Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

[HK Fifty]

Korriban



As the holo image of Why'nn vanished, Manara sighed and moved into the wash room. She washed her face, then went back out to the main room of her now ruined office. Her head was swimming, unable to form any thoughts about her daughter or the situation they were both in. It was then she remembered that there was someone who had been waiting to talk to her, so she made her wait to the door and looked at the enormous man standing outside. "I apologize for not seeing you sooner. I have had some other matters that needed dealing with. Please, come in, and excuse the mess. I'm...renovating."





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Forge was impressed at the speed the droid could run at. It would be hard to outrun him if you were not a Force user. He nodded at the droid. "Yes. This position is fine. As for your own sense of pride, you will regain it one day. Perhaps once that infernal switch is off of you and Darth Manara sees your worth, you will have your sense of pride returned to you. I, myself, did not always have this much pride. During my time at the academy and my time with Imperial Intelligence, I was looked on as nothing more than a piece of trash. Aliens are greatly disliked, but I eventually earned my place and the respect of my peers." He gave the droid a smirk. "If it means anything, you have my respect as I know you are a capable person."

Korriban


HK-50-01 was happy that Commander Forge found the position he was in satisfactory - he had learned this method of carrying by watching wounded being carried. Of course , it's also useful for Babies.. As I proved with Why'nn. The Class-Four droid didn't entirely believe he would ever regain any of his pride. That had been beaten out of him extremely thoroughly by every master or Mistress he had been possessed by since the Malakian days.


What he doubted even more was Mistress ever seeing any Worth in him. Yes , I captured a Jedi. But not through conflict.. Through negotiation , like I was of Jedi-make in my own right. She'll never see any worth in me.. The days of killing are over , and they'll never come again. He was bewildered that one could GAIN pride - he thought it worked the opposite , in that one started with much pride and it was peeled away until you were left a begging , pleading slave. Oh-One did appreciate that Forge had respect for him , but that didn't detract from his bewilderment at the idea of pride gain.


So , shortly outside of the MedBay doors , HK-50-01 set Commander Forge back on his feet and decided to ask about it. "Confused Query/Statement : I thank you for suggesting that I could ever be of worth in Mistress' eyes.. Even though that won't ever happen , even if she removes The Switch. I... I don't understand. how.. How does one GAIN pride? That's not at all the way it works. One starts with pride that gets beaten away as they get older , until they're left a broken shell of themselves. Gaining pride is impossible - even for you , Commander. Even if you gain respect , pride just doesn't reproduce like Organics or build up like a complex. I thank you for your respect of me , of course , but you aren't making any logical sense. Maybe it's a Chiss thing?"

 

[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship





Illya stuck her tongue out at his obvious denial. "I don't know. You were recon on that one!" She nursed her drink. "It wasn't that hard." The warrior shrugged and looked him over. "Guy was a lot less dangerous than the bounty said. At least they paid me extra to let his sorry ass live." She let out a sigh. "Much less fun than I thought. Good paycheck. I'd work for them again but... they're probably insane."

 

[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek kept walking behind 09, chuckling. "That depends, how much did they piss me off? Because I've done some really stupid shit because I'm angry. Like this, for example. Walking onto Korriban, into the Sith Academy, where someone in the Dark Council is probably hanging around because they can, all to find your brother. If I end up living through this, remind me to never set foot on this planet again, will ya?" Zerek let out another chuckle, then his face turned solemn. "Although, the loyalty and dedication you show towards him is admirable." Zerek kept himself on high alert, cautiously reaching out with the Force to try and feel out any incoming troops or hostiles that were nearby.


@HK 50 09

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Location - large asteroid field not far from korriban to korriban





Blaster fire rang out through the halls of the complex. Empire soilders running around every where as the attack was almost over. There had been multiple scouting reports that had said there was a rebel base somewhere in an asteroid field so stalker had been sent to check it out. And it was all right besides one thing, the reports said a small scouting base but it was actually a massive rebel ship yard. Luckily stalker had been allowed to take a military war vessel with.


The battle did not last long but resistance was definitely there. It did not take long to board and take most of the station and now the last part held by the rebels was the command room which imperial troopers were gathering at the main door guns pointed at the door and waiting as a team worked on the door quickly for the officer in charge, But it was to late by that point. Stalker had grown tired of waiting and was now walking through the halls of the station quickly his saber held loosely in his left hand and sheathed for the moment as he headed for the command room doors and the troopers. He walked quickly and in frustration as his heavy foot steps rang out in the halls as soilders quickly stood at attention to the sides of the hallways as he passed them in silence.


Then he got to the group of troopers at the command doors. There were at least eight squadrons around the door waiting to go in with the officer at front his eyes locked on the door till the empiral soilders behind him started to move out of the way for stalker making him growl and whip his head around. "What do you think yo-" the officers yelling were stopped when he fully turned around and was met by stalkers face right in front of his. "M-my lord." The officer said in fear at the sight of him. He wasn't a Sith Lord but the troopers and other imperial men tended to call him one.


