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Star Wars RP: A Galaxy At War Forum » Archives & Flashbacks » In Character » "The Hunt For Drasek Cale" (Chapter III Marauder Syndicate)
"The Hunt For Drasek Cale"
Vladimir_UlyanovDate: Wednesday, 01 Sep 2010, 9:32 PM | Message # 31
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Flash back a few moments. Sandalare would be able to mind trick the pilot of the gunship, but the moment the door swung open (note that it is a door and not a ramp, picture here) he would see that the pilot was not alone. Inside the gunship were fifteen armed troops. They seemed a bit surprised that the door had opened unexpectedly, and found it unusual that the co-pilot was swearing at the pilot for reasons they didn't know. But it took the troops no time at all to train all fifteen of their blaster rifles, set to stun, on the fugitives standing in the grate. "Drop your laser swords, Jedi!" one of them shouted across the distance from the cliff face, "And lose the piece, Mandalorian!" At about the same time, the clicking of safeties and stun switches could be heard behind them inside the sewer, as the SWAT team—thirty men strong and growing stronger—confronted them from behind in the narrow sewer, where the fugitives couldn't possibly kill them all without being shot at least a few times. There was no escape. "Come quietly," one of them said, "And you won't be killed." The whining of the VAAT's engine was soon accompanied by still another gunship that had come to reinforce the first. No doubt, more would be on the way.

In a way, it was good that the gunship would be much harder to capture than the fugitives had apparently thought. If they had commandeered it as they planned, they would no doubt have been mercilessly shot down over Murmamn City and killed in a fiery crash. They didn't want that. At least this way, if they surrendered now, they would live another day and, if they were lucky, Ulyanov would agree to talk to them. But if he did, it would not be because they told him so. Dictators are called dictators for a reason—they dictate their own terms, especially when they're the ones with the guns.


Comrade Chairman Vladimir Illych Yuri Ulynov

Chairman of the Central Committee of Peoples Commissars

Baltimn Labour Party

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The Baltimn Revolutionary Movement for Change, Hope, Prosperity, Economic Equality.
 
JintaJidanDate: Thursday, 02 Sep 2010, 1:03 PM | Message # 32
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Darth Sandalare notices that his plan to take over the gunship has not gone to his plan as fifteen troops have joined him within the middle of the area of the gunship and he looks to his apprentice and shakes his head and he gives up his light saber at the remark they still believe he is a Jedi he turns to his apprentice and places his hand on his shoulder as he too gives the trooper his two light saber’s as well and then he looks and notices that Marek has already giving up his light saber and his rifle and other weapons as they all remains within the middle of the gunship their weapons removed and shackles clipped to their hands now he realizes he is at the mercy of this Ulyanov character who is the main dictator of this whole blasted planet perhaps when he confronts this Ulyanov on his terms he will speak to him about Drasek Cale and then he will be on his way off this Planet of Baltimn hopefully with the information that he seeks and when the time is right he will ask to see the men he has harmed so that Marek may use his abilities to heal them the pain he has caused will no doubt spell disaster for whatever this dictator will place before him for all he knows they could still die but he hopes not they could all be deported if that happens he hopes back to Mand’alor at least he will be able to get a transport their.

Marco turns and steps over to his apprentice who seems like he hates everything about this situation he does as well he should have done this a different way but its over for now they have surrenders now they will just have to await their fate together but he wonders about Marek if he is taken into questioning what will this man tell the Baltimn government that is his biggest worry the next thing he worries about is where Garm is and why didn’t he come to their aid or even join them when they first arrived on Baltimn if all of this turns bad he will never get the information is he looking for of Drasek Cale this whole mission to find the whereabouts of the greatest criminal in the galaxy could be for not but first whenever they get the opportunity to meet the dictator the first thing he will do is clear their mind that they are dealing with the Jedi he belongs to the Sith the new age of the Sith Order and he isn’t looking to control the galaxy at least not right away first he needs the funds to do that and if he gets to Drasek Cale before anyone else people will have to take notice.

