And So...Her Journey Begins...

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And So...Her Journey Begins...

Post by Kita_Ikari » Sat May 11, 2019 9:42 am

(Waiting for reply post from Ari Kraujas.)

It was a busy day in the marketplace on Tibrin. It was about 2pm in the late afternoon. The weather had been extremely hot that day. Sweat lightly dripped down a merchant's brow as he lifted his remaining stalk of fish to the front of his shop. He was a well built man with light brown hair and blue eyes. His name was Aodhan Ikari. Stopping a moment, he turned and looked over at his daughter as she was sitting in the back of the shop taking a moment to get a drink of water. "Kita, can you please go down to the dock and see if the fishermen are back yet with more fish please?"


Kita was 17 years old. She had long light blonde hair fell to her waist, and blue eyes much like her dad's. She was slender, but shorter than most women her age, standing at only 5 foot and 2 inches, but she found ways to use her height to her advantage in many ways growing up. She quickly got up and smiled at her father. "Ok Dad."


Without arguing, she left down the dirt roadway quietly observing the other merchants and people as she passed them by. She never knew why, but she always had a habit of taking in what everyone was doing in the marketplace. Even if it was just briefly. Perhaps because she didn't trust people today. And with good reason. Their had been many thieves throughout the galaxy stealing things from merchant's/vendors on a daily basis. But she didn't think that's why she felt more cautious today. Something felt off in the marketplace. She just wasn't sure what it was. Still she continued on pushing her way through the crowds of people.


Ever since her mother's passing from a illness, she had to learn how to carry on her mother's duties within the family business. It was unexpected, but at the time her mother was alive, they were unable to afford treatment for her when she became ill. And now they appeared to be doing alright financially. Life was like that though...right? Always throwing unexpected things your way? The majority of fish at the time had been contaminated with some sort of chemical that was causing health issues among Tibrin's people. So the majority of fish caught that was known to be contaminated, they had to turn down from selling in their shop. Those few months had been difficult for them to get by.


The sound of the ocean waves and birds scavenging for food above the surface of the water was a calming sound to her ears as she approached the docks. She stopped in the sand, shading her blue gaze from the sun with her right hand before looking for any of the fishermen's boats. It appeared no one was back yet. "They must still be out at sea…" she thought with a sigh. "Guess I will have to wait." Kita turned to sit under a shady tree nearby. She pulled her knees up under her chin as she watched the sunlight dance upon the water.
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Re: And So...Her Journey Begins...

Post by Ben Kenobi » Mon May 13, 2019 1:45 pm

Ruled by large oceanic views, Tibrin’s primary source of food was indeed that of a palette that a piscivore would die for. It was also a place that held the potential for massive economic spoils if the fish product was conducted properly on the galactic market, it could also be a place where disaster could strike should greed or the thought of vile tyranny slip in.

That particular morning had drawn in someone who’d caught wind of a certain and sudden contamination of the local fish product which had essentially driven local fishermen to sail further out into the deeper parts of the ocean in order to fetch a more fresh specimen. While the cause was mostly considered mundane or perhaps a phenomenon, this fellow did not believe in circumstance so much as he believed in cause and effect. Maybe it was a hunch, maybe it was not. Whatever the truth behind it, this man sought to be nosey and see what he could find.

Through the morning into the lean hours of the tallest peak of the sun and unto the moment where the sun began its journey back across the sky, a single lone man had been tinkering with a small row boat not far off shore. In reality one could have walked out to where he was set at anchor and occasionally even to where he took up the point and moved to another select area. Each time he’d stop he would take samples of the ocean and run it through testing equipment he’d brought along with him.

Unassuming, he typically wore a charcoal gray cloak though for the heat of the day it was off and underneath he kept about him some tan robes. No weapons were about his belt but he did carry along a walking staff that lay in the bottom of the boat at this time.

