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The Fever of the Underlevels (OPEN RP)
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| Kenas Annig | Date: Monday, 03 Jan 2011, 9:26 PM | Message # 46 |
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| Nefari has displayed incredible speed, enough to dodge most of the stun blasts and avoid being completely knocked out. However, it wasn't enough to keep from being grazed by a some of the blue rings that came at her so suddenly. The affected area was her left shoulder. The pain was slight since the attack was meant to completely neutralize the target. The effects on the arm would quickly result in complete numbness. Kenas sensed she was damaged, but immediately detected an attack on him. The snap-hiss of the Nefari's lightsaber was unmistakable. Her throwing arm was not hit at all by the stun blast. Rather than think, he simply acted. Kenas evaded by sidestepping right with Force aided speed. As he dodged, he waved his left hand at the red blade threatening him. The lightsaber went off its trajectory by a few degrees. Coupled with his swiftness, it was enough to clear his body entirely. The lightsaber struck the wall behind him with a display of pale red sparks. The hilt protruded from the wall, sizzling as it cut slowly towards the floor. I should destroy it, he thought. He took several steps across the open doors of the turbolift. He suspected now that she was thoroughly armed and would stop at nothing it seemed to kill him. This reaffirmed the position to finish her quickly. Kenas trained the blaster on her again. He held the trigger delicately, watching her every movement with his penetrative, dark eyes. Before she could initiate another attack, he'd pull the trigger and leave her here for the Stormtroopers. Her lightsaber hissed as it left a streak of super-heated metal. He thought about the weapon again and how it could still be used against him. With that final thought, Kenas fired another stun blast at her center mass. The ring should be able cover the majority of her body, leaving her little room to move inside the turbolift. As he fired, a small indicator light on the blaster began to blink, indicating the charge was low. It could afford one more stun blast, maybe two if he did not intend to let it recharge at all.
Good judgement comes from bad experience, a lot of that comes from bad judgement.
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| Nefari | Date: Tuesday, 04 Jan 2011, 1:01 AM | Message # 47 |
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| Nefari, having grown used to the incoming stun fire by now, simply side-stepped the next ring of energy which came her way, ducking out of sight where the lift controls were located. It gave her time to try and shake some life back into her dead arm, but to no avail; she hadn't even noticed the grazing hit until now, but the effects of the near-miss were unmistakeable, and costly. She'd have to do better than this. Simultaneously stepping out and reaching for her lightsaber with the Force, she burst into the corridor beyond, as the blade freed itself from the wall and arced back toward Kenas, aiming to take his head off at the neck. However, as the blade started moving, Nefari let out a scream of frustration, as yet another stun blast came at her; it threw off her concentration, and rather than slicing at Kenas's neck, the blade instead passed over his shoulder; whether or not it cut into his flesh, she didn't see, for as the hilt slapped into her palm, the stun blast hit her dead-centre, illuminating her form briefly, before dropping her to the floor beside the bleeding corpse of the man she'd murdered earlier. Her last thoughts as she went down were of revenge for this humiliating failure.
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| Dimitri-Maximov | Date: Tuesday, 04 Jan 2011, 2:03 AM | Message # 48 |
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| Maximov felt a brief flash of satisfaction as his well-aimed shot struck home. The thud of the Inquisitor's body dropping quite suddenly and uncomfortably to the hard roof was mirrored by the sharper clattering of the lightsaber as it fell from the man's hand, safety kicking on and causing the blade to vanish. The shockstun ha done its work: the darksider would not be harming anyone for a while. Backtracking was now in order. Maximov had sensed a number of Force alterations from where he'd came. Could the Inquisitor have had a partner? Possible. If so, Maximov might well have to disable another man and vanish again. Loping easily along the rooftops, he made his way back towards where he'd first spotted the Inquisitor and the man's prey.
