Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Hoth Orbit (Cloaked)


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


HK-50-01 didn't have time to shift his blade's course - and even if he had , the only direction to go would've been the same as the one the Gray Jedi's blade forced him to go. He was , however , grateful that his sparring partner chose to honor the terms of their pre-combat agreement , and only knock his metallic wrist upward instead of severing it entirely. The droid was still in combat mode , however , and kept his sense of gratitude from overwhelming his focus. Even so , he scarcely saw Delrick's left hand in time to just scarcely doge to the left. The man's palm was a scant few millimeters from the ebony-colored Chestplate at that very moment , the class-four Droid just barely inside of his left foot as his feet stayed firmly planted on the ground. On instinct Oh-One tried to reach out and grab the arm , and if the grab succeeded he would try to make a flat-edged Vibroblade slice  for the Jedi's head - once again , stopping short if that , too , succeeded. 
 
Yag'Dhul


@shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty


"Why didn't you kill me?" she finally asked.  Here she was, helpless.  It wouldn't be hard to do and make it look like an accident.  He wanted her spot, right?  That's how these things worked...  Dad said she would be his apprentice and Zerek would only be a student under him, not on the same level.  So didn't that mean that if Zerek found a way to kill her that looked natural he would take her place?  Didn't he want that?  Or was this some strange, alternate reality where people didn't kill each other?


Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Proletariat


"Nice to meet you!  I'm Padawan Atali Muras!"  She grinned.  "It's so cool!  Can I touch it?  Or can you show it to me if I don't touch it?"  At this point she was practically bouncing.  At Ravish's beckon she moved in close, then immediately blushed.  "Oh.  I'm sorry Master Talar...  I'll remember next time!  I promise!"  Oh, right, going inside and dealing with her master.  She sighed rather heavily.  "Yeah.  We should."
 
YAG'DHUL


@folclor @HK Fifty


Zerek was rather taken aback by her question, and it showed. Confusion played across his features as he tried to figure out what would have led her to think that he would kill her. He couldn't come up with anything, only adding to his confusion. "OK... let's assume for a second that I wanted to kill you, which I don't. What would that accomplish?" He couldn't come up with anything, as she hadn't done anything that would make him homicidal, and Delrick would kill him if he tried to con the Grey Jedi into thinking she attacked him and he killed her in self-defense. There wasn't even a bounty on her head. Hoping he had made his point, he stood back up, and once again began walking towards the boarding ramp.
 
Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@HK Fifty


Delrick's finger tips barely brushed the metal carapace, and was about to shift his weight for a new assault when the droid's left hand grabbed his own left wrist. 


The Gray Jedi tucked himself in to the droid with his right foot stepping forward between the droids and placed it just behind his left heel, creating a fulcrum point. His right arm bent at the elbow and was tucked in close to his own ribs; this naturally brought the blade in to rest against the throat area of the droid. With the droid holding his left wrist, Delrick shoved forward with all of his weight into it, hoping to use the fulcrum he created to push the droid and himself into the deck. 


If this succeeded, they would both be on the deck, 01 on his back with a blade pressed to his neck and left arm trapped between their two chests. Though his right arm would still be free. 


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Alderaan


@folclor @Proletariat


Ravish smiled and nodded and followed the padawan into the ship. "Padawan Muras you will have opportunity to view and learn about my Starfighter in the future." She clasped her hands behind her back, a faint smile on her face, her ears were back and shoulders relaxed. The previous frustration and tension she had held when she and Rin last spoke seemingly evaporated. 


Out of the corner of her mouth she whispered to Atali. "Cheer up padawan, and I might teach you to fly." She followed the young girl up the ramp and stairs to the upper deck looking towards the bridge. 
 
Alderaan


A holographic figure evaporated into the air in front of Master Rin. He stared at the metal floor of the cockpit for a second before moving to the controls with urgency. The Jedi's fingers danced across the console, in moments the engine roared to life and the whole ship carried the hum of life he had grown accustomed to over the faithful years of operating it. His eyes glanced to the video monitors to see that Ravish and Atali were on board. He recalled the entrance ramp and closed the docking hatch before they even arrived at the cockpit. Without turning, Rin motioned to the metal benches on either side of the large cockpit room. "You may want to seat yourself and hold on, we don't have time for a briefing, we must leave for the droid detention facility right now." 


