Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty @folclor


Reading through the intelligence files on Korriban, and again on the flight here she'd reviewed the contact report from Dathomir thoroughly and so she didn't appear overly surprised at the presence of an Imperial Agent here in the heart of Republic-controlled Alderaan. Besides, she did have an invitation. Sort of. "You can call me Makri. Or Makri Ona, if you want to be precise." He seemed like the type, although maybe he'd still surprise her. "Not Mistress, you only get to call me that if you're mine." And he's not. At least, not yet.


The hatch being open she took for the invitation it was and skipped up it to take his hand after his gesture, shaking it enthusiastically then releasing it and staggering to one side. For a moment there she had the strangest feeling, like an echo of that one she'd had before - as though there were whole beacons of the Force hiding from her sight - but it cleared as she found her balance and she could focus on the two of them again; the one flickering and fearful, her light shining through the shroud she hid beneath. The other still and quiet but still with the flickering pulse that assured Makri he yet lived, though doubtless still out cold. That strange impression... maybe a premonition? She still got those, though not as often as in her youth.


"You've done excellent work, Imperial Agent Mikel Nurn." She winced, then tried again. "Mikel - can I call you Mikel? You successfully secured the person of Why'nn following the destruction of her captor's sanctuary and by the looks of her continue to keep her in some comfort. You've also managed to apprehend a rogue ex-apprentice of Darth Manara's - you're just covering yourself in glory today, aren't you?" She offered him a high-five, and began to pace whether he met her palm or not. "Our question is... why? Imperial Intelligence shows your past dealings with Darth Manara and our initial thought was that you were part of her network - but she has no stronghold here on Alderaan that we're aware of, and def'nitely not here in the middle of the spaceport. Maybe you're waiting for someone?" She spun and leaned back against the bulkhead opposite, the window by her left elbow. "Why are you here, Mikel?"


She gave him a cool stare and arched one eyebrow in a gesture she'd found weirdly effective in the past - possibly slightly marred by the smear of blood on her chin. 
 
Alderaan


@folclor , @Grim Wraithe Stjerna , @Greenbriar


HK-50-01 did indeed feel hurt and upset that she was crying , but he he couldn't allow himself to grow afraid. No , he had to protect Why'nn at all costs. If he had the choice between his own safety and hers , he'd subject himself to a infinite number of tortures if it meant the one person who had ever truly loved him was absolutely safe. Of course , he still thought of how harshly he had failed her , but there would be another time to deal with that. Right now wasn't the time for him to be a shambling mess , as his former Mistress would have called it. 


Oh-One gripped the sobbing girl tighter and rocked back on his heels , trying to soothe her more. "Comfort : It's okay Why'nn , I understand , I understand.. You shouldn't be sorry , there was nothing you could do about any of it. All that matters is that you're here now , and you're with me.. It's okay , it's okay.. No-one's going to hurt you , I'll always protect you , always love you.. I'll never leave you again Why'nn , not ever again , not until the Galaxy itself dies.." Hearing the woman speak of their prescence caused him to tense , very breifly failing to continue humming as he moaned slightly , his wrist-blaster shooting out - whether it was mandated or an unconscious defense was unclear. This Makri Ona reminded him eerily of some of the worst Sith he had known , and it did frighten him. But he couldn't - wouldn't - allow himself to show it. Not now , anyway. The Assassin droid prepared himself to battle to the death - death , for that is what it would require to cause him to fail protecting Why'nn a second time. 


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Alderaan Orbit


@shadowstrikr25


HK-50-09 rolled his entire head , once again disgusted with the lack of a plan - even if he himself was quite guilty of the same exact crime. He nearly didn't respond until Zerek had the lunacy to suggest he did any of the work for the infamous Cui mission. 'Fine , he's right about the building. I did indeed knock out the supports while I fought that blasted Jedi.. Whatever the Raxus they were. Not that I'll let him have the satisfaction of knowing that , though.' 


