Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

[hudhouse]

Manara smiled and placed a hand on her cheek. "You are quite grown up for fourteen, though, my girl. Life has not exactly been easy for you..." She paused, remembering how she took the girl's father from her, but she quickly pushed the thought away. "Now, let's go to your boy. He no doubt is curious as to why we have been in here for so long. We will also take a look at the disks and I will judge whether or not they are safe to keep." This time, she unlocked and opened the door, and stepped out of the wash room. She saw the boy turning the desk back to how it should be and had even pulled a spare chair around behind the desk. She gave him a nod. "Thank you, apprentice. You saved me twenty minutes of my precious time. We have a matter to discuss, but it can wait. For now, I need some more privacy with my daughter."

Forge looked to the droid as he exclaimed about being praised for what he had done, and gave him a nod. "Yes, I would also say that you have done a good job. Capturing a Jedi is no easy task, or so I've been told. It is good to know that Lord Manara will not be torturing you. I am familiar with an HK unit's capabilities. It's a shame she has only utilized you as a protocol droid. Quite demeaning if I say so myself..." Forge then looked to the large...thing that had come up to himself and the droid. The thing in front of them was massive. He gave it a small bow. "Uh, pleased to meet you my Lord. I am Commander Forge, head of Darth Manara's forces here on Korriban."

Tyran's eyes snapped onto The droid, still hugging forge. The head of the armor snapped open, the visors splitting to reveal the face of a human man. His jade eyes were calming and soothing, and strangely the air just felt cleaner. If any breathed it, the higher oxygen count in the air would lead to positive feelings, alertness and just general ease. Tyran's face however, had a respirator burned into it deep, yet it looked like his skin grew onto it slightly. Golden thick liquid coated the edges, almost like a healing paste. Tyran roared out in his deep voice, "Excellent..." His eyes snapped to look at Forge directly, "I was just stationed here, and I was told to meet up with any Empire or Imperial personal. So FRIEND!!"


He leaned forward to pat Forge on the back, firm yet surprisingly gentle. Whatever his metal was made of, it was definitely not standard issue, "May I please get information on any irregularities in the last 72 hours? Any current issues with anything? I am afraid this is my first time being assigned to a planet, and I wasn't told much. Hmm... actually... I should be requesting this information from Darth Manara shouldn't I? Any chance I could speak with her? Best from a similar situation I assume, but if you can handle and don't mind my naivety, I do believe there will be no mistakes. So... what do Sith Lords do on your bases?"

 

[folclor]

Korriban


Why'nn smiled at her mother and grabbed the disks, stowing them in her pocket before returning to the office. As Connor was leaving, she stole a kiss and, with half-lidded eyes, whispered, "Later." After he left the office, Why'nn giggled a bit and joined her mother behind the desk, setting the disks beside her mother's console. "He has a beard now, you know..." She wondered whether the disks would reflect that. Did he include more training? He had offered to help her walk the line between light and dark... that was the path she wanted... though, likely a little further on the dark side than her father. However, she hoped he had chosen to hide the lessons for just this reason.

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Korriban


Torrun, the Wanderer had a blown Ion drive, making the starship he was currently in near uncontrollable. He grimaced as he continued to withstand the beating the ship was taking and how the gravitational pull of Korriban made the piloting like a bitch. Just then the Ion drive literally exploded, and the starship was now twirling downward, into Korriban's skyline. Pieces of the ship flew off in heated fury, scattering across the planet. The engine now broken down. Torrun smashed the interface and quick command systems, breaking the thin sheeting of glass. He got out of the seat, steadying himself as the ship began to twirl faster now it was in the atmosphere. 'Korriban, my oh my how this will be a nostalgic turn of events...'.


Torrun grabbed his equipment, shoving it all quickly into an escape pod. And climbing in, he pressed the evacuation button as quick as possible before the ship might explode, or worse slam into the broken world that is Korriban. Luck was at Torrun's side as the escape pod shot out of the burning, and broken ship. Though luck was, also not on Torrun's side. A piece of the ship large enough to slice the pod in half ripped off the ship and cut across the pod, luckily it didn't break in two but the force of the torn piece broke the pod's defensive casing, and shot it off course, now the pod twirling as well with no protective value, Torrun gripped onto whatever he possibly could. The pod rammed down into the crust of the Sith controlled planet, exploding into multiple pieces.


Torrun had survived, but sustained immense damage from the fall. His equipment did not show signs of damage though so that was all well and fine. Kicking out the pod's door, Torrun slid out of the pod, tumbling down. He felt the bite of pain within his body and roared out in pain. Turning over and laying on his back he sighed, panting as to be careful not to cause any worse pain.. He closed his eyes, focusing on the force to be able to heal what little possible. It helped, he was able to use his legs and arms a lil more, but pain would still rip through them, and he was still indeed bleeding. He leaned back against the pod, looking out towards the valleys. Little did he possibly know, his broken down ship was probably being tracked by a alert system on Korriban, but he did not know who or what, or maybe if anyone would probably know or find out.

