Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

folclor said:
Dathomir


@ArisenMoon


The soldier handed Darth Trakus the files before saluting and hurrying away.  Within the next few minutes they found the remains of the slave housing - and that all those inside were dead.  At the end, the compound cleared, the rancor dead or fleeing, the troops formed up, waiting for orders.


@Constantin


Smokescreen!  And shots!  The first hit Manara, momentarily stunning her, but she managed to get out of the way of the others, charging forward.  Now she had a position.  The Sith Lord leaped into the air, vulnerable for a few seconds, before landing beside the assassin.  At that point, she began to swing, bringing her lightsaber down upon her attacker.  She would push, trying to force him to drop his firearm.


Hyperspace


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


Sanguina jumped a bit as her father seemed to materialize.  That was an odd question.  "Mostly because I'm everything you don't want for me?  By the way, where's my master's head?  I need that.  And your Arkanian would look better strapped to a table.  So I'll cook dinner tonight, okay?"  She smiled sweetly.  "Also, my slave apparently doesn't think I should walk around naked.  When does a slave ever tell his master something?"  The girl shot a glare at Fali.


Dathomirian Moon


@Darkangel666


"Roger.  I have the shot now, you know.  I could take him out."  Illya didn't like Chuka going in alone.  A clanless man in the middle of nowhere couldn't be trusted.  Sure, she was clanless... but she and Chuka knew each other well enough.  She was sure he didn't mind.
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Dathomir


The gunmetal assassin quickly switched his optics back to normal as he saw the Sith Lord charge him through the smoke. Predictably, she swung her saber at his torso and he limbo'd it, leaning back beneath the blade. As he did so a 6-inch blade extended from his wrist. He immediately leaned forward to swipe his blade across her face when he was unceremoniously pushed backwards through the force. This caused him to utterly whiff the attack and slide several feet backwards on his stomach. His grip on the blaster remained firm, so he utilized it and fired three pinpoint shots from the prone position. The trigger clicked and he scrambled to his feet, feeding another clip into the sonic blaster while he backpedaled, his blade still extended on his right wrist as he aimed his left handed blaster at the target. 'This won't be as easy as you think, meatbag, my life's work has been perfecting the art of killing force users, you're a single star in a galaxy of dead organics.'


@folclor
 
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@folclor @TommyGun15


The former Jedi chuckled and nodded. " I was a Jedi, and spent many a year studying and routing out the Sith. I learned many things in my time." He continued to smile warmly at her, listening. "  So it was love and joy you were showing, was it? I will try to remember that, but you should know that for most others what you did was an act of anger and pain. There are other way to show love and joy. " Delrick motioned to the chairs in the lounge area, and moves that way, taking a seat comfortably. He patted the seat next to him. " Between the two of you.  You make her stronger, able to take care of herself, while she'll be able to make you wiser and greater." Sanguina would no longer feel any remnants of fear, she see his bloodied right hand being held out to her. " So she doesn't want to be apart of the world anymore huh? What caused her to feel that way? " The former Jedi watched as she cleaned the blade. "Well to start you need her body to play and show your love. And if she's so frail why do your badge for her? Why do you protect her?" 
 
Dathomir


@Constantin


Manara dodged his attacks and grinned.  "Good work, droid.  You might actually make me break a sweat."  Behind her, Connor was carrying HK-50-01 toward a waiting shuttle.  "But right now I don't have time for you."  She chuckled and flipped backward, sprinting to the shuttle.  Once she was on board it took off.


Hyperspace


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


"Of course it was!  And that's silly.  If you can't experience joy in pain you'll never be able to really live."  Again, Sanguina took to giggling.  As he sat, she went to sit beside him.  "Your blood tastes good, you know.  But Human isn't my favorite.  Halfbreed is the best meat, truly.  You'll have to try it sometime."  Another giggle.  "Oh, she took Master's love pretty hard.  What he did was only to strengthen us, to bring me out.  But she didn't see it that way.  Actually, she was the one who killed him.  I'm still mad at her for that.  But it's because of him."  She drew her hand up and sliced along one of the cuts, drawing up blood that she happily licked at.  "Mmm... Well, she's still me, isn't she?  Just because she's weak doesn't mean she isn't part of me.  Aren't we supposed to accept our weaknesses?  After all, I'm the one who should've been, originally.  So if she was only there because of Manara's weak leadership and your abandonment, because she had to find a way to survive and was too confused by all the mixed signals, I am what she should've been.  I am Sith,  I am strong and I will make the galaxy fear me."
 
