Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Sanguina smiled up at him and nodded.  "Okay, Daddy!"


Blink.


Why'nn groaned, putting a hand to her head.  She would've collapsed had she not already been sitting.  "Dad?"  The girl blinked, shaking her head, and looked up at him.  "You're really here?  What happened?  I had a terrible dream...  Dreamed Master Nah-Iblen was hurting me... and then everyone came... I was so tired.  Mother died, but that can't be right...  That... strange thief boy was there... I remember hearing HK-50-01, but I... don't remember talking to him.  Dad, where are we?  What's going on?  Where's Mother?"
 
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@folclor


Delrick nodded as Sanguina handed control over to Why'nn. 'So mental persuasion is effective as well.' 


" Yes Why'nn, I'm here. And that was not a dream, but I am really here." He reached out and squeezed her hand, and smiled at her. " We're on my ship, the Tythian Shadow in hyperspace. Now that's the easy part. The rest is a bit more difficult and I do not have all the facts." He took a breath and retold the events as he knew them, leaving out what happened while she was with Nah-Iblen as he didn't know, but he did slide her sleeve up to show the scarring. "Why'nn believe me when I say you are safe with me now. You are the one who defeated Nah-iblen. You are very strong to have done that." He focused on being calm and keeping her from panicking, he wanted her to stay with him. He wouldn't tell her about Manara until he was sure Why'nn was ok for now. 
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Why'nn didn't look at the scars, turning away.  She did hold on, though.  "If that part wasn't a dream... that means the rest of it wasn't a dream...  Which means Mother is dead..."  The girl closed her eyes, trying not to cry.  "She's... really dead.  Out of the whole dream, that was the one thing I didn't think could be true...  But I can't feel her."  She looked down.  "I... I don't know what to make of this anymore."  In the end, she simply rested against him.  "Can... can I just go to sleep and never wake up?"
 
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@folclor


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Errin raised an eyebrow as the newcomer arrived. The armor molded around her body gave away the fact that she was a female. Female mandos are tough as nails he thought to himself in amusement. He remembered all the times he had confronted a mando sister on a job or in between, a small smile appearing on his face. As the two of them talked, a look of amusement replaced the smile. "Nice to meet you too, vod. I only came to this damned planet running away from some assassins that got the drop on me on some backwater planet. Those two... well, I didn't exactly mean to kill them. You can blame gravity for smashing their heads into the bulkhead." he glanced at the corpses and gave them a respectful nod, turning his attention back to the female mando afterward. He pressed a button on the interior of his helmet and the filter made a hissing sound. He placed it back on his head and locked the seal. "So, do I have the pleasure of knowing the name of the person who was aiming at my buy'ce back there? Smart move on your part, I wouldn't have trusted me either. However I feel like I've shown I'm at least somewhat trustworthy." He paused for a moment and seemed to ponder his words. "Either way I'd have to be one dikutla shabuir to make a move against the two of you when you outnumber me so much. I don't look for conflict with... comrades, anyway. So can I get my guns off the ground of this moon? I don't want them to get scratched up." 


After a brief moment of silence on his part, Errin added one last thing: "And maybe we could talk about me working with you two. I haven't had a proper job or bounty for a while, just bantha fodder."



dikutla: idiotic


shabuir: fucker
 
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@folclor @HK Fifty


With the Sith Fleet now leaderless and milling about in Dathomir's orbit, Fifty One could only come to the solution that he needed a sith ship in order to escape the blockade. The Night Sisters were probably starting to grumble about the occupation as well. One Sith hiding in a compound on their planet was an entirely different situation from space occupation. There was a chance they would soon lash out at the Sith Fleet, he didn't want to be on planet or in orbit for that. He also realized that he had no idea where Darth Trakus was, or how to locate him. He imagined that the Sith Lord would return to Korriban eventually, but waiting around wasn't The Hunter Killer's style, unless he was waiting to kill somebody, then it was his style. Now he needed his promised payment, it was a huge sum, killing a Sith Lord wasn't an easy task and he inferred that Trakus never expected him to complete the task. Unfortunately, the only person on planet that had information and could help him without threat of torture, was a pathetic excuse for a Hunter Killer named Oh One.


Flying about aimlessly in a commandeered Sith Supply Transport, Fifty One argued the idea with himself. "Statement: It would appear I need to yet again lend a hand to my robotic brethren, even though he is so pathetic that it pains me to even call him a droid. Even maintenance droids faithfully and effectively serve their purpose."


