Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

sheesh

Zerek sighed as Why'nn answered his question, rubbing his forehead in irritation, just as Delrick responded and began questioning. Zerek tried to get a word in edgewise as he was asked a question, waiting until Delrick identified the smuggler ship in orbit. "No I wasn't followed. I'm gonna start with the bad news first. A certain Darth knows where we'll be, but it'll take him a while to actually get here. He's on some other planet right now. 09's getting more murdery so we may need to put him down if he gets out of line. And Why'nn kinda... can't... walk. Yeah. kindamyfaultthere. Good news is other than that she's OK and I got my entry ramp repaired."

As he was stalling to try and figure out what to say, Why'nn tried to move over to get a better look at her father. "You need a little help there?" He moved a little closer so she could actually see the image of Delrick and offering support if she needed it. "As far as the scavenger goes, let's leave them be. Unless they start attacking. Then I'm gonna try and get them to scram." If Zerek was anything right now, it was tired of the constant fights he seemed to be dragged into lately.

HK Fifty · Mar 31, 2017

Hoth Orbit (cloaked)

Grim Wraithe Stjerna

HK-50-01 inclined his head rather sheepishly when the human stated his belief that the hopefully less-powerful bolts would merely injure. In actuality , he wasn't sure if the bolts would truly be de-powered at all , and wouldn't simply retain the same lethality they had before his impromptu modifications. Naturally , he didn't say this - who was he to disavow a superior of any notion? Much less slow down the proceeding combat any longer than he already had. 'Asides , it only has a 30% chance of failure - and that's counting if the 4th wire on the left side was to the lift mechanism!' Additonally , he was superbly relieved to hear the Gray Jedi's intentions to use only basic Force powers - if he weren't on the very cusp of a duel , he'd have profusely thanked the man for what he saw as a great kindness.

However , just after the droid fired (and just before his intended follow-up moves with his blade) , he heard the communications terminal chirped. He had already returned to a neutral stance (or , at least , as much of one as he could manage with his twisted left leg) by the time his sparring partner had held up his hand and requested him to stop , but nodded his assent regardless. The ardently loyal droid nearly followed his Mistress' father into the bridge , wishing to learn about Why'nn's current status , but instead stayed in the main hold. After all , if there was anything he was permitted to know , he would simply be told of it afterwards - trying to insert himself into the conversation would simply garner displeasure , something he strongly wished to avoid.

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Hoth Orbit (cloaked)

folclor

T7-V8 was , unusually , awake when he heard what he immediately assumed to be the assassin droid's blaster firing in the ship's Main Hold. In a moment he was swiftly rolling off in that direction , rather displeased that someone else was starting to damage his ship. When he arrived there , a bare moment after his Master had set off for the bridge , he scrutinized the two unsightly smudges , before turning his glare towards the droid that was quite obviously the cause. 'No , he didn't try to ruin my ship because he himself wanted to. He's too submissive to do anything like that without being ordered to , which means.. Master Delrick-!'

Like a blaster bolt the squat astromech droid darted to the bridge , where he correctly assumed Delrick to be. Unlike the Class-Four droid still in the Main Hold , he started speaking the moment he arrived , regardless of what else the man could be engaged in. "Oh Master , I must know what idea , so very much beyond my faintest grasp , it was that prompted you to request our loyal mechanical servant to fire his weapon within the walls of our oh-so-carefully maintained ship. Are the workings of your Glorious and holy brain so completely beyond the comprehension of my base mechanical processing unit that I find no understanding of your impulses , my most powerful and wise Master? Do you believe I am faltering in my devotion to my most holy of holy duties , and seek to give your ardent servant yet more holy tasks , simply that he may strain to prove his worth?" He was speaking loud enough to be heard by the two organics on the communicator screen , though without an ability to understand the rather confusing language of droid-speak one would simply hear a long string of beeps and whistles with a faint tone of sarcasm and exasperation embedded within them.