"I-I have this perfectly under control my lord. We will have the door open shortly so you can just leave." The officer said hesitantly to stalker as he walked up to the door and looked at it for a second, then he pressed the button on his light saber and the big red blade came out in a flash of light and a massive roaring sound. Then he drove the blade into the door and started to cut it open as the imperial soilders stood ready attack.


When stalker had cut the door open he pulled his saber out and took a step back then in one motion he thrusted his hand forward blasting the door open as rebel troopers started to fire at him as he launched into the command center his blade twirling around him as he deflected every shot that was fired on him as the empire soilders flooded in killing All but the higher ups of the base, then after stalker had looked them over he grabed the head and took his leave with the leader as the soilders killed the rest.


Stalker made his way to a hangar where his own personal ship


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Was waiting for him and his prisoner. He threw his prisoner in a cell and then got in the cockpit and took off for Korriban. When he got there he was not pleased with the sight of the sith academy as he flew into a hangar that was just littered with bodies of dead soilders

 

[Grammatic]

Location-Korriban Academy


"...they are aboard, my lord, and training has begun." Nodding his head, Darth Trakus grunted before responding. "Make sure they are fed first, we need them at their strongest." Cutting off the comm, Darth Trakus glanced around the dark corridor, devoid of life for now, before quickly putting his helmet back on. Walking down the hall, he nods to the two warriors standing on the outside of the entrance to the hall diverting wanders. Forming up, the delegation moved off and re entered the main complex.


Walking forward, Darth Trakus leaned forward, resting his arms on the railing of the second level, looking down at the groups below. It was funny, watching them go about their daily lives. Funny, that it would all change very soon...

 

[KalenNighteyes]

KORRIBAN
Tyran marched in, cracking his neck to no sound. His helmet cracked open a bit, releasing a flood of oxygen into the room. Hopefully, it would cheer her up or at least give some more attention. He did not bow, but said, "I heard your mess. I wish to congratulate you on not killing her, you're already kinder than most Sith. So I do hope we get along." His voice sounded threatening, deep, and with a slight echo no matter how he worded himself, "I am Sith Juggernaut Tyran Uedr Yraliga, and I do believe that we both can see eye to eye on this matter. I was to be stationed here as fast as possible until that Rancor broke out and started slaughtering everyone. It was dealt with swiftly. I wish to request any missions or tasks you need to be completed. Otherwise, if I am not needed, I will go on to my own personal plans effective immediately."

Korriban





Manara smiled as the large creature moved in. If this massive...man had managed to take down the rancor, he would prove very, very useful against Nah-Iblen. Her smile only grew at the thought. She walked over to her now shattered window and looked out over the training grounds, the wheels turning in her mind. "Oh, my large friend. I think you will be very useful for me. As it so happens, there is a task that does need to be completed. I am sending a legion of troops to Dathomir to catch a traitorous pig named Nah-Iblen." She spit at the ground as she said his name. The man was one she had trusted with her daughter, but he had shown his colors only a short while ago. "I want you to accompany that legion to Dathomir. The commander of my forces was just taken to the medical bay by my HK unit. As soon as he is ready, he will be massing my force. I trust you are capable enough to help those two lead my legion, yes?"





Forge wasn't sure how to answer HK-50-01's question. It was a difficult process to build up pride and it takes time. Forge limped slowly into the medbay where a medical droid began tending to him. He gave the droid a chuckle when asked if it was a Chiss thing. "Pride can certainly be built back up if you have the time and the patience to let it build back up. It's not an impossible task. Revel in what you've accomplished. You brought in a Jedi. It doesn't matter how you managed to do it. What matters is that you did do it. You can find pride in yourself with knowing that you managed that. When we kill Nah-Iblen, take pride in that. Patience, my friend." With that, Forge boosted himself up onto a bed and laid down, waiting to be tended to.


Hyperspace





Connor had sat back down at the controls of the ship. He made sure they were still on the course he set, and when he was satisfied they were, he left the bridge. The navicomputer would chime when they were nearing Felucia. As he left the bridge, he looked around, half expecting to see Why'nn by now. With a sigh, he wandered the ship, looking in various places for her, before going to the private cabin and finding the door locked. He guessed she must have gone here to talk to her mother. Connor raised his hand, about to override the lock, but hesitated for a moment. She could still be upset and not want to see him. Another moment passed, then he finally decided to open the door. When he walked in, he saw her asleep on the floor. He wasn't surprised as she'd stabbed herself through the gut with her lightsaber. With a sigh, he bent down, picked her up, and placed her on the bed. As he draped the blanket over her, he kissed her forehead softly.