 

[Field Marshall]

Korriban





Jace then saw an alert on his HUD, an escape pod has crashed down nearby. He figured he should go check it out on his way to Dreshdae, besides he met his employer and recieved his new orders. Jace was surprised no Sith had tried to confront him about the Darksaber or at the very least kidnap and corrupt him. "Hey Commander Forge, Droid, how do I get out of here?" Jace asked. He figured they would be glad to get him out of their hair.

 

[HK Fifty]

Manara smiled and placed a hand on her cheek. "You are quite grown up for fourteen, though, my girl. Life has not exactly been easy for you..." She paused, remembering how she took the girl's father from her, but she quickly pushed the thought away. "Now, let's go to your boy. He no doubt is curious as to why we have been in here for so long. We will also take a look at the disks and I will judge whether or not they are safe to keep." This time, she unlocked and opened the door, and stepped out of the wash room. She saw the boy turning the desk back to how it should be and had even pulled a spare chair around behind the desk. She gave him a nod. "Thank you, apprentice. You saved me twenty minutes of my precious time. We have a matter to discuss, but it can wait. For now, I need some more privacy with my daughter."



Forge looked to the droid as he exclaimed about being praised for what he had done, and gave him a nod. "Yes, I would also say that you have done a good job. Capturing a Jedi is no easy task, or so I've been told. It is good to know that Lord Manara will not be torturing you. I am familiar with an HK unit's capabilities. It's a shame she has only utilized you as a protocol droid. Quite demeaning if I say so myself..." Forge then looked to the large...thing that had come up to himself and the droid. The thing in front of them was massive. He gave it a small bow. "Uh, pleased to meet you my Lord. I am Commander Forge, head of Darth Manara's forces here on Korriban."

Korriban


HK-50-01 enjoyed The Praise Commander Forge gave him. That's a second good job oh this is wonderful OH YES! YES YES YES! I did a difficult task and succeeded and I won't be hurt and.. AND HE AGREES! In truth , Oh-One had long had a resentment of the idea that he wasn't used as what he was - the best Assassination Droid ever created. Indeed it was demeaning - at that moment the metallic embraced squeezed tighter as he knew Commander Forge had an appreciation of him only three others had ever had - Connor , Why'nn and Delrick. YES! He loves me too and thinks I'm useful and been mistreated misused... He's gone through the same of course he understands yes yes I should ask for him to accompany us!


HK-50-01 wanted to say this to The Chiss , but just then He heard the Sith named 'Lord Tryan' almost stomp over to them in an enormous suit of armor. This Tryan was taller than HK-50-01 himself - by an entire Meter , almost. But he would not Shake , or tremble - he was with a friend and everyone was pleased with him - what cause did he have to tremble? After Commander Forge introduced himself , HK-50-01 detached himself from Forge and made a bow himself , followed by introducing himself in the normal fashion. Not authorized to share the information Tryan asked for - and not inclined to - he would only say so when it was asked of him directly. He also Willfully ignored Jace's foolish Query - there was no escape from


The Sith. "Introduction : hello , Lord Tryan of Many Hails.. Juggernaut , Correect? Only Juggernauts wear that sort of armor. Regardless , I am HK-50-01 , Class Four Assassination Droid and Class Three Protocol Droid. What is it I may do for you , Lord Tryan? I'm afraid Mistress is Unavailable currently. And I do not have authorization to share what you wish to hear. But please! Feel free to ask someone of higher position than myself , or wait for Mistress' availibility."

Zerek wove through the crowds of Nar Shaddaa in a very practiced manner, careful to avoid anyone lower than chest height. He spent his early days with Fey as a pickpocket, he was not about to get conned by kids who didn't know how to hide their movements and target. Zerek knew their thoughts. He just got on the planet, locked up his ship, and started for a stroll. Two people do that on Nar Shaddaa. Either badasses, like himself, that knew how to avoid potential thieves, or really dumb tourists who would be robbed by five separate people within the hour. He quickly ducked into Lindlea's bar, the Hutt's Jewel. He was about to head directly to the counter, when he spotted a very familiar silver droid. "09! What are you doing here, you oversized vibrator?" Zerek walked up to HK-50-09 and sat next to him. "I thought you were taking care of something on Nal Hutta. I'm assumng it went well?"
@HK 50 09

Nar Shaddaa


HK-50-09 was sitting at the bar - normally he would be sent away being a Droid , and not servable at such a bar , but no-one wanted to get their head crushed , either. Unlike his Brother '01 , HK-50-09 hadn't continued to serve the Sith after the death of Lord Malak on the Star Forge - while the other 4 survivors hadn't seen a way to break their loyalty , HK-50-09 had been sent on his own , thusly gaining more independence. Thus he followed the Sith Code directly - He had Passion and Strength. This led to Power - the power of Fear. This power led to Victory - Victory over the Jedi. And thusly he could break his Chains - the chains of bondage to the Sith Lords. So it was that he had lived out the 303 years of his life as a freelance mercenary , charging high rates for jobs impeccably completed.