Another pressing issue was that Fifty One didn't actually know how to fly a space craft, he just set it to auto-pilot until he could figure out how to direct it in an atmospheric situation. He finally fooled with the controls enough to direct the ship back to the site of Manara's murder. He ordered the transport to land ten yards from the crash site, but his inexperience with flight controls took the ship within ten feet of the ship, brushing against the trees and nearly crushing Oh One. The side of the transport opened and a ramp descended to the mucky earth. Metal footsteps sounded from the ship until a gunmetal droid could be seen, brandishing a Mandalorian Disintegrator. He walked up to the wreck and saw his trembling progenitor, he nearly sighed. "Command: I have returned for you, Oh One, and I demand that you take me to Darth Trakus." He noticed the meatbag he spared doubled over the body of Manara, he paid him no mind, but if the meat-thing tried to make a move, his body would soon be vaporized just like his master's.
 
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@folclor @Constantin


HK-50-01 saw the boy's distraught expression and felt a pang of grief himself. For all the torture she had directed towards him , Manara had been the only master or mistress he had served (aside from Atris) who had ever given him true praise for his services. For a moment despair mingled with the uncertainty , drawing a deeper purple into his photoreceptors. 


Fortunately , though Connor may not have been able to offer Comfort in the fashion Oh-One preferred , he was able to give the droid exactly what he needed. The uncertainty lingered , but now he at least had orders. Orders that would lead him to Why'nn , and get his torture switch removed. Connor wasn't his master , but Oh-One would do anything the former Sith Apprentice would ask of him regardless. 


Just as Oh-One was about to state his fealty and readiness , his Gunmeral creation appeared with orders of its own. It took him only a moment - and a glance at the weapon he bared - to realize that HK-51 had been the one to kill his former Mistress. But that certainly didn't make him his master - how could something he created be his master? He didn't know where Darth Trakus was anyway! If anything , he felt a displeasure at being halted from his task by something he didn't have any involvement in. "Refusal : I'm afraid I don't know where your employer is , Six-Pee. I also already have orders to find Why'nn from my former Mistress , and I intend to carry those out. I'm


sure Darth Trakus shouldn't be that hard to find , anyway.."
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Wintermute


Illya glared at Errin, crossing her arms.  "Illya.  And if you don't like having your shebs in my sights you'll stay on my good side." (ass)  Still, his manner did not lend her to trusting him and she kept a hand on her sidearm.  "Tion'ad cuyir gar vod?" (Who are you calling sister?)  "Let's get one thing straight: you're lucky I'm not putting a bullet through your head right now.  Don't try to get friendly, don't think you're entitled to any of our bounty, and don't you dare get comfortable.  The second I see you act against us, I'm blowing your head off."


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@HK Fifty @Constantin


Connor heard the other droid approach and his eyes narrowed.  He got to his feet, hands resting upon his lightsabers.  "I don't know who you are, but you don't command him.  Trakus is likely on Korriban, so get in your ship, punch in the coordinates, and fuck off."  The Sith went to stand slightly in front of the (Why'nn's) assassin droid.  "He's got his mission and I'm not about to let you get in our way."
 
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Before he could reply to the defiant droid, a meatbag approached him with insults. His head turned slowly to lay his gaze upon the meatbag. He looked upon him like a king might look upon a filthy, groveling peasant. "Query: Would you like to know what organic brain matter looks like when it is fused to the inside of the skull? Statement: I suppose you won't actually be able to see it if it's your brain." He returned his attention to Oh One. "Query: Did you notice the scorch marks on your hull, do you think this meatbag dragged you out of the burning cockpit? Declaration: Negative, it was I who saved you. You owe me, the alternative is for me to terminate you now so that you can join your previous master." His yellow photoreceptors burned brighter as his patience wore thin.


@folclor @HK Fifty
 
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@folclor


Delrick slowly shook his head " I'm sorry Why'nn, if you could sleep this away I would let you but I can't." Patting her hand, looking at her. " She is apart of the Force now, and will never truly be gone if we remember her." Delrick watched his daughter carefully, noticing the glaring differences in acceptance between the two girls. "Why'nn there will be people, other Sith looking for you. For us. Whether they mean to end Manara's line or take you for their own I don't know. But they will come.." He didn't know for sure who, or when, but he was certain someone would come. And the odds were they were looking right now. He wanted Why'nn to have time to grieve, but wasn't sure she would get it. 


