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[Ginko The Mushishi]

Turin had showed the female Jedi around some, it was large indeed, in the back of the ship, there were escape pods, in the middle of the ship, it was more of a lounging area, where you could also cook if that need would arise, table and seating seemed to have been molded into the ships interior. There was an area below, which lead to multiple rooms to rest in, they aren't too small, big enough for 2 people to sleep in. Below there were also restrooms all the way at the tip of the ship. Turning back, and going back above he showed her where the piloted guns were, fun little pods, where one could shoot at asteroids, ships, and other measly things all day.


Returning to the back of the ship, other than the escape pods, his room lay underneath, in a secret compartment, when opened it released a small staircase, leading to his room. It was nice, big in its own right but not too much. When returning to the top, he had no ability to show her the guns or any other sources, so he just showed her the cockpit, showed her the control system and projected dashboards.After showing her around, he decided to stop auto-pilot and cut the engine, letting the orbit take care of Shadow Wing, letting it drift around the planet. He knew very well Adahi's ship was coming, and sent a simple transmission. "Welcome aboard, we're just taking a rest for now in the orbit of Tatooine."


And in doing all that, Turin returned to his room, closing the secret hatch from above and changing out of his jedi robe. And slipped into a more appropriate outfit for Tatooine. Light spun, helpful during anything that Tatooine might throw at him. Robe and pants, with bandage wraps tied around his hands and wrists, with a pair of boots.


@Shimakage Thunder @Blarg222 @Sensei Fox

 

[jole875]

After finding his was into a large room that seemed to be used for storing random pieces of junk and cleaning equipment he watched as Pinic unstrapped Sinic from his back and placed him on the ground. From inside the large toolbox Daren took a long silver pole and placed it down, after pressing the one button at the top of the pole it sprouted out into a droid stand. After sifting through his toolbox he took out a large piece of metal and placed it onto the ground beside him, after several seconds it began scanning him and Pinic then a loud beep sounded as the scanning stopped. He picked it back up and after a few seconds nodded and walked out of the room and toward the head of the ship. Seeing the captain's seat he yawned and asked,"You wouldn't mind if I cleaned out a room and set up there would you, I promise I won't be in your way." Daren smiled as Pinic stood beside him scanning his surroundings like a sentinel.


@The Suspicious Eye

 

[Christopher Pyne MP]

Corellius walked around the ship, the alcohol now began to wear off giving way to a monsterous headache. He walked to the ships cockpit and leaned against the door way "Hey, you got something for headaches?" he asked, his hand on his forehead.


Maximus arrived back at the Vampire and immediately entered the captains quarters. When there he began to meditate, attempting to find an answer about the assailant at the party,

 

[BloodThunder27]

After being giving a tour of the ship, Jesslean decided to go ahead and just relax for the time being, at least until it is time to land on Tatooine. Its been a long time since she has been on that planet. As she sat down, her Droid, Fate, rolled on over to her while she examined her Double-Bladed Lightsaber. Of all places, why Tatooine? Oh well, hopefully she will have something to report to the Jedi Council when she gets off the planet. But first, she was going to need a way off of Tatooine. And without her trusty Jedi Star Fighter, she would need to find another way off the Planet later. However, she could after herself. As long nothing happens to Fate, she'd be fine. She then looked out the window and enjoyed the view of the desert planet.


@Alistair

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Turin decided to sit down next to her, scratching his hair a bit "Uhh...Would you like something to drink? I dunno, haven't had company on my ship in a long time...I can sense you're wondering when you'll need a ride back home, I can give it to you. No need to try and run away from me like I'm a criminal now." He got up, looking over at her droid. He nodded in silent approval. "An Astromech droid? New or old?" He turned back to the Jedi, his interest in machinery apparently coming forth for her to see. She might not find similar interests, but at least it was something to talk about..


@Shimakage Thunder

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Nara pulled something out of the contol console. She haf been watching them investigate and assumed she might be keeping them for a while. She turned around and smiled at the two of them. She pulled out something in her pocket and tossed it and the item she had in her hand to Corellius. It was a capsule on Cardinex and a small key card. "The Cardinex is a variation made by a friend of mine, it cures hangovers inatantly." Smiling she slowly got up and walked towards both of them.


"The second is a key card to the areas of the ship you are allowed to enter." She looked at Daren and placed his card in his hand. She paused for a minute just looking into his eyes, before walking past him and Pinic. "You are free to choose any avaliable room, many of them have been cleared out already, so feel free to make yourself at home." She turned around to them and put a hand on her hip. "If you.Have any questions you can ask me or the big guy."


@Bullet Tooth Tony @jole875

 

[Christopher Pyne MP]

Corellius put his hand up "I have a question, are you going to sleep with one of us?" he asked "Cos I made some inferences earlier and well, I was wondering if the implications of putting something nicer on were correct or not." it all came out in a slurred mess.

 

[Lexielai]

Lexstra Auria & Shaen Kenidai Collaboration Post Between

@RedTimbre and @Lexielai
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“You said you wanted to meet me?”


Lexstra didn’t even spare him a glance, attentively focused on the streams of information running down her datapad. She could tell by his distinctive footsteps, regal and proper-like, who he was.


The sound of the footsteps fell silent once they were nearly at arm’s distance. A moment ticked by until she could hear him draw a breath to speak. “I did. I trust your morning is going well, Senator?”


“Amazing. Apparently the Trade Federation members wants to lower their taxes to be equivalent to middle-class individuals. ‘Egalitarianism,’ they say,” she deadpanned.


A small, displeased sound hummed out from her company’s chest. She could hear the slight frown when he spoke. “That might result in a lack of funding for social programs of some necessity...” The thought trailed off into another moment of silence. “My own speculation aside: I asked to meet with you because I’ve been assigned to sensitive task; one that I believe would benefit greatly by your presence.”