Hyperspace


@folclor @TommyGun15


He let out a small noise of appreciation at her insight into pain and joy. " Would you believe me if I told you I had?" He watched her with interest to gauge her reaction. 'Interesting. So you two can swap places while the other is awake.' The former Jedi nodded as she continued, pleased to see she understood how she came to be and how she existed at least on a basic level. " So your agree, we must accept ourselves as a whole, the good and bad. The strength and weakness. In order to become more then the sum of our parts." Delrick leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, smiling and nodding admiration to her. " If you Jane accepted Why'nn as part of you, you know she exists. But does she of you? Had she been given a chance to know and accept you? Her stronger self." He really did want to know if the communication was two way, or if it was possible. If Why'nn could accept Sanguina as Sanguina has accepted Why'nn there was a chance there wouldn't be a war of self. 
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


Sanguina became very excited at this.  "Have you?!  Isn't it the best meat!  It's just so flavorful...  I still want to try Pureblood Sith.  I bet that would taste good, too!  I secretly want to eat Mom.  Though, I don't know, she is pretty salty..."  The girl giggled.  "Yes, yes, of course we have to.  And I don't know if Why'nn really knows about me.  She's been asleep pretty much since I came into being.  Well, except for the time the Neti got us to switch for a moment.  He was pretty delicious, by the way.  And then the time that Zerek got me to get her out.  He's cute, you know.  Can I cut him, Daddy?  I really want to show him love..."
 
folclor said:
Dathomir


@Constantin


Manara dodged his attacks and grinned.  "Good work, droid.  You might actually make me break a sweat."  Behind her, Connor was carrying HK-50-01 toward a waiting shuttle.  "But right now I don't have time for you."  She chuckled and flipped backward, sprinting to the shuttle.  Once she was on board it took off.


Hyperspace


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


"Of course it was!  And that's silly.  If you can't experience joy in pain you'll never be able to really live."  Again, Sanguina took to giggling.  As he sat, she went to sit beside him.  "Your blood tastes good, you know.  But Human isn't my favorite.  Halfbreed is the best meat, truly.  You'll have to try it sometime."  Another giggle.  "Oh, she took Master's love pretty hard.  What he did was only to strengthen us, to bring me out.  But she didn't see it that way.  Actually, she was the one who killed him.  I'm still mad at her for that.  But it's because of him."  She drew her hand up and sliced along one of the cuts, drawing up blood that she happily licked at.  "Mmm... Well, she's still me, isn't she?  Just because she's weak doesn't mean she isn't part of me.  Aren't we supposed to accept our weaknesses?  After all, I'm the one who should've been, originally.  So if she was only there because of Manara's weak leadership and your abandonment, because she had to find a way to survive and was too confused by all the mixed signals, I am what she should've been.  I am Sith,  I am strong and I will make the galaxy fear me."
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@folclor


The moment he noticed the damaged droid being lugged through the swamp, he noticed the landing shuttle in the distance. 'Surely she isn't going to retreat... a Sith Lord running from a droid? Meatbags run away with stories like that, her reputation will suffer.' As she flipped backward Fifty One's hunch was confirmed, but he wasn't done with her, not until she was a corpse would he be. His mechanical legs carried his body forward with the acceleration of a professional sprinter, if the sprinter wasn't organic and had well lubricated joints. Mud and water kicked up in a trail behind him as he streaked through the marsh, diving out of the trees and pulling up his right arm, aiming it at the recently launched shuttle.


