis.

    He finally got a chance to get a good look at the terrified man who had caused him so much trouble tonight. He was surprised by the scrawny and gangly frame of the fairly young man before him. He definitely had the look of an inventor with the taste for isolation from the outside world though. His grungy exterior and slightly ripped up clothes stained with grease here and there filled him in on that. Definitely not the look of the many worthy adversaries Rickant had tangled with before.

    Rickant yelled to the other side of the rooftop. He was giving this terrified looking man one more chance to give himself up; he had earned that much for all the effort he went through trying to elude Rickant, if nothing else.

    “Look, you’ve done enough. I’m impressed, alright? But you can stop now, it’s over. There’s nowhere else for you to run. So how about you make this whole situation a lot easier for both of us and-”

    Rickant’s sentence was cut short. The target turned around to face him and frantically reached into the satchel at his side to pull out some sort of small contraption that he promptly placed at his feet in front of him. A sheen of translucent energy was produced above it. A small shield wall. Standard stuff. Rickant had dealt with them many times before. It looked like it had a few extra bits at the bottom, but those were most likely to create the slightly larger wall shape the generator produced, more powerful than most models were capable of.

    Rickant sighed. He started walking to his target, who at this point was crouched down in terror, holding his hands over his face as he wept. He wasn’t making any more movements so Rickant paced himself on his approach. He was fed up with this situation at this point, but he wasn’t about to lose his cool over a desperate attempt at blocking his approach.

    “This is how you want it to end? Then so be it.” He growled “I’ll break every bone in your body. I’m thinking of starting with your toes, working up your legs so that you won’t be able to run again. It still doesn’t have to be this way though, you know? You can stop this anytime you wish.”

    Rickant was close now. So close he could see the fear in the eyes of his target, his narrow and panicked pupils swimming in a sea of white. Rickant decided to offer him one last attempt to parlay. “Look, you seem like a smart enough guy. So you have to know that little custom shield generator you designed isn’t going to stop me from hurting you.”

    His target muttered something extremely quietly. “Excuse me?” Rickant inquired somewhat annoyed. The target said it again. Rickant only caught the start of it this time. It sounded like “It’s n….” Rickant spoke again “You’re going to have to be a little bit louder than that I’m afraid.”

    The target stopped covering his face. Behind the tears he was crying before he had a look of quiet sadness on his face. “I said…It’s not my design.” Rickant responded, ignoring his targets sorrow. “Well then, whose is it? I may have to stop by and pick one up later on. Looks better than the models I’ve worked with.” The target stood up and spoke to Rickant more directly, wiping tears from his eyes. “You can’t. I have the only models left. They were my mom’s design.” Rickant could feel the pain in the man’s voice. He’d suffered enough loss himself to know that voice all too well. Rickant took a moment of silence and then responded. “So, took up the family trade, huh?”

    The targets expression changed. It went from quiet sorrow to calm and calculated hatred. He spoke to Rickant once more, the sadness in his voice having left, replaced by a glimmer of zeal. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” The target smashed his foot down on a part of the base of the device Rickant couldn’t see from the angle he was walking from. The shield wall before him began careening towards Rickant at outrageous speeds.

    Rickant put every bit of the extensive agility training he’d worked on over the years to the test. He leaped away from the shields collision course faster than nearly any other man alive could, but even that only managed to get about half of his body away from the blow. The shield struck his right side and then flew past him off the building, smashing the concrete parapet along the edge of the roof.

    Getting hit by a shield was a new experience for Rickant, one he had never gone through before, and the experience was certainly enlightening if nothing else. It hadn’t given the look like it would hurt much, but that had been only because the shield didn’t really show its hidden density. Too say the least, it wasn’t a pleasant experience. Rickant was bashed to the side onto the ground. A large chip was now visible on the lower half of his visor.

    Cast to the ground, Rickant writhed there in pain silently.

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  14. Sam Hellbent

    Sam Hellbent Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 13, 2014
    Quin Cerone
    On a rooftop, Serreno

    It seemed like all of Quin's souvenirs from his past were saving his life tonight. He looked at the man motionless on the floor in front of him. Was it over? Is he unconscious?

    Quin got his answer much sooner than he expected. After squirming in what must have surely been agony, the man on the ground started...laughing. It was a barely audible chuckle at first, but it slowly escalated into a dry, hoarse laugh. "Heh...ahaha...hahahahaha!" his assailant seemed to have descended into total mania. "You! Ha! That was a...neat trick...! Haha!" Quin could see the man's gleeful smile through the new break in his mask.