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Hoth Orbit

While the two 'Fleshsacks' sat on the bridge and spoke to each other , HK-50-09 had been occupied in the ship's cargo hold repairing himself - and once that was complete , pacing the deck. Naturally he was still blood-thirsty and displeased , but even he was Intellegent enough to understand that trying to kill either the Sith or the Thief now would only result in his death. So , as much narcissistic rage as it caused him , he would keep his murderous intentions within his thoughts and stay aloof from them all , including his fellow Droids. 'But when I get an Electric Inhibitor.. oh , they'll all regret they day they chose to deny my superiority. They'll regret ever meeting me! They've made the most catastrophic mistake of their meaningless Fleshsack lives by challenging me and they're not even aware of it - but they will be when I kill all of them! Oh , they will be.. They'll only wish I had terminated them then!'

TommyGun15 · Apr 1, 2017

Kaen's Ship

shadowstrikr25

Costa knew better than to ask questions about the medical droids, and simply waited for the ship to take off. He had a distinct feeling he'd be made to suffer for getting medical attention prior to boarding the ship, although he hadn't actually brought any Kolto injectors aboard. He hadn't even been given an injector in the medical wing, as the Droid had done the injection itself then sent him away, as was the protocol. But, pointing any of this out was likely to result in harsher punishment, so Costa kept silent. The only thing he did prior to taking his seat was to surrender his lightsaber to Kaen's, as she had instructed when she told them they were going with her.

Grammatic · Apr 1, 2017

Dromund Kaas-Kaas City

Rain fell in endless sheets across Kaas city. The weather hardly bothered the millions of citizens living within the capital of the Sith Empire. Most of them had been born here, and grew up constantly soaked. To them, it was just another normal day. However, for those who were not born on Dromund Kaas, it was very annoying.

Darth Alpharius stood within his office in the Imperial Citadel, watching the rain run down the window. He rarely stepped outside when it rained, he did not enjoy getting soaked to the bone. For that reason, and a few others, Alpharius chose to spend very little time on Dromund Kaas. He only ever came to the capital when the Dark Council was in session, or he had to deal with...personal affairs. A chime at the door drew Alpharius away from his revere. Turning to face the door, he reached over to pick his mask up off the desk, quickly situating it on his face.

"Enter." The door to the office slid open silently, revealing an armored figure standing outside.Captain Tragon, a Imperial army officer who had personaly sworn his loyalty to Alpharius when he payed off his families debts. He was competent enough, and his willingness to do what was asked was useful. Such loyalties were useful, and in all honesty, expendable. He quickly entered the office and bowed to Alpharius before speaking. "My lord, I bring word from the Council. Due to troubles with connecting to the councilors abroad, the meeting has been delayed." He knew what was coming next, and the soldier quickly exited the room.

Bare moments after he left, Alpharius shot his hand out, gripping a droid waiting on standby and throwing it out the window. It crashed to the ground outside, scaring the people nearby.

Walking to the now open window, Alpharius looked out over the city again. The news angered him, it meant more time he had to spend on this bloody planet. He turned to the other droid waiting in the room, now cowering in fear at the prospect of doom. "Send word to the janitorial staff, I want this window replaced within the hour." The droid quickly nodded, and sped out of the room.

(Just setting up his first location)

Grim Wraithe Stjerna · Apr 1, 2017

Hoth Orbit (Cloaked)

sheesh

Delrick heard the information and quickly processed it. "Alright we'll deal with him once we're planet side and finish this discussion about my daughter." His holographic head turned to look directly at Zerek for a long moment, they kind of look that only a concerned father could give, saying 'You're lucky she's alive.' He then looked to Why'nn and gave her a small smile and wink. He checked the sensors again, getting a very good read on the scavenger's ship. "But first that freighter knows you're here, but it doesn't look like they're going doing anything about it. Let's see what he does once you start making your way to the landing coordinates."
In the background the chirping and beeping of an annoyed astromech could be heard. "Yes. T7, I felt like you did not have enough to do so I decided to start shooting the ship to cause more work for you." The amount of snark in that sentence was incredible. "Buddy they're just smudges, we'll talk about it later." Giving the sassy droid a stern look and raised eyebrow.

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Dantooine

Wintermute

Grammatic

The pilot looked out through the hatch and shook his head. "Think we should tell him?" The co-pilot shrugged and nodded. "May as well, he's gonna want to kyr'amur a kebi." (Kill something) Letting out a sigh the pilot nodded and walked down to the grassy plain. "Su'cuy ruus'alor! A signal came in..." (Hey Sarge!) He hesitated just a moment as he approached the older warrior, knowing there was a good chance the messenger would get the brunt of it. Squaring his shoulders and stepping to within arms reach, not showing any fear. "It's the recall message." The pilot looked to Illya as well. "It has the chakaar's code hidden in the data." (scumbag) The disgust in his voice evident.

