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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 24, 2008 18:32:16 GMT -5
Abaddon was most talking to himself for a moment, while she went to check on Nebi. "Most people would think it's impossible, until it happens," said Shin. "And from mass independance comes mass war. And through mass war, the strong will take their hold, and the clever will be standing behind the strong. The Galaxy is about to find how easy to tear it really is."
From in her room, Nebi grunted a little, as a sign to come in. Her head hurt more then just badly. She had had one or two drinks of whatever Abaddon had given her, and it felt more like a full twenty four hours of having one of the most spectacular parties she would forget in the morning.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 24, 2008 18:49:38 GMT -5
Lady Natcha could feel the pain that Nebi was in. She walked over and sat on the side of her bed. "I could try to help you with that hangover, but I have only used the Force that way a few times. Would you like me to try?" Lady Natcha was serious; she had used the Force two times to break up the alcohol molecules into water molecules then using the Force extract the toxins components out of the body. This in turn solves the problem of dehydration and the other effects of the alcohol being broken down by the bodies systems. She had not perfected the skill, but it could at lease reduce the hangover.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 24, 2008 19:55:31 GMT -5
Nebi nodded a little. Gah, she felt bad. What kind of drink did Abaddon get her to drink? Because, whatever it was, she was going to slap him for it again.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 24, 2008 23:30:17 GMT -5
Lady Natcha placed her hand on Nebi's forehead. "Just take deep breaths and close your eyes. This is not going to feel good." Lady Natcha used the Art of Smallness and the Force to quickly identify the alcoholic molecule. She then created a protein which broke off all the excess chemicals from the water, and sent the chemicals to collect to collect in her lungs. As she did she found all the unwanted toxins from the drink and also sent them to the lungs. When all the chemicals had gathered deep in the lungs; she then within a fraction of a second she used the force to empty Nebi's lungs completely. She pushed the expelled air up into the filtration system so the toxins could not return to her body. This would leave her gasping for air for a minute or two, but she would start feeling better almost right away. Then Natcha reach into her thoughts and tricked Nebi's mind to believe it was not dehydrated any longer. "Where all done, but you well need to make sure you drink a lot of water." Natcha considered it a success and added the Art of Smallness to her ever growing list of useable power.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 24, 2008 23:54:26 GMT -5
Nebi stood up, and walked out. She went to Abaddon, and, using her rage to make her stronger, smacked him hard enough that he was slammed into a wall. He was amazingly alive, however. "I'd say I deserve that one, and probably a few more," he said. "Gladly," said Nebi, about to really brutally go at him.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 25, 2008 0:02:44 GMT -5
Lady Natcha pulled Nebi back and pushed her against the wall. It was not hard but enough to restrain her. "Relax Nebi, he is making sure we stay out of harm. If it was not for him we would be in a super-max prison." She looked at Nebi, "I wanted to kill him also after one of his goons attacked me, but I had more concerns then just ripping him apart atom by atom. We still got more pressing concerns." She still remembered Ja’ak’s face as he vanished. She then slowly let go of her to see if she would go swinging at him. She hoped all the training back when they meet would make it so she could let her rage at Abbadon go.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 25, 2008 1:14:06 GMT -5
Nebi had to breathe for a moment. "Fine," she said. "I'm fine. Just a moment of needing to whack him hard, is all." She was able to cool off easier, now. Abaddon stood and brushed himself off, looking quite calm.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 25, 2008 2:28:17 GMT -5
Lady Natcha walked up the cockpit of the ship and sat down in her chair. She figure it would be best if she brought Selene in. She looked over at Abbadon. "Come on, I don't know where to set my baby down or the landing codes if it has hanger doors." She did several scans of the planet as they approacted, hoping to be able to study them in more depth just incase they had a falling out with Abbadon.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 25, 2008 2:32:54 GMT -5
They lowered down toward the city, and were taken down. It was empty, now, although there use to be lots of people here. The place had an air of darkness to it. They landed in the hanger of Abaddon's palace. "Ah, home sweet home," said Abaddon.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 25, 2008 7:05:10 GMT -5
Lady Natcha was unimpressed that Abbadon lived in a palace. Growing up on Dathomir there where only villages which each tribe had homes in, but nothing to large. Then when she left Dathomir, she quickly got the Selene and like many of this time she called the ship home. She slowly got up out of her seat, "You males are all the same. Do you live in a palace because it is the only place large enough for your ego, or are you just compensating for another short coming?" Natcha said as she walked by him to head to her quarters. She did not plan to stay in the palace, but instead continue to live on Selene. She had everything she would ever need on the ship, all her stuff was already onboard, and as sad as it sounded it was her oldest friend. Lady Natcha got to her room, walked in, but she left the door cracked to that people knew she did not require privacy. She pulled out one of her many books and began to study it. It was a book written by Marka Ragnos and it concerned the abilities to store the Force.
Meanwhile above Myrkr…
Cele brought the Zenth Law; her custom build fighter, into the docking bay of the space station orbiting Myrkr. She quickly got off while droids scurried to do maintenance on her craft. Cele headed to her private office to work out the best way to stop the Sith from coming to power. When she got there she found an assistant standing there. “What is it Mich?” It always shocked low level employees when someone of Cele status knew there names.