    The man was back on his feet now, unsteady at first, but he was recovering at an alarming rate from what should have been a devastating injury. He turned slightly at the waist, as though he were going to point at Quin, but his right arm just flopped uselessly at his side. The man took a second to process this, before staring at it and taking time to assess the damage. "Hehe. It looks like you actually dislocated my shoulder. It's been so long since I've been hurt this bad...I can't believe it... You're a damn child-..."

    It had been stated so bluntly, but before his words were even finished being spoken, he had promptly grabbed his arm and wrenched it back into its socket without even the slightest yelp of pain. Quin couldn't believe it. This man seemed more akin to a machine than anything else. This man was absolutely terrifying.

    The man spoke, "For your bravery and your cunning, you have earned my deepest respect. That does not come easily. You may not see it yourself, but you are a warrior, and i will treat you as such. Prepare yourself."

    Quin was able to stutter out "W-wait, wha-?" before the man dashed towards him. If he was feeling any pain from that blow he took, he certainty wasn't showing it. The man curled his arm inward, slamming the hard part of his elbow into Quin's sternum. The sheer force sent Quin reeling backwards, nearly knocking him off his feet. Dazed, Quin desperately grabs his blaster pistol from his satchel as fast as he can. As he made the arm motion to take aim, his vision was just in time to see his blaster promptly cut in half. Quin didn't even see his assailant draw his vibroblade. The man raised his leg and delivered two swift kicks. The first one was a round kick to the head that rattled Quin so hard it nearly caused Quin to blackout right then and there. The second was a side kick that brought the man's boot straight into the center of Quin's chest. Quin was hurled backwards off his feet onto the hard floor of the rooftop, gasping for air after all of it was forced out of his lungs.

    Before Quin could even process what had happened, his assailant had grappled him by his collar and flung him like a rag, nearly hurtling him off the edge of the rooftop. As Quin tumbled, the headphones around his neck jostled off. They tumbled onto the ledge about a meter behind, hanging precariously on the tip of the building . Feeling them tumble off his person like that made Quin remember something, despite his incredible pain. It made Quin remember why he wore those headphones in particular in the first place.

    Quin's pursuer quickly sheathed the vibroblade in his left hand and then grabbed a small dart to replace it. Quin desperately kicked backwards against the floor, moving backwards bit by bit. His pursuer lunged towards him, the dart ready to be plunged into Quin. Quin reached backwards as far as he could, finally grasping his headphones in his hand. He put them on faster than he ever had in his life, and screamed a certain phrase as loud and as quickly as he possibly could. His last ditch effort for survival.

    "OMEGA NINETY-EIGHT!!!"

    The device affixed to the front of his satchel instantly sprung to life.

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  15. SonOfCyn

    SonOfCyn Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 11, 2014
    Rickant Urithan
    On a rooftop, Serreno

    Loud.

    Loud doesn’t begin to describe the sound that pierced the cold night sky. It was more like someone sticking armed vibroblades into each of your ears. At least, that’s what Rickant made of it. Rickant dropped his dart and clutched the sides of his helmet with all his strength. Anything to stop the sound that was currently making his ears bleed. Then, near the end of the sound, something happened, something Rickant wasn’t prepared for.

    The visor on his helmet shattered.

    The sound stopped. The night was dead silent once again. The only sound left for Rickant was the steady ringing in his ears. Neither he nor his target moved for what felt like days after that. He stared at his target, now totally face to face.

    Rickant had a long hard internal struggle with himself those deafened few moments. The target had seen his face. Taking him back for questioning was now a far larger risk than Rickant would ever be comfortable with taking. Just having him ever leave this rooftop was a bigger risk than what Rickant would ever be comfortable with taking.

    Now, there was only one option left for this man’s future.
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  16. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

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    IC: Naviid R’juna
    Deep Caverns Dxun

    A specific beep issued from the Imperial Knight’s communicator, informing him that all communication with the surface was now severed. He was no longer in contact with his ship or anyone else. Behind him, lay only rubble and darkness. Before him; the Unknown.

    There was still no sign of Master Sigeil Kast. Naviid had to actually concentrate to faintly sense the other Imperial Knight who had ventured deeper into the cave system and had gone forth into what seemed to be some kind of underground maze.

    Naviid could feel the darkside. It was alive and it whispered in his ears. Was it also cold here, or was that just his imagination?