But now he must wait for however long the dictator will take to see them all he does not wish for his apprentice to do anything rash to wait and to be patient even if being patient allows himself to think of what he will say to this Ulyanov when he finally meets him face to face.

 
Rath-DeschainDate: Thursday, 02 Sep 2010, 1:15 PM | Message # 33
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Things were afoot on Baltimn. Very bad things. General Preston and his soldiers did not know about the Dark Jedi. They had been rather effectively cut off from the rest of Baltimn, surrounded by Ulyanov's troops. Starving them out of the base would take years though; such a place was well-stocked and prepared for a siege. Preston, however, had been working overtime on the final directive given to him by Ambassador Stomwell. A number of atomics, old but still effective, stored up for many years, were located within the base. Many decades back, atomics and nuclear weaponry had been dismantled and disposed of, but the prior heads of Baltimn had always seen fit to set some aside. They had come to rest in the base that Preston commanded. Out of sight, out of mind from any but the highest in the now-defunct government (many of whom were dead), Preston was one of the few remaining who knew of their existence. Preston and his most trusted men, that is.

Their plan was quite simple: they would use the atomics to eradicate Ulyanov's forces and supporters.


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TaizenSaiDate: Thursday, 02 Sep 2010, 1:17 PM | Message # 34
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Taizen looks up as they are met by many troopers with their guns drawn he can hear them buzzing all on stun and he might want to fight them all but he looks up to his amster who has given up his lightsaber to these men and he follows suit giving up his weapon which is his life and without his weapon he could still use the darkside to mimic things but he then notices his master placing his hands on each side of his shoulder and he doesnt say anything but he understands to do nothing as they have surrender and now await whatever is going to happen next but he cant believe these troops think he is a jedi it is so hilarious does he looked dressed for being a jedi he is wearing all black from his boots to his tunic and robes the only thing is that his arm sleeves are a tinge of maroon and now defensless he wonders what sort of plan his master has for them to get out of the mess he has caused them to be in,... in the first place.

 
MarcusMarekDate: Thursday, 02 Sep 2010, 1:32 PM | Message # 35
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Marcus looks around and notices they are way over their head hear comandeering a gunship is no easy task and he should have stayed int he sewer he would have been taken away from Sandalare but as it stands he removes his weapons and gives them up freely without force the thought of being stun with a Baltimn stun gun he has felt there wrath once before its not fun but he still has his armour on and all the gadgets that go with them but at the same time he doesnt have his weapons which is a bad thing and he really should have stayed on the surface as his hands are now clipped with dampening shackles within inhibits a dampening fields and now makes his gadgets inopperable but he can still somewhat use he looks around and sees many possibilities that he could do but he wonders the text message he sent to Garm he wonders if Garm recieved it and if so what will Garm do next. The other thing he has on his mind is the base that was about twenty miles away what if he is released he could possibly try to get in touch with this Preston fellow perhaps while he has been released he can make a deal of some kind with Preston to help him and he will in turn help him get rid of Vladimir Ulyanov.

"It seems you have a bounty on your head" "its lucky i found you" "its your lucky day" "Hands Up Jedi"
Marcus Marek
 
Vladimir_UlyanovDate: Friday, 03 Sep 2010, 8:15 PM | Message # 36
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As soon as the fugitives lowered their weapons, they would be pummelled with stun blasts again, and again, and again. The three of them would become lost in a blue white glow as dozens upon dozens of shots connected with their defenseless bodies. There was literally not enough air around them to dodge the sheer multiplicity of stun blasts that scorched at them. The two Sith would go down first, unconsciousness washing over them peacefully with a warm, white glow. The Mandalorian would take a few more shots, but thankfully Ulyanov's troops had more than just a few. Marcus Marek would be shot so many times, in fact, that hours later he would need to be treated for acute skeletal calcification. He would eventually recover, however, and would feel only mild stiffness in his joints for a few days afterward.

