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Post Tue Jun 21, 2011 10:46 am

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*The pilot flew through the highrises and traffic, his escort-transport following behind him. Ulas knew that already there were people on this planet looking for her, because of the breach of security. This would work to her disadvantage if she didn't work fast*
"Pilot, take us to the lower parts of the city. Hopefully the planetary police force finds us before the..."
*The ship jerked down, the pilot pushing the speed. His skills were extraordinary, but this bout of speed was more frustration, than a display of skill; everywhere he took Commandant Lyudmila, they were being followed or hunted*
"Captain, when we land I want you to take Lyubov and land somewhere on this planet. I'll use the secure trace to pick up your signal once I speak with the planetary forces. If they are somehow connected with Moon Co., at least they'll only have me..."
*Captain Kommun nodded*
*The ship continued to sink down toward the lower reaches of the city, the pilot trying to find somewhere that was hidden enough yet not too dangerous for a ship to land. Seeing an open personal landing pad, the pilot sat the ship down. The Lyubov landed behind. The pilot opened the hatch and let Captain Kommun out of the ship*
*Alek walked over to the Lyubov and entered*
*After a few moments, the Lyubov lifted off and flew off to the East. Ulas watched it go as it disappeared above the buildings and smog. Ulas sat in her chair, fitted in the cockpit of the Nu-class Transport. She knew it was only a matter of time before the authorities came and she had no idea what to say. The first thing to judge would be their unlikely trust or even knowledge of Moon Co. Even still, busting through security was not a pleasant introduction*
"You know Ulas..."
*Krystij had come from her quarters to see where the Commandant had brought the troop*
...we should have stayed on Hoth. At least there, we could give the Moonies a good fight."

"That's your problem, Krystij...always looking for a fight."
*Krystij did not say anything, much to Ulas' surprise, but simply walked out of the cockpit. Usually Krystij was first to tell you why you were wrong, but not this time. Somewhere deep inside Ulas, a tiny fleck of emotion almost felt bad for Krystij. That was quickly squashed when the pilot turned around and said...*
"Ma'am, we just got a hit on the radar. Not planetaries, not civilian..."
*Ulas gulped*
"Pilot, there's no way for them to know we're here. Must have been a lucky guess."
*Ulas knew that wasn't true. Either the pilot hadn't hidden their tracks enough or Moon Co had a tracker on them. Either way it was bad...*

Post Tue Jun 21, 2011 5:38 pm

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*The sith infiltrator soared high above traffic, and the droid piloting it had a firm lock within its gaze the whereabouts of this unmarked shuttle. Suddenly it heaved, dipping down below the shadows and smog of the industrial sector, and the dive that was required to follow it had Bedrovelse gripping his own restraints quite tightly as blood flooded his face. They dove sharply, the cloaking maintaining an extraordinary defense against detection until now.

The shuttle hovered for just moments as a handful on individuals exited quickly, and the ship tore skyward again. Bedrovelse cursed loudly as it nearly smashed into their direct course to apprehend the individuals. The ship lowered itself, pulling out of the dive into a steady hover, and now the engines would give up their attempts at deception. The cloaking mechanism would be released, and Hevn strode to the emergency exit. Nodding to his Togorian marines, they dropped one at a time in front of the small group that had been left aboard the landing pad.

The four marines fell with a relative thud, rolling into shooting position, and raising their blaster rifles to be poised mercilessly upon the foreheads of the criminals in question. Hevn fell more gracefully. His black coat flapped wildly as the rush of the engines kicked wind around him. He rose, and sneering, he began to walk forward to greet his new guests.

His hair was medium short in length, and stood like blades of grass atop his head. It whipped violently on his scalp as his ship rose skyward, attempting to trace the whereabouts of the vessel that had dropped the group on the landing pad. Hevn's skin is deathly pale, as if the man had been drug up from the depths of the ocean after hundreds of years, and the cold, stern, sharp look on his face depicted the very essence of a wraith bent on revenge. Striding forward he set his gaze fiercely upon the one called Ulas, though he did not know that now.

The blue eyes grew frigid with pride and anger as each quick deliberate step was taken. His back was straight, the posture of royalty and excellence, matched with a stride that spoke volumes of both patience, dignity, and an objective to be reached.

