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Post Sat Jan 05, 2013 11:40 pm

Re: Consular-class cruiser, The Hehewuti - Salon Pod

[quote="Nidawi":3lkzgnmk]"What I learned while meeting with Adulph concerns you both I imagine. . . You may want to make Umgul's defense forces aware of the possible threat so that they can increase their alert level."[/quote:3lkzgnmk]

[action:3lkzgnmk]Resting my chin atop the steepled fingers of my hands, I listen as Nidawi explains what she had learned while we had been on Roon, the idea of a gathering of Dark Lords on Korriban, as she says, a disturbing one.[/action:3lkzgnmk] [narration:3lkzgnmk]Sith are not known for combining their efforts, covetous of power as they are often wont to be and loathe to share it; if the report is true and a collective of Dark Lords has found a way to make common cause with one another, little good can come of it.[/narration:3lkzgnmk] [action:3lkzgnmk]Master Son'tir is, the last I heard, on a mission to Zonama Sekot, and so it is possible that the Jedi High Council and Watch Lead have not yet heard of the report from Admiral Vrenka and so, my right lekku swishing to curl around the outside of my hip as I stand, I say to Nidawi and Atlantis,[/action:3lkzgnmk] "If you will both excuse me a moment," [action:3lkzgnmk]and then move to sit on the arm of the couch nearest the entrance to the salon pod to avoid disturbing them, take my datapad from its pouch on my belt to send an encrypted message to the other members of the High Council to apprise them of what has been learned and, seeing that I have received a report from the envoys we sent to Rodia, smile faintly as I see it is from my former Padawan, Veran, and read of their successful efforts to reach out to the Jedi on Rodia; some good news welcome in light of that which Nidawi had learned.[/action:3lkzgnmk] [narration:3lkzgnmk]I have received a second message as well, from the Senate Commandos that had accompanied Master Son'tir to Zonama Sekot; a preliminary report that they had reached their destination unmolested and had found no evidence of the presence of a Vong fleet in orbit, suggesting that concerns about the possibility their attack on a Republic world was the first strike in a larger campaign, and that they were planning to continue to the planet's surface to attempt to establish contact with any Vong leadership they might encounter.[/narration:3lkzgnmk]

[action:3lkzgnmk]Returning to my earlier seat after sending a second message to my fellow members of the High Council, I push the sides of my hooded robe back and inform Atlantis and Nidawi,[/action:3lkzgnmk] "The team we sent to Zonama Sekot has made a preliminary report after reaching orbit. [action:3lkzgnmk]Turning to Atlantis I explain,[/action:3lkzgnmk] The Vong staged an attack on a Republic world not long ago and a joint Jedi and Senate Commando team was sent to determine whether it was the first strike in a larger campaign or an isolated incident. [action:3lkzgnmk]Speaking to both Nidawi and Atlantis, I continue,[/action:3lkzgnmk]They found no evidence of a fleet in orbit and are planning to make landfall to try and establish contact with the Vong's leadership."
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Post Mon Jan 07, 2013 9:20 pm

Re: Hyperspace

*Checking the coordinates, Shykrill sat back as best he could and held Juliet close to him. Smiling he brushed his hand through her hair, feeling it slide through his fingers.

Don't worry about a thing, Love. I've got the perfect place in mind to take your troubles away.

Kissing the crown of her head, he enjoyed the feel of her in his arms and just waited while they headed for the Core.*
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Post Tue Jan 08, 2013 7:05 am

Re: Consular-class cruiser, The Hehewuti - Salon Pod

[quote="Atlantis Vyridian":3k12xnew][color=#00BFFF:3k12xnew]"I may be out of line here, but how will they proceed to investigate those claims, you have stated some facts and mentioned who were being sent but..."[/color:3k12xnew] Atlantis sighed and shook his head momentarily, why was he even questioning that? He was very sure that whoever was going to be sent there would thread carefully. [color=#00BFFF:3k12xnew]"Just tell them to be careful, that planet can make any lightsiders go crazy."[/color:3k12xnew][/quote:3k12xnew]

[action:3k12xnew]Shaking her head when Atlantis suggests that he might be out of line to reassure him that he is welcome to ask whatever questions he might have, Nidawi, after he mentions the potential dangers to a lightsider on Korriban, nods and says,[/action:3k12xnew] "I will be sure to advise Admiral Vrenka of your precaution when next I speak with him. Thank you Atlantis," [action:3k12xnew]and then turns to Master Roma, nodding when she excuses herself.[/action:3k12xnew]

[narration:3k12xnew]When Master Roma returns and says,[/narration:3k12xnew]

