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Better Ships & Gardens (All about Izao)

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One: How to Use a Lightsaber for Pruning

It was quiet aboard the ship—which was a rental, and bore no name worth mentioning. Izao’s last ship was destroyed some months prior, its name best forgotten. Technically she was still running, but the firethorn trees still needed tending if they were to retain their value.

She had started with nine, having purchased them for a pittance from a pirate who didn’t know what he had plundered. One sold immediately to a noble on Alderaan, the ridiculous sum it fetched was enough to live comfortably for quite a long time.

It didn’t take many credits for Izao to live comfortably, but expenses added up, particularly when bribes and payoffs were often necessary. Now the money was almost gone, and traveling alone was apparently no longer a viable option. It would soon be time to part with another tree, if only to give her comfortable breathing room until she could find a crew to join.

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<<<Official Internal Memo to All Official Department of Secrets Personnel>>>

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<<<Incoming Transmition>>>

<<<Official Internal Memo to All Official Department of Secrets Personnel>>>

 

From: Capt. Ziah’Synex, Department of Secrets

To: All Official Department of Secrets Personnel

Subject: Reminder of Protocols in Regards to Chain of Command

 

Attention all Department of Secrets Personnel.

With this current spike in operational actions, it is easy to get lost in the rapid pace of developing intelligence.  It is, however, critically important to the efficiency and reputation of The DoS, that protocols and procedures be followed, and the chain of command be acknowledged.

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A very merry shiny holiday...in spaaaaaace.

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'twas the night..err day..day after....day after the day after Lifeday, and all around hoth, the wampas were enjoying their feast of tuan tuans...

"WILL YOU SLOW DOWN ALREADY!?!" andronokas yelled from his speeder, his cold climate gear spotted with some snow as he raced after another speeder with a young girl atop it. The speeder suddenly stops and he curses loudly as he slides his down next to it, kicking up snow in a white misting. "Damnit squirt don't do that, you tryin to get me killed?"

The young woman looks at him and tilts her head into the fur neck of the climate gear he had been able to get her to put on before they got on planet, her silver eyes looked at his with a confused curiosity. " But Andronokas, you heard what the people were saying in the cantina, there were shiny things here, and I'm not about to let them get away!" she looks serious for a moment, clenching her fist dramatically as he sighs loudly and groans.

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Yer Fired!

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Agoris hated governments, probably more than he hated having a ship without rum on it. Yet he always seemed to be at the mercy of one form of government or the other. In this case it was two ruling parties that wanted to see him. The Admiralty of Lion’s Arch and Queen Jeana had both requested his person to discuss matters pertaining to his company. As both owned part of the company, at this point, he knew the fact that they were calling him in wasn’t good. Agoris ran his hand over the red feather in his cap before he entered the building bowing slightly before the people at the table waiting for him.

“Captain Agors Korsakov reporting as ordered. What can I do for you fine folks today?”

The people gathered at the table just gave him blank looks for a moment then one of the Admiralty, a Norn, spoke up.

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Priority One: Operation Indigo Recovery

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To: All Active Project Invicta Personnel

Objective: Recover Project Invicta personnel from enemy hands using any means necessary.

According to current investigation, the slave known as Sophyve Jarma (also known as Keren Lot #24601), Pilot First Class Orrella Jarma and possibly Auxiliary Dene White have been kidnapped, captured or killed by unknown enemy personnel.

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The Joker and the King: A Lokian Pirate Story.

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Spades walked to the door of King Juhado the Grudgebearer when he arrived and showed his bounty to the guards. They nodded and let him pass to the main corridor leading to the throne room of the mighty Lokian Pirate King.

 

When he entered the King’s court with the head of Mallochio a Tattoine Exchange Underboss the King, a Houk, heavily augmented with cybernetics, greeted him.

King: “Ah Spades!  Maybe you are worth the reputation you forged yourself after all.“ The King laughed.

Spades: “Forged?”

King: “your credentials appeared to be all fake my friend, but you did good work. To buy my forgiveness, you will do more work for me, unpaid. And then we shall see if I let you live.”

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An end, and new beginnings.

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<<Incoming Transmission: Ostilio Kilgar>>

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(The following transmission would be available through all channels within Project Invicta, and Clan Kilgar, on project and personal holo projectors.)

<<Incoming Transmission: Ostilio Kilgar>>

 

*Should you answer it, your holocommunicator will come to light, an outlined red holo-projection of a tall warrior clad in heavy armor, perhaps familiar to some. The figure seems to be pacing, his hands firmly grasped behind his back suddenly he speaks, a familiar voice, cold and with little emotion yet distorted somewhat by the trade mark helmet with a T-shaped visor.*



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Shadowed Thoughts

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A lot had been happening in the last few months. There had been her introduction into Project Invicta and meeting some of the crew there. She'd heard a lot over the comm channels. Learned a lot. Stalking the bridge of her ship, she kept looking at the starcharts, and shaking her head. From one silly flirtatious moment, and a very male instinct to protect, she'd wound up in a relationship with Dreh'pehs. It had also catapulted her into a situation that had, at first, been rather lucrative.

