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Alderaan Campaign: Intro

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Attn: Count Noctifer, Kreele, Ostillio, Ratlash and the rest of Project Invicta. 

From: Lady Synthesis: Imperial Reclamation Services: Alderaan Branch

Honor among killers

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[abit of stories leading up to her joining Invicta... :D enjoy]

NaNo 5: When the music stops, part 4

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The tapping woke her. Noctifer stood at the console at the foot of her bed. She sat up and winced. "Bah... hoping it was all a bad dream. Hello Nocty... or would you prefer, Greetings Your Grace?"

She poked at her feet. "Hmm, I cannot tell. What is the prognosis? Will they recover? Seriously, letting your cousin get frostbitten. Was that really necessary Nocty?" Warily Rafy, tread warily. You are in the nexu's den now. And by the looks of things back on Serenno. Varn palace... the winter palace?

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Path of Rage: Cold Hate and Icy Rage

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((content warning: violence and torture, breif but may be disturbing to some.  A touch of Lavaeus at work.))

NaNo 4: When the music stops, part 3

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Forced into this kneeling position as she was, she realised that she could no longer feel her feet, nor indeed her shins or the front of her knees. A flurry of snow that mimicked the lack of clarity in her brain... through both she came up with a random different tack to try. "Remember Noctifer, it might be unwise to provoke an incident. The Carlyle sweeteners are needed in processing your agricultural produce." But the wind whipped away her words and she realised that Noctifer was staring forward not at her now.

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Chiss Studies and Observations Group

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From: The Office of Syndic Tor’Thrawl, CEDF, Defence Fleet


To: The Count Noctifer of House Varn of Serenno, Pater Familias of House Sanguis, Grand Master of the Watchful Order of the Shrouded Dawn


Subject: CEDF Studies and Observations Group


Body: My most esteemed ally, Count Noctifer’Varn


I have received the proposal from yourself and Capt. Ziah’Synex, and she has consulted me personally as to the validity of the operation. Due to the benefits which would bestow both our parties, I have approved the operation, and will be assigning a formal group, heretofore known as the Studies and Observations Group, within your organization to be placed under your usage and command.


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Kidnapped

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(I'm not new to writing, but new to this whole RP thing, so be gentle with me, k? :P)

"Can you hear anything," she heard her sister whisper.

 

NaNo 3: When the music stops, part 2

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It was the cold that cut through the drugs they had given her. Icy blasts, flakes landing on her eyelashes, the wind cutting through her unsuitable clothing, the chill of hardpacked snow under her from knees to toes. It took a moment for her mind to clear, to register the slave collar round her neck, the bindings about her wrists. She blinked, seeing a purple and silver robe before her. Purple and silver, certainly not jedi colours. Sheesh, you're not at a fashion show now, Rafy. Focus!

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"Once Upon A War"

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Chapter 16: "The Final Bound"

 

NaNo 2: When the music stops, part 1

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"Thank you for coming, Scouter."

"See now, I can explain."

He looked up sharply from his datapad at the smiling woman, always ready with a snappy retort. Some might say she dressed snappily too. Far too finely for a lowly freighter pilot, in blue and impractical white.

"Then you do know what this is about?"

"It's like this. Ateya hired me knowing I'm a party animal. I get a bit of leeway. I get the jobs done, all of them. One or two maybe a couple of days late is all."

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A glimpse into the past...

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((Some back story to wonder about that I thought would be an interesting bit to share...))

 

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Sacuro's Log - Reassigned-

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((with the Chiss vibe going after reading some other peoples stuff and a lot of the information online I wanted to make a proper Chiss, or as close to one as I can manage.  So introducing Raith’Sacuro’Nuruodo.  Enjoy))

 

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Synex: Mission Complete

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(This is a very long, very wordy, over indulgent story.)

(The purpose of this story, is to bring an end to the first chapter of Synex’s RP life, and transition into the second chapter.  More than that, it explains what she was doing in the Imperial Navy for five years, and what has brought about the changes with her, and tells of the beginning of the new Chiss group within Project Invicta.)

