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| Havoc | Date: Sunday, 22 Nov 2009, 6:55 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Havoc continued to ponder on Njon the Hutt. He had expected the bar fight and what not, but didn't expect the Hutt to actually be so nice. For some reason, flight control had not been tracking the X-wing fighter since they departed Nar Shaddaa... probably with some thanks to Njon for that. "So my gut feeling was right..." Havoc muttered as he was in a gaze. He had been falling in and out of sleep the whole trip while his trust droid companion kept watch of scanners and what not. GP spent his time counting the money that was provided to him by Njon, and the droid was estatic at the amount that sat on his lap. "We have enough here to..." The droid was cut off. "I'm aware GP, however at our destination, we may not need the money... but who knows." The beeping noise that they were ready to come out of hyperspace began to ran and Havoc became fully aware now as he gripped the flight yoke and and prepared to pull the fighter from hyperspace. "3...2...1... Tango Echo." Muttered the Jedi as he brought the fighter out of hyperspace. In front of him and GP laid Idmaar... the forever resting place of the Wolfenstein, which remnants of the once occupied Star Destroyer could be seen in orbit. As the fighter got closer, Havoc would explore the ruins of the ship, being sure to avoid debris and what not. "So this is it..." GP said, stareing at it. Havoc nodded as he flew past the name that was placed under the turbolasers on both sides of the ship. They both could see parts starting to fall into the planet's orbit and begining to burn. It was of no surprise why no one would savage this... there was hardly anything left. "So why are we here?" GP questioned as Havoc aimed the fighter towards the planet. "Recruitment of disgruntled Imperials." As the fighter entered Idmaar, the fog was thick but not as bad as degobah. Eventually it cleared up to where Havoc could see. GP begun to check the scanners. "The scanners indicate a somewhat modest structure up ahead." GP mentioned as Havoc brought the fighter lower. "Keep an eye out for any patrols... The Wolfenstein may be dead in orbit, but that doesn't mean that it;s enhabitants aren't down here." GP nodded and continued to scan as they both got closer towards the facility. Once it came in range, Havoc would fly right over it a few times. "Looks like a depot" The X-wing's landing gears came down as Havoc slowed the speed of the fighter, coming to a small clearing a few feet away from the depot. He brought the fighter down in a professional fasion and was quick to power everything down, but some good that would of done. If there was anyone in the depot, they would be on alert so the Jedi and his droid have to hurry. As they landed the viewport would come up as Havoc and GP unclipped themselves and would exit the fighter. GP grabbing his blaster rifle, Havoc lept over him and ran down the nose and somersaulted off it and onto the ground. GP followed suit except not being able to do any type of flips or such, for the droid would hurt himself. As soon as the droid landed on the ground, both he and Havoc would run through the woods. Using his reflexes as he ran, he would push aside branches and jump over any holes that resided in the forest. GP would keep Havoc in sight and follow his suit. As they got to the forest line, Havoc stopped and went to a knee. GP just stood behind him. "I can;t feel anyone... your scanners picking up anyone?" Havoc questioned, as his gazed was focused on the depot itself. GP would glance around the depot before looking down at Havoc. "Nothing." The Jedi would then turn to his droid and smirk. "Our lucky day." He took off in a full sprint towards the depot with GP following behind. Now the droid couldn't keep up at nearly the 1/3 speed of Havoc's force run, but he did well in human speed. As they came to the side of the depot, the lightsaber would find it's way into Havoc's hand as he would activate it and burn a hole in the weak door. It took a few moments for Havoc to make a decent size hole and then enter it without burning himself. GP would struggle to get in through the hole, and at this point Havoc would aid his friend. Once inside... they both begun to scan. "Anything?" GP shook his head. "Nothing... wait..." He would glance up towards a small room and point. "My scanners indicate one in there..." By this point, Havoc started with a regular sprint towards the door and got along the wall. As soon as GP joined him, he counted with his fingers. 