(are we captured? This RP is AU, so although we can refer to canonical events up to eight years after Yavin, things happened quite differently. after that...)
"I-" His eyes darkened. "Yes, Darion Bladerunner. But anyone I knew refered to me as," he paused to consider his next words, "Blade." Darth Blade... he dismissed the thought, turning his gaze across the room. "So what is this place?"
Don't really know. I'm not really that arsed about reviving an RP this dead. I loved the RP but it is a lot of work and right now I am busy with a coming podcast and an audio series. I will do it but right now, I'm pretty busy. I'll see, talk to me about it tomorrow, and I'll see what you think of.))
-.-.... so its up to me to revive this?... All by myself... *sigh* ok. Looks like it's DB to the rescue yet again.
Alright. What if we do yet another time jump? A couple years into the future? Darran is a Sith Lord now, everyone went up in rank, the old creepy ladies are older now (haha jkjk ^^ )) , yadda yadda... My character Satana has probably moved on to be a bounty hunter by now. What if that’s how we start out? Like everyone ends up on the same planet. Someone could hire her.. Then maybe see where it goes from there? I don’t know this is hard on such short notice. Anyone want to kinda add their own spin to my idea?
One year ago
Darth Sear strode into the throne room, black cape fluttering as he walked, each stride echoing throughout the room. He continued forward several dozen meters to a raised pedestal. A chair was turned away from him, facing out a spider-webbed view port. As he reached the raised section he stopped, and bowed with a slight hesitation.
"Your thoughts betray you, your feelings are clear to me, Lord Sear." Hissed a voice from beyond view, though Sear knew this person very well. There was a slight pause as the chair turned to face Sear. "Darran Trist." Beyond was a woman, a mask covered her face, of a battle injury that very few people knew of besides the man that kneeled before her. "I know why you are here, my Apprentice." The woman smiled from beneath the mask. "And I cannot allow it. It is only natural for an apprentice to challenge that master however, I do not deem you ready for the tasks that you will face."
Sear snarled, his eyes darting left and right as from out of the shadows stepped several dozen Black Hole Stormtroopers. Their blaster rifles levelled at him. While he was entirely sure he could easily defeat the the specialist troopers. It was not however his concern. Darth Banis was. His ruby blade sprang fourth, humming to life with feverish intensity. The light from the weapon was reflected in the polarised lenses of the soldiers who did not budge from their positions backing him into a corner so to speak. Sear glared into the eyes behind the mask.
"I see you will not back down. Very well." Banis sighed. "I believe you are stronger, and can become far stronger. I however do not believe that your time is now." Another blade hummed to life. This one also red.
"Then I guess, I have to do what I must."
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There is my opening post so as you will.))
Satana was waiting. She had been waiting for 4 hours. She was much of a waiter, and she wasn't doing too well at keeping still and looking suspicious.... Well, that isnt true. A Zeltron woman on Melida was hard to hide. And she easily caught attention, which made her job hard. But she had something to aid her in her search for a humanoid called Creeve. But she had to admit, a Togruta was a hard thing to miss. And this guy had managed to slip between her well manicured fingers. She looked up from her place in the shadows as she felt chills run down her spine. A howl broke the silence from not too far away. The hunt was on. She grinned and pushed herself to her feet, racing off to intercept Creeve. "Where is he Raz." Raz nipped at the man's heels, speaking into the com piece Satana had made for him. "80 Yards and closing. We're coming right at you, just stay where you are." He nipped again at the old Togruta's heels. Satana stopped and drew her blaster. "Lets hurry this up please. I wanna go home." Raz sighed, his annoyance apparent. "Yeah yeah. I'm working on it." The two rounded the corner, Creeve running right into the butt of Satana's blaster. He fell back, his hand rubbing the spot between his eyes. Satana's eyes grew dark, but her smile was as seductive as ever. "Remember me?" The man gasped and stared up at her in disbelief. "Syphix." She nodded and brought her foot up, and her heel down against his temple. She threw the old guy over her shoulder and started back for her ship. "Where the hell were you Raz?! Good God it's been 4 hours!" Raz sneezed and trotted beside her. "Yeah well next time you can sniff him out and I'll sit around and wait." Satana rolled her eyes and threw her captive into a holding cell (i was really for cargo but she used it for this) and started back for home. "Yeah whatever. Lets just get out of here... I miss Jacen." Raz took his seat and narrowed his eyes at her. "Him? You've been gone for 2 days. Gosh, give yourself a vacation every now and then Satana." Satana shook her head and looked over at him as she set a course for home. "I cant. I'm too scared to leave him alone. He's changed and you know that... I get so worried about him." Raz groaned, like dogs sometimes do, and laid down in his seat. "Between catching sith, criminals, and slave traders you have no life... And I wont be held responsible." She sighed and looked out into space. "Then dont... Not like I've ever had anyone responsible for me in the first place." Raz flinched and raised his head. "Satana I'm sorry I didnt mean it to come out li-" "It's ok... Just go to sleep I'll wake you when we're home."