(It also gives an unfiltered view of her outlook on Humans, the Sith, the Empire, and life in general.  You’re also rewarded at the end with a glimpse into Synex’s personal past.)

(For those of you that are bored enough to sit through all this, I hope you enjoy.)

(La Trix)

NaNo 1: the pilot's first kill

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As part of NaNoWriMo, some snippets from my characters' lives as they have played out the past 6 months since I started SWToR.

 

 

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Can You Really Come Home?

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((a little follow up and a bit more background for my Chiss, she also appears in a couple of other stories as a supporting character.  Enjoy))

The echo of her footfalls echoed in the corridor as Jaakra made her way back toward the speeder landing pad.  This had been the first time in over five years she had set foot in Imperial Intelligence HQ.  She had come under the pretense of a job and had gotten far more than she’d bargained; far more.

Ghostshadow: ( Am'ina Intro and Story. ) Part 1

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One Year Ago – Geonosis (Also known as Geonosia to natives)

                Solar Winds whipped the sand up off the planet’s surface. In another few hours, all would be calm again. In the distance, the hum and whine of gears and machinery churned from the droid factory. Here within the carved in enclave of a home was the House of  Galin, a sith family sent to represent  the Empire’s interests with Genosia.  Lord  Fa’lin Rhecor was the patriarch of the respective house, with his wife,  Thi’leyre at his side.

A encrypted appearing on a series of

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To whom it may concern...

Recently the Ascendency has confirmed the existance of small private organization funded by the Imperial hierarchy previously unkown to our society. We believe that our considerable resources and specially trained forces may be of assiatance to this organization. 

The treaty of Cisilla has placed certain requirements upon the Ascendency in exchange for the Imperials support. One of those requirements placed upon us is to provide professional and expert personale within the Empire and as we have no currently established representitive within this society we have sought as always to improve our service to the Empire.

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Jedi Hunter

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Bounty Hunters are known for many things and just as many names, but the one title that strikes fear more than any other is "Jedi Killers". Many a hunter pride themselves for their ability to fight against even defeat Jedi, but one such gun for hire takes it to a higher level. 

Torkas Sheridan has a growing reknown for being the prime example of a "Jedi Killer". Always taking the iconic Lightsaber hilt from each kill, the vast number she has already accquired would make a Sith bow in respect ( Though never happens). Jedi Masters, Council Leaders, Battlemasters, Sages, Guardians, even lowly apprentices have fallen to the feet of this unflinching Warrior. The living embodiment of ancient Amazons, Torkas takes almost a sick pleasure in killing those with the Force.

Her outright hatred for all Jedi came from a single devistaing event when she was a mere child.

Silence...

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                Ti’arial sat back in her chair, switching off the holoviewer, pausing for a moment in reflection. Flipping back her hood, the confines of the Fury class Starship suddenly seemed claustrophobic to her.  It was rare that she had moment where her thoughts relapsed back to her time in a collar. But lately, she was finding it harder and harder to integrate into free society.  It was however, the gravelly voice of the  Dashade on board that brought her out of her  memories.

                “That Sith speaks with lies on their tongue.  That is no master, but an enemy, Little Sith”

Unfortunate truth.

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((Please forgive formating not sure why it did that... maybe google docs screwed it, either way should be readable))

 

The rumble of a ship had grown to be a comfortable sound for him, he slept better,

and felt he could relax while he traveled, it was a time he could be himself... The time

he focused on being himself, reminding himself which was show and which was real.

Laying awake in bed, the cabin lights were dimmed to the point of being easily confused

with off, but were dim enough to that he could see outlines of the room.

 

When the bed shifted under him he could not help but smile, as he rolled over and

draped his arm around the sleeping form of his wife. Unconscious and oblivious to the

world she still burrowed herself into him finding a more comfortable spot. For a moment

he was happy, relishing in the simpleness of the moment as he rested his head on her

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The Rescue

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((a story giveing a bit of a reintroduction to a few of mine and Jela's characters that came from a bit of inspiration from just before I stared playing again.  Enjoy.))