But Marek and Taizen Sai wouldn't even wake up for a few days. Once unconscious, they and Sandalare would be carried on stretchers through the sewers and into (separate) ambulances. They would then be thoroughly sedated while they were inspected for possible injury and moved, discreetly, through the streets of Murmamn City. But they—Marek and Sai—would continue to be sedated, and unconscious, while Ulyanov's people questioned the man they had surmised was their leader, the so called "Darth Sandalare." The Sith Lord would wake up in a room with no windows, with no idea what time it was or how many hours or days he had been out. His armor, lightsaber, and cape were gone, replaced with simple hospital garments. He would not be able to sense his still unconscious accomplices, who were being kept in undisclosed locations far away. Worst of all, he was still mildly sedated; just enough that he would be unable to concentrate enough to use the Force (although he would still be able to move and speak). A mighty Sith without the Force was a sad thing. Like a sad, defenseless puppy. But bald, with a breath mask.

It was then that the door opened and Vladimir Ulyanov stepped into the room, flanked by more of his guards who took up positions along the walls while Ulyanov himself sat down at the table opposite Sandalare. Ulyanov was dressed in an ornate uniform which begged the question of where he'd gotten it from, since he himself had never served in the military. His moustache looked even fuller in person than on the Labour Party posters Sandalare had seen on walls and windows throughout Murmamn City. Unlike the face on the posters, however, Ulyanov looked most definitely unhappy as he stared at Sandalare. "You, Sir, are detained by the authority of the Central Committee of People's Commissars for landing without proper clearance on the glorious People's Republic of Baltimn, trespassing on government property, stealing government property, destruction of government property, murder, and nonconformist antisocial dispatriotic behaviour."

"Also, Mr. Sandalare," he added, "I don't see people without an appointment." He grinned beneath his bushy moustache, then raised an eyebrow scornfully. "I assume you and your friends must have had a good reason for doing this? And if your reason is 'to assassinate that tyrant Ulyanov,' I'm growing rather tired of that one."


Comrade Chairman Vladimir Illych Yuri Ulynov

Chairman of the Central Committee of Peoples Commissars

Baltimn Labour Party

Also known as:

The Baltimn Revolutionary Movement for Change, Hope, Prosperity, Economic Equality.


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Garm_DralshyaDate: Tuesday, 07 Sep 2010, 12:55 PM | Message # 37
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Garm had abandoned his pursuit. He had waited inconspicuously outside the safehouse for some time, listening to the sound of shuffling feet and equipment inside the garage and considering sneaking upstairs while the occupants were apparently busy. Or calling the police and telling them that the Sith were inside. He smiled at that, but decided against it. Instead, under the guise of tying his shoe on the sidewalk, he made sure to get a good look at Abercrombie's truck, as well as its driver, as it pulled out. Once it was gone, he began walking toward the spaceport. Maybe he would find Isez back at the ship, he reasoned. On the way there, he passed a number of police cordons around the sewers and surmised what had happened—that Sandalare, his apprentice, and Marcus had taken refuge there. How long that would last, he couldn't know. He considered contacting Marcus on his comlink, but knew that it would compromise his brother's position. So he simply went back to the ship.

Isez still wasn't there, but Garm didn't blame him. He was probably lying low now that the police were searching for a Mandalorian, and so would Garm. He gathered his things from the ship and checked in at a local motel. That's where he had been in the days that had passed. In local pubs, he learned a lot about Baltimn's politics and, in particular, Drasek Cale. The Duke had been away from Baltimn when Ulyanov's revolution ousted his government, and he had never returned. Apparently this Ulyanov, like the rest of Baltimn, wanted to get his hands on Cale. Indeed, Baltimn had issued one of the bounties on the man's head. But that suggested to Garm that Ulyanov probably had no idea where the Duke was, nor, apparently, did anyone. Talking to Ulyanov probably wasn't going to get them any useful information, then. So Garm waited.

He was lying on top of the bed in his motel room, the afternoon sun shining in through the drawn curtains, when Marcus called on his comlink. Garm sat up immediately, his hand seizing his blaster carbine and pointing it squarely at the door. Then the comlink beeped again. He took a breath, set down the carbine and looked at Marcus's message. So, he was going to try to negotiate with Ulyanov. Well, that was good. Garm wasn't sure how he would pull it off, though. He felt bad for Marcus as he laid back on his bed once more, his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling—but there wasn't much he could do to help. Not with the whole planet hunting them down.