Dimitri Maximov
Assassin
GenoHaradan agent
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| greenblade | Date: Tuesday, 04 Jan 2011, 7:37 AM | Message # 49 |
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| Something alerted him that he was no longer under pursuit. He didn't hear anyone that he passed by screaming about a man with a lightsaber, hurtling ter rihrough the thoroughfares of the underlevels, chasing him. He considered ditching the blaster rifle, it was a pretty distinctive piece after all. Having left his lightsaber on another world however, he decided he'd keep it. So Tes'sdra dissappeared again into the underlevels.
Tes'dra Nintra
"A coward dies a thousand deaths, a hero dies but once."
"Courage is the mastery of fear."
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| RonsardEntrente | Date: Tuesday, 04 Jan 2011, 5:41 PM | Message # 50 |
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| He heard what sounded like the ceiling caving in from a structural failure - the lightsaber flying into the wall - and then a strangled, cut-off scream. His first impulse was to run back down the stairs on the other side of the apartment and give up this dangerous mission, but he knew he would have to figure out if there was any connection between his tardy contact and this battle in the turbolift corridor. After composing himself again into the form of a drunken fool, he swerved around the corner again and came into full view behind Kenas, about 20 meters from the turbolift. He waited for Kenas to notice him before moving any closer.
Ronsard Entrente Senator of Commenor
Ranking Member, Commerce Committee
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| Kenas Annig | Date: Wednesday, 05 Jan 2011, 10:42 AM | Message # 51 |
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| His attention had never left the lightsaber. Kenas instinctively avoided the slash of the possessed blade. Once his stun blast found Nefari, he was more than pleased to find it knocked off target. He stood up unharmed from the attack. Her lightsaber returned to its master, whom was utterly unconscious. Kenas levitated the assassin's lightsaber from her palm. It drifted closer for a better inspection when the civilian appeared. Immediately, the de-activated lightsaber hilt fell into his hand and disappeared into his coat. He would use her weapon for spare parts, improving his own lightsaber from it. The charge on the S-5 heavy blaster was finished. It wouldn't fire another stun blast or a regular blaster bolt without exploding in his hands. The indicator light blinked red, clearly visible to Ronsard. Kenas promptly holstered the blaster. The witness approached slowly, appearing completely unaware of the situation. This one would probably be interrogated. Probably to say very little therefore. "This one is dangerous," he said, gesturing to Nefari at his feet. "Killed my friend." Alhan's corpse was where it was left. The dead man stared at nothing, also at Kenas's feet. He had been their mutual contact, arranging their rendezvous. He had been a friend of Kenas's since before the war. Alhan's line of work made him very familiar to many different politicians before his exile. His allies were now even fewer. With the threat neutralized and enemy reinforcements on the way, Kenas thought about his next move. Time to find the man whom would get him off-world. He didn't know how much the Empire knew about this arrangement or if the entire thing had been a set-up from the beginning. Regardless, he couldn't send any messages to Ronsard at the present time at risk of being tracked. Kenas turned to Alhan and knelt down over his body. He briefly said his final farewells to his old friend, one of his last connections to the Old Republic left on Imperial Center. After closing Alhan's eyes, Kenas was standing and about to ma ke his escape.
Good judgement comes from bad experience, a lot of that comes from bad judgement.