[quote="Serrin Roma":3k12xnew]"The team we sent to Zonama Sekot has made a preliminary report after reaching orbit. [action:3k12xnew]Turning to Atlantis I explain,[/action:3k12xnew] The Vong staged an attack on a Republic world not long ago and a joint Jedi and Senate Commando team was sent to determine whether it was the first strike in a larger campaign or an isolated incident. [action:3k12xnew]Speaking to both Nidawi and Atlantis, I continue,[/action:3k12xnew]They found no evidence of a fleet in orbit and are planning to make landfall to try and establish contact with the Vong's leadership."[/quote:3k12xnew]

[action:3k12xnew]Nidawi nods, smiling as, endeavoring to lighten the mood, she jokes,[/action:3k12xnew] "You're resources must be quicker than mine; I've yet to receive that report myself. [narration:3k12xnew]Her expression becoming more serious, she says,[/narration:3k12xnew] While it is a relief to learn that the concerns about the Vong's attack having been preparing for a larger scale conflict were misplaced, I am unsure what the reasoning or motivation behind it was. Hopefully that is something the team will learn if they can make contact with the Vong. [narration:3k12xnew]Looking over at Atlantis, Nidawi, wanting to change the subject to something potentially more cheering, says,[/narration:3k12xnew] Since we will be dropping you off on Umgul before returning to the Core Worlds, I thought I might take the opportunity to meet with Senator Jade as we had discussed before our departure from Roon. You know Sentor Jade better than I, do you think he would be more receptive to a meeting with me if you were to express my interest in doing so on my behalf? Or would I be better served contacting him or his staff myself?"
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Post Tue Jan 08, 2013 9:54 pm

Re: Consular-class cruiser, The Hehewuti - Salon Pod

[quote="Nidawi":2sva4ep6][action:2sva4ep6]Nidawi nods, smiling as, endeavoring to lighten the mood, she jokes,[/action:2sva4ep6] "You're resources must be quicker than mine; I've yet to receive that report myself. [narration:2sva4ep6]Looking over at Atlantis, Nidawi, wanting to change the subject to something potentially more cheering, says,[/narration:2sva4ep6] Since we will be dropping you off on Umgul before returning to the Core Worlds, I thought I might take the opportunity to meet with Senator Jade as we had discussed before our departure from Roon. You know Sentor Jade better than I, do you think he would be more receptive to a meeting with me if you were to express my interest in doing so on my behalf? Or would I be better served contacting him or his staff myself?"[/quote:2sva4ep6]

[action:2sva4ep6]Smiling when Nidawi comments that my resources must be faster than hers, I tilt my head from one side to the other as though considering the validity of her claim and then say,[/action:2sva4ep6] "I'm sure you will get the same report before long and, [action:2sva4ep6]I gesture towards her with my left hand,[/action:2sva4ep6] you [i:2sva4ep6]did[/i:2sva4ep6] get the report about the possibility of a gathering of Sith on Korriban before me so it would seem that we're even for the moment. [action:2sva4ep6]Rising from my seat as Nidawi begins asking Atlantis about the possibility of arranging to meet with Raan, I wait until she has posed the question before, as the matter is one that is between her and Atlantis, saying,[/action:2sva4ep6] I believe I will excuse myself once more. I should make sure that there are no matters that require my attention on Corellia and will try to get some rest afterwards. [action:2sva4ep6]Bowing to Nidawi and then Atlantis, I rise from the bow and smile as I say,[/action:2sva4ep6] I will see you both later."

[action:2sva4ep6]Making my way aft from the salon pod, I go to the cabin Nidawi has provided for my use and enter it as our ship continues on its way to our [url=http://www.jedivsith.com/viewtopic.php?f=767&t=1172&start=760:2sva4ep6]destination[/url:2sva4ep6]. . .[/action:2sva4ep6]
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Post Fri Jan 11, 2013 1:00 pm

Re: Hyperspace

[size=150:3rz4y87c][color=#FFBF00:3rz4y87c][u:3rz4y87c]GPE-7300 space transport[/u:3rz4y87c][/color:3rz4y87c][/size:3rz4y87c]