A red flashing light came on and it winked out once he acknowledged the testing device. “Another one.” He spoke to himself and then sat down on one of the few rungs. Testing through the day he had now a stronger inclination that this was no mere natural occurrence that was causing the contamination… perhaps… it was something more…

He began to row back to the shore line…

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Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Tue May 14, 2019 9:21 pm

Iron…

Solid and without reason. Unyielding and capable of grinding those that stand against it to dust. Those with wills of iron were the resolute - the never ending. They deserved to rule the galaxy. Everyone else was but stepping stones to their greatness. Sometimes - a stepping stone would show promise and rather than being ground into nothingness it would arise from the mire and the mud and come forth with a spirit tempered from iron. Blemished yet undefeated. Knowing yet matured to perfection. These were the few.

These few were not easily found but when they were - those with power would stop at nothing to harness them so that they could throw these few into the cast of iron and maybe, just maybe, when the cast was cracked open - a will of iron there would be.

Burners rumbled in the background as turbulence danced the starship through the clouds of Tibrin. If the pilot took a better look around he’d spit at the pathetic lives the people lived on this environmentalistic wack hole of a place. Primitives and lesser beings unworthy of the greatness that his employer offered. But he wasn’t here to debate philosophy. He was here for one thing and one thing only - a score. What this body was for or why were reasons he didn’t give a care of. He was getting paid and that was enough.

A Firespray-31 Patrol Craft, the ‘Jai-Galaar’. She soared through the skies with grace and her engines ran smooth despite the trouble he had to go through to get her back. She wore the paint of iron - slate gray with a faded circular tribal in black towards the tail that was largely intelligible save for those that were aware of details. But its meaning was not for those without knowledge of history. It was the sigil of the Great Mandalorian Clan Ordo. Within the cockpit the lights were out and only the red tactical hue dominated as holographic readouts scrolled across the screens.

He stood up from the pilot seat after activating the ship’s AI to take over. Without a word he lowered himself from the cockpit and down into the hold of the ship where a woman sat in meditation. He kicked her boot as he walked by. “Get up.” He snapped - hitting the holoprojector which spilled red light into the empty hold. It viewed islands and zoomed in closer three times until it came to view of the docks. Several civilians were down there including one boat not far off shore. He poked one image and it pinged green and remained illuminated. “That’s her.”

Turning from the image he walked to the rack of weapons and picked up a well oiled rifle - checking the charge he shouldered it and moved towards the exterior door, slapping the release the vents hissed with pressure and soon the entire cabin was lashed by winds.

This man was donned in Mandalorian Armor of slate gray and devoid of markings. The helmet was custom, it needed to fit his breath mask that adorned the lower portion of his face. Its visor glowed bright red over the right eye, internal wires from inside the helmet snaked into his dead eye and down into his cortex to give him sight through both eyes. He kept two pistols on his hips, gauntlets on his arms and a deployable vibroshield on his left forearm.

As the wind whipped and slammed into him he did not move. The time for action was near - and he readied himself. Those on the shoreline could likely just now hear an aerial vessel as it flew through the skies.

He was as solid as iron in the roiling chaos and he would be unforgiving to those that defied him.

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Post by Neive Undant » Wed May 15, 2019 5:36 pm

"High Inquisitor, are you sure about this?"

Prazutis crossed his arms as he stood behind the droid pilot, thinking to himself.

"When a disturbance in the force is so large it feels like 2 tsunami's clashing into each other, there's no doubt..."

Usually, Prazutis would refuse to exit imperial space to deal with an issue that would bring problems for the Alliance as well. However, feeling two opposite presences in the force, one of the dark and one of the light, both converging on one planet? Prazutis needed to see this for himself.

One, he recognized immediately. The other... he had a feeling, but hoped it not be true.

"Kenobi..."

Prazutis shook his helmet for a moment, the action not doing him much but as with his occasional sigh, habits never die, even when physicality does, it seems.

"Take us down to the atmosphere, I'll plug the coordinates in for the specifics."