"Exclamation: Taste plasma, meatbag!" He vocalized, locking onto the shuttle in a second before launching a plasma wrist-rocket at the lander. 'Fleeing from me won't save you, Sith, it will only prolong the inevitable. If you escape me here, may you live in constant awareness that I am just behind you, as close as a shadow. If you make the choice to rest, drop your guard, or sleep, it will be the same as the decision to end your life, because I will be there during your moment of greatest weakness. You will look back and see the yellow eyes of death staring back at you.'
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


As he walked up the ramp, he stopped and glanced quickly behind him. Once he was inside, he would be out of the snipers range of fire. I know you're out there, aiming right at my buy'ce. Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. He grinned under his helmet and walked into the cargo bay. The only imminent danger now was Chuka, and he hadn't disarmed all the way: the energy spikes that could be emitted from his gauntlets were still in place. He was wary of the stranger, but believed that he deserved up to a certain level of trust. "Well, this is it, vod. As I said, nothing special." he turned to look at Chuka and realized he was looking for something. A laugh emerged from his mouth as he realized what it was. "Sadly, the crew's dead. I stole it and knocked them out cold, but I think they broke their necks in some maneuvers as I tried to escape from some annoying fighter." He said, attempting to laugh the subject off. He motioned for him to follow him and started for the cockpit. 


When he arrived at the spacious area, he pointed at the two, still bodies laying near the bulkhead. "And there they are. They seemed to work for some sort of Huttese shabuir or something, probably. I wasn't on the nicest of planets. Its got no tracking devices, I've ran a few scans on it. Its clean. A relic they were probably just guarding." He said to the mando behind him. "The ship is pretty snappy and responsive, and the targeting system sort-of works. It has cruiser-class cannons on it, packs quite a punch. It scared the osik out of me when it fired for the first time." He chuckled at the thought of the ball of flame which had once been the Liberator starfighter he had faced about an hour or so ago. Poor di'kut. His hands reached up to where the helmet seal would be located and fiddled around, a hissing sound emanating from the headgear as the seal was removed and he lifted the helmet, turning to Chuka. His battle-scarred and tired face revealed, Errin breathed in deeply and exhaled just as well. "It really gets stale in there when you've worn it for a long time. There, you satisfied?" He spread his arms out in a questioning manner. 



buy'ce: helmet


di'kut: Idiot


shabuir: fucker


osik: shit


vod: brother
 
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"Maybe she is just screwed up in the brain." Sitting on a crate swinging one of his legs, Ryols complimented this sentence by waving a knife he is cleaning near his forehead, before returning to his task. Spread out around him, the four members of his clan were talking quietly, trying to ignore the black cloaked figure talking to their chieftain. 


"All previous reports say that this...girl, showed no outward signs of this form of aggression. All the books I have read conclude that only a tramatic experience could do something on this scale." Pacing back and forth, Trakus slowly flexed his fingers in agitation, trying to figure out what to do. He had come to the hangar deck to speak with Ryols of the impending task they had to accomplish, and yet, Trakus was hesitating.


Sighing, Ryols slid the knife back into a small hatch on his leg, before reaching over and grabbing his helmet, pulling it back on. "What does it really matter? In the end, she will either aid us, or we will kill her. It is not really that complicated." Ryols shook his head slightly, before hopping off the crate, the other four similarly armored warriors following suit.


Snapping around, Darth Trakus looked Ryols in the eye, his agitation evident. "The daughter of Manara has become more powerful because of this change. Her power might rival that of my own. When we deal with Manara, I cannot afford to have her standing against me. If she does, our plans could unravel." Turning, Trakus began to make his way towards the hangar bay doors. Before he entered the hallway beyond, he turned his head back to look at Ryols. 


"Deal with her. Her and that figure who she is with. Her mentor, her father, I do not care who he is. Deal with them both."


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


@folclor
 
Dathomir


@Constantin @HK Fifty


"Get the droid up and running.  Remove his torture switch.  I want him sent after my daughter as soon as possible,"  Manara directed, taking the time to catch the plasma hurtling toward the ship and catapult it back at her adversary.


"Master!  Let me go with him.  I'll bring Why'nn back, I promise!" Connor pleaded, standing beside the Sith Lord, urgency in his voice.


"It's your fault she was taken in the first place.  You want me to trust you with her return?  You barely did any work against the rancor in this fight and you certainly were nowhere to be found when the traitor loaded her into his transport."  Her words were harsh and denoted her disgust for the boy.


"But I can fix it!"