She set her datapad down. “You look awful,” she observed. Her eyes hovered over the unusually pale skin which sat below the thin white veil that covered his eyes. A few small gouges lined the left side of his chin, still pink from what looked like Kolto treatment. Although he stood with the posture of one of the several sculptures lining the interior of the Senate hall: it was obvious that his right shoulder was a source of no small discomfort.


Usually Shaen was insufferably pleasant and as stern as a man twice his age. He was far too high-strung in her opinion, but so too seemed most of the other Jedi. Shaen though, was especially formal and stubbornly insistent the first time she met him, and had rarely gotten better. Still, she enjoyed his sense of honor.


“What happened to you?” she asked. Shaen always looked proper in all their meetings, so it was unusual to see him ruffled up like this. It unsettled Lexstra.


The Senator watched as the Jedi turned his head slightly to the side in order to hide the visible damage. “Senator Astrid is dead.” The words filled the space between them. Regret touched the edges of his voice, yet its core was composed of the cadence of a simple fact. “I’ll never understand why we tolerate open events with high-profile guests such as herself. It was a disaster: the company was atrocious and the conversation was awful.” His frown deepened at his own morbid sense of humor. “An unidentified man—one that I can only assume was a bounty hunter—took her life.”


He paused to give his right shoulder small rotation. “In all honesty, I am glad you did not attend. Anyway, I’ve been asked to travel to Tatooine in order to help negotiate a new set of trade routes with the Hutts. I would greatly appreciate it if you would accompany me: your schedule permitting, of course.”


Lexstra wasn’t an expert on economics, but after hundreds of lessons and working with one of the largest corporations in the galaxy, she was pretty firefecking close. “Trade routes? Pssh, as if. You must mean surprise military flanks and war reinforcements. Has the Eternal Empire got the Jedi that spooked?”


Lexstra wasn’t a fan of the Sith, but she had been hoping to erase the Jedi of his apparent naiveté sooner rather than later. For a wise Jedi, he really didn't like to see a lot of the underlying causes. Not that she was doing a good job with herself, and not that he could "see" anyways. Ugh, she embarrassed herself with her poor humor sometimes.


A deep breath was pulled in through the Jedi’s nose. Finally she saw his head give a single bob as if to acknowledge what she had said. “One can be optimistic that the time for military supply lines will be an archaic relic of the past. But, yes: the Eternal Empire is beginning to pose a significant threat.” He sounded tired.


Shaen’s left hand rose to rub at something from beneath his veil before continuing. “At any rate, both the Jedi Council and a handful of representatives believe it’s a necessary step in the right direction. They also believe that discretion should be displayed on behalf of the Republic. Originally that had insisted that I act alone, but I requested that you be permitted to attend: you tend to see the darker side of things that I sometimes wish to overlook.”


“Thanks,” she drawled, sarcasm dripping through her tone. “I have such a dark and cynical disposition that I’d be a perfect fit. Don’t I look just full of melancholy?”


She gestured to her bright, sky blue dress, the new Coruscanti style. It was pretty, but damn if it wasn’t tight on her. What was it made of, seriously? She was going to throttle her presentation advisor.


“The very image, Senator Auria.” His smile reemerged. It was hard for Lexstra to ever really tell what it was that Shaen was looking at. Sometimes he would exorcise deliberation in his body language in order to convey where his attention lay in the same way he’d once described as “normal eyes” do. Others, like now, he would simply appear to be staring off into space. It was an objection of some contention if whether or not he would perceive the contours of her snug dress the way other men did.


“I do enjoy your dark cynicism, to be honest. Sometimes I feel as if you’re the only Senator who appreciates irony as a source of humor.”


Lexstra frowned, her lips morphing into a comment of mock displeasure, “I hope you didn't think I was just another old coot.”


“So, I take it that—old coot?” The way he stopped himself in order to echo her words caused his head to gently tilt to the side. “No, the quality of your skin and voice mark you as possessed of a considerably youthful quality.” Shaen’s honesty and lack of ulterior motive had a special way of sucking the spontaneity and charm out of such an overt compliment.


She rolled her eyes. “Just get it on with, Master Kenidai.”


This time it was his turn to frown, although something amused touched the corners of his mouth. “As I was about to say: can I assume that you’ll concede in joining our negotiations?”


“I’m not conceding, Master Jedi,” she said. Her tone echoed the annoyed fire that rose up in her. Shaen’s head slightly recoiled as if she’d jabbed the tip of her index finger against the middle of her forehead.


Smugly, Lexstra continued, “I’ll acquiesce to you request, because you seem so desperate without me.”


“I most certainly would be lost without your unbridled charm, Senator.” His own tone suggested he would have rolled his eyes as well, had he had any. She watched as the expression on his face evolved further in its amusement. “If it pleases you: I have already had one of the Temple’s Defender-Class vessels prepared for our immediate departure.” He turned on his heel as if he assumed that she would oblige.


“Oh, and I suggest changing into something a little less tempting to the uncouth mannerisms Tatooine is famous for. I’d hate for your virtue to be sullied.” Open sarcasm finally filled his teasing remark as he strode out of her office.


Lexstra stared at his retreating figure. Her lips twitched into a smirk. “Well played,” she muttered out of earshot. “I’ll get you back for that one.”


6 hours later

The gentle hum of the Light Corvette’s hyperspace drive radiated throughout the ship’s interior living spaces. Shaen sat behind the control panel of the vessel meant to be piloted by a single operator. The burning sensation in his right shoulder had been considerably dulled by the treatment he had received. Yet, it served as a constant source of reminder that he had failed to protect Senator Astrid. The frustration with himself —not thoughts of revenge—were finally suppressed as the ship pulled out of light speed.


“There she is,” his voice retained its calm demeanor as the reddish sphere that was Tatooine sprang out of the darkness before them. “With plenty of time to spare,” he added. The Force reached out to echo back Lexstra’s appearance before he turned his head to acknowledge her.


