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Post by Lara Rhys on Sept 2, 2011 17:32:50 GMT -5
*Lara, unfortunantly, wasn't much of a healer. The only Jedi healing she had been taught was revitalizing. She didn't have the time or the teacher to help her through healing itself. Thankfully she had noticed a medkit tucked beneath a seat on the shuttle and began working on Alex's blaster wounds.
However, when Leiah called out to her, Lara couldn't do much. She had to tend to her master. This was not good. They had an escaped prisoner aboard their shuttle in the heart of Republic space with the Republic Navy and orbital platforms to avoid. Talk about a rock and a hard place. Lara had done the best she could to keep Alex and herself stable as Leiah manuevered about.
However, as she is rattling around, something seemed to have knocked loose and she finally caught on to something she had glimpsed. There was...an iridonian? He wasn't one of the troopers. Someone important, it must have been. Wait! Didn't the Supreme Chancellor mention something about a senator such and such that took Alex into custody?
She didn't catch it earlier, but she remembered what Alex taught her about masking your alignment. When Lara heard Leiah responding to Carth, it suddenly all hit her at once. The senator was masking his true alignment! She remembered the repeating pattern. It wasn't natural compared to, say, Alex's true alignment color.
She dashed away from Alex and grabbed for the controls of the comm, responding back to Carth. She wasn't about to keep this nugget of information. Someone needed to know, and Carth was the most reasonable option right now. Lara pressed the correct button to respond back to the Admiral. A different voice now responded back to Carth, a familiar one to him. One that had shouted at him for arresting Alex.*
The Iridonian at the prison, beware of him. He's masking what he truely is.
*Lara had to keep the message short. They had to escape and she had to tend to Alex. She turned to Leiah.*
We need to get out of here. Now. Whatever happens at this point is out of our hands.
*Lara heads to the back and kneels next to Alex who she had laying down on the floor in the back of the shuttle. She didn't know what to do at this point beyond bandaging and covering the wounds, which she began doing.
The Admiral was sharp. Surely he could connect the dots and finish the puzzle Lara started. She chose her words carefully, saying the phrase "masking what he truely is". Hopefully Carth would catch on to that. Before Lara was knocked off the court, she did her best to throw the ball into Carth's.*
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Post by Carth Onasi on Sept 7, 2011 17:50:07 GMT -5
*Carth doesn't recognize the voice coming back over the comm, though he could tell it was female. He remembers that there had been a female Arkanian with Organa when Carth had made the arrest, but he doesn't remember her speaking. The second voice, another female, was definitely Organa's Miraluka padawan. He knew enough about the species to know what she meant, they saw through the Force. But to whom she was referencing, he didn't know. The Centax-1 prison facility had hundreds, even thousands, of prisoners - a good number of them Zabraks or Iridonians.*
::Listen, I don't know what happened down there, but you're not helping yourself or Alex at all by running. You do this, and it'll be out of my hands.::
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Post by Leiah Macillan on Sept 7, 2011 17:58:25 GMT -5
*Leiah keeps the ship on a steady course at full thrust out of orbit. The Captial ships were closing in on them, but maybe, just maybe, she'd manage to get clear of Coruscant's gravity well fast enough. She's just thankful the Republic wasn't using those damned Interdictor-cruisers anymore. Damn those were a pain in the ass.*
"Thanks for the concern, Admiral, but I think we'll be fine."
*She flips off the comm channel and pushes the engines past their rated breaking point. If she didn't fry every system on the ship, she might just make it. Sure enough, the warning light flips on a second later - indicating that the Republic Capital Ships were now withing firing range. She spins the ship into a roll, just in case they started taking shots or tried to lock a tractor beam on them. As soon as she comes out of it, another green light comes on - they were clear of the planet's gravity well. Without a warning or anything, she pushes the hyperdrive lever forward and the ships lurches into hyperspace.*
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Post by Bastila Shan on Oct 22, 2011 22:28:13 GMT -5
*A standard Republic shuttle limps out of hyperspace, at Coruscant at last.*
"- have the shuttle looked at by a mechanic once we get planetside. There could be something wrong with the hyperspace generator that's making it so slow, and judging from the inspection sticker on the viewport, this shuttle's overdue for an inspection anyway."