Manara raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing upon her lips.  "You can, can you?  Very well, you'll go with the droid.  If you can't bring her back your life is forfeit.  Now go.  The two of you will be leaving as soon as he wakes up."
 
folclor said:
Dathomir


@Constantin @HK Fifty


"Get the droid up and running.  Remove his torture switch.  I want him sent after my daughter as soon as possible,"  Manara directed, taking the time to catch the plasma hurtling toward the ship and catapult it back at her adversary.


"Master!  Let me go with him.  I'll bring Why'nn back, I promise!" Connor pleaded, standing beside the Sith Lord, urgency in his voice.


"It's your fault she was taken in the first place.  You want me to trust you with her return?  You barely did any work against the rancor in this fight and you certainly were nowhere to be found when the traitor loaded her into his transport."  Her words were harsh and denoted her disgust for the boy.


"But I can fix it!"


Manara raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing upon her lips.  "You can, can you?  Very well, you'll go with the droid.  If you can't bring her back your life is forfeit.  Now go.  The two of you will be leaving as soon as he wakes up."
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Dathomir


The Gunmetal assassin watched in anticipation as his plasma rocket sailed after its target. For a couple of seconds, there was a perfect tranquility in the moment, the smoke plumed from the rocket as it flew through the air, the dull roar of the lander's atmospheric engine mixed with the abnormally quiet ambient sound. So much destruction and death in this area had driven the wildlife away. His bright yellow eyes tracked the rocket as it impacted the rear of the ship, exploding violently and spraying super hot plasma all over the damaged thruster and tail fins. The shock wave knocked the lander off balance and the lack of rear thrust caused it to spin uncontrollably. Smoke billowed out of the spent thruster as the ship spiraled and began to sink back down to Dathomir.


HK-51 holstered his non-lethal sonic blaster and pulled out his second close-range baby, the Mandalorian Disintegrator. Upgraded with a Mk III Mandalorian firing chamber,  a Mark IV Power Pulsator, and a Mark II Crippling scope, this weapon was guaranteed to turn anything it came in contact with into unrecognizable atomic goop. Outlawed in every sector of the galaxy that has laws, it was incredibly difficult for him to obtain it, so he treated it like fine china, only to be used on special occasions for special people. Manara had been a special pain in his metal ass, that was for certain. As he lander made its hasty descent and crash landing into the tree-line ahead, Fifty One switched off the safety on the disentegrator, causing it to whine to life with an unsettling vibration in his hand.


He approached the smoldering wreckage, it seemed like most of the craft was intact, except for the back hatch which was completely destroyed, leaving the inside of the ship exposed to the open air. The front of the ship was crushed and on fire, upon close inspection he could see his predecessor, locked up in self-preservation mode, resting against the burning cockpit, his head was scorched. Fifty One leaped up onto the back, rocking the ship lightly as his feet made contact with a loud meta-on-metal clank. There were two meatbags on board, one was totally insignificant to him, and appeared to be barely conscious, but otherwise safe. Manara was sitting against the right hand wall, her head was bleeding. He assumed it made contact with a particularly hard and pointy part of the interior. Keeping his gun trained on Manara, who showed little sign of consciousness, Fifty one walked up to his flaming progenitor and dragged him out of the fire and flinging him out of the back of the ship, he landed safely on the wet earth. Fifty One's eagerness almost overrode his ego, but not quite. He stood over Manara and pressed the barrel of his disintegrator against her forehead. She seemed to be gaining her wits, her lightsaber was just behind Fifty One, it rattled as she subtly attempted to pull it to herself through the force. As the lightsaber rolled in range of her fingers, a heavy metal foot stomped down onto the hilt, stopping it one centimeter short of her reach.