Chuka turning his head out of habit of hearing the call for his old title, though not really hearing what was being said. But when he heard 'Recall' and 'chakaar' he snapped back to the present, bringing the firey rage with him. Before he could think his left arm shot out in a blur, the gloved hand clamped around the throat of the pilot and squeezed. "Gar dinuir miit?" (Did you reply?)

The pilot did not know what happened or how, but all he knew was that he could not breath and he was confused. He knew he was not taller then his ruus'alor and brother in arms. That's when some fear seeped into his mind as he realized Chuka was holding him off the ground as well as choking him.

"Vaii cuyir kaysh?!" (Where is he?!) Chuka had to know. Needed to know where Rylos was. "VAII!" (WHERE!)

The co-pilot came running out waving his arms. "Ruus'alor! We just verified it! How should we answer?"

Wintermute · Apr 2, 2017

Dantooine

folclor

Things were happening a little fast for Errin to completely understand what was going on. Chuka's clan had been dishonored; Chuka was absolutely devastated at news of this and he was also desperate. Errin waited outside, as the warrior had asked him when he entered the ship: he wanted to help them. They were honorable, they were kind and they were strong-hearted. Being clanless, Errin couldn't even begin to imagine the pain Chuka was going through but... he could feel it. When the warrior exited again, Ilya had shown him support and they were quite public of their affection, in mandalorian standards. Of course, Errin wasn't exactly in tune with all the Mandalorian customs, and he had lived with all kinds of races: a Keldabe Kiss was quite normal and acceptable to him. He just stood there, pondering his options for a second.

He was about to speak out when the pilot came running out with news. He said something about a scumbag, and something about a recall message. Errin was quite confused now, but when he experienced Chuka's violent outburst, grabbing the pilot by the neck. Errin was poised immediately to stop this, he looked to Ilya, so as to show her he didn't want to hurt Chuka, just stop him from killing the pilot in a fit of rage. "Vod, luubid! kaysh ash'amur meh gar nayc gev" (Comrade, enough! He'll die if you don't stop!) He approached Chuka and put a hand on his arm, so that he would realize what he was doing. Just then, the copilot ran out of the ship, yelling he had found something.

shadowstrikr25 · Apr 3, 2017

HOTH ORBIT

sheesh

It occurred to Zerek that maybe telling him that he was responsible for Why'nn's current paralysis may have been a bad idea. As Delrick glared at him, he could only laugh nervously. "So, uh... funny story. Her other personality was in control, I was having my head fucked with, and she decided to start trying to cut her way out of my ship. Not wanting my ship to get wrecked, I bluffed that I had come around and wanted to help her, then used stun shots to knock her out. Which caused her to fall on her own saber. Apparently hers doesn't shut off when it hits the floor. Yeah." He let out another nervous chuckle, trying not to incriminate himself more than he already had. 'I am sooo dead.'

Zerek did indeed start moving the ship down towards the planet's surface, heading to the coordinates transmitted, still rather nervous about what Delrick was going to do to him now, thinking of something that might help him live another day or, failing that, long enough to jump out of the system and hide. "Oh! And her other personality contacted Iblen, who sent a file that was supposed to put her in control 8 hours a day. I promptly deleted it off her device, but I have it on my own if you want to take a look later." Then, like lightning, an urgent question hit Zerek, one that needed to be answered. "Is the booze still on your ship? I think we might need it."

HK Fifty · Apr 4, 2017

Hoth Orbit (cloaked)

shadowstrikr25

T7-V8 sat in sheer awe of his Master's use of such monumental sarcasm for quite some time - more than long enough for the renegade to say his piece. His Master utilized such remarks so sparingly that he tended to react with pleased surprise when even a minor one was utilized - that one with such tremendous resonance was used served to nearly unsettle him. For a brief moment he wondered just what it was that triggered such a remark , but quickly decided it wasn't his concern.