[quote="Neassa Or'dinii":3rz4y87c][comlink:3rz4y87c]... [i:3rz4y87c]Operator[/i:3rz4y87c] and I will comm in on regular intervals and if we miss a check in, you leave immediately. That way [i:3rz4y87c]M[/i:3rz4y87c] knows we were made, that the op was a bust and that he needs to hire some more people. [action:3rz4y87c]Turning the T-visor of her buy'ce to Isabelle, she says without any hint of sarcasm,[/action:3rz4y87c] But that won't happen, right? You [i:3rz4y87c]do[/i:3rz4y87c] have something less conspicuous to wear I hope? We'll be playing nice, boring, square, vanilla travelers and we'll need to draw as little attention to ourselves as possible. If the locals can't give us an indication of where the [i:3rz4y87c]Dar'jetii[/i:3rz4y87c] were, or are, then we'll regroup and recon the Valley of Dark Lords on the off chance the [i:3rz4y87c]Dar'jetii[/i:3rz4y87c] set up there. Questions?[/comlink:3rz4y87c][/quote:3rz4y87c]
[color=#BF00FF:3rz4y87c][i:3rz4y87c]I can't help but to get the feeling that our fearless leader doesn't like me very much, not that I particularly care what her opinions of me are since I didn't pick her to make a friend, I picked her to get a job done. Though her plan has one major flaw, Drake's loyalty, he won't just leave me to die nor could I really imagine him leaving anyone to die, but the mission does take priority.[/i:3rz4y87c][/color:3rz4y87c]

[b:3rz4y87c][i:3rz4y87c][color=#BF0080:3rz4y87c]She looks to Drake and nods with a subtle smile to confirm that she is in agreement with Neassa then turns her attention back to the speaker.[/color:3rz4y87c][/i:3rz4y87c][/b:3rz4y87c]

[color=#BF00FF:3rz4y87c][i:3rz4y87c]Nice? Boring? Square? Vanilla? Sweetheart, I'm a thief, blending in is what I do, but even[/i:3rz4y87c] I'm [i:3rz4y87c]not sure I can pull off that low bar. I suppose I can think of it as a challenge, it'll just take some artistic countermeasures and hopefully no one will recognize me. I've already got an idea.[/i:3rz4y87c][/color:3rz4y87c]

[b:3rz4y87c]"[/b:3rz4y87c][color=#FF80FF:3rz4y87c]One question. Do you have any robes?[/color:3rz4y87c][b:3rz4y87c]"[/b:3rz4y87c]

[b:3rz4y87c][i:3rz4y87c][color=#BF0080:3rz4y87c]She says not looking at Neassa as she reaches down to pull some items out of the extra pockets on her belt. Notably some make-up, temporary hair dye, and what appears to be a contact case.[/color:3rz4y87c][/i:3rz4y87c][/b:3rz4y87c]

[size=150:3rz4y87c][color=#FFBF00:3rz4y87c][u:3rz4y87c]Perses Station - Isabelle's Office[/u:3rz4y87c][/color:3rz4y87c][/size:3rz4y87c]

[quote="Siroun Dadurian":3rz4y87c][action:3rz4y87c]Turning towards the droids as they approach, Siroun arches an eyebrow inquisitively when Iggy asks for her arm after stating that her identification markers are ready. Setting her drink down and lifting her right arm, pulling her suit coat's sleeve down and unbuttoning her blouse, Siroun asks with an amused smile,[/action:3rz4y87c] "Identification markers? Am I being tagged?" [action:3rz4y87c]After asking the question, the sleeves of her blouse and suit coat now rolled up to her elbow, Siorun holds her arm out for the droid.[/action:3rz4y87c][/quote:3rz4y87c]
[npc name=Iggy:3rz4y87c][comlink:3rz4y87c]Heavens no. [action:3rz4y87c]He says in an alarmed voice just before he pauses.[/action:3rz4y87c] Well in a way I suppose you are. [action:3rz4y87c]And then his voice changed back to his usual chipper one[/action:3rz4y87c] But not to worry, it's for your protection as I am told, I'm sure that Isabelle can explain it more to you when she returns. [action:3rz4y87c]He picked up the injection gun from Q9 and turned back to the doctor.[/action:3rz4y87c] There are three functions in this device...[/comlink:3rz4y87c][/npc:3rz4y87c]

[npc name=Quincy:3rz4y87c][action:3rz4y87c]The little droid interrupts his counterpart in binary.[/action:3rz4y87c][/npc:3rz4y87c]

[npc name=Iggy:3rz4y87c][comlink:3rz4y87c]It is going in her, she has a right to know what it does, now hush. [action:3rz4y87c]He turns his attention back to Siroun but then quickly looks back over to Q9.[/action:3rz4y87c] And use your vocabulator so that everyone can understand you, it's rude. [action:3rz4y87c]He returns his attention once again to Siroun as Q9 rolls away, spouting off binary again.[/action:3rz4y87c] I must apologize for his behavior, Quincy tends to use droidspeak when he gets worked up. Not to worry he is harmless. Now as I was saying, this device holds three functions, the first is an access signal, when you enter a secure room it logs both your enter and exit times in the Organization mainframe. The next is your security clearance, you will not be able to enter rooms above your clearance without escort nor will you be able to access terminals or information above your clearance. The third is a location marker to let the Organization know where you are. And as I said, Isabelle can explain the rest to you when she returns. Now you will feel a slight pinch. [action:3rz4y87c]He brings the gun to her arm and injects the chip[/action:3rz4y87c] There all done.[/comlink:3rz4y87c][/npc:3rz4y87c]
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Post Fri Jan 11, 2013 10:10 pm