3 were up, then 2, and finally 1 before Havoc made a fist. As Havoc kicked in the door, GP ran in and pointed his weapon at a man who, judging by his uniform, muggy and unshaved appearance... appeared to be an imperial left here. "Ah!" Screamed the man as Havoc walked in. De-activating his lightsaber, Havoc's hand was placed on top of GP's blaster rifle as he pushed it to the ground, indicating for GP to lower it, but just as Havoc did that, the man pulled out a blaster and aimed it, but waving his hand, the force would push the blaster out of the man's hand and Havoc would rush in and grab him by the collar, slamming him against the wall. All he could do was smirk at this point. "I'm going to say this once... my friend was killed by a hutt... I slaughtered an entire bar room with mens with guns... and made some flight control people mad..." His voice got angry as it matched the emotion his face presented. "The Jedi Order is out for me right now... so do you think it was smart to pull a blaster on me?!" He shouted slamming the man a second time into the wall. The man wetted himself and begun to shake. "Please... please don;t hurt me, Mr. Jedi sir..." Releasing his grip, the man would slide down the wall into his own personal puddle. "Call me Havoc... now then... speak before my droid rips you apart." The man would shake a bit more before standing up slowly. "My name is Julies Zam'Born... I am... or was a Lieutenant of General Horrace's Expansion." The Jedi nodded. "Before he was killed I assumed?" Julies shook his head. "Ya... 9 years ago." Crossing his arms, Havoc allowed him to continue his story. Julies would breathe before he would explain Havoc the entire story. "So Horrace was killed trying to shuffle people off his vessel..." Havoc rubbed his chin as Julies took a seat. "Ya, there was space left but he grabbed one of his female commanders... his only female commander and through her in the escape pod." Nodding some, Havoc put the pieces together. "And I take it this was his" Again Julies nodded. "He built this depot to ensure that we had somewhere to keep supplies... the terrain is excellent..." Grinning, Havoc turned to GP. "An Imperial General saving a regular transport, then getting fired upon from another Imperial, then went down with the ship, sounds noble." GP looked at Julies. "So I take it that since you're here... there are others?" Julies nodded. "Of course droid..." GP raised his blaster rifle and aimed it at the man. "I suggest you refer to him as GP-145... your Imperial doctrine against droids upsets my friend here and I would hate to have to send you to see Horrace aboard the Wolfenstein in a very not nice place" Julies again pee'd himself as he shook again. "I'm sorry...." Havoc continued to smirk. "So how many are here?" Julies stood up and went to a consol next to him. "General Horrace's female commander and her patrol of 15 men" Walking behind him, Havoc glanced at the consol. "Tell them to come back..." Julies turned around to protect, but Havoc waved his hand in front of Julies' face and repeated his order. The force would enter his mind and do as Havoc ordered. "Commander Merav... I require your assistance back at the depot. Please return back with your men, over." Havoc nodded as he turned to face GP.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Sunday, 22 Nov 2009, 9:07 PM | Message # 2 |
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| They were tired, dirty and hungry, and they were all that remained of the Wolfenstein. The sun had set, casting darkness upon Idmaar, a darkness that they could feel all the way to the bone. Nine years had passed, and Fajra had never given up on him, the one who saved her. Memories floated through her thoughts, like snowflakes on a cold winter day. She was Nineteen years standard when General Horrace intercepted her shuttle, she was dropped on her face infront of him and would be given an opportunity. On Soterios, she was reckless and lived what some might call the high life, a life that she had little regard for. As a Commander, she was responsible for the lives of others, and she would take this new responsibility with great care. She was a long way from Nineteen now, and her men much older still. They trusted General Horrace with their lives, and because he had faith in the Commander, they followed her without question. She knew she could never replace him, but she hoped to make him proud. Long golden lashes licked her skin as her eyes fluttered open, revealing her hazel pools. Metal glinted in the firelight, where they had been piling remains of the Wolfenstein. It was in this place that someday she would make her grave, 'Bury me with men and women like them, till someone else does more' she had said. Her eyes looked distant, world-weary as she glanced around the swamp she now called home. The air was humid, not the dry heat of the Soterios summers she used to be fond of. The forest around the swamp was empty of animals, no happy birdsong ever rang. She didn't want to live like this anymore, but she didn't