"Rhetorical Question: Didn't anyone ever tell you not to turn your back on an assassin?  Conjecture: Perhaps you felt superior to me because you are an organic. Statement: I would say that this will teach you a lesson, but your brain will soon be fused with the wall, so it won't matter whether you learned anything or not." Just then, his finger squeezed the trigger, the disintegrator fired, the light from the blast reflected on his face, his eyes were fixated on the smouldering pile of organic matter that used to be her brain, his target was finally dead, his mission was finished. Now he needed to figure out how to get off of this forsaken swamp of a planet. He decided to leave the other meatbag alive, might as well have someone to spread the news that an assassin droid killed Manara. Let the organics know that no one is safe. He hopped down off of the ship onto the soil next to the contracted body of HK-50-01. His eyes lingered on the now-scorched droid for awhile. He didn't feel a compelling need to kill him, but he also wasn't fond of the idea of dragging him around, so instead he left him lying there. "Statement: Know that when you awake, you will likely be informed of the fate of your master. You will be told the details of the events here and you will make the connection that I, HK-51-6P, killed your Master, I freed you from your shackles, and I dragged your hull out of the burning claws of death. You owe me, progenitor." Although he knew there was no way the droid's fried hardware could process the auditory input, he felt like letting his hull know that in every way, Six P was better than him, and Oh-One was now indebted to the Gunmetal Assassin. The mechanical rhythm of his footsteps plodded into the distance as the search for a working space craft began. His payment was due.
 
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Hyperspace


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


Sanguina's eyes went wide as she gasped.  "Th-That's not supposed to happen...  Fali?  Fali!"  She called out to her slave, a desperation in her gaze that she had not had before.  This, too, was a new emotion and it was clear she didn't know how to handle it.  "Fali, come here..."  The girl stood and she walked over to the slave.  Desperation gave way to worry, then fear and grief.  "I can't feel her, Fali...  I can't feel Mom..."  She wrapped her arms around the man.  "I think she's..."


Blink.


Crimson was slowly overtaken by gold as Why'nn was woken by the void her mother's death created in the Force.  "D-Dad?" she whispered.  She let go of Fali, turning back to her father and walking to him.  When she reached him, her eyes glistening with tears, she looked up at him.  "Dad... I... I can't feel Mother anymore... I... I can't feel her.  Dad... is she...?"  The thought seemed too much for the girl to handle and she began to sob, throwing herself into her father's arms and clutching herself close to him.  "I-I-I-I f-failed her, this is my fault.  This is my fault.  If I hadn't been so stupid sh-she'd still be alive."
 
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@folclor @TommyGun15


Delrick was about to respond to Sanguina comments about eating her mother and his reactions to eating sentients, when he felt a sudden heavy emptiness pull on him. He suddenly felt light headed and a headache, if he hadn't been sitting he would've been staggered and appear to lose his balance. 


'I can only hope you left a pile of bodies.' He looked to Sanguina as she overtly reacted to the death of her mother, she wouldn't come to him. But he saw the change come over her and felt the slight shift as Why'nn came into control. He stood quickly as she called to him and hugged him. His arms wrapped around her tightly and he held her close. "I know, I can't either. She's...She's one with Force now." Delrick closed his eyes and kissed the top of her head. " You did not fail her! There is nothing you, or I, could've done. Her path had always been leading to this." It pained him to admit it, but Manara had always been striving to be a great Sith Lord, and that path could only lead to her death eventually. He had tried a few times to lead her away from the Sith, but she would not be changed. He'd hoped this time would be different, that they could have had a chance to make things right. " You are no failure, or stupid, and this is not your fault!" Tears briefly rimmed his eyes, but were blinked away. He would shed his tears later, alone. Right now Why'nn needed him and was going to be there for her. 


Dathomir Moon


@Darkangel666


Chuka nodded slowly, his shoulders shifted and rolled, keeping a comfortable grip on his rifle. He would suspect the clan-less mando to keep some sort of weapon hidden, he would, so he would not insist on a full body search. 'Let him feel comfortable, no need to crush him.' As they moved through the ship the older warrior noted somethings about the ships upkeep and systems. Overall he was generally impressed Errin had been able to pilot, maneuver, and use the ships weapons systems by himself. 'Either your very good or very lucky.'


He grew concerned hearing the crew might be dead, but when he saw then he was relieved to see they were not Mandalorian and were just chakaar (criminal/scumbag) flunkies. At this Chuka relaxed visibly and let his rifle hang loosely in his right hand.