"Defensive Statement : YOU were the one who shot the controls to the trap door to that blasted pit. Otherwise we wouldn't have had to deal with the damn thing. Oh , yes , the Courtesan was unequivocally your fault. Only you would ever think to try to acquire a mate while running from elite republic commandos , through a blasted swoop track. Before you say it , no , it was your idea to go through the swoop track. It was only because I thought to shoot the lead racer and cause a mass-wreck that you didn't get turned into a paste on one of their windshields. Also , as for the-" Whatever it was Oh-Nine was about to say was cut off by the incessant chirping of the comm unit. The blaster immediately came to a stop , aimed at the comm unit. 'I swear if he doesn't answer that , or by-Raxus , forces me to deal with it , I WILL turn that communications unit into smoking wreckage..'
 
Alderaan


@Greenbriar @folclor @HK Fifty 


Delrick smirked and nodded to her. " Makri it is, you didn't strike me as the mistress type. I try to avoid formalities like that when in the field." He took her hand, grasping it firmly as she came aboard. Though he titled his head curiously as she seemed to stagger a bit. Like she'd been hit by speeder, but recover rather quickly. 'What did you just feel? Are you stronger then I sensed? Doubtful, not even your lords were able to find me, as I stood before and beside them.' He released her hand and secured the airlock. 'You are one that needs watching.' 


Mikel chuckled lightly and nodded. " Thank you for the praise Makri, and yes. Mikel is fine. Like I said I find formalities very cumbersome. " He met her high five gesture, an odd one not normal among Sith, but one he had seen coming into use in certain systems. " I'm only doing my job, nothing untoward about that, and all for the Empire." As she paced like a caged Nexus he moved past her to the entertainment consol, stepping behind it and produced to glasses, holding an empty one towards her. As if offering a drink, then motioned to one of the empty seats in front of the bar-like consol. " I'm impressed. Maybe you should come work for us instead of your master. You either have a good network or I'm getting sloppy." Smiling as he poured the golden brown liquid, and slid one glass towards Makri. "Corillean brandy." Raising hoods glass he took a small drink and watched her. 'Is that how you intimidate those you seek information from? You have much to learn.' Mikel leaned his elbows on the top of the bar. " Cultivation." He would let that statement hang, to see what course the Sith would take. 


He was glad 01 was there for Why'nn, he could feel her fear and worry. 'It'll be ok little one. This is nothing to be afraid of.'
 
Alderaan


@HK Fifty @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Greenbriar


Why'nn took several deep breaths. "I know you need me to be strong right now. I know you're scared. I feel like my strength has left me." Finally, she pulled back a bit from the hug and began to roll her sleeves up, showing him the scars. "The monster who held me covered my body in these. He... He molested me and he tormented me. HK-50-01, I'm not okay. His torture caused my mind to break. There's a second personality living inside me now and I don't know how it will react to you." 


Her manner was serious, a bit grim as she closed her eyes to try and stop the tears. They wouldn't help. Somehow, she seemed a bit smaller, more frail than the last time he saw her. Maybe it was the physical representation of her fear. She wanted to wake up from this nightmare, but somehow knew it wasn't a dream. Maybe she could sleep and go somewhere better...
 
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ALDERAAN


@HK Fifty


Zerek groaned as the com unit began beeping, but still thankful that it stopped 09 from going on another long-winded tirade. "I got it." Zerek quickly answered, only to get assaulted by questions from some grunt controlling ship traffic. Zerek, being sick of dealing with bullshit, had a better idea. "Look, I know you're just doing your job, but you want to let me on the planet." The grunt took a moment to respond, parroting the part of the sentence that mattered. "Attaboy. Seen any ships that are silver, daggerlike, came from Dathomir?" Zerek smirked as he got the information he wanted and flew his ship down to the planet. "At times like this, I really like having the Force." He quickly hid his Force presence as the ship broke atmosphere. 
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @folclor @HK Fifty


Makri took the golden glass with a sunny smile, oblivious to the inner monologue that plagued the apparent Imperial Agent. She'd felt another flash of the weird sensation when her hand struck the agent's, and made a mental note not to do that any more. He must have a larger role in her future than she'd even guessed... which probably meant she wouldn't get to kill him today. "All for the Empire, of course." She dimpled at him, and raised the glass to her lips. 'Cultivation'? What was that supposed to mean? Was he growing something here, or training or recruiting? What was with intelligence agents and their cryptic answers? It was like they were constantly trying to prove that they were smarter than the one they were speaking with - a dangerous game of one-up-manship, but then no one ever said intelligence was boring. Analytical thought and clever interrogations have never been Makri's strong suit though, and she set the glass down on the bar with an irritated click. "How disappointing. No matter; whether you are a secret member of Darth Manara's network ceased to matter shortly after she did, when she was liberally scattered over the Dathomiri battlefield as a fine haze of particulate matter." 