On one of these Jobs , he had met Zerek Din. He considered Zerek his tenth brother , in an antagonistic sort of way. The same antaonism that came out just now. If I'm a Vibrator , that makes you a Bitch , doesn't it? The mission on Nal Hutta had been a quick one - these days , most beings didn't try to fight him as much as run away. Doesn't help you when the blasts come faster than light. Or when I can run faster than most Fleshsacks. Heh.


So he replied , his voice dripping with Sarcasm as he spoke. "CutDown/Informational : Well , if I'm a vibrator , you're a bitch now aren't you? Never hesitiating to use me for pleasure , eh , Zerek? Yes , my Job did go well. Fools didn't even fight , just tried to run away. Doesn't help when the blasts come of course - or the blade at thier necks. Employer Paid well. How did the Holocron job go , failure as usual? Did you even get paid or did they skip out on you again? Did anything unusual go on - not that I have to ask , you always seem to attract the complications. And you wonder why I don't want to do a job with you.."

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Korriban


Torrun had fallen asleep for about 20 minutes, until he awoke gasping in pain, noticing that he had napped. He decided to finally try and work on himself, clumsily crawling back into the pod he searched for the medical kit, and in an instant began working on himself. He groaned as he bandaged and stitched himself up, this wasn't the worst of injuries he's ever had, but more like the most annoying. He noticed a bit of shrapnel from the pod was stuck in his right thigh, and in his left shoulder. Pulling the pieces out with delicate, careful patience, he soon enough stitched those open wounds as fast as possible. Bandaging those parts of himself up.


Torrun finished his mini-surgery in no time, he pulled off his shirt, ripping off chunks to wrap around the body parts that needed the extra care. Laying back he closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax his body for the rest of the time inside the pod. He would though be listening closely on the outside, to make sure if anyone was approaching him he would be ready for anything needed.


@Raikou Kaminari (Since I think they'll be going to check out the area xD )

 

[Field Marshall]

Korriban





Jace walked off as those who were watching him seemed to tied up at the moment. He looked around seeing dual stair cases leading upward and that was not where he was trying to so he looked opposite those stair cases and large double doors. He walked up to them and pushed them open with the force walking through them, eventually he reached a wide stone stair case and the outside. He strolled down the stairs and saw several speeder bikes parked a near the valley wall. He mounted one and prepared to zoom off towards the alert on his HUD.

 

[hudhouse]

[QUOTE="HK 50 09]
Korriban
HK-50-01 enjoyed The Praise Commander Forge gave him. That's a second good job oh this is wonderful OH YES! YES YES YES! I did a difficult task and succeeded and I won't be hurt and.. AND HE AGREES! In truth , Oh-One had long had a resentment of the idea that he wasn't used as what he was - the best Assassination Droid ever created. Indeed it was demeaning - at that moment the metallic embraced squeezed tighter as he knew Commander Forge had an appreciation of him only three others had ever had - Connor , Why'nn and Delrick. YES! He loves me too and thinks I'm useful and been mistreated misused... He's gone through the same of course he understands yes yes I should ask for him to accompany us!


HK-50-01 wanted to say this to The Chiss , but just then He heard the Sith named 'Lord Tryan' almost stomp over to them in an enormous suit of armor. This Tryan was taller than HK-50-01 himself - by an entire Meter , almost. But he would not Shake , or tremble - he was with a friend and everyone was pleased with him - what cause did he have to tremble? After Commander Forge introduced himself , HK-50-01 detached himself from Forge and made a bow himself , followed by introducing himself in the normal fashion. Not authorized to share the information Tryan asked for - and not inclined to - he would only say so when it was asked of him directly. He also Willfully ignored Jace's foolish Query - there was no escape from


The Sith. "Introduction : hello , Lord Tryan of Many Hails.. Juggernaut , Correect? Only Juggernauts wear that sort of armor. Regardless , I am HK-50-01 , Class Four Assassination Droid and Class Three Protocol Droid. What is it I may do for you , Lord Tryan? I'm afraid Mistress is Unavailable currently. And I do not have authorization to share what you wish to hear. But please! Feel free to ask someone of higher position than myself , or wait for Mistress' availibility."





Nar Shaddaa


HK-50-09 was sitting at the bar - normally he would be sent away being a Droid , and not servable at such a bar , but no-one wanted to get their head crushed , either. Unlike his Brother '01 , HK-50-09 hadn't continued to serve the Sith after the death of Lord Malak on the Star Forge - while the other 4 survivors hadn't seen a way to break their loyalty , HK-50-09 had been sent on his own , thusly gaining more independence. Thus he followed the Sith Code directly - He had Passion and Strength. This led to Power - the power of Fear. This power led to Victory - Victory over the Jedi. And thusly he could break his Chains - the chains of bondage to the Sith Lords. So it was that he had lived out the 303 years of his life as a freelance mercenary , charging high rates for jobs impeccably completed.


