Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


HK-50-01's vibroknife retracted immediately after he heard his opponent's concession , though he waited to allow them both to rise until the statement was finished. At first he was wholly elated to hear that he had managed to best the Gray Jedi , but that elation was quickly tempered when it was pointed out the Class-four droid only narrowly won. The fact that the assertion was stated in a calm tone , however , successfully avoided frightening the rather skittish ebony-plated being - the sense of fulfillment (and perhaps a little validation) he felt from being able to defeat a former member of the Jedi's Council on any terms was simply too felicitous for an assertion such as the one the man had spoken unto him.


So it was that , feeling very pleased with himself - more so than any time since he had successfully kept an infant Why'nn alive and healthy for more than a standard week - Oh-One carefully rolled to the side and rose to his feet , naturally offering his sparring partner his own metallic hand in assistance as a courtesy. His demeanor was an odd mixture of deference and self-accomplishment , and while similar to the demeanors of other droids , it was one HK-series droids practically never expressed. His mechanized voice , too , conveyed this odd behavior. "Reply/Query : why , of course you would have , sir. The only reason I'm able to best you in any way is because of these terms , and I am fully aware that you are in all other combat scenarios far better than I am. I'm only gracious that you are allowing me to have any chance whatsoever , sir.. now , shall we continue our sparring practice?" Fortunately he had retrieved his sword as he has stood back up , so he wouldn't have to quickly retrieve it should they continue. 


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Alderaan


Alashar had successfully calmed herself when her long trek finally reached its destination , the Jedi Shadow serene and passionless as ever as she stepped onto the loading ramp of her Defender-class vessel. The spotlessly clean and fittingly sparse interior of the Shadow's Justice - a name she herself had chosen for the ship - only served to bring her yet further peace as she strode to the bridge. Upon arrival she immediately set about using her communications suite - not the best available , but a high-end one to be sure - to contact the Jedi Council on Tython , patiently waiting in the fashion only a fervently loyal Jedi like herself as the machinery made it's connection. While the Miraluka wasn't as frantic as she had been earlier , there was a clear sense of urgency to her actions , and whichever member of the council answered her would surely sense that in her. 
 
Korriban


@TommyGun15 @Fumes


Kaen rolled her eyes.  "A simple 'thank you' would suffice.  Now go and get your things.  And once in my care you will not be allowed kolto or any advanced healing agents.  You will heal in the old ways."  She grinned.  "It will make you stronger."  The Darth looked both boys over.  "Bring your training blades, of course.  If you do well enough you may earn the right to use a lightsaber.  As acolytes you don't have that yet, so whoever told you that you could have one was certainly high.  You'll surrender those when you return to me.  If you try to hide them I will find them and you will lose two fingers from your dominant hand."


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@shadowstrikr25


"I'm supposed to protect Why'nn."  It seemed a rather simple answer.  "She couldn't handle what Master was doing, I could, so I came out."  She sighed.  "But now no one likes me except Master and he's somewhere else..."  But this line of questioning only made her seem sad.  "But Daddy knows the answer, too, and he wants to get rid of me.  So you probably do now, too.  If I could I would run away but..."  She gestured to her legs.  "No one ever asks what I want.  They're all concerned with Why'nn and... and I know I care for her but... but not at the expense of myself."  The change in vocabulary seemed to signal some sort of change in the personality.  "I like being alive.  I like being me and... and Daddy would take that from me."
 
Alderaan


Rin smiled at his Padawan. His face looked slightly older than it had in recent times. Somehow the signs of extended active duty in the outer rim suddenly became clearer. A tiny wrinkle in his cheeks. A tiredness in his empty stare. He turned to the elevator operator and gave him a nod, the smile from before now replaced with typical indifference and intensity. The elevator's journey was a long one. Eventually it became impossible to tell just how far underground they were, just how removed from everyone else they could be. Natural light became an impossibility and it was entirely replaced by pale artificiality. Long, bright strips of luminescence radiated from the elevator shaft as the echoing beast crawled down into its proper home. It sounded its arrival there with a signaling screech, in case anyone below forgot who was king here. The elevator was the sole entry and exit here, it was life to those below.


The newly entered observer would initially be impressed by the magnitude of the artificial cave they had entered. It was a vault to behold, a modern marvel of efficiency of space. Initially a single wide hallway was the only path before them, the left and right were endless walls of tiny vault doors that climbed nearly out of sight up to the ceiling. The place had echoes that echoed, every noise had acoustic resonance that returned to the origin point. The noise of polished boots on the steel floor were dominant here, an army of guards patrolled the narrow halls of the Vault (as it was known by them). There was a checkpoint building between the elevator and the rest of the vault that one had to pass through. It was where all the records of entry and exit were kept. All of this data was kept on a remote server outside of the vault, of course, but nearly no one else in the universe had access to it except those in the Vault. Desk officers were aided by artificial intelligence to sift through innumerable volumes of data about prisoner vitality that was being fed to the server from hard wires connected to each cell. Search indexes and smart alerts brought items of critical importance to the monitoring humans and droids about a variety of issues. Droid fatality, unusual neurological activity, or anything urgently out of the ordinary was brought to the attention of these monitors. 