Her intelligence wasn't entirely clear on whether that had happened before or after the trio had left, or whether they were aware of the Sith Master's demise. Makri reached out with her senses for any tell-tale emotional reaction, then made a face. "Such a waste. But I am sent by another member of the Dark Council - a living one - and he wishes the girl and her friend Connor to be brought before him on Korriban." She gave a catlike smile - all bared teeth and predatory humour - and rested her hand lightly on one hip close by the hilt of her lightsaber. "At once. I'm sure you will be only too pleased to comply, Mikel - after all, it is all for the Empire." It would take a rare Imperial Agent to deny the will of a senior Sith directly, yet the potential for violence in the ship interior was still enough to set her skin to prickling in an invisible wind.
 
Alderaan


@HK Fifty @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Greenbriar


As Why'nn heard the exchange her fear became shock and the callous disregard with which the Sith spoke of her mother's demise opened the wound anew. She closed her eyes, not understanding whether this meant that Makri Ona killed her mother, witnessed it, or heard about it. Whichever it was, it angered her that this woman dared to order her presence on Korriban.


Anger won out over wisdom and, saberstaff in hand, the girl walked out of the room that held the comfort of the only person who never willingly left her. There was a glare on her face as she entered the lounge area and it fixed on the Sith. However, for all her anger she wasn't channeling the Dark Side.


"You can tell this Dark Council member that you've seen the daughter and she'll arrive when she feels like it, no earlier," Why'nn stated. "If you have an issue with that feel free to jump off a cliff, die in a fire, or feed yourself to a gundark or rancor."
 
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Alderaan


@folclor @Greenbriar @HK Fifty


Mikel chuckled and sipped his drink, or appeared to anyways. "I am waiting to meet a new intermediary. And it was no secret, that I am aware of, that I worked with Darth Manara. " He placed an emphasis on the title, indicating respect for the title, that Makri did not. Delrick had indeed felt the death of his love, but he had had time to compartmentalize the emotions, do deal with a later time. So when he heard the news of her death he did give a small sign. Just his eyes closing briefly, and a small tilt of his head. " It is a waste, she had been doing a most efficient job at the academy on Korriban."


He smiled at her and was about to respond to the last order when his daughter angrily made an appearance. 'Oh daughter timing, we will need to work on timing and your temper.' " Ah, mistress Why'nn. I was just about to inform our guest that we would be returning to Korriban once our business here was concluded. " His look Why'nn was one that hinted she should play along, if she noticed in her anger. Looking back to Makri, Mikel held his hands up as if helpless. " As you can see I am already engaged in matters concerning the dark council. And who am I to disobey the heir to Darth Manara's seat?"
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty @Greenbriar


Why'nn snapped her weapon onto her belt and crossed her arms, the glare not dissipating.  "You'll leave at once, Makri Ona."  There was no need for an attempt at persuasion.  Not yet, at least.  If the Sith pushed she'd push back.  This wasn't the time to back down.  "My business here is not your concern."  Now she was slipping back into the role she'd played for so many years.  Her heart was never in these power plays.  Actually, she would've preferred not to deal with them at all.  But she had learned quite a lot from watching her mother and the other Darths.  In fact, she knew many of the Dark Council members personally and had earned their favor.


In the early days of her training one of the Dark Council members wanted to take her as an apprentice, citing the potential he felt she had.  Mother thought it a travesty to let her only child apprentice under another.  It wasn't as if Manara ever apprenticed Why'nn herself, of course, but the idea of another teaching the girl seemed to be abhorrent to the Pureblood Sith.  So the half-breed stood now, defiant in the face of obvious danger.  Her expression mimicked one her mother used often and the only comfort Why'nn had in that moment was her father standing so near.  She knew he wouldn't let her down again.
 