Mich held out a datapad. “Ma’am, this just came down from the boys up in Market Research, Section Two. They said you would want to see it right away.” He looked nerves as Cele took the datapad and glanced at it.
Cele looked up from the datapad. “Thank you Mich. If you well excuse me, I got a ton of work to do.” Cele smiled and walked into her office. She closed the door behind her. This would stop the majority of employees that did not know the true nature of Architect Manufacturing and Shipping. She placed the datapad on her desk and sat down. “So, someone blew up the Senate Chambers.” She would normally expect the Sith to be behind something like this, but they where not far enough into the power grabbing stage to want anything like this to happen. She pushed a button on the communication holoprojector. The image of a man in a suit came up. “Joram, I want our own Investigation Team to look into the Senate Chamber and Senator Home bombings. I need a full report in a week. I want all information; even if it seems unconnected, and money is not object.” The last phrase got him attention; because unlike other CEO of companies, when Cele said money is not important everyone knew she wanted it to be done right. He confirmed the order and she turned off the projector. She then leaned back in her chair and thought what was the goal that blowing up the Senate Chambers would help achieve. Cele realized that when the data arrived she would need to use the Maw Fortress Central computer and possible several other smaller mainframes networked to get a quality answer. She then ordered shipping of heavy equipment and building supplies to start getting shipped to Courascant while Scrap metal should start being exported in large quantities. This would prompt the reconstruction of the Senate Chamber and provide the need economical platform for Courascant to recover from such a blow.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 25, 2008 16:32:37 GMT -5
Abaddon chuckled. "This isn't my castle," said Abaddon. "My personal base since I found it, but not my castle. Actually, the man who made this castle is possibly one of the stronger cases of 'Force possession' aside from you. This place was made by Christopher Enyar. Heard of him?"
Meanwhile, across the Galaxy, something was happening. A great, many things. "My lord Blogga, if the Republic concentraits too much time into this effort, this might be the time to spread our Empire even further. It won't just be Hutt Space anymore, it could become "Hutt Galaxy"." This was said by one of Blogga the Hutt's top advisors, who also happened to, not by chance, be a D.D. Member.
"Mandalore, this could become our newest campain to conquer," said a female Mandalorian. "For honor, glory, and all that Mandalore stands for." It was not by chance that this too was a D.D. member. And Mandalore, under his helmet, was smiling.
All over the Galaxy, multiple Empires and Orginisations that were not of the Republic, were slowly seeing opperatunity in the Republic's confusion without leadership. And meanwhile, more bombings were happening, but this time, on Republic weaponries, armories, training camps, and every Republic military power resource. Not all would be destroyed, but enough to make the prospect of toppling the Republic more alluring to certain other governments, orginisations and criminal empires.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 25, 2008 19:12:38 GMT -5
Lady Natcha thought about the name as she read. She could not recall any holocrons or writings which he produced therefore, she had never head of that Enyar. She continued to study. Something however kept catching her eye. It was the Book of Law from her village back on Dathomir. She had taken it by force when she was a Sith Apprentice to show her master she had no connections with the people of her past. She summoned it to her hand and started to flip through the pages. She focused on the rear pages where clan information was stored. She thought she might be able to find some information on her father, sense she could not keep Abbadon's comment out of her head.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 25, 2008 19:34:01 GMT -5
"I didn't think so," he said. "Chris might have been rather large scale, but still not many remember that name. But gah, I do. Every D.D. member does." He thought for a moment. "D.D. Member 003 Christopher "The Silent Massacre" Enyar. Specialty: Infiltration, Takeover, Annihilation, Data Collection." Abaddon had gone by the file from memory. "Christopher Enyar was the most powerful Enyar aside from one other. His talents included using the Force to drain the life out of his victums, sustaining himself, using the Force to manipulate the form and abilities of a large number of different creatures, and using Force possession. He was of a same sense of sanity as most Chimeras are known to be. He had multiple personality syndrome. At the age of seven, he was able to set of the deaths of Alu Enyar and Cain Enyar at their own hands, and killing his mother, Rain Starrom with his own blade. At the age of twelve, he found and lost his first love, making him unleash Force Possession for the first time on the person who killed her. At the age of fifteen he lost his multiple personality syndrome, and become a simply cruel and sadistic, although not without a sense of rationality. At the age of sixteen, he joined the D.D. And, at the age of one hundred and five, he betrayed the D.D. and disappeared. Within his years as a D.D. member, he single handedly took over Byss, even if no one remembered it happening, and reduced it's population down to what it is now: 0. He was particularly remembered by D.D. for the Simple fact that his personality from Force Possession to normal were exactly the same."
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 25, 2008 20:56:40 GMT -5
Lady Nachta continue to look in the book and listening to Abbadon describe the brutality of Chris. It seemed to her that her father did not really find anything until it came to breath records where was just a name of ther father Pryaty Hnos and status as slave. She looked back in the book and found nothing else. "My father was Smortar Spoyth, did you ever hear of him or was he a slave like this states." She figured he was a slave, the name did not jump out to her.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 25, 2008 21:04:03 GMT -5
Abaddon thought for a moment. "Not that I know of," said Abaddon. "Although, it's an odd name. Almost like an obvious false name, or a name in a different language."
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