GPE-7300 space transport, "Chariklo"

[quote="Isabelle Eoura":2dm7jkvg][b:2dm7jkvg]"[/b:2dm7jkvg][color=#FF80FF:2dm7jkvg]One question. Do you have any robes?[/color:2dm7jkvg][b:2dm7jkvg]"[/b:2dm7jkvg]

[b:2dm7jkvg][i:2dm7jkvg][color=#BF0080:2dm7jkvg]She says not looking at Neassa as she reaches down to pull some items out of the extra pockets on her belt. Notably some make-up, temporary hair dye, and what appears to be a contact case.[/color:2dm7jkvg][/i:2dm7jkvg][/b:2dm7jkvg][/quote:2dm7jkvg]

[action:2dm7jkvg]Her amused arching of her left eyebrow is hidden beneath her buy'ce as, wondering who has robes as a standard part of their wardrobe other than [i:2dm7jkvg]jetii[/i:2dm7jkvg] or [i:2dm7jkvg]dar'jetii[/i:2dm7jkvg], Neassa evidences the first signs of a sense of humor as she says dryly, which might or might not come across over her [i:2dm7jkvg]buy'ce's[/i:2dm7jkvg] speaker,[/action:2dm7jkvg] [comlink:2dm7jkvg]Unless you mean a bathrobe, no. [narration:2dm7jkvg]Guessing that she has an idea of where [i:2dm7jkvg]Operator[/i:2dm7jkvg] is going, Neassa says,[/narration:2dm7jkvg] I do have a black trench coat though. [narration:2dm7jkvg][i:2dm7jkvg]Operator[/i:2dm7jkvg] is a few inches taller than Neassa and has a more voluptuous figure than her own wiry, athletic build and so Neassa adds,[/narration:2dm7jkvg] It'll be a little short on you but should fit alright otherwise. Will that work with what you have in mind?[/comlink:2dm7jkvg]

[narration:2dm7jkvg]Having seen the look that [i:2dm7jkvg]Operator[/i:2dm7jkvg] exchanged with Drake after explaining that Drake would be staying on the ship, Neassa gathers that Drake is only complying since [i:2dm7jkvg]Operator[/i:2dm7jkvg] gave the instruction her nod and makes a note of that fact; Starbender is not typically, Neassa assumes, going to be a part of her team and so supposes that his apparent disinclination to accept orders from anyone other than [i:2dm7jkvg]Operator[/i:2dm7jkvg] will not be an issue for her after their current mission. She will, Neassa guesses, have to make sure that she and [i:2dm7jkvg]Operator[/i:2dm7jkvg] are on the same page for the duration of the mission before giving any orders concerning Starbender though since the three of them will need to be working like a team, not individuals if they are to succeed and every team needs a leader if it is going to operate smoothly.[/narration:2dm7jkvg]

[action:2dm7jkvg]Pushing off the wall, Neassa nods towards the corridor leading back to the cabins and says to [i:2dm7jkvg]Operator[/i:2dm7jkvg],[/action:2dm7jkvg] [comlink:2dm7jkvg]Come on, I'll show you the coat, [action:2dm7jkvg]and then leads the way to her cabin.[/action:2dm7jkvg] [narration:2dm7jkvg]Neassa's cabin is just as spartan as the rest of the ship has been, with few personal touches other than the simple and unadorned shrine which she uses in her daily [i:2dm7jkvg]aay'han[/i:2dm7jkvg].[/narration:2dm7jkvg] [action:2dm7jkvg]Opening the closet in the room, revealing a sparse wardrobe consisting primarily of loose fitting, nondescript casual clothing and, perhaps surprisingly, a few business suits that she uses when employing an alias that requires them, Neassa takes out the black trench coat she has in mind as fitting what [i:2dm7jkvg]Operator[/i:2dm7jkvg] is looking for, a black, double breasted and belted military style great coat, and holds out towards [i:2dm7jkvg]Operator[/i:2dm7jkvg] as she asks,[/action:2dm7jkvg] What do you think?[/comlink:2dm7jkvg]
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Post Sat Jan 12, 2013 1:05 am