On one of these Jobs , he had met Zerek Din. He considered Zerek his tenth brother , in an antagonistic sort of way. The same antaonism that came out just now. If I'm a Vibrator , that makes you a Bitch , doesn't it? The mission on Nal Hutta had been a quick one - these days , most beings didn't try to fight him as much as run away. Doesn't help you when the blasts come faster than light. Or when I can run faster than most Fleshsacks. Heh.


So he replied , his voice dripping with Sarcasm as he spoke. "CutDown/Informational : Well , if I'm a vibrator , you're a bitch now aren't you? Never hesitiating to use me for pleasure , eh , Zerek? Yes , my Job did go well. Fools didn't even fight , just tried to run away. Doesn't help when the blasts come of course - or the blade at thier necks. Employer Paid well. How did the Holocron job go , failure as usual? Did you even get paid or did they skip out on you again? Did anything unusual go on - not that I have to ask , you always seem to attract the complications. And you wonder why I don't want to do a job with you.."

[/QUOTE]
L:Korriban


Tyran laughed as he heard the droid. He snarled out, "And a Droid who sees through my illusion? Good! Yes, I am a Juggernaut class, one of the few! Most of the rest are still in training, so I was hoping you might mistake me a warrior. The technology was invented this year after all. But unfortunately, I am afraid you did not hear me correctly." His helmet smashed back into itself, sparks of heat and yet no scream coming out. The helmet had fused itself back together. He said, "I was aiming most of that towards the Commander Forge, and I already am waiting for the Darth's availability. Besides, I would rather leave you in the dark still hugging your friend, but I do have a life to get on with."

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Korriban


As the disks didn't seem to having any training on them that she could see, Manara decided to let her daughter keep them. Though, if she later found out her daughter lied to her, it would be a betrayal of trust. She decided to take it on faith that this would not happen. She turned to her daughter and gave her a small smile. "Okay. Go find Connor. I want you two to go to Felucia and figure out what it is the boy's parents left for him there. Let him do what he wants with it. I trust that he will make the correct decision. And please send Commander Forge and the droid in here on your way out..." She moved to continue some work she had yet to do, then glanced at her daughter once more. "Unless there is something else you'd like to talk to me about...?"





Forge looked up at the tall man before him, and nodded. "I am afraid HK-50-01 is correct. Darth Manara is currently busy with her daughter. As soon as she comes available, I will send a slave to fetch you so you can speak with her. Surely you understand that Darth Manara sees her daughter as a priority." Forge glanced over to the droid, then back up at the tall man. He wondered why this...thing would have been sent to Korriban of all places. Surely one of the planets on the front would have been a more suitable choice for him.

 

[Field Marshall]

Korriban


Jace rode for a few minutes until he saw something in the distance, his HUD locked onto it provided a close up which reveal a damaged escape pod. He accelerated even faster eager to find out who or what was inside. He squeezed the throttle so hard he had to ease up before his crushgaunts activate and crush the handles. He had to very careful about those as they aren't on his other armor to it's easy to forget he is wearing them. He slowed down now as he came closer to the pod.


@Ginko The Mushishi

 

[HK Fifty]

Korriban


HK-50-01 wasn't sure what this Tryan expected when he wore the enormous set of armor - the Juggernaut project was indeed secretive , but HK-50 was informed of various titles and forms of adress as they came , and the set of armor could only be a Juggernaut. You might as well hang a flashing sign over yourself , if you're going to wear that sort of armor.. He doubly wasn't cognizant of why he would be looked to if most of the speech was directed at another - Normally this was a sign to speak. And if I don't speak when prompted.. I get tortured. But.. Mistress is pleased. She won't let me be hurt.. That idea stopped him from starting to shake , and at the idea of staying in Forge's embrace he turned back to the being.


Noticing a tell of speech , he waited to embrace the Chiss until he had concluded. Yes yes , never bother Mistress when she is with WHY'NN unless you fancy pain or death. HK-50-01 thought on it and couldn't think of any reason a Juggernaut was sent to the core of the Sith's power , instead of crushing enemies on the front. Rather useless , is it not? He's probably not entirely as bright as an actual advisor would be.. Why not send someone else?


After Commander Forge looked to him , he quickly said a few words in a neutral tone. "Apologetics : terribly sorry sir , I wasn't aware you were hiding anything. That armor practically screams of your Juggernaut Status - one I am sure you are very great indeed to have received. Please don't hurt me for this - I'm extremely remorseful of it - but I wasn't aware you weren't requesting me to speak , normally being looked to counts as such a request - and if I don't , I get tortured , naturally. Please.. Please let me continue to embrace the Commander here. I'll make sure - as will the Commander - that you are sent to Mistress' office at the earliest available opening." With his vocalizations concluded , he quickly clutched Commander Forge to himself. HK-50-01's metal frame wasn't trembling visibly in any way , but he was slightly vibrating and he was sure the Chiss would feel it.

