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A Different Kind of Darkness
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| Inquisitor_Animus | Date: Tuesday, 24 Jul 2012, 6:15 PM | Message # 1 |
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| There was an image o Deschain dumping the Inquisitor onto the floor in front of the mighty Emperor. Animus sensing a great deal of tightness closing onto him. It was the emperor cutting the Force off from the banished Inquisitorus. All of sudden, the image of Palpatine, Deschain, and Animus just seemed smaller and smaller. They would disappear, and came the Imperial Palace on the Imperial Center and many of its stormtroper protections. The Imperial Palace would shrunk and hundreds and hundreds of TIE fighters and star destroyers that would protect the Imperial Center vaporized, along with the Imperial Center shrinking. Whizzing past moons Centax 1-3 and Hesperidium, the star travel would continue to get outside the Coruscant System. Thousands and thousands of stars would begin to blur as this entity travels along. Speed of travel seems to slow down when there was a feeling of getting closer to something in particular. Eventually, the entity whizzed past a large and bright sun. The speed would continue to slow down until it came to a stop.
There was a Venator star destroyer in the orbit above Jabiim, wearing the Republic insignia, leaving the orbit and entered into hyperspace. The entity would sense anger within itself. All of sudden, the entity would travel among the stars at such a high speed. While traveling, holographic-like images would appear on both sides. Emperor Palpatine. Inquisitor Deschain. Master Kane. His former Master. All those people who would become his enemy had been taunting him. The anger began rising and rising, until the image of Mira would shows up last. In that vision, she would get killed. that had jumped him over the edge. For the last time, Mira would disapeared and thousands of stars came blurring into the entity's sight. It continues to do so until it had reached an unconscious sentient being.
It was a person formerly known both as Trevor Fenn and Inquisitor Animus. What would he call himself now? He does not know, and would not decide until something happens. All of sudden, he remembered all the pain he had endured throughout his body. All the cuts from the old Jedi and Deschain had also beatened him quite a bit. The Purifiers stunned him as well. Palpatine cut the Force off of him, so that must have taken a lot out of him. The pain would be accelerated physically. It was the heat. That was the moment he realized he was on a desert, on Ch'hodos, to be specific. The former Inquisitorus groaned sharply as he used his lone arm to get himself up. His throat was dry. The man would attempt to reach out the Force to sense the surroundings. He would let out another loud groan. It was a groan of dissatisfaction. He had lost his connection to the Force. He had been stripped of the Force, and the darksider was worried it would go on forever.
The "naked" man would plop both knees to the sand, his shoulders slouching and his eyes locked on the sand. He had never felt so alone in his entire life, and Mira was not there for him. That was his fault, and he blamed himself for it. Was he truly alone or is there someone else on the planet? He does not use the Force, so he cannot sense.
~Inquisitor Animus
Servant to Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine
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| Dimitri-Maximov | Date: Thursday, 26 Jul 2012, 4:25 AM | Message # 2 |
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| There was always life on every planet, whether it be small, microscopic, or larger than human. Trevor, however, would be in luck in this case. The desert was flat, and the heat of the day did cause much distortion, but nonetheless, there was a distant figure that was steadily making its way towards his position. If Trevor did not move, the figure would not alter its path towards his location. As it grew close enough to resolve into the form of a man in a cloak, it was entirely possible that Trevor might well believe it to be an Inquisitor, but the gray cloak he wore might also throw that idea off.
Eventually, the figure came up fully to the naked man. Two lightsabers hung at the man's belt, and a GRS-1 snare rifle hung from his shoulder by a strap. "Glad I found you," the man said no noncommittally. "It took some work to track you down, you know. I don't believe the Empire intended you to be dropped off here and actually live."
Dimitri Maximov
Assassin
GenoHaradan agent
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| Inquisitor_Animus | Date: Thursday, 26 Jul 2012, 8:11 AM | Message # 3 |
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| The former Inquisitor couldn't feel the Force at all, but that didn't stop him from looking through the blurring effects of the heat. There was someone coming. Was it Agent Deschain sent by the Emperor himself to finish this exile off? The man would remain alert, not that he could do anything without the Force and a lightsaber anyway. The closer this shadowy figure got to him, the more he thought it wasn't an Inquisitor being sent to kill him. It was someone entirely different. The color of the cloak was gray.