They were escorted by two armed guards from the elevator into the checkpoint, where they were quickly led through and informed that the prisoner was already prepared. Once on the other side of the checkpoint, one was fully descended into the vault and could truly appreciate its enormity. The ceiling above was only noticeable because of the long, bright strips of light that periodically lined the center like paint on a road. On either side of the hallway there were large, empty containment cells. The ceiling on each cell could open to allow a droid to be brought down from above in a detainment pod for such purposes as interrogation, repair, or whatever else they were needed. It could also be seen that the wall of vaults was grid-lined with little tracks, on these tracks modified droids were attached that could maneuver anywhere on the wall to check the cells manually. The small observers were scattered all over the vaults, some were totally idle while others zoomed about, irregularly stopping to check a door or keep an eye on data feeds.


The escorted duo walked for 200 meters or so before arriving at their target's room. There was a kinetic energy shield activated already that stood between them and the droid. Inside the room there was a chair, quite near the energy shield, and on the other side a detainment pod turned vertically so that the HK-51 unit was upright and facing the shield. Currently it was restrained to the pod at the wrists, neck, elbows, knees, waist, ankles, and forehead. It was disarmed of wrist rockets, lasers, a smoke launcher, and any other minute weapons system they could find. The on site technicians were the ones responsible for that, as the 'expert' droid engineers wouldn't go near the assassin. The unit's eyes were still dulled, as if someone forgot to wake him for the interrogation. It waited, spread out like a Vitruvian man, in total silence. 


Rin looked down at his Padawan one last time before she set out on her solo mission. The guard on their right radioed in the command for the shield to be lowered. "M'am." The soldier called out to Atali in a muffled voice, through his helmet. "It's protocol that we close the shield behind you. That thing's about as deadly as a hunk of scrap in its current state, but just so it doesn't catch you by surprise, you're gonna be stuck in there with it until you decide to leave." 


Just as the soldier finished his explanation, the soft glow of the shield flickered and then gave out completely. At the far end of the room, two dull yellow lights sparked to life at exactly the same time.


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Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@HK Fifty


Delrick smiled, accepting the assistance up, nodding. "Ahhh, but like I said, we're both holding back." Taking a moment to flex and shake out his mildly abused sword arm. "Which means we're on an even playing field." Grinning he held up a hand with a finger up indicating a generic 'wait a moment' gesture. 


The Grey Jedi moved to cargo bay and was back in the main lounge, now the defacto training area, with a double-bladed vibro-sword. "Now, this should be more of a challenge for us." With a spinning flourish he salutes his sparring partner in a modified  Form Two salute. Indicating he was ready; his body at a slight angle to the droid, his left foot forward, while his right was back supporting most of his weight. The front blade closet to his left hand was tilted up and to the left just crossing his body, which meant the right blade was down and to the rear. "On you."


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Jedi Council - Tython (Secure Channel)


Jedi Master Otto Mashayekhi stepped before the com unit and entered his access code, acknowledging and authenticating the incoming transmission. 'A Shadow speaks.' He was familiar with who was calling. The Twi'lek folded his hands into the sleeves of his dark brown cloak. "Greetings Jedi Alashar Beschatten." Her strict stance and rigid posture made it clear to the Master Jedi she felt she had something of import to share. "What has this shadow learned?"
 
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@folclor


Zerek was rubbing his head in irritation, wanting everything to just be simple. 'Of course. It couldn't be that she wanted to kill Why'nn. HAD to be protection. I'm drinking half that booze on my own.' The allure of mind-tricking himself grew stronger, although he wasn't quite sure he could do it. On the upside, this did give him a way to approach the issue. "Oh boy. First thing's first, you know I'm tagging you out once we get there if you don't just tag yourself out. Now how about you just, I dunno, talk to Why'nn. Ask her if it's OK to come out, build a level of trust instead of taking over when it isn't needed. Like a few minutes ago. You could have just let her sleep. I'm not gonna do anything to her. But you took over instead. That doesn't exactly give anyone a favorable impression. If you want to survive, it helps to compromise." He was hoping she would understand to the point where she wouldn't be a problem. However, given her devotion to her 'master' he doubted she would lose that devotion overnight.
 
Korriban

Eek tensed when Kaen said Acolytes shouldn't have a lightsaber yet. He got tired of his training blade, and wasn't sure if he'd be able to find it. He hadn't used it in so long. It wasn't even his to begin with. He took it off of a dead apprentice who got overwhelmed by K'lor slugs down in the tombs. Why he had been there was for.. educational purposes. He almost busted out laughing when Costa dropped, and bowed to her like she was some goddess. He wasn't going to lie, she didn't look like a goddess either. He wouldn't dare say it out loud. He'd probably die if he did. "Of course, my lord. Thank you." He responded, bowing his head slightly..

Eek took three steps backwards, before turning and leaving the room. He was glad it was over, but there were more preferable options and scenarios that could play out if you were personally invited to a Darth's office. 'Another time.' He thought. He turned back into the training room, which had cleared out mostly after the fight Costa and Eek had. There were still some acolytes sitting around, two were dueling in a corner. It wasn't anything serious, they looked like they were just practicing by the way they struck. Slow, steady, and they made it clear where and when they were going to strike before they did it. They did the same thing over and over, like it was a routine. Eek almost got side-tracked watching them. He had left a bag that was always filled with a few things that he might need for whatever reason. Kolto, spare clothes and food. There wasn't a lot in it, partially due to the size of the bag. It was kind of like a backpack that an ordinary school kid would carry. Similar at least, it was tall and had many pockets, but it was thin. His training saber might be in there. Eek unzips it, and digs around in it for a while, before touching a cold, cylinder shaped object. He slowly pulls it out. 'There you are.' He thought to himself, as he pulled the training saber out just a little bit, then putting it back in. He zipped up the bag and then left the room. He was half surprised it hadn't been stolen.

