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Post by Abby on Feb 10, 2008 18:31:15 GMT -5
Nait liked him... maybe. He had no humility, that was sure. Outflying most of us? Nait thought privately. Fat chance. "Alright, you're on," he said. "You and me will work together. First line of business: How the hell did you get our space coordinates?"
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Jaskia frowned at Han, a puzzled expression on her face. She shook her head in a mute 'no.' "Weren't you just in the interrogation chambers? And where's Chewie?" Surprise dawned on her face. "You left the assassins in there alone?!"
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Post by Junk Angel on Feb 10, 2008 19:03:02 GMT -5
Sim trained once more. She was doing her best to best the drone for the hundredth time today. Yet she still wasn't sensitive enough at times. It still hit her one in ten times. At this she grated her teeth and found more resolve to continue.
She wouldn't fail this time, never again.
Yet most of what she did resolved around one hope, the hope that Jaskia would trust her, and give her a mission like she often did with the rest.
Of course, the fact that she was still too young eluded her generally, but it was this hope that drove her ever onward.
There were still times when she grieved for those that died on Endor. She knew only a few, for she became one of the ghosts only a while before the battle, but with those she did know, she formed strong friendships.
She wisked of a strand of her hair and brought her saber to a highguard once more. The drone wouldn't even touch her this time.
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Post by Mandalorian on Feb 10, 2008 20:25:37 GMT -5
Wey laughed slightly "The rebels hired me on as a mercenary for what ever mission there tryign to run... I don't think they are running it any more though, change of plans. They can never stay on the same course. As for how I knew the ghosts where on baord... well it was obviouse... i beileve i was actually told by the com officer..."
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Post by Abby on Feb 10, 2008 20:51:24 GMT -5
Nait laughed. "Of course," he said. "That guy's been spying for the Imperials for a long time." ignoring Wey's glance, he glanced at his wrist-chrono. "Alright, I'll go contact our friends on Tatooine. Maybe they can get Jabba to... lighten up a bit." He smirked and flicked a quick look at Wey. "Listen, man, you can stay here with Sora and wait until I get back, or go into the dorms. If you're hungry, go to the small Cantina two halls starboard of here. Stay out of trouble."
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Post by Rain on Feb 11, 2008 11:13:48 GMT -5
"Ofcourse not!" Han frowned, "What do you take me for! I left some guy named Xandyr Foxx or something or other..."
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Post by Abby on Feb 11, 2008 16:12:45 GMT -5
Jaskia frowned. "Han, you're worrying me," she said softly. She took his chin in her hands and pretended to observe his eyes. "Yeah..." she said, as if coming to a conclusion. "Are there any blank spots of your memory? Any at all? Or ones you can't seem to remember clearly?"
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Post by Junk Angel on Feb 11, 2008 16:55:53 GMT -5
Sim relaxed for a moment once, pondering everything she learned until now on the Home one.
A while she heard from someone that Wey was aboard. She hoped to catch him, corner him and ask a few questions about the old ghosts over a glass of lum. She hoped he'd say a bit more than Olee and Ja'mal, since both of those remained close mouther most of the time for some reason. She wanted to hear stories of heroes, stories of fought of darkness and everything with it.
Well, she'll have to catch him sooner or later she thought as she frowned on the bruise on her hand.
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Post by Mandalorian on Feb 11, 2008 21:48:51 GMT -5
Wey walked through the corridoors heading towards the cantina. He had a craveing for a good Corillian Ale but doubted that the rebels would have any on board. he walked in the "cantina" it was basicly a large cafeteria that had slightly dimmer lights and booths instead of tables. Wey roleld his eyes and headed over to teh start of the counter. He grabbed a tray and walked along looking at all the food They could atleast stock edible food He eventually settled on a peice of meat that looked slightly like steak, a biscuit, and some slightly over ripe fruit. He then walked over to the drink counter. Behind it there where a couple of younger women taking orders and passing out the drinks. he walked up and looked at there menu grimaced slightly and eventually settled on a beer called "Corillian Sunrise" the claimed to be a traditional corillian ale. One of the women passed it over and Wey headed over to teh register. He waited in line for a secodn and then passed his tray up to the man tendign the reister. he mumbled under his breathe for second obviously saying the order to himself and then glanced up "What rank are you" "umm..." he paused for a seecond "I'm a Ghost".