In a moment, Shaen’s jaw hinged open, before working silently at the “sight” that greeted him. The crumpled remains of Lexstra’s blue dress lied discarded on the durasteel platform, and although he only allowed himself a glimpse of her, he was certain she had not finished putting on her other outfit yet. Had barely started in fact. He cleared his throat before turning his head back to the glass windows that framed the cockpit.


“Uh, Senator...” For the sake of retaining his own sense of decency he attempted to focus only on the planet. It was impossible for him not to see at least some portion of her with the panoramic view The Force afforded him.


“Yea, yeah, we’re here. I heard you,” she said, her voice muffled. Immediately he imagined her to be speaking half-dressed in a tan poncho, pants still resting on the seat behind him. The diplomat in him grappled with the notion of informing her that—despite being conventionally blind—he could still perceive her exposed body in a way that was not so very different from human eyes. Did he embarrass her, or risk corroding the trust he assumed she harbored for him? The exact nature of his vision would be fully understood by the woman some day.


But, perhaps that day was not today.


Shaen cleared his throat again and fought to repress the color rising in his cheeks. “Yes, we’re here.” He set to busying himself with contacting the port authority in order to secure a private hanger for their landing.

Legend

Senator Lexstra Auria


Jedi Counselor Shaen Kenidai

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

The Eternal Empire

A warship lay siege upon a Republic warship and its numerous vessels and starfighters, an all out war near Alderaan, the Eternal Empire was winning this surprise attack. And while the Immortal Emperor watched from his throne room, the hardened glass exterior of his watch tower displayed a great view of the crushing defeat. To end it all, the Warship opened a hidden weapon that was attached to the lower levels of the Warship. A tube extended from the hidden area of the Warship vessel, and a small transmission reached the ears of the immortal Emperor. "The War Cannon is ready to fire, my liege." The Immortal Emperor simply nodded at this notion...


The War Cannon charged, one of the shells containing it slid back, releasing atomic green energy, the first phase of charge had been completed. A male watched alongside The Emperor, cybernetic enhancements attached to his arm and face. Arcann, the Dark Prince, and Valkorion, the Eternal Emperor. Father and Son. "Such interesting little creatures, believing they could stop me with their futile efforts.. Arcann, bring in those captives." Arcann had done so without question, without even a word. A Jedi and a Senator lay on the ground, the Senator in tears, but the Jedi in a calm attitude, though deep under she herself was afraid. The Emperor did not move, not even a muscle, but his voice boomed with such dark intent, such calm reason. "Jedi and Senator, I'm gracious for your arrival.. Let us watch as your Republic Warship falls with its fleet and Captain."


The War Cannon extended, and another shell slid back to meet the first, latching in place. The second phase of charge had been complete. With a simple notion, Arcann kicked the Senator forward, whom only yelped in pain, falling face flat on the floor, he was forced up by Arcann who held no comfort, nor care of the man's well-being. The Emperor spoke once more "You are first to watch, the Jedi may stay alive, I have reason to keep her alive." The Senator begged, Arcann unclipped his lightsaber, and put it towards the Senator's back. He screamed, but neither Arcann nor Valkorion paid any notice.


The War Cannon finally shot its immensely large beam of atomic energy at the Republic Warship, all starfighter's in the midst of the blast were incinerated, the Warship had exploded, and was destroyed, nothing was left of the Warship but burnt constructs, mere pieces of what once was a great Warship.. Arcann ignited his lightsaber and it stabbed right through the Senator, killing him. Arcann let go of the body, with a nice thud. The Jedi was next, Valkorion simply rose, and walked over to the female. She stared up at the emotionless man with courage, yet deep inside she was afraid..


"Young Jedi, your fear is only natural... Though you expect in some way that the force shall save you from your doom. No, there is no savior for you... There never has been, there never will be. What is Eternal shall always exist in this world, if I die, there shall only be a new threat that rises because of my death. Eternity is as it should be, with me." He picked the girl up with his right hand, rising her up off her feet, his left hand surged with force electricity, as he molded his fingers into a puncturing formation. He watched her, with not even an smile displayed on his cold hard face. "I need no information from you, it was happily provided already. Your mind speaks too much, such a shame you weren't trained enough.." And with that, he stabbed his left hand straight into her chest where her heart lay.. Electricity surged throughout her body as she had died in only moments, blood splattered the floor and she drooled more blood than expected. Valkorion simply dropped her body like a rag doll to the floor. Returning to his Throne..


"You feel it as well, Arcann...A being of the Force has awoken, 300 years since its slumber...A Jedi Knight whose force powers in itself have yet to unlock stronger


abilities.. A Miraluka walks the path as a Jedi Master, his resourcefulness is intriguing, his powers, still yet to behold to him..A Senator alongside him, a Bounty Hunter slumbering in his simple ship. A Mechanic following for adventure.. A young female pirate, and her few companions..They will make for an interesting piece to this domination Arcann..Have one of our Assassin's follow that strong force presence to Tatooine...We shall see if he is the first to die." Arcann nodded to his father, and looked at the Armored Assassin whom had been watching the whole time. The Assassin had already begun to walk off on his mission. Arcann returned to his father's side. both watching Alderaan with no actual interest, they themselves had watched the battle from above..They knew the terror that has emerged and decided to make its presence known once more..The Eternal Empire has not just risen, it has taken form..

 

[jole875]

Daren nodded and turned around walking away, but Pinic stayed for a few seconds,"Me and master will be working on Sinic for a while if you have need of us, please ask and do not get yourself killed," Pinic said with a robotic chuckle and turned. His metal feet clacked against the ground as he followed behind Daren.