 

[folclor]

Hyperspace





Why'nn woke as she was moved. As he kissed her forehead, she grabbed his arm and rolled, pulling him onto the bed. She then maneuvered them so she was cuddling with him, her head resting on his chest.


"Mother would shock you for that, you know." But she was busy tracing patterns on his chest. "This is going to be a long journey. Stay here with me. We'll get some rest. Neither of us have slept since before Hoth..."

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Hyperspace





Connor smiled as she pulled him into the bed with her. She seemed to be feeling okay after speaking with her mother, but he didn't bring that up. It was nice just laying there with her. He wrapped his arms around her and sighed.


"Let her shock me. You're worth it." He gave her a gentle squeeze as he said those words, and kissed the top of her head. "Yeah. It's going to take a bit to get there. I just wanted to make sure we couldn't be followed. I'm a little paranoid like that right now I guess." He chuckled lightly. "Yeah...I had to work out the details of the Hoth mission so it's been a bit since I had a good rest." He yawned, and closed his eyes, but he wasn't sleeping yet. If she still wanted to talk, he would still be awake to answer.

 

[Killorkiller]

local: Everborn


Trakus had left for the Academy on Korriban to go find more slaves that fit his purpose. Vizgal was left on board the Everborn with the first batch of warriors Trakus had gathered. He stood on a metal cat walk that over watched the training area, Vizgal looked at the warriors as they trained with tenacity and ferocity, it was no wonder that Trakus had chosen to take them under his wing and train them. Vizgals eye came to rest upon the one named Tall'a Ina, though Vizgal was not the most attuned with the force even he could sense her great power and strength in the force. She was skilled with her saber, not as skilled as Vizgal but still very skilled. Pushing off of the railing he was leaning on, Vizgal threw of his cloak letting it fall to the ground behind him. Gripping the railing in one hand Vizgal vaulted over to fall down to the training room below, landing on his feet he straightened his back and stood up straight. His jumping from the cat walk gained him quite a few eyes from the training warriors. Walking over to Tall'a he stopped just before her, "We have been set on a mission, by Lord Trakus, to find and eliminate the butcher. But before that, I was wondering if you would like to test your metal against a real sith?" Vizgal grinned, his scared face giving off a somewhat welcoming smile


@ArisenMoon

 

[HK Fifty]

Korriban



Manara smiled as the large creature moved in. If this massive...man had managed to take down the rancor, he would prove very, very useful against Nah-Iblen. Her smile only grew at the thought. She walked over to her now shattered window and looked out over the training grounds, the wheels turning in her mind. "Oh, my large friend. I think you will be very useful for me. As it so happens, there is a task that does need to be completed. I am sending a legion of troops to Dathomir to catch a traitorous pig named Nah-Iblen." She spit at the ground as she said his name. The man was one she had trusted with her daughter, but he had shown his colors only a short while ago. "I want you to accompany that legion to Dathomir. The commander of my forces was just taken to the medical bay by my HK unit. As soon as he is ready, he will be massing my force. I trust you are capable enough to help those two lead my legion, yes?"





Forge wasn't sure how to answer HK-50-01's question. It was a difficult process to build up pride and it takes time. Forge limped slowly into the medbay where a medical droid began tending to him. He gave the droid a chuckle when asked if it was a Chiss thing. "Pride can certainly be built back up if you have the time and the patience to let it build back up. It's not an impossible task. Revel in what you've accomplished. You brought in a Jedi. It doesn't matter how you managed to do it. What matters is that you did do it. You can find pride in yourself with knowing that you managed that. When we kill Nah-Iblen, take pride in that. Patience, my friend." With that, Forge boosted himself up onto a bed and laid down, waiting to be tended to.


Hyperspace


Connor had sat back down at the controls of the ship. He made sure they were still on the course he set, and when he was satisfied they were, he left the bridge. The navicomputer would chime when they were nearing Felucia. As he left the bridge, he looked around, half expecting to see Why'nn by now. With a sigh, he wandered the ship, looking in various places for her, before going to the private cabin and finding the door locked. He guessed she must have gone here to talk to her mother. Connor raised his hand, about to override the lock, but hesitated for a moment. She could still be upset and not want to see him. Another moment passed, then he finally decided to open the door. When he walked in, he saw her asleep on the floor. He wasn't surprised as she'd stabbed herself through the gut with her lightsaber. With a sigh, he bent down, picked her up, and placed her on the bed. As he draped the blanket over her, he kissed her forehead softly.

Korriban


HK-50-01 , while he did appreciate that Forge chuckled at his joke (and suggestion) that growing Pride was a Chiss thing , still didn't understand how the Chiss Commander could make more Pride. I have time - I'm immortal , of course I do. I have patience -I've waited almost two centuries for someone to really love me. But how can I use this to manufacture more pride? Perhaps he needed special modifications for that. Perhaps it WAS a Chiss thing , or an Organic thing.