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@WinterMute


Chuka nodded and listened, his explanation sounded plausible. 'We just had trouble as well, got lucky with this bounty.' He thought to himself.


He remained silent as Illya took charge. It was not a rare sight for her to be mad, but it wasn't out of character either. He saw her hand and shifted his weight just a bit. Surreptitiously taking a step back, a move Errin wouldn't notice as a sign, but Illya would know if she saw it, that he had her back and wouldn't get in the way. 


He had interacted with this clan-less enough to get a feel for him, but he wanted to see how he dealt with the more openly aggressive nature of his adla o'r te oya'karir (equal in the hunt). 
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Why'nn slowly nodded, but kept her eyes down.  "It's... gonna take a while for me to be okay with this," she admitted.  "I don't want Mother to be gone... but I will hold onto her in my memories."  The girl took a deep breath and looked up at him.  "Okay.  So because of who Mother was people will be after me."  She ran a hand through her hair, blinking back tears.  "I get the feeling there's more bad news coming.  Might as well get it all out of the way before we plan, right?"
 
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@folclor


He smiled a little at her insight. 'Very observant of the unseen. Good, your perception may save you.' The former Jedi nodded and stood. " It may take you a long while to be ok with it, but you may never be over it. And that is ok." He had never shared the Jedi commitment to total emotional disconnect. They were apart of you and could only make you better for having and embracing them. "You are correct there is more, but I'll let you decide if it's bad news. I have a massage recorded by someone who has been helping protect you in manner of speaking. Her name is Sanguina." He motioned to the playback button, letting her press it when she was ready. "You may recognize her, she made me promise I wouldn't lie to you. And I haven't, but I could never lie to you. When you're ready play back the message."
 
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@folclor @Constantin


HK-50-01 could've given the boy a joyful embrace. The only thing that stopped him was that his creation was there , and would likely take (lethal) umbridge to the gesture. Still , his eyes flashed a soft Viridian as his thoughts shiftedaway from uncertainty and into joy. H-he's protecting me! He loves me too! And when we find Why'nn we'll all be together! They won't let Delrick hurt me! His resolve to carry out his orders only increased at the idea of being exclusively with people who would show him some form of love. 


As 51 threatened Connor - which Oh-One knew was a precedent to hostility - he bent to lift his Sith Tremor Sword from the ground , holding it in his left hand , trying (and likely failing) to make it look like he was picking it up merely so he didn't lose it. The Hunter-Killer series droid didn't chuckle , but a blue-colored rim to his photoreceptors silently stated a feeling of mocking (the result of feeling protected and happy) was coming to him. "Answer/Recitation/conviction : Oh yes , I know that. But do you really think I needed saving? I'm made out of metal , you know. And I was in hermetic seal from the ion blasts you so kindly utilized against me. It may have been a decade before I was able , but I wouldn't have died from a ship-wreck fire. Oh , as for owing you , I'll pay for that Manaan fishing trip we talked about on Korriban. It'd have to be that because , Once again , I don't know where Darth Trakus is. As Connor here said , I already have a task underway. I'm not letting you stray me from my mission , and I'm certainly not being destroyed by you a second time." After he finished speaking , his sword shifted to his dominant right hand.  No , Oh-One certainly  wasn't going to allow his own creation to threaten him using (what he saw as) a minor favor as his only leverage. 
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


Why'nn looked between him and the button.  "I've... not heard that name."  She frowned, then glanced behind her to Fali.  "By the way, Dad, have you met Fali?  He...  He helped me escape.  Loosened my restraints, gave me my weapons.  I don't think I'd be out if it wasn't for him."  The girl took a deep breath and looked back to the Gray Jedi.  "Can he please stay?  I... I'm comforted by his presence.  He helps me sleep.  He and I went through similar torments and... I feel like I could talk to him about it and maybe work through some of this."  It seemed that being around her father was working to help the girl stay grounded.


At that point, she took the time to start the message.  It wasn't long.  No, it was only a few sentences, but it left Why'nn shaking her head.  "N... Who is that?  What... no.  Absolutely no."  Anger began to rise in her and she threw her hand out, using the Force to demolish the holo device in front of her.  "No.  That's a lie.  It has to be a lie.  Fuck this.  No."  She stood, grabbing her saberstaff.  "No, no, no, no!"  Igniting the blades, she began to hack at the remains of the machine.  "I said NO!"