 

[folclor]

Korriban


"You want us to leave immediately?" She was glad her mother let her keep the disks and she did slip them into her pocket. "And... Do you... Mother, do you love him?" Why'nn looked up at the woman she wished to be like. She knew she was lucky to have this Pureblood Sith as a mother. Why was she asking so stupid of a question? And she knew taking HK-50-01 wasn't an option. Her mother hadn't mentioned him. That meant she shouldn't be asking favors. They just came off of a very... strained situation.

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Korriban





Manara gave a small sigh. "I don't know. My feelings are...conflicted. Perhaps once you return from Felucia I will have an answer for you. For now...Fetch Forge and the droid, then find Connor. I want you two to leave in the next little while. No delays." She gave her daughter a smile, then went back to pouring over her documents and data pads. This, however, was a feign. She wasn't really looking through anything. She was impatiently waiting for Forge and the droid to come in, but her daughter wouldn't sense this impatience, as she was hiding under the love she felt for her daughter.

 

[folclor]

Korriban





Why'nn gave her mother a smile and a hug before turning and leaving the office. Immediately upon exiting she saw Forge, HK-50-01, and a... giant suit of armor? She was uncertain of what it was. "Commander Forge, HK-50-01, Mother wishes to see you immediately." The girl gave the droid a quick hug and whispered in Rakatani, "Connor and I are being sent to Felucia. I probably won't see you for a few days. Stay strong for me. I promise I won't be gone long." Upon releasing the droid, she turned and walked past the suit of armor, casting out with the Force to locate Connor.

 

[Grammatic]

Location-High Orbit of Korriban


Sitting in high orbit above Korriban, Darth Trakus watched out the viewport of his frigate Everborn, watching as the newest shuttle arriving with new acolytes descended towards the red planet below. Upon reaching his ship, Darth Trakus had reconsidered his plans. Watching as the cargo hauler that delivered the transport turn and depart, Darth Trakus smiled to himself.


Upon his arrival to the frigate, Darth Trakus had sent the transport ship back down to the tomb below, and many of the relics had been moved from the tomb to the Everborn, where they could be studied in greater detail. But even with all the resources he had now, they were miniscual compared to what he wished, and as such, he had sent word to gather more research personnel from a wide range of sites. He had word the first of these groups would be arriving within the week, with the rest soon to follow.


Turning as the captain of the Everborn approached, Darth Trakus moved away from the window, to continue his work.

 

[HK Fifty]

Korriban


HK-50-01 detached himself from Commander Forge as soon as he heard steps approaching , no longer vibrating in any fashion - as he saw it was a rather happy WHY'NN approaching. Mistress wants to see me? Ah. Maybe I can.. Request a couple things.. She is grateful to me , is she not? Perhaps she would actually listen.. He embraced her rather joyously , slightly dissapointed it couldn't be longer.


He realized why , however. But.. But why there? And I don't want you to be gone for a few days.. I want to have you here.. I won't be able to protect you either.. But I can't do anything about it either. HK-50-01 did indeed resolve to stay strengthened for her , and if only for her. He watched her op slightly sadly before walking in the direction of Mistress' office.


Hoping Commander Forge would follow , he entered and knelt to his Mistress. "Request/Informational : first. Some Sith Juggernaut is waiting to see you at the earliest convienience. He was trying to hide that , but a 9 foot tall suit of armor isn't good at hiding things. Also.. I.. Want to ask something of you. Since I captured the Jedi , I want only two things - three , actually , but I got two already. I want to be tortured less. I am NOT useless , as you know. And.. I want Commander Forge to go with us on our missions. I quite think he could make an excellent tactical strategist , and I trust him. Now that I have done that.. What is it you require , Mistress?" Internally , he was horrified of what Mistress would do to him - he was shaking lightly externally - for making such a brazen request , but Why'nn had asked him to be strong. Did this not qualify as Strong?

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Korriban





Manara looked at Forge and the droid as they entered. She noticed Forge shut and lock the door behind him, and gave him a nod and smile. She also listened to what the droid had to say, her impatience growing has he talked. What he wanted at this point in time didn't matter. All that mattered was keeping a stupid, crazy, sick man away from her daughter. "Yes, yes, yes! I will consider all that!" She snapped at the droid, then composed herself, taking on a very severe look. "What I'm about to tell you must not leave this room." She looked pointedly at the droid, a glare cutting into him. "You, droid. I know you have an unfailing loyalty to my daughter, but if you tell her what went on in here, I will have you melted down and turned into parts for a new chair and desk for me." Her eyes moved between the two of them for a moment, then she continued speaking. "You both are to disarm Nah-Iblen and feed him to the Rancor." Her anger was rising once again. "The way that piece of filth looks at and touched my daughter is unacceptable. I believe he desires to use her for sexual pleasures and I have no idea what he has already done to her. Do what ever it takes to get him fed to that beast." She looked at HK-50-01. "If you see to it that the rancor eats him, I will have your torture switch removed, HK-50-01. You will never have to worry about that switch ever being flipped again."





