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Post by Emperor Ire on Mar 28, 2011 1:00:01 GMT -5
"For your efforts Captain Ayu'lesh, the Empire will replace what was taken from you." Ire responds as he circles around behind the trio and walks over to Ywalme, his glowing eyes only adding to the intimidation brought about by the Emperor's massive and towering frame. Ire looks at Ywalme, almost as if looking into her soul, before asking about the prisoners Ayu'lesh mentioned. "And what of these prisoners to brought here, I assume they are dead seeing as they are not here with you, did you loose your temper with them as well?
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Post by Ywalme Burz on Mar 28, 2011 8:34:34 GMT -5
No, My Lord. I was given strict orders by Lord Vader to not harm the prisoners. They were quiet on the journey and gave me no problem. Lord Vader's troopers on the other hand were acting very strangely the whole trip.
No, My Lord. I was knocked unconscious during the fight with the pirates and I don't know what happened to the prisoners. You will have to ask the girl.
I just woke a short while ago and things are still rather fuzzy as what happened.
Then suddenly remembers that Ayu'lesh never answered her question about the prisoners. She never answered me when I asked her. She looks at Ayu'lesh. Why did you not answer me when I asked?
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Mar 28, 2011 17:12:12 GMT -5
Rajnish, was walking down the hallway when he felt the Emperor. He turns and head to the Throne room. Once there, he looks at the guards as they made way for him to pass. He just looked at them as he entered. He slowly enters as he moved to the side of the Throne room, now he is just watching to see what is going on.
His red glowing eye moves side to side as he watches in silent. Looking with some interest when he spots a woman addressing someone else.
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Post by Takeda on Mar 28, 2011 20:47:20 GMT -5
Ayu'lesh looks down at the floor and feels about as tall as a Gammor Slug. A part of her really wishes she had the nerve to kick Ywlame in the shin at this point.
"The two Jedi prisoners that were detained in back were hauled off by the pirates. Judging from their actions they were out to take slaves as well, well at least women... not sure why they grabbed the one guy, though he had long hair... maybe one of the pirates was into that."
She falls silent once again, fearful of the potential retribution for her statement. She cannot help but flinch away from Ywlame, considering she was prone to zapping her own men for her poor orders.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Mar 28, 2011 22:35:26 GMT -5
"The pirates took the Jedi prisoners as slaves..." Ire says as he listens to Ayu'lesh, the dark side speaks to him and tells him that there is more to the situation than meets the eye. While this all seems to cut and dry to the Emperor, he says nothing to show this train of thought. "...that should prove futile."
The Emperor looks over to the doors of the throne room and sees Grievous standing there silent before turning back to the trio before him and heads back to his throne to sit. This was a lot to deal with; the Aa-gizani, Kal'Shebbol, pirates conveniently kidnapping Jedi prisoners... good thing Ire can handle the responsibility. "Ensign Darkstone, return to the station with the good Captain here and make sure that she is compensated properly for her aid in the situation. You are dismissed."
"Milord, what about the actions of the Envoy against me?" the Ensign asks.
"Do not concern yourself with that, Ensign. You are dismissed." Ire says with a more authoritative tone before turning to a calmer tone to address Ayu'lesh. "Once again, thank you for your assistance in this matter, Captain."
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Post by Takeda on Mar 28, 2011 23:34:56 GMT -5
Ayu'lesh bows as the guards indicate by their actions the audience is over and it is time to depart the Imperial Presence, something she is more than happy to do. As she looks over at the Ensign, he still seems more than a bit annoyed at the altercation with Ywlame, hopefully he will not be a total sour-puss on the way back to the station.
As they get out into the outer halls and things take on an air much less formal, she turns to him again as they walk along;
"Thank you for your help, I am sorry you had the misfortune of dealing with her. Mind if I ask you for a favor? My Father, who owns the ship, is still with your Vizier... Could we get cleared to head down to the space-port, so we can make repairs and trade while we wait for him to arrive? Well, after your investigation is properly concluded of course."