The man looked up in down at Wey, his eyes comign back a couple of times to the hilt of his vibro blade "ehh, i geuss you look like one. ok the order comes up to 12 credits with you're rank discount" Wey's widend slightly 12 credits for this. and thats after the discount! "ok here it is" he passed voer exactly 12 credits then walked voer to one of the booths and sat down and began tryign to decide which of the things was least likely to taste horrible.
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Post by Junk Angel on Feb 12, 2008 9:46:58 GMT -5
Sim considered getting something to eat after the shower. It didn't take her much deciding, she was ravenous.
She grabbed her cred pack, threw on a standard issue rebel jumpsuit and headed of to the cantina.
Weenard, the cantina chief knew her already well enough, for she was on the home one for some time now.
"Hi Sim, trained again?" "Of course," she smiled. "So what's on the menu today?" "Ah well the usual, chow chow and more chow, though I recommend that Cheluvian meat mash, I know it looks greenish poisonous and definitely not something you'd eat, but trust me, it's the best we've got."
"Sure, I'll trust. Throw in a Lemba beer to it will you."
"Will do Sim, so ghosts, that makes it six creds. Though you wouldn't believe me, there was some guy here a minute ago claiming he was one of you. Well I charged him fifty percent extra - you should see his face." Weenard smiled his booming laugh and pointed to Wey sitting in one of the corners.
"See him?"
"Sithspawn, that's him, will you excuse me for a moment I want to talk with the guy." She quickly took her tray and beer and headed over to Wey.
"Mind if I join you?"
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Post by Rain on Feb 12, 2008 11:38:40 GMT -5
"Wha-" Han started annoyingly, "I know what I heard and don't try to fool me with your hokie rligions and ancient weapons-"
Suddenly he stopped. He couldn't breathe. He felt as thogh he was passing out yet his body remained stiff and upright.
Olee stared in amazement and shock. Han's eyes began to turn a deep shade of black. Olee moved to see if he was ok. Then out of nowhere he turned around and hit her in the stomach with inhuman strength. She hit the ceiling before sh fell to the ground in a heap. Han thn turned to Jaskia.
"Die Paine!"
He grabbed her throat with grip tighter than that of a Wookie and slowly pushed her to the ground. She was helpless.
Olee jumped to her feet, swiftly ran behind han and kicked him with her heel. He should have been knocked out. Instead he got up, turned around and let out what sounded almost like a growl. He ran at her. She attempted to hold her ground but he pummelled straight through her. As she lay on the ground she noticed him walking up behind her. He raised his foot. Then gasped as he fell to the floor, his eyes slowly returning to normal.
"W-what h-happened to m-me?!" That was all he uttered before he fell, unconcious and in a heap.
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Post by Abby on Feb 12, 2008 17:00:52 GMT -5
When Han's hands closed around her throat, Jaskia had been more than surprised. With the prospect of either hurting one of her closest friends or die a quick, painful death, Jaskia had stalled, and the smuggler had driven her to the ground with such an inhuman force that, even with his hands gone, it hurt to swallow and breath. When Olee brought her foot up to kick Han in the head for a knockout blow--good ol' Olee--Jaskia had rolled away from her fight, coming up in a standing position and bringing the Force to bear in a river of pure-white energy. She was about to hold Han in a Stasis position when his eyes returned to brown.
And he collapsed.
Jaskia and Olee froze, thinking it was another trick. But there was no doubt, even in the Force, that the strange tirade had passed, and he was out stone-cold. Jaskia felt her red face slowly returning to its' normal color, but that did not stop her rasped breathing. If he had squeezed any harder...
Jaskia didn't finish the thought.