Without further explanation the ship floated several feet off of the air while simultaneously retracting the landing gears. The ship slowly rotated to face the exit of the hangar and smoothly sailed past the half dozen other ships in the hangar until it passed the bay doors. Once free from restraint, the rear engines glowed with power and the freighter boosted away from the space port across the Alderaan sky. Rin punched in the coordinates of the droid detention facility on the ship's global navigation computer and set it to maximum speed auto pilot. The pilot's chair spun around to face the two women, in it sat a very tired, very harried looking Rin Chicri. His empty eyes sought out Atali's, it was obvious something was wrong. "We don't have much time to go over this interrogation. Apparently the local sith forces have caught wind of what happened with HK-51-6P. They used the chaos of the attack on Alderaan to get into a courtroom and file special privileges paperwork for the assassin droid to allow it to be represented by a professional lawyer- a Sith lawyer obviously. This wouldn't be a problem normally, however, there were major breaches of the Alderaan constitution as it applies to the rights of advanced AI in the arrest and imprisonment of HK-51-6P." Rin ran a hand from his forehead into his lekku. "I think if we can't get him to give us the information we need, the droid is going to walk and be free to kill whoever or whatever the Sith want it to." He searched Atali for her reaction, uncertain how this news would settle with his green Padawan.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @folclor
 
Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


HK-50-01 knew he was trapped the moment the Gray Jedi's foot stepped behind his. The only way he could free his left arm now would've been to step backwards , which would've toppled him over if he did it too rapidly. If he was careful to avoid falling , he would've had to do it in a slow manner which would've left him open to attack - both of which were unfavorable options. The droid knew the powerful shove was coming and would've normally magnetized his feet to prevent being tackled to the floor , but against such a large amount of force that would've resulted in the blade at his neck cutting deep into the many critical components inside. If it was real combat instead of practice sparring , he would've done that despite the consequences - but it was , indeed , practice sparring. He likely wouldn't have been in such a compromising position if he wasn't carefully regulating his offense , avoiding any lethal or debilitating strikes. 


So the Class-Four Droid found himself pinned to the deck , with only his right army free. His sword was still in his metallic grip , but with it being the sort of long blade he normally preferred , it was far too long to maneuver in such a small region. His forearm-implanted Vibroblade was in his trapped left , and so was useless (unless he intended to impale some portion of Delrick , anyway). The droid did have a blaster packed into his right forearm , but blasters had already been expressly forbidden in the terms of the duel. And so , left with no other option , the droid left his blade fall from his grip in surrender. There was a tone of fear to his voice as he spoke , and his photoreceptors shifted to a golden color. "Submission/praise : You have b-bested me , Sir. P-please forgive me for falling to you so q-quickly , sir , th-though I must say you are one of the best swordsmen I have ever had the privilege of dueling. Truly a master of the blade of which I-I am no equal." Despite the fear undercutting his words , the compliments were not merely fearfully offered supplications - the defeated droid was as genuine with his compliments as he was with his eagerness to accept the duel. 
 
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Alderaan


@folclor @Proletariat


Her ears picked up the hydraulic hiss of the ramp closing and the deep low level hum of engines coming online before she felt the vibrations associated with a ship in a start up sequence. He ears were flat and back, eyes wide as her body tensed. 'NO! NO! NO!' She took a few steps closer to the bridge with a sense of urgency, knowing the ship was coming to life and was getting ready to take off. Hearing the Peacekeeper say to take a seat as the ship lifted off, she shook her head rapidly as she gripped the bulkhead near the benches. Without thinking she motioned for Atali to take a seat as she remained standing. She had no idea where the destination he was talking about was or why they were going there. 'NO! MY SHIP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! CHIEF WILL KILL ME!' Her eyes wide as she watched the docking bay entrance quickly approach and disappear. 


Once the ship was clear and not exiting the atmosphere, the starfighter pilot let out a breath she had not realized she'd been holding. Her head hung forward for just a moment as her shoulders relaxed. She looked to the Natoulan as he spoke, taking a few slow deep breaths as she saw he was much worse for wear and that she could collect her ship after this was done. "Why are you bothering to question the droid? Why not just plug it into a dataport and download everything and then wipe its memory so it doesn't pose a future threat?" She looked between the master and apprentice, seeing some sort of tenuous connection. And taking a small step back, as if realizing she might have stepped into something and did not want to rock the boat too much. Starfighter pilots did not often get padawans, as the skills required to enter precluded the time needed to train and develop a young Jedi into a full knight. All of the pilots in the Corps were mostly knights with one or two of the most senior being on one of the various councils as Masters. 


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Hoth Orbit (Cloaked)


@HK Fifty


Delrick smiled and nodded, extricating himself from the droid and standing, offering his hand to assisst his opponent to rise. "Nonsense! There is nothing to apologize for." He said with a smile as he helped heft the metallic being to its feet. He could tell the droid was a bit fearful at losing, but Delrick did not let on that he was aware of the fact. "I only beat you so quickly because of the rules we held ourselves too. Had this been actual combat, you would have not had any restrictions and been able to cause much more harm." Taking a step back, the Grey Jedi winked and gave a flourish salute. "I'm sure in a more realistic fight you could beat me in swords play." He cradled the blade in the crook of his right arm. "I favor Form Six, with attributes of Form Four and Three. So I rely more on the Force to draw my enemies in or push them away." Nodding to his sparring partner, indicating he was ready to go again. "The Force is my ally after-all."