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Post by Emperor Ire on Mar 29, 2011 12:33:07 GMT -5
"I'm sure we can expedite a surface pass for you to get planetside, if you'd like I can have a requisition officer sent to meet you there so that you can get the reward the Emperor has approved?" the ensign responds as they make their way back to the shuttle to Customs Station 327.
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Post by Takeda on Mar 29, 2011 12:54:19 GMT -5
As they get on board the shuttle to take them back to station 327.
"Thank you, really thank you. I am worried about my "dad", I hope it does not take too long for him and your Vizier to come back safely."
Not one usually taken by such emotions, but today being a huge exception to that rule, she leans over sweetly and gives the Ensign a kiss on the cheek. As she withdraws, she realizes it probably isn't that nice a gesture considering her black eye and fat lip.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2011 17:28:12 GMT -5
Lord Zairon cleaned, shaved, and back in his official looking non-hobo like state left his room and headed towards the throne room. According to the message he had gotten, the Emperor was back from wherever he had gone.
As Zairon walked through the palace, he tried to figure out what to do to fix things with Lady Shana and the other knights. As he arrived at the entrance to the throne room, he nodded at the guards and entered.
"Executor Zairon reporting." He said with a nod, "I returned from Tattooine after dealing with the target. Have I missed anything in my absence, my lord?"
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Post by Ywalme Burz on Mar 31, 2011 0:12:25 GMT -5
Ywalme waits patiently for Ire's decision as he dismisses the others. She knows her life possibly hangs in the balance depending on what he has decided but she stands there proudly and unafraid as a true daughter of Allya. Her only regret is that she didn't get a chance to get to know Lord Vader better.
She watches curiously as Lord Zairon enters the throne room wondering who the handsome man is.
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Post by Sam Milla on Mar 31, 2011 12:42:01 GMT -5
*Sam walk's into the Throne roomlooking more like his father since he had a restless night. Sam waits for the Emperor to conclude his buisness with the others before he gets to him. Sam stands next to Ywalme but a pace or two away. In his left hand he had a data pad containing the battle report and security vids from the battle as well. One of them contains Sam killing off the commander of the fleet due to his inability to use good judgment and insight causing the Empire to lose valuable ships no matter if they were old.*
*Sam however felt at peace and calm and his force aura simply was dark either way. Sam was still angry with the paticular officer but he couldn't use his anger now. He just had to wait until he came face to face with the Empire's next foe. *
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Post by Emperor Ire on Mar 31, 2011 12:58:09 GMT -5
"Welcome back, Executor Zairon." Ire says greeting Zairon as he arrives in the throne room. "You have missed much indeed; Kal'Shebbol is in upheaval as the GA has tried to squash pro-Imperial voices on the planet, we lost several ships in the process of defending our brothers and sisters on that world. We also have a dire matter that will be discussed later at a meeting of the High Command. And this lovely lady is the special Envoy of Dathomir, sent to negotiate an alliance between the RGE and her homeworld."
Ire shifts his gaze to Ywalme, who appears to be waiting quietly for the Emperor to render his decision about her actions against the Ensign on the customs station. Ire notices Sam walk in looking like he had gone through at least one of the nine Corellian hells, this sight doesn't keep Ire from addressing Ywalme. "Now, back to you, Envoy. I understand that the Grand Vizer gave you special permission to oversee the transport of the prisoners but that is not a licence to abuse and try to kill my men because they insult your delicate sensibilities, you will stand good to remember that if you wish favorable relations between our peoples. Do I make myself clear, Envoy?"
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Post by Ywalme Burz on Mar 31, 2011 14:42:01 GMT -5
Ywalme acknowledges the Lord Executor's presence and the Emperor's compliment and comment about who she is with a gracious bow of the head. She doesn't say anything to Lord Zairon as they haven't yet been formally introduced and Ire hasn't given her leave to speak.