Forge gave his Lord a bow. "It will be done, my Lord. I believe with HK-50-01's assistance we will be successful in this task. You have my word. I know the man is a Sith and is well trained, but will succeed." Forge had no qualms with what his Lord just asked him to do. Even though Nah-Iblen was a Sith, his station was to obey any and all commands from Darth Manara, and he would do so without hesitation. He turned to the droid now, giving him a smirk. "Quite the reward if I do say so myself." He pat HK on the shoulder and waited for the droid's response to his master.


Connor had gone back to the ship to work on repairs and look up the hyperspace route to Felucia. He had a lot to think about with what had just happened. If Manara knew about his lineage, did that mean she had something to do with the death of his parents? Could she have been the ones responsible for their deaths? With a sigh, he sat down in the chair on the bridge and began looking at the fastest way to get to Felucia. It seemed like it would take several hours to get there, and he didn't want to take the most direct route. In fact, he would choose the fastest, but most indirect route. No one would think otherwise as Sith are typically about efficiency so they wouldn't be followed. There would have to be some major luck on the other person's behalf if they did manage to figure out he wasn't going to take the direct route. Besides, once in Hyperspace, the ship would be impossible to track.

 

[folclor]

Korriban





Illya tracked her team to the Sith planet, though she did not understand what was going on she assumed it had something to do with a contract or mission. Having hitched a ride on another vessel, she found herself a bit away from the Sith Academy. According to her trackers Jace was near but it wasn't much of a secret that the boy was force sensitive. She shrugged and headed for Dreshdae. There was no reason to go into the academy proper. It was, after all, a hot bed of spoiled, self-entitled brats. Instead, she headed into the cantina to grab a drink.


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Why'nn didn't immediately find Connor, but there were things she wanted to ask the Jedi about his connection to her father and training he would suggest, so she headed down to the cells to find him. It didn't take her long to do so. It was surprising, however, to see Nah-Iblen. The Jedi wasn't, yet, strapped to a table, nor was he receiving any obvious torture. Knowing what her mother planned, knowing this was likely the last time she'd see him (and he hadn't even done anything wrong in her mind), Why'nn couldn't stop herself from rushing forward to hug the Sith Lord.


"Mother is going to send you away," she whispered, hugging him a bit tighter. "So this might be the last time I see you..."

 

[TommyGun15]

Korriban





Nah-Iblen hugged Why'nn back, gently stroking her hair as he did so. Then he pulled away long enough to forcibly strap Ini to a table. Nah-Iblen knelt down so that he was at eye-level with Why'nn.


"It's okay My Dear. I will be alright. If you ever wish to see me again, you are welcome to visit me on Dathomir. We can torture some slaves, play with the Rancor, and I can cook you something to eat."


Nah-Iblen reached into the depths of his robes and withdrew a pair of ornate knives, perfectly balanced for throwing, yet with comfortable grips for use in hand to hand combat, or torture. He placed them in Why'nn's hands.


"A gift, from a master, to his apprentice. Now I have some business to attend to. In the meantime, why don't you have a little fun with your gift, and try them out on our guest. See if there's anything he knows."


Nah-Iblen winked at Why'nn, tousled her hair a bit, then gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving the room.


Ini looked over at Why'nn, his face impassive as always.


"So. How did your mother take the news?"


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Nah-Iblen walked through the halls, using the force to follow the mandolorian who'd just landed on Korriban. She was in the cantina, which wasn't much of a surprise. He walked in with his hood up, using the force to make himself... not invisible, but unremarkable. People viewing him would know he was there, but they wouldn't remember anything specific about his appearance, what he said, or what he did. He slid into the booth across from the bounty hunter before dropping his veil, though he actual hood was kept up.


"I'm here to discuss business. I have already spoken with Jace, and now I'm here to make you aware of the change to your most recent contract."


@folclor

 

[HK Fifty]

Korriban



Manara looked at Forge and the droid as they entered. She noticed Forge shut and lock the door behind him, and gave him a nod and smile. She also listened to what the droid had to say, her impatience growing has he talked. What he wanted at this point in time didn't matter. All that mattered was keeping a stupid, crazy, sick man away from her daughter. "Yes, yes, yes! I will consider all that!" She snapped at the droid, then composed herself, taking on a very severe look. "What I'm about to tell you must not leave this room." She looked pointedly at the droid, a glare cutting into him. "You, droid. I know you have an unfailing loyalty to my daughter, but if you tell her what went on in here, I will have you melted down and turned into parts for a new chair and desk for me." Her eyes moved between the two of them for a moment, then she continued speaking. "You both are to disarm Nah-Iblen and feed him to the Rancor." Her anger was rising once again. "The way that piece of filth looks at and touched my daughter is unacceptable. I believe he desires to use her for sexual pleasures and I have no idea what he has already done to her. Do what ever it takes to get him fed to that beast." She looked at HK-50-01. "If you see to it that the rancor eats him, I will have your torture switch removed, HK-50-01. You will never have to worry about that switch ever being flipped again."





