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Post by Mandalorian on Feb 4, 2008 1:10:37 GMT -5
Wey was slightly confused he'd been in the hallway for about an hour now, and so far he had gone completely unoticed. He hadn't even been contacted by security, even with his warning. they really need to improve there security procedures he stood up and stretched, and began walking through the hallways. He decided that he would see exaclty how bad they where at security.
He began to head for the interogatuion chambers, and he was focusing his thoughts on those of death, and destruction. Anyone with even a small flicker of force awarness should have been able to since it but if they actually would... well that was another question. He just hoped that they they wouldn't attack him outright so he could explain himself. atleast nothings been boring lately
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Post by Rain on Feb 4, 2008 15:06:46 GMT -5
Han Solo
"Pretty ruthless for a Jedi, don't ya think?" Han joked.
Jaskia did not look amused.
Do these guys ver loosen up? Han thought to himself.
"I recognize a few of these guys from Jabba's Palace. Not the freindliest bunch of people I've ever ran into."
He watched as Jaskia injected the serum into the assassins arm.
"If I were you I'd get to work on this guy first," He muttered.
She gave him another look. He sighed. "Jedi...!"
Olee Starstone
"Alright," Ole began to address the group of Jedi Ghosts in front of her, "There have been a number of attacks by assassins in the last few days. 3 of our officers have died. We have gained the knowledge that these assassins were not sent by Imperials but by the Tatooine based Crime Lord and slaver, Jabba the Hutt. Therefore it is quite possible that the majority of us now have bounties placed on our heads. Therefore we must be calm and vigilant. And look out for each other aswell as ourselves. We believe that there are no more assassins on the ship, but we cannot be certain, so everyone be on your guard."
She ended her speech and looked at her comrades.
"May the Force be with all of you."
As she left th room she sensed someone. He looked like a mercenary but he had the Force within him. She looked deeper. It was Wey, an ex-Ghost. What was he doing here? And why was he heading toward the interrogation chambers. She was going to find out.
Xandyr Foxx
His ice blue eyes stared at the ground, not really focussing on anything. He was in deep thought. He thought the threat had passed. That his twin purple sabers had experienced their last drop of blood. And now it had started again. Xandyr hated war. It was the most relentless evil in the Galaxy. Yet he would be damned if any harm came to anyone else on Home One. They would remain safe for the time being, and he would make sure of it!
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Post by Abby on Feb 4, 2008 16:09:21 GMT -5
OOC: Alright, all assassins are officially captured and detained. No omre sneak attacks, ect.  -- JaskiaWith her vivid, spiky blue hair and matching eyes, Jaskia could look intimidating and thoughtful at the same time. A slight shudder in the Force alerted her to another presence in the interrogation chambers. Without looking up, she replied to Han's earlier comment. "This was where the Jedi failed," she said. "They were all about acting nice and good towards their captives. Me and the other Gray Jedi under my command have another view on things. It doesn't make us Sith, but it makes us useful." "Han, Chewie, go take a break," she said, intending to get them out so she could deal with this new--and unexpected--surprise herself. "Come back in about thirty minutes, and I'll leave your friend for you." She reinforced this statement with a gentle nudge in the Force, urging him to leave. She reached out to touch Wey's mind, aware that he was hiding behind a small supply closet to escape the others' view. Jaskia felt a hint of amusement cross her senses, but pushed it away. Instead, she reached out tendrils of warmth to the former Jedi, letting him know that she wouldn't attack him, and even expressing a curiosity as to why he was here. Han and Chewie left with a few complaints, but she just raised an eyebrow. They left, not noticing the dark-clothed man detach himself from the shadows. With a small exerction of her mind, Jaskia closed the sliding door. "You've come back," she said. "And not for any reason that I can figure out." She turned towards the assassin hanging from the wall and pressed a hand to her sweat-slicked face, reaching inside her memories to pluck out what she needed. "When is Jabba's next attempt?" she whispered into the girl's ear. Even if the lady didn't respond to the truth serum, Jaskia knew invariably that the time and date would appear in her mind at the very moment she spoke it. "I don't know," the assassin mumbled. "I don't know anything." The sensations she picked up from her memories told otherwise. Jaskia closed her eyes and concentrated deeper, picking the memory out of the darkness of her mind and bringing it foreword to study like a piece of paper. One week... shadowing fleet... Two days after... ambush... Emperor's Hand...Jaskia removed her hand from the lady's face and frowned slightly. "Emperor's Hand..." she said quietly. She knew it. They'd send Jade, or Lumiya. Maybe Jerek, if that lumbering oaf was still alive. Hadn't Katarn killed him on Korriban? Jaskia didn't remember. She was the prime suspect in the Emperor's death, and the ones who had been raised and trained by him wanted vengeance... Jaskia was the equal of an Emperor's Hand, maybe stronger, but it would be a close battle, and she didn't even know if she could win such a battle. "So, Wes... Welcome surprise." She turned to face him. |
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Post by hk47fan on Feb 4, 2008 17:11:11 GMT -5
Sora
I had left the Bridge about fifteen minutes ago, and had been trying to make my way through the insane halls of the Home One. Rebel troops, Ghosts, and everyone else were running every which way. I had gotten reports of assassins on the ship, and first I had tried to contact someone, but thehn more reports kept coming in. The details were unclear however, so I had to find someone like Nait, Han, or Jaskia to set the record straight.