The Togorians growled, deep thundering grumbles from the backs of their throats, and Bedrovelse extended a hand backwards.*


" Don't shoot, yet. Excuse me miss, but you are now an intruder upon the planet Muunilinst for the actions your pilot took in orbit. I now place you under arrest for suspicious activity taken under planetary watch, reckless endangerment to the citizens of Harnaidan with that display of maneuvering above this location, and running the border established by orbital patrol as an act of aggression toward the Muunilinst government. Your actions come with imprisonment, and a heavy fine madame. "

*Hevn's instinct was to try and read her, now, through the force, to decide his verdict of innocence or guilt, though often things were more complicated than that. The dark side rolled and froth under the surface of the cold judicial glare, and he used his pride, the rage he had at the woman's disrespect for their laws and regulations, as a means to fuel his fire.*
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Post Wed Jun 22, 2011 1:47 pm

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*The pilot froze for a moment. He had been watching the scopes, keeping an eye on the vessel that had just entered orbit, when a ship suddenly appeared above and landed behind the ship. Cloaking device. Nothing the Moonies could afford. Ulas and Krystij heard the ship land. Ulas was the first to her feet*
"Krystij and Pilot Tarvi, it seems we have visitors. Not Moonco right? *the pilot shook his head, still baffled by the sudden appearance of the ship*...then ve're fine. Follow.
*Ulas stood, trailed closely by Krystij and the pilot. Ulas had dealt with her fair share of police officials but upon exiting Odin, Ulas, along with the rest of her group of relatively untrained soldiers, saw that the officials had already leveled their guns at them. Ulas tried to speak up, but the pale man, the sergeant or something of the like if Ulas had ever seen one, spoke first. Krystij and the pilot stood in fear as the man spoke, but Ulas was much more disciplined and had much more experience than them; she stood with her shoulders up, her gray uniform clinging closely to her skin; she kept her head up, her eyes focused on the pale mans eyes, her hands crossed behind her back in a military fashion. When the pale man had finished speaking, Ulas cleared her throat, and spoke as clearly as she could back; Ulas had a heavy accent in Common language*

"I am sorry for the misunderstanding, Sir. Ve have never been to this side of the galaxy before so you must understand, that ve are used to much looser vith the enforcement. Ve have nothing to pay the fine vith anyway, but I'm sure something can be arranged *Ulas looked at Krystij when she said this. Krystij simply stared back, not understanding*...as for my pilot, he can be held accountable for his actions however you see fit, sir.
*The pilot stood rigidly and held his hands behind his back. He held his head high and stared at the air just above the pale mans head. Krystij, on the other hand, had realized the predicament of all of this; Moonco, authorities...her brother. Trying to stay calm, Krystij simply kept her mouth shut and awaited the judgement of Ulas' speech*

Post Wed Jun 22, 2011 6:07 pm

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*Bedrovelse continued forward, stopping just short of an arm's length from Ulas. His brow furrowed in frustration, and thought, and his hand rose to his chin. He ran his thumb just along the underside of his lip, a habit he had taken about recently unknown to even himself that reflected a great deal of thought processing behind the frigid gaze that belonged to Lord Hevn.*

*Surveying the woman, he could tell at least a few things about her. The accent was almost unmistakable, the people of Hoth carried their words heavily, particularly the consonant she slurred with such thickness. Hevn, being Ensolican, once mistook Hoth for his own planet, and searched in earnest for his old home, only to find that yet another ball of ice existed as a home for the human race.

Her skin was pale, obviously not as extremely as his own dead flesh, but enough to process at least a decent lack of sun. This too, could be a tell tale sign of a frozen planetary landscape. But this could vary from Hoth, to Helska IV, or even Rhen Var.

Her attire was the final clue. Gray, suggested decent enough evidence that it was camouflage suitable for a winter environment, and in fact he would identify her confidence and uniform to a ranked official, rather than the ones behind her, who cowered with fear in their eyes.*


"Excuse me."

*The comm on his ear trembled, ringing loudly before his hand rose to tap it lightly. Keeping it pressed in, his ears listened sharply to the message being delivered, and at once he spoke his reply. A grimace consumed his face quickly, and a strong distaste for the person he was speaking to could be immediately portrayed.*

:: Alek Kommun, or Yastreb, got it. You have given me no reason to remove you from orbit, and therefore you are welcome to police this space as you may. Keep in mind that reports of harassment coming from incoming and outgoing traffic will be met with your dismissal. ::

*His hand fell, almost into the position that the woman's had taken, another commonplace of his own, but resisted, instead folding them in front of himself. Staring at her, he continued with a stern, analyzing, and rage filled gaze.*

"Do you mistake my planet for Nar Shadaa madame? This is an insult most grave..."