*Bastila pilots the craft into the busy patterns of traffic in orbit around the galaxy's capital and keys the comm system.*
::Coruscant Air Traffic Control, this is Republic Shuttle 4259 carrying Jedi Master Bastila Shan and Jedi Knight Josh Nayayen, requesting clearance to land at the Senate Building landing pad.::
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Post by Carth Onasi on Oct 22, 2011 23:08:22 GMT -5
( Full Post)*The Sojourn breaks formation with the fleet and begins heading directly toward Bastila's shuttle and the line of orbital traffic. A secure comm channel is opened up between the Republic Shuttle Bastila and Josh are on and the Sojourn .*::Bastila, this is Carth. I need you to bring your ship aboard the Sojourn immediately. No time to explain. We're moving toward your position. Hurry.::
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Post by Republic Soldier on Oct 22, 2011 23:14:39 GMT -5
*A few seconds after Carth's transmission comes through, another one breaks through to the shuttle carrying the two Jedi.*
"This is Coruscant Air Traffic Control. Republic Shuttle 4259, you are to hold position and wait for Aurek Strikefighter escorts. They will guide you to a designated landing site. Do not deviate from the flight path or you will be fired upon. Make no attempt to leave orbit or you will be fired upon. Failure to comply will be treated as a hostile act and you will be fired upon."
*A squadron of Aurek fighters that are part of Coruscant's basic defense adjust their heading and scream toward the Republic Shuttle.*
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Post by Bastila Shan on Oct 22, 2011 23:36:28 GMT -5
*Bastila blinks in surprise and turns to Josh.*
"That was Carth Onasi on our comm system! I wonder what that was all about?"
*She is about to key the mic to reply, but then another transmission comes through. She listens to it with growing concern and then catches sight of the squadron of Aurek fighters angling towards them. It is highly doubtful that an entire squadron is meant to serve as an honor guard, especially considering the messages from both Carth and Traffic Control. Taking a deep breath, she decides to trust Carth completely in spite of the fact that it would put her and Josh in mortal danger.
Bastila replies to Traffic first, putting intentional static into her voice and rubbing her hand over the mic for additional static.*
::I'm sorrkshkkcrackleshhkkffic Control, theshkkrcksssschkkkschherrence and you'reskhikking up. Can yoshhkkkshkeat that?::
*She then flips a switch on the dashboard to respond on the private channel Carth is using. As she's talking, she begins moving the shuttle towards the Sojurn.*
::Good to hear from you Carth, it's been awhile. We are attempting to follow your instructions, but we're about to have a real problem here!::
*During the brief wait for a reply from Carth, she glances at Josh.*
"You wanted to practice Battle Meditation, well here's your chance. I need you to distract and confuse the pilots in that squadron of Aurek fighters while I fly the shuttle. If they actually start shooting at us, we don't want them thinking clearly enough to be able to make a hit."
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Post by Carth Onasi on Oct 23, 2011 1:19:40 GMT -5
( Full Post)*As the shuttle carrying the Jedi moves toward the Sojourn and the Aurek squadron makes its way toward the shuttle as well, the Sojourn opens fire with its turbolaser batteries. The turbolaser bolts fly past the shuttle's hull, filling the gap of space between the shuttle and the approaching squadron - cutting off the squadron's direct path.*
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Post by Republic Soldier on Oct 23, 2011 1:31:41 GMT -5
*The squadron of fighters is closing in on the shuttle when it banks hard to port and begins racing away from the line of orbital traffic.*
::Blue squadron, this is Blue Leader. They're making a run for it. Form up and engage.::
*The squadron pulls into tight formation and races through the orbital traffic toward the shuttle. Just as they clear the lines of traffic a barrage of turbolaser bolts fly through the space ahead of them. If they continued forward they'd be ripped apart.*
::Pull up! Pull up! All fighters pull up!::
*The Aurek squadron scrambles to different vectors as they all shoot away from their target.*
::Where the hell did that come from?::
::Those are Capital Ship blasts!::
::What the kriff?::
::Look to grid seven-seven-two. We've got a Hammerhead closing in fast.::
::That's Onasi's ship! What the hell is he doing!?::
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Post by Bastila Shan on Oct 23, 2011 2:11:13 GMT -5
*Bastila is surprised that Traffic Control never tries to contact her again. If they're only giving her one warning before the Aurek fighters attack, then something is very wrong. What could have happened to turn the Republic against the Jedi like this?