know how to move on, she missed the way things were. It should have been her that died that day, living with that regret was a new death every day. She knew he wouldn't want to see her like this, if only she knew how to move on. "Give me a sign" she whispered. The Commander was sitting on the ground with her knees propped up and her arms wrapped around her legs. As soon as her words left her lips her comm went off with a message from Lieutenant Zam'Born, so much for a sign she thought. She dropped her hands by her sides and pushed them against the ground, bringing herself to a stand. "Lieutenant Zam'Born needs our assistance at the depot, let's get moving!" shouted the Commander, before parting her lips to add "Arm yourselves, it's unlike Julies to send for us, especially all of us." What was going on? She ran her hands down her sides, wiping the excess dirt from her hands. They navigated their way through the swamp, knowing the terrain as if it were second nature. They approached the depot with caution, but there was no indication of a struggle. Before entering the depot, they waited for the Walkers to exit the hanger door. The sound of their boots would resound the halls as they headed for the control room, tracking mudd along the way. With each step they were in sync, but it was not done on purpose but a result of their training. Her dark eyes narrowed as she glanced down the hall toward the control room door, only there was no door. She stopped for a moment and glanced over her shoulder, her eyes falling upon her men. No words were exchanged, only confusion written within their gazes, their faces remained impassive. A soft sigh escaped her lips, she lifted her right leg and stepped forward with a stomp before continuing down the hallway. She paused as she approached the doorway to the control room, extending both arms she would place her palms against it's sides and lean forward. The Commander had a youthful appearance, and often not the image one would imagine before meeting her. She stood at about 5'2" in height, and what was once an athletic build was now replaced by a small frame and a gaunt face. Dirt covered her sun-kissed skin, clothes and boots. She adorned a simple gray jumpsuit and cloak, her boots reached her knees but were untied with their laces stuck inside. Her golden tresses were pulled back from her face, restrained by a black ribbon. Hazel eyes would settle upon Havoc, they were neither friendly or unkind. "State your business" she said as she stepped into the room, followed by the men under her command.
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| Havoc | Date: Tuesday, 24 Nov 2009, 9:57 PM | Message # 3 |
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| As Julies made the communication to the patrol group, GP would step into the room clearing the doorway and would grab Julies and place him down. Looking up at the droid with fearful eyes, he turned to look at Havoc, whom just shrugged. "Just sit there and be quiet from this point on, got it?" Ordered the Jedi as he looked up at GP. "This time, no shooting unless I give the command... unlike those at the bar, these Imperials... after hearing this story, need to be brought back onto a path... but which one, hmm?" All Havoc could do, was smirk as GP shrugged. "I say we go with the old trick." Nodding in agreement, Havoc would lean against the consol and cross his arms. GP would stare at Julies, with his arms down. As the Imperials would enter the room, Havoc would remain there while GP would grab the chair with Julies in it and move him into the corner, then would stand next to him. His scanners would lock onto the Imperial Female Commander, and was shocked at what the scanners read for her physical features. "Hello there." Havoc said, as he would stand up and turn to fully face her and her men. "Well little girl... my business with the Imperial Commander of the bunch of you... so let grown ups do business, eh sweety?" Julies would frown as he would speak up. "Um... Mister Jedi... she is the Commander." When he said this, Havoc's eyeballs nearly popped out of his head. "SHE!? GP how tall is she?" GP would lower his head, as if to avoid answering the question. "5...2..." He would say in utter disgust. Sighing a little, Havoc would step back a little. "I guess it's better then nothing..." He turned to face her. "Commander... Merav I presume... Jedi Knight Havoc... I wish that I was told about this height difference... as I was expecting someone... much more uglier and a little older... but I guess you will have to do." He looked up to face her men. "Not the happiest I take it..." Crossing his arms, he again looked her directly in the eyes. "Commander, while I will say that I have not heard of your General Horrace or the Wolfenstein till a few years ago, I am sorry that such deaths have left you all stranded here. But do not expect pitty from me, The Empire deserved everything it's got." Despite this vendetta of his, Havoc still held true his true nature... the enemy with true purpose may not be your enemy at all... right? "I am here, to offer you all a once in a life time opportunity to not continue to be screw-ups in a backwater planet." He smirked.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Wednesday, 25 Nov 2009, 8:59 PM | Message # 4 |