*With a tut-tutting sound, he placed his hand inside his coat, and removed a DC-15s blaster pistol. There was a small, axe shaped blade hanging from below the barrel, connecting to the trigger. Almost routinely checking that the charge was full, he primed the blaster and aimed it at the center of her chest from hip level. The woman would see an unnaturally steady hand, the kind that years upon years of work as an assassin would allow a grown man to possess. A perfect shot was impossible, but he could convey that he was a damn good one.*

" Well miss, I am not so unreasonable as to imprison you on the spot. Your crimes are meager, and something that can be overlooked if indeed an arrangement can be made. Understand that in my position, you too would deal execution to those who have deceived such a gracious opportunity to atone for their misdeeds. Tell me though, what on Muunilinst someone of your nature would be doing running through planetary boundaries without so much as a how-do-you-do? You are dressed as someone with class, education, and military training. Certainly an individual such as yourself is damn well aware of the rules that accompany any planet with a sliver of class. "
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Post Wed Jun 22, 2011 9:26 pm

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*Ulas was now regretting her decision of quick descent. Although if they had been stopped, the pale man would already know of Aleks presence on the planet via identification. Ulas' main concern now was determining the character behind the man pointing the gun; leaders cannot rule with such efficiency without some kind of sympathies. Ulas just had to find out whether this mans would be beneficial or land them in the hands of Moonco*
*Ulas paced slightly, watching the guns follow her back and forth*
"I do not mistake your planet for anything besides vhat it is; if this vere Nar Shadaa, one of us would be laying face down in a pile of their own singed flesh by now. Again, I extend apologies and offer to provide vhatever services you desire to help better our impression. As for our reason of being here, it is one of less than positive background; ve have come here seeking escape persecution on Hoth. A sad story that perhaps vould be best discussed indoors.
*Krystij had to keep from almost smiling at the tactics of Ulas' words. She spoke clearly and definitely, not faltering or letting her setting affect her mental capacity. This was, however, not what could be maintained. Krystij once again thought of her brother and the Moonco troops that were most likely on their way already. If Ulas was going to do anything, she would have to make an impression fast before she ran out of options*

Post Wed Jun 22, 2011 11:02 pm

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*Bedrovelse's wrath seemed to pour from his eyes, as the woman at gun point began to move. When his lips at last parted, he bit back the words intended to spite the woman, as once again, the beeping rang in his ear. Tapping a hand to his ear, he pressed firmly, listening to two messages coming through, and he spoke firmly and loudly to someone clearly not present.*

:: Trust your senses Charles, trust your instincts! They could be searching for a terrorist, or that ship could be full of bottom feeding imperialists surveying out planet for a vantage point to strike at. There is always the possibility of a gambit, and that is why we are instinctual creatures, instead of mechanical ones. This is why I leave control to you, and not the bloody droids! Train the guns on them. Send them into the chaos if you deem necessary Lieutenant, I could care less about conspiracies, terrorists, or corporate sabotage so long as he doesn't do it with the air I breathe, or on the ground I walk. Hevn out. ::

*The tension in Bedrovelse's face seem to release slightly, as if burning his officer may have done him some good in the stress department. His tongue rolled along the inside of his lips, as the tides bounce along the ocean's horizon. It was brief, but it seemed that at last he had come to his conclusion.*

*There were more at large, other that had escaped after dropping this sorry lot off right at his fingertips. Wise however, as they'd all be caught dead in his gaze if not for their ploy to deliver him the diplomat, instead of someone more crude in nature or speech. The fact of the matter was that she'd be hard pressed to try anything against a Jen'jidai, he knew this, and the confidence he had in this fact gave him more power over the situation. His very essence and posture demanded both control, and submission. Submission that the woman was already following.*

" There are more with you. Give them up. If you wish to better your impression, you will concede peacefully to my demands, and explain the nature of your numbers, crimes, and reason for fleeing to Muunilinst. I'm afraid that since you have elected yourself the speaker of the group... "

*The infamous grin. His teeth were slightly sharper than should have been, something unnatural to humanoid races, and the temperature in his eyes dropped to absolute zero. As he gazed past Ulas, toward the woman and man standing behind her, each in turn, he would employ a technique of terror.*

*With force empathy, he was strongly connected to the emotions of those particularly near to him. This power also gave him a unique control of his own, the ability to affect the minds of others with his own emotions, fantastical or real. At this particular moment, he played a mind gaze, and projected into their minds a terrible and horrific fear.*

*His lips closed tight, and his gaze trained itself back on to Ulas.*

" You and I can speak alone, once your friends are in the custody of the Harnaidan military police. They will remain locked up safe and tight, and you can explain the nature of the services you can offer. I repeat that deception will be met with execution, so play your hand wisely. "
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Post Thu Jun 23, 2011 7:52 am