She shoves the throttle forward as far as it will go, thankful that the sublight engines seem to be working better than the hyperdrive. A sudden barrage of turbolasers makes her flinch for a moment, though she quickly realizes what Carth is doing. The blasts all fall to the stern of the shuttle, providing a protective curtain between them and the fighters. Bastila glances at her protege, wondering if he's even been able to get in the right mindset for Battle Meditation with everything happening so abruptly. Even for her, there wouldn't really have been time to "get into the zone" where she could affect anything. Just like when the Sith attacked the Endar Spire, they had been caught off guard and there simply wasn't a chance to employ Battle Meditation.
The shuttle zooms into the Sojourn's docking bay, the landing gear gouging little tracks into the deck due to the rushed landing. There is a shower of sparks and a horrid screech before the shuttle comes to a stop. Bastila cringes, as she's normally a better pilot, but she doesn't think Carth will mind the scoring on his deckplates given the circumstances.*
::Carth, we're safely aboard the Sojourn!::
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Post by Carth Onasi on Oct 23, 2011 2:34:30 GMT -5
( Full Post)*After the fighters break off their attack, the turbolaser fire stops. The Sojourn 's hangar doors open up just as the shuttle approaches, giving Bastila just enough clearance to land the ship in safely. As soon as it is safely aboard, the hangar doors close up and the large Capital Ship banks hard to starboard and away from the planet, orbital traffic, and approaching fighters. A minute later it jumps into Hyperspace, bound for Telos IV.*
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Post by Josh Nayayen on Oct 23, 2011 18:04:28 GMT -5
*Sitting in the co-pilot's seat of the shuttle, Josh wasn't expecting anything particularly dramatic to happen on what he thought to be a fairly mundane mission: couriering some Jedi Younglings back to the Academy. The transmission from Carth changes his expectations somewhat. He scans the skies above the Republic capital and doesn't see any sort of immediate threat, Sith or otherwise.
When the second transmission comes in from traffic control Josh glances over to Bastila. She was handling the situation and, given her response to the traffic control, was taking Admiral Onasi's offer. The Jedi Master gives him the task of trying out his infant Battle Meditation to distract the inbound Aureks.*
"I'll try."
*Having to get into the state of mind for Battle Meditation, on the fly and right when it was needed was very difficult. The loudness of the turbolaser bolts passing by the shuttle only prolonged his struggle. The little shuttle is pushed to it's limits on approach to the Sojourn and Josh gives up on Battle Meditation in order to hold onto to something solid while the shuttle comes to a rest.*
(continued in Sojourn hangar)
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Trisana Marrik
Fringer
"Men are shallow creatures. I've yet to meet one who doesn't drool at the mere sight of me."
Posts: 25
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Post by Trisana Marrik on Mar 29, 2012 0:49:26 GMT -5
*Tris enters Coruscant Orbit, punches in the coordinates given to her by the man she found in The Works, and her ship leaves the planet's orbit and flies into open space.*
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Post by Desmond Heart on Mar 29, 2012 15:12:11 GMT -5
*Desmond's ship, hailing from the heavily used Public Docking Bays in Galactic City, makes its way into orbit under the well controlled guidance of the usual CSF system around the galactic capital. With the way the war was going, the space around coruscant was even more paranoid than ever, especially with all the sith transgressions in the past months. Having been individually hailed and flown-by via CSF Ships, Desmond's ship finally enters the outer orbit of the system, the gravity field of Coruscant finally weak enough to let his ship enter hyperspace and leave. The question was... to where was he going? Not quite sure yet, Desmond hits the system into station keeping mode, sending a coded signal to the Republic and CSF ships in command of the nearby space that he was merely preparing for departure and that he would be departing shortly. Scanning his way through the galactic map, he decided to head for an equally busy destination, and punches in the appropriate coordinates into his navicomputer. While he was out from the Capital, he might as well pick up John on Kuat.