Bloodstained Tales

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Talyc just left Tattooine after meeting some jawa princess that is apparently part of the clan. He thought to himself the foul-mouthed disrespectful pirate knows nothing about clan and family, yet she feels she has the right to open her mouth and let the filth come pouring out because she has known Ost'ika for some time. Her empty and idle threats like some Aruetii di'kut that thinks she is entitled to some sort of respect and doesn't have to earn it. She claims to be here to learn to fight, and to seek shelter while the heat is on her skipper and her crew. Why would I respect and care about someone who treats clan like some sort of resort. This is a way of life, not for the half hearted to dabble in when they want. Ost'ika better not assign me to train her.


Ehn Alii'gai Tsad (The Alliance of Three Banners)

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Ostilio stood in an old abandoned hanger on the fleet with two like minded individuals before him. Both female warriors, clad in thick beskar plating, one to his left and one to his right. Their meeting was in secret and of great importance, the discussion of an alliance of clans brought the three mandalorian chieftens together. Sure all mandalorians were united under the will of Mand'alor...and more so the Resol'nare or six acts that bound them together... but not all clans worked together, the reputation of the mandalorians only recently recovered from the mandalorian wars. Not their eventual defeat, but their fall from honor. Forsaking the old ways of their ancestors and becoming butchers, and thieves. Many clans were still stuck in the ways of the neo-crusaders, forsaking honor to pillage, loot, and kill all in their path, clans that thirsted for another galactic crusade.

 

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*Evil Grin* Mhwahahaha Best kids book ever!

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I am definitely getting this for my niece and nephew

http://boingboing.net/2012/12/14/a-rule-is-to-break-a-childs.html

Basicly teaches them to think for themselves.

 

For people like me who grew up wathing Harlock (a Space Pirate who was also an obvious anarchist) this is pretty awsome. We can have another generation who will be a grain of sand in the social cog  :P

Not that I am completely anarchist myself but free thinking is soon gonna be the only freedom that remains, might as well teach the kids early  :)

 

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[ENCRYPTED/RESTRICTED CONTENT] FAO: Capt. Ziah'Synex, CEDF:SOG Command.

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[ENCRYPTED/RESTRICTED CONTENT] FAO: Capt. Ziah'Synex, CEDF:SOG Command


SENDER: Librarian Chald'Rikkah'Inrokini, Expeditionary Libary: Extra Territorial Affairs Division

 


[BEGIN MESSAGE_


Greetings Captain;


It is in earnest that I begin my search for relevant information regarding the doctor. However; I feel it prudent to inform you that due to prior obligations that cannot be disregarded for diplomatic reasons, I will be conducting my research remotely. I should like to think that this will not hinder my progress too greatly, though I offer my sincerest apologies should such a contingency arise.

With that proviso in place, I shall present my findings to you as and when they come to light.

_END MESSAGE]

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The Grudge - Part 3 - A Space Encounter

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 ((This Is starting where the previous part ended. The Skull had an encounter on its way to Ord Mantell. This made me realize that after more than a year RPing a Space Pirate, I almost never wrote about a space battle, So here is one.))

PART1

PART2



PART3

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Operation Purity:Prologue.

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Operation Purity:

Prologue.

 

40 years before the events, of the forming of the SOG and Operation Purity, Csilla, capitol world of the Chiss Ascendancy, there was a great uproar.

Doctor Uns'Aki’Nurrh, was one of the most brilliant scientists in the Ascendancy, specialising in genetics and eugenics.  He gained a great deal of fame and respect for his research in treating multiple forms of birth defects and abnormalities during foetal development.

He was hailed as a hero of science, but he wanted more.

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Last message from Henerkin to the ITC

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((Henerkin and his crew are leaving The Invicta Trading Company IC but will remain there OOC ))

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Status Report: Marked URGENT

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Addressed to his Grace, Count Noctifer of House Varn of Serenno

INCOMING MESSAGE:

File encrypted... run decryption sequence?

Acknowledged... decryption sequence initated...

ETA: Three hundred and sixty seconds... would you like to listen to some music while you wait?

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Message to Zorion from Henerkin.

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Zorion, you table flipper, got your ears on?

You best get a hold on Management soon, I dunno who they pissed off but this brought heat on all of us.

I'm sending this to you cause they don't seem to answer me anymore. Try not to hide it under a table.