It did help when Forge said that the Assassination Droid should revel in his victories - he DID capture the 60 billion dollar Jedi Master , that was true. But , in his experience , every time one reveled in their victories , they paid for it. Malak had thought the Galaxy was his - and the Jedi-Brainwashed Revan had risen up to kill him. The triumvirate thought similarly - Until Kreia had used the Jedi Exile to destroy them. Just in his own experiences - he did capture the Jedi. That didn't mean anything when he failed to kill Nah-Iblen. He had ran the factory successfully , producing improved Units even. And HK-47 came and destroyed that , just as he was feeling accomplished.


He decided to say so , as the Commander laid on a strecter and waited to be fully attended to. "Weary resignation : than I'm afraid I can't do that. It is true that I captured the Jedi , and you may be right that the means didn't matter. And I WILL kill Nah-Iblen. But revelling will not help manufacture pride. Revelling , in my experience , only causes harm later. I'm not saying I won't revel again , and I'm not saying revelling is bad. I'm saying that it's temporary. Lord Malak thought he had only to capture Coruscant and the Galaxy was his. And then the Jedi sent the reprogrammed Revan after him , and she killed Malak on the Star Forge itself. The triumvirate thought they had but to kill the Exile and the Jedi would be no more - and Kreia made the Exile into one of the greatest Jedi of all ages. Raxus Core! Just in my own experience , just today , even. I gave Mistress my Gift , and she was pleased. That didn't matter when I failed to Kill Nah-Iblen , did it? Maybe doing this does work - For You. No , my friend , my pride is dead - nothing will change that unless something extremely , unrealistically drastic changes. I can only hope that the love Why'nn and yourself give to me can fill that void." He sighed somewhat wistfully - reminiscing on the Early Days always had that effect - and patted Forge's shoulder , unable to change the purple color his eyes had taken on.

KORRIBAN



Zerek kept walking behind 09, chuckling. "That depends, how much did they piss me off? Because I've done some really stupid shit because I'm angry. Like this, for example. Walking onto Korriban, into the Sith Academy, where someone in the Dark Council is probably hanging around because they can, all to find your brother. If I end up living through this, remind me to never set foot on this planet again, will ya?" Zerek let out another chuckle, then his face turned solemn. "Although, the loyalty and dedication you show towards him is admirable." Zerek kept himself on high alert, cautiously reaching out with the Force to try and feel out any incoming troops or hostiles that were nearby.


@HK 50 09

Korriban


HK-50-09 was somewhat pleased that Zerek agreed that he had done rather idiotic things because he was moderately displeased. Oh , I'm sure it was a minor Sleight that you took entirely too seriously , as you do most things. The mention of someone of the Dark Council being here reminded him to think of that one. If someone from the Dark Council isn't leading this operation , the Sith of this time are excessively idiotic -if not weak , though they did sack Coruscant a few months ago- and deserve to be crushed by the Republic. At least Malak had the sense to leave someone competent in charge , if they were a little over-sadistic.


Oh-Nine probably wouldn't want to step foot on this planet again , either. He hadn't wanted to step on this surface again in all his 303 years - this was the exact site of the original Sith Academy , tracing back to Malak's time - and before even then. But he was here for his brother , and he wouldn't leave without him , no matter what else had to be done to accomplish this. His Silver eyes took upon a Viridian Rim as Zerek complimented his loyalty to his Brother - the only loyalty he had ever possessed. Well , I really didn't possess it until the last few decades.. Loyalty is something the strong lord over the weak to force them to Obey. Every good Sith Lord knows this to be true - Malak and Revan both knew this , part of why they were so successful for a time.





Oh-Nine was also on alert. He was waiting to pick up the particular energy signature common to Rakatan Technologies - like the Nine Prototype HK-50 units. Seeing as how he wasn't close enough to pick this up yet , he decided to respond. "Statement/Gratitude : oh , I'm sure this Hag minorly offended you and you merely took it to extremes - isn't that what you always do? That's exactly what you did when that Sith Officer said we couldn't possibly hold up against their Fleet.. Even though he was right. And as for not wanting to be here , trust me. I never intended to come here either - or back here , I should say. We are standing on the exact site of the Sith Academy , back in the days of Lord Malak. I'm sure a Council Member runs the place - if that isn't true , these Sith Purebloods are too stupid to survive and deserve to be wiped from the Galaxy. You surprise me.. I didn't think you could express gratitude. You know.. I'm loyal to you as well. I.. Count you my brother as well , so you know. I still haven't detected any Rakatan Technology , so we're not close to where Oh-One is yet. Let's hope we - well , you - don't die first."