Prazutis went to the computer, entering the codes for a small town of which he could feel the clash approaching. Prazutis wasn't sure if it would happen before or after he arrived, but he would be near whenever it did.
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Post by Slade Xandir » Sun May 19, 2019 5:44 pm

She was learning. Learning to relax the hold she had on her temper, to roll into a more apathetic measure of being without the pissed-offness that typically came with it. The laxity of her shoulders and even template of her breathing made her so much more...at ease. At rest.
But nothing could last too long in the realm of peace in a realm such as this.

Mercy felt everything around her jar into an explosion as she was yanked from her meditation. It was the same blast that brought her back so many years...years she did not want to relive. Years that forced her back into being 16, young, smiling believe it or not, a joyful little girl. trained in her beginning stage of combat by her adoptive father, a wise and careful mentor, secretly a Jedi Master ousted from the coalition by yielding to emotions. All because of her. But how was she to know? How was she to know that he was the target of-

The explosion faded as the heavy boot pulled away from her own. She felt her heart hammering, her chest stuffed with resilient and endless anger to ruin whoever had pulled her from nearing the rest she knew only briefly. Vehement irises into a sizzling crisp and acidic gold on the outside of hazel rims, heatening a garnet core, eclipsed by ebony pupils. She felt the ire rise, and as much as she knew how easily she could tap into this sickening rage, she held it. Dastan had told her she would make so much further if only she honed in on her power, on her devastating fury, and sharpened it into a weapon rather than an excuse to just hate. Rather than just potential. He knew Mercy was a powerful force to be feared, what she could be- but in the end, what did she want? Why did she fight so hard to taste that silence, that void, that absence...why did she strive for touch the solace? What was there? And most importantly, what would it mean once she finally got it?

The wind broke hard against the smooth and sleek outer hull of the ship, and sithian eyes glared around her after ripping free of the Mandolorian who growled a set of words she had ignored briefly in her seethe. But the message was clear as the last echoes of that childhood nightmare ebbed from her churning mind. They had made it. And as she made her way to combat booted feet, she straightened, stretched, and rubbed down the careless creases in her attire, simple fitted black cargos, a stretch fit gunmetal grey tank top and a crop-top leather jacket. It wasn't practical in the slightest, and Dastan approved of her heedlessness to adorn armor, but she insisted on lighter wear. The pain she got from combat spurned her, and she needed her agility. Be damned her life if she got a victory from it. Fingerless gloved hands lipped over her utility belt, equipped with quite a few little tacticals and her tonfa sabers, she looked through the curtain of dark brunette hair. As she single perceivable eye took in what she could from the red hologram map, she pulled her bangs back from her other eye, revealing both to now have returned to their regular color. This was a water planet, and from the sea of reds splurging over it, it was clear they had to make this snatch and grab quick. And with it, they had to be precise. But weren't they all?

"Can't be too hard. It's only one island. And I'll feel if it's her or not." Pulling her hand away from her hair, the personal Apprentice resheathed her left eye in the hiding and took in the Mando with her right. "Let's get this over with."

Checking her equipment once more,, she snatched up her light armor set in case they ran into trouble, which they seemed to always have no matter who she tended to roll with, and applied it. Once, that beg red button was pushed, she'd be ready to go.
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Re: And So...Her Journey Begins...

Post by Kita_Ikari » Mon May 20, 2019 6:20 am

While watching the sunlight bouncing off the water's surface, Kita's blue gaze caught sight of a boat starting to row its way up to shore. As the small vessel got closer she realized it was a man coming back to the docks. The boat looked to small to be a fishing boat. So she figured the guy must of been doing something else. But what? She didn't see people go out on the ocean much just for a joy ride. Plus she found his attire was out of the ordinary for such a hot day. Curiosity got the better of her.


Kita got up and brushed the remnants of dirt from her light grey capri style pants before casually starting to walk towards him from her shady spot under the tree. He seemed to carry a very calm presence, so she decided to converse with the man to ask about his purpose on Tibrin. As she got about a few feet away from the dock, she stopped midwalk as a Firespray-31 Patrol Craft started soaring towards the shore of Tibrin. The noise of the ship was getting louder as it approached. She covered her eyes from the sun as she tried to get a better view of it. "Isn't that originally a prisoner ship?" She mumbled to herself. She read about them and seen pictures in books, but never saw one in reality til now. "What could it possibly be doing here?" She thought.