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| Deece | Date: Thursday, 06 Jan 2011, 2:43 PM | Message # 52 |
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| And none too soon. Back at the scene of Tesdra's confrontation with Animus and the stormtroopers, a pair of RTTs had set down and the stormtroopers of the 1,001st brigade had disembarked and promptly cordoned the area. Even the Coruscant Security Forces were held back, this being an Imperial matter. Hangars had not, in fact, been closed, and nor had ships been grounded as this would have resulted in an economic catastrophe—and possibly a humanitarian one, considering the volume of food that was imported to Imperial Center. Thus, with the Inquisitor (or "Imperial Intelligence operative," according to what Deece was permitted to know about the top secret Inquisitors) reported shot, it seemed that Tesdra had escaped. For now. His likeness was on camera, however, and it would be a matter of time before he was identified and found. In the meantime, the task of containment and clean up fell to the 1,001st, at least until someone from Imperial Intelligence showed up, as Deece supposed would be soon. Deece stood beside Agent Naeva, nodding attentively as he listened to her recount the events that had happened. His squad's sergeant, Hitch, had taken the Inquisitor's squad of stormtroopers with him to question witnesses from room to room in the surrounding buildings, clubs, etc., leaving Deece momentarily in command of the Rapiers on the scene. "What about you, ma'am?" he asked Mira in that familiar, clone accent, "Are you all right?" It was at that moment, however, that the sound of another RTT approaching commanded Deece's attention. He glanced up as the troop transport returned from its mission to recover the Inquisitor's body from the roof nearby. "Pardon me, ma'am," Deece said to Mira, then took a few steps to where the RTT was setting down. Gundark would have a report about the Inquisitor and, hopefully, about the sniper that shot him. In the meantime, Deece tried not to think about the disaster that this Inquisitor's operation had been, although he wouldn't dare say so in Agent Naeva's presence.
Corporal TS-111 ("Deece")
"Rapier Squad," 1,001st Armored Infantry Brigade
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| Gundark | Date: Thursday, 06 Jan 2011, 3:41 PM | Message # 53 |
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| To say it had been an eventful day down in the Underlevels would have been a colossal understatement; the amount of property damage had surprised even him, and this was a clone who'd caused more than his share of property damage in the war. What with reports of Jedi, unidentified assassins and an unconscious Inquisitor; when Gundark arrived on the scene he'd only managed to sum up his feelings on the matter with his favorite word: "... Shit..." The Inquisitor, bumbling though he might seem, was still to be respected; though, like Deece, to Gundark the man was naught but an Intelligence Operative who had gotten himself in too deep. Leave it to the cloak and dagger types to cause a fuss, he supposed, but it wasn't his job to question Intelligence. At current Mr. Animus was slung lazily over the clone's shoulder, Gundark managed a grunt as he shifted the weight a bit to allow him to step off the RTT and snap Corporal Deece a quick salute with his free hand. Tradition was tradition, after all, even though he and Deece got along as well as anyone could, they were tank-brothers after all. Though his friend couldn't see it, Gundark's smile spread from ear-to-ear underneath his helmet. "Hey Deece; look at this limp shit I found back there, lying in a puddle." With another grunt, the clone managed to slide Animus gently off his shoulder (or rather, gently for a clone, which most would consider a tad rough) and into a sitting position against the transport. "Bantha-head had himself a nice little dirt nap after taking a stun bolt to the back." Chuckling at the thought; he turned back to his tank-brother and offered an apologetic shrug. "Couldn't glean much in regards to the shooter, half the 'witnesses' I've interviewed turned up to be nothing but fraggin' junkies." Shifting uncomfortably in his armor, it took him several moments to register the presence of the lovely female agent standing a few feet behind Deece; and immediately Gundark cursed letting his infamously-foul mouth run wild. "Ma'am," he managed between gritted teeth before turning back to the superior officer. "I smell a-" he cast another glance in Mira's direction, "-a... uh... crock of... stuff." How eloquent, you juma-head.
Private First Class VK-117 ("Gundark")
"Rapier Squad," 1,001st Armored Brigade
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| RonsardEntrente | Date: Thursday, 06 Jan 2011, 8:53 PM | Message # 54 |
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| He approached Kenas, singing out-of-tune an old Corellian tavern song and bouncing off the stained corridor walls. Even if Kenan knew what he looked like from holovids of the Senate deliberations, he would be recognizable now. He wore a three day old beard and his thick, dark brown hair was disheveled and greasy from lack of washing. He stopped right behind Kenas, staring at him with bleary, watery eyes. He stopped singing as well, then blurted in a slurred loud mumble, "I got some death sticks down in my den if you wanna come over and check 'em out." It was the perfect code phrase that Kenas needed to hear to know he was Senator Ronsard Entrente in disguise. In addition, there was an intelligent gleam in his eyes that gave away his true state of mind. Kenas would be able to pick this up quite handily with his force powers.