Alderaan


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty


Makri Ona let out peals of laughter that lit her yellow eyes, and gave the girl and her agent a cheerful grin. "Darth Manara must have been a more generous and gentler mistress by far than my Master, that you suggest such a thing. I choose not to go back to him with that message, little one." She gave the others a look of avid interest, licked her palm and wiped her chin.  "Perhaps you can hold your mother's seat and perhaps you can't. The Empire is littered with the bones of those who've tried to hold a seat they were not suited for." She looked from Mikel to Why'nn and nodded toward the hatch beyond. "I assume the droid and Prince Sleepy are back there? I am not returning to my Master empty-handed, but I can buy you time to finish your business here if I take him back instead."


"Or I can stay here and help you resolve matters until you're ready to return with me." The human woman beamed at them, her lips twitching on the point of laughter. "Or I guess we can just have it out here, though I wouldn't recommend it." Her eyes slid to Mikel's; of all the people in the room, he seemed the most collected and controlled. She had Why'nn's measure, so any surprises would come from him.
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Greenbriar @HK Fifty


"I see...  Which Dark Council member sent you?  I can contact most of them on my own to see what they'd like."  She took a deep breath.  "Otherwise we can find you a nice cliff or flame thrower as rancor are sparse on Alderaan."  Why'nn took a step forward, squaring her shoulders, standing as tall as her 5'3" frame could manage, dropping her hands to her sides.  "Because if you fear your master that much I'd assume you'd rather die than return without your prize."  Her manner seemed a bit more restrained now.  Her anger was held back, though something flickered in her Force presence.  "But, no.  You can't have my mother's former apprentice.  You can't have my droid, and you certainly can't have me."


It felt like years since she'd been in this situation and a little bit of the Pureblood Sith in her relished the opportunity to speak as she did.  The idea of this Sith lord joining them was abhorrent and she felt this ship was becoming crowded.  She didn't even want Connor there, but having him here instead of on Korriban in the hands of someone she was unsure of was a more palatable approach.
 
Alderaan


@folclor @Greenbriar @HK Fifty


The man behind the bar let out a long sigh. "Ladies! Please, can we not fight in here? I'm sure we can come to an arrangement that benefits everyone." Delrick did not want to fight if he could avoid it, avoiding a fight meant not revealing himself to the Sith and not destroying his cover as an Imperial Agent. He looked between the two of them. He could tell by the way Makri carried herself and her level of confidence, she could not doubt hold her own in a fight. And he had trained his daughter and knew she would fight with everything she had, but he did not want it to come to that. 


"Darth Why'nn that is an excellent idea. Lets contact the council and clarify this right now, as I am the official representative of the Empire here I willing offer the use of the comunit in this lounge. It has a direct secure line to Dromund Kaas. I'm sure Imperial Intelligence will not have a problem patching the call through." He looked between the two, regretting not strapping the blaster onto his side before letting the Sith onto the ship. He held up both hands in a placating measure, letting them rest openly for all to see. As he spoke they moved gently and slightly, emphasizing his words. "I just need the name of your lord Makri to make the appropriate arrangements." He took a slow and careful step to the side towards the comunit. 
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @folclor @HK Fifty@ArisenMoon


There was a moment of frozen stillness as the two stared Makri down, Mikel moving particularly carefully. His hands waved gently, soothingly as though trying to avoid provoking a confrontation. She watched him sidle toward the comunit, the calculation evident on her face and at last she spoke; carefully, precisely, her white teeth cutting off each word. "Very well. My Master, Darth Trakus, did allow a contingency in the event I could not persuade you to meet with him myself." With his name, she gives all the respect missing when she named the deceased Manara. "By all means call and speak with him, Darth Why'nn - Lord to Lord." She clapped her hands together with breathless excitement, then let them fall to her waist as she leaned back on the bulkhead wall. Watching as the two discuss their options - or not - and at last made the connection. [Referencing ArisenMoon here in case the connection is made to him, vs anonymous Imperial Intelligence]


She watched as he dialed in the connection and a humanoid shape bloomed from the holo-console. At that instant she drove off from the wall behind her with a powerful force push, snatching up a hilt from her waist and snap-hissing its crimson blade to life while she flew through the air. Makri has never been especially shy of an audience, and if they really did connect to Trakus, her master would see her doing his will. She didn't mind that at all, and gave Why'nn a smile of fierce delight as she came at her, moving with unnatural speed as she landed, rolled, and aimed to come up behind her with her saber to her quarry's throat. 
 