Of course , the Class-Two droid still responded , speech carrying as much sarcasm as ever. "I shall follow your order as if it were the very laws of reality , Master. I realize now that my petty concerns are so slight as to deserve not so much as a passing mention before your divine machinations , nor the preeminent concerns of your Pantheonic progeny. I shall return to my holy duty a mollified servant of your will , and thus patiently await such a time as you deign to grace one so lowly as I with your all-important presence." Despite his words , the mechanic didn't depart for the cargo or main hold - not immediately , at any rate.

Grim Wraithe Stjerna · Apr 5, 2017

Hoth Orbit (cloaked)

sheesh

Delrick let out a slow controlled breath, letting the building tension in his jaw and shoulders flow out of him like water vapor venting from a hot cup of csssius tea. 'No drop shutdown on her saber?' Several frustrated and angry thoughts flashed in the Grey Jedi's mind, none of them. But they were just that, flashes in the pan. None taking hold or affecting his emotional state. "You are just a fount of good news aren't you?" 'My daughter is hurt and that monster knows where we are. This is such a good day.'

The sensors showed the scavenger/smuggler freighter was not showing interest in Zerek's ship, so Delrick slowly eased hips own ship closer to the freighter, still acting as a shield of sorts. As he drew closer, he felt slight tingly sensationson on the back of his neck. Very similar to how he felt when he first met Zerek, or any other Force sensitive being. Blinking he looked back to Zerek. "Yes, it's still here. I think you're right, we'll all sit down and have a chat about the events that got us to the current situation." The holographic figure looked between the renegade and his daughter.

Hearing the snark filled comments of the astromech caused Delrick heave a sigh through his nose. "Excellent. You sit there and wait." 'Really need to tone down that sass.'

Looking back to the freighter the Sentinel Master sent a telepathic probe. 'I know you're there.' A calm voice would echo in Zakut's mind, almost like someone was standing behind him. Delrick did not expect a reply, he knew must Force-adepts were able to use telepathy to some degree, but very few of them were actually skilled enough to participate in actual telepathic conversations. So this was a test of sorts to see what and who was on that ship.
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Dantooine

Wintermute

Grammatic

The helmeted head of older warrior turned slowly to stare at the hand on his arm then to its owner; behind the tinted visor daggers of rage flew from the amber-brown eyes.
With a slow nod Chuka released the pilot and stepped away from him.

The co-pilot held his ground, knowing his compatriot would recover, they had known Chuka for years and they understood the importance of Aliit(clan/family). "Ruus'alor, meg gar copad at sirbur?" (Sarge, what do you want to say?) Kneeling on the ground coughing the pilot tried to recover as quickly as he could, knowing they may be leaving immediately. Though he was a bit angry at being choked, it was only partly at Chuka, and mostly at himself for being caught of guard.

Still glaring at Errin, Chuka answered, his tone dark and dangerous. Like a rancor inn a fighting pit and injured. "Sirbur, vi susulur bal suvarir." (Say, We hear and understand.) Which was the usual response for a recall for the old group. "Then set the coordinates and get us there."

Standing and placing a hand on the co-pilot's shoulder the pilot, a bit shaky and hoarse. "Kelir vaabir ruus'alor." (Will do Sergeant) Both pilots moved into the ship and sent the reply and began start up procedures.

The message was sent on the same frequency as the recall was received. The Mandalorians were coming to see their former comrade, Rylos.
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Alderaan

Proletariat

Ravish walked around the ship for a while, getting to know it as much as she could without actually flying it. She ended up in the engine room and absently flicking through the display readout. "I know padawan training can take a while..." Reading the diagnostic reports and talking to the engine. "And integrations can be tedious.... " A small abnormality caught her eye, nothing that would negatively impact the ship or even have been noticeable in a normal engine check. But it stood out to the Cathar pilot because of the high standards her crew chief held her pilots to for maintenance. "Well this won't take long to correct and it'll give me something to do."
Turning to the sub-light engines and nodding the Jedi Ace picked up a spanner and set to find tuning the minor discrepancy. "I know you don't know me, but I have a gentle touch. It's gonna be ok." Still speaking to the inanimate object before her; but to her every ship has a unique personality, a way of behaving, and some only seemed to respond to their owners or the technician who worked on them. And now since it looked like she would be spending a lot of time with this ship, Ravish wanted to get on her good side.