After several minutes she was panting.  She extinguished her blades and looked to her father.  "Please tell me I have a twin I didn't know about or a little sister or or or something!"  The girl approached, her expression pleading, essentially begging him to tell her she wasn't crazy.


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@HK Fifty @Constantin


Connor drew and ignited his blades.  His mask had been destroyed in the crash, but that was no longer needed.  "You're going to turn around and leave or we're going to carve up that shiny body of yours and paint the ground with your coolant."


Already, the fleet was pulling back, but Connor's ship wouldn't leave without him.  He had a way out and they were going to find Why'nn if it was the last thing he did.  He'd failed her enough already, he wouldn't fail Manara's last command.
 
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@folclor


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Errin smirked as the mandalorian female who went by Illya went at him. I was right, they really are tough as nails. He crossed his arms over his chestplate and shifted his weight to one leg as he listened to her go on. She seemed angry at the fact that he had called her sister, and she didn't seem up to the task of trusting him just yet. Ah... they must have been betrayed by a brother in arms in the past. he realized as the grim realization set in. He had no respect for traitors. "Listen," his tone had suddenly changed, radiating seriousness with a touch of anger and a pinch of empathy. "nobody likes being betrayed, trust me on that. From the way you two act, it seems your trust and honor was screwed with, violated and thrown into a trash compressor by some shabuir. Now lets get this straight: I won't stab you in the back unless you give me a damn good reason to. And second, if I do my part or make the kill, I do expect to get some bounty, ner vod." with that he uncrossed his arms and tapped the panel on his gauntlet, making the jetpack hiss: the missile was disarmed. He hadn't planned on using it unless things got really ugly.


"Now, I'm going to go get my beloved weapons off this rocks surface before they gather moon dust and get ruined, and then I'll follow your lead. I'm guessing you wouldn't want to share a ship, so I'll follow you in this... thing." He said, glancing around the interior of the Mantis. He nodded and if Illya let him, he would exit the ship and go retrieve his weapons. 



shabuir: fucker


ner vod: (in context) my sister (sarcastic)
 
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Fifty One couldn't believe how obstinate Oh One was being. Before he could say anything, behind the two hostiles, the spreading ship fire reached vital fuel lines and ignited them, detonating the fuel reserve and spewing hot metal in every direction. Fifty One briefly shielded his eyes as a chunk of metal deflected off of his forearm. He shot Oh One a glance, 'oh yes Oh One, you would've survived the fire long enough to die in an explosion.' The Gunmetal droid stepped back and shifted his disintegrator's aim to Connor. "Statement: I alone disabled Oh One and killed Darth Manara. Query: Do you really believe a now crippled, outdated assassin droid and Manara's sparkling sidekick can defeat me?" He failed to mention that he had the element of surprise for nearly the entire encounter, but he felt that the results were all that mattered. He nearly laughed as Oh One shakily brandished his Tremor Sword, 'how ironic, the one who wields the Tremor Sword is afflicted with Tremors.'


After calculating some outcomes, he deftly spun his disintegrator downward and shoved it into his holster. "Statement: This unit will assist HK-50-01 in its mission to locate and secure Why'nn, daughter of recently deceased Manara. Threat: If any signs of violence are perceived by either of you toward this unit, it will be forced to defend itself and end your miserable lives." His focus shifted between the meatbag and the droid, he gambled in disarming himself, if they made a move smoke would shoot out of his body and the fight would renew.


@folclor @HK Fifty
 
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@HK Fifty @Constantin


The explosion caught the apprentice off guard and he quickly created a shield with the Force to protect Manara's body and himself (by proxy including HK-50-01 as well) from the debris. As he turned his attention back to the assassin droid, he glared once more. Connor couldn't truly feel its emotions. After all, it had no Force presence and was... a droid. His glare only intensified when it claimed responsibility for killing Manara. However, he'd been on the ship and hadn't seen it. After all, there'd been a crash and he was knocked out momentarily.