After returning to the room he picked out he looked over much of the clutter and scrap and with a smile said,"Get Sinic on the rack I'll find some scrap metal to melt down." With that Pinic gripped his identical compatriot by the shoulders and lifted him so that he was level with the rack, in an instant Sinic was pulled to a stiff standing position on the rack. Looking back to Daren Pinic bent to a knee and began unpacking the tools and equipment on the side of the room that was clean and free of scrap. "Master how long until we can turn brother back on," Pinic asked as he picked up a small piece of durasteel and with his free hand removed his mouth mask and once again with the durasteel broke off a small piece and put it into the hidden mouth he supposedly had. "We can right now but his chest plating torn to bits, after we place down more plating and cover the interior he will be safe to turn back on," he said with a low mumble. Daren looked down at the broken piece of metal and smirked as he threw it in Pinic's direction. This pattern continued for some time, every so often Pinic would pause remove his left hand and take out black rectangles of durasteel that had been melted down and placed them in stacks beside him until he had eight rectangles.


Stopping with a sigh Daren looked back at Pinic to see the eight thick rectangles and said,"That's enough save the rest for later." Daren pushed Pinic to the side and with a nod Pinic walked to the door and locked it and searched the room for cameras, after seeing what might be one he took one of Daren's oil rags and placed it over it hiding their activity. "Ready master," Pinic said in a serious tone as he stood facing the door.


With a deep sigh Daren crossed his feet and let his mind wonder over the room listening and watching everything through the force. After a minute the rectangles of durasteel rose one by one and moved to Sinic's lifeless body, the first rectangle went inside of Sinic. Daren's face strained as the metal was put to work, covering all the essential pieces of Sinic's innards. The next two went behind Sinic, Daren's face once again strained as he used the force to form the durasteel in any way he saw fit. With a deep breath he sighed and the last five rectangles went to the deep hole where Sinic was shot by the Turbo Laser, the five began to grow hot and red. Daren's face and muscles strained in unison as the metal pressed itself into a glowing white ball. Pushing it forth into the deep whole it spread out the entirety of the hole and filled the hole. Though it made a very large noticeable bump Daren sighed as he raised his two hands to his chest's level and with a deep strain on his face the bump on Sinic's metallic chest began to grow smaller and smaller, the metal wasn't being pushed backward or hidden it was being smashed together making much stronger than almost any machine made durasteel. With a deep groan Daren sighed and put his hands on the cold floor as he gasped for air.


"Pinic it's done," Daren mumbled as he leaned backward off the floor and against the wall. Seeing this Pinic walked to the body of his lifeless brother and stared. Without moving the hatch on Pinic's chest opened and he quickly gripped the box, Daren sighed as he pressed the force against the box and one by one the locks unlocked from Daren's special force touch. Opening the box Pinic looked down to see five black squares all separated by a white wall. Gripping the the fifth one carefully he took off Sinic's mouth mask and placed it above his mouth into a line opening. As Pinic placed Sinic's mouth mask back on he sprang to life,"Blue," Sinic said his voice much like Pinic's. "Red," Pinic responded as Sinic walked off of the rack toward Daren. "Thank you master," Sinic said, standing up Daren said,"I'm glad to see you back Sinic."


@Bullet Tooth Tony


(Talk about getting the gang back together.)

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Most of the day later, Darryn reawoke to find some of his wounds were feeling a little better. His body was still in constant pain, but he felt like he could walk with relative ease. Looking up, he saw and grabbed a rail to pull himself up. His joints ached, and he could feel the bruises that had formed. Damn, he was a little more roughed up by that fight than he'd thought. Walking was still alright as long as he leaned heavily on the walls as he moved for the next while. His first place to go was the cockpit. He needed to get out of here, fast.


After several minutes and more than a few grunts of pain, Darryn eased himself into the pilot's chair. He fired up the engines, and The Free Spirit took off, soaring up to the sky with all the speed of an interceptor. He'd had this puppy modified for greater flight speed and hyperjump speed; a perfect fit for a Bounty Hunter who travels everywhere.


With the planet's orbit escaped, Darryn reviewed his contracts. A contract to kill a Fallen Jedi who had set up a base on Ember. Boring. A protection contract for a Senator on Alderaan. Considering that he'd just assassinated a Senator, that wouldn't be the smartest move. Nothing else came up, so Darryn figured it was time for some R&R on Tatooine. He plotted the course with a flourish, then pulled himself out of the chair and back to his bed. Three days to Tatooine.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Turin decided to sit down next to her, scratching his hair a bit "Uhh...Would you like something to drink? I dunno, haven't had company on my ship in a long time...I can sense you're wondering when you'll need a ride back home, I can give it to you. No need to try and run away from me like I'm a criminal now." He got up, looking over at her droid. He nodded in silent approval. "An Astromech droid? New or old?" He turned back to the Jedi, his interest in machinery apparently coming forth for her to see. She might not find similar interests, but at least it was something to talk about..
@Shimakage Thunder

When offered something to drink, Jesslean shook her head. "I'm fine, thank you. If you can give me a ride back to Coruscant later, that'd be great."


For the longest time, Jesslean has always had trust issues, especially with those outside of the Jedi Order. Very few people she has ever trusted. "If you were indeed a Criminal, I wouldn't be here now would I?"


When he asked about the Astromech Droid, she looked down at it as it beeped. "New, I guess you can say. Found him while salvaging for Droids. I needed one for my Star Fighter, which is unfortunately not with me right now, so he has been accompanying me ever since. Say, do you have any droids yourself?"


Jesslean figured it wouldn't kill her to make conversation with the Grey Jedi. After all, if he did try anything, she did have five different lightsabers ready to go should she fall into battle. Even two Blaster Pistols, but she rarely uses them. She continued to enjoy the view of Tatooine. "I have never really been to Tatooine, what's it like?"

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

"Hot. Very hot, with lots and lots of sand. I wouldn't be surprised if someone already made the biggest sand castle in the universe while on this planet... Yes I have HK-100, he's an Assassin Droid. Quite useful, just got him at the Party. And yes, I will indeed get you back to Coruscant when we can..Salvaging for droids? Hmm, interesting. Is the Astromech the best functioning droid you've had? Or is it the only one?"


Turin sat back down, looking at Tattoine as well, he hadn't been here in a long time either. "You know, Tattoine wasn't always a large block of sand, it used to be very...green, it had lots of fauna and flora, lots of water too..Though with war comes destruction and now you see this, this is what its become now. I don't mind the change of scenery, I guess.."