Perses Station - Isabelle's Office

[quote="Iggy":tlivdiv3][comlink:tlivdiv3]Heavens no. [action:tlivdiv3]He says in an alarmed voice just before he pauses.[/action:tlivdiv3] Well in a way I suppose you are. [action:tlivdiv3]And then his voice changed back to his usual chipper one[/action:tlivdiv3] But not to worry, it's for your protection as I am told, I'm sure that Isabelle can explain it more to you when she returns. [action:tlivdiv3]He picked up the injection gun from Q9 and turned back to the doctor.[/action:tlivdiv3] There are three functions in this device... Now you will feel a slight pinch. [action:tlivdiv3]He brings the gun to her arm and injects the chip[/action:tlivdiv3] There all done.[/comlink:tlivdiv3][/quote:tlivdiv3]

[action:tlivdiv3]Looking away from her arm as Iggy raises the injector towards her arm after explaining the functions of the identification markers she will be having implanted, Siroun says,[/action:tlivdiv3] "That all sounds quite reasonable Iggy, thank you, [action:tlivdiv3]and, wincing as the chip is is injected, smiles when the droid says they are done with the implantation, reaching for her drink and taking a sip before setting the glass back down and beginning to roll her sleeve down after flexing her arm a few times and asking,[/action:tlivdiv3] I believe that you will be showing me the ship and my office now? [action:tlivdiv3]Finished rolling her sleeve down, Siorun adjusts her suit coat's sleeve and motions towards the door as she asks,[/action:tlivdiv3] Shall we then?"

[action:tlivdiv3]As they begin making their way towards the hangar bay, Siroun asks,[/action:tlivdiv3] "Do you know if I will be onboard the ship the majority of the time, or here on the Station? I have some brought some personal belongings with me and so would need to know where my primary quarters will be before I begin unpacking."
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Post Tue Jan 15, 2013 8:48 pm

Re: Hyperspace

[quote="Neassa Or'dinii":3ickxj60][action:3ickxj60]After setting a large metal bowl on the small counter beside the equally small galley's sink, Neassa begins to scrub the dirt, sweat and blood from her hands as, speaking loudly enough to be heard over the running water, she explains,[/action:3ickxj60] "To be perfectly honest, even I don't know a lot about our employer. He's not the social type from what I gather. You probably won't ever meet him. I've only met him via holographic transmission. Might not have even been the real him. He'll communicate through me or [i:3ickxj60]Operator[/i:3ickxj60], who you will probably meet when we arrive at the station."

[action:3ickxj60]Her hands clean, Neassa returns to the couch with the bowl and opens the medkit, taking out what she needs to clean and stitch the wound in her side as she goes on to explain,[/action:3ickxj60] "As far as command structure, that's it. [i:3ickxj60]Operator[/i:3ickxj60] is in charge of the station, [i:3ickxj60]M[/i:3ickxj60] gives me our orders and I lead the operational team that you are now a part of. [action:3ickxj60]Gritting her teeth as she cleans the wound, Neassa says,[/action:3ickxj60] Before you ask, the team is still in the some assembly required stage. You were the first prospective member on the list. It's your talents in the field of infiltration that attracted the attention of [i:3ickxj60]M[/i:3ickxj60], the employer you'll probably never meet. [action:3ickxj60]Taking out the sterile suture tray and opening it, Neassa smiles as she says intentionally enigmatically,[/action:3ickxj60] Profit isn't [i:3ickxj60]M[/i:3ickxj60]'s motive though."

[narration:3ickxj60]As Neassa waits for Inferno to ask the inevitable follow up question, [i:3ickxj60]Shuk'la[/i:3ickxj60], having taken the ship out of Genosis'; gravity well, takes the vessel from realspace and into hyperspace to continue their journey on to the station [url=http://jedivsith.com/viewtopic.php?f=1031&t=3296&start=820:3ickxj60]. . .[/url:3ickxj60][/narration:3ickxj60][/quote:3ickxj60]

[color=#FFBF00:3ickxj60][i:3ickxj60]Shepherd[/i:3ickxj60], [i:3ickxj60]Operator[/i:3ickxj60], [i:3ickxj60]M[/i:3ickxj60]... this was all beginning to get a bit laughable to Inferno, but he tried his best to maintain a mostly-straight face as he listened to [i:3ickxj60]Shepherd's[/i:3ickxj60] account. As he did so, he kicked his feet up onto the couch in attempt to make himself more comfortable.
Still, when [i:3ickxj60]Shepherd[/i:3ickxj60] - eventually I'll stop italicizing the name, but for now I'm still using it facetiously - explained to the clone that he caught someone's attention, he couldn't help but wonder if it was really his [i:3ickxj60]own[/i:3ickxj60] record that impressed, or that of his predecessor, Silver Mereel.
Still, she continued on to explain rather cryptically that profit wasn't the motive for putting together this team, leaving him open to ask almost in clich├â┬®,[/color:3ickxj60] "then what is the goal of this [i:3ickxj60]M[/i:3ickxj60] character?"
[color=#FFBF00:3ickxj60]He still had plenty more questions to ask, some more relevant than others, but he chose to hold onto those until he found out exactly [i:3ickxj60]why[/i:3ickxj60] he was... wherever he was.
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Post Tue Jan 15, 2013 10:03 pm