Eek was excited. Not to go on a trip, but he got to go somewhere other than Korriban. He was tired of the sand, the K'lor Slugs, reprogrammed battle droids, and the slaves that constantly wouldn't stop being assholes. But it wasn't that either. He hadn't thought about it, or expressed it during the duel, but Costa irked him in some way, and he didn't know why. He doubted they'd get along on the trip. Givin's superior knowledge, and humans base status on the "Weird Alien - Normal" meter didn't mix well. But most alien's he'd met didn't like humans either. At least the ones that got treated wrongly. He couldn't blame them. Costa wasn't it either. It was the magic. Sith Magic was an interesting topic he'd studied for a while in the archives. It was like a physical manifestation of the Dark Side itself, and it had many uses. Another interesting thing was the fact that it utilized hand gestures and incantation for most uses, as well as rituals often requiring odd materials to have whatever effect on the person performing the ritual. Apparently whenever you use a 'spell' with Sith magic, an incantation draws on other sorcerers strength who had long passed, and also used the same spell you were trying to cast. It was a powerful thing really. In fact, he'd heard of someone who'd just disintegrated a Jedi with a few hand movements. Normal people, not attuned to the Force couldn't see it, and most who didn't meditate, or have a strong connection to the Force, like a Jedi Consular, couldn't see it either. But some Force attuned saw it as ripples in reality, or felt it as ripples in the Force, but these were barely noticeable. Magic could be used to alter people's minds, and how they see things. If the sorcerer was strong enough, they could probably turn their enemies against each other by making them see some sort of monster than was coming after them. Of course their mind would probably be broken, but at least it isn't the caster, right?

He couldn't wait to use it.

@folclor
@TommyGun15
 
Alderaan


@Proletariat


Atali took a deep breath and nodded.  She glanced up at her master before taking a step inside.  It felt like she'd have to walk forever to reach the droid, but it really wasn't that far.  The droid's gaze didn't scare her, neither did it's rather impressive design.  As she reached the droid she stood a bit straighter.  "HK-51-6P..."  Her voice didn't waver, even if it was a tone her master might not have heard from her before.  She glanced down at a datapad and the notes she'd made up for herself on this matter.  "You arrived on Alderaan... four days ago."  Was she supposed to use words like 'you' with droids?  She'd never spent much time around any that weren't training aids or astromechs.


Hyperspace - En-Route to Hoth


@shadowstrikr25


Sanguina sighed.  "Because she doesn't want to talk to me.  She wants me to go away.  She hates me and she hates how I feel about things.  She doesn't want to share Daddy, which is fine because he hates me, too, so I won't try anymore with him, but she doesn't want to share anything.  And I like being awake.  It's mean for you to tell me you can't let me stay."
 
Alderaan


HK-51-6P remained utterly still as the humanoid female spoke to him. On the outside it appeared as if he wasn't taking in any stimulation at all from the environment, his cognitive processor was far from idle, however. After a long period of silence both ways, the operator in the data center checked the droid's vitals and (the limited) cognitive data feed. It had spiked ever since the shield closed behind Atali. A small click was heard inside the containment cell, but not outside of it, a voice came through clearly over the intercom system.


"The droid can hear you, it is processing your words, don't let the idleness fool you." The handler warned. He decided that it was best to say nothing else after that.


'Why am I awake? Why would they bring me out after only four days? They would ruin my slumber for this thing? This adolescent meat sack? What do they think I am? Surely they respect my power, my superiority, otherwise I wouldn't be restrained everywhere. If only I had head mounted laser beams, I could fry this squishy worm without a movement. Perhaps if I ignore it, the thing will go away and I can return to my slumber until I devise an escape plan.' 


Undetectable to anyone present, the droid's optics behind the lights moved to the form standing behind the kinetic shield. As his cameras gained focus he could see that it was a Jedi that stood there, he looked onward with an indifferent glare. It did not take long for HK to make the connection between the older and the younger. They were both dressed like vagrants, both had lightsabers. It was a Padawan that was daring to speak to the powerful and skilled HK-51-6P. This fact filled him with more hatred and rage than he had felt in a long time.


@folclor
 
Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


HK-50-01 cocked his head slightly , somewhat mystified by the Gray Jedi's manner even as he nodded in assent. He wasn't exactly sure what it was the man required from the Cargo Bay , but nevertheless he did as instructed. While he waited the droid quickly performed a self-diagnostic , looking himself over to find himself in a nominal (if slightly battered) condition. His thrumming steel blade reflected this , showing a number of shallow knicks along its forward edge. All in all , he looked slightly Battle-worn , though not as much as many other droids of his specifications.


The class-four droid felt rather apprehensive when he saw Delrick emerge from the Cargo Hold carrying a dual-bladed sword. He hadn't ever seen Delrick use a dual-bladed weapon , and didn't have any idea of his opponent's abilities with such a weapon. In addition to that , he still felt trepidation about being the one to strike first - being an assassin by design , it was inherent that most of his offensive moves would be designed to be fatal. 