For now, he would wait. But not for much longer, since he was running out of spending money and he might still need some to buy a ride off Baltimn when the time came.


Garm Dralshy'a
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JintaJidanDate: Friday, 10 Sep 2010, 1:19 PM | Message # 38
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Marco shouldn’t have given up his weapon so easily and now he and his apprentice and Marek is paying for it by the amount of stun fire at his body he then has a dream but its more of a nightmare as he see through the force the dark side of it anyway of what is to come he then can feel the prick on his skin and then realizes he is being subdued with sedatives as he opens his eyes he notices that his armour is no longer on his body the only thing that is on him is his breathing apparatus that keeps him alive he then notices that he is being subdued with sedatives quite considerably it must be for when this Ulyanov comes to meet him and he closes his eyes for a timeThe time comes that he once again opens his eyes since he is being sedated it gives him the clear chance to heal his many blaster wounds he has on his body as they heal he opens his eyes to find himself in a small windowless room where he is strapped down on a plank of some kind from where he cannot move as his eyes clear from the blurriness and he notices the man in the posters is sitting right infront of him he can clearly understand what he is saying for at least that part of it he understands charges of what he is facing but he will only says a sentence worth telling

“I didn’t come here to assassinate you Vladimir”

“I work on my own I am not wishing to assassinate a very powerful Dictator”

“The reason I tried to get in without an appointment is quite simple”

Marco takes a breathe of what air he has as his suit would have provided the best quality of air to him it was simple this Dictator could have just gave him the sedatives while his suit was on all he really had to do was remove his arm protection but as it stands now he will just have to improvise

“I want to know all the Information you have on Drasek Cale and the Ebon Fist”

"as well as all the Information on his various Charges"

"but to make this fair"

"if my Syndicate catches him before anyone else"

"and before he turns himself in to the Jedi"

"you can keep $500,000 credits to pay for the damages i have caused"

"as long as i get $500,000 for his capture"

"and to your troopers deaths"

"Marek can heal them from death"

Marco looks around and notices his apprentice is no where to be seen he shifts his eyes around the room and theirs not much he can lift by using the dark side of the force and even if he could but he cant the sedation is screwing up the force he isn’t even able to lift up or even choke Ulyanov if he could they have really taken then steps to ensure that the man who is in front of him is quite safe that a good plan to keep the man in power safe from a Dark Lord of the Sith.

"what do you say about that Vladimir".

 
MarcusMarekDate: Friday, 10 Sep 2010, 2:54 PM | Message # 39
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He knew giving up his weapons was a mistake even for being on this mission with Sandalare was a mistake he should have listened to his Mand'alorian Brother now he finds hismelf in a room under heavy sedation he can open his eyes for a brief moment but he knows he is in a whole heap of trouble he can feel the force but its completely blurred masked by the concentration of whatever kind of sedation within his system is keeping him from being totally awake and whats worse whatever this sedation he has been getting from wherever he is he's not even awake and what he is seeing is within his mind he then realizes he is within an induced coma probably done so by the Baltimn Government to make sure that he wasnt able to get free he wonders how long he will be within this coma state only time will tell all he has now is his thoughts to be played through and through into his head.

"It seems you have a bounty on your head" "its lucky i found you" "its your lucky day" "Hands Up Jedi"
Marcus Marek
 