Turin leaned back some, resting his legs up on the table as he watched Tattoine from above, the planet held no interesting colors, just brown, or a light tan color. He had remembered the days when it was full of life and lush green, sadly it was destroyed along with any true respect for the planet in itself..Now all there is and ever will be dry, scorching hot sand. And it all belongs to the cesspit of scum, bounty hunters, gangsters and more..


@Shimakage Thunder @Blarg222 @Sensei Fox


 
The Eternal Empire

The hellish battle that destroyed a fleet of Republic peacekeepers had now caught upon Dromund Kaas. The Sith held literally no chance, and nor did their Imperial Agents. The combat prowess and war tactics were too much for them. Defeat was their only choice and for this Valkorion held no desire to let them live, or let them die.. He just believed they all were specs of dust in his way to be crushed, and thrown into the wind. Arcann was notorious for killing 2 Sith Lords already, many did not want to stand in their way, but it seemed inevitable. Valkorion walked into the simple home that belonged to Darth Enrid's parents. Valkorion easily interrogated them, and in doing so when he gained his information he killed them. With this Valkorion set himself to find Darth Enrid, and with simple Intel, he did so perfectly. All it took was a few dead Sith and some Imperial Agents being stabbed upon his Soldier's Lightsaber Staffs and Spears. With the Imperials being horridly dismembered by the Staffs and Spears they walked into the privacy of Darth Enrid's Chambers. Arcann at his father's side. Valkorion set his eyes upon Darth Enrid, his cold emotionless face staring at her, as if to stare into her soul and rip it out of her body with just a simple glance. His ease of control over himself was haunting..


He spoke with the calm yet dark intent as he had last time, "So you are Darth Enrid, a mere child to me. Yet potential is still within you I can believe that so..I have quite an interesting proposition for you. And your parents seemed very fond of the idea before their death. I want you to arrive on Tattoine and capture a few individuals for me.. A Senator is one of them. You may also find a female accompanied by many men, if you desire so fruitfully go ahead and capture them as well. Whomever you come across, capture them and bring them to me. I will reward you graciously if you so do just as instructed. If you desire to torture them go ahead and enjoy. But keep them alive for me, if you should fail." He grabbed one of his soldiers, and without even a second though he stabbed straight through his neck with his fingers, deeply embedded into his armor even, picking him up and dripping the blood over Darth Enrid's face. "You shall meet an end even more horrifying than this could possibly be. Do not disappoint me, child of the Dark." Electricity began to surge across Valkorion's arm, the force heating up intensely as it flowed in a thin and strict formation, crackling energy spewed into the body of the still living man, and only muffled croaks and what it seemed to be, painful screeching came from the man's voice com from his helmet. Until he no longer trembled from the electric flow. Valkorion dropped the man and turned. Walking out of the Chambers.


And as simple as that, Valkorion and Arcann, and their army had left. Leaving only the minimal damage that they had caused coming to the planet she was on, the Warship of the Eternal Empire went into hyperspace, and left its destruction behind. Now not only did the Republic have a crushing blow, but the Empire gained one as well. And with this Valkorion's plan of destroying the beings he felt from the force only progressed even more, ever so slowly he shall sow up the last of the annoyances to him. For Valkorion, this was still only the beginning. For many others this was a nightmare just starting to take affect..


@Volfy

 

[Volfy]

Darh Enrid stood at the entrance to the Sith Sanctum, looking out over what was left of Kaas City. Buildings were shattered, bodies littered the area she stood, almost all belonging to Imperial forces, crushed by the Eternal Empires men. Black columns of smoke drifted and twirled into the sky, originating from the crashed speeders and downed fighters which scattered the remains of the city. Fires raged in the distance, adding to the dense black cloud which was forming in the sky.


Enrid's face was expressionless as she thought upon what the strange man had said. After several minutes of simply standing there, hands clasped behind her back, she turned and headed into the Sanctum. Heading over to the man which headed her personal guard, Enrid directed her gaze at him. "Lieutenant Tarked. Gather what's left of my guard and head to the space port immediately. We have matters to attend to." "My Lord, should we not stay here? The enemy could return-" Her tone had taken on a sharp edge now. "Are you questioning me Lieutenant?." Slightly hesitant, Tarked bowed his head, "No my Lord. I'll organize the men right away."


Sitting aboard her ship, Enrid watched as the pilot manoeuvred the craft out of the space port and up into orbit. "Were to my Lord?", "Tattoine.", "As you command." As the course was plotted, Erid thought upon the days events. Things had taken a rather drastic turn. The death of her parents didn't faze her. They were of little importance and she had not spoken to them in some time. She had debated on whether to inform the Dark Council as to what the man had said but...He said he'd seen potential, something she knew she had but had never quite been able to get father up the power chain then her current position. Why bow and scrape to the Council when this man, who emanated power had offered her something much better.


A small smirk had spread across her face at the thought. She would have to find these people fast. "Lieutenant. Contact my agents in Mos Ila, I have a task for them."

 

[Sensei Fox]

Brounac made his way through the desert with the steady methodic clank of his Basilisk. The swoop gangs and militia had begun hiding or moving their operations entirely when news spread that he was on the hunt. His reputation preceded him and his armor. Lately, his prey had been harder to come by. Many of the big names in the area had already been eradicated or disbanded entirely. All that really remained were the smaller groups that put most of their wealth into their speeders and mostly ran contraband between towns. Brounac kept up a regular patrol just make sure those groups stayed in check while he plotted out a new area to fight through. He knew that it was entirely unlikely that he could rid the planet entirely of the corruption, but he could certainly make a few lives better. In his ten year personal war, he had already reclaimed a considerable amount of territory for its inhabitants. In that fact, he could take a small amount of pride and confidence. With that, he could also take some time to relax in the spacious empty deserts of Tatooine.