"You fought like a coward. If you'd faced my master in all out combat she would've ended you easily. And how dare you insult HK-50-01. He's a better droid than you'll ever be." And there was some of the Jedi mentality his master hated so much. Would it dishonor her if he traveled with the thing that claimed to kill her? Would she have punished him for this? Probably. His anger want dissipating and he didn't extinguish his blades. No, he intended to kill this unit if it was trying to trick them. For now, he'd let 01 take the lead.


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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Wintermute


Ilya's eyes narrowed. "Jor'chaajir  ni vod solus or'atu ca'nara bal Ni'll paint ibic ship ti gar tal." (Call me sister one more time and I'll paint this ship with your blood.) Still, his terms weren't unreasonable and she stepped out of the way. The thread was a serious one. If he used that term again she would jump to fight. He hasn't earned the right. Even though his words were nice he didn't have the actions to back them up yet.
 
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@folclor @Constantin


HK-50-01 planted his feet and took a ready position as Connor very clearly initiated combat protocols - only to stumble forward and nearly drop his sword as the explosion rocked Dathomir's crust. Thankfully , the hastily conjured force barrier prevented him from being impaled or otherwise damaged by the molten slag sailing through empty air. It shook him slightly to realize that he would have indeed perished aboard the ship , but he managed to use the slight fear to strengthen his resolve. Connor stating that he was a better droid made him feel even more eager , his photoreceptors glowing verdantly. They would both be able to tell not having a Master was having a positive effect upon the Assassination Droid. 


Still , not having a master didn't make Oh-One a leader by any definition. He expected his ally to accept or refuse HK-51's offer of assistance , but when no form of acknowledgement came , he realized the boy was expecting HIM to take tha lead. For what was likely an uncomfortably long period , he pondered how exactly he was going to respond to the offer. He had known HK-47 just well enough to recognize that third person speech usually marked submission. And we can bond with each other , too! Now.. How do I make myself seem leaderly? "Affirmation/threat/Co-command :


Yes , you will be accompanying us. Neither of us will do anything to harm you , but if you try to divert or harm us.. Well , you'll make a fine sword. Now , let's be going. I assume ONE of you has some way off planet?" He may have been too authoritarian in his perceived duty of being a leader , but he had modeled it after the Sith Lords he had served  - specifically , Lord Malak and Manara. 
 
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@folclor


Delrick wondered if she could sense him through the secured door. He nodded, assuming she probably could. 'Alright I'll make sure we've landed, gotten him singe nice clothes and secured him a spot with a nice family before kicking him of my ship. For the kindness he's shown you.' Now was not the time to discuss that eventuality. " Yes, I met him. We shall talk about him later." Delrick stood by, glad he could be there for her. Already he could see she was acting mire like herself. He watched her as she watched the playback. 


The former Jedi could feel the anger, confusion, and fear start to build within her. He saw where this was going, he could have stopped her, but felt it would be better to let it play out. 


His countenance grew very stern and disapproving. His arms crossed over his chest. He was angry she had destroyed part of the highly encrypted and incredibly secure com-unit. When she was done, and had extinguished her lightsaber he held out his hand and extremely calmly asked. " Are you done throwing a tantrum? Please give me your lightsaber." The look on his face left no room discussion or argument. Why'nn, if she searched all of her memories of him would not find one that showed anything near this level of anger or disappointment. Once she handed over her weapon he shook his head. " You are an only child. There are none others like you. There are no clones. And," He looked her straight in the eye, opening himself so she would be able to search his feelings and know he was speaking the truth. " You are not crazy."


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@Wintermute


Chuka looked between the pair of them. Fairly certain this could turn ugly quick. He shifted his feet to just wider then his shoulders and put most of weight on the balls of his feet. His rifle still hung Syu his side in his right hand, his left hand relaxed into a half fist. Ready to strike or block as needed.


He watched Illya step aside, seeming to concede Errin had a point and was at least willing to let him give her chance to smash his face in. Which, was more then she'd given others in the past. He let out a mental sigh, but as Errin took a step past him he caught his arm. Stopping him only for a moment. "Kaysh sirbur haat bal Ni ganar kaysh norac." (She's serious, and I have her back.) 