GPE-7300 space transport, "Chariklo"

*The left corner of her lips curls up in an amused smile as Neassa, having observed Inferno's struggle to keep a straight face and able to guess the cause for the struggle when looking up occasionally from stitching the wound in her side, doesn't answer his question right away and instead crinkles her nose as she asks,* "It's the names, right? You know how it is, anonymity is important in some circles. Protects everyone when you think about it. You can't give up what you don't know, can you? *Shrugging her shoulders, guessing there is no harm in letting him know her real first name if it will help him trust her and prevent him from cracking up, Neassa says,* If it helps, I'm Neassa unless we're on the chrono."

*Finished stitching the wound, Neassa begins to dress it and, since she is pretty sure based on her observations of him and their interactions thusfar that Inferno has an attention span on par with a Kowakian monkey lizard on glitterstim, explains M's motivations in as simple and quick a way as possible, knowing it might cause him to crack up but, as it is the truth so far as she knows, sharing it anyway,* "M's motivation? Saving the universe. Pretty cool, huh?"
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Post Tue Jan 15, 2013 11:09 pm

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"That does help." He said with sincerity when she gave her real name. "But if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not have some super secret code name unless it's absolutely necessary. I kind of like the name I have now."
He did snort, however, in amusement of Neassa/Shepherd's explanation of their job to save the universe. "Oh, is that all?" Shaking his head slightly with a half-grin on his face, "now where have I heard that before?"
He immediately regretted asking the question, however. Trying too hard to remember where he'd heard mention of delusions of saving the universe sparked another unpleasant flashback of memories that didn't belong directly to the clone...

He was in a dark area, sitting in a chair and being examined by a man wearing half a mask over his mouth and nose. An overhead light was blinding, limiting his awareness of anything else going on around him.
They say he's supposed to be used to save the galaxy as we know it. The man's words echoed in Inferno's head, causing the clone to wince slightly. But the other ones, in the darker robes... they keep saying they'd rather use him to conqure it. That's even if he survives the procedure...

Everything faded to black after a few long moments, and Inferno was brought back into the lounge room of Shepherd's ship. Shaking his head lightly to clear it, he blinked a few times before his eyes readjusted to the interior lighting.

"Just one more question," he said, furrowing his brow in a more serious expression. "You seem to know a lot about me; who I am, where you could find me. Did your superiors have the intel to inform you of what I am?"
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Post Wed Jan 16, 2013 12:21 am

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*Neassa can't help but smile when Inferno says that he would rather not have a super secret code name, arching an eyebrow playfully as she asks,* "You mean Inferno isn't a super secret code name?" *Finished bandaging her side, Neassa is setting aside the items she has used and returning what can be reused to the med kit as Inferno snorts when hearing her explanation of The Organization's purpose and she shrugs with a bemused smile as though to convey that she understands how ridiculous it sounds on the surface of things; it does sound grandiose and improbable, Neassa knows that just as well as she knows that, as it has been presented to her, the goal is, for her, one worth striving towards all the same.

As, after having closed the med kit and dropping the items that need to be disposed of into the bowl she had used when cleaning the wound in her side, Neassa is settling herself more comfortably on the sofa, she narrows her eyes in commingled concern and confusion when Inferno seems to go off in his head briefly, her expression resuming it's more customary vaguely amused air when he shakes his head and seems to come back from wherever he had gone and asks what he claims will be his final question.*
*Tilting her head to the side inquisitively, unsure she has understood precisely what Inferno is asking, Neassa asks,* "That you're a clone? Is that what you mean?"
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The Echani winced in a playful 'touch├â┬®' expression when asked if 'Inferno' was a codename.
It certainly wasn't his real name - although considering the fact that he never had a real name, it was about as real as any other handle that he could have picked for himself.
"Well, I figured Subject #AP1257 might be a bit of a mouth full."
He could tell that she had been confused by his question, which wasn't entirely unanticipated. Yet when she answered inquiringly that he was a clone, that was pretty much the extent of what he wanted to know. The fact that she didn't know more than that - or perhaps that she wasn't admitting to knowing more - was both relieving and a bit disappointing.
"Yep, that's what I meant." He stated rather enthusiatically, then added, "I guess that means it's more likely that your organization was impressed by and sought out the original specimen, and then, finding him somewhat expired, decided to settle for the knockoff brand." He maintained his half-smile as he said this, signifying that the concept did not upset him.
In truth, if they did know anything about the original Silver, then that could be beneficial for Inferno as well. Perhaps the clone could talk someone into letting him in on the information they'd uncovered...
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Post Wed Jan 16, 2013 7:05 pm

