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Post Tue Apr 19, 2011 10:35 am

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"No no no no. Oh **** no. Give me that camera! You are so not having a picture of that."
Leliana tries to reach over to grab the camera, but she fails. After a few minutes of struggling, she sits back resigned.
"Fine, keep your camera."
The look on her face is one of annoyance at both Mario and herself for being caught by that.

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Post Tue Apr 19, 2011 10:58 am

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*Mario turns toward Leliana as they cruise through the atmosphere.*

"Oh come on, don't you feel a little better knowing I got my picture after all? You strike me as the sort of person that wouldn't feel right going back on a promise, but if I'm wrong I suppose you can delete the picture. No one will ever know you went back on the bet except the two of us. Guess I just thought you were better than that..."

*Even though he doesn't know the terrain at all, Mario approaches a hangar while he talks, making it look easy despite his split attention.*
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Post Tue Apr 19, 2011 12:05 pm

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"Oh no. Don't you try to make me feel guilty! I'll wrestle you. I will!"
Despite that, a smile still creeps up on her face. She was definitely going to miss this funny guy.

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Post Tue Apr 19, 2011 6:35 pm

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*The Rosinante returns from the atmosphere, minus one passenger. Mario sighs, drumming his fingers on the dashboard as he waits for the jump to hyperspace. Even though the ride to Vandelhelm would be much shorter than the trip here, Mario knew it wouldn't feel that way without someone to keep him company. A few minutes later the fighter clears the planet's gravity well and switches to lightspeed.*
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Post Sat Jul 02, 2011 9:14 am

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A heavily banged up G9 Rigger freighter exited hyperspace above Osarian. Normally, such an appearance was not unusual. Trade ships came and went every day plying their wares, and a pristine G9 Rigger in this day and age was more subject to suspicion than one in the shape like this. No, what set this ship apart was the ships that exited hyperspace just before and after it.

2 A-Wing fighters came first, then the freighter, then 2 B-Wing fighter-bombers bearing the markings of the Republic Special Forces Reserves. As all the ships fell into formation around the freighter, its pilot transmitted landing coordinates while scanning for nearby threats. By order of the Senate Paramilitary Investigations Committee no private craft was to come within striking distance of the freighter and its cargo.

"Overkill if you ask me," the pilot, CC-146 said to her copilot. Both security clones nodded to one another. "All this firepower and he ain't said more than two words to us. Force only knows what the creep is worth dead now, but it can't be enough to mess with us."

CC-147 clicked her tongue. "For now. But we can't guard 'im forever. Too much to pay for. I just want to dump him in the Jedi's lap and get home. I got a new Z-6 rotary on special order that I can't wait to try out."

"Seriously? I'll give you-"

"I don't care what you'll give me- I'm using it first."

146 sulked in her chair as the G9 freighter and its escort began to descend to the planetary surface.
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Post Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:43 pm

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High above the planet of Osaria, traffic went back and forth as was the norm for interstellar commerce. But strangely, a GR-75 Medium transport exited hyperspace, transmitted an emergency hailing message to orbital command- their engine had suffered a malfunction and was going critical, heavy fuel leaks and concentrated oxygen was making the ship unstable. The crew was making its way to the escape pods- only for the ship to explode in orbit, spreading debris into the atmosphere to burn up harmlessly.

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Perhaps by coincidence, or the will of the Force, the hyperspace lane erupted as a small squadron of ships emerged on the heels of the transport ships. The flagship, Banner of Corellia, was a Nebulon-B Frigate while it was escorted by two Carrack-class light cruisers and a Lancer Frigate.

At the head of the frigate's bridge, Admiral Gaers Marthik shifted his considerable stomach in the Admiral's seat, watching Osaria down below.

"Drop shields, lower power to the weapons. Send in the greetings to orbital control. We've done this slacking in the outer rim. Don't want to stir this Krayt dragon awake, ladies and gents."

The ship came to orbit, holding the convoy ready for inspection and boarding by the security teams if necessary. Not that this ragtag bunch could do any damage to the planet if they had it in their minds to. Marthik was not about to start any. Far from it, he'd come here looking for friends- whether or not they answered his call was another matter. The princess wouldn't take too long in returning from her own mission. The Jedi might not be pleased he was extending an invitation to the Fel Empire, but pride and blood came second to preserving the peace of the galaxy- what little there was left.

