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Topic Started: Jun 9 2009, 02:48 AM (680 Views)
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Original Poster: Adam Vren

Adam picked his jaw up off the floor when Ra winked at him. The ship was huge and he had seen nothing of its grandeur before. While he was immersed in his viewing of the ship he heard the exchange between Calin and Ra. It seemed like Calin didn't trust Ra, though Adam could not fathom why. Ra had been a successful leader so far, noone had gotten hurt and here they were looking at a giant warship that was to be their new method of transportation.

It took a couple more seconds but Adam managed to calm himself so he could think about what he observed. The conflict that was potentially shaping up would not be good. On one side would most likely be Calin and Jesera the other would be Ra and himself. Adam knew where his loyalties lay, and he suspected that Jesera was never excited to be in this situation with Ra in the first place. After Calin's blatant questioning of Ra's leadership it seemed he too would rather have never been caught up in this adventure.

If these two factions did come to blows it would be disastrous. What if it turned out that Ra did actually plan on hijacking the ship and he was just trying to settle Calin's doubts, not that that thought seemed plausible to Adam. What if Calin didn't believe what Ra had told him. Calin had soldiers, and therefore the balance was tipped in their favor if he and Jesera were to decide mutiny was the best option.

That last thought troubled Adam. He began to think of possible outcomes or courses of action that would stop anything bad from happening. Eventually his choice became clear. He would have to watch Calin and pay attention to things he might otherwise miss to determine whether or not he was to be trusted. After all, as much as it stung Adam to admit it to himself, his views on the situation had credibility.

Adam also contemplated his part in what was to happen next and decided on what he should do to be of the most help. He looked to Ra, "I think I'm going to volunteer myself to help with the manual laborers that you asked for. I can't imagine being more useful anywhere else."
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Original Poster: Leto Exellius

Leto followed the Kuati Princess slowly with respect in step and distance. Her thoughts were not quiet. In opposite they were very loud and intrusive, and he felt her irritation with his desire for peacefulness. He gave a low sigh thinking of something to say to get off the rocky start. Pushing his vision to the side he managed say,

"I hope you are satisfied with the negotiations. My Empress seems pleased with your ways of thinking and living herself."

He spoke walking holding his left wrist with a clenched fist. His emerald eyes narrowed down upon the princess. He could feel her very blood despise the formality of this meeting and the waiting. Her blood screamed vengeance and warfare... not pointless no. She had a purpose and was trained. She drew the blade against those who proved a threat. Given time in the future she would be a master Blade Master and a Capable Legionnaire Captain. It was almost frightening yet interesting. Though her intelligence was below his her vast wit and quick thinking put her on par to him on a verbal battle. She was not so Barbaric as he thought since combing her thoughts.

He would look back to Vaskus and Irruli they seemed content but wary, and furthermore inquisitive. It made him laugh, for if only his mother could see him now. She would tell him to lighten up. Both his parents were very rebellious in terms. His father should have been jailed for impregnating Luthiel daughter of the Royal house. A mere servant mating with royal blood was something horrid, but Luthiel was not having that. Defiant to the end he was pardoned and banished. He never knew his father only his mother and his uncle Garrick who was a brilliant teacher. A Master of the Prise ways and so restrained, yet even he would tell Leto to take a break.

It was a common theme that scholars and his very people found Leto far beyond his age and time. Even as young child he bore a spark of wisdom and knowledge unrivaled by the wisest of his teachers. This brought fear that he knew all too well. He was too awake to the world, and could not be controlled like a pawn. So he was assimilated into a Leader and taught rules that kept him in. The Empress Orin even feared Leto knew too much so he was kept on a short leash. So no moment could he lighten up. Destined from birth he was a voice of change.

Though no commonalities were with Tiesa she was like he in the sense she was a similar voice of change... no, no not a voice she is a symbol. More physically seen than heard. While the voice and symbol are in one place they are merely fumbling around. The mind... the key of the whole thing the only way the voice and symbol could be utilized to its greatest. Leto was coming to the realization that the Force had guided coincidence with chance, and now Leto deciphered what he saw. In flame engulfed iris' he saw the key. The realization gave his stomach a slow curl, and he felt that the more the evening stretched on he would not like it.
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Original Poster: Teslan

Threat or not I would rather not be on this ship should something go sour, Teslan thought, At least not alone.