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Alderaan


@folclor @Greenbriar @HK Fifty ( @ArisenMoon I don't think you're gonna get to answer the call)


Mikel moved to the comunit, without turning his back to the Sith lounging against the wall, he deftly tapped in his access code and sent the encrypted signal request to Drumond Kaas. 'Darth Trakus, so you're trying to consolidate power.' He nodded as Makri spoke. "With your permission my Lord?" He heard the unit chirp as the connection was received and established. He turned to face the unit and address the agent on the other end of the line. "This is Imperial Agent Mikel Nurn requesting a secure transmission to Dark Council Member Darth Trakus." Before the agent on the other side could respond the action started. 


He felt her use of the Force and out of the corner of his eye, he waited until Why'n made a move before rolling out of the way and drawing a concealed blaster from a hidden compartment in the side of the comunit. He was moving at speeds that were fast for a non-Force user, but not unusually fast. He had the blaster leveled at the Sith's head. "Makri, this is not called for." Any friendliness in his voice was gone and replaced by cold calculating monotone. 
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Greenbriar @HK Fifty


Why'nn frowned.  "I don't recognize that as the name of a Dark Council member.  I know Darth Marr, Darth Azamin, and Darth Decimus personally and am familiar with Darth Vowrawn, Darth Vengean, and Darth Mekhis.  You'll notice a stark lack of your master's name and I doubt they've appointed a new one in the span of... what... less than a day since my mother's death?  As I sense neither you nor your master killed her he can't have won that seat.  Therefore, he has either taken another or he isn't one of the council yet.  Mikel, contact Darth Marr.  He can clear this whole thing u-"


Her words were cut off by Makri's attack and she rolled backward, snatching her saberstaff from her belt and igniting both ends.  She glared at the Sith Lord, ready to spring into battle, her stance reflecting the Juyo form she used.  Her glance flicked up at the agent on the call.  "Ignore that order, agent."  She held as her father had the Sith at gun point.  After all, she'd already destroyed some valuable pieces of equipment on her father's ship today.  Almost as an afterthought, she drew her knives out with the Force and placed them about her in a way that suggested she would send them out as projectiles.
 
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Standing with his arms crossed, Darth Trakus watched the scent unfold in silence, before finally speaking.


"You will lower your weapon,  agent, or I will see to it your death will be long, procrastinated, and, in my case, extremely fun." The last words became slightly stressed as he spoke, and his fingers tightneed slightly.


Turning his head to whynn, he let slight humor enter his voice. "My condolences to the loss of your mother..."turning his head slightly, sensing a change from the agent at the words..."and your lover. Perhaps, I can send you her remains, to help sooth your suffering? I can have the dust gathered in a jar, self proclaimed Darth Whynn. And to your earlier statement, I am a member of the Council, as of now. The final tasks in my way have been dealt with. Guard your tone."


Turning once more, he nodded his head to his former apprentice. "You did well finding them this quickly. I commend you."


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Alderaan


@folclor @Greenbriar @ArisenMoon @HK Fifty


When Darth Trakus' voice spoke in place of the Agent he had been expecting to hear, and the long line of red tape the Bureaucrats seemed to enjoy. He had been expecting the wait to be much longer, but it did now appear that Trakus was trying to snatch up as much power and resources as quickly as possible. He quickly glanced at the holo image. "My Lord, what are you doing at Imperial Intelligence?" He did not lower the weapon, having heard Why'nn give a countermand, he muttered under his breath. "And this is way I don't deal with internal politics." Hearing the holo Darth make a comment about Manara, he shook his head. "My apologize my Lord,. I can't put this down, while my charge is being threatened and I was a part of Darth Manara's network, but I would hardly say we were lovers." He winked at the holo Darth. "Your intelligence is need of improvement. Maybe I should be helping you update it?" He kept the blaster pointed to the Sith's head, nodding at Why'nn's choice of offensive stance and knives. 'You've been studying and training with my discs, good.'
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Greenbriar @ArisenMoon @HK Fifty


"Oh, you are quite stupid," Why'nn stated.  "Self-proclaimed darth?  I haven't proclaimed myself as anything but the heir to my mother's networks and powerbase.  If anyone's calling me 'darth' it's because my power is perceived at that level."  She didn't ease up or get out of her stance.  As she was one of the most accomplished duelists at the academy and had a certain amount of real-world experience, it would be dangerous to face her alone.  "And I take umbrage with the fact that you just tried to command a man under my command on a ship you have no jurisdiction over.  I don't really believe that you're on the Council and sending your attack dog to attempt to sink her teeth into me was a poor choice on your end."
 