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| She looked away, casting a sideways glance toward her men. A soft smile teased the corners of her lips, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Little girl? Sweety?" she took a few steps forward, moving like a sleek, sensuous wind. Soft. Elegant. Sharp hazel eyes returned to his gaze, and lingered there as she parted her lips to speak. "Im not only a Commander, I'm a Lady of House Melantha and you will speak to me with the respect that I deserve" she said flatly, as dark slender brows knitted together. "Enlighten me Jedi, what does my height have to do with anything? And I wish I was told a Jedi Knight was waiting for me, I would have kept him waiting longer," she glanced down at her hands as she spoke, and picked at her nails showing little interest in what he had to say. At the mention of her General and the Wolfenstein, her gaze shot up. For a moment she let her guard down. Her cold, impassive features revealing the emotions she fought so hard to keep inside. A second later, she blinked and her tears vanished. "Never compare the Wolfenstein to anything associated within the Empire. Good men and women died that day, and they did not deserve what they got...I dare you to do better." She longed to tear something apart with her hands, as if an act of destruction would relieve the pressure building inside of her. The urge heightened her frustration. "You weren't there, you wouldn't understand" she said quietly, her words nearly a whisper. She turned on her heel then and faced her men, their tired faces looked back at her. They were all tired, and although they didn't say anything, she could see through their hollow eyes and impassive faces. "You have my attention..."
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| Havoc | Date: Wednesday, 25 Nov 2009, 9:14 PM | Message # 5 |
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| All Havoc could do was continue to smirk somewhat. The Jedi never smiled in his life... well, that wasn't entirely true. At one point, he had it all; happiness, some wealth, a good life, and most importantly... a wife that gave him love and support. The moment she was robbed from him, was when everything went downhill and he decided to become a Jedi. Granted Havoc was always Force Sensitive, but with his wife's death was when he decided to finally embrace it. As she spoke, he could somewhat relate to what she had to say. She had just lost her leader and the vessel that kept them mobile for a good minute. But now that everything was lost for these Imperials, they were on the same playing level as him now. As she mentioned she was of nobility, Havoc simply shrugged it aside. "Oh, I'll give you the respect you deserve... when you earn it and clean yourself up. House Nobles aren't suppose to look so... garbagy... you'll have to forgive me if I lack a soul or a sense of feeling..." It was all he could say in her response to what she said about the men and women of the Wolfenstein. However, he would do better then her little story and it would start right now. "I thank the Noble for granting me her valuable time..." He said mockingly, as he lept onto the consol and sat directly on it. He looked at GP and nodded. "Get us some chairs, for our guests." GP grabbed the legs of Julies' chair and flipped it, causing the man to fall out of it. GP then tossed it across the room, landing in front of the Fajra. "Take a seat, and I will explain everything to you." He would start with the story. "The plan is this... me, you, and your men... with the support of others, will march onto Dantooine and oust that Hutt from power and kill him." It was simple enough, however what Havoc didn't mention, was cutting off his head and giving it to Njon, whom had provided him what he needed. "And afterwards, Dantooine will be neutral again, however I will see to it that you and your men are granted pardons for any crimes committeed by Imperials up to the point when Senator Ray was elected, and from that point on... you can either beat feet off planet or relocate to Dantooine, and help me re-train the Militia and what not." He nodded some. "I will admit that it will be hard work, but you and your boys are perfect for the job... considering what you've been through already." Pausing a little, he looked at her. "Choice is yours commander."