Regardless of his trepidation , the ebony combat Droid would never disobey an order , and in a moment he had wordlessly returned the salute. His blade (oddly being held primarily with his left hand) thrust forward , and were it to be swatted to the right as he anticipated the metallic being intended to follow it with a rather mitigated punch to the Jedi's (hopefully) exposed left elbow with his own right fist. Normally the mechanized blow would've had enough Force to shatter the comparatively weak organic elbow , but as it was it would likely only have enough force to dislocate it , if that - all he intended was for the Force-user to let go of the heavy war-sword long enough for the mechanical being to capitalize on it. 


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Alderaan (Secure Channel)


Alashar performed one of her customary , reverential bows as soon as the Twi'lek Council member appeared on the communications console's screen. She knew him well enough to recognize him almost as quickly as she bowed - she'd contacted him before concerning her various findings in her duty as a Shadow , especially after Master Karrim had disappeared. After she felt he was done addressing her (for she'd never dare interrupt another Jedi) , she quickly began speaking. "Greetings Master Mashayekhi. After I had tracked the fallen Padawan and his Assassination Droid - whom I regret to inform you I still have yet to locate and capture - to Alderaan and was in the process of investigating the remains of the battle that recently happened for clues to their whereabouts , I met a Cathar Jedi Ace by the name of Ravish (she didn't give me her last name , as far as I recall). She unfortunately didn't have any information concerning those two , but she and her wingmate had recently engaged in Aireal-to-ground combat with a rather.. powerful Sith Lord. He managed.." Here the Miraluka woman paused for the briefest moment to collect herself , apparently agitated with what she was about to say. "This Sith Lord - I don't know his name yet , I'm sorry to inform you - managed to cripple the Wingman's fighter and damage the Ace's from the ground , using only the Dark Side. After this the fiend successfully absconded to the Sith Embassy on Alderaan , forcing the two pilots to break off any further pursuit. From there I can only assume this Dark-Side Abomination made his way to any number of Sith-Held worlds , likely to continue whatever corrupted and evil deeds he takes pleasure in committing." There was a mounting agitation and disgust in her words as she spoke , finally causing her to break off and calm herself - as ever , by reciting the Jedi Code. "I knew someone possessing of this level of Dark corruption should be brought to the Council's attention with the upmost haste. I have a holo-recording of the incident from the Wingman'a onboard flight-computer I can transmit to you if you'd like me to , Master Mashayekhi. I am always willing to serve and conduct the Will of the Force , whatever that may be." As if to punctuate her statement the blindfolded woman bowed once more , just as reverential as before. 
 
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@folclor


Zerek groaned, more tempted than ever to get them to switch out. "Yeah, let's just leave you awake. There's absolutely nothing that can backfire with that course of action." His voice dripped with venom and refined irony, making it abundantly clear exactly what he thought of that particular option. "Please tell me I don't need to explain why I don't want you around all the time." His hand was currently occupied with rubbing his forehead to try and relieve stress, which was obviously not working. He did agree with Why'nn, he just wanted Sanguina gone with as little mess as possible. "I'm pretty sure Why'nn would like to be awake too, y'know." In his head he was making plans to rob a liquor store or five, just to make sure he didn't have to remember dealing with this. And maybe pick up something that would acclimate him to excess weirdness.
 
Hoth

A lightsaber is really handy in a lot of cases. It not only provides warmth, but it's useful for defending yourself when your in a cave full of murderous robots that really just want to kill you. So far he'd been using the electro-staff he picked up from the first droid to defend himself. The thing was too long, and heavy for even both of his hands, and it was really uncomfortable to use. Especially since the grip was leather, and the staff itself was mainly metal. Cold and metal don't mixed, and he nearly froze his hands off everytime he tried to fight. He left it behind somewhere on a wall. A few minutes of walking after that, he encountered another droid. They did battle, Zakut using his lightsaber, the droid with an electro-staff. He didn't know how to use swords or anything to fight, but everything came to him like it was second nature. He was moving purely on instinct without thinking, and he was sure some of the strikes the droid was throwing at him should've broken his arm.

Fighting felt good, he felt like he was untouchable. He wasn't, as he nearly god damn well near shocked to death when a droid sneaked up behind him. He should've seen it coming. He could feel the droids before they even approached him. He wasn't sure if it was a sixth sense or his antennae on his head picking up vibrations in the cave. As of now, his walk was peaceful, despite the cold chilling him to the bone. He was currently walking up a slope, in which wind from.... somewhere, threatened to blow him away every few seconds. After inspecting the lightsaber grip further, he realized there were finger grooves built into it. They were a little small, probably built for a human, but they were curvy. Was it possible the builder made it comfortable for all species to hold it comfortably? It was also long, and it felt more comfortable in his left hand, rather than his right It probably would impede his ability to fight, seeing as he's right handed, but he got used to it.

