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Post Fri Sep 07, 2012 3:43 am

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*Oflas blinked. He hadn't suspected so abrupt a surrender but, like the voice said, they couldn't best the trained soldiers. With a sharp gesture he rose from cover, two of his men following suit and moving to flank him as the others rose and covered them. Making his way towards the figures he was surprised at how generic they looked. His visored image showed four almost identical faces and finally hi suspicions started to rise.

The monotone, multiple voices... Similar i not identical features.... Were they clones?

He stopped and gestured for them to raise their hands, a comical command really but he wanted to assert his authority of the situation. That these.... "things" didn't seem bothered by their predicament bothered him and he felt the need to drill some realities into them.*


"Corruption? What's that, some kind of cult?"

*He motioned for the two to step forward and bind the two men in the middle...*
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Post Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:26 am

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*She was alone, but amongst friends, she was at one place and all of them. She was floating, flying, crawling, running, skimming. She was god, created in his absance. She was an Angel of Vengence. She was looking, looking for someone worhty, scouring files, breaking locks to scour more.

Yes... HIM. He is worhty... he is worhty for one more last chance, or vengence.

He will pay, either with life, or with change.*


*Agrube Domon was a wealthy business man, who used legal but mean tactics to break other businesses to get his business to grow. That is not a crime, that is Captialism. On the other hand, he used ghost companies to employ young, poor Xan for well paying jobs abroad. He ships them to Juvex where they are sold into slavery. Sure, the smart ones cept away, but still, he proffitted from the suffering of others.
Not that it bothered him. He was a well known, respected businessman, one that had a lovely penthouse on the top of a skyscraper. Who cares what he did to get there?

He was alone this day, sitting in his large couch, watching his large holonet broadcast, with a large Corellian Ale in his large hand. He was enjoying a show about space-monkeys... not thinking about the records and files in his highly secure, but by now hacked hard drive.

Suddenly the holo goes boom, the projection gone, just blue screen of death. He looks at it puzzled, wondering if it is broken, but soon he becomes wiser.
A face shows up, as if morphed out of the Bluescreen of Death, not known to Agube how real that name now was.*


"Agrube Domon, you have been a Bad Boy."

-Agrube-
"What the hell is this?"

"A bad bad Boy."

-Agrube-
"Is this a joke?"

"You drained your fellow living so you could elavate yourself above the rest, not on their wallets, but on their blood, sweat and tears. You have created a sickness in the world, the symptom is slavery, but the cause is greed, greed and heartlessness. The disease is in you, Agrube Domon."

*The voice was cold and mechanic, no emotion no remourse, no chance to break it. Agrube just sat shocked, not beleaving what was going on. Slavery? How could... ANYONE know that? That was years ago! And nothing can get through his firewalls... A disease?*

-Agrube-
"KRIFF YOU!"

*He cried out, and then smiled, because he shut the Holo off. Some freaking joke someone is playing on him. Someone knows of his past, but what can they do? he can pay any lawyer to get him out of this, even a judge or two... and they will pay dearly for this... yes. He will check on his sistems, and track down whoever is...*

"I am giving you a chance to attone for your sins Agrube, dont throw it away."

*The Sound sistem. Her voice was booming through it, now playfull... filled with life but still mechanic. It was both cute and terrifying in the same way.*

"Go to Juvex, and set yourself to slavery. It wont help those you wronged, but you will attone for your deeds. And I will let you live."

-Agrube-
"Kriff you! I will track you down, and when I have found you I will Kick your choobies and sell YOU to the Juvex slavers you small minded kriff!"

"Your choice is made Agrube. I am sorry for it, but you have been a bad boy."

*It was cold again, colder then any winter Agrube has ever lived through.*

"A bad boy..."

*Now, her voice came through the datapad on his cofee table.*

"A Bad Boy..."

*The computer in the corner, the self-cooking owen kitchen sistem, the motorised fridge, the cleaning droid in its closet, the comm in his pocket, the door announcer, the building intercomm sistem and finally, the Holo projector kicked in again, that blue face, with lightning as hair in the bluescrean of death.*

"You have been a bad boy Agrube..."