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*Ulas was starting to relax. Though the essence of the pale man was still domination and control, he was not devoid of rationality or sense. This would be good for Ulas and her group, especially Alek and bad for the tricks of Moonco. Krystij and the pilot weren't much more than wide-eyed children now, as the pale man had worked some kind of trick on them beyond their already realistic fears. All that remained was Ulas. The lives of many people now hung on her choice of words*
*Ulas removed a small square with three buttons from her belt. She did it fast enough for the pale man and his minions to realize it wasn't a gun and slow enough to make sure instinct didn't take over. Ulas held up the square up, showing it to the pale man*
"This device can tell me exactly vhere my other people are, but the problem is that I will have to show you where they are; this device does not produce the same coordinates as most are used to. It was meant to be coded...
*Ulas thought of a training exercise they had performed on Hoth. It was supposed to be for a worst-case-scenario if authorities got involved. Ulas hoped that Alek had thought of it. His brain was magnificent sometimes, while other times it was unpredictable. A good trait in battle, but not so much in diplomatic situations*

Post Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:25 am

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*When her hand moved, it was a deliberate motion. It was clear that she was reaching for a tool, rather than a weapon, as her own face dictated that she was pinned by the throat. If it had been a weapon, it would have been courage, not a look of earnest upon such a soldier's face. A look of incredulous hilarity crossed Bedrovelse's face. Some cross between bewilderment at the foolish proposal stated by the young woman, and suppressing the most roaring laugh that had ever tried to escape his body. It was defeated upon realization however, and the stone cold stare began it's work to pierce her again.*

*There was a red flag, next to a red alarm, next to a chinese fire drill screaming in his mind and waving all at once at the woman's proposal. Lead him! By the Whills he would never allow such a thing on his planet. Bedrovelse did the leading, especially when it came to his own prisoners. She would need to reassess her line of thought if she wanted to leave here alive. He was losing patience for her ploy quickly. She spoke too much without addressing his concerns and offers directly, he felt that she was biding time for something, or someone.*

" This is a joke. You must have some means of contacting them, or directing them to a location of your choosing. If you do not have one on that ship, or on hand, I will find you one. I will not be led into a trap, miss. Particularly so poorly laid ones. "

*This time it was Hevn that growled. He would wheel the barrel of his blaster up to point directly at her heart. Just to the left of center, and he stared hard.*

"I have men searching for your bloody friends, and I don't much care for them to run into the trap either. People are going to die if you don't give it up, and I can guarantee if I get word that so much as a drop of blood has been spilled, I will gut you slow and steady, are we understood? "

*The marines, the four of them, at the inclination that their brothers in arms, and of kin were possibly at risk because of this woman looked more pissed off, if their yellowed slit like eyes could convey such a thing to any greater degree than they already managed. Their grips on the blasters tightened.*
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Post Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:12 am

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*Ulas had to relax again. The pale man had taken to his own pride more than the trust of Ulas, an understandable position in this situation, but it tipped her off, if only slightly. Instead of upholding her fiery attitude that she was known for in negotiations, she took a deep breath, paused for a moment and spoke slowly to the pale man*
"I can assure you, sir, our presence on this planet has nothing to do with destroying the enforcement, both in theory or practice, of this planet. I wish no blood to be shed either, especially of your men. So, sir, lets make a deal; I will call my men to the location of your desire, but you must promise to not contact your friends on the comm until after we talk for a while...
*Ulas was risking a lot here. She now had told the man that she had the means to contact the other ship, which could lead him to object to her proposal, seize her equipment, get the Alek and the Kavalerists to come where ever he wanted and turn them over to Moonco. She thought though that even if she had been more discreet and this man was purely evil, he would find Alek and turn him to Moonco anyways. Either way, Ulas' "fool-proof" plan of running security was not the best move. Ulas just had to hope that Moonco hadn't found its way onto the planet yet. That was when things might get messy. Ulas sincerely had no desire to disrupt this planets ways, but simply delay the time before the Moonies figured out they were here and somehow provide an escape or a switch-escape. Regardless, it all depended on the pale man now, something Ulas was not ecstatic about; a simple press of the comm could wash away his problems, have Ulas, Krystij, Alek and all 62 other Kavalerists in a cell, or worse, in not even an hours time*

*The insult of Ulas' intelligence was something she suppressed, because it was such a touchy subject for her. While it was put aside for now, it would not be forgotten.*

Post Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:08 am

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*Hevn stepped back, mauling yet another proposal from the woman over in his mind. He shook his head, nearly frowning at her attempts to yield some sort of advantage to her hand. Hevn lifted one side of his black coat, and placed the blaster back inside it's holster. He removed from within his coat now a datapad. Tapping his fingers along, a few blips followed his final thumb pressing, and the area of the map nearby the city of Harnaidan projected itself onto the screen. Bedrovelse had highlighted the beach, wide open as can be, at the edge of Harnaidan's waters as the place for which they would be held accountable.