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Transfer Request

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::sent to the attention of Count Noctifer of house Varn::

Your Grace;

My work out here on Alderaan is yeilding wonderous discoveries and results I can not wait to share these with you and will do so soon.  In the mean time I understand that you have in your employee a wonderous linguist and researcher Lady Eimear.  I would so love to have her assigned under me on this project.  I believe her wealth of knowledge would speed the discoveries we are finding as well as grant her the chance of a life time to experience this wonderous setting.  I hope you find it in yourself to see the worth of this endevour and grant me this request, I know you will not be disapointed in the results.  Should you agree, please have Lady Eimear report to House Thul, I will arrange for her accomidations and transport out to the various sites. 

Thank you in advance Your Grace;

Yours forever in the force, Synthesis

The New Acquisition

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          The soft click of a hatch opening nearby, brought the  apprentice into  wakefulness.  The  grinding of metal as  clamps met with hull sounding loudly on the  shuttle's  frame. The grey eyes of the  rattataki  had  already begun to change.  Unlike most who left  the Sith academy,  the  former slave had found a true calling in the  use of healing with the force.  That very  talent was  tied to  compassion, so if she wished to serve the Empire, she had to remain meek, and docile in mind and action.

          Ti'arial's  tie to the force,  had little  influence from the dark side. That  influence was simply  because she had lived under Imperial control her whole life, and knew,  loyalty  was rewarded.  If she had chosen to defect,  she was wise  enough to know she would have been killed  quickly  since her talents rested in   the mending of body and mind.

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Bounty Hunter Boards/Imperial Intelligence Notices

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An old posting on the bounty hunter board resurfaces.  The reward? 500,000 credits:

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Shandi "Predi" Vitaan's Arrest

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(( Slight NSFW. Contains talk of sexual acts. )

 

 Shandi Vitaan stood at the front of the elevator, waiting patiently as she hummed to herself. She heard footsteps coming up from behind her. Shandi paid no attention to them, why would she?, being on the Imperial Fleet gives a person no reason to be paranoid. The Imperial Officer coughed, "Shandi Vitaan?" Shandi spoke without looking back, she corrected him with a degrading tone, it was amplified in tone and harshness with her breather. "Do not know who you are talking to? My name's 'Predi'." He became agigated. "I am Lieutenant Jol Thek. You are hearby under arrest, Sergeant Shandi Vitaan".

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Recorded message sent to Ateya, Touren and Trixie about The ITC chanel leaking to the Imperials.

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*Recorded message sent to Ateya, Touren and Trixie*

"Howdy! Henerkin here. y'all might wanna change the company's holo frequency, cause it has a leak. Recently, when Rafy got taken by the Imps, they could log into that frequency.

As for Rafy, they said they would trade her for the admiral I have in carbonite. I accepted the deal. They should contact me  soon.

I'll keep radio silence from now on until its patched and I'll have Camoni looking up into that leak.

And if it ain't a leak, its a rat, and if it's a rat, we`ll be much obliged to settle the score.

y'all be safe.

Over and out."

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A note posted on the Invicta Trade Company door (IC)

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A tattered piece of parchment is nailed to the door of the Invicta Trade Company... nailed by the claw of a Skirtt.

It reads:

Greeting Humans, and the like...

I've met a few of you on my adventures into the Human lands. Strange lot... but amusing none the less.

While traversing the plains, it dawned on me the many dangers that lurk about. Ones where someone of less knowledge of the hunt could easily be taken off gaurd.

Though my instincts are to hunt alone, I find an internal vibe to help those in need. Maybe the Spirits of my ancestors are guiding me to this.

As such, I offer my services to the lowly souls who seek to explore the lands of Tyria. My might brings fear to my foes, and my blade has split many a challengers limbs.

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Barnardine's Mandolin

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Barnardine, the mandolin playing Mando, shares a little story about her meeting with Ostillio.

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