 

[Grammatic]

Location-Everborn


Turning her head, Tall'a smiled at Vizgal, briefly giving him something resembling a bow. "But of course, oh mighty Sith..." Taking one of the sabers from her hip, she gave the blade a slow twirl in her hand, igniting the orange blade in the process, before gripping the blade with both hands, assuming a defensive position. She flexed her fingers along the length of the hilt, modified since she had last used it. While still standard issue, it was now also molded especially for her hands, as the other blades were for the other warriors.


Stepping into the center of the room, keeping the blade facing Vizgal, she glanced around the room briefly. The training room, which moments ago was bustling with activity, had fallen silent, as the other warriors and recruits moved to the sides of the room, giving the 2 opponents plenty of space for the coming battle. Glancing once more to Vizgal, she gave him another brief smile.


"Whenever you are ready, my lord..."


@Killorkiller

 

[folclor]

Hyperspace





Why'nn smiled and nuzzled him. "She thinks I betrayed her." The smile dropped. "I won't go back until I've done something that allows me to earn my place as her daughter again. She hadn't required it... But I do. If what happens on Felucia doesn't earn me my place at her side I will another ship and I will keep going until I earn my return. I just want you to know. I may not return with you. You have to return. I can't go back if I can't prove myself." As she spoke she continued tracing patterns. If he was following along he would recognize her mother's crest.

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Hyperspace





Connor didn't know what to say anymore regarding her mother and the whole betrayal issue. He still thought that Manara had overreacted, but it was a topic that needed to put in the background for now. Connor laced his fingers through hers after she finished tracing the crest on his chest, and made his other arm more secure around her. "I can't go back until this whole situation with my parents is done. For all we know, this thing on Felucia will lead us to yet another planet. Maybe it's this whole grand kind of treasure hunting thing. I'll need my partner for it, and if my partner has a little side mission she wants to do, best to do while we're out." His presence would feel playful, loyal, and loving at the same time. "Efficiency, right?"





Korriban





Forge sighed. Manara had really done a number on this poor droid. It wasn't right, but he knew he couldn't speak out against the treatment of him. Not only would Forge be punished for it, the Sith would likely punish the droid for it as well. "Then I guess I will feel the pride for both of us. I know it doesn't make sense, but that's what I'll do. I will also do everything in my power to ensure that we kill Nah-Iblen and you get your switch removed. Even if I have to remove your switch myself." Forge gave HK-50-01 a smile then held his hand out to the droid to seal his promise.

 

[folclor]

Hyperspace





Why'nn smiled at his suggestion and nodded. "You called me your partner," she noted cheerfully. "Yeah, we should make sure we investigate this thoroughly!" But as she spoke and her jovial attitude returned, she found herself wondering about Connor's parents. What kind of people were they? Were they Jedi like Dad was Jedi? We're they the weak kind that HK-50-01 always talked about? Were they kind and peaceful like Ini? And what would happen if she were to follow any of these roads?

 

[hudhouse]

Korriban



Manara smiled as the large creature moved in. If this massive...man had managed to take down the rancor, he would prove very, very useful against Nah-Iblen. Her smile only grew at the thought. She walked over to her now shattered window and looked out over the training grounds, the wheels turning in her mind. "Oh, my large friend. I think you will be very useful for me. As it so happens, there is a task that does need to be completed. I am sending a legion of troops to Dathomir to catch a traitorous pig named Nah-Iblen." She spit at the ground as she said his name. The man was one she had trusted with her daughter, but he had shown his colors only a short while ago. "I want you to accompany that legion to Dathomir. The commander of my forces was just taken to the medical bay by my HK unit. As soon as he is ready, he will be massing my force. I trust you are capable enough to help those two lead my legion, yes?"





Forge wasn't sure how to answer HK-50-01's question. It was a difficult process to build up pride and it takes time. Forge limped slowly into the medbay where a medical droid began tending to him. He gave the droid a chuckle when asked if it was a Chiss thing. "Pride can certainly be built back up if you have the time and the patience to let it build back up. It's not an impossible task. Revel in what you've accomplished. You brought in a Jedi. It doesn't matter how you managed to do it. What matters is that you did do it. You can find pride in yourself with knowing that you managed that. When we kill Nah-Iblen, take pride in that. Patience, my friend." With that, Forge boosted himself up onto a bed and laid down, waiting to be tended to.


Hyperspace


Connor had sat back down at the controls of the ship. He made sure they were still on the course he set, and when he was satisfied they were, he left the bridge. The navicomputer would chime when they were nearing Felucia. As he left the bridge, he looked around, half expecting to see Why'nn by now. With a sigh, he wandered the ship, looking in various places for her, before going to the private cabin and finding the door locked. He guessed she must have gone here to talk to her mother. Connor raised his hand, about to override the lock, but hesitated for a moment. She could still be upset and not want to see him. Another moment passed, then he finally decided to open the door. When he walked in, he saw her asleep on the floor. He wasn't surprised as she'd stabbed herself through the gut with her lightsaber. With a sigh, he bent down, picked her up, and placed her on the bed. As he draped the blanket over her, he kissed her forehead softly.