Forge gave his Lord a bow. "It will be done, my Lord. I believe with HK-50-01's assistance we will be successful in this task. You have my word. I know the man is a Sith and is well trained, but will succeed." Forge had no qualms with what his Lord just asked him to do. Even though Nah-Iblen was a Sith, his station was to obey any and all commands from Darth Manara, and he would do so without hesitation. He turned to the droid now, giving him a smirk. "Quite the reward if I do say so myself." He pat HK on the shoulder and waited for the droid's response to his master.


Connor had gone back to the ship to work on repairs and look up the hyperspace route to Felucia. He had a lot to think about with what had just happened. If Manara knew about his lineage, did that mean she had something to do with the death of his parents? Could she have been the ones responsible for their deaths? With a sigh, he sat down in the chair on the bridge and began looking at the fastest way to get to Felucia. It seemed like it would take several hours to get there, and he didn't want to take the most direct route. In fact, he would choose the fastest, but most indirect route. No one would think otherwise as Sith are typically about efficiency so they wouldn't be followed. There would have to be some major luck on the other person's behalf if they did manage to figure out he wasn't going to take the direct route. Besides, once in Hyperspace, the ship would be impossible to track.

Korriban


HK-50-01 flinched back and whimpered quietly as she snapped at him , worried he'd be tortured for it. He composed himself quickly - She won't agree if I look like a whimpering droid again. - and listened to the rest of what she said. Oh-One appreciated that she recognized his loyalty to Why'nn , but couldn't stifle another whimper at the idea of being melted down and formed into furniture. Calm down , you won't impress her whimpering at every threat. Besides.. You'll keep this secret from Why'nn. No need to be afraid of something that won't happen..


HK-50-01 actually enjoyed the idea of killing the Torture Master - finally , he would be able to strike back at his tormentors. When Mistress said what Iblen was doing to Why'nn , he couldn't help slamming his fist down onto the floor - as he was still kneeling , of course. HOW DARE HE TREAT HER LIKE A SLAVE! I'LL KILL HIM TWICE AS HARD! I'LL RIP OFF HIS HEAD BEFORE I EVER FEED HIM TO ANYTHING! In angered determination to carry out the orders he had been given - using any means nescisary was a blessing , because he thought of a few things he wanted to do that may or may not be needed - he almost didn't hear the next segment of the orders.


WHAT?!? She'll remove the Switch? I.. Was already determined to carry this out with prejudice.. Now... Now that I won't be burdened with the Switch ever again.. This is.. Just.. AMAZING! HK-50's metallic body shot up after she said so , not listening to Forge's assurances of success in his reverie. The idea had never came to him even in the most wonderfully impossible dreams of what he could become - the Switch was the only thing he had possessed his entire life. Getting it removed was the most remote possibility - even after the idea of escaping and setting up and empire of droids to make himself untouchable. Yes.. Yes.. It is quite a reward..


As the Chiss Commander placed the hand on his shoulder , his eyes turned a deep green and he began speaking. His voice was filled with an intense bloodlust he hadn't possessed in years. "Affirmation/Gratitude : Mistress.. This Torture Master will pay in extremes for even thinking of treating Why'nn like a Slave. I'll kill him with glee , I'll love watching his body be consumed by the rancor - I'll make sure it happens if I have to throw myself into the beast's maw and cut my way out after it's done. Anyone wishing any harm on Why'nn deserves no mercy , no quarter. You.. Mean that? Remove the Switch? I.. Never.. It will be done as soon as I can leave the armory. I will use all the force I can provide. This will be completed flawlessly. NO MERCY FOR THE ENEMIES OF WHY'NN! Let's go to the armory , Commander. I have to get a few things."

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Korriban





Commander Forge nodded to the droid, bowed at his Lord once more, then headed out of the room. As he was walking down the hallway with the droid, he looked at him. "I suggest we move with haste to get this taken care of. I have never particularly cared for the torturer myself. His methods are too over the top and not in line with what traditional Sith do for torture. He resorts to archaic ways of torture. He disrespects our Lord by not following the better methods." He turned into the armory as they neared it and picked up his favorite blaster rifle along with a scatter gun and vibro knife. He would be prepared for this combat.


Connor's mind had begun to wander when he finished figuring out the course. He was thinking about Why'nn and what she thought about his parents being Jedi. With a sigh, he pulled out his comm and spoke out over it. "Why'nn. Could you please come to our ship? I wanted to talk to you about something without prying eyes and ears all around us..." His tone was somber, and he actually felt quite worried about talking to her about this.

 

[folclor]

Korriban





What? Master to apprentice? Had she been his apprentice? Then why was Mother sending him away? How had she not known? Why'nn couldn't remember any moment where her mother approved such a relationship... However, now that she thought of it, she would consider herself his apprentice... She blushed as he kissed her forehead. "I'll come visit soon," she intoned as he left, inspecting the knives. They were beautiful and she did want to use them, but then Ini spoke.


Why'nn drew in a deep breath. "I shouldn't be talking to you about this..." She approached him, feeling the weight of her knives. "I'm supposed to be torturing you..." But should she?