When he got to the top of the slope, he reached a round, circular room. There were blocks of stone littered around the room, some even frozen into the wall. He held his head as it felt like a gale of rage suddenly smashed into his brain. His vision darkened, and he couldn't hear for a moment. He fell to his knees, holding his head. He could make out the whispers of multiple voices, coming from every direction. Some feminine, others masculine. He could even make out a Rodian's voice, distinguished by the Rodese language, laced with multiple vulgar and profane words. The voices quickly faded, but Zakut's head still ached. His vision slowly returned, and for a moment, he could've swore he saw purple streams of.. something fly into the stones. He saw one kind of had  a structure of a human. He got to his feet quickly. He dizzily ran his hand across the icy, cold wall of the room he was in. He approached one of the stones. It lookd like there was a large rectangular slate on top of the stone. It could be a coffin of some sort? He pushes the top off of the coffin, and sees a lot of assorted bones. They weren't like when you opened a cnormal coffin, with the bones having the same structure as the person who died. But these ones were mixed  up, and pushed around. The longer he stared, the more they kind of looked like words What language it was win, he didn't know. But he couldn't read it. He moved on.

After about a half an hour, there was no coffin left unopened all of the bones were assorted into the words he couldn't read. There was one still left unopened, but it was WAY out of his reach It was on top of an ice pillar, the top shaped like a crown, or a hand. Something told him he had to get up there. At first, he tried the straight forward approach. He tried jumping, like an idiot. But he was sure that he got a little higher every time he tried But he was sure it was just his imagination. He tried searching the room for any hidden elevator mechanisms, and he tried climbing. He quit after the first few attempts of slipping and falling.

At some point, droids had entered the room. He could tell once he heard the crunching of the snow behind him. He quickly pulled his lightsaber from out of his jacket, and ignited it, the crimson red blade extending from the hilt. He began swinging in a blind fury. He heard a few hits connect with what he assumed was a droid. He couldn't tell, he had closed his eyes upon igniting his saber. When he opened them, he saw a droid, cut into multiple pieces lying on the ground. Looking up, he saw at least 20 more all with their electro-staves. There was no way he'd survive this, and he knew it. He croaked, "Go away.." in basic.He doubt they'd be able to understand his Rodese. They all stepped forward in sync. "Go away!" he shouted this time, as if they'd listen. They began to advance slowly. Zakut swiped his arm across the air in front of him, as if trying to tell them to stop with gestures. "No!" he said again, and closed his eyes. He felt a warmness in his gut, then it spread throughout his entire body. The warmth spreads through his arm, and seemed to exit through his hand. He heard multiple clatters, and clanking of metal against metal. Then there was a terrible grinding noise coming from behind him. When he opened his eyes, he saw the droids scattered across the room, some flattened against walls, others in crumpled heaps on the ground. They weren't moving. When he turned, he saw that the pillar of ice, at some point, had lowered. The coffin was open, and the bones lay assorted into more words. But this time, there was another lightsaber below the words. Something in his head hissed, "Mesinis iv nuyak mesinis, midwan anas nu kaxai zin, passed kalv sulig ny iv nuyak berniuk. Sis ardu'kardas kash tu'iea, ir zhol represents tu. Elgtis zhol kia ardyti visa kuris oppose tu." He didn't know what it meant. He expected something to happen when he took the lightsaber, but nothing did. He just stood there, looking at the ligtsaber. Now he had two of them.

'Double the product, double the credits!'


 
 
Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@HK Fifty


The sentinel noted the shift in weapon hand from 01's right to his left. 'Trying something new as well. Good, can't extort the same thing each time.'


Delrick's left blade came around to parry the thrust towards his own left side, the droids right side, and down as the Grey Jedi stepped into a forward pivot, bringing his right foot forward. While his left blade parried the thrust down, the right blade came up and around to strike at the his opponents head. This would be an obvious attack vector given the length and geometry of the weapon. 


Expecting the assassin droid to dodge, Delrick prepared to thrust the right blade towards his chest plates. 


But if the right blade was not dodged for some reason the blow would just come to tap the cranial plating.


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Jedi Council - Tython (Secure Channel)


Jedi Master Otto Mashayekhi listened intently as the Shadow reported her grave and disturbing information. "That is most troubling. Transmit the guncam holo so the council may review it, and hopefully identify this Sith Lord." His lekku twitched ever so subtly and a finger tapped his chin. "Given this new situation, the runaway and the droid, while still needing to be found and dealt with, can be set aside for now." The Twilek master starred at the Shadow. "Track down and gather what you can on this unknown Sith Lord, but if he is as powerful as we are led to believe do not engage unless there it is the only option to protect yourself." Both hands folded back into the sleeves of his robes. "Get as close as you can and learn everything there is to know. We must find a weak spot, a shatter point, before one this strong can be taken care of." His voice remained the same even tone. 
 
Korriban (Secure Channel)


Costa nodded as Kaen instructed him to leave, turning and walking out the door.  He didn’t attempt to speak at all to Eek, and he had a feeling that Eek didn't want to speak to him.  Instead he headed straight for the infirmary, where he let a medical droid take a look at his hand.  The droid spent several minutes trying to insist that he stay in the infirmary, but when Costa mentioned that he was leaving on a mission soon, the droid gave him a kolto injection and sent him on his way.  The sensation of regrowing his own nerve endings was certainly painful, but Costa didn't make a sound as he headed back to his room.


Once back, Costa set about packing his things, using the force to carry them to his bag.  While that was happening he pulled out his datachron, which had been disguised to look like sith equipment, and set it on his desk.  Once he made sure that his door was locked, he created a small visual and auditory Force illusion around himself to fool any cameras and microphones in the room.  Then he activated it, pressing a button to connect him to the Order's secure communication network.  "This is Costa Adag, reporting in."