It had definitely been a off day as Kita thought it would be. First the guy in a boat, now a Patrol Craft. She had wished she just stayed in bed at that point. That's what she wanted to on any day that felt off. Because one way or another, "usually" something bad just happened. But with her father needing her help to run the shop, she didn't really have much choice in the matter. She felt she had too take on the other half of the work by keeping things stocked and clean. She couldn't just leave the responsibility all on him.


As the craft continued to approach towards the shore at full speed, a unnerving feeling over came Kita. That ship appeared to be heading for her. She was sure about that. But she didn't even do anything wrong that a patrol craft would come for her. ...Did she? Realizing she was out in a open area among the shore didn't help her situation. Her gaze flickered back and forth quickly trying to take in her surroundings. There weren't many places to hide in or behind but a few small trees. And hiding in the small boat the man was in was pointless. There was no way to escape the area quickly. "I'm screwed." She mumbled to herself as she looked back towards the aircraft.
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Post by Ben Kenobi » Mon May 20, 2019 2:27 pm

Calm water made for less than choppy waves as the small boat was handled with ease across the rolling features of the ocean. With each stroke of the oars the vessel neared the reaches of the dock but as he was within a close proximity his ear caught the echo of a roaring engine breaking off of the clouds. Casually he looked up in reaction and saw nothing; of course the echo had come from the wrong direction but soon after an eerie feeling began to settle in and Ben stood to his feet, letting the boat drift with its own momentum.

“Afternoon.” He spoke out to her, seeing as she had approached his specific dock. He gave her a smile of warm confidence but naturally he couldn’t possibly hold it long as that odd feeling continued to prick at his conscience.

His eyes captured the blonde but only briefly as he looked back up into the skies to where she now directed her own attention. By then the boat bumped into the dock and the elder hopped onto the aged wooden surface of the docks, fetching his staff as he did so. Again he looked up into the skies, now he too spotted the figure of the craft. “Yes,” He softly agreed, “they aren’t usually privately owned save for a few.” Try as he may he couldn’t visually identify any markings for the sun was too near and the opposing angle on the ship…

The eerie feeling began to deeply settle in and he also felt fear begin to emerge from the girl. ‘I’m screwed.’ Ben turned to look at the youth who spoke, a sudden clear realization fell over the Jedi Master at that moment and the Force called out in danger to him. Whatever and whoever this girl was didn’t much matter, that incoming ship reeked of dangerous intent and it was coming straight at them. It was too late to run, too late to call for help. “Get down!” He shouted and leapt from the dock!

With full disregard for his days of work he cast aside this weight and took on a new charge, if these brigands wanted to do harm to this girl for whatever reason, they were about to have their hands full because Ben wasn’t about to sit around and let things unfold sourly without a fight…

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Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Tue May 21, 2019 9:33 pm

They neared the shore, emerging from the clouds like a plummeting stone. That was when the highly tuned sensor equipment of the Jai-Galaar pinged upon facial and body recognition - the Jedi. Highlighted in green contrast against the red holo, Ben Kenobi stood out brightly and Jacobi narrowed his eye at the image of the venerable warrior. Muttering under his breath several inappropriate curses he opened a line to the cockpit AI. “Take us in hot. Open fire on the dock! Do not kill our target - maiming is acceptable. I want Kenobi burned!” He shouted, hitting the release on the ramp which slid out and with his boots magnetized he took two steps outside the interior of the ship.

As the Firespray obtained weapons range the AI activated the rapid fire quad guns and a screeching spray of red cannon fire spat down towards the earth targeting Ben Kenobi specifically. Hopefully their target wouldn’t get in the way - but if she did the Sith were wealthy enough to patch together some missing limbs here or there.