He extended the datapad to her, reaching with it in his hand. His other hand drew itself up to his ear. He tapped the comm link again, and began to speak firmly.*


:: Charles, I will have three hundred of my B-2's stationed at sector Beta12-Alpha 90 effective immediately. I have at least a handful of our guests under my thumb, and intend the others to be so sooner than later. Hevn out. ::

*At High Port, Lt. Winfield would receive the message, and enact the orders. The B-2's would be prepped in an hour, and be transported to the beach as soon as possible. Bedrovelse dropped his hand, and stared quite mercilessly at the woman in front of him.*

"Listen, you've already proven that I cannot trust you. This is your own fault, and you will deal with the consequences accordingly. Your friends will report to this location, effective immediately, and if they are not there within the next two hours I will kill the three of you. "

*The ferocity in his gaze and voice seemed to lift. He looked at each of them in turn, with a plain and simple understanding. If his demands were not met, this is the way things would play out. His voice was steady, and he hoped this would make it very clear that he meant business, and nothing short of perfection would satisfy him.*

" I have already agreed to speak with you miss. Given that apparently there is a terrorist now on the planet, it would be foolish for me to sever communications now wouldn't it, particularly regarding one convicted of attempted murder. Please miss, call them to the beach, and you and I will discuss the terms of an arrangement. You have nothing to gain by wasting any more of my time, or resisting my efforts to give you your chance to speak. My patience is growing thinner by the moments you stall me, and I assure you that once it has run out I will dispose of you as I would any other annoyance. "

*The fact that she continued this charade was agitating him greatly. The more time he wasted, the closer his men got to the mark he expected by now his troops had engaged whatever friends had evaded him so quickly. His heart thumped loudly against his chest, as he could feel the Marines behind him grow slightly more desperate. He could feel their anxiety building as the lady continued to speak, feel their eyes sharpen on her skull, and their fingers itching fiercely to puncture her deceptive flesh with as many bolts as they could before her body collapsed on itself.*
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Post Thu Jun 23, 2011 2:46 pm

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*Ulas stood patiently, watching as always and feeling the tension grow. For Ulas, it was not a problem. The pilot had resorted to simply staring at the ground, his hands clenched behind his back. Krystij was under control, her usual, slight resemblance to Ulas holding strong. Despite the growing anger of the pale man and his troops, Ulas remained calm...*
*...and smiled, her dimples becoming very prominent. She stuck an extended hand out to the pale man*
"Very vell, sir. Ve will see you there. Please allow me to retreat to my ship so that I may make contact with my squad? They vill not be armed, nor pose any threat. Once I have made contact, will I be personally escorted, or mishandled by the podchinennyh? *Ulas shifted her eyes over to the soldiers behind the pale man*

Post Thu Jun 23, 2011 3:49 pm

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*After the hand off, he watched her study the coordinates, and then gaze up with a polite smile. Her dimples were actually quite extraordinary, adorable on the given woman's face if he did say so himself. However, this was no time for chasing skirts, and his face would not reflect even a flicker of his admiration for her looks. Keeping the pistol steady, he merely shifted his arm so as to point it at the man looking down at the ground. As he kept his aim steadied, he dipped his cheek to the left, and growled in a foreign tongue. He managed the best he could to deliver his command in the Togorian tongue, influencing his desire with the will of the force to make sure he would not be misinterpreted by his soldier, but so that the fugitives would likely have no idea what he was saying.*

"Graldrish, arm the rocket attachment to your rifle. If so much as a repulsor stirs on that ship, be sure to tear it apart."

*The Togorian closest to him on the left, dropped his blaster to the ground at his feet, keeping his eyes at least half fixed on the group next to the shuttle. His hand moved swiftly as he dismembered the barrel, and placed on top of it a wide one. From a pouch on his back, he placed inside the barrel a small rocket that would be sufficient enough to take the engines off of the shuttle should it try to escape.

Hevn returned her smile with a gleeful one. He nodded to her, and then focused his gaze on the pilot.*


*Bedrovelse began to build the force up prominently within himself. He was taking a risk in allowing her to leave his sight, but it seemed, if he could read people at all, that she was at last giving up. He fed on the pilot's fear, let it swim inside of him and bolster his dark reserves. The power began to ebb and flow inside of him, preparing the might of the dark side in the event he should be ambushed recklessly, or she return with firepower enough to rock the five of them.*

"Quickly then. I assure you, that I'll be keeping you company from here on out. You're in my personal custody if that makes you feel any better. Though you would have found that my soldiers here are a great deal more gentle than I, I will adhere to this request without protest. "

*It was a truth that his terrible smile reflected. Tension had clearly released itself from the entirety of Hevn's face, as he felt victory crawl up his spine. His senses remained sharp though, and he nodded again to insist she move.*

"Quickly."
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Post Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:11 pm