The Grey Jedi knew he would not have to explain that  Form VI was also known as the Diplomat style for its balance of all the other forms of lightsaber combat, or that Form IV would be used to enhance his speed, strength and agility to allow him to flip and jump around at great speed to rain blows down on his opponents in wide sweeps from all angles. Or that Form III would help shore up his defenses against blaster wielding foes and create a barrier against in coming strikes from closer melee targets. 
 
Yag'Dhul


@shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty


What?  How would he not think of all the things he could have?  "You'd have my spot!  My father's attention!  My accounts!  My power!" she called after him.  But he was already walking away and she had no way of following.  Finally, she gave up and sat, her back against the wall, and closed her eyes.  She'd have to wait for him to come back to tell him anything more, but she supposed that, if she really wanted to keep a low profile, she wouldn't have shouted when she wasn't sure where they were.  After all, this planet could be unfriendly to the Empire.


Alderaan


@Proletariat @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


"Ravish's ship!" Atali squeaked as they took off.  Of course, they weren't leaving the planet yet, but couldn't they have loaded the fighter before taking off?  When her master spoke, however, she focused in on him.  The news did cause some dismay, but she was sure there were ways around it.  "Advanced AI have rights?  Hmm..."  She frowned slightly.  "I doubt Master Talar's plan would work, though...  Don't HK droids have special encryptions and suicide clauses built into their chips?  I swear I've read that somewhere..."
 
Alderaan


Rin nodded to Atali, "Right on both points Atali, the robotics engineers won't go within one hundred meters of that assassin droid. It's a prototype, all known blueprints of it were destroyed, to the Republic's knowledge at least. Thus, we have to do this conventionally. And by we... I mean you." He gave Atali a long, serious look before continuing. "Before I tell you anything, do you have any questions right now that you want answers to? I am an expert interrogator, I know how I would approach the situation, but this isn't about me." He felt somewhat rude not speaking to Ravish about leaving her ship or really including her in any of this, but to be fair, she was a bit of an intruder at the moment. Whether she was a wanted or an unwanted intruder, that would be seen in the future. Rin wasn't sure why, but he was worried for his Padawan. He felt an unease about this situation, about this droid, something in the Force was trying to warn him, but he didn't have time to investigate it. He would just have to do what he usually did, go with his detective's instinct and never let down his guard.
 
YAG'DHUL


@folclor @HK Fifty


Zerek heard her shout the things he could accomplish by killing her, tucking that away in his head for when he came back in a few minutes time. Lucky for him, blast doors were thick, so he doubted any of the mechanics heard her. 'She's wrong on all accounts except one. I would definitely have her father's attention. Just for all the wrong reasons.' Zerek walked up to the blast door blocking the mechanics from entering his ship, took a deep breath, put on a smile, and opened the door to inspect their work and pay them for their services.


True to his word, Zerek returned within a few minutes having made sure the boarding ramp worked properly, and thanking the mechanics profusely for their work. As he once again came upon Why'nn, he recalled what she said he'd have, if he'd done as she expected and subtly tossed her out an airlock. "So, I did some thinking. You were 25% right. I would have your father's attention. In fact, I'd have all of it, because he'd be hunting me down with a vengeance." His tone indicated that this was not a possibility he wanted to pursue. "Now if I wanted your spot, I could just ask you to scoot over." Zerek smirked a little at his own bad joke, exhaling through his nose. His expression evened out as there was one more thing he had to ask. "So, do you want to try walking again, or do you want me to carry you to the bridge?"
 
Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


HK-50-01 took the offered hand in clear astonishment , his still-golden photoreceptors rimming with cyan blue as he rose. The fact that the Gray Jedi was willing to forgive him in such a joyous manner for failing was a very pleasant surprise , compared to the response for failure he was used to. However , it couldn't possibly compare to how ecstatic he was to be praised. Praise for anything always made him giddy , with praise for his combat skills typically ranked the highest - a fact Delrick would remember from before Why'nn was born , when they had first met. Oh-One's rapidly-speaking metallic voice had an overwhelming sense of euphoria about it , reflected in his vibrant green photoreceptors. "Disbeleif/gratitude : y-you truly believe so , sir? I don't believe so and I know your style is a foil to mine , but thank you so very much sir I always endeavor to please you , and oh it's so wonderful to hear you praise my combat skills sir , most people who aren't Miss Why'nn assume I'm merely a protocol Droid but not you you praise me the same way your daughter does! Thank you sir you're so kind to me thank you sir thank you!" Once the overly excited metallic-ebony assassin was finished speaking he sheathed his blade and tried to go for an embrace , clearly failing to notice the signal to continue dueling. Once again , the former Jedi Council member would recognize this behaivor from their previous interactions - for a Droid , Oh-One always had been subject to strong emotional responses. 
 
Alderaan


@Proletariat @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


He was actually going to let her do this!  She was a bit excited, but her nervousness spiked and she glanced to Ravish before she turned her attention back to her master.  "Well, Master, I've never interrogated anyone.  How would I even start?  I know you told me he's going to be rather rude...  Should I avoid certain topics or drive other points?  Do I try and seem like I'm on his side or do I show that I'm completely against him?  I know on the holovids there's always one person who seems like a friend to the bad guy only to flip it..."