Angry fire blasted downwards and slammed into the shore line casting up waves of vaporizing water like erupting geysers of heated water to rain down upon the scene and further escalate the situation. Kenobi’s boat was turned to literal splinters as more than a trio of shots wrecked the vessel and sent it to the bottom in several pieces. The dock itself shook with each heavy powered blast that punched clean through it to crystallize the sandy ground on the surface beneath it. The guns were rapid firing and within a very short time a full spread of over thirty rounds had spat from the Firespray when it was time for the ship to pull out of its dive, when it did so Jacobi leapt.

Spinning to rotate his body and face his foe and target he flexed his legs and his armor’s servos took the heated impact upon the beach. He came to earth in an explosion of sand and mire only to sprint forward with his rifle shoved in his shoulder and pumping pinpoint accurate shots towards the fleeing Jedi Master, each shot was deadly and trained on his back, appendages and head, not a single shot aligned for a graze - no, these shots were intended to maim, kill and destroy. Occasionally he’d snap a shot off at the girl’s feet just to try and throw her off balance that she couldn’t just easily run away.

For his crazed entry, his voice was calm as could be. “Mercy, get the girl. Use the electro-net and make it quick. When the Jai-Galaar comes back around we need to be ready for pick up.” He didn’t expect Kenobi to die here even as bad as he wished it to happen but the mission came first and it was painfully clear that they’d be going nowhere with the girl unless Ben Kenobi’s hands were fully tied.

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Post by Neive Undant » Fri May 24, 2019 7:45 am

Just as Prazutis’ unmarked shuttle entered the atmosphere, the blasts down at the ground were visible, the smoke and steam churning into the air as Prazutis shook his head, unhooking his cloak and letting it fall to the floor as he grabbed his lightsaber from his belt, noticing a figure falling from the ship that just fired upon the surface.

Stay out of that firespray’s targetting. I’ll need a way out of this place.

Prazutis let his shuttle’s own loading ramp drop before he stepped off it, letting his armor flow in the air as it dropped to the sandy shores below, a small distance from the other figures. However, Prazutis wasn’t here for the apparent target of the Sith’s bane, nor was he here just to bring about destruction... he was there to slay two men. But seeing Wylcott holding a rifle... it would seem that this skirmish would already be different than what he would imagine it would be. What had happened to his blade, Prazutis wondered?

It mattered not, however. What did matter? That these two surging forces both died together, to balance one another out. Two clashing aspects of the force, both slamming into one another, but neither emerging victorious as Prazutis’ own darkness extinguished the flame of Wylcott’s hatred, and the discipline of Kenobi’s will.

Prazutis ignited his crimson blade, darting towards The dark side rifleman that now took aim at the Jedi Master.

Tormentors would NOT rise again. He would NOT become the threat he once was.

Prazutis would make sure of it.

As for Kenobi... Prazutis gave him second priority, as unlikely a happening as it was.
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Post by Slade Xandir » Fri May 31, 2019 4:03 pm

Snatching clean a roll in the sand in time with Jacobi's, the timelock was clear for the both of them in this grab and go- they had to try and keep eachother alive in the process too, it seemed, as this damn Jedi Master seemed to be everywhere the Sith didn't want him to be. But once up she confirmed the order and pulled free the plasma gun, setting the trajectory and accuracy before they had left, before setting it to the 'Net' feature. Luckily, this all-in-one gun could allow her such a pleasure of being an appliance AND a weapon should she need it, but the printer inside flicked clear to net, and she took aim with a hazel green squint. With the accuracy being on the highest setting, it would be imperative that she hit exactly where this little broad was running off to, as it called to make the net smaller than the lowest accuracy setting- but it would make it so much more effective, and that was what meant more. The trajectory she knew was as far as possible, so it was set to push hard against the wind. Should she be just behind the fleeing victim, she'd hit the girl and it would send her down, and most importantly, out. Kenobi would have to keep his eye on either the prize, or the predators, in this one.

Or not-

"Ship's sending me beacon tags," she growled in the earpiece as she tightened her grip on the trigger just as the girl recovered from her duck with the Jedi. "Someone else is heading for us too, and I doubt it's back up." After she made eye contact with the kid,

She pulled the trigger.
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