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Post by bruinfamer on Apr 4, 2009 23:44:04 GMT -5
With a stunned look on his face, the Ambassador finally let out a smile then poured Jor some ale. Giving it to him, the Ambassador finally spoke. "What makes you think I don't know anything? From our intel reports, the two Republic fugitives have fled to you. Hell they even violated Republic Airspace when they blew past out defense fleet. Is that suspicious enough?"
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Post by MikDaTv on Apr 7, 2009 12:48:44 GMT -5
Jor accepted the glass of ale and brought it to his lips but before he drank any of it he lashed out and smashed the glass against the senators forehead. "i'll give you suspicious. I got it right here." Jor said, standing up.
He drew his blade and looked at the senator. A krayt dragon and a Republic senator, two very illustrious deaths to be for one blade, especially for it's first kills. He looked at the blade and then back to the senator. He stopped himself from killing the man and put the blade back in it's sheath. Killing the senator would only complicate matters for him, and his double in this universe.
"My friend, you owe a man who looks a lot like me your life." He said before turning. Not bothering to open the door he kicked it open. "Your boss is a lightweight, you better go see to him" he said to the body guards as he passed by them.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jul 3, 2009 9:24:17 GMT -5
It's been a few days travel for Oron, who was on leave from the Republic Navy. He had a lot going through his mind and needed something to take it off. A vacation, that's what he needed. He had heard about a place on Tatooine called Mon Jeta de Vida, where the rich resides on the outskirts of Tatooine, guarded by armed personal from the sinister hands of the species residing in the outlying cities. Oron's ship leapt out of hyperspace and began its approach towards the planet.
Entering the atmosphere, the sun was already beginning to set, the lights from Mos Eisley being seen in the distance. Jasirm's death was still struck on Oron's head, along with the ignorance on Ash's part. Sometimes, Oron thought, that Ash would always try and go Rambo, trying to act like the hero in every way. That wouldn't last long, he'd eventually get shot by a freaking drunk.
Oron's ship touched down on a landing pad inside the guarded city. Oron walked down the ramp where a security guard was waiting.
"Welcome, Lieutenant Oron. A limo is waiting to take you to your hotel." said the guard.
"Alright, thanks." said Oron, flipping a credit to the guard as he left the hangar. The limo driver was waiting at the passenger door and when he saw Oron around the corner, opened it for the Lt. The driver would take Oron to his hotel, where he had the top floor reserved for him.
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Post by Ragasaurus-Rex on Jul 3, 2009 10:51:00 GMT -5
Tycen jumped to the desert world of tatooine where apparently there was more sand then on Terra, Finding the Epyon to be more of a ship then he thought Tycen heard footsteps coming from behind him and when he turn his head to see who was there he was greeted by his sister, Tina, who began to speak in the same bland tone she always used Tycen looked back out the window on the command deck.
"Tycen why are we here?" she ask looking around the bridge, "There is nothing here according to reports."
"There is always something somewhere Tina." Tycen answered while spinning around in his chair so to come face to face with her, and before he could say anything else was stopped by her.
"That still doesn't tell me why where here?" Tycen got up from his chair and took a few steps towards Tina.
"I don't know exactly why were here i just have this feeling...lets just leave it at that." he walked towards the comm unit and held down the button to the hanger, "Have the Exia ready i want to go down, Also make sure my swoop bike is onborad it." He turned to face Tina again, you'll be in charge of Epyon while i"m gone."
"You mean like an acting captain?"
"Yes an "Action Captain."
About half an hour later Tycen had landed on the sand world of Tatooine that seemed to be so much like Terra, But one of the biggest differences being the sand here was something more of yellow while on Terra they were all white.
Tycen on his swoop bike drove into a settlement with rich estates, popular and expensive bars and restaurants, and space port much bigger then he thought they would be on this planet-now he wished he's landed the ship closer. Tycen stopped randomly in front of a hotel what it was about this place he didn't know but was getting tired of driving around, He got off the bike and walked into the hotel where there was a open bar Tycen took a seat and ordered a drink with a feeling of there being something for him here.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jul 3, 2009 13:14:02 GMT -5
Oron only had one thing of luggage that was to go to his room. Not many clothes, just some stuff he thought he could use while on his vacation. The limo pulled up to the front of the hotel where a chauffeur was waiting. He opened the door and Oron stepped out, taking in the nice cooling breeze and noting his surroundings. There was a bar to his left, the main doors to the hotel in front of him, and to the right was the long strip of casinos, stores, hotels, and other things stretching down Mon Jeta de Vida.
"Just take this bag to my room, please." Oron said, pulling his bag out. As the chauffeur took the bag, Oron gave him a credit and walked into the bar. He needed a drink. Walking in, there were many species, already drunk and some of the males had over sized ladies next to them. Filthy whores. Oron shook his head at the young lads thinking they were the shit and sat down at the bar, ordering a Corellian Ale.
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Post by Ragasaurus-Rex on Jul 3, 2009 14:03:04 GMT -5
After only a few minutes at the bar a man clearly older then Tycen sat beside Tycen on his left side, Judging by the way he carried himself even when setting Tycen could tell he was and had been in the military for a while and surely had some combat Experience, Not that Tycen wanted to start a fight with some random guy its just he always sized up people even it a bar like this.