Yag'Dhul


@shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty


Why'nn glared.  "You have no idea how this works, do you?  It'd be easy to make it seem like an accident.  Acolytes do it all the time!  And if you want more power you have to take it.  It won't be handed to you!"  When he suggested walking she tried to get her feet under her, but there was still no strength in her legs.  "You'll have to carry me.  But if you try anything I'll kill you!"  She'd heard stories about the jerks on the other side, the ones who were, in the end, Republic or Jedi oriented but didn't stick to their laws.  Everything she'd been told said he would try and use her body.  After all, the Republic was a terrible thing and she had grown to hate it.
 
YAG'DHUL


@folclor @HK Fifty


Zerek simply shrugged at her assertions, obviously not caring what she implied about his intelligence. 'If I had a credit for every time I didn't know how something worked, I'd never have to steal again.' Zerek was already getting ready to carry her when she stated she needed it, and then threatened him if he did anything filthy. "Eh, I don't doubt it." He carefully picked her up, using one arm to support her legs, and the other to hold her torso. He was also being mindful of where his hands were. The last thing he needed was for her to throw him into a wall. However, before finishing the trip to the bridge, Zerek stood exactly where Why'nn was sitting. "And now I'm standing in your spot." He didn't wait until the dumb joke landed to continue the walk to the bridge, hoping that she wouldn't punch him for his antics.
 
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Alderaan


@Proletariat @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


He was actually going to let her do this!  She was a bit excited, but her nervousness spiked and she glanced to Ravish before she turned her attention back to her master.  "Well, Master, I've never interrogated anyone.  How would I even start?  I know you told me he's going to be rather rude...  Should I avoid certain topics or drive other points?  Do I try and seem like I'm on his side or do I show that I'm completely against him?  I know on the holovids there's always one person who seems like a friend to the bad guy only to flip it..."


Yag'Dhul


@shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty


Why'nn glared.  "You have no idea how this works, do you?  It'd be easy to make it seem like an accident.  Acolytes do it all the time!  And if you want more power you have to take it.  It won't be handed to you!"  When he suggested walking she tried to get her feet under her, but there was still no strength in her legs.  "You'll have to carry me.  But if you try anything I'll kill you!"  She'd heard stories about the jerks on the other side, the ones who were, in the end, Republic or Jedi oriented but didn't stick to their laws.  Everything she'd been told said he would try and use her body.  After all, the Republic was a terrible thing and she had grown to hate it.
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Alderaan


Rin's lips seemed to adjust ever so slightly upwards, but in an instant they were back to normal so that it might have appeared as a slight twitch. He wasn't sure why he did it, in all likelihood this situation was not going to pan out the way he or Atali wanted it to. It was how he learned though, his Master never held his hand, his Master never showed him the ropes, she just dragged him into dangerous scenarios and expected him to figure it out by participating. He couldn't even count how many times he limped away with blaster burns, broken bones, or open wounds. He had to teach himself how to use the force to numb the pain, though sometimes his master would heal him. Not often.


"I understand that you are new to this Atali, and frankly you've found yourself in a difficult situation for your first. There will be no holovid good cop bad cop, as they say. This droid will not be rude, he will be monstrous, he will say the worst and most vile things you have likely ever heard in your life. He will refuse to converse with you, he will refuse to divulge any information to you. He is going to threaten to kill you, he is going to threaten to maim you..." 


Rin extended his arm and firmly gripped Atali's shoulder. He continued with a reassuring aura about him, "But the reality of the situation is, he will be completely restrained and disarmed. There is no actual way for him to physically touch you, let alone harm you. You hold the power in this situation, your existence is an insult to him, he will find your interrogation pretentious and insulting, this response is where you must strike. You have to play on his pride, make him think he is unworthy of the title class 4. He was captured, also use that against him, a great assassin would never allow the self to be captured... You need to figure out what pisses the droid off and use that against it so that it reveals to you its plans and its employer in an attempt to prove to itself and to you that it is superior. Do you think you can handle that?"


He searched his Padawan carefully. He knew she would be nervous, she'd be crazy not to be. He wouldn't be able to stop her now if she said she still wanted to go through with it. Part of him wanted her to admit it was too much, and part of him wanted to see her succeed. She wanted to be a peacekeeper for some reason, after all, now she would see just how gritty the work could be.
 
Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@HK Fifty


The Grey Jedi was nodding slowly as the droid began his excited rapid speech. 'I've missed and not missed that.' So when the assassin droid came in for a hug he was not surprised, and in fact held out his left arm to half embrace 01. "Alright. Alright, let's see if those protocol circuits have over run your combat circuits." He said with a smile and firm slap on the shoulder plating. "Or I'll have you serving drinks instead of training." His voice still held some humour to it while Delrick's countenance took on a more serious form. He knew having only Manara, and Why'nn, to serve and receive any form of positive reinforcement from would have been hard on the droid. But the fact he seemed to be reverting back to his previous mannerisms was a good thing. Delrick just hoped this would mark a more permanent shift. 'You can be so much more then just a protocol droid. Or just an assassin.'