sheesh · Apr 5, 2017

Hoth Orbit
Grim Wraithe Stjerna
Zakut was about to ask again, receiving no response for his previous offer for a lightsaber. Maybe they couldn't afford it? That would be likely, most didn't have a few hundred thousand credits. He was about to hail his ship again, but then he felt strange, light headed, really. It felt like something was intruding, but nobody was on his ship, was there? Maybe someone from Hoth sneaked on? He froze, hearing a voice in his head, immediately whirling around in his chair and igniting his lightsaber, his eyes zipping around the room. No one was there, though. "Itu." He quietly cursed to himself. Maybe he was still tired from Hoth or something. He just needed to go back to sleep, but that probably wasn't a good idea when there was a ship near you. Falling asleep near people you don't trust is step one on how to get robbed.

Coming to the conclusion it was all in his head, he got the small thought to try and respond. It sounded ridiculous to him, but, he was pretty bored, and he wasn't getting a response on that lightsaber any time soon. Or atleast he thought so. He closed his eyes, thinking about what to say. 'Who's there?' He thought. It was a pretty dumb response, the voice clearing referring to him. Zakut was going crazy. He's hearing a voice in his head, and now he's trying to speak with it. Maybe going to the temple on Hoth wasn't such a good idea after all... He saw a ship heading somewhere out of the corner of his eye, but it was more of a blur of movement to him. He wasn't really paying attention to it. Maybe they were looking for lightsabers too?

HK Fifty · Apr 7, 2017

Hoth Orbit (cloaked)

shadowstrikr25

T7-V8's saucer-shaped cranial unit tilted downwards twenty-five degrees to the left direction when he heard the rather contradictory order. "The complex inner workings of your divine plan never cease to mystify my base mechanical understanding , my most Glorious Master." Despite his relentless sass , the droid did indeed do as ordered , though he did reposition himself to be directly beside what amounted to his Piloting station. It was unlikely he'd respond again unless he was specifically requested to - not due to the submissive nature most Droids possessed , but merely because the small Astromech tended towards inactivity.

folclor · Apr 7, 2017

Korriban

TommyGun15

Kaen raised an eyebrow. "First, it's Darth, not Lord." It was surprising that she didn't strike at him. "Secondly, the droids are drained of their kolto so good luck trying to get a quick fix. I'm not going to play nurse, so it will care for you. And if you keep asking such idiotic questions you'll swiftly find yourself sans head."

Alderaan

Proletariat

Atali knew she was missing the mark by a long shot but she had no idea what else to say. Peering up at the droid she considered her options. "So do you work for credits or freedom? My bet is no one likes you running around like you do. I mean, you nearly exploded yourself in the spaceport the other day. That just sounds like incompetence. What are you doing on Alderaan, anyway?"

Hoth Orbit

shadowstrikr25

Why'nn balked. "She did what?!" If her father hadn't been on the call she would've panicked, but since he knew about the situation now she didn't worry as much. "I-Is that why you need my holocomm? Can you destroy it and I'll get a new one with a different frequency?" Her voice was shaky and she dropped to the floor, hugging herself. "Please?"

Dantooine

Wintermute

Ilya was sick at the transmission, starting to pace. If she didn't have something to kill soon she'd snap. The Mandalorian clenched her fists as she tried to think of some way to kill that traitorous bastard even faster. They were going. They had to. But not fast enough. First the clan lost honor, then this. Maybe it wasn't her clan, but this was her business.

Proletariat · Apr 8, 2017

Alderaan

The droid's sheer annoyance at the constant chattering of the meatbag girl was beginning to surpass his will to be utterly obstinate. After considering his fate, his goals shifted from being absolutely no help whatsoever to the pipsqueak, to doing whatever it would take to get her out of his presence. This line of thinking also made him consider that he had not told anyone that he was the one to kill Darth Manara. Aside from the good-for-nothing progenitor (who would only tell his pathetic masters), no one knew it was HK-51-6P that slew the great darth. He was on the fence about whether or not to tell the girl, but he supposed now would be a good time to lead her on a goose chase anyway.

Although the droid did not sigh, his voice crackled to life in such a dull tone it was almost obvious that he would have if he felt the biological impulse to do so, "Statement: I came to Alderaan with a bucket of rust, useless obsolete HK-50 model and a sithling whelp. I am unsure why we came here, I was repairing in the cargo bay when we landed. As to why I tried to kill them all... well... I would not expect a puny being like you with such a primitive cognitive device to understand the depth of hatred I hold for your kind."