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Wednesday, 25 Nov 2009, 10:45 PM | Message # 6 |
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| "There was a time when appearances ment something to me, but that was a long time ago. That life is no longer a part of me, given a choice I'd never go back." She couldn't imagine a life without the men who stood by her side, and those she'd met along the way. General Horrace and the fallen of the Wolfenstein, the 13th and the 901st Youth Division. And Jon from the 901st, who's life was short lived, but would forever claim her heart. "War changes you, you can bring a soldier home from a war, but you can't take the war out of the soldier" which was why they had a hard time returning home, a home she hasn't seen since she was Nineteen. She shook her head at the droids actions, was that really necessary? She extended her leg as the chair slid infront of her, the timing of the impact would return the chair towards Julies. "We are not your guests, continue to disrespect my men or myself and you can return from wherever you came from, do I make myself clear? Little man? Sweety?" Her men would then break their silence, chuckling in response to her words. She arched a slender brow, prepared to meet any challenge he presented her with. She kept her silence as he explained the plan, holding onto each word as she considered their options. It sounded simple enough, but was there more to this than he was letting on? She wanted to speak with her men and come to a mutual decision, but in the end it was her decision alone. It was time to leave this forsaken planet behind, they should have left a long time ago. There were times when war had taken them away, bringing their numbers down to Sixteen including the Commander. Refusing to accept the Wolfenstein's destiny and the General's death, Fajra had always found her way back to Idmaar. They had a chance to change or stay the same, and they were barely living as it was. She took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled out as her lips parted to break her silence. "Dantooine it is, and regarding these so called crimes...a pardon will not be necessary for we have not committed any crimes." Spoken like a true Imperial.
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| Havoc | Date: Thursday, 26 Nov 2009, 8:06 AM | Message # 7 |
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| He nodded some. "However, while it may appear I'm outnumbered and outgunned, my abilities could take out most of you... GP cleans up after me." He said plainly. So she had more men then he did, but it didn't matter as they all could be sliced with the slightest jab with a lightsaber, but that wasn;t the case for him being here today. Slaughtering a bar full of patrons was enough for him at this point, but his anger could raise very quickly. Listening to her, he simply disgarded her empty threats as nothing to be concerned about. As the chair went flying back to Julies, GP picked him up and made him stand. Havoc sighed. "GP, take Julies and have him explain the facility to you." GP would nod as he would grab the man, push him in front, and leave the room. Once they were gone, Havoc turned his attention back towards Fajra and her men. "Before we go anywhere, I want to see how in shape you and your men are, Commander." He removed himself from his seat and stood straight up. "Commander, you'll listen to what I instruct and we'll be fine." Nodding some, he turned to face her men. "Get some sleep tonight there, tomorrow will be the hardest times of your lives... as a matter of fact, stay hydrated." Once that was out of the way, he turned to face her once more time. "Commander, I want your men to find whatever gear is left in this supply depot... I want some equipment too." That was Havoc's policy when he commanded the Militia on Dantooine for a little; to train the best, you have to get down and dirty with them. "And also, Commander... I want to speak with you 1 to 1... I'm sure you'll have no problem." His back suddenly turned on them.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Thursday, 26 Nov 2009, 2:02 PM | Message # 8 |
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| Her slender hands skimmed the sides of her body, stopping at the waist where she kept the hilt of her lightfoil. "I don't have the skill necessary to defeat you, but I will last long enough for my men to do so. I would like to see a Jedi stop the automatic fire of a slugthrower, unless he enjoys a face full of melted lead and shrapnel." she said flatly, her lips parting to add "Let's not find out what would happen." Little would be accomplished, and it appeared that they needed each other. Closing her eyes, she slid her left hand over the silver lightfoil hilt. Dirty and scraped fingers wrapped gently around the hilt, relishing the way it felt against her skin. There was a time when dueling meant everything to her, after dueling it was like everything else in her life had the volume turned down. Her passion became an obsession, bringing out the best and worst in her. She lived for the adrenaline rush she got every time she entered the ring, and for the nightlife that she claimed to have owned. Unwilling to change her ways, her father contacted an old friend, General Dax Horrace. He saved her, not only her life but her soul. She slid a slideways glance toward the droid and Julies, watching as they departed the room. There was no trust within those hazel eyes, they spoke more than the impassive gaunt face that once glowed with charisma. "Gentlemen, you may go. But before you retire for the night, check the supply depot" she said, her tone even. They looked hesitant to leave her side, especially with a man they did not know or care for. Quietly they shuffled out, leaving the Commander and the Jedi to themselves. "I have no problem, speak your mind Jedi..."