The admiral shifted in his seat again, rubbing his frayed and graying chin and scratching beneath the wiry beard. This would be a difficult match to make. Regardless, he was leaving this world with a fleet at his back. Whether that fleet was merely his own would be another matter entirely.
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Post Tue Jul 19, 2011 8:25 pm

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*At an odd point in space for incoming traffic, a VCX-700 Heavy Courier drops out of hyperspace. Indeed it, most certainly did not use any charted hyper-lane, a dangerous and very unpredictable way to travel. The Ship's transponder code marked it as the Biron. It seemed to have made the trip with out acquiring any new scars, or burn marks on it's hull. It entered real space with it's shields up and sub-lights warm and idling. After scanning local space for potential threats, noting the small fleet in orbit, the Biron head towards Osarian's low orbit. Once there it scans the surface looking for the Kacik Field. Upon locating the field and hangar bay, the Biron descends into the atmosphere.*
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Post Mon Oct 10, 2011 6:42 am

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The cruiser marked to the public as the 'Charity' exited hyperspace above Osarian as a shuttle blasted off from the surface of the planet with a prisoner aboard.

As the crew waited for their newest prisoner, KR-2230 transferred an anesthetized and strip-searched Xeonon from the medical block to the prison holds of the Carrack cruiser. As Xeonon was plopped into a small 6 x 6 windowless, darkened cell KR used a spray bottle to remove the Vong restraint device. The clone quickly removed himself from the room, slamming the door shut and locked behind Xeonon, leaving a small slit in the door as Xeonon's only view into the outside world.

Time flew with the speed of hours, it might have seemed, until the militaristically silence was broken by the sound of a struggle.

"You can't do this to me! I didn't mean to leave! I mean it! He stole me! Please!"

KR-2230 accompanied by a team of security clones, dragged a young man through the halls of the ship to the cell opposite of Xeonon's. The new prisoner, in a few words, was a stunning thing to look at. In a white overcoat, thigh high boots and tan slacks he was impeccably dressed, but clothes did not make the man. The young man had shoulder length platinum hair, flawless milky skin, deep blue eyes the color of a clean sea and a pair of white feathered wings sprouting from his back. If he paused in his struggles against the captors, Thrix Jewel would look like something captured from a painting from one of the great artists or sculptors of the galactic core.

In his current frenzied, sobbing state, he was something much less. When Thrix opened his mouth to complain again, KR backhanded him, promptly silencing the genetic slave before throwing him into the room.

"He will need retraining, immediately," KR said to the team of nearly identical clones around him.

"How severe?"

"Level Three. The whole crew."

A brief pause. "Is that warranted? That might damage him psychologically for the Higher Ups."

"He is not wanted for what he says, merely what he looks like. He's been tailored to recover from the bruises quickly. Now get C-crew awake and down here. Stim them if you have to, but I want this individuality taken out of him by force. I'll get the ball rolling here. I need to blow some steam off after that kriffing mess in the Core."

"As you prefer, sir."

KR and the others formed a line at the door with military precision while the lieutenant headed off to the crew quarters. The door to Thrix's cell opened and shut. An indeterminate amount of time later, it reopened to allow a brief scream as KR-2230 left the room and his second in command stepped inside. One by one, other clones walked through the hallways and joined the line. By the fifth clone, the screaming ceased. By the tenth, only sobbing came out of the cell. After that, there was dead silence as, one by one, the clones emerged with bloody knuckles and mussed clothing.
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Post Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:03 am

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*Xeonon was thrown into his room. Darkness enveloped him he had just enough room to lay down in his cell. Everything hurt he had minor burns all over his body and the biggest thing of all; he had lost his right eye. The people who had kidnapped him had fixed him up and staunched the bleeding.

Good this meant they thought he was important and this gave him some lee way. He had begun to formulate a plan of escape when a sobbing man was dragged down the hall. Even though it hurt to move Xeonon managed to stand up and look out the ob slit just to see a man that looked as if he had walked out of a brilliant peice of art. He began to talk but was brutally slapped. After he was tossed into his cell he was mercilissly beaten those screams were worse than any tourture Xeonon could have ever endured.

Once all the beatings had been done Xeonon who had been sitting in the corner stood up again and going to his one way of communication he tried to talk to the sobbing man.*


Dude are you ok? You still alive...
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Post Mon Oct 10, 2011 3:11 pm

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A Carrack cruise could be run by as few as two men. Or as many as a thousand.

With so many men all sporting the same face and taking different lengths locked in the cell with Thrix Jewel, it was difficult to judge time's passage. Time could pass in hours or cycles with neither prisoner knowing where they were or how long they had been gone. At three points a clone had brought a paper cup of water and a bread roll to Xeonon's cell, though he did not stay to collect refuse.

KR-2230 came back to the prison deck as the second and first crews switched turns in the other occupied cell. The short break in guard watches allowed Xeonon some respite, but no noise answered him from the opposite cell. Thrix had gone silent, but more men were on the way.