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*Ulas nodded politely, and proceeded into the ship*
*Inside, Ulas went to her quarters. She opened the door, went above her bed and punched in a combination into the safe there. Opening the small door a large, black, rectangular was revealed. Ulas removed the rectangular device and placed in on the table in her room. On the device there were twelve buttons and a small comm. Ulas checked her handheld device and then leaned down, grabbed the comm, pulled it out and spoke clearly into it:*
::12. 17. 8. 66. 4. Dvizhenie. 1. 33. Za::
*Ulas set the comm back in the device and repeated the numbers she had spoken into the comm. She now had to wait for the confirmation from Alek*



*An automated antenna now extended from the black rectangle, moving very slowly. Ulas crossed her fingers; a green light illuminated the end of the antenna. Ulas breathed a sigh of relief and put the device back, closed the safe and exited the ship*
*Ulas walked slowly up to the pale man, her hands behind her back and her shoulders high*
"My men will report to the coordinates you provided very soon. My means of communication is not as direct as some might like, but I assure you that whenever I tell my Captain something, they get it done..."
*Ulas turned to Krystij and nodded, assuring her as best she could*

Post Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:28 pm

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*Hevn nodded, and then assessed. Looking back at his soldiers for a moment, he replaced the blaster back once again into it's place within the holster. Turning again, he looked at the woman clearly in charge.*

*Bedrovelse took a moment to assess how he wanted this operation performed. He slightly prefered the event that they could speak sooner than later, and so he devised something quick and thorough accordingly. His soldiers would ride with her two subordinates, and take the ship to the desired meeting location. The woman would fly with Hevn, and they could get their pleasantries and begin discussing an arrangement for the release of the fugitives.*

" All right madame, here is how this is going to work. My officers are going to arrest your subordinates. They will be bound, and my soldiers will pilot the vessel to the beach. You will board my ship, and should this conversation take longer than a trip to a safe place to talk, then we will continue there. "

*He raised a hand, signalling the Togorian's to move forward. As there were four, one would keep both the pilot, and the woman behind the commander at gun point while the other fastened their wrists in the durasteel cuffs. As the hulking tiger men stalked forward, Hevn looked on to Ulas, and beckoned her come with his other hand. Turning towards his sith infiltrator, the ramp hissed and lowered. He strode toward it the same way he strode out of it, with excellent posture and an imperious stride. His long legs took him there quickly, and he ascended without a word to the woman, whom he expected to follow him.*
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Post Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:40 pm

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*Ulas looked to Krystij, then her pilot. Both nodded back to her, signifying that they would not resist the pale mans desires*
*Ulas nodded in return and watched as her crew was cuffed and escorted. Ulas followed behind the pale man, her hands behind her back and her chin sticking out*
*This situation would turn out fine. Negotiations would probably leave Ulas heavily in debt but her and her crew would survive if all went well. The only worry about now was the Koroleva. If she was sitting on that ship above the planet, debt would be the least of Ulas' concerns.*
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Post Fri Jun 24, 2011 10:16 am

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*A Maka-Eekai L4000 transport from High Port enters the atmosphere of Muunilinst. Slowly chugging down, the repulsor lifts making more noise than they usually did, the ship made its way to landing docks of Harnaidan. The transport was filled with workers, refugees and everything in between. When the ship touched down, it landed surprisingly lightly, all the passengers, save one, impressed by the pilots ability. Slowly, people began getting out of their seats, grabbing whatever luggage they had and moving toward the exit of L4000. The woman from High Port, who was starting to realize the attention she was drawing, both from people and security, decided to get into the middle of the group of people exiting the ship. She would then try to slip away to make them lose her trail, if only for a little while. The doors of the ship slowly hissed open and the passengers began walking off the ship. The woman moved slowly, keeping pace with the rest of the group. Soon enough she was off the ship and on an open landing pad. She continued to walk casually with the group of civilians until they had left the landing pad. Now alleyways and pedestrian streets stretched in many directions. The woman chose the smallest of her options, a small service alley between two run-down buildings directly to her left. Now moving with some speed, she darted into the service alley, ran a good distance down it and turned to make sure she wasn't being followed or watched.

No one stood at the either end of the alley.

The woman then sat, and began to meditate*


*The hunt had begun*

Post Sun Jun 26, 2011 3:18 pm

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*As Bedrovelse entered the ship, he turned to his left. A few short strides carried him to a a door that opened with a hiss. He stalled for a moment, waiting for the soft footfalls of his female counter part to ascend. As soon as she would step onto the ship completely, the ramp would raise itself, and hiss shut. Hevn strides into the adjacent room, and settles himself in a deep round seat positioned in front of a table. The seats are composed of a ivory colored silk material, and squish comfortably under the individual planeted in them. There was another seat across the table from him, to which he flourished a hand towards once he was settled.