KORRIBAN


Tyran smiled with a near daemonic grin. He spoke with pure joy, "Helping lead a whole Legion? I personally pride myself on the survival rates of my operations. I pray that I can appease you in my performance." Tyran nodded his head before he walked towards the window. He raised his hand, grasping out through the force. Sand flooded the air, twirling around the window before shaping to fill in the gaps. With the intense heat of his Lightsaber, he melted the sand to glass. He then blasted out a small wave of force to wipe out the heat into the air. He turned around to Manara, "My title is Sith Juggernaut Tyran. I wish to ask if I could lead a secondary mission if we succeed at our task, and less than three troopers are killed. Would that be a fair trade of service? Either way, I shall do the task."


Tyran would head towards the medical bay, but his body was physically incapable of entering through the regularly sized thresholds. He sighed in anger before walking over to the second landing pad of the Academy, waiting for the troopers, Forge, and HK-50-01. He would begin tinkering with his Lightsaber again, lifting up a data pad to remind himself of any special targets he can find on Dathomir. His search came up empty, so he simply went back to his main list. Mustafar, Tatooine, Halm, Dac, and finally Dantooine. His biggest targets were Tatooine and Dantooine due to the prizes there being the rarest. If he had a group of troops and some native raiders, he could easily kill a Krayt Dragon on Tatooine. Tyran smiled to himself upon realizing that he could finally start building his magnum opus, a lightsaber that generated so much energy not even Mandorian armor could stop him.

 

[HK Fifty]

Hyperspace



Connor didn't know what to say anymore regarding her mother and the whole betrayal issue. He still thought that Manara had overreacted, but it was a topic that needed to put in the background for now. Connor laced his fingers through hers after she finished tracing the crest on his chest, and made his other arm more secure around her. "I can't go back until this whole situation with my parents is done. For all we know, this thing on Felucia will lead us to yet another planet. Maybe it's this whole grand kind of treasure hunting thing. I'll need my partner for it, and if my partner has a little side mission she wants to do, best to do while we're out." His presence would feel playful, loyal, and loving at the same time. "Efficiency, right?"





Korriban


Forge sighed. Manara had really done a number on this poor droid. It wasn't right, but he knew he couldn't speak out against the treatment of him. Not only would Forge be punished for it, the Sith would likely punish the droid for it as well. "Then I guess I will feel the pride for both of us. I know it doesn't make sense, but that's what I'll do. I will also do everything in my power to ensure that we kill Nah-Iblen and you get your switch removed. Even if I have to remove your switch myself." Forge gave HK-50-01 a smile then held his hand out to the droid to seal his promise.

Korriban


HK-50-01 suppressed a tremble as Forge sighed at him - Forge wouldn't hurt him.. At least , he hoped. What?!? Don't feel pride for both of us - save your pride for yourself , I need none of this Pride anymore.. At least the Commaner acknowledge what HK-50-01 was thinking - it DIDN'T make any sense. If it doesn't make any sense , why do it? Please don't do anything foolish for me.. I don't want you to get hurt just to give me hope.


He decided to run through the definition of pride - objectively - and found that 'sharing Pride' could mean the same thing as having 'faith' and 'confidence' in another. He has confidence in my abilities.. HE HAS AN APPRECIATION FOR ME! That meant very much to the Droid - after all , Confidence and Appreciation of others had been his goal since his activation. He was now even more convinced that Nah-Iblen's death was of the upmost importance - he certainly didn't want to betray Forge's confidence by failing him.


While he didn't want Forge to remove the switch himself - that could get him Hurt - he was joyous that the Chiss Would do that for him. As the hand cam out , HK-50-01 bent down to take it , moving it ip and down excitedly. "Realization/Gratitude : YES YES YES I UNDERSTAND! You having pride for both of us just means you appreciate my abilities and skills.. You have faith that I can succeed. I.. Don't have faith in my own self. But.. That means half the Galaxy to me that you have it in me.. All I've ever wanted is for people to appreciate me , since my activation.. I'll not betray your trust Commander. I'll succeed in killing Nah-Iblen , for you , for Switch Removal - please PLEASE don't do that without Mistress' permission - and most of all , For Why'nn. Thank you so much I love you so much you're the best Commander.."