There was a city not too far off from where he was, but it was out of sight and it had already been secured. Crime and misdeeds still went on there similar to before, but the people were free from subjugation. He didn't have to worry about any major happening that would require his attention. His mind was free to wander. Of course, his thoughts were grounded in a more practical realm. As he sat stop his faithful mechanical companion, he looked down over the metal skin that shaped its body. The hull had been painted the color of the sand with a similar rough texture although there were several blaster marks that marred the coating and revealed the hard gray metal under the surface. He debated the possibility of touching it up, but took into account the vicious and battle hardened look the imperfections added to the droid. For the sake of scaring the simple mided gangs, he sided more toward keeping the battle marks. Putting on a coat of paint in this desert was no easy task either. Assaulting a fortress of gun runners was arguably easier.


Speaking of gun runners, there were none to be found. Not even a simple courier was around to rough up and send home. His plans to relax on patrol in the scenary of the desert quickly became a bore. The idea sounded nice, but was mind numbing in practice. He longed to have something to shoot at again. But again, his success came back into memory and supressed his want for a fight. He set it in his mind that he would go to a new area soon before the lack of combat sent him into insanity. For now, he would pass the time of this patrol by making use of civilian purpose of his Bes'bev, what most people would call a flute. Of course, with most things of Mandalorian design, the instrument was designed as a weapon as well with a sharp cut away point at one end and a deep blood groove. It was also heavy enough to be used as a decent bludgeon. Still, it was a flute and Mandalorians had several songs made over the course of their history, mostly about the glory of battle. The most prominent song in Brounac's mind was Vode An, or Brothers All to those that cared to translate it from Mando'a.


Vode An was sung as a chant Usually by warriors bound for an upcoming battle. With multiple voices belting its lyrics proudly, enemies for miles could hear the power and devotion of Mandalorian armies. The crash of weapons against armor and hulls of any number of structures and vehicles usually accompanied it, giving the feel of a battle already raging behind the lyrics. However, from a solitary Bes'bev the song slowed from its adrenaline fueled devotion to a much more calm state. The power remained, but with a different tune. Notes were held longer and held smoother transitions between verses. If one closed their eyes while listening, the scene of a haunting wind blowing over a lonely field of fallen warriors would most likely fill the mind. The somber notes carried well in the quiet deserts of Tatooine.


With fond memories of Vode An taking over his thoughts, Brounac removed his helmet and set it on his lap. He retrieved his Bes'bev and put his concentration to the song. His Basilisk continued through the sands as the first notes pushed through the air to the rhythm of the lyrics. The relaxing journey through the desert was once again a possibility as his song carried on through the sands.

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Turin finally got up after about an hour or so staring down at Tatooine's worldly wonder. He set up the coordinates and had the Shadow Wing land not too far off from one of the lesser appreciated towns, but he set them up in the outskirts of the area. When they had landed Turin went to his chamber, there he looked over his lightsaber, it had become weathered. Scratches riddled the hilt with continuous usage, the once silver metal had now turned black with increased wear, and with continuous battles it had seen many days of fire and fight. This lightsaber was named Lunar Eclipse, set inside the hilt there lay a rare, black crystal. When he ignited the blade it filled the room with a sense of light, but it was dim and darkened still, the lightsaber was made of almost completely black, its core was drowned in nothing but darkness, but on the edges, the outline of the black core, it held a white hue..


Though that wasn't his only lightsaber, as Turin soon de-activated the lightsaber, it snapped and hissed as it dissipated, he took out his second lightsaber, named Brotherhood. A lightsaber that hadn't known the damage of warfare yet, still metal, and it held a green crystal inside, when ignited it illuminated the room with a green glow, he enjoyed his crafting, it was a spectacular blade and hilt. As he de-activated that one he put both of them away alongside the black Jedi robe he had just worn, he then opened up a large safe, containing a set of Mandalorian armor, black and gold. It was more black than anything else but held gold accents to its crafting, the helmet adorned red, hardened glass as its sight. The waist held a cloth like material colored black with gold Mandalorian symbols, ended around the knee caps, all in all it was a magnificent armor.


The armor held a utility belt, complete with its own tricks of sorts, thermal detonators, a DL-44 Heavy Blaster, a Blaster Carbine that had a shoulder strap attachment, but other than those weaponry cases. He decided to look back on the Mandalorian armor, it was in its own way a masterpiece. The armor was durable enough to get hit by lightsabers and still go strong, it was like a protective coating that would not easily be penetrated. It held little to no battle scars, relatively new but with a little dust on it.


As he closed the safe, he then returned upstairs, believing he would be fine without any weaponry as of right now. He grabbed a durable poncho for the harsh weather of Tatooine. It rather made him look like a Western fantasy come to life. But it mattered not, he opened the landing pad, and looked over to Jess. "Come on out, this is Tatooine, we should try and see if we can get to any Cantina's, or possibly find an actual landing port for the ship, I don't trust Tatooine much, that's the reason why I didn't land so close to civilization yet.."


"HK-100, if you like you can stay here in the ship or come along with us, your choice buddy!" Turin smiled, then turned to look at Tatooine, not much but dry heated sand, a sun or two, and some wind to accompany it. He cared little of that anyway, he knew Tatooine enough not to easily trust people around, simply why he landed in the outskirts...Even for his cautious decision, it wasn't going to keep himself, or any of his companions safe. At least, not this time..


(@Shimakage Thunder @Sensei Fox

 

[RedTimbre]

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Shaen listened as permission to approach Mos Eisley was granted over the Corvette's interior coms. He had remained silent as the Senator had continued to prepare herself for their descent onto the plant's dusty terrain. The harsh elements would be felt even within the confines of the port city. He pushed himself to his feet once the coordinates to their temporary bay had been received by the ship's nav computer. The vessel would continue on auto pilot until landing itself without his control.