Alderaan


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty @ArisenMoon


Makri was a little surprised in the end that Mikel had connected to Darth Trakus directly; she'd expected less from the man who'd promptly moved to shoot her. Dipping her hand to her belt she ignited a green shoto lightsaber and dropped into a modified Juyo stance of her own - honed from her own training and experience - meeting the younger Sith's glare with a playful smirk. "Doubt away, little one. But it sounds as though your intelligence is in dire need of improvement or at least out of date. Perhaps an upgrade is in order; I have a few specialists I could recommend, if you like?" Makri began a slow, predatory circle, matching the other Sith's movements as she built her power behind a deepening grin. "'Have no jurisdiction over,'" she echoed mockingly. "Listen to yourself! We are Sith, not the pettifogging legalists of the planetary security forces." She leapt forward, countered Why'nn's response, riposted with a shower of sparks and fell back to her circling. "It didn't have to come to this, you know. I made every effort to reach a compromise, but 'go away and leave us alone' isn't an option on our table I'm afraid." Despite her words, there was no fear in her voice and she gave a wild laugh. She lived for moments like this.
 
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Alderaan


As the past few minutes went by without much excitement, HK-51 was starting to assume the worst, that nothing of interest was happening inside, and perhaps he was wrong about who exactly was inside of the ship. This worry was quelled when his enhanced auditory processors detected the faint humming of lightsabers being ignited inside the ship. Still nothing through the windows, but some sort of threat or combat was being made just past the hangar bay door. He desperately wanted to take part in whatever was going on through that door. There was the potential that HK-50-01 was in danger, but that didn't bother him nearly as much as the idea that there was bloodshed he could be causing, and he was missing out.


'Still too many variables, if I explode into the scene I may become the public enemy, not a good strategy. Patience, Fifty One, you have no definite target, you have no useful information whatsoever, really. The time for action draws near, but it isn't now.'


All of the excitement and focus being exerted on the commotion in the ship distracted him from what was happening directly beneath him. The owner of the merchant class ship he was using for a crow's nest had returned to his vessel and just turned on the engine. Fifty One's photo-receptors intensified as he was totally caught of guard. In seconds the ship began to rise and he scrambled to his knees, rolling off of the bridge and landing on the tarmac with a very loud 'THUNK'! He purposefully fell back-first in order to protect his sacred rifle. Though the sound drew some eyes, he was completely invisible lying on the ground, so passersby disregarded it and continued about their business. Now quite irritated, Fifty One rose to his feet and stared at the entrance hatch to Delrick's ship.


'Just one high explosive charge, one thermal place charge, and I'm in, miserable meatbags and their secrecy.. perhaps they know I'm out here and simply fear my wrath, so they cower away inside of that tin can, squabbling among themselves.'


The disgruntled droid crept across the parking lane to Delrick's ship, hovering just outside the entrance in order to get a cleared picture of what was happening inside.
 
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Zerek and 09, having landed and armed themselves, after Zerek and 09 had some choice words over what his surprises were. Or his plan. Or anything related to the job at hand. "Statement: The Force that you so enjoy using is merely a crutch. Really, Zerek, if you're going to get any better, you need to learn how to do without it." Zerek rolled his eyes, flipped 09 the bird, made sure the boarding ramp was up and his security system active, and walked over towards Delrick's ship, finding the boarding ramp open. He felt a twinge of nervousness as he approached the door, mumbling. He began hacking the door, taking a few minutes, having dealt with similar doors in the past.


As the door slid open, Zerek motioned for 09 to follow silently. He moved through the ship as quietly as possible, following the sounds of monologues and lightsabers. He set his blaster shotgun to stun as he neared the conflict. He knew Delrick and Why'nn, but not the psycho or the guy watching via hologram. He crept silently leveling his shotgun at Makri's back and firing, sending out a 45 degree spread of stun rings to incapacitate the Sith. His expression had a direct translation into words, he was way too sober for this shit, and he left all the booze on his ship. 
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Greenbriar @HK Fifty @ArisenMoon @shadowstrikr25


The Lord responded instead of the Darth and the circling began.  Why'nn knew this was going to be a difficult fight.  She might have her father on her side but he couldn't reveal himself at this juncture.  She wasn't sure how to respond and, for once, thought Sanguina would be better suited for this situation.  Of course, she caught the lightning with the blade of her saberstaff but she wasn't about to let herself get cornered or circled like this.  Feeling more and more like this would end in battle, Why'nn poised one of her knives to fly at Makri.