Near as Teslan could tell, he was the only one worrying about the developing situation. First, though he had not met many humans, he had never before heard the accent the buyer's man had. Unknowns, even ones as inconsequential as an accent, were reason to be cautious. Deciding to act on this line of thought, Teslan pressed a series of buttons on a small, simplistic console that was bonded to the back of his left hand. The guards he had left on the transport suddenly seemed very far away and very needed. Feigning to have received a message from one of his assistants, Teslan excused himself from the bridge to meet his guards en route.
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Original Poster: Tiesa Asheni

Tiesa looked on at Leto while he stood there silently. She wasn't sure of what to do but she did know one thing she was as anxious as the others to see the buyer of this new ship. Though that only took up a minute intrest of hers at the moment, her vision most of it but she kept that part suppressed in the back of her mind.

Waving her hand in front of Leto's face she managed something that was halfway decent and almost joking. "Hello, earth to bird, you still at home, or do you just not talk much?" she asked standing back one hand on her hip, it wasn't a move of sensuality more, of comfort and to say she was waiting for him to say something if he was going to keep talking to her, or to nod polietly and walk off.
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Original Poster: Calin Riegal

Calin felt slightly like a floundering man, attempting to stay afloat. He was so far out of the loop that he couldn't even see it anymore, and it vexed him through to the core. Calin was a man to make assessments of situations and then act on them, effectively and decisively. That was the only thing that had kept him alive on Coruscant these past years. But all that skill he had built up in such a technique was failing him entirely right now, by no fault of his own. Every situation they had fallen headfirst into had an outcome that defied any conventional or even unconventional logic. And yet, grudgingly, Calin had to admit that it had all come together, surprisingly.

He ran his hand through his hair almost exasperatedly, not quite sure what to think. Albeit every fiber of his past experience screamed out that this would end badly, more recent experience with Ra's....escapades had proven that false. He felt like he needed to go along with it, for now at least. He may be their best chance at remaining along for the time being, and that thought scared Calin more than anything. He sighed deeply before continuing on.

"Very well....but I seriously hope you know what you're doing. Don't answer that..." he said with a wry smile.

He walked back to the comm station and issued a few orders to his crew, getting his engineering teams assembled. Many of his men were multi-talented, as everyone was a fighter first, and something else second. Some of the refugees had talents of their own, ones that they could use. They would be of use, especially if there was any work to be done. Calin still felt a large degree of unease with the events that were unfolding, but Calin was willing to wait, and watch, and remain vigilant. He gave Jesera a knowing look, as if to say that they had to keep their eyes open. Adams loyalties he could not tell for sure, but Jesera he knew was wary of Ra, for reasons beyond what had happened today, he suspected.
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Original Poster: Fjett d'Elteh

((OOC; Sorry for the wait, I’ve had two English essays due back-to-back, so my brain’s been fried for a short while.))

Gharna began to put her head back in the game. The vessel had initially filled her with awe, but she needed to refocus her attention on the event at hand. She was still with many foreign representatives, people who would be at the head of the table soon enough. Several of them had tensed up ever since Captain Yer had decided to ask just how long that “the buyer” had been known to Maz; true, there was reason to be suspicious, since everything they worked for could be easily erased by a single subterfuge – only a few minutes ago the message conveying the operator’s recording of the meeting had been sent home.

However, Inara could not help but think there was more imminent danger with these nobles’ trigger-happy guards. Was she the only collected person here? Before Yer had the chance to return a comment to Maz, she calmly said, “I apologize – the Captain has only been thinking about his responsibilities. However, due to a certain mandate regarding ships outside our territory, our ship, the Florencia, is overdue for an outsystem jump.” It was a half-truth; the stricture applied a ship after she had made a transmission…. in deep space. “The Captain needs to return to the vessel. In the meantime, I require some personnel ; I assume that they could arrive via shuttle as Captain Yer makes his way back?”
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Ra simply grinned, as Calin spoke of hoping he knew what he was doing. His grin was both infectious, and annoying, depending on wh's point of vew was invloved. He was quite certain that, for example, Calin and Jesera found it annoying. He frankly didn't care. At this point in the game, their like, or dislike, of him, was largely unimportant.

He smiled, preparing himself, as the small freighter made it's landing. He could feel it, vibrating through the Force. The Force user variant of the Cruiser added designs, similar to past Jedi and Sith designs, drawing on being user friendly, much like a lightsaber. The Triumph was something like an extension, of the willing mind. His mind.

