Post by Ares on Oct 8, 2009 18:36:07 GMT -5
((OOC/ Specs, I'm gonna take a tiny bit of liberty with the description of what the ship's doing. ))
Kalken Gunrit's starship blasted through Hyperspace. Stars zipped past, solar systems flashing by in the blink of an eye. Entire worlds, civilizations... All trapped under the Empire's cortosis fist. Thousands of sentient species, with billions of independent beings in each species, all stuck in the death grip of a tyrannical regime dominated by a shadowy former Chancellor who hid behind Darth Vader and the Stormtroopers.
It was sad, really. Ara felt as much as she looked out the porthole in her cabin. Eventually, the blue-skinned Twi'lek turned back to look at the bed. There lay Landon... he was snoring rather loudly. Ara wouldn't be surprised if he had woken all the other inhabitants up... After all, it had been almost eight hours since the group of misfits, rogues, and underworld frequenters had left Nar Shaddaa in a harrowing escape from a Star Destroyer, a Dark Jedi, and a group of Stormtroopers.
The blue-skinned Twi'lek walked over to her bag and dressed herself. Within two minutes, she was wearing the flight jumpsuit she had been in when the group had fled Nar Shaddaa. The green-eyed Rutian Twi'lek stretched her arms, out of habit, and slipped on her belt. Attached to it were two holstered pistols. That would be sufficient for this stop, hopefully.
The group would be arriving at frosty Mygeeto soon, probably in under an hour. Ara walked over to Landon, frownign when he kept snoring. An obvious remedy came to mind... She pulled off one of her leather gloves, and sized up the blood red-haired man. The Twi'lek woman snapped it at his chest, and it made a satisfactory smack sound upon making contact. That'd stop the snoring... She said, "You were snoring. Had to make you stop, after all. I'd be masochistic if I didn't." She smiled at the red-haired man, and turned, opening the door, and stepping into the main bay. It was quiet, and she walked through the dining area's door....
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The Shadow Guard stood on the bridge of the Star Destroyer Irrevocable. His black armor reflected the harsh white lights of the spartan ship, and his thick, black cloak matched his armor, and his ship... His faceless mask was flat, and plain- no emotion could be thought of when looking at it.
Except when you saw his blood-red visor. It was a deep crimson, a splash of blood upon a smooth, obisdian dagger. The emotionless Shadow Guard didn't turn from the huge window of his Star Destroyer when the hologram projector behind him activated. The blue, robed figure spoke.
"You didn't capture the Jedi?"
His reply was short, and as short as possible.
"No."
"And why is that?"
"My incompetent forces."
"I see. Return to Coruscant soon, and I will equip you with Shadowtroopers. I want the Jedi girl, Jax. She is necessary."
"As you wish, My Lord."
The holographic transmission ended abruptly. The Shadow Guard still did not turn. He was silent for several minutes. The crew aboard the bridge knew not to speak, though. That would be stupid. Eventually, though, he spoke.
"We will go to Mygeeto. You will either capture them, or die trying. I want them alive, and preferably unharmed. They're all worth something to me. If you prove yourselves now, I won't be forced to replace you."
The bridge was silent. Eventually, he continued.
"How much longer?"
The captain nervously replied, "Two hours, sir..."
The Shadow Guard finally turned. "And why do we happen to be a full hour behind them?"
The Captain gulped. "Uh... Their engines are superior to ours- illegally modified, and they also left sooner."
The black-armored guard lifted his hand. The Captain would not fail him again. He made sure of that as blue electricity flooded out of his fingers in a great deluge of energy into the older man's body.
Kalken Gunrit's starship blasted through Hyperspace. Stars zipped past, solar systems flashing by in the blink of an eye. Entire worlds, civilizations... All trapped under the Empire's cortosis fist. Thousands of sentient species, with billions of independent beings in each species, all stuck in the death grip of a tyrannical regime dominated by a shadowy former Chancellor who hid behind Darth Vader and the Stormtroopers.
It was sad, really. Ara felt as much as she looked out the porthole in her cabin. Eventually, the blue-skinned Twi'lek turned back to look at the bed. There lay Landon... he was snoring rather loudly. Ara wouldn't be surprised if he had woken all the other inhabitants up... After all, it had been almost eight hours since the group of misfits, rogues, and underworld frequenters had left Nar Shaddaa in a harrowing escape from a Star Destroyer, a Dark Jedi, and a group of Stormtroopers.
The blue-skinned Twi'lek walked over to her bag and dressed herself. Within two minutes, she was wearing the flight jumpsuit she had been in when the group had fled Nar Shaddaa. The green-eyed Rutian Twi'lek stretched her arms, out of habit, and slipped on her belt. Attached to it were two holstered pistols. That would be sufficient for this stop, hopefully.
The group would be arriving at frosty Mygeeto soon, probably in under an hour. Ara walked over to Landon, frownign when he kept snoring. An obvious remedy came to mind... She pulled off one of her leather gloves, and sized up the blood red-haired man. The Twi'lek woman snapped it at his chest, and it made a satisfactory smack sound upon making contact. That'd stop the snoring... She said, "You were snoring. Had to make you stop, after all. I'd be masochistic if I didn't." She smiled at the red-haired man, and turned, opening the door, and stepping into the main bay. It was quiet, and she walked through the dining area's door....
-----------------
The Shadow Guard stood on the bridge of the Star Destroyer Irrevocable. His black armor reflected the harsh white lights of the spartan ship, and his thick, black cloak matched his armor, and his ship... His faceless mask was flat, and plain- no emotion could be thought of when looking at it.
Except when you saw his blood-red visor. It was a deep crimson, a splash of blood upon a smooth, obisdian dagger. The emotionless Shadow Guard didn't turn from the huge window of his Star Destroyer when the hologram projector behind him activated. The blue, robed figure spoke.
"You didn't capture the Jedi?"
His reply was short, and as short as possible.
"No."
"And why is that?"
"My incompetent forces."
"I see. Return to Coruscant soon, and I will equip you with Shadowtroopers. I want the Jedi girl, Jax. She is necessary."
"As you wish, My Lord."
The holographic transmission ended abruptly. The Shadow Guard still did not turn. He was silent for several minutes. The crew aboard the bridge knew not to speak, though. That would be stupid. Eventually, though, he spoke.
"We will go to Mygeeto. You will either capture them, or die trying. I want them alive, and preferably unharmed. They're all worth something to me. If you prove yourselves now, I won't be forced to replace you."
The bridge was silent. Eventually, he continued.
"How much longer?"
The captain nervously replied, "Two hours, sir..."
The Shadow Guard finally turned. "And why do we happen to be a full hour behind them?"
The Captain gulped. "Uh... Their engines are superior to ours- illegally modified, and they also left sooner."
The black-armored guard lifted his hand. The Captain would not fail him again. He made sure of that as blue electricity flooded out of his fingers in a great deluge of energy into the older man's body.