Jacen was walking down the long hull of "The Stiletto" personnally overseeing the upgrades to the ship. Sparks were flying as new equipment was welded and the hangar was being expanded. he helped some workers lift a very heavy beam, of course he used the force and held it there as they welded. after that was done he continued his walk to the bridge.
he got there to see Juno directing some working on where to put the new consoles that were going in for the new guns, equipment, scanners, and comm consoles for the new hangar. while Joker was running test and diagnostics on the engines, flight control, weapons, etc.. He walked by Juno giving her a feint smile and went straight for Joker.
"how's she doing Joker" jacen asked leaning slightly over Joker's chair and observing the console.
"she, captain, should fly almost better than i can, but we won't know till the remodelling is done and we can see for sure, hell the age of this thing it just might fall apart with the slightest throttle." joker said bringing up some displays of the ships old layout and the new one, it was being kept relatively the same but a bit bulkier while removing old (and occassionally ancient parts) to make space of smaller, far more efficient versions. in this case the ship was getting top of the line of everything Madalorian, who do know more than a few things in making outstanding warships.
"we've also managed to cut the needed crew down but one half by updating everything, and we cut that number down in half by rigging it with slave circuits, if all goes as planned The Stiletto will be the best damn ship in our fleet" Joker added, the fact that the ship was originally designed for alot bigger crew meant they could use the now empty barracks for anything else, most likely storage for spare parts, tools and equipment and then another armory, surprisingl;y this part of the redesing was almost already complete despite being started only yesterday.
"how much longer do you think until everything is completely done?" Jacen asked seeing a skiff slowly fly by the main viewport, probally checking for missed hull cracks or to install something.
"another four days, we are really just at the finishing touches, except for the new hangar, even that's close to being done, but if it was really necsassary we could fly tommorrow" joker informed jacen, who nodded and walked away and proceded back to his room, as he left the room he pulled out a cigar, cut it and lit it.
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above Dac a squadren of mixed fighters exited lightspeed and was quickly followed by a MC80B dubbed The Saber exitting aswell.
"Dac this is Admiral Dackya Allee returning home, mission success" Dackya transmitted across the open frequency
"Admiral this is the Dac Moon Base, congratulations and welcome home" the officer on the other side replied quickly before cutting current communications.
"Admiral this is Stele, with your permission my squadren will head home, perhaps Jacen's 'new' ship will be ready" sqaudren leader Maarek Stele requested as the fighters circled around the cruiser
"have a safe journey home Maarek, and may the force be with you" Dackya responded dismissing her best pilots for another few dozen lightyear travel.
"you to, old friend" Stele replied before the calculations back to Mandalore finished and his squadren again disapearred into hyperspace
Satana and Raz would soon return and land in the hanger. With shoulders slumped and head bowed, they'd jump down and slowly make their ways inside the ship. They left the man in the cargo hold. They'd come back later. For now she wanted to see Jacen and go to bed. Raz just went straight to his room, but Satana wondered about, looking for her master.
the intercomm in jascen's room buzzed, interrupting him while he smoked and listenned to music, it was joker, who was on the bridge.