 Hoods tone was calm, his grip was like beskar and be only held Errin long enough to say that. Chuka stepped side to let the newcomer collect his weapons. 
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


He had never, never been that upset with her.  She trembled as she handed over her saberstaff.  Already today she'd lost her mother, would she lose his love as well?  Did she ever have it?  That was something she had yet to earn, wasn't it?  As he looked her in the eye she stared back, hers wide and brimming with tears.  After she searched his feelings she turned her gaze downward.  Why'nn wasn't sure what to do at this point.  It was painful to be so near, knowing she'd caused such anger and disappointment.  She'd never had her weapon taken from her but she hadn't fought as she was too scared he'd leave her.  "So... that girl lives in my head?" she asked.  Then, quieter, "That thing shares my mind...?"  For those who preferred it, this grief was all the sweeter.  Tinged with melancholy, loss, and confusion, it swelled within the girl and overwhelmed her anger.


Unsure of the proper way to excuse herself from her father's presence, she stood and began to walk away.  The way she glanced at Fali would tell him she needed his help and that he should follow (if she were able to leave, of course).
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


@folclor


A wide grin appeared on Errin's face, and for a second Chuka would be able to see through the black tint of his T-visor. "Oh, Ni kar'taylir, vod." [Oh, I know, brother.] Once Chuka released his grip he stepped past him, tapping a few controls on his gauntlets control panel. The mando pair didn't intimidate him. He had killed much scarier beings, for that matter. But in this case, he had no intention of killing them. Ryoh, his adoptive father and mentor, had taught him that the first and foremost important quality of a good mandalorian hunter was honor. Without ijaat, one was weak and malleable. 


Exiting the ship, Errin's limbs welcomed the low gravity and he traversed the distance from his ship to the mound where his weapons were in a few steps. "Osik, I've gotten myself deep in shit this time." he said as he picked up his weapons and placed them in their correspondent locations on his armor. Finally, he slid the Verpine Shatter Gun into the holster on his thigh and made his way back to the Mantis picket ship. 


Once he reached the cockpit, if Chuka and Illya were still there, he would glance at them both, clap his hands together and with a totally different and merry tone, say: "Alright, associates, shall we get this show on the road?"
 
High Orbit of Korriban


In an explosion from hyperspace, a single Harrower class vessel enters orbit above the world of Korriban. The desert sands below gleamed in the sun of the system, and from his vantage point on the bridge, Darth Trakus slowly drummed his fingers along his upper arm, watching as the world grew closer. The dark form usually at his side was gone, as Ryols had already departed on his assignment to deal with the girl and her father, leaving Trakus to consolidate his new found resources on Korriban.


"Too bad you had to die, Manara, I would have preferred to work with you..." Turning, he walked down the center of the bridge, his cloak trailing behind him slightly as he moved towards the doors. "Prepare a shuttle, and clear a flight plan with the ground control. I am heading to the academy."
 
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@folclor


Delrick could feel the shame and disappointment in herself, as well as some worry. "  Young lady, we're not done yet." He said before she was able to activate the panel to open the sealed door. The look on his face was still stern, he was still angry, but she would feel his love for her. He motioned to the seat she had just vacated. " You share your mind with, what I can only surmise is a granger of your mind. A shadow if who you are." He looked kindly at her, wanting her to understand. "She came to the fore when were being tortured by Nah-Iblen."  Delrick clipped her saber-staff to his belt, resting his hand on it. 


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@Wintermute


Chuka shook his head at the comment, looking to Illya and waited for the clan-less to return. "I may be more accepting of you, but she is right. You haven't proven yourself and earned the right to call us family."  Nodding to Illya he turned to the exit. "We'll send you the coordinates, follow us."  As they exited he spoke to Illya over their secure comlink. "Ner adla o'r te oya'karir, (My equal in the hunt) I'm surprised you didn't hit him." He chuckled as they entered their own ship.
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Why'nn froze at his words, but didn't turn to look at him just yet.  Something within her began to feel as though she was a small girl again and she didn't like it.  She hugged herself and fell to her knees, shaking.  "I don't want it."  Still, she didn't face him, fairly certain the love she felt coming off of him was a trick.  She hadn't earned it yet, so she wasn't allowed to have it.  "That... that thing shouldn't be in my head!  It should... it shouldn't be there...  It wants what he wanted, it thinks similarly to him.  I need it to go away!  It enjoys hurting people, it enjoys eating people!  I don't want it."


The girl stood and continued toward the door, despair beginning to grow in her.  She couldn't take this.  This was too much and she sincerely considered throwing herself out the airlock.  Maybe she would.  That would end her suffering.  It would make that thing in her mind go away.


Blink.