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| Havoc | Date: Thursday, 26 Nov 2009, 2:18 PM | Message # 9 |
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| Havoc could only smirk at her comments. This woman obviously had not faced a seasoned force user before. They both knew, regardless of whether or not she wanted to admit it... maybe a minute at best. As they left, Havoc extended his hand and used the force to shut the door. Once it was closed, he lowered it and looked at her. "Your eyes speak of hatred, tiredness, lonely... and that of a force user." He rubbed his chin a bit. "It's probably one of the reasons Horrace kept you close there... Commander." When she begun to motion towards her hilt, Havoc didn't need to second guess anything. It was something that cault his eye right off the bat, as well as the fact that this woman had a sensable force signature. However it was untrained and untamed, which was what Havoc was looking for, however not expected from an Imperial, as the Empire would of been all over her. "Commander, I wanted to make you this deal away from your men. I can sense that you have a force signature, however it's weak." Smirking some, he crossed his arms. "Anyone could pick up a lightsaber or lightfoil and be good in it... while I'm training your men, I'd like to give you some more power... it will be helpful in our conquest for Dantooine." He turned to face the consol and begun to mess with it. It gave him the base layouts, security, and whatnot. There was enough power, however it appeared that most of it was disabled... which ment it had to be fixed. Tapping his earpiece, it communicated directly into GP. "I'm getting a reading... get some tools and take Julies and go fix the power. Guess us everything back up, along with the secuirty sentries and cameras. And while you're doing that, find us some scrap." GP would nod and look at Julies. "We need to fix the power." Julies sighed. "I was told to keep it disabled so we couldn't be discovered from the warlord." GP stopped. "Well, we are going to bring it back on, as the warlord is no more... is that ok with you... masta?" Julies shook a little. "The tools are located in the power generator room." They would both walk towards the room, where they would work to bring the power up to 100%; bring on the security systems, and automatic door systems, as well as everything else to help get the base back into shape.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Thursday, 26 Nov 2009, 6:24 PM | Message # 10 |
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| He spoke the truth, one that she needed to hear. Her mind warned her to run away, but her heart felt as if it would leave her chest. It was a hard truth to accept, her loss for words and confusion would then strike out in anger. "I take it back, I wish you would not speak your mind" she said coldly and tried to look dignified. There was so much hatred inside of her, she could no longer see clearly. She was tired and lonely, it was as if she were breathing without lungs. Every emotion she tried so hard to keep inside, was being displayed before him and it was making her uncomfortable. She crossed her arms over her stomach, as if to protect herself from him. Her eyes narrowed at the mention of her force sensitivity, another subject that hit close to home. "Because I choose to ignore it, because I want nothing to do with the force" she said flatly. "And do you need to belittle me every chance you get? I get it, your a Jedi Knight and I'm..." she trailed off, her lips parted and then closed. Without another word, she walked toward the empty chair infront of him and sat down. She lifted her legs and rested the heels of her boots against the edge of the chair. Her slim arms wrapped around her legs, her hands clasping together as she pulled them into her chest. She rested her chin on her knees, the weight of the day finally giving in on her. She looked so small folded up before him...something tiny and fragile that would shatter into a million pieces in your hands if not for the seething core of brilliant hate inside.