*Agrube was terrified, it was too loud, too much at once, he couldnt do anything, the universal remote in his hand didnt work on anything, how much he now was bombarding the shutdown button, restart button, mute, he finally threw it to the wall. He started running to the door, but fell in the cleaning droid that somehow found its way at his feet. He didnt remember it being out of its little closet, no matter, he just wanted out. He got the the door, and started bombarding the door opening button, but nothing happened...*

"A baaad baaaaaaaaad boy..."

*Her voice still echoing. He started screaming as he pressed the button, and this time, something happened. Sparks shot out ans the panel shorted out, a fire in the wall, electrical fire started to spread. A clear black line along the wall and over his head to the lamp, as the wires inside the walls overheated, somehow circumventing the fuse. The line went over to the other wall, and into the kitchen, also an other line showed up on an other wall spreading.*

"A Baa&#¤d B%#"

*The voice was breaking up as the kitchen started to spark, and the owen exploded in a flame of fire, spreading the what was now turning into an inferno. He was cut off. The only way to get out was the door, the same door that was now aflame. He was on the top of a skyscraper, in a burning penthouse, stuff going berserk around him, the cleaning droid was aflame, but its wheels still worked, and it pulled a black line after it as it slowly tried to get closer to him, burning, spreading the fire, following him as he was fleeing to the only secure place, the balcony.

The lamp above him exploded, shreding his face and his hands with hot glass, cutting his skin deep. It didnt help that he pulled his hands to his face, and cut even more. He wasnt thinking any more, he was panicing, but he forgot the cleaning droid.
He felt something cold at first, somehow realy bad heat always feels cold for a second before boiling your skin. The little droids hull was melting, and that all melting hot light metal got on his leggs, and he himself started to burn. He tried to hit the flames away, to set out the fire, but instead his hands were burning...

A moment later, there was a human fireball falling down the side of the scyscraper, and finally splattering all over the stairs that led to the building lobby.*


*She was the god of Vengence in the ether, A digital knight of justice, a dark angel with a flaming sword.
She is Binary Chick, cold as the digital realm itself, rooting your secrets, and if they are too dark, you should fear the day she finds you.*
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Post Fri Sep 14, 2012 2:37 pm

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*Veral quickly flew his Bes'ullik fighter over the spaceport from high altitude and then began to steep dive down towards it. He knew what he was looking for a shuttle with escorts all with odd blue markings on them and he had quickly found them and so had begun his dive. There was a count down going on his HUD for when he should fire his missiles and so he waited until the timer hit zero. When the time came he fired of a volley of missiles heading straight for the shuttle and its escorts. He was aware of the quarantine that was going on and that the space port would be deserted thus the little explosion he would make wouldn't harm anyone.

Once his missiles were away Veral pulled up and hoped those mandos on the ground could deal with whatever had came down in that shuttle. For now it was back to the outskirts as he had some equipment to pick up that was supposedly left for him. He had some others to search for who ran a blockade something they didn't need at this point since they were already trying to maintain order with the Xan who from what he had learned were down right pissed. Turning his fighter around Veral headed back the way he had came where the warehouse that had his supplies was waiting.*
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Post Fri Nov 16, 2012 12:11 pm

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[quote="Corr Vhett":2jrknbfk]"Corruption? What's that, some kind of cult?"

[action:2jrknbfk]He motioned for the two to step forward and bind the two men in the middle...[/action:2jrknbfk][/quote:2jrknbfk]

"Negative."

[action:2jrknbfk]They made no move to resist.. In fact, they made [i:2jrknbfk]no[/i:2jrknbfk] move at all, of any kind.[/action:2jrknbfk]

"A cult requires a leader and followers. We are neither. We simply [i:2jrknbfk]are[/i:2jrknbfk]."
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Post Fri Nov 16, 2012 1:06 pm

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*Oflas shook his head in disgust. He was obviously dealing with spice-heads here, too off it know they were talking Sithspit. He kept his blaster trained on them as his men secured the first two strangers and made a short hand gesture to those that lurked in cover signaling them to approach.*

"What you are is under arrest, ner tat..."