Nodding to the droid, indicating he should ready himself for a second match. "This time you are the aggressor, but still the same rules." Once the droid stepped back and made himself ready, the Grey Jedi kept the blade cradled in the crook of his right arm, but stood at an oblique angle with his left side forward.


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Alderaan


@folclor @Proletariat


Ravish took a couple of silent steps backwards and leaned against the bulkhead hatch frame leading to the bridge. Listening to the exchange and assignment. 'Talk about putting a padawan through the trials!' She closed her eyes and folded her arms over her chest, with one foot braced against the bulkhead she was leaning on. 'Not my padawan, not my place. But at least he's giving her a jumping off point.' A very subtle shake of her head, with her ears back and body in a relaxed posture it would not appear out of place. 'Even if it is small and he is pushing her off into the rancor pit.'


When the young girl began asking questions and her master began giving answers, she noticed something. It was then her nose twitched and she have a small sniff, her ears standing up straight and alert. Her sense of smell would be more sensitive then the Nautolan, or most other species, and had picked up the very faintest of scents off musk. '[COLOR= rgb(255, 140, 0)]What? What is that smell....?[/COLOR]' Something triggered in the back of her mind, and a small grin formed on her face. Trying to hide it she turned away, ostensibly to give the master some privacy with his padawan leaner. The Cathar pilot walked down the passageway until she found the opening into the lounge/holo-transmitter compartment. Where she laughed silently and shook her head. '[COLOR= rgb(255, 140, 0)]Oh! He has no idea or control over her! She must be of the right she for her species to mate![/COLOR]' Her ears shot up again and eyes went wide as a thought struck her. '[COLOR= rgb(255, 140, 0)]What if she's attracted to Rin![/COLOR]' She quickly pushed the inappropriate (although funny) and un-Jedi-like thoughts from her head and composed herself. She might have to talk to Atali and Rin later. Separately if this continued, but for now she would not interfere with his chosen way of training. 


So she began looking over the ships layout, cargo capacity, loading ports, engine specs. "If I'm gonna be here a while might as get to know this girl." 


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Dantooine


@Wintermute


Several hours had passed on the sunny grassland, Chuka stood by silently watching and judging both combatants. Neither was close defeat, nor were they close to victory. He knew Illya, the women who was his equal in the hunt, would not give up and would die first. Errin seemed well versed in combat, though he lacked in knowledge of what it means to be Mandalorian. Which could be attributed to him being clanless and raised as such. 


But this fight proved to the older warrior at least that he did have honour and could be taught the rest. With this fight Errin would have proven at least three first three of the Resol'nare, or the six actions all true Mandalorians lived by. They were wearing armor, speaking Mando'a, defending oneself and/or family, raising children as Mandalorians, contributing to the clan's welfare, and when called upon by the Mand'alor, rallying to their cause. 


'So a good start, perhaps one day we will be equals.' Chuka stepped forward and held his collapsed blade horizontally in his left hand. "Luubid! Te akaanir cuyir jaon." (Enough! The fight is over.) Looking between the two and nodding. "You have proven you have honour, Kih sa bic cuyir (small as it is), but with us that will grow." The older warrior held out his right hand to the new warrior, palm turned up slightly, expecting clasp Errin's forearm in a traditional manner. "Burc'ya." (Friend/partner) Looking to Illya with a solemn nod. 
 
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Yag'Dhul


@shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty


Why'nn resisted striking him when he made such a stupid joke, instead turning to glare at the halls as they passed by.  Republic and Jedi ships were terribly designed, she decided.  Connor's ship had been so well laid out and her mother's was the same.  This one seemed ridiculous.  Perhaps the only solace she had at the moment was Sanguina being strangely quiet.  Why'nn half hoped the personality was vanquished, though she knew that was perhaps too much to hope for so soon.  However, she refused to speak to Zerek as they walked.


Alderaan


@Proletariat


It was true.  She was nervous, but more afraid that she'd fail and her master would be even more angry with her.  However, as she thought about his words a small smile formed on her face.  "I seem to have a talent for making you annoyed, Master, so I'm sure I can find a way to transfer it to the droid."  Here Atali paused a moment.  "And Sith really have lawyers?  They must have terrible courtroom manner!  Just think... them not getting their way and just threatening the jury...  Hmm...  Then again, maybe only the most corrupt Sith become lawyers..."


Dantooine


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Wintermute


Illya was enjoying the fight.  This clanless was a better warrior than she expected.  So when Chuka stopped the fight she was more than a little disappointed.  Still, he was right.  Errin had proven his honor.  She returned Chuka's nod and waited to see what the clanless would do.
 