She raises an eyebrow when an obviously beat up and disheveled Sam walks into the throne room. She wonders who he is and why he is allowed to approach the Emperor in such a condition.
When Ire addresses her, she turns her attention away from Sam and back to the Emperor. She mentally stiffens and prepares herself for the very worse. She gives mental sigh of relief when he graciously forgives her. She is happy that she hasn't totally screwed up the chance for an Alliance and has been given a second chance by the Emperor. She knows that she has been extremely lucky that he has been so forebearing with her.
Very clear my Lord, it will not happen again and it would have not happened in the first place if I had been aware of your customs in this regard. I thank you for your forebearance and graciousness to me, My Lord. My mother said I still had much to learn it seems she was right again.
She hestitates a moment then boldly says.
There is one thing I would like to ask of Your Highness. As your customs are much different from that of Dathomir would it be too much trouble to assign someone to teach me what is considered proper in regards to the customs of the Empire so that I might pass that information to my fellows sisters and my Mother so no such incidents happen again?
If we better understand what Your HIghness needs we can better serve you.
I see I have taken up enough of your valuable time My Lord and you have weighty matters in which to discuss with the Lord Executor, with your permission I will withdraw to my quarters.
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Post by Konstai Vekdara on Mar 31, 2011 23:10:32 GMT -5
Several hours had passed since Konstai had dragged the Aa-gazani body from where it was dumped in the morgue to a work table and stripped it, carefully documenting each piece and how they inter-related. The armor and underclothes were of exquisite craftsmanship, and seemed almost to live on the body in question. He had made several important discoveries, well, important to him at any rate; but after a short while his attention turned back to the armor and he explored it secrets.
It took a while, but eventually he determined how to don the armor himself, and with a few adjustments discovered what was needed to interface with it so its secrets could be fully understood and exploited. It involved a slight surgical procedure involving removing the visual cortex of one of the human patients that would not survive the night despite their attempts, and a few cybernetic translation devices, as well as a few interesting medical procedures to himself. He would have to see about a more permanent arrangement later, the cocktail of bacta and chemicals would only keep the sliver of brain functional for a few more hours.
At first he is disappointed, for there is little physical advantage to the suit other than to modify its own penalties. With the amount of neural network in the suit he had expected so much more of it, and as he walks through the halls of the Atrocity outside the medical center talking to himself, he draws many strange looks from crew passing by about their duties.
It takes him a moment to realize as he steps into a darkened section of corridor before he realizes what the armor is truly capable of. One of the crew-members hurrying along to some task or another caught sight of him as he stepped around a corner and simply folded up with a sigh as he passed out from sheer fright. The suit having been "fed" had come online, and more of its mysteries had been unveiled in some respect.
Turning his attentions inward and utilizing the force to work through this endeavor and give it the extra edge that was required... he finds a focal-point of power, it is several thousands of kilometers away, but it has realized to him in this suit, such things are of little matter.
Or so he thinks for one moment before his mind and body parts ways for a very turbulent step forward. The searing pain of fire engulfs his mind and for a brief second he can see through his eyes the madness that usually resides behind them in the dark corners of his mind. The terror of it though gets through to his feet and he tries to flee, but to his horror it is like his legs are connected to him by vast distances and are slow to respond, he is trapped for an agonizing second that seems like a thousand years, unable to even blink in that nightmare land of agony.
When his feet finally do respond he steps from one of the dark spaces of the throne-room, and like someone running down a conveyor-belt is incapable of standing upright upon reaching its end. He goes skidding headlong in a wild sprawl across the floor as he arrives. He lies there for several seconds before realizing the visions are gone and he had returned enough to his senses. He wheezes for a while realizing that he had held his breath and chokes down a full series of breaths before he begins laughing, punctuated by bouts of coughing.
"*laughter* It works! *coughing* *laughter that devolves to maddened cackling*"
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Post by Emperor Ire on Apr 1, 2011 0:06:10 GMT -5
"Since you already seem close to the Grand Vizer, I see no reason that Lord Skywalker shouldn't be allowed to help you with that." Ire replies to Ywalme's request. "Unless you would prefer someone else?"