*The men flanking the strange intruders broke cover and approached warily...*
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Post Sat Dec 08, 2012 4:46 pm

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*As Oflas and his men prepared to take the strange intruders into custody at the spaceport things in the city proper were in an uproar. Though the violence and protests had died down and marshal law was in full effect, the Mandalorian soldiers had been patched a recording of the Mand'alors message and were in an indignant fury. Though there was little love lost between Fett and Australis they were still fellow vode and therefore worthy of their respect anjd, should it be required, vengeance. The men of Clan Vhett were all to happy to oblige with unmerciful retribution at the heinous murder of their fellow verde and the rumours of Jedi running around on Algara II were enough to get muscles flexing, weapons armed and armour tightened.

The main barracks in Algarine, as well as three other outposts around the City, were suddenly full of angry men who moments before had been content to sit in their heavily fortified locatuons and whether the storm of Xan angst and rebellion. Now heavily armed warriors trolled the comm waves and prepared to react like linch crews to any news of the Jedi and their locations. Urgent requests for transfers to active squadrons were made to the ships in orbit and officers sought posting for their squads abroad the more prominent starships in the Concordian fleet...*


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"Sir, active comlink located outside of Algarine."

*Hector turned slowly from where he'd been gazing out of a second story window down at the square below. A forty four year old Devonarian he was a sergeant in the Concordian army and had been posted to this miserable assignment after he had failed in the Korriban conflict. Nobody really called it a failure except him but that was how he saw losing five of his men due to a wrong call. Still, he hadn't been demoted in rank, just sent out to this backwater to mark time until he was ready to retire. He had been an exceptionall warrior in his youth but his grasp of tactics and strategy was mediocre at best. This had held him back from progressing far in his field and he now found himself babysitting a squad of fie academy rejects near the outskirts of Algarine.

But enough about him and on with the story.

He had also heard the transmission from Ashrah but, considering his current status among his Clan, found it unlikely he'd find a way to participate in the holy crusade against the immoral Force users. He shared Ashrah's view of things and itched to be able o take the fight to those heathen sorcerers, to strike a telling blow for the real warriors of the galaxy...

He turned from his scrutiny of the empty square below, already finding it hard to see int he gloom of the coming night, and turned to cast a weary gaze on Hurio. The boy was a drip. He could barely buckle his boots never mind man the comm station but beggars couldn't be choosers and, with the other four on downtime, this was all he had.*


"Its probably just another patrol. You don't have to tell me every time you get a comm ping, kid."

*His voice betrayed his exasperation though Hurio, being the social spanner that he was, continued to stare at him vapidly, one hand held to his ear, the other holding a dial on the comm.

Unable to take the silence and vacant stare any longer he stomped over and glanced at the screen.*


"I told you..."

*He paused as he note the location of the active comm signal. It was definitely one of their and it was way outside the usual patrol zones. His eyes narrowed. It could be a lost soldier but nobody had reported losing anyone from their commands. A jacked signal? No. The signal was still scrambled indicating it was still in active use b one of their own. Mando comms would shut down if seperated from their host and, even should one be reactivated, if the code wasn't given it would broadcast a false signal so misinformation could not easily be used against them. No this was something else and, as he stared at the boy looking up at him with wide eyes, his eyes widened too. There had been rumours of an agent sent by the Or'dinii ships in orbit to track the Jedi that slipped by them early yesterday morning. Perhaps...

His eyes narrowed. If he could claim a Jedi scalp then he'd be sure to book his place in the coming war and find hi way off this planet and back to the Clan proper. He smiled as visions of glory floated in his minds eye, oblivious to the fact that the simple idiot, not know what else to do in the face of his superiors humour, was grinning along with him.*


"Wake the men, Hurio. We're going to check out the source of this signal."
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Post Thu Dec 27, 2012 4:43 pm

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*Miros walked through the streets, utterly disdainful of the passersby and various riffraff that called this city home. These people needed him, he decided. They needed the stability and order that only he could provide, with a proper place alongside his brethren.

He knew, though, that they would be unwilling to accept such a change.