Ringing again, and as before, Hevn's hand rises promptly to his ear. Tapping the comm link, his face grows more furious. Frustration contorts his demented yet regal and elegant features, and he shifts uncomfortably in his chair as he leans forward, nearly shouting at the man as the conversation progresses.*


:: Woman, 20's, or 30's, white attire, deep hood, face hidden. Got it Winfield...wait...what do you mean you lost her? There is no video feed between, by damn it Charles.....! Call the bloody troops off the Harnaidan chase, the fugitives have agreed to surrender. Continue routine scanner affirmation that they group is moving toward the meeting location. Since you can't seem to be trusted watching potential enemies, I'll take care of it from here. Focus on the troops. Hevn out. ::

*Anger truly defied it's natural place to effect a humanoid now as Bedrovelse's inside baked and frothed in turmoil at the sheer arrogance it took to come to Muunilinst and directly defy knowingly a member of the Dark Jedi Order. His aura within the force tremors with a ferocious and brewing storm within him, and it was then that the air in the room would seem to seize, holding it's breath for the Jen'jidai to settle himself while the world around him grew a nasty cold.*

*Hevn raised his hand to his ear, and pull the comm link out. Placing it on the table, he sinks back into his chair, and his fingertips touch lightly on his lap. Staring across at her, his frigid blue eyes stare past, and through. She is not there as he begins to meditate on reining in his strength, and focusing it.*

*He focuses himself. He draws the fury, the anger, and pride into a controlled and pulsating bubble within his chest. Compressing the emotions raging inside until they are suppressed, and lets the dark side of the force swim through his body. It touches every nerve, every muscle, and bone as he immerses himself in it, and quickly his body is filled with the euphoric feeling that came of channeling your cognitive abilities. Bedrovelse was in tune, and he set himself to be in such a state as a precaution. If there was a fool about who would knowingly deceive one of the most dangerous forces in the galaxy, then certainly they knew what they were up against. Immersing himself would allow an incredible feeling for the force, perceiving danger, employing empathy, and sensing the nature of minds with extra ease now. The storm within him centralized itself on this one idea, and began to fuel his meditation.*

*The cloudiness would only last a moment before he focused his eyes on the woman. He was centered now, and appeared calm and focused on the task at hand. He crossed one leg up over his other, and kept his finger tips in contact. He spoke lightly, and nearly carefree now that they were alone.*

" Allow us to begin on more civil terms now that you have become my guest, and not my prisoner. My name is Lord Hevn, and welcome to the Black Razor. We will be en route to the meeting point I have chosen for your men, via the long way, so that you may all meet up once this discussion is over, for better or worse. Now I give you the opportunity, miss, to state your name, and explain yourself in full. "
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Post Thu Jul 21, 2011 7:31 am

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On all sides of me, the gnats dance. I've watched them rise to this crescendo over countless hours of infighting, this pointless war that does nothing but prove how truly powerful the Vision is. Not even those who were once a part of us can stand against us, not even with their knowledge of our weaknesses. One or more of the men at my side has fallen, clutching at the darkness of my robes, and all I do is watch. That is what the Black Guard has always done.

My orange eyes flicker over the corpses selectively, and I flick away the useless ones nonchalantly. Weakness serves no purpose here.

Explosions abound commonplace in every direction, blasts drowning out all thought or sound. Men fall like towers who once stood tall for their beliefs. I'm dragging them all to hell, bloodied zealots and heretics alike. Fodder, all of them. Too few understand what it means to live for a cause; its all too easy to have them die for it.

I step over countless corpses and walk past blaster fire and melee alike, nothing that they have done yet even close to putting a stop to my advance. Until one, a former apprentice, ignites his golden blade and stands defiantly in my path. I'm much taller, much larger, more seasoned. I can see in his eyes that the fear has sunken in like poison. He's defeated himself.


You have bitten the hand that has fed you.

There is a finality in my words; there has always been a finality in my words, but now, it is much more grave. I have already decided how he will end. That he will end has never been the question.

You stand against me with fear in your eyes. Do not fear death. It will take you no matter what.

He screams out. He rushes at me. I can feel his mix of emotions tainting the force, bending it to his will, overtaking him. The blade strikes out at my side, he's much smaller than I am. My right side. And I step forward to welcome him.


Have you ever met a god, child?

I didn't expect an answer. I couldn't hear one if it came. My hatred was complete, my requiem sung. The silver blade of the titan explodes outward, upward, through his arm. It clatters, saber and all, to the sand. Blood mixes with the grains beneath our feet. He stares at me with question and conflict in his near dead eyes.

Somnus is overhead now, my eyes boring into the youth's, not denying him his final moments. I had to show him his futility. That was to be his final lament, his last rites.


Fsst! Shhharrrrrrroooom! Rrrrrrrhhhhhhhheeeeeeeooooow!

Typical. Blaster fire, on the Jen'jidai.