The exile would let out a sharp but light sigh. Maximov would be able to notice he had his mechanical arm cut off, old blood and cuts everywhere all over himself. He would also be able to notice he didn't have a lightsaber. Obviously, this man was either a Force User killer or he was one himself. The exile would clearly notice the lightsabers and the sniper rifle. A voice of a broken man would be heard, "I didn't think they'd let me go alive neither. Maybe they felt exile is a worse punishment." He looked into Maximov's eyes, studying the man for a moment before speaking once more. "Tell me, have you come here to kill me?"
~Inquisitor Animus
Servant to Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine
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| Dimitri-Maximov | Date: Thursday, 26 Jul 2012, 9:14 AM | Message # 4 |
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| Maximov considered the man before him. He'd seen the face before, on Coruscant. There, the man before him had wielded a red lightsaber while chasing down a fleeing Jedi. Maximov had used the same snare rifle he now carried to incapacitate the Inquisitor and let the Jedi escape. This, now, was the balance for that action. "If I were here to kill you, then we would not be having this conversation." The man was weak, injured. He would have to become strong again.
"Come. My ships are a few kilometers back the way I came. There is clothing you can use there... and some food and water. There is little I can do for your missing appendage though... yet perhaps... perhaps something can be built."
Dimitri Maximov
Assassin
GenoHaradan agent
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| Inquisitor_Animus | Date: Friday, 27 Jul 2012, 9:18 AM | Message # 5 |
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| The exile wasn't sure whether to trust this man. The seemingly bounty hunter had invited him without stating his own name. Whatever Animus or Trevor is, he wasn't going to say his name neither. Partly because he felt his identity was lost. Partly because he wasn't sure whether to trust the man in grey cloak. Nevertheless, there weren't that many options on Ch'horizon. At least that's how he looks at it.
"Alright, but only because you're my only ride off this dump." He would look at Maximov, "I need another mechanical arm. Do you indeedw where I can get one?" It was a simple question. He needed both arms before he can relearn everything.
~Inquisitor Animus
Servant to Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine
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| Dimitri-Maximov | Date: Friday, 27 Jul 2012, 3:03 PM | Message # 6 |
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| Maximov gave an amused snort of laughter. "A cybernetic arm replacement? I'm sure there's some backwater world with a backwater surgeon who can set you up with something functional. It probably won't have skin and I doubt it will work as well as your old arm, but it's a start." Some might think it strange that Maximov would not offer Trevor his cloak, but Maximov was about keeping the balance, not maximizing the man's comfort. He'd once tripped up this man after all; Maximov never forgot a face, but now no Force signature emanated from the man. He'd been cut off, somehow. Maximov had heard of the technique happening, but he had no clue how to fix it.
"There are some clothes on board my vessel that may fit you. My name is... my name is Harold Pfiefer." It was the same name he'd used when he'd brought in the Jedi to the High Inquisitor.
Dimitri Maximov
Assassin
GenoHaradan agent
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| Inquisitor_Animus | Date: Friday, 27 Jul 2012, 4:16 PM | Message # 7 |
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| "Actually, this isn't the first time I lost an arm. The one I recently lost was a good cybernetic arm but I doubt I'll be able to find one as good as that one." The exile spoke with a firm tone, as if making a point for whatever reason. "If you don't mind, let's go to the nearest world where I can find a street doctor." He would walk past the man that had finally mentioned his name, Harold Pfiefer. He took extreme discomfort at the fact he cannot sense whether the man was Force sensitive. The exile shook his head lightly, "Just call me Exile for now." The man made it obvious he doesn't want Harold to know his name, but not because of the reason his companion might think.
~Inquisitor Animus
Servant to Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine
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| Dimitri-Maximov | Date: Friday, 27 Jul 2012, 4:18 PM | Message # 8 |
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| That name alone told Maximov volumes about his new companion. An Inquisitor. Cut off from the Force. The name 'Exile.' Obviously he'd had a run of bad luck, as evidenced by the missing arm and nudity. "We'll go to Nar Shaddaa. You'll be able to blend in there, more than anything. You look enough like the down-and-out hopeless folks. It shouldn't be too much of an issue."
As they walked, the shape of a Firespray patrol vessel would begin to resolve in the distance, sitting there like a welcome oasis for the weary traveler.
Dimitri Maximov
Assassin
GenoHaradan agent
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| Inquisitor_Animus | Date: Saturday, 28 Jul 2012, 7:08 AM | Message # 9 |
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| All the former Inquisitor would do is nod his head, continuing to walk for Harold's ship. The man would spot a Firespray in sight. "What a nice ship you have there. I thought about buying one a while back. It's hard to find one like that." He would utter those words meaninglessly as if he was just trying to make conversation. He would return to the topic at hand. "Nar Shaddaa is as good place to start as any."