I was on the main level of the Mon Calamari cruiser now, and searching for one of those three, or maybe even Luke or Leia. But someone had to tell me what was going on, because I certainly didn't have any idea and for all I knew there were more on the ship right now.
I finally found Nait using a communication console, and then walked up behind him and said "Sorry to interrupt, but what on Galaxy's name is going on here? I've gotten multiple reports of attacks everywhere on the ship, and everyone is running through the corridors like there is no tomorrow."
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Post by Abby on Feb 4, 2008 17:21:28 GMT -5
Nait paused in his quick typing to glance at Sora. "There's been three reports of attempted-assassination," he explained. "Two people attacked Han down aft, and we had six guys box Jaskia in her room. There was a recent report that just came in about another baddie starboard. Jaskia's taken everyone who's still alive down to the interrogation chambers. Apparently they're working for Jabba the Hutt. And these people were supposed to fail." Nait shook his head stubbornly. Scout, Naos, you choose the best timing to come back... "But we have Jedi patrolling the halls now, which we probably should have been doing before, and they don't feel anything out of the ordinary. We're safe for now."
Nait grabbed his shoulder and rolled it around to erase away the tension that had gathered there. "I've just finished a call with Nym and Jaing. They're word on the street of a bounty on Jaskia's head. So they don't know that Luke and Scout did it, not yet anyway. Jabba's had it up for about three weeks now, and some rumor's are going around about some high-priced Imperial Agent taking the bait. My guess? Emperor's Hand, or worse. I'm calling up Fi and Sanji now to give them a run-down on events. Tatooine should be their next stop, anyway."
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Post by hk47fan on Feb 4, 2008 17:32:02 GMT -5
Sora
I nodded, and rubbed my temples in frusteration. I looked at Nait, and said "Good, good. But as we all know, this won't be the end of it. Jaskia's just the first one they want gone, because Jabba knows that that could get more favor with the Imperials, and the Ghosts are more descreete then we have become these days, so they know that if they took one of us out first, it'd be easier for the Ghosts to retaliate quietly than it would the Alliance. They'd take out Jaskia first, then it will be one of us. As for the Emperor's Hand...if your speculation on that is true, it won't be bounty hunters who try to take out Scout or Luke. They will be the ones in the most danger, because I am sure the Imperials want the honor of killing Palpatine's murderers all to themselves."
Only weeks after Palpatine died, and we already had more problems to deal with than just the Imperial Remnant. I expected this, but was a bit shocked to see them taking action this early. Now we had the criminal underworld, what was left of the Empire, and possibly Emperor's Hand after us.
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Post by Abby on Feb 4, 2008 22:02:11 GMT -5
Nait nodded. It had been Jaskia's idea to keep Luke and Scout's involvement in Palpatine's death a secret and make her seem like the one who had committed the deed, so nobody but the Top Brass really knew anything. Probably went with the Imperials, too. They had eyes and ears anywhere and everywhere, and the only parts they had not contaminated was--obviously--the Jedi Ghosts. Still, word would have to get out sometime soon. Jaskia couldn't take the blame (and the glory, he added silently) for much long. Questions were already rising as to why Scout was sent back to Naboo with multiple injuries she supposedly got in an overloaded lightsaber blast.