I spin the titan rhythmically, blasts one by one licking against him only to find their paths split, sent in the opposite direction. One scream, another body folding, the last falling to his knees and staring at the gaping hole in his chest. And then, Somnus found his resting place in the boy's heart.


He says it was nice to eat you.

The giant slank away, back into his resting place, far away... and my advance continues, toward Harnaidan, toward the fortress city of traitors....
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Post Sun Sep 18, 2011 11:23 am

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*The tides of war had obviously swayed in the direction of the Dark Jedi Order after General Fuc'jo was found viciously murdered. If General Fuc'jo's death was the killing of the spirit of the Rebellion, Asil sought to vanquish its heart with an attack on the mainland of Harnaidan.

After the sky bruised and the shroud of darkness slowly crept along the land, Asil had his men readied a few miles off the shore of Harnaidan. His intelligence had informed him that the Rebellion was scrambled and riddled with men defecting to join the ranks of the Dark Jedi Order. Those who did not, surrendered unconditionally; in both cases the men were killed. Eversio made it quite clear, at the start of the war, that there would be no prisoners held under any circumstances.

Major General Asil, a true and cold blooded solider in his own right, had his own version of what he called "hard war" and he employed it mercilessly on the civilians of Harnaidan. His men marched from the far west of Harnaidan, hitting every town and smaller city along the way and burned them to the ground. His men were given specific orders to pillage and kill any who resisted. All of Harnaidan would be left ablaze, the spoils of war would go to the Dark Jedi Order.

After the three days on the campaign, with towns ablaze behind him and townspeople so frightened that they fled, in towns in front of him, Asil was both surprised and disappointed that his men and he were met with minimal resistance. The death toll was minimal, the amount of damage, however, was staggering. There was not a single building that was left standing, nor house, nor place of worship. Everything on Harnaidan was seen, by the Major General, as the bloodline of the snake that was the Rebellion. Asil considered himself the man with the foot on the neck, and he had every intention on to apply the pressure.

A stretch of 90 miles, when it was completed, was left burned to the ground. More than 10 towns and 2 major cities were obliterated and brought to its knees. The death toll was small, no more than one hundred casualities, but the legend of Major General Asil was forever cemented in the minds of Muun. Years after the March of Asil was passed, the townspeople refused to speak his name; both out of abject fear and, of course, hatred...*
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Post Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:52 pm

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*Deimos lands the Fire-spray class interceptor he dubbed the "Wraith" just outside closest to the cantina. When he lands he powers the systems down and exits the cockpit into the cargo-hold and then exits the "Wraith and heads for the Cantina. Walking along Deimos surveys the damage to the town spilled over from the palace by the Immortals."*

*As Cleite and Deimos make their way to Xendor's Mug Cantina, Deimos takes in the damage caused by the Immortals and spilling into the city. The Lord Soveriegn, William Reign's Immortals. Deimos heard stories about the Immortals. They were cloaked in all black garb with not a single exposed piece of flesh. It was difficult to tell what species, age, or gender they were, given that they wore masks over their faces. An effective tactic used in psychological warfare. To get their enemies to surrender without much of a fight Deimos supposed. A tactic he would use. Not to mention he's never even been introduced to Lord Reign yet. Probably a good thing, considering the rebellion and all. Once things settle he might opt for a meet and greet. Not that he heard the Lord Sovereign was an over-bearing tyrant with no humor. He was a charismatic and debonair leader of the DJO whom you didn't cross. From what Deimos has read up on anyways. Deimos knew most of the players from the DJO before the rebellion took place. He researched them for the most part. As he did the Code Xendor created when he left the Jedi Order, a Code he often reflected on. Doubt is absolved by Knowledge. Thinking about it, Eversio and Akulina were filled with doubt and fled. Knowledge leads to Passion. Even with Eversio's knowledge, it still wasn't enough Deimos supposed. Passion leads to Pursuit. They only pursuit and Passion Akulina and Eversio truly had was for themselves, Deimos deduced. Through our Pursuit we gain Vision. Through their pursuit of one another their vision had been clouded Through our Vison we find Balance. Both were clearly unbalanced, though the rebellion may have had a hand in that. Balance brings us Control. It was speculation but both probably wanted to escape from the fantasy and truth Akulina experienced in the chamber of euphoria. Control grants us Power. In essence they were powerless. Deimos didn't ahte them or bear them any personal malice, but he didn't condone leaving someone behind for personal pleasure or a bruised sense of trust. Actually he pitied them. As one would pity a lesser creature. Apparently those two leaving was a good thing. If they had their doubts then the Order wouldn't want them around infecting others with that doubt. Even if through some strange turn of events, should they try to return they wouldn't be accepted with open arms. Probably with suspiscion if anything. However,s Deimos guessed that day was long off.*

*Cleite and Deimos finally arrive and enter the Cantina.*
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