The ship leaps into hyperspace, bound for another of the massive city worlds of the inner-rim*
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Trisana Marrik
Fringer
"Men are shallow creatures. I've yet to meet one who doesn't drool at the mere sight of me."
Posts: 25
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Post by Trisana Marrik on Apr 25, 2012 3:41:58 GMT -5
*As Trisana Marrik enters the Coruscant orbit she transforms into the form she used when she met Morn. Ci'el should be waking up any minute now so she pulls out her stun gun and blasts her again. She'd rather deliver the girl unconscious than struggling. It'd make it easier to negotiate the award with Morn.* *Tris flies her ship onto the surface of Coruscant.*
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Post by Christopher Michael on Jul 14, 2012 23:45:01 GMT -5
Chris comes out of hyperspace, and then plots in a hyperspace course that takes his ship to the Sojourn.
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Post by Darth Sjena on Dec 4, 2012 21:50:36 GMT -5
The massive Centurion-class battlecruiser, Avenger, emerges from hyperspace a short distance from Coruscant's second moon casting a dark imposing shadow across the sterile orbital body as the Sith Fleet's command ship slowly approaches the seat of the Republic. Standing at the foremost portion of the large bridge is the ruling Dark Lord and Empress of the Sith Empire, Darth Sjena. Her hands clasped tightly behind her back, mere inches from the double-bladed lightsaber attached to her right hip. Dressed in classic black form-fitting robes, the young Dark Lord stares out the full-length transparisteel viewport at the shimmering planet before her.
Coruscant. Capital of the Galactic Republic, former home to the Jedi, and her birthplace. It wasn't a planet she particularly relished returning to after all these years, but the situation could be worse. Her last visit here had elevated her from Sith Apprentice to a Master in her own rights. Chancellor Vienna Organa had never stood a chance against her. She had cunningly infiltrated the Senate tower, and used a weak-minded Senator to gain access to the Chancellor's Office itself. From there it was a simple matter of assassination. An assassination that led to the power vacuum that had led her here today. With the disappearance and presumed death of her Master, Darth Bandon, Sjena had assumed command of a large portion of the fleet after her mission here three years ago. From that point she began orchestrating everything. She made allies across the galaxy: Mandalorians, Hutts, Pirates, Imperials and Sith alike. The most beneficial of which had been Imperial Intelligence, which had it's hands in everything even the Republic Senate. Through her direction agent Acaadi (code name: Nias) had maneuvered himself into a position of influence and garnered the attention of the new Chancellor himself - eventually culminating in his appointment to Vice Chair. From there it had been easy. An arrest warrant for a Jedi. A staged escape for said Jedi. A blanket arrest order for all Jedi. And a sudden illness of the Chancellor. Now her agent was the one leading the Republic. Simultaneously Sjena herself had orchestrated her own ascension to power within the Empire. A systematic take-over of the fleet, pulling the other Sith Masters to her side, and the overthrow of the resurrected Exar Kun and his spirit's imprisonment on Yavin IV. Everything had been beautifully crafted and played out. She controlled the Empire, she controlled the Republic, she had forced the Jedi to be hunted down, and nothing now stood in her way. Complete and utter dominance. It was what every Sith dreamed of. And it was hers.
"Mistress, there are two squadrons of Republic fighters approaching from port."
Sjena nodded. "Very good, Admiral Amanti. Give our diplomatic escort a friendly welcome. Keep all systems on green and shields down. We have nothing to hide."
The older female Admiral nodded, and walked off to a computer terminal as Sjena's burning red eyes remained fixated on the large golden orb floating before them. She blows a stray strand of her black hair to the side and then gives a wide grin and speaks to the planet itself, "You, like the rest of the galaxy, are now mine."
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Post by Republic Soldier on Dec 14, 2012 18:30:56 GMT -5
The Republic fighters form up along either side of the massive Imperial flagship, forming two long parallel lines to guide the Sith into Coruscant orbit. As they approach nearly half of the Republic's fifth fleet is waiting for them. Some of the capital ships are set to block designated traffic lanes and reroute them, while the others form a perimeter to prevent civilian or media craft from getting too close. This - after all - was a historic event. For the first time in recorded history the Republic and the Sith Empire were not at each other's throats, but rather sitting across a table from each other in pursuit of peace.