Ra wasted no time, as the freighter landed, in making his way off the vesse, leading the small band, and their refugees, and even Calin's group, towards a computer console. He called up a holographic display of the ship, and handed out some basic directions, to hurry people on their way. Finally, he turned to face Calin, Jesera, and Adam. "If you don't mind, I'd like the three of you to join me on the bridge. It's a single station helm, unlike most capital ships, think you can fly it, Calin? Jesera, I'm certain you'll be quite skilled at keeping the peace. Adam, we'll start you off at fire control. Most of the ships weapons can be operated from a single station in several locations. Hustle now, everyone, some very important people are on that bridge, and waiting to meet us."

Without another word, Ra sauntered off taking at least two wrong turns, before finding the correct lift, to take them to the bridge....

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Maz shrugged, not truly believing the Chiss or the Nadeshii, both were likely being somewhat paranoid. He couldn't really blame them. It was far from both their homes, in the heart of a galactic power that rivaled each of theirs, and their backup was limited, at best. "As you deem needed, my friends. Your presense here is merely an offer of friendship, from a wealthy potential ally. I trust you'll be joining us for the demonstrations?"

D'Fyett snorted. Even as a diplomat, he was still a Mandalorian. The Nadeshii were competant soldiers, though not known as the fierce warriors the Chiss were. Their hesitation smacked of fear, in his eyes. But these were mainly politicians, with different concerns than he'd once had. For Thol's part, if this was a set up, he'd relish the fight, as would his guards....
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Original Poster: Adam Vren

Adam wordlessly followed Ra towards the bridge. He couldn't perceive why Ra would want him in control of the weapons. He was a young man with no flying experience and very little combat experience. These factors combined probably made him one of the least qualified for the job. However he didn't question the commission since Ra seemed to have a plan and this must have been part of it.

Adam took in every detail he could on their way to the bridge. He had never seem a ship this big from the outside before, let alone the inside; and he was on his way to the most important part of the ship. Once there he would be given control of the weapons. This made him remember the long hours he spent during his childhood, reading records of large battles in space recorded in a distant time after a virus destroyed the Holonet. He was left imagining himself in the middle of one, fighting for his survival against a fleet of enemy ships whose only intents were destruction and death.

His daydream was interrupted when they finally reached the lift that would take them to the bridge.
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Original Poster: Leto Exellius

Vaskus would not see what exactly Irruli would observe for himself. The awkward stalled actions of his ward. Leto was touching the surface of something, and it the fidgeting the boy showed as his right hand behind his back. Something was bothering him, but Leto's face was a large bluff. He seemed collected and unknowing, but it was just an act.

-"Leto, what has you thinking? Hand movements, key gestures, all of it. You can fool them for the moment but you don't fool me."-

Irruli pushed his mind forward to intrude Leto's now rambling thoughts, and was quickly met with a large wall and loud voice in his own thoughts. Leto was being overcautious to not let anyone know what he knew without his own personal guidance. He did not need something he yet fully understood to be dissected and deciphered by someone else.

-"Irruli you assume too much for a gaurd..."-

Irruli's brow scrunched in reaction of being blocked and bunted away like a parent dealing with an unruly child. Vaskus standing beside Irruli looked after brushing back his brightly colored locks notcing the irritation. He could not help but smirk towards Leto. His Duke was very very clever he would think to make this professional captain get a bit huffed. Irruli would take a deep breath and focused back.

-"Then trust me Leto when I say I know."-

Irulli volleyed forcefully and Leto lightly rubbed his temple with a sigh. Leto standing infront of the Princess gave a light irritation and finally broke a smile to the princess and mentally knocking back Irruli's thoughts with a sharp surging relay,

-"Then trust me when I say I know nothing."-

Irruli's eyes shot as he pressed finger tips to his head, but immediately opened his sight into the direction of Vaskus who began giggling bring the frilled cuff of his jacket to his lips. It was smug and a bit feminine from what Irruli would take from the laugh and it irritated. "You should not aid his distance, he may one day turn his back on you for it." Irruli bleakly commented which rubbed the smile right off Vaskus' face. Vaskus stared a bit offended back at Irruli commenting, "Maybe, he would be closer if you did not seek to invade and know everything he thinks about." Irruli straightening his face and watching Leto simply retorted, "It is my job to know."