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DANTOOINE - PLANET SURFACE


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna@folclor


Errin kept his heart-rate steady with slow but rhythmic breathing. All throughout the fight, which had now lasted a good few hours, he had been exchanging deadly blows with the mandalorian woman, and he had separated to break for a moment, studying her carefully. <<Her form, it's impeccable! The strength behind each blow is truly impressive and the passion with which she fights is overwhelming... what a worthy opponent!>> under his helmet, a wide grin was spread across his mouth, and his chest heaved ever so slightly. He was... actually somewhat tired. For the first time in about a decade and a half, an opponent had managed to make him tired. He wondered if Chuka, the more experienced looking of the couple, would beat his shebs in seconds. A wave of simultaneous fear and admiration swept over him as he thought about it. These two were a force to be reckoned with.


He caught movement in the corner of his eye as the older warrior stepped forth and signaled to stop the fight, saying some things that Errin was really glad to hear. He instantly lowered his guard, making sure to not offend them a second time, and clasped Chukas forearm, just like his mentor had showed him. Energy flowed over him, renewing his spirit, somehow. "Ni vercopa bid (I hope so)" he said, a firm grasp on the other man's forearm. "Your clan is strong, full of honor. Ni draar ganar akaanir ibic jate (I've never had a fight this good), other than with my past mentor." He tried to control the admiration in his voice, somehow succeeding in doing so. He turned and nodded similarly to Ilya, acknowledging their honorable duel and her strength. "I look forward to learning from the both of you."  
 
YAG'DHUL


@folclor @HK Fifty


Zerek chuckled internally when he felt Why'nn tense, and then relax after his joke. 'Oh, this is going to be a fun trip, isn't it?' The remainder of the walk didn't take long, with Zerek keeping true to his word and avoiding touching her inappropriately. Once they arrived on the bridge, he gently set her down on a couch, then walked over to the console and began inputting the route to Hoth. "Alright, final stretch it is. Time for several hours of doing nothing. I know you're thrilled by the prospect, 09." He hoped against hope that 09 would behave for a little bit and not murder Why'nn just for kicks. Especially that last one.
 
Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


HK-50-01 eagerly took the offered half-embrace , gleefully wrapping his metallic arms around the Gray Jedi in return. Habitually , he heated his plating to a comfortable degree - Why'nn was the only one who usually ever embraced him , and she enjoyed his metallic frame to be a warm temperature. He just barely surpressed one of his characteristic soft coos as the man began speaking , naturally out of respect - after all , that would be interrupting him. As Delrick was speaking the Droid realized with increasing embarrassment that he was likely supposed to have continued sparring , and as soon as he felt he was allowed he pulled away. His viridian photoreceptors had a rim of fusia surrounding them , and though he maintained eye contact he didn't speak. 


Oh-One quickly rid himself of his discomfort (after all , his sparring partner didn't seem to be displeased with him) , however , and drew his quietly thrumming Vibroblade. "Assurance : I'll perform my best to prove that I'm an equally proficient combat-unit and protocol droid , sir. I'd personally rather avoid serving refreshments." With a customary salute the ebony-colored assassin bowed , simultaneously stating his acceptance of the terms of their combat. Very shortly after he opened the duel with a high roundhouse-styled kick with his left foot - that is , he had intended to. That was what he would've done if he was intending to be lethal (followed up by blaster shots of course) , which wad to be avoided per the terms of their duel. It was a grevous error , one he apparently had realized shortly after , as he tried to both set his left foot down and use the momentum he already had from the maneuver required to execute such a kick to arrive at his right side and deliver a rapid slash for the Gray Jedi's midsection. However , for the crucial moments in between he was critically vulnerable , both on unstable footing and with naught but his (retracted) forearm-blade to defend himself with. The fact that he had made such a crippling miscalculation spoke to how little he had excercised his unarmed combat since his previous Mistress had taken possession of him. 


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Yag'Dhul


@folclor @shadowstrikr25


HK-50-09 quirked his head for a moment as his fleshsack brother strode in carrying his mechanical brother's owner , confused as to why the renegade would even be carrying a supposed Sith apprentice - that is , until he noticed that her legs didn't seem to function. Almost immediately his signature mechanized laughter derisively boomed through the small confines of the ship's cockpit  , the dull silver assassin finally breaking long enough to speak after several minutes. His voice only naturally carried the same self-superior derision as his laugh , in quantities far exceeding the usual amount - several times he nearly broke out laughing once more. "Derision/conjecture : You're a fripping cripple now! What , did you not learn how to use a Lightsaber correctly and slice your own spine in half? Ha! Only an especially idiotic , weak fleshsack could possibly do something so completely moronic! You're completely useless in every fripping way possible now! HAHA! This is great! Oh-One will certainly be joining me now.. even he couldn't possibly want to follow someone as weak and useless as you are! Who would? HAHAHA! You have to be the weakest , most pathetic fleshack I've ever seen! Even the blasted Jedi wouldn't accept you in this state! Even your weak excuse for a progenitor won't!" At the end of his statement he erupted into laughter somehow more intense than before , nearly doubling over and slapping his right knee several times with his right hand - which only naturally still happened to have a heavy blaster in it. 
 