@folclor @Fumes (maybe @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty.  I'm not sure if it would be the same secure network, or who wants to be Costa's handler.)
 
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Alderaan


@Proletariat


So it wanted to be that way.  She frowned slightly.  "I'm not going to go away, you know.  I'm just going to stand here, talking to you, until you start talking back.  Then maybe I'll leave.  But if you want this tiny human annoyance out of your oh so complex circuitry you'll have to talk to me."  If he needed annoying she would give him annoying.


Hyperspace - En-Route to Hoth


@shadowstrikr25


"So you're a jerk."  She sighed and leaned back.  "I just... I want to live, okay?"  Sanguina hated having to be around other people that weren't her master.  She wanted to be alone so she could talk to him.  "She doesn't like talking to me and you apparently don't, either.  Fine.  Have her back, then."
 
Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


HK-50-01 was minorly dissapointed to see his blade parried to the wrong side , but fortunately managed to withdraw his striking right arm before it could compromise him. The overhead strike by the Dual-bladed weapon's right edge was rather unsubtle , and the class-four droid weaved out of it's projected path quickly. The quite uncharacteristic obviousness of the Grey Jedi's attack had him wary , however , and so when the same right blade came rushing towards his crimson-highlighted ebony chest plating he had just enough time to deflect it harmlessly to his left. Taking what he hoped was an opening , the mechanized warrior moved to shove his right elbow into the man's midsection. It didn't have the force behind it to do anything more than knock him back a few paces - a position from which he would try to use his left leg to forcefully kick the war-sword from his opponents grasp. If this sequence somehow succeeded in exactly the way he intended , his right leg would be the only thing supporting his weight , leaving him unstable and open to counter-attack. 


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Alderaan (Secure Channel)


Alashar quickly transmitted the holodisks' data as soon as it was requested , already having inserted the disk into the console's data port. Hearing what amounted to a temporary cessation to her hunt for the droid and it's Dark Jedi master dismayed her slightly , but she knew the Sith Lord was a much greater threat than either of the former - and as ever , she'd do what the Council bid her. What truly astonished the Shadow was being instructed to merely watch the Sith instead of trying to remove his corrupting influence at the earliest possibility , as she had always been instructed to (and , save for the halted mission against the fallen Padawan and his Assassin , always done). She knew that the Jedi Council was , as ever , far wiser than she could ever hope to be , but she couldn't shake the feeling of incongruity the order held. 


So it was that , for a brief moment , the Miraluka's expression carried a sense of consternation - and perhaps even a bit of Displeasure - but as ever a simple shake of her head and a reverentially inflected recitation of the Jedi Code cleared her of such feelings , returning her to her typical state of serenity. A Jedi Council Member would possess a far more complete understanding of the situation than she , after all. Once again the devout Jedi woman bowed before adressing the highly placed Master , whether she was truly beholden to or not. "I shall do exactly as you instruct , Master Mashayekhi. I transmitted the requested footage as soon as you bid it of me , along with other information the Ace provided me. As soon as I learn more of this Sith Lord - a location , his name , whatever abohorrent position he holds - I'll contact the Council as soon as I'm able. Is there anything more the Council requires of me , Master , or shall I continue carrying out my solemn duty of puryfing the Galaxy?" As always , she'd wait for the Twi'lek to end the communication first , even should she be told there was nothing else required of her - and by now Otto would be quite aware of the fact. Indeed nearly all of the Council knew of Alashar's sometimes excessively devoted ways , and most had previously dealt with it.
 
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HYPERSPACE - EN ROUTE TO HOTH


@folclor


Zerek rolled his eyes and was close to making a finger gun to shoot himself with. Such was the pain of dealing with someone where the simplest solution just wasn't working. "Yeah, but I'm a jerk who also likes living and not doing things to directly get me killed." He was about to go into more detail when there was a beeping coming from his console. 'Hooray! A distraction! Wondering when something was going to happen.' Looking at the console, it said that someone was calling him. "Pleasant. I've got a call to take. Try to not break anything, please." And with that, Zerek disappeared into the lounge, closing the door behind him.
 
Hyperspace - En route to Hoth


@shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15


When she was finally alone, Sanguina used the Force to break the entry panel into the cockpit, thereby locking Zerek out.  Then she pulled out her personal holocom and called her master.  She very much wanted to be with him again and she'd only been waiting for the right time to call.  Stupid Why'nn keeping the others around...  Stupid Zerek agreeing with Daddy.  She would make them pay later.  For now, she needed contact with her master, she needed a way to leave.
 
Korriban Shuttleport near Sith Academy:


Marius, otherwise known as Lord Asipra made his way off the loading ramp of the shuttle he took from the Space Station orbiting above Korriban where he docked his ship, glancing around in a calculating manner hidden underneath his armored mask while wearing his battle armor, he strolled toward the Academy, the force radiating off of him as if to inform the Acolytes and Apprentices to back off and move away or be struck down by his dual lightsaber, the hilts shining in the korriban sun on his sides attached to his belt, nodding to the guardsmen as they bowed while he walked passed intent on looking for either an Overseer or a Darth that is here now, so he spread out his senses in search for a Darth first.
 