Once Errin's helmet was off he nodded and extended his left hand. " Yes I am, and I know what you mean. But that does mean you should get the filtration system flushed." When he released the clan-less mando's hand he tapped the comlink for Illya. "We're all good. I'd like your opinion on this ship and to meet our..." Chuka hesitated, looking to Errin, unsure what to call him. "our new associate." 
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


Why'nn didn't let go of him, her face buried against him as the tears flowed.  "It is my fault!" she cried.  "If-If I hadn't b-been so gullible, if I hadn't been so naive...  Mother would not have had to go to Dathomir!  She she she she she would've been home!  Okay!"  For almost a minute, she couldn't speak.  "If it wasn't for me she would've been fine!  It's my fault!  It it... if... If I did what she said... if... if I just did what she said she wouldn't have died!"  This brought more sobbing.  "A-And the l-last she knew of me I-I-I was a traitor...  T-That was the last thing... the last thing... we talked about...  Sh-She said I betrayed her.  The last thing I did to her was betray her!  This is my fault, this is my fault!"  Why'nn balled her hands in the fabric of his shirt.  "The last thing I did was promise her I'd make her proud and I didn't!  I didn't do that!  I...I...I...  All I did was make sure she died!"


As the girl's grief welled, she unintentionally sent waves out through the Force.  Anyone even slightly Force sensitive connected to or near her would feel the depth of her grief and be overcome as well.


Dathomir


@HK Fifty


Connor groaned, coming to.  Blood ran down the side of his face and he had a few minor burns, nothing a little kolto wouldn't fix.  But something was wrong.  Something was very wrong.  A presence he'd known most of his life was missing.  It took him a moment to realize what happened, too shocked to believe it could be true.  But it was.  There was his master - dead before him.  He couldn't believe his eyes and he almost wanted to try and put her back together in some misguided belief that, as long as she was whole she would return to her body.  This couldn't be fixed.


A tear rolled down his cheek and he pulled her remains free of the burning shuttle, overcome with grief - some his own, and some not, but it really didn't matter at the moment.  No.  He knelt at his master's side, head bowed, tears streaming, anger and grief mingling within him.  He didn't notice HK-50-01 nearby.
 
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@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Fali frowned as Why'nn began to cry against Delrcik's shirt.  He wasn't sure what exactly to do in this situation, but he felt that he should do something, anything, to console the grieving child.  He slowly walked over to Delrick and Why'nn, an almost questioning look on his face as he slowly inched forward.  Assuming Delrick didn't give any sign that he wanted Fali to stay away, Fali would walk up behind Why'nn and place his hand on her shoulder, gently rubbing her back in an awkward gesture of consolation.
 
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@folclor @TommyGun15


Delrick held Why'nn close, gently cradling her and petting her head. He did not dismiss Fali, grateful he was there. Further cementing the idea of actually landing the ship and letting him walk off rather then seeing if he can fly. The former Jedi gave him a small nod of thanks, but other then that gave no signs of acknowledging the freed slave's presence. " Why'nn you are not gullible, the influence and power of Nah Iblen as a manipulator are well known about the Sith and Empire" He gently kissed the top of her head. "If she had remained on Korriban death would have found her, and possibly you as well. That was her life, she was passionate and lived with her emotions as her shield. " Delrick grinned and gently laughed a little at the memory of Manara's determination to save her daughter. "Before we left for Dathomir your mother and I spoke and she regretted her words to you, wanting nothing more then to get you safely back. She was so proud of you and loved you so much as well. " As he held his grieving daughter he focussed on happy times spent with Manara alone and times spent with both of them. He was determined to exude calm and peace, not as a Jedi would but as a strong loving father would. 'I trust that in the Force you can feel and know the love we held for you.' His thoughts were both to Why'nn and Manara.  
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


"I-I want her back," Why'nn murmured.  However, as he petted her, stroking her hair, the gold changed to crimson and Sanguina was back in control.


"It's okay, Daddy," she whispered, her voice shaking, her eyes wide.  "You don't have to be sad.  I'm sure Mommy will come back.  You came back.  You were dead.  We felt you die.  We felt her die, too, but that must mean she'll come back.  She will.  Even if it takes her six years, too.  She will find us again.  I know it."  She turned her gaze upward, meeting him.  "So smile, laugh.  She is not gone.  She will come back because you came back.  She is on her way, I know.  She must be.  Don't cry for her like we are.  She will come back."  Sanguina moved to grab onto Fali as well.  "One day, Fali, you will meet her.  She is a great Sith Lord.  You'll love her."
 