A little later Tycen now on his second drink, a extremely drunk guy in the bar setting beside Tycen started asking him for money, Apparently his girlfriend had left with all the credits and credcards leaving him without a ride, Without Credits, And without any common sense, After telling him no, the man started to pick a fight trying to make Tycen persist, Knowing that this would lead nowhere Tycen asked the man to leave peacefully to which he answered with his fist hitting Tycen dead center of his face, Tycen's temper now heated and feeling more then a little annoyed would give the baboon one more chance to walk away.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jul 4, 2009 14:52:46 GMT -5
The bartender slid the ale down to Oron, who extended his hand and grabbed the drink, chugging it in an instance. Next to him, there was a guy who was being harassed by a drunken goer. The drunk hit the guy in the face, catching Oron's attention.
"For the love of..." Oron broke off as he stood up from his seat and grabbed the drunk be the neck. "Apologize."
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Post by Ragasaurus-Rex on Jul 4, 2009 19:53:12 GMT -5
The drunk grabbed the new man's hand trying to remove it from his neck, who was this guy anyway interfering with the scuffle he had with the other man when it was none of his business, After trying for a few seconds to get him off the drunk clearly saw that he was to strong, But he was smarter-at least he thought he was.
"OY! How i'm am going to do that when i can't even brea- breathe!" The drunk spoke much louder then he needed and his breath smelt so badly of alcoholic one could almost become intoxicated just from smelling it, He began pulling again at his arm trying to get him off.
While this was happening Tycen rubbing his cheek as if it would relieve him of the pain watched what was unfolding in front of him knowing now his instinct about this man were-at the vary least-closer to what he thought about him being military.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jul 4, 2009 21:29:40 GMT -5
"Oh, right." Oron threw the man out the sliding doors, almost knocking over some new comers. Turning around, he saw the guy who got hit in the face rub his cheek. "You okay?" he asked, taking another sip of his ale.
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Post by Ragasaurus-Rex on Jul 4, 2009 22:57:46 GMT -5
The drunk fell out the door landing on his back, He got up quickly and said some more then unwelcoming words before deciding it wasn't worth it and walked away.
"Fine." Tycen said sitting down at the bar again, "The name is Tycen, By the way." He took a sip from his red colored druink, "Thanks for the help." Tycen looked at the holo screen when giving his thanks-it wasn't something he did often.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jul 5, 2009 20:32:45 GMT -5
Oron glanced over at the man called Tycen, nodding in acknowledgment. "That's what a Republic soldier does, and I know what you are thinking. I am a military man, you can say. Just can't really talk about what I do." Oron chugged his drink and spun his chair around. "So tell me, how'd you hear about this place?"
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Post by Ragasaurus-Rex on Jul 5, 2009 21:07:57 GMT -5
Tycen felt a bit calmer knowing his instincts were right it made him feel he could count on himself, He looked over at the man who help him out, And even though Tycen could handle some drunk he still appreciated the aid and so would answer his questions.
"I didn't really hear anything about it, Just kind of had a feeling i needed to be here..." Tycen trailed off wondering if that instinct was right, Then snapping out of it he look at the military man, "Whats your name anyway?" Tycen took another drink from his glass.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jul 7, 2009 2:22:04 GMT -5
"Name's Oron," he said, looking up at the image of a Jedi flash on the holonet, the large tv catching everyone's attention. Murmurs circulated as the speech echoed through the barroom. [glow=red,2,300]Thisis a wake up call to everyone out there. This republic is not what it used to be, what it should be. Many of you know this. Chancellor Sourne has violated the Republic constitution, by declaring Martial Law on Coruscant, and personally ordering the unprovoked bombardment of Myrkr. The Senate has become nothing more then a puppet government to the whims of one man, the very opposite of what the Republic is supposed to represent.
We Represent those oppressed Civilians on Coruscant. Those colonists on Myrkr. Those worlds who's representation in the government they love has been dissolved into a mockery of what it should be. We walk in the dark places no others will enter. We stand on the bridge so that no one may pass. We Live by the Force, we Die by the Force. So that others may live. We are the Rebelion to restore the Republic. We are the Army of Light.
No Dictator, No invader, can hold an imprisoned population by force of arms Forever. There is no greater power in the Universe, then the need for freedom. Against that power, Governments, Tyrents and Armies cannot stand. The Sith have learned this many times before. We, the real Jedi, will teach it to them again. Though it take weeks, months, or years you... we, will be free. [/glow] After that, the holonet suddenly switched back to its original programming, the murmurs in the bar growing louder and louder. "What the fuck..."
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Post by Ragasaurus-Rex on Jul 7, 2009 6:19:20 GMT -5
"Nice to-" Tycen was cut off by the holo screen with the jedi giving a speech about how corrupt the republic was.
After he was through and the screen returned to its standard programing Tycen looked away, "What's that all about?" Tycen turned to face the man who identified himself has Oron, "Wasn't that Jor Halcyon?" he asked Oron almost sure it was.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jul 8, 2009 10:21:09 GMT -5
There had been rumors around the base at Coruscant that there were rebels in the area, but they were just rumors. Oron was stationed in space so the chances of he and the rest of Reaper Squadron being deployed were slim, unless there was a high speed chase of course. Oron didn't give a rats ass about whether the Republic was corrupt or not, it was his duty to protect those he serves. Turning to Tycen, he leaned his right arm on the bar stool.
"It seems to me that someone is trying a coup de tat on Coruscant right now, and from my guess, everyone who has their holonet on has just seen this speech." said Oron in a quiet tone. When Tycen asked if that was the one they call Jor Halcyon, Oron didn't recognize the name. "I haven't the faintest idea."
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