Leto broke out of his quick tiff and gazed up at Tiesa apologizing quickly, "I am sorry I have moments where... I slip into a trance." He would lift his hand out as a an offering, "May we meet up with the others, and give at least a modest show for our parts. I feel you are not unaccustomed to acting for a crowd when needed? Either way we can talk on the way." He had intent to test her since to this puzzle of keys and keepers she may hold some useful information for him.
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Original Poster: Tiesa Asheni

Tiesa looked at the outheld hand and then back up at Leto with one slender eyebrow raised. "Playing the parts eh? I'm not unaccustomed to it as you say, but I despise it," she said as she looked from him to his hand. Sighing however, she took it. She closed her eyes for a moment as she tried not to turn and strike Leto right there. She opened her eyes and before anyone but him could see the glare, she put on a perfected smile. "Let's go then shall we?"

She waited for him to take the lead not sure how much longer this whole charade had to last. Tiesa tired to keep her mind off of the man now holding her hand, she knew that if it had been different circumstances she might could have more than tolorated him, but as it was it was all she could do not to put her lance, or a blaster bolt through him.
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"But of course, Maz," chipped in Inara. She knew that she had embarrassed Yer, but nobody here would really know it - they thought it would be a facade to bring in some sort of guard. They would most certainly be surprised to see merely that Lt. d'Elteh would depart the transport and Yer take it back. Aside from him, there was no need for any additional security. The shuttle that was in the bay already had a full squad of infiltration troops; if there was no suspicion already, there would be non now. They were not full-body prosthetics, but still quite effective in the context. But that was beside the point. Inara was certain that they would not have been needed in the first place; however, she could also be too trusting of her guests aside from the fact that she was not in charge of her security .

In any event, as Captain Yer took his departure, Inara could not help but notice the "happy" couple enter. Recalling Nadeshi history, after the Unification such matrimonies were set to a minimum and flat-out banned a generation before their discovery by the Old Republic. Inara took a step closer to Maz, projecting her voice to that only he could hear, voicing, "You believe that a cementing like them is a good idea?"
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d'Elteh put on the headphones as he boarded the dropship. Although not as old as the Dreadnought, the design could be said to be - the design of the first RYC landing craft was sketched out during the days when the Old Republic was still around. A testament to what a good design could weather over time, like the X-Wing and TIE systemmes. Both very efficient and effective for their separate roles.

Even though the headphones blacked his ears, he did feel the slight pressure on the rest of his body as the internal pressure was pushed to 800 Torr for a full minute. A combat situation would have only checked for five seconds before exiting the landing bay, but this was far from combat - although d'Elteh felt like it was. He felt the butterflies in his stomach as the dropship's personal grav-field spawned into existence, something that normally does not happen; it was his nervousness. He calmed himself the way he was taught. Feel nervous? he could almost hear the training three years ago right before he began his accuracy tests. The stomach? The arms? The trigger finger? All those parts of your body are used when firing the rifle; they're telling you that they're ready. Probably the nicest thing that happened during training - regularly the Sgts. had been assholes.

Still, he had to be on task, he had to focus. d'Elteh knew he was ready.

((OOC: GOMEN NASAIIIII~!))
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Calin still felt slightly uneasy as the freighter landed in the bay of the large, imposing capital ship. The unease came from the fact that the fact that this capital ship, the largest he had ever seen, was owned now by Ra. It seemed to be slightly beyond recognition. Where would he get the funds to acquire something so extravagantly expensive? But regardless of any amount of unease that he might be experiencing, he had to simply roll with it. The alternatives were not looking so good right now, considering he was so far from Coruscant, and being chased by the Widows, one of the most elite forces in the galaxy. Nope, his options were rather limited by this point.

Ra flashed a grin that almost dripped confidence, perhaps over-confidence. Considering he appeared to be making half of this up as he went along made him lean towards over confidence. It was if he had once seen a map of the direction they should take, and was just trying to follow it from memory. Knowing the general direction of where they were supposed to go, but slightly scant on the details. At least, that was how it appeared. Calin barely want to venture a guess onto what was going on inside Ra's head, but he felt like he knew a significant amount more than he was telling.

Calin's thoughts were broken off as Ra pulled up a holographic depiction of the ship in which they were standing. He wanted him to fly this ship? Albeit Calin was a good pilot, but in his slightly impoverished state on Coruscant he had been slightly lacking in Capital ship experience. But as long as the basic tenants were the same, and the controls weren't too outworldly, he would be able to manage.

"Aye, I can fly this thing, once we get to the bridge"

Calin then followed Ra through the multiple wrong turns that he was making, before finally finding the right lift. There was three options that Calin was going through. Either Ra really didn't know as much as he said he did, he wanted everyone to think he knew less than he did, or he was just trying to be amusing. In all honestly, Calin had no idea which would be more likely.
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Jessera said nothing, as they wandered around, almost aimlessly. It was obvious she didn't find Ra as clever or amusing as he found himself, and it was equally obvious she distrusted him. But for the moment, like the others, her options were incredibly limited. So she would play his game, if only for the moment.