Kalee


@folclor


Nah-Iblen screamed in rage as he repeatedly stabbed the Mumuu in the neck, the boar-like Kaleesh predator not slowing in its charge.  It had missed him with its tusks, but the sith had still gotten lifted into the air, and now the Mumuu was charging towards a tree, likely with the intention of smashing him to paste.  Curse these beasts and their double-heart.  With a final yell, Nah-Iblen drove the point of his blade into the beast's eye, following up with a palm-strike to the hilt that forced the knife into its brain.  The beast stumbled in its charge and fell, sliding along the ground as Nah-Iblen kicked off of its chest and vaulted over it.  When the Mumuu's dead body crashed into the tree, Nah-Iblen sighed and walked over to it, pulling his knife from its body.


Winded, he sat against its carcass and inspected his injuries.  In the heat of the Kaleesh jungle he'd discarded the robes he usually wore, and was now clothed in little more than some short pants he wore under his usual attire, a bag slung across his back with his datachron, lightwhip, and a few other items inside, and the bandoliers of knives that were normally concealed beneath his robes.  The biting insects didn't bother him, nothing compared to the swarms of Dathomir that would strip the flesh from one's bones.  He'd found a plant that was of a similar species to one he was familiar with, and ground the leaves into a poultice that repelled insects.  Still, with no shirt on he could see the red mark on his chest where the Mumuu's charge had hit him, and it would no doubt leave a nasty bruise.  Fortunately, his "business" should be less than a mile from his current location, and he should be there within the hour.


As he cleaned his knife on some leaves, he heard a ping from his datachron.  He slung his bag off of his back and fished around for his datachron.  He set it on the jungle floor and activated it, remaining seated on the back of his kill.  "This is Darth Nah-Iblen.  Who is this?"  He wasn't too concerned about using his real name and title.  He'd removed the tracking beacon from his personal datachron long ago, and only a Sith would be using his frequency.  He might've been a bit more formal normally, but he'd just used a knife to kill a beast that usually took two or three men armed with spears to bring down.  He was tired, his chest hurt, and he'd been walking for the better part of a day.  In his mind, that gave him the right to drop ceremony for a little bit.
 
Hyperspace - En-route to Hoth


@TommyGun15


"Master!" Sanguina greeted.  She kept her voice quiet so Zerek would be less likely to hear her.  "We're on our way to Hoth.  My legs are having trouble right now.  Where are you?"  Her image would be steady on the holo.  Her legs dangled, useless.  "I want to come home."  All the while, she paid attention in case Zerek decided to come back in somehow.  If he did she would abruptly cut off the feed.
 
Kalee


@folclor


Nah-Iblen grinned at the image of Sanguina hovering above hosting datacron.  "It is wonderful to see you my apprentice.  I am on planet Kalee, making my way through the jungle to a small settlement where I have a few business ventures.  With my home on Dathomir destroyed, I will need to spend some time gathering my resources."  He stopped and frowned.  "It pains me to say that I will not be able to come and get you in the near future.  However, I do have something that can help you."


Nah-Iblen pressed a few buttons on his datacron, and a message alert appeared on Sanguina's device.  "I've sent a video file to your message box.  Have Why'nn watch it, and make sure you're alone when she does.  The video will plant a series of hypnotic commands that will instruct Why'nn's mind to sleep for eight hours a day.  Hopefully, this extra time will give you an opportunity to escape."  Nah-Iblen hissed slightly, his injury causing him pain.  "For now, I think it's best we discuss a plan for you to reach me.  Our primary obstacle will be Delrick.  Tell me, is  on the ship with you?"
 
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Hoth Orbit (Cloaked)


@HK Fifty


Had Delrick the time or free mental ability he would have smirked when his thrust was pushed to the side. This brought the rear(left) blade coming around to strike at the class four droids neck area, while he stepped forward, bringing the hilt of the large weapon to cover his midsection as he pressed the attack. Which meant the elbow came in and struck his unprotected left ribs, knocking the wind from him momentarily. But with his feet placed firmly beneath him, the Grey Jedi rolled with impact as much as he could coughing out a grunt as he forced the left blade to continue in towards 01's neck. 


It had been a while since the Grey Jedi had been able to use the double-bladed style he had chosen, it almost felt awkward, but he had been in his guise of Imperial Agent for so long the ability to practice sufficiently had been placed in the background. Better to suffer bruises and bleed now rather then die on the battle field.


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Jedi Council - Tython (Secure Channel)


Jedi Master Otto Mashayekhi could sense the unease in the Miraluka women. "Thank you for the data, it is just coming through." He smirked a little, knowing she did not like being shifted from one task to another before it was concluded, and especially when she would be close enough to actually end such a threat before it would be a greater problem for the council and the Galaxy. "This Shadow does not like, or at least, feel comfortable with these new directives." He nodded and stepped closer to the holo-projector. "The council of First Knowledge wishes to test the Shadow in her ability to not only end threats, but to draw near to them without being detected." His head tilted forward a hair and his lekku twitched. "Or least not giving away her true purpose if spotted." Standing tall and nodding to her final request. "Continue your work as you always have, when it is time to purify this threat the Shadow will know it. Either through communications or through the Force." With that the holo-projection flickered away into blackness. Leaving her alone in her ship.