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| Havoc | Date: Thursday, 26 Nov 2009, 7:00 PM | Message # 11 |
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| Everything he has sensed about Fajra had suddenly come to light. All Havoc could do was smirk at what she had to say. "I speak my mind because you need to hear it, Commander." He started eating into her. "You need to hear it because it will make you stronger, the force will give you balance in your life, because you chose to ignore it, has left you in this critical spot." His body this time, was faced in front of her. "And I belittle you because you are weak. Your own insecurities and lack of balance have left you and your men where the are today!" The Jedi's voice rose up, enough to shake the chair a little bit as she sat. "I get it, your General and savior is dead! You're left in a dump, I read you loud and clear Commander! But for the sake of your men and yourself, grow a back bone!" It was hard not getting in her face as she sat down. It was an open invite to really give her what Havoc had wanted to do from the start, but seeing her in this state was what set off his temper... again. "I am a Jedi, you are a broken Imperial Commander! Because you are bleeding on the ground, you don't want to get up!" His foot suddenly found itself flying against the console. His face was beat red and his eyes were hell bloodshot. "My wife... was killed by stormtroopers... and you know what I did, Commander?" Havoc's voice got low as he spoke these words and his face suddenly returned to normal color, as did his eyes. "I slaughtered them all... bathed in their blood and held my wife as their remains rained on us..." His gaze slowly returned to her. "I'm giving you the chance to not be so weak, a chance to put yourself and your men together." Finally, he returned to the console that he had kicked. "You probably wonder why I care so much about your condition, why I came here instead of going elsewhere." It was true. Sometimes Havoc himself would question his motives; one example being the slaughtering in the bar. "I care because there is potential in you. Your men have the look of experienced soldiers... You lost a father, and while I could really careless for Imperial Generals, Horrace attempted to come to the New Republic... that is why he gave his life for you... his life for those civilians he saved from assault... why he and the Wolfenstein died in orbit... because they believed." His long hair would block out his eyes from the side-view of Fajra. "So you must ask yourself... do you believe?"
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Thursday, 26 Nov 2009, 7:58 PM | Message # 12 |
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| She released her hands, letting her boots hit the floor. Her hands dropped at her sides, dangling. A haze of memories dimmed her vision, and throbbed in response to the convulsions of her heart. She once remembered a girl who's heart was full and unbroken, who was young and adored. A girl who had everything, and nothing at all. It was a life of 'ice' and fake smiles, one that she traded for a taste of debauchery and chaos. She was a mess when she first boarded the Wolfenstein, and would continue to struggle with her addictions and habits, eventually she cleaned herself up. When she lost the very thing that put meaning into her life, she lost herself. The Wolfenstein was her sanctuary, without it she had no place to go. Only, she didn't try hard enough, and in doing so she brought her men down with her, and that's what hurt the most. Her eyes burned with a mixture of confusion, anger and despair that was so great, it seemed as if her emotions might burst forth and incinerate everything in sight in a blaze of unimaginable intensity. She forced her gaze away from him, biting back the tears that threatened to fall. She sucked in a sharp breath, trying so hard to hold it all together. She felt her breath catch in her throat, and as she spoke, the more it burned. "Believed in what? Betraying the Empire for the Republic? That for the last nine years I believed in something that wasn't real? If it's not real, you can't hold it in your hands, you can't feel it with your heart...and I felt it." The thought made her stomach lurch under a wave of nausea, but she didn't dare throw up. Her gaze returned to his, confusion written within their depths. "I don't know what I believe in anymore, but I don't want to live like this anymore."
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| Havoc | Date: Thursday, 26 Nov 2009, 8:34 PM | Message # 13 |
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| "That there is no more Empire!" Lunged the voice of Havoc as he looked her directly into her eyes. No doubt the eye contact would send small vibes of anger and fear into her system, which would no doubt make her flinch. "Do you not see his intentions?! Or are you that blindsighted from what you've had to endure for the past 9 years!?" Blood was boiling, anger was growing out of control, Havoc knew these signals would obviously lead to a fight, but because he was attempting to not cause anymore bloodshed, he held himself back, which caused him some unbelievable shaking on his part. "Listen, listen, listen... these last 9 years, believing has kept you and your men alive. It was the one thing that the General seemed to do right around here with you." His voice cooled down a little, but his blood still boiled. "Your General saw that the Empire was crumbling... there was no point in rebuilding, it must of been his motive to bring his crew, his ship, and himself to a side that brought stability. I'm sure a lot of crew aboard the Wolfenstein had family they wanted to see... to be with again. Now tell me what good had that been had Horrace not done what he did? You'd all be suffering a much more terrible fate then this." Taking a step closer, he stopped. "You don't know what to believe anymore? Trust in me, and I will give you something to believe in, I will give you hope... as well as give you and your men the strength and courage you all need, to create that balance that will shape your destines... however the price will be that we go to war one final time." Dantooine was no longer the home he knew, and these Imperials... their home was destroyed. "Forge a new life for yourselves as I forge a planet for you to do so." He sighed. "Now... Commander... are you in... or are you just going to sit there your whole young life?"