The Jedi reached up to his chest in order to loosen the strings that laced the top of his simple, beige tunic. He removed the glove of his left hand before reaching inside. The thick bandages that embraced the wound he'd received in his fight against the bounty hunter were still dry. It would be several days until his body fully recovered, despite the intense kolto treatment he had received. The Council was made aware of his physical condition once they summoned him to assign his current task. Under normal circumstances they would have promptly chosen another Master to go in his stead: yet, with the looming threat of the Eternal Empire, their circumstances were anything but normal.


The tanned leather boots that reached up to conceal a portion of his dark, navy-blue breeches carried him towards the ship's gang plank. He stopped long enough to retrieve his black leather coat before slipping his arms through the sleeves. It's wide hood was pulled up and over the white veil concealing his face once he felt the ship's walkway lower towards the sandy ground beneath them. A rush of heat flooded the vessel's main living compartment. The Jedi pushed the sensation away from his mind in order to prevent his body from being compelled to sweat profusely. There was something valuable in always seeming too composed to notice the irrelevant qualities of even the most uncomfortable environments. His left hand donned its glove before touching his weapon's hilt as it lay slung across his hip.


A few more steps found him on the planet's surface as he awaited Senator Auria to join him. He let the echos of The Force wash over him in order to touch his surroundings. They were not alone in the hanger.


"Master Jedi." The voice belonged to a pale skinned, female Twi'lek. There were times when concealing his status within the Order was beneficial. However, on a planet like Tatooine - where lawlessness and depravity swam at the bottom of every degenerate's glass of Claret - it was better to advertise the fact that harassment would end poorly. Shaen watched as the woman and her two android body guards approached.


"Ryann," The Jedi formed a half bow as he named her. They had met once over a year ago. His purpose on the planet had been decidedly different than negotiating with the Hutts, but his goal had still caused them to cross paths in order to realize its success. "Thank you for taking the time to greet us."


"Us?" Ryann's gait came to an abrupt halt only a few meters away. "We were told that you would be coming alo-,"


Shaen's hand gently waved through the air to silence her. "There has been an addition to the day's negotiations. I apologize for The Council's failure to inform you of the change. I trust it will not be an issue: my company will certainly only benefit the civility of what will surely be a mutually agreeable arrangement for us all."


"No... it will not be an issue." It was unclear as to whether or not it was Shaen's apology and confidence, or The Force itself, that was responsible for Ryann's acceptance of a third party being present. The Jedi turned at the waist to feign the unnecessary act of looking back up the gang plank.


"We are both very eager to meet with your esteemed employer. And, I understand that he is more than expecting us." He waited for the Senator to join them. A brief introduction would be made upon her arrival. At which point Ryann would more than likely escort them to a speeder large enough to transport them all to the palace of the Hutt in question.


@Alistair @Shimakage Thunder @Blarg222 @Sensei Fox

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[Blarg222]

"Statement: Oh Master, you insult me! Why would I stay here when I can turn organic beings into blood and ash?" HK-100 said grapping his heavy blaster, "I don't plan on spending my time with an astromech. Their only contribution to the galaxy is good scrap"

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Nara paused, not out of surprised, but confusion. She had little to no idea what he had said at first. When she finally understood what it was she had to smile a little. I do have to say I appreciate the boldness. She batted her eyelashes and looked at him, "well that depends on how you play the game cutie." Giving he I'm a seductive wink she laughed and tossed her hair. "But I'm not some harlot, so don't expect anything out of me for free." She gave him a dark look, nearly egging him on to try to woo her, she liked to be treated right. Laughing a little as she walked back to the captain's seat.


Watching Daren and Pinic slowly left the room. Trusting the man to not try to destroy her ship, she decided to look to she enjoyed the seat as she looked at the working automechs. She was enjoying her peace when a call came in. Curious she took it and a new job for her came on Tatooine, "Kidnap a delegate? Hmm, someone must know my reputation." She smiled and pushed accept on the job, she was no bounty hunter, but those credits were just too much to pass by. She put her finger on the intercom and spoke in a seductive voice. "This is your captain speaking, as of right now we are headed to Tatootine. So hold on to your panties boys! Because we are getting there fast" She pulled her finger off the intercom button and started the light speed system.


The ship shot off at light speed moments later reaching the atmosphere of Tatooine.

Orders.


Arrive at Tatooine.


Meet with the Hutts.


Establish concern over recent activities.


Resolve situation.


These seem simple enough, the Hutts are powerful in name, but in combat they are nothing but useless cowards. I think simply removing a hand or two will settle the matter. Dela sat on the windowsill of her room on a ship headed for Tatooine. She looked out at the stars and planets that passed her wishing that she had the power to crush them with her hand. She had tried, but was only able to break a measly astroid or two. Strong to the dark side of the force Dela, was considered to be a near master. However, to keep her enemies from overestimating her, she poses as a apprentice. Which in many ways she is.


Dela has had 3 masters over the 14 years she has been with the dark sided. Two were Sith lords and one was a Sith master. She has learned much from all of them, but one thing that is certain is she still has much to learn. Dela pulled out a puzzle cube and began to break it apart and reassemble it using the force. Her first master had put a Dampen Force effect on her, although with a year of practice and strength she was able to move the cube once again with ease.


She now plays with it as a reminder on how perseverance and training pay off. She smiled softly as she looked out the window, the only smiles she could ever muster are from the past. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and a voice spoke softly. "Miss Dela, we will be landing on Tatooine momentarily." Dela stood up and quickly opened the door, scaring the man at the door.


"Very well. I want to see the captain before we land."
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@Bullet Tooth Tony @Homunculus @jole875

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

"As you are then, HK! come along then, we'll have fu-.." Turin turned around, sensing a new presence beyond. It was certainly a presence of the force, could it be that Master Jedi that he had seen at the party? His light spun long sleeved tunic flapped and whipped around as the winds picked up, his white light spun breeches had also felt the kickback of the wind, his brown boots kept a steady hold on the sand. His westernized poncho kept, for the most part his body shielded from the sand and wind. Though Turin was not aware of the assailant, he deemed it worthy enough to take Jess to Shaen, as they had met once before, in just a few short seconds he returned to HK. "We'll have fun in Mos Eisley I'm sure, keep yourself under control unless I say so, alright HK?"