    “The Force is my ally…” he found himself saying for some reason. Naviid also waved his shining silver lightsaber, taking a measure of comfort in its light and the familiar hum of the imperial weapon, a symbol of all that was good and true.

    Silver light tore at the cloying darkness burning through stale air as it revealed ancient sith hieroglyphs. He still did not understand what business Master Kast had inside of an ancient Sith Lord’s tomb, but it was clear to him that there was real danger here. With his free hand outstretched, he sensed for his friend and used his force senses to lead him on.

    Many times did he come to dead ends, or sensed usprung traps. It was only thanks to his connection to the force that he did not find himself suddenly impaled somehow. Still, he found his progress to be somewhat slow. After sometime, he finally found something, evidence that someone other than himself was alive. A recently made marking by the looks of it. For the moment, he allowed himself to assume it had been carved by Sigeil.

    There was a rumbling noise just then, coming from somewhere deeper. It was powerful enough to make the walls next to him tremble. He felt a nauseating wave of darkness and anger reach him. The disturbance in the force was strong. Something was happening.


    Sig!

    Naviid suddenly swore under his breath.

    There was no time to waste as he now hurried forth, trusting that his sense would lead him right and true, as not to end up at a dead end once again. Whatever lay beyond, he could feel the intensity of conflict rising…cresting. He also had no doubt, that it would be there where he would finally find Master Sigeil Kast.


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  17. Sam Hellbent

    Sam Hellbent Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 13, 2014
    Quin Cerone
    On a rooftop, Serreno

    Quin looked at his pursuers face. It was a face that was going to scarred into his memories for as long as he lived. He hadn't planned for his sonic outburst generator (*SOC*) to shatter the assassin's visor, nor could he have known what he'd find underneath that helmet. Though he'd expected some twisted killer, a mindless machine, or at least a battle-scarred warrior, what was under that visor was in its own way worse than anything Quin had imagined.

    He didn't have the look of an assassin. He was an young Echani. His features had a regal quality to them. Between the silver eyes and the white hair, his hunter had the face of a noble, not a heartless killer.

    Most importantly though, was that Quin remembered that face. He knew who this particular man was. Quin was never a fan of the news, but even he saw the headlines once or twice every now and then. There could be no mistaking this man. After a long silence, Quin managed to mumble out something without thinking. "....Carleo Cyrusila?" It couldn't be, and yet it was. Carleo Cyrusilla, Among the Echani he was a legend, hailed as one of the greatest among the Echani's warriors. His military and martial prowess had once led the Echani to countless victories, or rather they had. Carleo had simply vanished nearly five years ago, his disappearance had sparked a galaxy wide manhunt for his safe return. His face was plastered on every major news network for months. When he had never turned up, he was presumed dead.

    But Quin was now one of the 3 people in the galaxy who knew that wasn't true. Carleo wasn't dead, and more importantly he was was the man that was currently trying to abduct Quin. "You!You-" Carleo hissed at Quin "Do you have any idea what you've just done!" Shocked and terrified, Quin cautiously got up off the ground and put his headphones back around his neck. He nervously sputtered more speech out, once again without thinking "I.. I don't understand, why are you doing this? A-aren't you a war hero or something? Car-" Quin was interupted by the man's fearsome roaring "NEVER CALL ME THAT!" Carleo must have been reading Quin's lips. There was no doubt that he was deafened.

    Carleo stared back at Quin. At first his face was twisted with anger and rage. Yet unexpectedly, he calmed, and instead his face was crested with an unmistakable look of absolute sorrow. "Fool. You absolute fool." He muttered bitterly, "It didn't have to be this way."

    An awkward silence followed that statement. Quin used the time to slowly inch backwards, but he ran out of space to go very quickly. His heels were scraping against the edge of the building now. His pursuer had a look of deep contemplation on his face. "It's all gone wrong. Things were never supposed to turn out like this, but then the variables changed...and now..." Quin heard something then. The sound of a large set of repulsors humming. It was getting louder, approaching from behind Quin on his left side. Quin glanced in that direction when he thought his pursuer wasn't looking. A supplies transport air-truck about to pass by the building. But it was far to tall for Quin to jump onto it though.

    But maybe he didn't have to! Quin put his arms behind his back. He gave the best terrified expression he could to distract the man in front of him, it came fairly naturally. He adjusted the knob on his pointed magnet still affixed to his right arm to its maximum setting. He didn't have to worry about his tormentor hearing the sound it made.