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 Jedi Council - Tython (Secure Channel)


@TommyGun15


Jain Ordaine heard the transmitter beep alerting her to an incoming secure transmission. Letting out a small sigh as she stood moved to the secure communications console. "Agent Costa, verification authenticated. What do you have to report?" The Jedi Master stood with her arms crossed over her chest. She stood just over a meter and a half tall, short for humans, but had helped her hide and blend into crowds when she was a knight. The image and sound coming through would be distorted and scrambled, visually as choppy images and auditory as undulating high and low pitches. This level of encryption was only used for deep cover agents and sentinels, in the unlikely event they were recorded or observed, to protect the identity of the their handler. These level of undercover agents only ever knew or contacted one individual to help keep the council insulated with plausible deniability. 


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Dantooine


@Wintermute @folclor


Chuka walked down the ramp onto the sunlit grasslands, each of steps looking like it had Neuranium in his boots and on his shoulders. Looking at Illya, knowing she would most likely stick with him, and then to the Errin; who he hoped would stay. He spoke loud enough for both to hear. "My Clan. Clan Lone has been dis-banned, due to ijaat payt Nor'be. (Dishonor)" His shoulders sagged as he spoke. "Ni cuy' an ibac cuyir payt. Kelir gar Gaa'tayl ni gotal'ur tug'yc ner aliit? (I am all that is left. Will you help me rebuild my clan?)" His tone pleading, as much as one so proud of his and his clan's accomplishments, who could not believe it had happened, could be. 
 
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Hyperspace - En-route to Hoth


@TommyGun15


"Kalee?  I've never been there."  She frowned at his obvious pain.  "Eight hours a day?  That will be wonderful!  Oh, thank you Master."  That brought a smile.  "No.  I'm on a ship with Zerek, the annoying one, and his HK.  Why'nn shocked that one, then got all sad.  I took over shortly after.  I think they're going to try and merge me with her."  Her expression became serious.  "I don't want to die.  I don't want to go back to her!"
 
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Alderaan


@Proletariat


So it wanted to be that way.  She frowned slightly.  "I'm not going to go away, you know.  I'm just going to stand here, talking to you, until you start talking back.  Then maybe I'll leave.  But if you want this tiny human annoyance out of your oh so complex circuitry you'll have to talk to me."  If he needed annoying she would give him annoying.


Hyperspace - En-Route to Hoth


@shadowstrikr25


"So you're a jerk."  She sighed and leaned back.  "I just... I want to live, okay?"  Sanguina hated having to be around other people that weren't her master.  She wanted to be alone so she could talk to him.  "She doesn't like talking to me and you apparently don't, either.  Fine.  Have her back, then."
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Alderaan


The assassin's cold yellow eyes remained constantly staring ahead. The droid wondered if there was a way to get the meat sack to leave, if by some miracle there was an arrangement of words to get the annoyance to leave his presence at once. One thing was for certain, he believed what she said. Meatbags had a way of being annoyingly persistent, he never understood how something so capricious and squishy could wield determination the way certain meatbags did. 'It's only a pubescent meatling, it should be easy to deter it, a couple insults and capital denial and it's hormones will have it frothing or crying.' 


"Statement: I have nothing to say to you meat sack. Leave me to sleep in this prison." His voice was jagged, mechanical and unpleasant to the ear.
 
Kalee


@folclor


Nah-Iblen grinned as Sanguina reported her situation.  This would be easier than he thought.  "Delrick isn't there?  Good, that makes things easier.  Do you have access to the ship's cockpit?  If so, I can give you the coordinates to Kalee, and you can try to change the ship's course manually."  As he spoke, Nah-Iblen cut away a bit of meat from the Mumuu and zapped it with Force lightning.  Once it was slightly charred, he popped the meat into his mouth.  Not the best meal he'd ever had, but it was something.


Korriban - Jedi Secure Channel


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Costa bowed as the holocron crackled to life, then gave his report with a serious face.  "I'd like to report the sudden disappearance of Darth Trakus, which has left Darth Kaen the only Darth stationed at the academy.  While there are reports that a Sith by the name of Lord Aspirations is to arrive soon, I do not know if he intends to take charge.  Darth Manara's second-in-command, the torturer by the name of Darth Nah-Iblen, has not returned to Korriban either, although some of the instructors claim that his force prescence has not left the galaxy.  It is possible that he may return at some point in the future."


Costa was quiet for a moment, thinking about how he wanted to broach this next topic.  "I have... one other thing to report.  The Sith Lord Darth Kaen has invited myself and one other acolyte to embark on a mission with her.  Outwardly she says we're going along as sparring partners for her apprentice, but I believe she has ulterior motives.  I doubt my cover has been blown, as if had she likely would've publicly executed me.  However, it is possible she may be searching for a new apprentice.  How should I proceed with this?"


Dargas


Dargas awoke in the infirmary, still in pain from the beating he'd taken from the instructor he'd attacked.  He'd gotten used to waking up here in the past few days.  Not that pain was anything new to him.  At the very least he wasn't constantly starving anymore, and that had given him a bit more time to think than he normally did.  While he didn't intend on speaking to anyone anytime soon, perhaps it would be in his best interest to learn some things.  How to read for example.  He knew a bit about that, but not near enough to understand some of the books at the Academy.  Maybe when he got out of here he'd try to find a... what was it called?  One of those books that says what words mean.
 
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