"How far have we fallen?" whispers Blue Squadron Leader, Arlen Darklighter. He, along with a good number of both military and civilians didn't buy these peace talks. Maybe he had become to jaded in his time serving the Republic Navy, or maybe he had just seen so much destruction at the hands of the Sith that the thought of a peaceful resolution to the war had escaped his mind long ago. But despite all his misgivings and distrust of the Empire, Darklighter led the second squadron escorting the Avenger. Even it's name, Avenger was dark and violent. Could the Republic ever befriend a government that was so twisted to it's core that even the most arbitrary and inconsequential of things, like the name of a ship, reflected that inner darkness?
With a sigh Darklighter flips on his squad comm, "Keep it tight ladies and gents. Pace them nice and easy."
The fighters lead the Avenger into the holding position in orbit agreed upon by the government representatives days ago and then enter into their own holding pattern awaiting their next duty. The duty Darlighter had the most problem with; escorting the Dark Lord's shuttle down to the Senate building. It was insulting in a way. Here he and his squadron would have a free shot on the most vile and murderous being in the galaxy, and they had been ordered not just 'not to take it' but also to protect that being at any cost. A pit begins to grow in Darklighter's stomach. He had argued against the assignment but the choice had already been made and any replacement was needed elsewhere for the event. Darklighter would just have to suck it up.
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Post by Leiah Macillan on Feb 18, 2013 3:21:43 GMT -5
{OOC: This post takes place one day after the Sith flagship's arrival over Coruscant}
In the busy orbital region over Coruscant, the Unladen Swallow emerges from hyperspace in a brilliant blue flash. The silver and steel-blue freighter curves to it's port side after making it's escape from the vortex of hyperspace and settles in a holding position with a number of other freighters awaiting landing clearance from Coruscant central control.
Inside the Swallow Captain Leiah Macillan leans back in the pilot's chair and looks over at her Jedi passengers. But as her eyes trace the way from her console to the Jedi, something catches her attention out the side viewport window. At first she can hardly believe her eyes, and she picks herself out of her seat and walks the few steps across the cockpit to the window.
"Holy sithspit that's a big ship."
There, between their position and the nearest of Coruscant's three moons was a massive triangular Sith warship. The Avenger. And it was just floating there. And though she couldn't see them at this range, a quick glance at her sensors showed that the Sith flagship was flanked by smaller Republic vessels and starfighters.
"When you said the Sith were signing a peace pact with the Republic, I don't think I caught your full meaning."
It looked almost wrong. That ship was a symbol of war and destruction to so many people all across the galaxy. It embodied fear. Even it's appearance was menacing. And yet here it sat peacefully in the supposed cradle of freedom and justice. Leiah didn't have a big fuzzy spot in her heart for the Jedi, but the Sith she knew to be something truly wicked.
"So this is the real deal, huh?"
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Ad-Tsi-Lex
Jedi Initiate
I think about when there's so much steak.
Posts: 141
Character Species: Tiss'shar
Alignment: Neutral Good
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Post by Ad-Tsi-Lex on Feb 20, 2013 14:14:34 GMT -5
Lex had not seen many planets from orbit. He's seen the frozen plains of Arkania, the scorched earth of Telos and not a whole lot else. But he has seen orbital satellite pictures of his own homeworld, and he knew what a city looked like from flying above them just within the atmosphere.
Either the entire world was on fire, or the entire world was a city. That was the only way to explain the light it emanated, and the patterns it came in. He heard a bit about Coruscant from the soldiers on the Sojourn, and when they said it was one big city, he somehow didn't believe it. But from up here, he could.
His eye was drawn from the glittering lights below to the starships above. He could tell which one was the Sith one just by looking at it. He had only one real encounter with the Sith, but the one thing that he gathered from that is that they were able to create fear. Horrible, horrible fear. Looking at the ship, he was suddenly afraid, and began to feel like he did that one time on Telos. The rational part of him remembered that the Force could apparently bolster the spirits of allies over an entire battlefield. It made sense to him that it could do the opposite. Or perhaps it was just the menacing architecture. They certainly could pull it off in mundane ways.