    The pondering expression on his pursuer's face was gone, and in its place was a look of cold calculation. At last he spoke "...And now you've gone and changed the variables again. I'm really sorry about this. It wasn't supposed to be this way, but you've left me no choice." He unsheathed his vibroblade and raised it high, ready to slay Quin were he stood. "For whatever it's worth, I actually was going to let you live. Forgive me." He lunged forward, bringing a slash that was aimed straight for Quin's throat. It was now or never.

    Quin made his leap for the vehicle passing behind him. The magnet got him the last bit of distance he needed and firmly attached Quin to the side of the air-truck by his arm. As he was whisked away he could see the surprise on the face of his bewildered assassin. Quin held onto the device with his left arm as well now, and desperately scraped his boots on the section of the air-truck below him, looking for something to stand on. He suddenly remembered the sniper rifle that he had seen his pursuer had when they were both so close only a moment ago. Quin breathed in one more final breath and kept it in his lunges.

    He was having a lot of those tonight.

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  18. SonOfCyn

    SonOfCyn Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 11, 2014
    Rickant Urithan
    On a rooftop, Serreno

    Damn it. Damn it! Damn it all! Rickant had gone for the slash when his target went to leap but his reflexes weren’t quick enough for that currently. His gouged ear drums had proven quite detrimental.

    He pulled out his trusty sniper rifle. It wasn’t too late. He still had time to end this. He peered through the scope only to nearly have a bunch of broken glass greet his sight. Shattered. Just like his visor had. He tried to aim without it, it wasn’t a far shot. He held the rifle up to aim for a few moments but his aim was wavering. His right arm’s doing no doubt.

    Rickant screamed with furious rage. He threw down his rifle in disgust as the air-truck flew out of his vision. He couldn’t have this night end like this. He needed something, anything, to help him track this guy down again. He pulled out his datapad to check the tracker he had placed on his target from before. Maybe the tracker was still on his person. As Rickant pulled it out, he froze. How could he possibly have been so dull, it seemed this dazed state had even started to damage his frame of mind. He took a long deep breath to vent of any further frustrations he had, and then poured the broken glass from his datapad’s screen out of his pockets.

    Rickant navigated the menus of his datapad blindly. He had done so several times before without looking at it when he needed to be efficient or discrete. He called for his airspeeder to come to his location on autopilot. At this point the speeder should be easily able to shake of the now brittle adhesive stuck all over it. Once it arrived, Rickant set course back to the place where he knew he would be able to find his lead. While on the way Rickant used the speeder’s built in computer to check his tracker. No such luck with that lead, because the bug was still at the place Rickant was heading back to now.
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  19. Sam Hellbent

    Sam Hellbent Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 13, 2014
    Quin Cerone
    Hanging off the side of an air-truck, Serreno

    Moments of suspense passed as Quin waited for the shot to ring out that would end his life. The sound never came though and Quin exhaled violently.

    Quin found a bit of a ridge on the side of the air-truck below him, a final resting place for his feet. He wasn't really afraid of the fall anymore though, his sense of vertigo had been abused far too badly tonight to really care about it right now. Also he didn't have to worry about the energy cell on his magnet going out. That sucker is good for weeks of use.

    It was over. He managed to escape. The night air was frigid. He felt the adreniline he had been using all that night run out. Now the only things Quin felt were; cold, badly hurt, and tired. He felt the claws of sleep start to take him.

    NO. Not yet. There was still one thing Quin had to do first.

    He reached into his satchel one last time and pulled out his detonator, and detonated an explosive now far away from his position. Even from here Quin could hear it faintly. Quin's eyes grow heavy as he puts the detonator back in its pouch.

    The sleep he had been avoiding all this night finally came to him.

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  20. SonOfCyn

    SonOfCyn Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 11, 2014
    Rickant Urithan
    Aproaching Quin’s apartment in a (partially glop covered) air-speeder.

    Rickant gazed at the small apartment to see a huge pile of rubble in its place, completely ablaze with an obviously unnaturally intense flame. If any clues had been left behind they had been surely vaporized by the blast, emergency services were most likely already on their way. The unpleasant irony of the situation suddenly hit Rickant. Now it was his target taking away all of his options.

    Rickant racked his still throbbing brain for some kind of answer. “There has to be something I can use from all this, any kind of small clue to find out who this guy is! I have the name Vorath, that’s a good start, but it’s not enough! Damn it! I need more than that!”

    Rickant examined the new small hole in the building thoroughly from a safe distance. There was still a little bit of glass remaining at the edges of where the window used to be. It made Rickant slightly cringe looking at it now though. But it also made him remember something. Rickant drove the air-speeder all the way down to the surface of the planet.