~Inquisitor Animus
Servant to Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine
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| Dimitri-Maximov | Date: Saturday, 28 Jul 2012, 7:23 AM | Message # 10 |
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| The sound of a ship far overhead might draw Trevor's eyes, though Maximov did not look up. For a moment, the sleek shape of a VT-49 Decimator, a markedly Imperial vessel, crossed their view before continuing on. "The Fist of the Suns suits its purpose, Exile. I cannot complain, and she has a few modifications that allow me to do what it is I do." Without breaking stride, he tapped a console on his arm and the ramp began to lower, allowing them entrance and refuge from the heat.
"Make yourself at home, but do not mess about the workbenches or the consoles in the hold." As Maximov moved towards the ladder to take him to the cockpit, Trevor would be able to look around. The ship held a veritable arsenal, but also items that would aid in lightsaber construction.
Dimitri Maximov
Assassin
GenoHaradan agent
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| Inquisitor_Animus | Date: Saturday, 28 Jul 2012, 5:47 PM | Message # 11 |
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| The exile would follow Harold into the ship, looking around and liked what he had seen. It may not be the best ship ever, but Harold was right. The ship does seem to serve what his new companion does. He would break off from Harold once the tour of the ship was over. "Uh...do you have something for me to eat?" He would ask, not having eaten for a few days now. The recent events had kept him away from food.
Trevor was hungry, but he didn't want to show that he was. "Oh, I'm going to need some clothes too."
~Inquisitor Animus
Servant to Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine
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| Dimitri-Maximov | Date: Sunday, 29 Jul 2012, 11:58 AM | Message # 12 |
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| There was no real 'tour,' per se. Maximov had no need to show Trevor what everything in his vessel did, nor was he like to show the man such. There was a balance to maintain and that was what Maximov was doing here. Beyond that, even Maximov could only guess what would happen and it might well be that on some distant day in the future, he would have this man who called himself Exile within his weapon sights once more. The existence Maximov led was solitary; a lonely path with no friends and no real people to trust, but it suited the GenoHaradan assassin just fine.
"There are preserved foods within one of the storage crate next to the weapon locker. If it's clothing you want, there should be spare uniforms within the crate to the left of the food." Maximov kept his vessel with a rather spartan care; there was next to nothing in the way of decor; the man was functional to a fault. The weapon locker was, of course, quite locked with a biometric scanner and a keypad. By the time Trevor found food and clothing that fit, Maximov would be well on his way out of the planet's atmosphere.
Dimitri Maximov
Assassin
GenoHaradan agent
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| Inquisitor_Animus | Date: Sunday, 29 Jul 2012, 4:10 PM | Message # 13 |
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| Trevor nodded and turned around to head for the crates Harold had described. He would go for the crate that had a spare uniform inside. Trevor couldn't care about what he was wearing at the moment. It wasn't like he had a choice anyway. The man would find a private room to change before heading back to grab some food, he wasn't accustomed to changing with one arm. It would take him a good ten minutes to finish. They may not have the best taste, but at this point, he was so hungry he didn't care. As of his Inquisitor attire, he would decide to burn it once the ship had reached Nar Shaddaa.
After eating some food, he would head back to the cockpit to check on stuffs. "Nar Shaddaa, you say?"
~Inquisitor Animus
Servant to Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine
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| Dimitri-Maximov | Date: Tuesday, 07 Aug 2012, 5:22 PM | Message # 14 |
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| "Nar Shaddaa," Maximov agreed. "It's a place where... well, someone like you can disappear and reappear as someone else. For starters, your name will have to go. 'Exile' is simply too obvious and I'm sure that certain enforcement agencies have your face. We can find a doctor to change that, too. All in all, my new companion, it seems we must remake you in a new image.
"Were I you," Maximov suggested, "I would forget your old life. It is over now. Become the man you wish to be."
Dimitri Maximov
Assassin
GenoHaradan agent
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| Inquisitor_Animus | Date: Tuesday, 07 Aug 2012, 5:44 PM | Message # 15 |
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| He raised his eyebrows, "I don't know about the face replacement, but I'm thinking getting a new name would serve me well from this point on. I probably haven't found a path yet, all I know is I need to get away from the Empire for a while." Harold was certainly right. Nar Shaddaa serves well as a refuge. If you want to disappear, that's the place to go. "The question is, what name do I want to use?"
~Inquisitor Animus
Servant to Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine
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