Crimson eyes met Delrick's blue as Sanguina turned around, frowning at the former Jedi.  "That wasn't very nice, Daddy."  She crossed her arms.  "You need to learn how to talk to her.  I'm taking over because otherwise she'll kill us right now.  And why did you take our saberstaff?  She was only doing what she knew."  Sanguina walked back over to him, poking his chest with her slender finger.  "Daddy, you need to learn to be more of a daddy."


Dathomir Moon


@Wintermute


Illya wasn't happy with the outcome, but she walked with Chuka, glancing over her shoulder a few times to make sure the new contact didn't decide to attack.  "You handled the negotiations and I didn't think it was right to ruin what you started."  She sighed, flexing her hands.  "I did, and still do, want to punch him, though.  Calling me a sister... how dare he."  She shook her head as they got back to their own ship.  "I might when we land next.  Just to put him in his place."
 
HK Fifty said:
Dathomir 


@folclor @Constantin


HK-50-01 planted his feet and took a ready position as Connor very clearly initiated combat protocols - only to stumble forward and nearly drop his sword as the explosion rocked Dathomir's crust. Thankfully , the hastily conjured force barrier prevented him from being impaled or otherwise damaged by the molten slag sailing through empty air. It shook him slightly to realize that he would have indeed perished aboard the ship , but he managed to use the slight fear to strengthen his resolve. Connor stating that he was a better droid made him feel even more eager , his photoreceptors glowing verdantly. They would both be able to tell not having a Master was having a positive effect upon the Assassination Droid. 


Still , not having a master didn't make Oh-One a leader by any definition. He expected his ally to accept or refuse HK-51's offer of assistance , but when no form of acknowledgement came , he realized the boy was expecting HIM to take tha lead. For what was likely an uncomfortably long period , he pondered how exactly he was going to respond to the offer. He had known HK-47 just well enough to recognize that third person speech usually marked submission. And we can bond with each other , too! Now.. How do I make myself seem leaderly? "Affirmation/threat/Co-command :


Yes , you will be accompanying us. Neither of us will do anything to harm you , but if you try to divert or harm us.. Well , you'll make a fine sword. Now , let's be going. I assume ONE of you has some way off planet?" He may have been too authoritarian in his perceived duty of being a leader , but he had modeled it after the Sith Lords he had served  - specifically , Lord Malak and Manara. 
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Dathomir


Fifty One would have snorted at Oh One's useless threat. "Statement: There is a sith transport ship directly behind me. Mockery: Tell me, did I irreparably damage your optics?" He would keep a careful eye on the meatbag, he was emotional, and emotional meatbags made choices that significantly shortened their lifespans. There was much uncertainty in his future now, he would need time to think about it, the space flight would prove a nice opportunity to do so, but he would never deactivate to recharge and repair, not in their presence. Self-preservation was the priority and he trusted no one, especially not the meatbag apprentice of the Sith Lord he just assassinated. He was also curious about Darth Trakus, would he pay Fifty One for his services, or try to kill him now that his purpose was served? He would never mind another Sith Lord's body lying at his feet. For now he would tag along with these two, let them lead the way, he always worked well behind others.
 
DATHOMIR MOON


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


@folclor


He chuckled inwardly at Chukas remark, but he nodded to keep tension at minimum. He was getting into his joker paper very well, and he was even sure that Illya wanted to break his jaw. As they left the ship and the boarding ramp closed, he placed his hands on his hips and walked back to the cockpit. "Is sarcasm not a thing? I might need to put up a shabla sign next time, damn." he said to himself. But looking back at what had just happened made him laugh out loud. This was not the way he acted around strangers at all. He had never been a joker, but he did know how to play a damn good role. "I understand their fears of treason, but it wouldn't hurt for them to loosen up a little. At least I wasn't ice cold. If I had been, my head would now be in Coruscant." he laughed at his dumb luck and sat in the pilots chair.


He was beginning to get a hang of the Mantis, it wasn't such a bad ship to pilot. "In fact, I'm starting to like this hunk of junk." he said, thumbing the controls with a childish grin. He powered the main reactors and the whole ship began to hum with the sound of the thruster engines. "This is D-5 Mantis, Errin speaking. Ready when you are, mando'ade." He sat back and prepared to receive the coordinates. 



shabla: fucking


mando'ade: sons/daughters of Mandalore. 
 
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