    An old metal container was sticking out of the broken stone in the pavement. The container itself looked absolutely ravaged by the fall. Rickant forcefully pulled out one of the cabinets to examine all the little broken machines within. Sure enough, Rickant found what he was looking for, if not by a tad unexpected means. There was a little bit of writing scrawled on one of the busted contraptions that was still legible. It was hand writing like that of a child.

    “Proportey of Quin Cerone
    Age 6”
    So plaese give it back, ok?”

    Rickant laughed a weak, dry, and broken laugh. He couldn’t help it. Everything had become so thick with irony. It was poetic. Rickant placed the broken contraption in his pocket with care. He couldn’t help but say what he was thinking now.

    “Don’t worry kid, I will…I will…”
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  21. LordOfHunger

    LordOfHunger Jedi Padawan

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    Sep 24, 2014
    Vorath Din
    Rooftops of Carannia, Serenno
    Vorath watched as Quin's apartment exploded in fire. He had thought he would search the apartment, to find out what had happened to him, but no matter now. Impressive, the lad knows to cover his tracks. he thought. He could still sense Quin, who was getting farther and farther away very quickly. He sped off in his direction, mentally preparing himself for whatever he would fine. Quin was alive, he knew that much. But whether he had been captured or was being chased.....

    Vorath jumped from building to building, until he saw Quin attached to the back of a vehicle. He watched the truck as he ran behind it, and timed his jump so that he landed in the middle of the roof. He Pushed softly as he landed, to prevent the driver from feeling his arrival. He looked over the edge, his jaw clenching as he saw Quin's weak form. He knelt at the corner of the truck, grabbing Quin's wrist. He noted the magnet, using his other hand to turn down the dial. He pulled Quin up, holding him in both arms. He looked down, muttering "We're leaving. Now", then jumped back onto the rooftops. He began to slowly heal Quin as he ran, taking solace in knowing that he would leave this planet behind him.

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  22. SonOfCyn

    SonOfCyn Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 11, 2014
    Rickant Urithan
    In the outer atmosphere of Serenno

    Onboard his personal transport, Rickant grimaced as he finished treating his wounds. His hearing was starting to return at this point, but it would take some time to fully heal. The cracked ribs, hairline fractured leg, and the dislocated shoulder would as well. Rickant wasn't comfortable with that thought. Time wasn't on his side right now. Quin would likely share Rickant's identity very soon, if he hadn't already. With that information it was possible they could trace his disappearance, and more importantly, who Rickant's employer was. If they did Animus would kill Rickant, but more importantly, he'd likely kill her.

    Her. The image of the beautiful white-haired maiden burned in his mind. That piercing gaze had become as mocking as it was loving. It was a grim reminder of what Rickant thought he understood when he started down this road. All this time, all this effort, all this suffering, it could very well amount to nothing. His dark deal may have never been for anything more than borrowed time. "If only..." Rickant muttered to himself, "If only I had let you go. If I had set you - set us - free. This should have ended before it ever began, but so help me, I couldn't end it myself." Rickant's teeth gnashed into feral rage as he slammed his fist into the console over and over. "Damn it!" He screamed and cursed, "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

    Rickant stopped when he saw the bloody scrapes forming on his knuckles. His fist unclenched and he forced himself to lean back into the chair and relax. He needed to calm himself for what had to happen next; he had to contact Animus. If Rickant told the whole truth he'd surely be punished for incompetence, so Rickant decided he'd only share half the truth. Rickant brought his breathing under control. There couldn't be a hint of pain or fear in his voice. After waiting a few minutes, Rickant stood up and changed into his spare suit of armor. When the new helmet was secure Rickant, without hesitation, sent a call to the dark lord.

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  23. Spatz

    Spatz Jedi Knight star 3

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    Oct 10, 2008
    (OOC: Sorry for not posting in a while, putting together the thoughts and getting the time to post this was...difficult)

    Allison Zander
    On Board the Drunkard's Luck, in orbit of Muunilinst

    "...Unless something happens, I shall work on my own leads, and provide you the cover story shortly. Anything else?"

    "No, I think that's all." Allison replied, "The trip itself shouldn't take us more than a couple hours, by the way, so it'd be best to keep that in mind."

    Allison flicked off her coms, allowing herself to think. Contact Mom and Dad. That was what she needed to do next, but first to give orders. She flicked another switch on her com panel marked helm.