With that, they began their hefty trek towards Mos Eisley, not too far away but enough so to keep out of the hairs of greedy miscreants. The presence being felt by Shaen was what Turin was tracking, and if he had taken a second not to focus on Shaen he would have noticed the Assailant coming ever so closely to them..

 

[BloodThunder27]

Upon setting foot onto the Deserty Planet, Jesslean felt skeptical. "C'mon Fate, let's go." She commanded her Droid to follow her.


It was fairly warm compared to what she was used to, which she didn't exactly like. Hopefully soon she could get off this super-sandy rock. She stayed close to Turin because straying off on her own could easily prove fatal on this planet. And she wasn't exactly fond of the idea of returning to the Jedi Council dead. "Tell me more about this canteen we're going to."


(@Alistair , Sorry I having major Writer's Block right now)

 

[Christopher Pyne MP]

Corellius looked at her "Playing hard to get are we?" he asked with a chuckle "I'll be back, just let me get rid of this, well, I don't know. Is it technically a hangover when you haven't slept?" he asked, before walking to the med bay and taking the tablets Nara suggested, They acted instantaneously, and staggered Corellius with shock. He slowly walked back, his head spinning, "Hey, I'm back."

 

[RedTimbre]

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A trail of loose sand buckled underneath the velocity of the speeder as it raced towards The Shadow Wing. The internal tracking system conjured a series of transparent targeting reticles that swept across the space between himself and the derelict vessel. One-by-one, each of them gave a few short flashes before adhering themselves to the tiny specks that were rapidly evolving into the image of a group of bipeds. His right hand wrenched down on the accelerator as the computer confirmed their position.


More sand began to plume up and around his speeder. Hopefully the band of infidels would be too distracted by whatever it was that held their attention to notice his approach. He could feel his heart begin to race, but it wasn't out of fear or anxiety. The hunt had begun, and the life support system that embedded his suit of armor injected an external source of adrenaline into his veins. His eyes began to dilate and he could feel every hair on his body stand on end.


He raced along the last dune and finally he was close enough to see the different articles of clothing each of them wore. Each of course, except for the massive droid in their company. It was obvious to anyone with a higher IQ than a bantha that the mechanical being was built for combat. The Jedi would be in for a rude awakening once he engaged, but that droid could possibly pose a problem.


The assassin pulled hard on the steering handles causing his speeder to fishtail. A tall wave of sand sprayed out from the sudden shift of momentum before he pushed the vehicle back to its maximum speed. The droid now lay directly in his path. A deep breath flooded his lungs and stayed there until he was only a few meters from his new target. The cruise control was engaged and he threw himself into a tight roll from the speeder. With any luck, his ride would now become a missile that would collide directly with HK-100 and take it out of commission. At the very least it would buy him time.


The hard impact with the sand jarred the armored suit. Warning lights pulsed across his visor, but the artificial adrenaline allowed him to ignore the chaos. The roll continued until his knees came back to rest on the ground. Both of his fists drove into the sand in order to correct his momentum so he could explode back onto his feet. The targeting reticle that had stayed on the male Jedi rotated once to signify a priority target. Heavy footfalls pounded against the ground as he charged at him.


The Jedi turned in time to see the armored monstrosity barreling directly towards him. His left foot stepped back as he reached out with enough of The Force punch through a blast door. The impact would have been enough to send him sailing back over the dune he'd suddenly emerged from. It would have - except when the cloud of sand that bloomed in the wake of the hollow thud of so much energy cleared - the assassin was still charging towards him. That was when he truly sensed the other man. It wasn't his signature within The Force he felt: it was a lack thereof.


The assassin seized the oppertunity created by the shock that had greeted the Jedi. His heavy metal gauntlet reached back as his stride brought them face-to-face. His right foot planted into the ground and every muscle in his torso flexed while the suit's inner mechanisms gave a shrill whine. He twisted forward and his fist connected with Turin's face with enough power to cause a sickening squelch that meant his orbital socket and cheek bone were shattered. The Jedi fell and the assassin moved forward to stomp his foot down onto his chest. He stood there - the appearance of a massive statue meant to commemorate the victory of some ancient conquest - before pulling his heavy disruptor from his back.


A hail of red blaster fire would be his wordless greeting for the rest of his company.

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Turin felt the cold steel slam into his face; and it did shatter his jaw with his cheek bone, he heard a large ringing sound. Soon enough he saw himself under the large manifestation that is the Armored Assassin. He tried his best, heaving up the Assassin's foot, and by using his leg muscles and his back, he twirled around flipping the giant over. With himself spinning, he quickly steadied himself by lifting his body up, by his hand and jumping upward back on his feet. He could feel the sting around his face, and he also felt warm liquid leaking out from a cut upon his face, it was dripping profusely. He steadied himself some from that blow to his face and chest... Looking at the Assassin, his armor was able to absorb force energy and use it by powering up the suit itself... His next decision was to go for the head, if he smashed or cracked the glass it would help giving him a chance to lose sight.The Assassin then would need to take off the helmet, Turin would then have a better chance of fighting with a weak point in mind...

 

[BloodThunder27]

During the fight, Jesslean didn't really know what to do. She could only watch as the Gray Jedi and the Assailant that attacked battled. How can she interfere? This adversary seemed strong and she didn't know if she could help him. But she couldn't just sit there and let him be assaulted. Those Blasters looked intimidating as well. Assassins and Bounty Hunters were dangerous adversaries, even for the Jedi. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Jesslean grabbed two of her Lightsabers, Green and Blue before activating them. That suit of armor looked heavy...If only she knew how to use Force Lightning, maybe she would give him a jolt, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.


Finally, she stepped in and attacked the Assassin that was attacking Turin using both of her Lightsabers.