 

[Field Marshall]

Mandalorian Ship


Jace went to go find the rest of the team after he had some time to think, hopefully he caught them before they got too drunk. He saw Illya and Chuka drinking up a storm so he assumed Rylos was somewhere nearby too. He removed his helmet and spoke to them. "Okay so while we wait, we can also go after the jedi master, free him secretly and then turn him in again at the Sith Academy for 60 Billion credits, depending on how cooperative he is, give him something so he can free himself afterwards. 60 Billion credits Mandalore has all the money it needs to recover from resources and such spent during the war.120 Billion credits and Mandalore can recover from war debts and go on to build up its military strength beyond what it had prior to the war. 180 billion credits and Mandalore can do all that plus pursue new military projects. So as crazy as my schemes may be they are for the benefit of the Mandalorian people." Jace explained. "Will you put down your drinks and prop Mandalore to new heights?"


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[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Mandalorian Ship


Chuka let out a sigh and shake of his head. "Yes, I was recon. And we had all the info on the target and his compound." Taking a pull from his rye. "But, I didn't scout the ENTIRE sewer system." Giving her a look that said 'next time your try'. He swirled his drink as he listened. Nodding as he spoke. "So, the next time you get a job from them, I'll tag along and help alleviate the boredom." 'Could always use a nice easy payday.' As Jace walked in and made his announcement, the warrior set his drink down and gave his full attention. '180 billion credits for the glory of Mandalore.' He realized he was slowly nodding his head, agreeing with Jace's long term plan. 'So we're gonna stick it to the Sith, and then get paid by them for returning the Jedi.' He grinned at that. "Sneaky bastard." He said under his breath, so only Illya could hear. "I got two questions. First," Swinging his feet to the deck and standing, holding his rye in his left hand. "What's our cut going to be? I'm all for the glory and honor of the hunt and supporting Mandalore, but we need to get paid." Looking at the other two warriors, smirking. "Second, so I have to put my drink down?"


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[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship





"Yeah, they're gonna funnel any other jobs my way." Illya's expression soured at Jace's suggestion, then smiled at Chuka's response. "Yeah. Pay me or I don't work." She raised her bottle in toast to Chuka, then took a drink. "I mean, if you want to go this alone... you know... get your shit pushed in by a master force user... be my guest. Also, what's with the shift? Just a second ago you were talking about how we didn't need the Jedi, how your bounty was bigger and better. And now I just heard that tracer beep but we're not headed after it? We all saw three ships take off so far. Pretty sure one of them is the one we're supposed to go after. How are we gonna get the 120 billion if we're not even going after her?"

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Hyperspace



Why'nn smiled at his suggestion and nodded. "You called me your partner," she noted cheerfully. "Yeah, we should make sure we investigate this thoroughly!" But as she spoke and her jovial attitude returned, she found herself wondering about Connor's parents. What kind of people were they? Were they Jedi like Dad was Jedi? We're they the weak kind that HK-50-01 always talked about? Were they kind and peaceful like Ini? And what would happen if she were to follow any of these roads?

Hyperspace


Connor let out a yawn, followed by a chuckle. "Well, you are my partner. Even when things weren't like this between us, I still considered you my partner. Despite the antagonistic things, I've always had your back. That's what partners do for one another." He gave her arm a gently squeeze as he finished that statement, then continued. "I agree that we should investigate it thoroughly. I might not really have a connection to my parents, nor have I really wondered about them, but I do want to know what they left for me." He couldn't help but wonder what this would mean for him when he did follow this all the way through. Would what he was shown change him? Would it make him want to become a Jedi? No. He was Sith, and he always would be.




[QUOTE="HK 50 09]
Korriban
HK-50-01 suppressed a tremble as Forge sighed at him - Forge wouldn't hurt him.. At least , he hoped. What?!? Don't feel pride for both of us - save your pride for yourself , I need none of this Pride anymore.. At least the Commaner acknowledge what HK-50-01 was thinking - it DIDN'T make any sense. If it doesn't make any sense , why do it? Please don't do anything foolish for me.. I don't want you to get hurt just to give me hope.


He decided to run through the definition of pride - objectively - and found that 'sharing Pride' could mean the same thing as having 'faith' and 'confidence' in another. He has confidence in my abilities.. HE HAS AN APPRECIATION FOR ME! That meant very much to the Droid - after all , Confidence and Appreciation of others had been his goal since his activation. He was now even more convinced that Nah-Iblen's death was of the upmost importance - he certainly didn't want to betray Forge's confidence by failing him.


While he didn't want Forge to remove the switch himself - that could get him Hurt - he was joyous that the Chiss Would do that for him. As the hand cam out , HK-50-01 bent down to take it , moving it ip and down excitedly. "Realization/Gratitude : YES YES YES I UNDERSTAND! You having pride for both of us just means you appreciate my abilities and skills.. You have faith that I can succeed. I.. Don't have faith in my own self. But.. That means half the Galaxy to me that you have it in me.. All I've ever wanted is for people to appreciate me , since my activation.. I'll not betray your trust Commander. I'll succeed in killing Nah-Iblen , for you , for Switch Removal - please PLEASE don't do that without Mistress' permission - and most of all , For Why'nn. Thank you so much I love you so much you're the best Commander.."