Nait let the possibilities click in his head, and almost sighed. "By the way, Naos called: he and Scout are coming home. By this rate, they should be here twelve hours into the first attack on the military bases. And Scout's acting like a pain in the ass. A sign that the meds are wearing off, no doubt. Mothma's posted everyone on high alert status, but she's planning a new rule, too. All of the highest-ranking officers in Jedi and Alliance alike can't travel alone. That means we're paired up, buddy. But don't expect me to go into the 'freshers with you..."
A child, no bigger than he was at twelve years old, stood awkwardly at Nait's elbow before gathering the courage to speak. "Master Nait, I've got a call coming in from Padawan Taban. She says she needs to talk to you regarding the earlier message, ASAP." Master Nait... It was funny, almost ironic. He had been forced out of the Order as a Padawan, and now they treated him like some great Jedi Master. He shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Master?"
"Tell her I'll be right with her," Nait replied. "Officially, I'm filing some paperwork."
The younger boy hastily covered and snort and grinned, giving a mock-salute before heading off. Nait watched him go with sadness in his eyes. "They act so old now, Sora... When I was his age I was worrying about girls and winning my next lightsaber tournament." He paused slightly, waiting for the comeback he was sure to come, and got none. He imagined it anyway. But you still do, Scout would reply. They stood there for a moment, waiting for what they knew wouldn't come for a little while longer. "A Master told me long ago that when kids have to fight our wars, that's when we've lost." He glanced at Sora. "You felt the same way, didn't you? When we joined your group."
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Post by Mandalorian on Feb 5, 2008 0:11:54 GMT -5
A smile crossed voer Wey's face "so you haven't gotten lax, As for why I'm here the rebels have hired me for a as of yet undisclosed mission. I geuss they didn't know that I knew people here" there was still a grin on his face "Plus I think if there was ever a time for me to meet back up with teh ghosts now might be it" So how bad does the situation look Wey couldn't actually send the message withteh force, btu he could let the thought go through his internal sheilds, and he figured Jaskia would catch it.
Wey glanced over at the prisoner. noticing the heavily dialated pupils, and slack expression Wey asked "So what do you have him drugged up with? Does it dull pain at all. I hope it doesn't" with the last sentence hsi voice dropped very low and his hand dropped noticably to his vibroblade and he eyed the prisoner, a dark shade to his eyes. Mabye this little bounty hunter will get scared
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Post by Abby on Feb 5, 2008 7:21:32 GMT -5
Jaskia
"Twelce cc's of Zithromal," she replied. She turned back to her captive to shine a small flashlight into her eyes. "Apparently not allergic to it. She's dreaming right now. An effect of the meds, it'll wear off soon." She glanced over her shoulder at Wes. "The situation isn't the best," she said, replying to his earlier question. "The Hutts are after me and the Top Brass now. From what I could gather, they'll be trying to send in an Emperor's Hand." She noticed his confused expression, and went on, "An Emperor's Hand: trained personally by Palpatine since infancy. Young, Force Sensitive. Palpatine's powers over them were supreme. Nobody knows about them except for a few Jedi... and others. They try to keep their operations secret, but I've got a hunch Jabba will send out the best. Jade. Or Lumiya."
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Post by Rain on Feb 5, 2008 10:17:39 GMT -5
Olee Starstone
Olee walked in just as Jaskia echoed the words of Lumiya and Mara Jade.
"Lumiya!" Olee exclaimed, "We would have enough on our hands if Mara is on our tail, but Lumiya! I have fought he and she is deadly!"
Olee remembered the enounter well. A while before she had become one of the Ghosts she had been captured by Lumiya, who tried to convert her to a dark Jedi or maybe eveb Sith. It eneded with the two clashing. Olee scarred her face and only just escaped. She remembered Lumiya's cries that one day she would have reveng and that she would display Olee's head as a trophy. Such was the mind of a Sith. Lumiya had vanished and Olee hadn't heard from or sn her since.
"Jaskia," Olee said calmly, "I think it is time we took the offensive."