Vladimir_UlyanovDate: Saturday, 11 Sep 2010, 1:09 PM | Message # 40
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"I was going to ask you about Drasek Cale," Ulyanov said, his eyes narrowed. "You're a Jedi, or former Jedi, or whatever you are. Drasek Cale is a former Jedi too, you know. I assumed you must be friends of his, conspiring with him or with the Generals to bring down my government. But," he added, raising his hand to preempt Sandalare, "you say you're some sort of bounty hunter?" The possibility of using a Jedi to capture another Jedi, Cale, was tempting to Ulyanov. Tempting enough, anyway, that he was willing to hear him out. "Very well," he said, then shrugged, "But I know nothing about Ebony Fist, whatever that is." He was telling the truth, too—the connection between Cale and the Ebon Fist mercenaries was a closely guarded secret. Very few individuals had found out about it, and Ulyanov wasn't one of them. Also, the Ebon Fist had never been to Baltimn, so there was no reason why Ulyanov should know who they were even by reputation. This was the first time he'd heard the name "Ebon Fist," and he probably wouldn't remember it after he left this room.

"As for Cale," he shrugged again, "It's your job to find him, bounty hunter, not mine. If I knew where he was, I wouldn't hire you. All we know is that he told his people he was going shopping for antiques, or some such, and he left the planet before the revolution. He hasn't returned here since, wisely. As for the charges against him, surely you know. He's responsible for the Murmamn City Massacre. The automated lasers on his estate killed 25 men, women and children who had gone to his estate to peacefully protest his corrupt, capitalist rule. I can tell you all of their names, Mr. Sandalare. I will never forget them. But it's Drasek Cale who must be made to remember them, not me. He is responsible for their deaths, and he must be returned to Baltimn to face justice."

"I assume you've seen the holo of him?" he asked, then explained when Sandalare didn't seem to know what he was referring to. "A holo surfaced some time ago which appeared to show Drasek Cale, captured, being beaten and mutilated. But I do not believe the video is real, and neither does the Republic. He's still out there somewhere, Mr. Sandalare, trying to escape justice, living in luxury off the money of my people that he stole from my world. If there is any justice in this galaxy, he must be returned here. Once you've done that, then we can discuss a deal." He waved his hand dismissively as he went on, "As for the damage you've caused, it will be taken care of quietly. I don't want my people to know about you and your friends. I don't want panic on Baltimn. That's why I'm not putting you on trial, Mr. Sandalare. I'm deporting you instead, and I never want you to come back here unless you have Drasek Cale with you in shackles."

"What do you say about that?"


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JintaJidanDate: Wednesday, 15 Sep 2010, 5:35 PM | Message # 41
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Marco stares at Vladimir and then tries to concentrates on his lips as the sedatives they are giving him are slowly working as his body is slowly using the sedatives as a way to heal his many wounds that are all over his body that is the good sign of it the bad sign of these drugs he is unable to hears what Ulyanov is talking about but just the jist of it he looks down at the straps and notices he could get out if he concentrates enough but he then slips in and out of consciouness then opens his eyes as the drugs are somehow being pumped into his system stronger but for what purpose he understands he and his group are being deported and he watches the death video of Drasek Cale but he slips in and out of consciouness again then shakes his head.

"but i was a Jedi long after Drasek Cale left the order to do what he did here on Baltimn"

"i am no more a Jedi that part of my life gone it is"

"and since you are putting what i have done under wraps and Deporting me"

"all i ask is that before you deport me"

"i will want my armour back as even though your sedation is slightly working"

"my armour provides not only a slight protection"

"but its like a hospital all in one"

"it supports me and keeps me quite alive"

"without the armour i would most certainly die within four to five days"

Marco then looks down at the ground and then back up he is almost completely healed the sedation and whatever other drugs he has been pumped in with has given him the time to concentrate to heal himself when he has his armour back upon his body he will be at that point completely healed as if the battle he was in never happened but in his mind it has it will remain within his mind for a very long time.

"id also would request that for the deportation to be back to Mand'alor"

"or better yet...."

"you give me a shuttle to replace the one you destroyed"

"i had that shuttle for 20 yrs"

Marco then turns and looks around and notices his aprentice is no where to be seen and he is starting to wonder when he will be getting his armour back and removed from this second hand live machine at least they took the steps to keep him somewhat alive but was the drugs really nessacary maybe it was to make sure he wasnt able to use the dark side of the force as his allie this dictator is a smart man smart like him and he wonders at what point will he be released.

 
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