    "Set co-ordinates in the nav computer for Serreno. Make sure to maintain a speed that our allies can match." Allison instructed, and promptly switched her com to her mother's ship.

    ~*~*~*~​

    "Hi sweety, how are you?" The voice of Allison's mother asked.

    "Fine mom, I'm on a job at the moment and need some information. What do you know of a 'Lord Freke'?"

    "Lord Freke? Oh, the Kel Dor from Serreno! Yes, I know him, not exactly personally, but we've met at a few functions here and there. Hmm...if I recall correctly he's the face of house Dem, one of the bigger Kel Dor families if I'm right. He's quite a political power, despite a limited amount of legal power. Some of the more conservative folk have regarded him as an extremist, but I think that's because of how he operates, with a very 'for the people' sort of outlook. This also could be as a result of his publicly known independence from both the Fel Empire and the Galactic Alliance, I suppose, he's been known to publicly denounce both of these factions." Allison's mother replied, clearly milling over what details she could recall. "Oh! At a recent public address, and I mean last few hours, he had denounced the Jedi as well, and during the public address a detonation had gone off in the crowd. I'm not sure how he will respond to that, but something tells me he'll be less open to visitors."

    "Thanks mom, if I need further help, I'll let you know. Oh, and how's dad doing? I heard that that he had been involved in an accident."

    "That wasn't an accident. The claims of it being an accident are media cover-ups, an assassin made an attempt on his life. Rather devious to make it look like an accident, but it failed to do him in. You should watch yourself, you could end up being targeted if things end up going awry."

    "I will, and thanks again. Love you, mom"

    "Love you sweety, good luck on your job, and please, don't sully our name with Lord Freke, he does happen to hold enough political power to favor shipping companies that deliver to Serreno, and more business is good business."

    "I know, bye." Allison finished, flicking the com off. "Great, a major political power that my parents need not have upset with me. And yet he's the center of an investigation from these Jedi that I hired myself out to." Allison leaned back in her chair with a long exhale of uncertainty. "I'm going to have to watch my step with this one..."


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  24. Exar Koon

    Exar Koon Jedi Padawan star 1

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    Sep 16, 2014
    Darth Animus
    Orbalisk, deck 66

    Animus' private deck was unique among The Orbalisk, imitating the same atmosphere and pressure of Dorin, allowing The Dark Lord to roam without his mask on. There are many chambers on this Floor, all holding Animus' many secrets. Placing a holocron onto a pedestal centered in the room, the Dark Lord beckons one of his may predecessors.
    “ Lord Animus you have returned to me, Come to share your failures?” the Specter ending in a cackle.
    “ I have none to share, But you Lord Sidious have much to share with me.” lightning sparks between his fingers. The Door hisses as VC-T7 enter

    “Master, The Gre-gor is attempting to contact you.” Animus looks back the the last remnant of Darth Sidious with distaste.
    “Very Well.” and with Animus words A a hologram of The Gre-gor shoots from the VC droids chest.” What do you have to report my Gre-gor?”

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  25. SonOfCyn

    SonOfCyn Jedi Youngling

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    Oct 11, 2014
    Rickant Urithan
    In the outer atmosphere of Serenno

    The hologram of Animus stared at Rickant expectantly. Rickant made certain to completely hide the pain in his voice and to not slur any words as he spoke. "Lord," he began, "I have been investigating the disruption that occurred at Shepard's Watch. I had tracked the man who attempted to disarm a thermite charge planted beneath the protesters."

    Rickant choses his words carefully. If he revealed to little he'd look incompetent, if he revealed to much he'd definitely be seen as incompetent. "The man had detonated his residence with high-grade explosives to cover his tracks. However I was able to recover critical information. First, that his name is Quin Cerrone, a Serreno engineer who's been constructing modified and illegal hardware. Second, that before he fled he had made contact with an unknown person whom he addressed as 'Vorath.'" With a single swipe, Rickant transferred a file to Animus containing all the information he had gathered.

    That much information would likely be sufficient for the time being. The report was over, so now came the proposition. "Though the probabilities of other being aware of our movements is still in lower percentiles, there is still a chance that these two may be aware, or may be part of a larger movement against us. I ask your permission to pursue this man to evaluate the threat, and to resolve this matter as I find necessary." The last part of his request was essential. Answering yes would give Rickant the authority to kill Quin without allowing anyone else to speak with him. Were Animus to ask that Quin be brought in for interrogation, Animus could possibly learn what had truly transpired on Serenno that night.

    Rickant bowed his head, eagerly awaiting the dark lord's answer.

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