[/QUOTE]

Korriban


Forge laid his head back against the pillow on the medical bed and coughed again. No blood came up, but this cough did hurt quite badly. With a grunt of pain, he moved his hand up to his side and pushed against it. There was probably a broken rib or something making him uncomfortable like this. That, and the adrenaline from the torture was beginning to wear off. He looked back up to HK-50-01 and smirked. "You've been through quite a lot in your life, I'm sure. I know you won't betray my trust. As I said, I believe that you are an honorable person and you deserve to be treated as such. I know that Nah-Iblen will be brought down one way or another. I mean, what chance does the man have when it's just him versus an entire legion of Sith troops?"

 

[Field Marshall]

Mandalorian Ship


"Fine we will each take 5 billion for ourselves so that we'll still have 160 Billion for Mandalore. Yes you can keep your drink Chuka, just try to sober up before we go into battle." Jace replied to Chuka. He looked at Illya and explained. "Ths shift is because the tracer suddenly skipped off meaning they must have entered hyperspace, hyperspace tracking is very difficult and the fact they have yet to exit hyperspace mean they must be taking an indirect route as hyperspace travel is relatively fast, even if it's just a long journey they could be on as well we could use this time to get the jedi. Honestly, as Chuka put it I want to stick it to the Sith. What better way to do it then con them out of 180 Billion credits at this time of need when they would need that money to recover from this war."


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[folclor]

Hyperspace





"Mmm..." Why'nn chuckled. "Now you're getting sappy on me." She yawned, her eyes closing. "Whatever happens out there... we need to be rested up." On the whole, being with Connor wasn't bad but she was not one for the mushy talk. That was a bit much. And he was supposed to be more advanced in training than she. Out of the two of them she was becoming less sadistic, but at least she could keep a cool head when it came to their relationship.


Mandalorian Ship





"Okay, okay, so we stick it to the Sith. We get 5 billion credits each..." She thought about it. "Sure. I'm up for that. Let's catch ourselves a Jedi Master." She capped her bottle and slipped it away. Of course, this would only happen when Jace set the coordinates. Her eyes closed as she stretched. "Let's get going, then."

 

[Field Marshall]

Mandalorian Ship - Heading back onto Korriban


Jace was surprised Illya agreed with him, he believed this was first in the history of forever that Illya hasn't scolded one of his schemes. Jace decided to act before the thought could occur to her, using the momentum of the moment. He went to the cockpit and inputed the coordinates in the navicomputer. They wouldn't need to go to Hyperspace because they were still in Korriban's orbit. He left it up to the pilot to take them down to Dreshdae, they couldn't approach with their ship because that would be too obvious. He planned to have them ride speeder bikes from Dreshdae to the Academy.


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[Grammatic]

Location-Korriban Sith Academy


Walking down the ramp of the academy, Darth Trakus stormed past stunned slaves and acolytes, even throwing a few unlucky souls not fast enough to clear his path with the force several feet. He was in a extremely foul mood, his patience, while usually extensive, had worn out as of late. As such, he decided to simply send a holo message to Darth Manara. As he continued his path down, he looked down to his gauntlet, a flashing light drawing his attention away from his path. Quickly opening it and reading it within his helmet, Darth Trakus smiled. The captains had agreed to meet with him...


Turning, he quickly gestured to the waiting transport ship at the end of the ramp, and he and his escort quickly climbed inside, the doors sealing behind them and closing. As the ship climbed into the upper atmosphere, Darth Trakus briefly recorded his message to Darth Manara, simply putting that, while he would not be commiting himself to the campaign to hunt the butcher, he none the less would be there to support her forces. However, he also warned that a failure to kill him, would force him to take his wrath out on those who had failed to render justice...

 

[Killorkiller]

Location: Everborn


Vizgal smiled at Tall'a's words, she was a firey one she was. Moving about 3 paces back Vizgal pulled out his own light saber and ignited it. Its crimson color a vast diferance to Tall'a's saber. Before any move was made Vizgal reached with his thumb towards his ring finger. On his finger was a solid black ring that hand a small nob on it, using his thumb, Vizgal pulled on the nob. As he did so, a sharp point exposed it's self, it was not long enough to kill but would surely break the skin. Placing thumb on the point, Vizgal ran his thumb across it, cutting deep into his finger. At that moment something happened, Vizgal was no more, his being replaced by Thanatos.


Seeing the girl ready to fight was all the invitation Thanatos needed. Rushing forward, he gripped his saber in both hands. Coming in fast and low Thanatos gave a quick swip at Tall'a's feet knowing she would jump it he followed it up with a thrust at where her midle would be after she hand landed.


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