Ronsard Entrente Senator of Commenor
Ranking Member, Commerce Committee
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| Kenas Annig | Date: Friday, 07 Jan 2011, 5:21 PM | Message # 55 |
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| Before Kenas could make his getaway, the drunkard had accosted him again. He paid close attention to the strange man, recognized cues Alhan told him to look for. The contact had found him. "That sounds good," Kenas said. He smiled in relief and bowed graciously to the Senator. "We should leave at once." At their feet were the Alhan and his murderer, Nefari. Kenas had thought he had seen a stormtrooper where the Inquisitor had been. They would soon flood the entire area. He withdrew from his raincoat the assassin's lightsaber. Better for her to be found with this if she isn't an Imperial. If she is... As he tossed the lightsaber down to her body, the weapon suspended in mid-air and spun. Near the emitter, the metallic shaft twisted before falling onto Nefari's bosom. The damaged lightsaber was still very recognizable. The turbolift beside them could take them to another sub-level. Not a moment to lose. He beckoned Ronsard to follow him into the lift. Once he too was on board, they could be underway.
Good judgement comes from bad experience, a lot of that comes from bad judgement.
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Saturday, 08 Jan 2011, 3:07 PM | Message # 56 |
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| Deschain had been preparing to leave Imperial Center. Inquisitor Animus had expressed interest in coming with him to track down the apostate and his Jedi friends. It came then as something of a surprise when word arrived that Animus had been incapacitated in the Underlevels, apparently in pursuit of a Jedi. With a rather vexed sigh, Deschain wrote a brief set of orders and handed them to his current adjutant, a Lieutenant Dorson within the Purifiers. "Take this to Animus. It should get you enough authority to go wherever he is being held." With a crisp salute, Dorson accepted the message and headed off to access a speeder.
Rath Deschain
High Inquisitor
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| RonsardEntrente | Date: Sunday, 09 Jan 2011, 5:21 PM | Message # 57 |
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| He smiled at Kenas as if he were satisfied with a good night of drinking, following him into the turbolift. He gave a cursory glance at the assassin and froze in the lift as he looked upon Alhan's body. Although he himself did not know Alhan personally, he was a family friend of his father's and had been a close political ally during the Valorum administration. "It can't be.." he turned sharply away from the body of their mutual contact, reaching under his tattered and dirty leather coat to send out a heavily encrypted signal to his driver that he had made contact with his quarry. He looked across the turbolift at Kenas. "What happened?.." he asked grimly. A pained expression overtook the fake drunken visage in his face and eyes. With the two dead bodies, he was soberly aware of the gravity of the plot he was intimately wrapped around.
Ronsard Entrente Senator of Commenor
Ranking Member, Commerce Committee
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| Nefari | Date: Thursday, 13 Jan 2011, 9:53 AM | Message # 58 |
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| After some time had passed, Nefari stirred. Her vision was blurred, and she felt nauseous and groggy. She wondered how much she'd drank to get into this state, then remembered that she never drank enough to sufficiently dull the senses. And then the brief fight returned to her in a flash.
Pushing herself upright, she picked up her lightsaber and squinted at it; it was somehow twisted beyond working order, at least superficially. She'd perform a proper examination when she wasn't recovering from a stun blast. A glance at her chrono told her that little time had passed; indeed, the building still hadn't been overrun by Stormtroopers, which was lucky for her really. While working for an Imperial agent on this particular contract, her presence here was strictly off-record. Had she been caught, she may have been able to get herself out of the sticky situation, but it would be bothersome. Standing and testing her balance, she glanced around the now-empty corridor, then made as hasty a retreat as her legs were capable of. ((OOC: Sorry if I posted out of order, but I want to free up this character and exit the thread))
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