That is when Konstai comes in and falls to the ground like a madman. Silently, Ire can't help but chuckle.
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Post by Ywalme Burz on Apr 1, 2011 0:32:13 GMT -5
When Ire mentions the Grand Vizier a certain glad light comes into Ywalme's eyes causing them to shine a bright emerald green. A glint of something special for Anakin but all she says is.
No, My Lord, Lord Skywalker would be more than acceptable. If he would be willing to do so.
When the Doctor comes crashing out ot the shadows choking and laughing, Ywalme jumps.
Her eyes are huge with a surprise as she reaches for the lightwhip that is no longer there as she instinctively moves in front of the Emperor to protect him from the person who suddenly appeared out of the shadows.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Apr 1, 2011 0:53:55 GMT -5
Ire places a hand on Ywalme's shoulder, an action that implies that the doctor isn't a threat, as he stands and walks around to talk to the madman. "Doctor, I was wondering when I'd see you next, what do you mean by 'it works'?
Ire sounds interested to say the least, he did bring the doctor to the palace to be a witness to his evil genius firsthand and the doctor seems to have made some kind of breakthrough, even though he has no idea what the doctor is talking about. The Emperor has a sinking suspicion that this might be related to the Aa-gizani issue.
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Post by Ywalme Burz on Apr 1, 2011 1:08:05 GMT -5
When Ire puts his hand on her shoulder she looks at him and then moves out of his way when she senses that he doesn't see the person who appeared as a danger to him.
But watches tensely until the Emperor speaks to the Doctor and then relaxes at his words.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2011 2:29:22 GMT -5
Listening to Ire speak, he gives a brief node to Ywalme when the emperor mentions the woman. He had been wondering who she was.
After hearing the Emperor mention Kal'Shebbol, Zairon frowns. "Did we take the planet? What is the status? Surely the GA won't be allowed to attack our ships and enslave a planet without consequences." He says annoyed. "Do you need me somewhere to deal with anything? I can be ready to go instantly."
Seeing the crazy man run in Zairon turns and glares. "Who is this mad man?" He ask once he is able to tell the man is not a threat due to Ire's reaction.
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Post by Konstai Vekdara on Apr 1, 2011 2:58:22 GMT -5
As he slowly picks himself up off the floor, still racked with the occasional bouts of coughing, he looks around at the plethora of people in the throne room. He notes the chrome one from earlier on Korriban is present, as well as a few others; most notably the young woman with a fetish for revealing leather attire. While he dusts himself off his attention is fixed on her and he bows in a gentlemanly like way, but the look of the twisted smile on his rictus fused and scarred face is far from it. It is only then he is aware of the weighty presence that clued him in to where Ire happened to be.
"This suit, apparently one of the Aa-Gizani made it aboard your ship... It and the body was in the morgue... I sought to learn more." As he continues in his staccato ramblings of an answer he walks over to where he "came" from and pokes around brining to attention that from the location of those particular shadows, there is nothing other than the walls and elaborately crafted gloom that adds an even more impressive air to the throne and who sits upon it. In his mind he appreciates the subtle construction of the place, a oft overlooked fact that Ire was no slouch on capitalizing on in his choice of decor. After his moment of distraction he turns back to Ire.
"It is not an exact description, but they can walk in and through the force. This armor of theirs amplifies that effect to a considerable range, at least the distance from here to where the Atrocity sits in orbit. But the time it took I am unsure of, I cannot tell if it was a few seconds or hundreds of years, though I am now doubting the latter.
He removes something from the collar of the disconcerting black and white armor he is wearing, cables and tubing trail from it and come away with a slightly sickening pop as blood oozes from his neck.
"Though it needs more refinement for further trials. And I do not think human brain tissue will work for more than one use. The interface I came up with is sadly fried from the attempt."
He lets the bloody mass of grey matter, wires and tubes fall from his hand and splat on the floor.
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