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@folclor @TommyGun15


"I know you do. " As Delrick was petting Why'nn's hair he felt the shift to Sanguina. 'So comforting Why'nn unlocks Sanguina.'


He looked to his second daughter. " Sanguina it is alright to mourn her passing" Gently his hands on her cheeks he looked into her eyes, holding her about half an arms length away. "I don't think mommy will be coming back, while I did die I did not let go my grip on this life. I had to prepare for that moment. This ending felt more final and sudden." Delrick tightly embraced Sanguina, knowing what he was about to say would not be met well.  "She is not coming back, but will continue to live on in your heart and your mind. As long as you never forget her, she won't be truly dead." He looked to former slave an shook his head, signaling that her last comment was wrong. Fali would never meet Manara. 'It seemed that a strong new emotion unlocked Why'nn. Would mental persuasion unlock her as well?' Delrick grabbed her hand and began to lead her to the comsuite. "Sanguina is it alright if we record a message for Why'nn? So can help share grief?" His voice calm and infused with the Force, his request holding more weight then a simple question would. "'And when you're done making the message would you let me talk with Why'nn so I can show her your message?" The Force still enhancing the persuasion of his request. 
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


Sanguina frowned a little bit.  "She's definitely coming back.  Don't be silly.  Mommy's going to come back any second now.  She's strong!  She wouldn't die easily.  So she's coming back.  You'll see."  Sanguina smiled, forcing herself not to entertain the idea that she could be wrong.  "She's on her way right now, I know it!"


The question confused her and she blinked a few times, trying to process it.  "Grief?  But why is there grief?  Mommy's coming back, right?"  Daddy was talking about grief as if that was the only thing  to feel, as if Mommy really was gone forever...  Her eyes were wide, holding the innocence of a child.  Strange that one so sadistic, so twisted, was, at the same time, so innocent.  Even though she regularly caused death it seemed that she didn't have a true understanding of what it was.or what it meant for the individual in question.  Up to this point all the people she'd watched die were those she wasn't invested in.  They hadn't existed as real people in her mind.  But now Mommy had died and she couldn't seem to grasp it.  "Of course she's coming back."  Her expression was becoming a bit angry.  "I don't know what you want me to say.  Mommy's coming back!"  She stomped her foot.  "We can record a message and I'll let you talk with her, but not if you lie to her!  Mommy's coming back and you know it!"  There were tears welling in her eyes, a trembling pout upon her lips.


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@Darkangel666


Illya frowned.  She couldn't hear desperation in her partner's voice so she slung the rifle over her shoulder and started toward the guy's ship.  Still, she didn't like it at all.  "Chuka, I still don't like this... but I'll trust you."  At least he was saying 'associate' and not 'brother.'  She didn't think she could count anyone as a brother so soon.  Still, she approached.  Finally, she reached it and entered, opting not to remove her helmet as she stood beside Chuka.  "So this is the new associate."
 
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@folclor @TommyGun15


Delrick, even without the Force connection would have been able to see the innocent confusion on her face. He was starting to feel sorry for the girl. She had so much to learn and was clearly not ready for the harsh reality she claimed to be protecting Why'nn from. 


As they stepped into the comsuite, Delrick held up a hand for Fali to wait. "I promise I won't lie to her, but she handles things differently from you. So I just want you to explain what happened to her." He smiled at her warmly, in a very caring fatherly fashion, as he held the chair for her. "Please? Help Why'nn understand?" He wanted to help Sanguina as well, but he needed to know more about her. He did feel for the girl, and confusion and doubt she was hiding behind anger.


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@Darkangel666


Chuka was somewhat relieved that he hadn't gotten an earful as Illya joined them on the Mantis. "I know you don't, but we need more allies and friends then enemies." He was fairly certain he would be in for it when they got back to their ship. He still had his helmet on as well and nodded to Illya then to the Errin. "Yes, this is. This is Errin, who is either very good or extremely lucky."
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


Sanguina didn't entirely understand, still, but nodded.  "Okay.  As long as we aren't lying..."  She sat down as directed.  "So are you going to start or do I?"  Though, this close... she wanted to cut him, make him understand.  Her hand shook slightly.  'Could show him... could show him right now...'  "I need Master here, though.  We'll have to find him."