"I didn't want it to come to a fight," she growled.  "Blood's so hard to get out of upholstery.  I told you, I'm headed back to Korriban when my business is concluded.  You didn't believe me, I really don't have time for you right now.  I'll give you one last chance: L-"  A shot came from behind Makri and Why'nn's eyes widened.  Those stun rings reminded her of Hoth.  The knife, originally aimed at the Sith, went flying toward the location of the gunman.  She hadn't seen him but there was only one place he could be with the trajectory of the shot and the stun rings.  This also caused her to flip backward, further away from this unknown assailant.


They were Sith, yes, but this wasn't something she'd set up.  That wasn't something she'd ever do.  In this moment she had a choice: ally herself with a possible madwoman or allow a dishonorable attack.  Oh, she was probably going to hate herself for this.


She sent lightning to chase the knife, hoping to kill or incapacitate the assailant.  No one attacked like that on her (father's) ship and got away with it!  Makri wasn't welcome, but she was behaving in a way that made sense for a Sith.  This other person was an unknown variable.
 
Alderaan


@folclor @Greenbriar @HK Fifty @shadowstrikr25 @Constantin


AS the Sith began circling Mikel kept the blaster trained on her, ready to fire when a shot became necessary. 'Well she's got the taunting language of a sith lord down.' The moment Makri attacked, Mikel fired a quick shot aimed for her head. He figured there was a good chance she would either dodge or deflect the shot, so he dropped to a knee using the comunit as cover. Once on his knee he shutdown the transmission. "Boring superior monologue." Ending Trakus' part of this conversation.


He senesed the approach of a very faint, well hidden presence. The same he'd felt on Dathomir. 'I really must be slipping.' He grinned as he watched the renegade fire at the Sith fighting his daugher. Though he cringed as she altered her attack to Zerek. 'Why'nn! Don't lose your focus!' He took aim again on the Sith apprentice with the red and green lightsabers. Hoping the renegade had as good reflexes as he thought he had.
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @folclor @HK Fifty @shadowstrikr25 @Constantin


Makri had been vaguely aware of the focused mind at the hatch for some time now, but her attention had been concentrated on the confrontation; SpyMind could be left until later. He didn't have the feel of a threat, while the Why'nn and the strange agent definitely did. Oh, she saw him there with his little blaster, flicking his shot away with scarcely a glance. He'd clearly had experience with force users; though both the Sith's movements were now faster than most humans could follow, he remained unerringly aimed at her head. Makri Ona was gifted at the seventh form, her very nature was geared to giving in to its sheer aggression without thought for her own defense - but the situation required that she hold herself one step back from her own purity of passion, which gave Why'nn an advantage should she choose to exploit it. 


In this case though it saved her life - or at least her liberty - as she was clear headed enough to catch the sudden contraction of will, see the flicker in her enemy's eyes, begin a half-step and bring up her shoto to deflect the rings of stun energy that threatened her into a wall. She saw the blade slice past her head, saw the lightning follow it, saw the crouched figure at its center with the shotgun in his hands and knew her enemy; SpyMind. Letting out a shriek of laughter, Makri gave herself to her joy and without questioning the sudden shift in alliances leapt over the remaining lighting to bring both blades down on his position. - then follow up with a dizzying cascade of strikes from either hand, chasing her prey wherever he fled.
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Greenbriar @shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty


Why'nn had a chance to attack her known enemy or the unknown quantity.  The second knife shot forward.  Now both were headed toward the two enemies and Why'nn sent lightning after her weapons.  If both died then so be it.  This drew her more deeply into the Dark Side, but she didn't seem to notice until she felt a tingle in the back of her mind.  Sanguina was waking up.  She grimaced, the lightning abruptly stopping as she put a hand to her head as if trying to make it go away.
 
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