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*Nodding with an amused smile when Inferno explains why he goes by Inferno, Neassa says,* "You figured right, *bobbing her head from side to side when he speculates as to why The Organization had chosen him as a potential candidate. Pursing her lips in thought, Neassa, disinclined to withhold information from those she will be leading if possible, says honestly,* Not going to lie, that was a part of it. The possibility that you'd share some of the original's skills did factor into the decision from what I was told. But only in a speculative way where as, *she lifts a hand an gestures towards Inferno,* your own accomplishments were probably the primary factor in the decision. *Crinkling her nose, Neassa crosses her arms over her chest, settling her back against the arm of the sofa so she is facing Inferno, and says,* At least I'd hope so."

*Her tone becomes suggestive of the fact she is musing aloud as, after a brief pause, Neassa says,* "I mean, look at the Grand Army of the Republic for example. There may have been an army of Fett look alikes under the helmets, but, appearance aside, the Clone troopers were individuals. They all had the same training and genetic template, but once they started having their own experiences? They became their own, unique, individuals, right? You aren't whoever they cloned. You have their face and their genetic characteristics, but you've had your own life and it's shaped you into, well, you. *Shrugging her shoulders, smiling as she realizes that she has gone off on a tangent, Neassa says,* At least that's my take on it. If M chose you only because he was hoping you'd be a carbon copy of the original he's not as smart as I'd like to think he is."
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"That's a fair analogy," Inferno answered to Neassa's explanation of the Clone army created for the Republic. "But at the end of the day those clones were all simply that, and they were considered explendable even by the Jeedai." He pursed his lips in thought, "also they turned out to be corrupt and virtually whiped out their perceived superiors. So there's that."
He lowered the hood of his cloak and turned his head to face the human woman, his expression light and somewhat cheerful in spite of the dark spin he'd wrought upon the current topic. "But it was a fair analogy."
Uncertain of whether or not Neassa wished to further pursue the discussion, Inferno found his own attention drifting away, and so he decided to ask another question, choosing to ignore the fact that he'd stated his previous inquiry would be the last. "So what happens when we get to... wherever we're going?"
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Post Wed Jan 16, 2013 10:47 pm

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*Neassa, pursing her lips and tilting her head to the side in a vague gesture that expresses neither agreement nor disagreement with Inferno's response to her analogy, is able to tell that the subject is not of enough interest to him that it would be worth pursuing further and so she lets the matter go.* *His remark about the soldiers of the GAR being only clones was, Neassa thinks, both telling and surprising; revealing she suspects some of his thoughts about himself. That subject, too, Neassa lets lay, thinking it is something The Organization's shrink can explore.*

*Standing up and stretching her arms overhead, Neassa answers Inferno's question,* "Orientation, medical and psychological evaluation, that kind of thing would be my guess, *then frowns in sympathy with a shrug and says,* Sounds fun, right? Like I told you before, we're still in the process of assembling the team you are now a proud member of, so once you've been deemed fit for duty you'll probably have some time to kill unless you're assigned any solo ops or feel like tagging along to make recruitment pitches with me. *After rolling her neck and shoulders, Neassa picks up the bowl and medkit and asks,* You hungry or anything? I'm thinking of cleaning up and then crashing until we're closer to the station so I can show you where you can bunk if you want to do the same or you can keep Shuk'la company if you're too wired to sleep and find chatting with droids entertaining."
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"Droids are... predictable." Inferno answered with his own shrug, "I could stand to take a power nap, however."
He made the last statement a bit facetiously, as Neassa's last few remarks introduced a slew of brand new questions into his mind. He likely wasn't going to get any sleep whilst they bounced around in his head.
Standing and flipping his hood back up over his head, he tilted his head left and right, allowing for the resounding crackling noises to relieve a tense neck, he asks rather off-handedly,
"so you're from one of the Mandalorian clans? Or you used to be, anyway, right?"
He was kind of hoping that his random deduction of this fact would sound impressive, but ultimately all he needed to do was put two and two together. The way she fought so aptly back in the arena on Geonosis implied that she had a warrior background, and her droid's handle deriving from the Mandalorian language, Mando'a, left the elimination process brisk.
He figured she knew enough about him that it was only fair he asked her something about herself.
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Post Wed Jan 16, 2013 11:46 pm

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*Nodding her agreement with Inferno's opinion of droids, Neassa smiles and says,* "That they are, *and then nodding aft to indicate where they will be heading, begins leading the way to one of the passenger cabins. Arching an eyebrow in surprise when Inferno, who must know enough Mando'a to recognize that her droid's name is from that language, Neassa says,* "Impressive. Not many aruetii know enough of the language to recognize it. You'll have to tell me how you learned it sometime. *Seeing no reason to keep her clan from him, Neassa says,* I'm an Or'dinii," *guessing that Inferno is clever enough to note the use of the present tense and conclude that she is not dar'manda without the need to spell it out for him.