Alderaan


Rin's blackened sockets rotated to Ravish to examine her behavior. She didn't really have to say anything for him to know how she was feeling. She may have had enhanced physical senses beyond his capacity, but his lekku could taste her emotion. He chose to ignore her, though, it wasn't her place to do or say anything about the way Rin chose to teach his Padawan. He was beginning to suspect that Ravish's pilot-like irreverence for Jedi conduct would develop into serious conflict between them. Rin knew he wasn't a poster child of Jedi behavior, especially not when he was on the hunt for criminals, but he felt like he at least seemed like a Jedi most of the time.


Rin was slightly worried his Padawan was missing the gravity of the situation at hand, "You annoy me for entirely different reasons. Don't lose focus, we need his motive and his employer. And yes the Sith have lawyers, they battle the republic in every form you could think of, on the battlefield, in political systems, in the court room... evil manifests itself in all the same areas that justice does. For every source of light in the galaxy there must be a darkness to be vanquished." 


A light on the console began blinking, they were approaching the destination. The detention center could be seen on the horizon as it slowly developed from a formless mass into a massive factory-fortress. The entire facility was walled with armed guards and large anti-vehicle weapons stationed at each corner of the wall. There was no landing pad in sight, there were docking ports for prison and junk barges to send the malfunctioning (or evil) droids to the facility via elevator. Rin's ship would be lowering to ground level to enter into a currently enclosed hangar for employees and special visitors. He briefly conversed with flight control to confirm his identification and secure landing privileges. After the ship started to lower, he turned back to his Padawan and said, "I am going to be right there Atali, so you don't have anything to worry about. I know how things were in the past, but differences aside... we're a team now. We have to be able to rely on each other." He gave her a smile and a wink before turning to manually pilot the ship into the hangar bay. There were officers on the ground waiting for them before the Freighter even made contact with the ground.


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna
 
Yag'Dhul


@HK Fifty @shadowstrikr25


It was then that something snapped in the girl.  Perhaps this torture had affected her more than she knew for she turned in her chair, held out her hand, and sent lightning shooting through the air toward the droid.  Her eyes turned red and she increased the volts meant to course through the droid.  "Or maybe I'll just fry your circuits and we'll see how strong you are when you're writhing on the floor in agony.  No one laughs at me."  Through a few of the rips her clothes sustained in the fight, a soft glow could be seen.  If Zerek looked closer he would notice the scars seemed to burn.  It was unlikely he would know what they meant, but their effect was clear.


Alderaan


@Proletariat @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Atali took a deep breath.  "I'll do my beset, Master.  I'll make you proud."  She stood a little straighter.  As they landed she tried to calm herself, knowing any agitation wouldn't do well for this mission.  Truly, she just wanted to do well.  After all, she'd caused her master so much frustration already.  If she could do this right it would mean she would prove to him she was worth the trouble.
 
YAG'DHUL


@folclor @HK Fifty


Zerek let out a groan as 09 began laughing and mocking Why'nn, more than ready to interrupt him, if he would let him get a word in edgewise. But no, long, rambling insult with no pause from breath, because the tin can didn't need it. To add onto his reasons to throw 09 to rancor and see who survived, Why'nn seemed to be more than a little tense with the insinuations of his obtuse mechanical friend. 'One of these days, he won't be such a self-aggrandizing pile of dicks.' That hopefully-not-a-lie-but probably-not-a-truth echoed around in his head for a bit as he had nearly finished inputting their route to Hoth. 


And then he heard a very distinctive crackle, causing him to turn around with concern and confusion. Seeing Why'nn angry wasn't much of a surprise, but seeing the lightning coursing through the air towards 09 was... less than expected. He couldn't exactly stop the lightning from hitting the droid, though a part of him felt glorious catharsis by proxy for every time 09 had done something to piss him off. Remebering that he was dealing with 09, the straps holding down his blasters and guard shoto unbuckled in a chorus of cacophonous clicks, just in case. As if the universe wanted to throw his life further out of control, he spotted the scars on Why'nn seeming to burn. 'Oh that can not be good.' Preparing himself for... well he didn't quite know, nothing had gone exactly as planned lately, he looked over towards Why'nn and tried to talk her out of it. "OK, Why'nn," He braced himself in case her other side was in control. "I know 09's a chrome plated bag of dicks, but you need to stop. I'm trying to get you to Delrick safely, and I can't really do that if you encourage the assassin droid with a horrible personality." He took a breif glance at 09, scowling. He would have words later. "Now please stop." He didn't want to have to knock her out again, know what had happened last time, but if she kept this up, he might have to.
 
Dantooine


@Wintermute @folclor


Chuka have the newcomer a firm grip and one shake and released his arm; giving Errin a curt nod to acknowledge the comment about his clan. "If you can keep up with us and pull your weight, you'll get more fights then you can shake a Geonosian at." His voice was confident and firm, if they had not been wearing helmets Chuka would have made sure to lock eyes with him as he spoke the next part. "But if you betray us or otherwise dishonor us or Mandalore. We will kill you like a chakaar hutt-spawn." An ice cold edge hung on the last phrase, leaving no room for misunderstanding.