Bolting off was beginning to look like a worse and worse idea. Well, he had followed through with the program that brought him here in the first place, and for Tiss'sharl, the homeland he was despairing of ever seeing again, and at the very least for the spirit of exploration, he would follow through.
He tried to keep his composure by asking for some confirmation on his theory.
"So Coruscant really is one big city . . . Where did they get the resources to build and support it all?"
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Post by Taloombray on Feb 25, 2013 21:46:45 GMT -5
As Lex began chattering and asking questions about the planet they were orbiting, the Wookiee soldier's attention was riveted to the sight of the massive Sith ship. The moment he'd caught sight of it the fur on the back of his head and neck that was not covered by the ratty coat he was wearing mohawked as his hackles inadvertently rose. He had not seen many Sith ships while he'd been a soldier with the Republic, but he knew them well enough to fear and loathe them.
What little doubt regarding the Jedi and the virtue of his decision to throw in with them that had remained in Taloombray's mind vanished in sight of the ship. There was something deeply wrong in the Republic if they were openly courting the Sith. There was no possible justification, no potential for having been misled or being unclear on who they were getting in bed with… there was something wrong with the Republic.
<…the fools,> he said quietly, more to himself in awe at the depths of trouble the Republic was in than to any of his compatriots in the ship.
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Post by Tomias Shoryu on Feb 25, 2013 22:44:21 GMT -5
Tomias, a majority of his time on this trip in deep meditation, raises his head as the drop out of hyperspace and turns to see the sight of a Sith capital ship hovering over the capital planet of the Republic. The sith vessel looked like a knife ready to make the killing blow to the heart of the republic. In essence that's what this farce peace treaty was. The sight made the covered sith markings on his arm resonate with a stinging sensation. To say Tomias had a bad feeling was an understatement to say the least.
Tomias tried to focus on Lex's question to get his mind off what he was seeing but the image was too much. Had the Jedi retreated this far back and for so long that the Sith were now able to make such a bold move? If they had stayed at the Temple on Coruscant and had a council member in the Senate would the Sith have been able to infiltrate the senate and get this close to the Chancellor? Tomias shakes his head clear and looks at the crew on the ship. This group was here to make things right and put things back in order. He needed to focus on that.
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Post by Azra Glenstorm on Feb 28, 2013 22:00:05 GMT -5
The sight of the Sith and Republic ships together, side by side as if they are old friends, is the final straw for Azra. The people her mother had literally given her life to were now shaking hands with the very people who had murdered her. It causes a tangible pain; a swift knife into her heart.
Taloombray's words seem shallow to her. They are not fools. They are vile and worthless animals. Unbridled hatred seethes through her. Her voice seems to involuntarily lift from her body in reaction to the Wookiee's statement.
"That does not even begin to cover it."
She stares through the window, her face remains calm but her eyes, intent on the ships in front of them, are dark and brooding. If undisturbed, she will not move until they land or the ships are out of sight.
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Post by Serra Keto on Mar 10, 2013 1:48:32 GMT -5
"Yes, this is the real deal," Serra responds to Leiah - though she suspects the Arkanian had meant the comment rhetorically. From there out, everyone seemed to have a different reaction, but none was more concerning than what she senses overflowing from her Padawan. First pain...deep pain followed by unbridled hatred. It was something Serra had never sensed from Azra and it causes her to look over at the younger girl in both shock and concern. For the first time, Serra doesn't even know what to say fully. She was supposed to be the girl's master, but what could she say? Serra herself was pained and angry too, but... but something told Serra that Azra's pain and anger was rooted in something more personal. She was taking this Sith-Republic alliance personally. Maybe it hadn't been the best choice to bring her Padawan on this mission afterall.
"Let's just get down to the surface and we can sort this all out. Leiah?"
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Post by Leiah Macillan on Mar 10, 2013 1:51:35 GMT -5
Leiah had been daydreaming about the many possibilities of a Sith and Republic alliance. None of them had a rosy outcome to them. Serra's mention of her name however spurs her out of the dreams and she nods.
"Yep. Getting the clearance from Orbital Control now."
Checking over the last few displays, she nods again and lights up a switch as the thrusters activate once more and the Unladen Swallow shoots forward toward the glowing planet below - being sure to give the imposing Sith warship a wide berth.
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