She knelt down next to Han, pinning his arms and legs in position with the Force. Taking out her comlink with albit shaky hands, she keyed in Sora and Nait's numbers, bringing it into a three-way conversation without letting go of Han. "Meet me in the MedBay," she said. "Hurry!"
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Nait finished typing out the message to Fi and Sanji just as the aweful feeling it. A prickle in the back of his neck, alerting him of a silent danger he had not seen. Moments later, Jaskia's voice over the comlink, breathing somewhat heavily with an indication of incredulousness.
Nait deleted his message to Sanji and Fi before he sent it, figuring that could wait a little while.
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Post by Rain on Feb 12, 2008 18:14:37 GMT -5
Olee got up slowly with a bit of help from Jaskia. A few broken ribs and a bit of bruising, nothing an hours meditation wouldn't fix up. She was still absolutely shocked at what had happened. Han attacked Jaskia, and then her when she had tried to intervene. But it wasn't Han.
"Are you OK," She asked Jaskia sincerely, "That was a pretty close call. Thanks, I would have been dead if you didn't intervene. What did you do anyway? To make him go out like that?"
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Post by Abby on Feb 12, 2008 19:56:45 GMT -5
Jaskia ignored the question, though a flicker of doubt sparked to life inside her head. "We need to get him to the MedBay," she muttered, observing the downed smuggler. She prided herself on her unwavering voice, though she, too, was wondering how she had managed to do… that.
She had felt a complete animal oneness with the Force, something that went on and beyond simple predatory instinct, beyond a natural Force Blood’s reflexes. She had been a part of the Force then. Not just a casual observer, but a director. She had channeled energy from her chi and into her arms and through her fingers with the one direct purpose of cleansing Han from the evil spirit that had plagued him.
Wait a moment.
Evil spirit?
Where had that come from?
Later, she thought. Later.
Later. Later. Later.
Jaskia pushed aside the distracting thoughts and leaned down to pick Han up with pure, physical strength. “I don’t rely completely on the Force, you know,” she had told an incredulous Sanji Taban one day during sparring training. Pushing straight up with her legs, she managed to throw the bigger man over her slim frame like a sack of Chibcha Gran-Balls.
The HomeOne had been built to Mon Cal standards, but only the high-level Jedi and Rebel operatives knew about the secret, underground passages just below the floors that would allow them to travel unseen. With a small exertion of her mind, Jaskia pulled back one of the heavier floor tiles, revealing a small trapdoor. Descending below that with Olee, she attached it again, and the entire hallways were filled with light.
Better that nobody saw an unconscious Han draped over a Jedi’s shoulder. Jaskia honestly didn’t know what people would think.
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Post by hk47fan on Feb 12, 2008 20:03:23 GMT -5
Mysterious Person
I tapped my finger on the armrest of the chair. The dim-lighting of the small room in the Imperial Palace hid my face, and it also hid my new "employee"'s face...but, I wouldn't be able to see it even in bright lighting. That helmet masked their face completely, but I didn't need to see it. What I needed was more than just a face from them.
"So, you need me? You haven't called me up in years, and I would've thought you would be too busy with your friends trying to keep your precious Empire from being demolished." the figure said in a mechanical voice
"That is very true, but there is a special job I need done. Very special. Jarek, Jabba, and all these others have people after Jaskia Paine and her Ghosts. I'll let them deal with that...for now. What I need you to do is go after someone else..." I whispered in a monotone
"Like who?" the employee asked in a curious tone
"Naos Redgrave. And if needed, his little partner-in-crime Tian Gash."
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Post by Abby on Feb 12, 2008 20:09:35 GMT -5
Jaskia didn't think that Sora had answered the comlink call. Nait had obviously heard, because he kept nudging her mind with his, wondering if she was okay, what was going on, why she seemed so shaken up...
She just told him to can it and wait for them with a straitjacket.
She brought the comlink to her lips, a great feat while running with a heavier man on one shoulder. "Sora," she said. "Sora, pick up."
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