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Saturday, 28 Nov 2009, 3:44 PM | Message # 14 |
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| "I'm sorry, for your loss. I'm fortunate to have known true love, no matter how brief it was. His name was Jon, a soldier from the 901st Youth Division. He was awkward and shy, and perfect." Remembering caused her great sadness, but with that followed an unspoken happiness. Jon was a breath of fresh air compared to the relationships she was used to; he was nothing like the selfish men of the Tapani Sector. He was honest, kind, gentle and giving. In her eyes, he was far too good for her. "I believed in many things, but knowing what I know now, we endured because we loved. Love is the opposite of fear. It's what keeps you in control when fear grips your heart, fear of yours or the death of the man fighting by your side. It is an emotion my men and I possess, and it will be there when we storm Dantooine." The corners of her lips lifted, offering a smile she didn't quite feel, but it was one nonetheless. This man was infuriating, but so was Horrace and Adenn...and yet she would have followed them to the edge of space if they asked her to. She pushed her heels into the ground, lifting her body to stand. "You will find my quarters to be empty, save for a few of my belongings." she didn't like to be alone, but she never felt right about sleeping in comfort. Not while her men lay in self made cots, or paper thin mattresses they called bunks. "One more thing, take care of my men Jedi" for them, she would sacrifice. "Tomorrow" she confirmed, without another word she turned on her heel and departed the room. The lights were out when she entered the sleeping quarters, quietly she tiptoed over to her bunk. Denton, a soldier who before the Remnant served as her guard, could be found sleeping on the bottom bunk. She raised her hands over her head and grabbed onto her mattress, pushing her bare feet off the ground she would attempt to climb onto her bunk. A curse could be heard, both by her and Denton. Her legs dangled in the air as she tried to pull herself up, but she was unsuccessful in her attempt. That was until she found Denton's legs to step on, using the leverage she boosted herself up. [Denton] "Commander, you insisted on the top bunk. But this is ridiculous, you're too short and scrawny to get up there and I'm not a ladder..." A soft sigh would escape her lips as she snuggled beneath her blankets, which were a cross between standard gray, and a flannel purple throw. "Hey, I resent that!" she complained, lifting her head off her pillow she leaned over and peered down at him. She tossed her golden locks over the edge of the bed, grinning she rubbed her hands through her hair, dripping water down bellow. [Denton] "We've missed this side of you Faj, but I think we spoke too soon" he chuckled, which would soon resound their quarters as more joined in to take jabs at their Commander. "I don't have to listen to this...good night." [Jaden] Wait for it...wait for it...wait for it "I was thinking" [Denton] Really? Ignoring him, she continued. "I'm going to take us out after Dantooine, like old times. Denny, do you miss Soterios?" [Denton] I don't miss guarding a spoiled brat who refused to believe she was an alcoholic and spice head. I was afraid you would kill yourself on my watch, and then Jaden and I would have to explain ourselves to Lord Merav. Who no offense scared me more than that alien General...Adenn." "Alcoholics go to meetings" [Jaden] Here we go again... She laid her head back down, with her hands behind her head, eyes fixed on the ceiling. She wanted to make it up to them, wanted to make things right again. "I love you" she shouted, something she always said before sleep claimed her. Together, Fifteen sleepy voices would respound with the same endearment.
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