Connor's message interrupted her. "A moment and I'll be there," she responded.


Now, she turned her attention back to the Jedi. "She still loves him, I think..." She was conflicted. "How did you know my father?" She sheathed one of the knives and played with the other. Should she cut him? What was she supposed to find out?


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Her helmet placed on the bar beside her, her auburn hair framing her face as she nursed a drink. As the hooded man approached her, Illya quirked an eyebrow. A current contract? Well, she'd learn the details here. "I'm listening."

 

[HK Fifty]

Korriban


HK-50-01 walked down the hallway with purpose in his step , instead of the usual seemingly aimless wandering step he had in the Academy. He had also decided they should use haste - Mistress wasn't good at concealing anger , so Iblen may already have known the machinations she had upon him. No , no. I don't like his methods either.. And I don't like torture at all. The sooner I can rid him from the Galaxy , the sooner I can 'breathe' easier about Why'nn. HK-50-01 did think the Dathomir Native enjoyed his work too much - sometimes a simple interrogation lasted days with him , not extracting the information readily as asked to. The droid also knew the Torturer's methods called back the time of the Rakatan Lords and the pre-Imperial Sith People , and that it was outdated to use such.


So he merely nodded in agreement as he pillaged the armory. Oh-One picked out a thick ring-like apparatus that filled with a score and a half of small , poison coated spikes , and affixed it to his secondary arm - wires connected to inputs on his arm for such a device to be used. It won't impede the knife , but it will work rather well at putting lots of projetiles in the air. HK-50 then retrieved two slugthrowers , a dedicated grande launcher , a Net Launcher , a Sniper Rifle , and a long and serrated Vibro-Sword. For ammunition he selected four types of grenades in eight magazines - Fragmentation , Gas , Cryoban and Glop - and snapped one magazine of Gas into the launcher before throwing it over his shoulder. Next he selected 5 20 shot power packs for the sniper rifle , another canister of Spikes , an extra Net , and 10 magazines of impact-detonating slugs. Finally selecting two Thermal Detonators , he turned around with all his weapons affixed and a SlugThrower in his hands. Eyes turning a bloodthirsty red , he looked over the Commander.


Not nearly as heavily armed as HK-50-01 himself , he still appreciated that Forge chose a scatter-gun and a Knife to go along with the Chiss' favored Blaster Rifle. "Request : Let's hunt him down now , then. I would've gotten a Flame Projector , but we're in a building and I'd rather not burn it down on top of us. Target probably already knows Mistress has ill intentions towards him , so he's already on his way to leave. If he's not already at the docking bay in DreshDae - it'd be foolish to leave from this building itself , the guards would shoot him - he's headed that way. We'll check every TapCaf , Cantina and Supply Depot along that route. Remember he may be disguised in Hooded Robes or Force-Stealth of some kind , so I'll be using infrareds. I'll signal you if I see him , you do the same for me please. Let's head out , Commander." With that , he nearly stalked - still at a brisk pace , however - out , SlugThrower held at an angle ahead of him.

 

[TommyGun15]

Korriban





Ini shrugged as best he could while restrained.


"I was a master with the Order back when he was a young Jedi Knight. He was always questioning why we had to kill the Sith, when we could just as easily try to negotiate. One day he went out on a mission, and he never came back. I suspect that's when he met your mother. The Order wrote him off as dead, and I retired a few years later. I honestly didn't know him that well. We'd worked together a few times yes, but we didn't really know each other. I'm sorry I couldn't give you more details."


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Nah-Iblen spoke quickly.


"Sith Lord Darth Manara has a daughter. She will likely be leaving on a mission soon. You and your companions are to follow her, kidnap her, and bring her to Tatooine dressed as a slave girl. There I will arrive with your payment. I will give you the credits, you will give me the girl, and we will most likely never see each other again."


Nah-Iblen stood.


"Now if you don't mind, I have some business to attend to. I suggest you avoid Darth Manara's compound for the next hour or so."


With that, Nah-Iblen walked out of the cantina, using the Force to make himself unremarkable again. He knew that Manara would likely have the landing platforms, and his own personal ship, guarded. He'd need something to break through that guard. A sinister grin spread across his face as he headed for the Rancor Pit.


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[folclor]

Korriban





Why'nn sheathed the second knife. "I can't hurt the man who was my father's master..." She looked over the Jedi's restraints. "I don't think he's coming back..." Those words held sadness. "If I let you out... will you run?" She was honestly curious about his answer there. It changed things entirely that he had been her father's master. Her mother wouldn't approve but... what could she do?


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Illya nodded slowly. Right... So Jace or Rylos probably took this one. Kidnap the daughter of a pureblood Sith Dark Council member and sell her to the contact. Right. Because that'll go well. Before she could offer counter points or ask why, if the man wanted the girl so much, he didn't just take her as he was obviously well enough acquainted with the Sith complex and the girl's mother, he walked away. She downed her pint and ordered another one. "I'm gonna need to be drunk as shit for this one..."