He strode forward with purpose, even though he had no true plan in mind. And, in the absence of a plan, he decided he would fall back on the standard mode of operation of his origins.*


*So, as he passed the next person on the street -- a jittery human woman -- he Force-pulled the lightsaber hilt off his belt, the deep blue blade coming to life with a snap-hiss from the moment it hit his palm, and whirled.

The woman's top half fell to the street, as her legs failed to finish the step she had just been taken, and toppled with the rest of her. He looked down upon her with no pity or remorse, and as he watched the life fade from her eyes, he spoke.*


"Don't worry. Your death served a purpose."

*He looked back up and around, and what people were left on the street were staring at him in anger and bewilderment.*

"Your death has brought me attention."
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Post Thu Dec 27, 2012 6:59 pm

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*It took a minute for the act to register with the Xan in the street. At first there was a lot of open-mouthed gaping and staring. Then a few points and mutters. Finally a Xan female howled out her fear, rage and horror at the sight. This was like a starter pistol to the rest of the populace in the street. They fled this way and that as gasps of "Jedi" flared throughout the mob. Some called relatives or friends on comlinks to gossip about the heinous crime they had seen committed while other rushed to the disliked Mando's, happy to seek their help in times of strife even though they had stood against them mere days before.

The Mando response was aggressive and immediate. A squad of men appeared at the end of the street within minutes of the event. They had been monitoring all comm channels due to the comm blackout earlier and had picked up the transmissions from the panicked aliens. This had given them time to get a fast response unit into place, traveling from a routine patrol, a few streets over.*


*Six armoured figres moved into the street, leapfrogging each other in two-by-two cover formations. They reached range of their target and dropped into cover positions, aiming carbines at the cloaked man now alone in the street.

The leader, a wily veteran called Froy yelled out at the blade-wielding maniac, his own beskad gripped in his right hand, blaster pistol in the other.*


"Give up, Jetii chakaar, and you won't be harmed!"

*One man stayed with Froy as the other four advanced slowly, two on each side of the street and using what they could for cover...*
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Post Tue Jan 15, 2013 11:34 am

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"It doesn't matter if I give up, utreekov. I won't be harmed either way. Not by you, not by anyone here!"

*Miros flung his arms out to either side, and a writhing mass of tentacles burst out from either hand, launching themselves towards the nearly-dispersed crowd. Not all of the populace had been smart enough to evacuate when given the chance; there were always those few that wanted to stay and watch.*

Gawking is rude. Here, come be involved!

*The tentacles hit each of the onlookers -- five in total -- and wrapped around them, before breaking their connection to Miros. The writhing mass still attached to his arms reversed direction and spread inward across his arms, heading towards his chest, interlocking to form a protective layer.

The onlookers that had been ensnared with the pathogen began screaming and flailing, in desperate attempts to free themselves from their fate -- or in wild movements as they lost control of their motor functions. Ten seconds later, they turned towards the group of Mandalorians and hurled themselves towards the four that were advancing along the side of the street.

As soon as Miros had launched his offensive, the two drones that had accompanied him sprang into motion, faster than seemed possible for beings of their size. They launched themselves towards Froy and his comrade, bringing their stolen carbines up, ready to bring them crashing down on the soldiers' heads.*
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Post Tue Jan 15, 2013 3:31 pm

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*Froy and his boys reacted with the pent up violence of harnessed psychopaths. They didn't hesitate or blanch from opening fire on civilians. They didn't even stare dumbfounded as the man extended strange blue tentacles from his arms. Their adrenaline was so spiked from the potential of taking the Jedi that they simply acted as soon as the Jedi raised his arms. Their first shots sped towards the man and his two companions, two volleys of two bolts apiece, before the flanking soldiers, tow to one side and two to the other, attempted to track the movements of the tentacles, firing a trail of shots that followed the blurry things until the struck the civilians. Meanwhile the two in the center, Froy and Gort, continued to pour fire at the psuedo Jedi and his men.

The men watching the gruesome display of the tentacles possessing the civilians soon had enough of that Sithspit and began to fire, just as those poor beings attacked.*
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