KR did not like the outburst of noise from the prisoner's cell, especially when he was coming with gifts in the hands of two other clones behind him. His stun baton rang against the durasteel door, ringing through the enclosed cell with the force of a Cathedral bell. KR allowed himself a small amount of emotional satisfaction as he listened to the noise reverberating across the walls from the safety of the door's other side. The Union did have such inventive ways of pacifying its more unruly charges.

"You will step back, Zero-One."


One of the clones opened the cell door when the noise died down enough for them to enter.

KR stepped through, followed by the identical copies of himself. Black hair, dark eyes and copper skin kept them looking like a band of triplets. Only a lone star on the shoulders of KR's black naval uniform distinguished him from the other two identically dressed clones. Each sported a blaster pistol secured at the hip while the two clones accompanying the commander each clutched a small package in their arms.

"Zero-One, we trust your accommodations are satisfactory. The empty eye socket must itch terribly. May we interest you in a basic prosthetic or a more aesthetically pleasing glass replacement until we arrive?"
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Post Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:39 pm

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*As there was no response from the cell across the hall Xeonon assumed the worse for the man. He could hear more men approaching from down the hall so he backed up and nibbled on some of the food that had been brought to him. As the men opened the door Xeonon gasped, they were clones. Possibly an entire ships worth if not more. Wriggling his big toe Xeonon turned off the tracking device in his boot as the heat had become unbearable.

Xeonon crossed his arms and although it caused him terrible pain he would not give his captors the satisfaction of seeing him in pain. At the mention of his eye he absent mindedly brought his hand up to touch the right side of his face. It stung to touch it but relieved some of the discomfort inside the eye.*


Your right it does itch terribly. A glass eye sounds very nice. May I ask why you took me and who you work for?
*Xeonons eyes looked at the men behind the one he was talking to. Each of them held a package in their hands and a blaster at each of their hips. Hoping no one saw him looking at the blasters.*
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Post Mon Oct 10, 2011 6:22 pm

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"We are your captors, Prisoner Zero-One. That is all you need to know about who we are."

The clone on the right opened his box, a smaller yet no less ornate container than the other. Inside was a polished glass eye, blue in color and impeccably clean. Still, the man sprayed it with an antiseptic canister and offered it to Xeonon along with a pair of pain pills and a silk cloth.

"As to why we took you, as I have been told by my superiors, it is a precaution. The Fel Empire has recovered and taken a number our personnel for questioning. So we have taken you. When we arrive at our destination, you will be presented to our commandant and you will be treated with all the courtesy and respect due to a man of your stature and station under the Galactic War Accords. You will have servants, quarters, and some luxuries available to you while the Fel Empire dissolves and is reconstituted by us. Until we arrive at our destination, however, I trust your current state, surroundings, and... company" KR-2230 nodded to the cell door across from the hall "will allow you to reflect on how quickly and far you can fall if you betray the trust of my superiors. Prisoner Zero-Two is classified to have separate punishments for infractions, but rest assured, you will be just as sorry to cross us. I expect a quiet voyage from you, Zero-One. Anything less will see you in difficult straits."

As if on cue, another of the clones stepped up to the threshold.

"Sir, Zero-Two is still catatonic but will require some on-site medical attention if we are to continue administering discipline. KR-1469 seems to have outdone himself again."

2230 grimaced and nodded at one of the medical clones but motioned for the newcomer to take his place inside the cell, which he quickly did. The cell door opposite of them opened and shut just as quickly, but a stench of sweat, coppery blood and human waste reeked out before being replaced with recycled and sterilized air.

"Now, Zero-One, are we clear as to how I expect you to behave?"
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Post Mon Oct 10, 2011 7:45 pm

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*The clone on his right side, his bad side stepped forward he was going to make a move then stopped. There was something in his tone of voice that just gave Xeonon the idea he was not a man to be trifled with. Instead he took the glass eye and admired it for a few seconds before plopping it into the empty socket. The pain was awful just about as bad as when he first lost it. Taking the slim clothe he placed that in one of his few remaining pocket and pretended to eat the pain medicine. It would cloud his vision make him more seseptable to a lot of things. Mulling over what was said to him Xeonon finally spoke.*

So what your saying is I am more or less leverage or a bargaining tool? Dont worry I wont cause you any Freud while I am your prisoner *He said with a strong tone.*

*Backing up to the back of the cell Xeonon drank some of the water that had been given to him earlier. The man across the hall had survived and whatever he did to kriff these guys off he would get payback for. So long as he kept his mouth shut his eyes open and looked for the cracks.*
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Post Mon Oct 10, 2011 9:02 pm

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"I would describe you as a tool, yes, though my superiors would describe you as an honored guest."

KR stepped back to the entrance of the cell, discretely covered his clone brothers as they did the same. The trio knew something about Xeonon, having received a dossier of the danger the man posed, and were unwilling to take chances.