Arriving at the door of one of the passenger cabins, Neassa opens the door and gestures in towards the unadorned, characterless room, saying,*
"Dull, I know, but the bunk is comfortable and that's all you really need, right? *Tilting her head to the side inquisitively, Neassa asks,* Anything else you need or, *she smiles with a hint of amusement,* any, *she makes quotation marks in the air with her free hand,* last questions you want to ask before you take your power nap?"
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"It's actually not that impressive." Inferno admitted while following Neassa through her ship. "Silver Mereel, the subject after whom I'd been cloned was a Mandalorian for a whole nine years before becoming what your culture refers to as dar'manda." He went on to explain in a tone that sounded almost sarcastic, though his words were genuine. "It took me a while to adopt his fluency in Mando'a before I could make proper sense of half the bleeding flashbacks I regularly experience..."
Making note of her admittance that she was an Or'dinii, his half-smile widened just slightly as he hoped she hadn't just insulted herself by using the word in its literal meaning, but instead assumed that was the name of her Clan. He didn't say anything on the matter, however.

When they arrived at Inferno's intended temporary dwelling place, the clone looked inside and immediately felt at home. Being a minimalist by nature - before Geonosis he lived in his Ghtroc 720 Freighter - he didn't require anything too fancy. "It beats a cot in a cell." He said in semi-jest, referring to his sleeping arrangements on Geonosis.
Grinning a bit sheepishly at her ribbing query of whether he had any more 'last questions', he did speak up about one particular issue that genuinely concerned him. "You said there would be a medical evaluation I'd have to go through." His expression took a more sober form. "Do you know what all that's going to involve?"
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Post Thu Jan 17, 2013 6:39 am

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*Neassa listens with a mildly skeptical expression as Inferno explains how he came to achieve a fluency in Mando'a, what he says contradicting her admittedly limited understanding of the cloning process and what kind of information would have been passed along to the clone via Mereel's DNA; twin studies that show the many similarities between twins raised apart from one another and in different locations, economic, educational an environmental situations aside, Neassa has never heard of any studies proving the existence of ancestral memory - which makes perfect sense since an organism's genetic code is essentially fixed from the time it is conceived to the day it dies and memories do not, in any case, alter the DNA and are instead stored by altering synapses in the brain. There may be some other reason for Inferno's flashbacks but Neassa doubts he would want to explore that subject with her at the moment and so, when he has finished his explanation, nods and says in a cheerful tone,* "That's some wacky, wild stuff."

*Smiling after Inferno, seeming a bit apprehensive to Neassa, asks what the medical evaluation would be likely to involve, Neassa tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes playfully as she asks,* "You aren't phobic about doctors or something are you? *Shrugging and, in case he is really worried, continuing on in a non-teasing tone, Neassa says,* Nothing too serious I'd guess; they'll probably check your heart rate and blood pressure, draw some blood, have you pee in a cup, cup your gett'se and have you turn and cough, stick a finger up your sheb'ika to check your prostate maybe, that kind of thing."
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Post Thu Jan 17, 2013 3:27 pm

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"You don't know the half of it..." Inferno commented in regards to her reaction to his cryptic explanation for his understanding the Mandalorian language. If the more in-depth details of his cloning process ever became critically relevant he could try to discuss it with her another time.
He wasn't certain that it soon wouldn't be critically relevant, however, when Neassa goes into detail over what the medical evaluation would entail, per his request.

"Oh, so nothing too invasive then," he in jest at the mention of a prostate exam. In truth, he was far more concerned about the bloodwork, and the inevitable questions that would accompany such tests. A bridge that he'd need to cross when he came to it...
It wasn't something he was fully prepared to discuss, mainly because he didn't fully understand the matter himself - the primary reason why he'd been so fervently tracking down any sliver of documentation he could find on the late Silver Mereel. He couldn't find the answers he'd desperately sought after; how was he supposed to provide those answers to anyone else?
"I guess I'll deal with that when I deal with it." He ultimately resigned. "That's pretty much all I need to know." He nodded to the woman in gratitude, his signature half-smile reappearing, "thanks."
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