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@Darkangel666


Illya frowned as she stepped further in, sizing Errin up.  "So far we'll go with lucky," she stated, folding her arms as she came to a stop.  "So, Errin, what're you wanting?  And why are you on a ship full of dead people?  Mercs, sure, but did you kill them or were they already dead?"
 
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@folclor


Delrick shook his head. "I will not lie to her, and this is your message to her, you can start." He pressed a few buttons and motioned towards the holorecorder. Noticing her hands very carefully. "He's dead as well Sanguina, but if you try and cut or stab me or show me love in your way it will not help your master in anyway." He stood just off to the side as behind her and stood silently letting her speak. 
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Sanguina was a bit confused by what he said, even more so when he started the recording and stepped away.  Obviously she knew what it was but it was also clear she had suddenly become a bit shy.  "Um... Hi!"  The girl waved, then pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and glanced around.  What was she supposed to say?  Oh... Right...  "So... um...  Mommy's not dead, just so you know.  She's probably laying up somewhere to collect her strength.  She'll be back.  Just like Daddy came back, Mommy will, too.  Also, I know you think Master's dead.  He isn't, either.  You'll know soon enough.  You feel him, don't you?  He'll never leave us."  That brought a grin and a giggle.  "So don't worry.  Everything will be just fine soon..."
 
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@folclor


HK-50-01 began to reactivate , jolting slightly. Before he was even able to see or even move , he could detect multiple scorch marks decorating his frame. Ho-how did I get burned? After a few more moments , his Photorecptors flickered on. As soon as he could move , he gripped his Sith Tremor sword , ripped it from it's sheath and stood up. His sword he held at the ready ahead of him , prepared to use it to defend his Mistress. 


But Oh-One didn't see his Progeny , or his Mistress - at least not alive. Instead he saw the transport - obviously struck by a sort of plasma missile - buried halfways into the ground and ablaze. In front was Manara , nearly unrecognizable with the sort of damage only a Mandalorian Disintegrator with illegal modifications could've caused. Holding her lifeless form was a distraught Connor , obviously not the murder - Sith Lords would never use such a weapon. 


The vibrosword fell to the ground with a soft splash as a feeling of uncertain dread overtook the class-four assassination droid. Infallibly , when his master died there was an eager replacement. Someone who had killed his master , or someone who had ordered another to kill his master. But that person , that new master , simply wasn't there. He didn't even have any last orders to carry out like he did after the Jedi Civil War - and Connor certainly wasn't as powerful as Atris or Traya were , his masters after the end of the war and the death of Lord Malak.


Sh-she was going to remove my switch , and now.. Now she's dead , and I don't even have a master to continue service to! Why'nn isn't here to help me figure out something to do , Delrick.. I-I failed him by allowing Manara to be killed... The uncertainty showed itself outwardly in a harsh shaking and a trepidatious moan. His Photorecptors flashed a mix of cyan and Violet. What Oh-One needed more than anything was someone to tell him what to do - he would carry out any suggestion Connor may offer him , master or not. 
 
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@HK Fifty


Connor heard the movement and turned to face HK-50-01. From his expression the droid could see he was utterly shattered. "You're alive..." the boy murmured. "HK... HK, before she died... Manara said that... You and me, we're supposed to go find Why'nn." He was in no shape to offer comfort. "They were working on getting your torture switch out. I can try my hand at removing it the rest of the way but... We've got to get off this planet first. Come on... We need to find a shuttle..."
 
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@folclor


Delrick nodded slowly as she spoke. 'You are so young. How did you come to have a voice? How helped create you?' These were questions he was certain he would never have answered with Nah Iblen dead. "Thank you Sanguina. Note May i talk to Why'nn?" He pressed a button to stop the recording. Looking to the young girl. "I promise I will not lie to her. Thank you for helping this far." He smiled to her, knowing she was very unstable, in that her creation was out of an internal necessity rather then an intentional spilt. She was a young innocent child who had grown up to quickly in the dark shadows of a twisted mind. 'Thank you Nah, for breaking my daughter.'
 
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