"Please keep this in mind, Zero-One. We will be arriving soon and I would hate to be required to administer punishment with so little time to go. Much as it pains me to ask, is there any other query you would like to make?"
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Post Tue Oct 11, 2011 4:31 am

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*Xeonon couldn't laugh at KRs words. Weather he meant it as a joke or not it still amused him to call him a tool. It reminded him of days past when he was still a slave himself back when he was with the love of his life.*

I have two more questions for you. What did uhm... zero two do to receive that punishment. So I know some of the ways to avoid such a beating. Is there any chance of release for me?

*Not expecting an answer for either Xeonon was just trying to buy time and try to find a way to survive.*
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Post Tue Oct 11, 2011 1:36 pm

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"Zero-Two is an escaped pleasure slave. He was tank bred to meet certain specifications for his owner, but his obedience engineering seems to have faltered. He claims he was kidnapped rather than escaping. The distinction is irrelevant- he attempted to justify his absence, showing an unhealthy amount of individuality and resistance. My men are... removing that resistance as we speak. Rest assured, you will be treated with more wholesome- though no less harsh- measures."

KR-2230 pressed the outer door panel, closing the dark doorway from the outside, though the small slit of a window remained open.

"I wouldn't fret too much over him, though. Sooner or later, he'll come to thank the men. A pleasant voyage to you, Solomon."
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Post Tue Oct 11, 2011 3:24 pm

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*An escaped slave who can think for themself. This man may proove useful if he survived the beatings. That's when Xeonon had the idea that he should help the man. As he couldn't hear any grunting he assumed it was safe to try and help him. He reached out into the force and felt the trigger mechanism of the ob slit. Opening it he repeated the process on the mans cell opposite of him. He then used the force to lift his pain pills through both openings and let them drift slowly to the ground. As he had one more roll and a cup of water left he decided to also give those to "zero two". He figured it was safe because if it was discovered it could be chopped up to a crew men who felt sympathetic towards the broken beauty.*

Hope this helps if you wake up.
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Post Thu May 17, 2012 2:44 am

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*A shuttle comes out of hyperspace, matching the one that comes out above Rhommammol. Sending a confirmation signal, this pilot doesn't wait for orbital command to acknowledge him. He just flies down to the surface.*
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Post Tue Jun 05, 2012 3:39 pm

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*It was three hours and thirty seven minutes after the transmission had been sent from Tatooine that the VT-49 Decimator Forlorn Hope dropped out of Hyperspace over Osarian. In the Hyperspace journey, Dav had left his cautious and ever attentive watch from her side only a handful of times - one course correction, one visit to the maintenance area to squeeze a little more speed out of the engines, one visit to the rear hold to put out a small fire that erupted as a result of pushing the engines too hard.

Now he sat over her once more, head dipped in quiet contemplation. His chin lifted as he heard the engines powering down, and felt the shudder of the ship reverting to real space.

He moved to her side, checking again her vitals, preparing another hypoinjector with a multi-stim to help reinforce her body against the traumas she'd received. Once it was injected, he set it down, checked her pulse and breathing again, before turning and leaving the room to return to the cockpit.

Dropping into the flight-seat, the Jedi Battlemaster punched the comm alive.*


"How're you doing over there, Dirty?"

*The droid informed Dav that he'd managed to run diagnostics of the fighters flight systems whilst in hyperspace and that everything was functioning within standard operational parameters. He also added that he was doing fine, before enquiring after Dav.*

"Yeah..." *Dav glanced behind him into the ship.* "... yeah, we're doing alright over here."

*He looked back to the controls.*

"I'm laying in the course for Overlook Base. Fall back to five hundred meters and follow us in. Find somewhere nice and open to land, ok?"

*The droid chattered away in his string of toots and whistles, pointing out that Kacik field was all nice and open, by it's very design.*

"Well, then find the most open part of it. I'll see you dirtside."

*The droid confirmed that he was sure he would, before signing off. The Jedi switched frequency to the Osarian flight control ones, and transmitted his standard clearance code, specifying it's application to both the Decimator and the X-Wing.

Confirmation received, he dipped the nose of the craft, dropping out of orbit and into the atmosphere, to the relatively unknown location of the Overlook Base and the Jedi Sanctuary there.*
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Post Tue Dec 04, 2012 6:27 pm

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*The Whitecloak fighter dropped out of hyperspace as the ship arrived to it's destination coordinates in orbit of Osarian. Zacaiah gently eased the fighter through the planet's orbit as it headed down towards Ossa-Prime, the planet's capital and current stop over point for the Elementis brothers. This is where the beginning of the end was, but who's end it was going to be was still very much unknown*
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