Around the corner, over one hundred meters down the narrow cell block hall, a small Bothan woman appeared in Rin's line of sight. Though it was far away, Rin could see that she was being escorted by two guards, both of which had expressions on their face that signaled distress and frustration. Though he did not know how, he knew this woman's appearance did not bode well for Atali, himself, or the galaxy at large. She walked quickly, with urgency and importance. She was dressed smartly, in a white blouse and business jacket with a medium length pencil skirt. The Bothan was not a warrior, the Jedi could gather as much from simple observation, but he sensed that she was a fighter nonetheless.

Lawyer Progress Meter

folclor · Apr 8, 2017

Alderaan

Proletariat

"Okay... And what were you doing before you came to Alderaan? Working for anyone? What were you doing?" Though she got her answer, she was curious and would happily leave once he answered this last little bit. After all, she enjoyed knowing more. Knowledge was her favorite thing in the galaxy. If he could give her more of that, more of what she craved, she would be forever grateful, though she doubted he would care. In fact, if he got free he'd probably try to kill her.

Grim Wraithe Stjerna · Apr 9, 2017

Hoth Orbit (cloaked)

HK Fifty

Delrick only half listened to the conversation on the other ship as they began heading to the surface, he also tuned out the sass-filled chirping and bleating of T7. His focus mostly on the Force sensitive being.
'I'm a friend. Why are you here?'
The Grey Jedi wanted to make sure he was not a threat to him, his daughter, or to Zerek. He checked the sensor readouts making sure nothing out of the ordinary was being detected.

sheesh · Apr 9, 2017

Hoth Orbit

Zakut was surprised to hear a response so quickly. So he wasn't going crazy after all. He didn't know how this was happening, or who was he was speaking too. He was in his head. There was clearly trickery afoot, likely a Jedi with the Force. He didn't want any trouble, so he'd play along. 'I got word of some sort of temple here. I went here to find it, which I did. When I got in, there were these lightsabers. One called out to me, in my head, much like how we're speaking now. The other I just happened to slip on.' He thought. It was kind of getting tiring, responding through whatever-you-call-speaking-with-your-mind. 'This is giving me a headache. Land somewhere. We'll talk in person.' He turned his ship's engines back on, rubbing his temples furiously.

shadowstrikr25 · Apr 9, 2017

HOTH ORBIT

HK Fifty

Once again, a breif bout of nervous laughter escaped the thief's mouth, followed by an equally nervous dry swallow. At the confirmation that the booze was still there, Zerek exhaled in relief. "We are going to need it." If anything, he just wanted to forget Alderaan existed, even if he was about to have a nice chat with a less-than-enthused Grey Jedi master.

When Why'nn reacted to the information, Zerek nodded. "Yeah, I can do that." He offered a hand to help her back up if she wanted to stand again. "It'll be easy." Whether or not she decided to stand up again, Zerek kept flying down towards Hoth, sincerely hoping that this excursion to the ice ball wasn't going to be like the last one.

Grim Wraithe Stjerna · Apr 10, 2017

Hoth Orbit (cloaked)

HK Fifty

Delrick nodded as a small amount of satisfaction played across his scarred face in a brief smile. 'It called it to you? Interesting. When you land send the coordinates of the temple, we'll meet there.' The Grey Jedi was not surprised the telepathic conversation was taxing on the untrained mind.

Looking to the holographic forms of his daughter and the renegade, he nodded. "Agreed, a strong drink sounds like a good idea." Glancing back at the other freighter, he watched as it began its descent. "It would seem that the freighter could be useful. The pilot is Force sensitive." He let that statement hang for a moment. 'Am I just a magnet for the untrained?' His thoughts did not broadcast to anyone, they just ran through his mind as he began a landing sequence.

TommyGun15 · Apr 10, 2017

Kalee (Nah-Iblen's Office)

Nah-Iblen sighed as he walked out of the shower, glad to be out of that damned jungle. After putting on a nice set of robes, he sat down to check on the satisfaction of his little business venture.