"captain, santana's shuttle just landed, and i got a transmission from Mon Calamari, Stele's Sqaudren is on their way back, they'll be here within several hours"
Jacen got up and turned on his own personnal comlink, which he was in the proccess of getting for the whole crew
"thankyou joker," jacen replied abruptly nd turned off the communicator that was the size of his two middle fingers put together and around his neck. he turned on the air purifier, put out the guitar and hid the ash tray
The man watched as the fighter squadrons left their port and headed off into the skies, and into space. A slight smile spread across his features. In a calm voice the man simply proclaimed to the air; "Commence." With that he turned away from the sky, sea vista and noises of ocean. Turning away from the calm it instilled in him. He set his sights on the facility before him. The main military base in this sector. Owned by the Mandolorian Jedi.
He began walking towards the main entrance, black cape fluttering as he reached the guard outpost. The Mon Calamari manning the post looked the dark clad man up and down and sighed as he reached for his comm unit, only to find the butt of a blaster rifle; no, his blaster rifle, slamming into his face. The Mon Calamari emitted a rasping gurgle as it impacted hard on the soft flesh around the face, and soon found darkness and the floor as a reprieve.
He stood in front of the rather oversized and non Calamari designed blast doors. Reaching out his mind to the mechanism that controlled the servo-motors he soon had the hydrolics while as the huge doors were lifted.He continued to stand in the entrance even after the door had fully been risen, and he was in plain sight of over thirty different base personnel, twenty of which were currently armed with well over an entire garrison more where they came from.
The man looked at the sandy floor beneath his feet and closed his eyes. He could already sense that the mission would be completed in rather short order, and the garrison personnel did not even know what they were dealing with.
((Whats your idea DB?))
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Satana waited outside of their room, counting to at least 50 before she entered. She decided long ago that she'd give him enough time to hide his stuff. He thought he was clever, but the smell of smoke never leaves ones uniform if he smokes enough. She could smell it all over him, no matter how long the purifier was on. She didn’t care though. It was partially her fault he was like this, so why not let him? She kept a close eye on him though, watching for signs of when to cut him off.
With a heavy heart, and an even heavier sigh, she entered. She forced a smile, though it was a very tiered smile. "Hello love. Did you miss me?"
~my canuck senses are tingling...am i being left out of something??~
jacen looked up from his desk at santana
"hmm, um well the ship is on schedule, Stele and his squadren will be back soon and then we can join the fleet and really crush our enemies." he said with some ethuziasm in his voice
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the men pulled their weapons quickley, there were mixed regular Mon Cal troops with a dozen Mandalorian troopers.
"sith! blast him" the obvious leader barked as he began shooting at the cloaked loner and another mon cal reached for the alarm, which would be picked up by the moon base, but would get first response by nearby patrols
~just remember the mandalorians have spent the last several years hunting sith and engaging in battles with sith, they wouldn't be inexpiernced against force users~
Sear smiled, looking up as the soldiers ans Sith hunting trained Mandolorians prepared to take him on. "Is everything ready?"
There was the whine of a blaster from his side and then several dozen more but no shots appeared. However several very real looking blaster burns smoked on the wounds that had been inflicted on several of the mandos' and the Mon Calamari. Although only three of Mon Cal had been killed it was a very real concern when Sear heal out his hand, pointing at the apparent leader. "Mandalorians. You have three choices. Stand down and leave, and you will not be chased. Allow my presence here in which case you will be removed of weapons temporarily and kept under guard until I leave. Or stand in my way and die."
There were two dozen stealth commandos in key locations through out the facility. If things did not go as planned, as they never do, then the thermite explosives they were placing right this moment would make sure that the night for the locals very very bright indeed. There was a whisper in his ear. "All parameters complete."