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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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A Belsavis Extraction - part 2 (FINAL)

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((This is how Nades got recruited in Henerkin's crew and how War`hal died))

 

Following the previous episode: A Belsavis Extraction - part 1

 

The Crew was held there by the guards for about an hour while the Warden was trying to contact Touren or Ateya. Eventually, he received an answer on his pad.

"Dear Warden Simmons,

I am Lady Ateya Julii of Alderaan.  CFO of Invicta Trade Co.  I can assure you, that both these men, and all members of their crew, are protected by authorised letters of mark and reprisal, issued by the senate, and ministry of commerce.

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A formal letter to Invicta Trade Company (IC)

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((OOC: This is a post RP of the IC meeting I had with Agoris, and how Lady Diamentes now has ties to Invicta Trade))

Captain Agoris-

I was informed by my daughter that you have a large shipping company, able to move vast amounts of cargo safely across the lands of Tyria.

I would like to propose an offer to you. One that I hope both of us will prosper from with astounding riches.

As my daughter told you, I am the Baron to a large diamond mining facility within Kytra. My predicament is finding a versatile methods of exporting my goods to the other various regions. I believe you could be the solution to this problem.

The tales of my daughters adventures and endeavours with such a fine gentelman have proven your worthiness to fufill such a noble deed as this.

Beach Party in Lion's Arch

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High Society
Beach Party in Lion's Arch



Greetings,

Lady Erikah would like to cordially invite you to an evening party near the shores of Lion's Arch for an evening of gallivanting on Saturday, the 6th of October at 8:00 pm EST. The event will be held near the shoreline. Casual attire is encouraged.

Yours,
~Erikah



OOC Information (too long didn't read version):

Where: Beach of Lion's Arch (map below)
Who: Lady Erikah of Divinity's Reach
When: October 6th (Saturday) at 8 pm EST


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From the desk of Lord Synthesis: Attn Apprentice Jay

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Synthesis sat in her small office bent over her desk, a datapad in her hand.  Although she stared at the device her vision was elsewhere, replaying the evenings events.  The night had started off well enough, she had called her new Apprentice Jay to meet her on Alderaan where she explained to him that together they were going to retrieve an ancient artifact that she had learned had fallen into the hands of an ignorant Lord.  The 'attack' on the stronghold had a secondary purpose though, Synthesis planned on taking this time to evaluate her new apprentice and gauge his abilities and loyalty. 

 

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A Belsavis Extraction - part 1

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The Skull and the Crossbones were in the Belsavis orbit with their crew planning their stay. They took a job to go inside the prison and help fixing a gang problem. The Blood of Talath, the most violent Rattataki gang, were at it again with explosives and were threatening the wilderness outposts. They had to find who among the Rattataki was building the bombs and get rid of him, a simple bounty hunting jog for the most part. Simple until Camoni found out who it was. The target was called Nades inside the walls, he was an explosive expert and one of the most respected Blood of Talath member. He also happened to be a native of Belsavis, meaning that he was there because of his ancestors and technically, did not commit any crime against the Republic to get there. That made Henerkin smile with that killer smile he usually has when he is up to something.

The Long Road to Revenge - part 1

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(( This started as a background for my main char Aed'n as a kick off point for joining the ITC. It's longer than I'd planned, I guess I got a bit carried away with it but I figure the more you put in at the start the more options you have later for a story. Thanks for reading and I hope you don’t die of old age or boredom before the end . Comments are always welcome ))

 

 

He leaned back in the shadows, his eyes scanning the bar. Blinking hard he cycled through vision modes, UV, Infrared, back to visual. Everything seemed clear, at least the damn cyber implants worked he mused, even if they did itch like hell.

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Evie Inwudu

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((This is a little piece of Evie's history from before she was adopted by the Korsakov family.  I didn't have as much time as I would have liked but what the hell, right?  Here it is...))

 

 

Something was wrong-

 

The thought hovered just outside conscious thought.

 

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Frist post in Officers mess!

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HAH! First post cause I'm das boss here. MUHAHAHAHA! 

*Wait's for Nocts snarky comment to deflate his ego cause that's what Noct does best to this poor poor marine*

 

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Captain Agoris Korsakov, A History

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Name: Agoris Korsakov

Age: Aproximately 25

Parents: Lord Edward Korsakov and Lady Maria Korsakov of Kryta

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Borin in Queensdale to a farmer and his wife who were killed serving in the Charr war. Though he doesn't know this he's only known his parents who raised him sense he was three. They are a noble house who are famed for supplying most of Kryta with their spirtis and ale. They own some farmland out in Queensdale and are part owners of several of the ale houses and Pubs accross Kryta. Unable to have children of their own they are also famous for adopting children lost in wars and other misfortunes. Their oldest, Agoris, now runs the face of the company and trust him to keep their orphanage and other efforts going around Kryta and beyond. 

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The Dark Journey

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  In an enclave, hidden away in the jungle outside of Kaas City, two robed men watched as several younglings practiced various Force techniques. Their attention was centered on a girl, her blue eyes closed tightly in concentration as she attempted to move a boulder the size of a landspeeder. Torrun leaned to whisper to Elder Jhorval. "Do you think she might be the one?"

  The older man contemplated the young girl, eyes widening slightly as the boulder quivered and rose an inch before settling back to the ground with a heavy thud. "The Force is incredibly strong in that one. True, she is young, but did you see that? Children her age are just learning to move rocks the size of your head and she was able to budge something weighing a ton..."

  Torrun nodded. There wasn't a member of the Order of Revan who hadn't been impressed with the abilities of Tamsu.

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Message available through the ITC channels and some Republic aligned underworld channels.

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Chiss needed for information about Csilla*

 

About:

- Accessibility by outsiders?

- Underworld?

- Laws?

 

Paying well.

 

Contact:

Henerkin Eisley.

 

*You will not have to go there yourself if you can't.

 

Tython and the Jedi Order

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(reposted from the blog area)

 

Tython and the Jedi Order

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A Hutt on his tail...

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((Those of you who hang out on Nar Shaddaa, Imperial or Republic, could have seen or heard about that scene, feel free to use it))

 

The crew of The Skull was kicking back a Red Light District cantina on Nar Shaddaa. Some were gambling, some were enjoying

good company and Henerkin was sitting in a dark corner sipping a very rare bland of vintage Wyrren straight from the bottle.

The day was going without any troubles beside a fight here and there, the usual in that den of spacers, spicheads and scum.

When someone tapped on Henerkin's shoulder again, he thought it was another junky picking up a fight, so he turned back and muttered "Alright, what now" Obviously annoyed.

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A stranger in a new world...

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Skar'lytt enters her ship, and with frustration throws her gear across the room.

"E chu ta!!", she yells

Her friend (Mako) comes down from the cockpit area and asks "What's wrong, girl?... you sound mad."

"Je have hard tee-tocky say Basic. Make others give strange face. Make je nobata happy.", Skar replies.

"Hey now, no need to get upset. Remember my first time speaking Huttese to you?"

Skar chuckles, "Uba call Ulwan koochoos. Je save uba du Wooky pateesa. "

"That smuggler was our bounty, remember?. Yeah, I called him an idiot. And I didn't see  his Wookie friend until it popped up from behind that crate"

Skar bursts into laughter.

"Laugh all you want, hon. Just remember who's doing most of the talking for you on Kaas with those Imperials"

"D'emperiolos are stupas."

"Fools, maybe... but they pay the bills here."

Skar sighs, then replies, "Yeah, Oto moulee-rah."

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