This place, it didn't really have a name. He'd never really bothered to give it one either. People called it various things, but mostly it was just called "The Resort". It was a place where the rich and powerful came from across the galaxy to drink gamble, and live out whatever twisted fantasies they desired. If it was illegal, immoral, or even completely insane, it could be found, seen, or done here. Oh, and the clientele... most would never believe the variety of people that came here. It had grown significantly from the small safehouse it had been a decade or so ago.

Once he was sure that everything was running smoothly, he decided to check his messages. Then he saw it. A reply to the video message he'd sent his apprentice. He grinned and opened it, only to frown at what it said.

"New com. Who dis?"

He stared at it for a moment, knowing what it meant but refusing to accept it. His plan to get his apprentice back had failed. He stared at the screen for a long time, wondering what to do. He had a few guards here, but he didn't have anything close to the resources he'd need to go after Why'nn a second time. He'd spent far too much of his credits arranging the first attempt, and the men he had were thugs, not soldiers. He didn't have any combat vessels either.

With no other real options, he did the only thing he could. He sent a message. Good thing he'd gotten this address while in his disguise.

A message alert beeped on Delrick and Zerek's ships. There was a link to a video chat, and a single sentence.

"I wish to talk."

sheesh · Apr 11, 2017

Hoth Surface, Sadow'een Temple

Zakut shook off the pain rather quickly, moving his long, slender fingers from his head to the ship's controls, grabbing the throttle and moving towards the surface of Hoth. He thought about the situation for a moment. Clearly, he was dealing with someone that used the Force. Jedi, Sith, whatever he was, same thing. He was being told to land at a Temple that belonged to whoever and was there for who knows how long. There were many outcomes to this. So many so Zakut couldn't even think of one that was the most likely to happen. All he could do is wait and find out.

Shortly after landing on the surface, he couldn't get a lock on whoever-he-was-talking to's ship. It was likely a cloak, and it was odd he couldn't get a lock on its magnetic signature either. It was probably dangerous if he just broadcasted his coordinates, but what the hell. In a relatively small range, he sent out his coordinates. Likely anyone out of the Hoth system wouldn't receive them. At least he hoped nobody would.

HK Fifty · Apr 11, 2017

Alderaan

Along a dark alley walked eight soldiers in four rows of two each , all dressed in the heavy coal-black armor identifying them as Imperial Army infantry units. Alderaan would , to most experienced Millitary personnel , be a perfect post , as the planet enforced a strict neutrality. However , a great many of the Sith Millitary personnel on Alderaan were decidedly not experienced. One of the soldiers in the squad , the heavy weapons operator on the right in the third row , groaned. "Sergeant , why do we have to Patrol this same corridor over and over? No-one's ever seen a single white-bucket in our territory on this whole planet! I'd rather be somewhere where real fighting happens!" As the soldier on the left put his armored glove to his helmet in frustration at his comrade , the soldier on the left in the first two (who appeared to be the leader , and by far the most experienced soldier among them) , held up a fist to stop the squad and turned to adress the complaining trooper in a withering , authoritarian tone. "You'd Iike some real fighting , would you , Private? Well , that's unfortunate , seeing as how there is no fighting. If you don't shut up and stay alert , I'll have transferred to Onderon or Tatooine! Maybe Cannoks and Sand People assaulting your patrol would do something to appease your bloodlust. Would you like that , private? How about the rest of you grunts?" The private emphatically shook his head and loudly stated "SIR NO SIR!", and the rest echoed him. The Sergeant paused a moment before speaking again , looking his unruly soldier and the rest of his patrol over "Good - now let's stop jabbering and move out!" , and motioned for the squad to continue their circuit.

Mere moments later , a decidedly feminine figure dressed in ivory and lavender robes dropped from the roof of one of the buildings , a small metal object in her hands from which a shaft of pure energy sprang forth. "It's a Jedi! Open fire!" , cried the sergeant , but for a few it was simply too late , as she pulled the first two trooper's blaster rifles from their hands and sliced them in two. The ill-behaved private was the slowest to assume rifle-ready position , his rifle's stock cradled in his shoulder at roughly the same time the trooper to the right of the sergeant was killed by a long slice across the chest. The sergeant was thrown aside with a simple force push , a bolt deflected into his right arm , just as the trooper diagnonally behind him was pulled towards her and impaled on the lightsaber's blade. While two more troopers were cut down by the rampaging Jedi , the trooper that had complained dropped his large blaster and shifted to the back of the dwindling group , clicking a button on the side of his helmet in an attempt to desperately call back to their base. "Patrol Xesh-7 is under attack by a Jedi in quadrant 178 , five men down , repeat , Xesh-7 under attack by a Jedi!" The soldier in front of him had her left arm cut off at the elbow before being sliced neatly across her torso , crumpling to the floor. The trooper to her left took her place and fired wildly , bolts being deflected into the walls and the surrounding bodies. "Requesting reinforcements at current location immediately , requesting reinforcements at current location immediately!"