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Post by Abby on Feb 5, 2008 16:44:51 GMT -5
Jaskia, although alarmed by olee's sudden, dramatic appearance, smiled and nodded. "Both of them won't stop at anything to kill me and the other Rebel leaders." An involuntary shiver ran through her, and she closed her eyes. "We'll have to kill 'em. We can't afford to take them hostage, it'll only get more of us killed."
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Post by hk47fan on Feb 5, 2008 16:56:24 GMT -5
Sora
I had to admit it "Yeah, I did. Even though I kept it hidden, I did feel like that it had become sad when we needed teenagers to help us get to the Empire. But I should have known it was going to happen sooner or later. But, I don't want to push the kids we have in the Alliance now right to the frontlines like I might have to all of you. That caused...alot of chaos and pain." I said, making a subtle reference to that Cerasi creature that Vader created using Scout
"But, hopefully, if the strikes we are preparing to make work...any younger ones we have in our army can stay on Coruscant, or somewhere. However, that is if we succeed...alot are going to die when we attack Coruscant, I won't deny it." I said with a small gulp
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Post by Abby on Feb 5, 2008 17:16:57 GMT -5
Nait nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. "I asked for volunteers," he admitted. "Basically 'who wants to come to Coruscant with us?' type of question. You know what? More than three quarters of the entire Jedi said yes, even the ones in reserve. Mostly it was the kids who wanted to fight. Was I ever that bad, Sora?"
Still, he had to admit that Jaskia had done a good job rounding up stray Jedi and Force Users. Most of them were back in the abandoned Ossus sanctuary, learning how to use the Force from the much more experienced Jedi Knights and Padawans. With Siri Tachi and Obi-Wan Kenobi in charge of them all, Nait knew that everything would run as smooth as possible. Still, he worried. He had half a mind to send everyone under sixteen off the ship and back to Ossus, but that wouldn't be fair to them.
Nothing's fair. He realized that the little unspoken piece of wisdom had been Scout's voice. A memory bubbled to the surface, of a time of laughter and joy... Scout, wavy golden hair flying behind her as she laughed happily, running through the high grass of the Room of a Thousand Fountains... Jaskia, sober-faced with eyes red from crying, looking so much like an adult at seventeen that he didn't know if it was his best friend behind those eyes, or a stranger...
No, he decided. Nothing was fair.
Not this war, his kriffing life...
"All this talk is hurting my head," he said. "Come on, let's talk to Sanjii and tell her what we know."
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Post by hk47fan on Feb 5, 2008 17:26:13 GMT -5
Sora
"Alright, but in response to your question, yes you all definately were. It payed off in the end, but it was impossible to keep any of you from a battle. Especially Jaskia and Scout, and it is still hard to this day. Trust me, they're more hard headed than you, but you know that. However, to give you a small complement, that Erin fish-friend of yours is harder to control than the three of you combined."
I turned to the console as we continued to type out the message to Sanji...
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Post by Abby on Feb 5, 2008 17:42:39 GMT -5
Nait visiblly shuddered. "Remind me why she's still here. Any logical reason gets a knock on the head." He shook his head, unable to bear with such stupidity in one day. He typed out the command, and Sanjii's disembodied head appeared over the holo-screen. Fair and pretty like her mother, she had obviously inherited her hair and eyes from her father. Her mane of thick, midnight-black hair and intense green eyes stared at them from worlds away. From what they could see of her upper body, she wore a form-fitting white shirt with a backpack slung over one shoulder. The camera angle, moving up and down, suggested that she was walking. An azure blue sky stretched out behind her.
"Assassins," she said, after they had explained. "Jabba sent them?"
Nait nodded. "We believe so. It could be a frame from a rival crimeboss, but my gut tells me different. Can you check up on him? Deliver him our special treatment?"
"Jedi don't give special treatments," she said crossly. "But I'll pass the message to Mom. We're on Tatooine now, blending in with the local scenery. Keeping out of trouble, you know... the normal stuff."
"Yeah, right," Nait muttered. "You still have the hunting knives?"
"Always," Sanjii replied defiantly. "When's the attack going to start?"
"The one on the base will be in five hours, but we're expecting heavy resistance. We've sent out some Jedi and Darrina ahead of us to sabotage the place in case things get messy. After that: Coruscant."
Sanjii grinned. "Be safe," she said.
"You, too."
They cut the connection.
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