A holo of the bounty is attached.
http://www.ordoinvicta.com/home/forums/submission-type/bounty-1000000-credits

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Bounty: Cancled. Client to owe Cancelation Fee of 750000

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:: The following holo poster would begin popping up at space terminals, public offices, and circulating through seedier establishments:: 

 

Name: Trixie Malone, AKA 'Trouble' AKA Trouble Malone

Age: Unknown. Estimated in between 18-23

Homeworld: Unknown. Likely worlds Corellia, Dantooine, Tatooine

Organisation: Invicta Trade Company

Known Associates: Capt. Touren Darish, Capt. Henerkin Eisley, Bordo the Hutt, Thrace Trall, (list of accociates seems extensive)

Be on the look out for: Freighter Class Star Ship: "The Lance", "The Skull", "Bones"

Bounty:

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A glimpse into the past III

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(( here is some more background with treize, one can only wonder how this all will play out if this specific project was ever discovered...))

 

The soft beeping of diagnostic devices echo through the lab as objects floated in small containers and screens flickered with information. The shuffle of feet with a slight whine of servos echoed loudly in the still room as a man with shoulder length, stringy and oiled looking white hair moved up to the kolto tank near the far end. His stark pure white eyes glinted with deranged excitement at the figure floating inside.

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50 Shades of Dreh

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Drehpehs slowly stretched has arms and back as he woke up from one of the most pleasant night's sleep in ages.Beside him Novah moaned slightly as her human pillow moved and she shifted slightly curling into him more closely and gave him a weak, sleepy hug.Dreh returned the embrace and kissed her on the top of her head before letting out a peaceful sigh and sliding out of bed to get ready for the day.He looked back at Novah smiling as he pulled on a shirt."Yep" he thought to himself "today was going to be a great day."

 

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A glimpse into the past II

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 The bridge was silent, he preferred it that way, no useless chatter. If there was one thing Vosse disliked, it was useless talking. His eyes scanned across the consoles; everything inworking order, no ships on scanner, holo net activity relatively silent...hold on.

He shifts and inputs the command code for the transmission coming in, listening to the soft whine of the holo projector coming to life and taking form of a symbol rather than a person.

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THE GRUDGE - Part2

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((This Is starting where the previous part ended.)

PART1




PART2

Henerkin looked at Dori and said "You know, sometimes, forgiveness is just not an option, what they did, just gotta get back to them. I might not be too keen about selling them as slaves for obvious reasons, but they will all dry up under the sun of Tatooine, I promise you that."

Dori: "Are they the same who took me from my family? I was not always a slave, you know? I remember Mom and Dad and that island where we lived on Ord Mantell. Can we go there someday to see them?"

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Attention all Auxiliaries

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To: All Auxiliaries

CC: Count Noctifer

 

This is a reminder that we are contracted by Count Noctifer strictly for combat situations. Outside of combat any orders are to come through me or Lieutenant Drehpehs. Any unauthorized commands should not be followed and reported to me as soon as possible.

 

Good hunting,

 

Poison

Auxiliary Commander, Project Invicta

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Cleaner One: Assassin Droid? Bounty Hunter? Organization?

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((This is an article found on the nar Shadda Holonet about a mysterious bounty hunter))


Cleaner One: Assassin Droid? Bounty Hunter? Organization? 


 

Fellow citizens of Hutt space, There is an interesting addition to the Hutt Cartel's card deck.Imagine a Bounty Hunter that delivers, takes his payment but you never see. Still the jobs are getting done clean and fast. One single shot to the head in most cases. How do we know ? Our sources were kind enough too show us some footage of the executions. Yes, they were all recorded. How would that be possible? A droid.

 

Call's picture

Records Public & Classified (Handler/Observer Needed)

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((Right, so, Vex'acius is my Empire main, but I figure I'll need a break from playing the crazy asshole every now and then. The only thing is this alt concept kind of requires someone to keep an eye on him. Could be another Agent, or a Sith assigned to observe as an outsider. So, I present to you...))

Caidin Lasker, Cybernetic Mind Slave

Brief Description
An automaton rebuilt and reprogrammed by Imperial scientists, it’s at times difficult to believe Lasker was ever human to begin with, as was their intent. Lasker’s badly scarred face is, by default, completely impassive. He speaks with a clipped Imperial accent, in a voice equally devoid of emotion. Though he’s an exemplary agent, he’s hardly a perfect construct. Every now and then the mask cracks, his voice wavers, and... that’s generally when he injects something directly into his neck.

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Having a Great Time, Wish You Were Here.

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I'm begining to miss Derry more and more Tongue Out

 

That is a rocket.  Juding by the direction it came from, we think it was an Isreali Iron Dome rocket, trying to shoot down an Hamas rocket.

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Coma

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((OOC: This is the first part of a Synthesis story.  The events take place alternating between events leading up to and during the Party Cruise.  I hope it isn't too confusing all the jumping around.  ))

 

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