Satisfied he made his point the older warrior motioned for the other Mandalorians to gather their gear. He looked to Illya. "Where is our benefactor? I'd like to get our new accounts and get back to filling them."


The pilots had finished their diagnostics and repairs as well as verifying the message. Which turned out to all you real, but there was a new message that came through. One that took a little precedence. "Haar'chak! (Damn it!) This is bad." The co-pilot looked to the pilot. "You tell him."


Muttering under his breath but nodded. The pilot turned and left the ship and walked up Chuka and Illya and Errin, waving them over. "Ner vod. Te aliit cuyir nayc or'atu val ganar nayc ijaat." (My brother. The clan is no more. They have been dishonored.) Those words meant that Clan Lone has been disbanded and scattered.


A sick heavy weight sank in the warriors stomach, his limbs went numb. His vision became a tunnel, and his hearing became muffled. He nodded to the pilot, as if he was just acknowledging some other. He did but realize it, but his legs could not support the crushing weight and he sank to his knees. The wave of despair washing over him.


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Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@HK Fifty


The Grey Jedi cocked his head in a curious manner when he felt the warmth radiate from the assassin droid. 'Interesting. He must be programmed to give Why'nn a warm comforting hug.' While it was odd, it wasn't a detrimental bit of coding so he would not bother attempting to remove it.


He nodded when he heard and saw the droid fall into a combat stance and salute. "Good. I prefer to get my own drinks." Delrick saw the swift kick swing in, leaning backwards away from the kick. His blade still cradled in his right arm. The kick flew over his chest, once it was clear the Grey Jedi stood, gripping the handle of his blade and lifted the pommel straight up with the blade pointing at the deck to intercept the fast moving slash. Given how close they were and unstable the awkward stance left the assassin droid, Delrick's left hand shot forward for an open palm strike aimed at shoulder joint. It would only have enough force to shove the droid rather then dislocate.


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Alderaan


@Proletariat


Ravish felt the ship begin it's descent and then landing. The lowering whine of engines powering down, the hiss and clunk of landing struts extending. 'Either Rin is a better pilot then I thought or he has a decent automated system.' The Cathar stood by the holodisplay and waited to see if she was needed for this endeavour. But she turned to watch the passageway that lead to the exit ramp and waited, not wanting to interfere with the padawans training.
 
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Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


While he wasn't exactly caught unawares , HK-50-01 allowed the open-palmed strike to connect. Anything to send him away from his opponent was welcome , and as he was the only way he could've blocked it was by trying to bat away the hand - which would still have him open to attack. In such an unstable position as he was already , the strike's connection sent him a number of paces back from Delrick , front-down. If his opponent allowed , the Class-Four Droid would roll onto his back and spring to his feet. If he didn't rise simply to meet a blade at his throat , he'd try a thrust for the midsection , which would end up being merely a feint for his forearm blade's neck-level slice (non-lethal , naturally - he would halt either before they drew any blood). 


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Yag'Dhul


@folclor @shadowstrikr25


HK-50-09 was completely unprepared for the blinding torrent of pain that the Sith girl unleashed on him , falling to the ground and convulsing after scarcely a handful of seconds. His relatively untempered circuits were overloaded with the furious electricity coursing through them , more powerful and agonizing than anything the self-obsessed assassin had felt at the very least since he had deserted the Sith. While Oh-Nine was somewhat aware of the things that happened around him , his systems were so occupied with frantically repairing the damage wracking every part of him that he had no ability to process the events. That didn't prevent his metallic form from writhing in sheer agony , or his vocabulator from broadcasting a high , tortured shriek - one which sounded faintly akin to words in his default-use language of Rakatani , but not even the best linguists could have divined what the droid was truly attempting to vocalize. It was likely that , if she didn't stop soon , the rightfully Displeased girl would short-circuit his entire system. 
 
Yag'Dhul


@shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty


Why'nn's eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. Almost as soon as the tortured screams began she stopped the lightning. She... She was just as bad as her mother. All these years she'd been angry, frustrated with how her mother treated HK-50-01 and here she was, doing the same thing to his brother. The red faded back to gold, the scars no longer produced light. The girl saw the blaster that had been in the droid's hands. In a moment of desperation, utter despair, and agony, Why'nn held out her hand, calling the weapon to her. She put it in her mouth and prepared to fire.


Dantooine


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Wintermute


Ilya walked with her chosen partner toward the ship. However, with the pilot's announcement and Chuka's reaction, she stopped, stunned to silence. Of course, she wasn't in that clan. She, like Errin, was clanless. But Chuka cared. He was part of Clan Lone. So what happened to dishonor then? Ilya couldn't form the words to ask.  She stood beside her partner, head bowed, a hand on his shoulder.
 
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