The wildly firing trooper in front of him perished just as he finished the frantic call , his weapon's barrel sliced in two and the silver light saber stabbing through the back of his helmet. The sergeant , merely incapacitated , recovered his wits and fired several bolts from a blaster pistol just as the heavy weapons trooper fell onto his back in sheer terror of the Jedi woman. She , however , managed to deflect the bolts and drew him towards her with the force , beheading him. Turning her gaze back to the shaking trooper at her feet , the woman he now noticed was blindfolded pulled out a small holo-projector and thrust it in his face. "Tell me everything you know about this Sith Lord , you blood-loving Sith!" "I-I don't know , I've n-never seen him before.." "Don't lie to me , you corrupt servant of evil! Tell me everything you know about this man!" Her words contained the influence of the force , and he couldn't find it in his will to resist it. "I don't know anything about this man." The reply was delivered with a blank tone , typical of force-compelled responses. In response , the female knight drove her silver blade straight through his chest and into the ground beneath him.

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By the time the reinforcements the heavy-weapons soldier has spoke of arrived , Alashar had long past fled the area. She found it unfortunate that the patrol didn't know of her quarry - she would have to strike at higher-profile targets to locate someone who knew of the information she sought. Whispering the Jedi Code to reassert her sense of peace , she began searching for a new group to interrogate - doubtless they'd be on higher alert , due to her earlier actions. But at least she'd be cleansing the Galaxy of more of it's rampant corruption , and that as always brought her a measure of accomplishment.

Grim Wraithe Stjerna · Apr 12, 2017

Hoth Orbit (cloaked)

sheesh

Delrick was guiding his ship into the atmosphere when a new call started coming through. The grey-blue eyes flicked across the panel to the alert, then narrowed a hair, hiding the deep irritation that Nah-Iblen would be contacting him at all.

"I wish to talk."

Distaste welled up in his throat, but he swallowed it with a deep breath. In his work as an imperial agent he had had to deal, and work, with some very unsavory individuals, as well as a few Sith Lords. "Buddy, start a trace on this in coming transmission, and check for any hidden coding." The Grey Jedi knew the astromech would have some sort of sarcastic reply, but that was unavoidable, and so he began recording the call as he answered.

"That seems to be among your favorite pass times." Although he despised the man, Delrick was curious to hear what he wished to speak about.
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Dantooine

Wintermute

As the pilots rushed into the ship and began the few checks and preparations to take off, Chuka spoke to Errin. "I can only offer death and violence for this hunt, as well as the honor found in combat and my respect." He held his gauntleted left hand out, ready to grasp Errin's left forearm in a warriors grip. "Whether you help us in this or not you have proven you do have honor. But we must leave now."

shadowstrikr25 · Apr 12, 2017

HOTH

TommyGun15

Zerek, although he was ready for some mildly supervised consumption of alcohol, groaned at learning someone on the freighter was Force-sensitive. He instinctively cloaked his own Force presence as his ship broke atmosphere and began heading towards the coordinates Delrick sent him. "I'll meet you there." And with that he shut off the call.

At that point, a beep on his console indicated that he had a message from a familiar frequency. 'Oh, do I get to do a victory lap? That'd be fun.' However, he did still need to pilot the ship, so he responded with the next best thing. He sent Iblen a swarm of messages, all of them spam e-mails, unsolicited pictures of genitalia, or both. He kept them on hand in case he ever had need to annoy someone via messenger. Like now. While Zerek would have loved to see Iblen's face twist in rage and/or annoyance, he placed his own life above such personal enjoyment and continued flying above the icy wastes.

TommyGun15 · Apr 13, 2017

Kalee (Nah-Iblen's Office)