Every time she made the attempt to get a decent read on Ra, and his emotions, she was met with some form of static she was unfamiliar with. And that disturbed her even more. He was eratic, and unreadable.

But even Jessera had to admit, he hadn't acted, at least overtly, in anything but an honorable fashion.....

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Ra strode off the lift and onto the bridge, looking very much like he was some bored rich kid, rather than a Force trained warrior. His eyes obscured from view, he sauntered up to Maz, grinning almost childishly as he surveyed his new toy. "Ladies and gentlemen, so good of you all to join us. I was afraid a few of you might have missed the big show. Stations if you please, Adam, Calin, let's not keep people waiting, shall we? Brand new class of ship, lot's of exciting things to..." Whatever else Ra was going to say, was cut off, with a roar of laughter from d'Fyett, as the Mandalorian pointed at Ra, who managed a hurt expression.

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d'Fyett had spent his life as a warrior, and had trained a good number of them even, in his day. He prided himself on remembering most of the soldiers, or at least, the good ones, that he'd fought with. Ar Tcee?

"Gentlebeings, we have the distinct honor of greeting the line of perhaps the mosty infamous bloodlines in the galaxy. You see, Ar Tcee, is simply the initials, 'R' and 'C'." d'Fyett began to approach Ra, as he continued. "May I have the honor of introducing to you, the somewhat infamous in his own right, Ra Cul?"

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Maz paled visibly, even as his hand reached Ra's to shake it. He swiftly pulled it back, making a sign to ward off evil, as he reached for his blaster. A blaster that now floated several feet away from him, as Ra removed the heavy shades he wore, his blazing eyes revealed for all to see.

But before anyone could say another word, alarms claxons, indicating a ship dropping from hyperspace, dangerously close to the Triumph, gained everyone's attention, even over the revalation of the buyer's identity.....

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Barrick stood from his command chair, as the Demolisher dropped from hyperspace. What filled the viewport, where he could sense his prey now, was a Star Destroyer, though of a design he was comepletely unfamiliar with. But not one he hadn't been warned to expect.

"Star Destroyer, this is General Barrack, of the Mandalorian Defence Force, you have wanted criminals on board, known to be terrorists. We request that you stand down, so we may send over a security unit, and take them into custody. Failure to comply, might lead to serious diplomatic strain." He let his words hang there, as a thinly veiled threat. The ceasefire and neutrality of Kuat was nothing anyone would consider breaking, for obvious reasons, but Barrick was well known, and he never issued claims he didn't intend to full back up.

He turned to his bridge chiefs, nodding. "Power up our defensive systems, arm all ship's weapons, and ready our squadrons to fly."
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Adam quickly surveyed the bridge, and upon Ra's orders moved away from the party of diplomats towards what he assumed were the weapon controls. He sat down and attempted to begon to teach himself the controls, but his learning was cut short by a deep roar of laughter. With that things started to get out of control, Ra was revealed as himself and the lead diplomat pulled his hand away in fear. As if the situtaion didn't seem bad enough a warship dropped out of hyperspace and announced its potentially violent intentions.

The group had been forced into another fight or flight situation. Barrick had proven to be persitent in his intent to capture Ra, and by association Calin, Jessera, and himself. Adam glanced at the weapon controls yet again, but kept himself alert for any sudden movements from the greeting party. He expected that himself getting a handle on how to masterfully use these controls was going to be a literal trial by fire.
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((Sorry for the horribly long absence, peeps. I promise to be around more often. I swears.))

She’d wandered off sometime before the thermal detonator had been set off in the sewers and it had broken her off from the rest of the group.

Good, she had thought. Every one for herself. It had been easy enough to discard of all thoughts of the group in favor of self preservation and thankfully, as she went topside, she emerged just behind the Widow group. With as much stealth as one could manage in heels, she slipped away from them and quickly around the corner. Were they going to catch them, she wondered? She hoped not. Why, she didn’t particularly know.

Saying a silent wish of luck to them, Imogen fled the scene before she could be spotted and she was thankful to not live too far from the area. When her brother opened the door to their shared apartment though, he grimaced visibly.

“What the hell have you been up to? You forget to pay off that debt to Langren, or something? You smell like a wet Ewok…” He moved out of her way as she pushed inside the small apartment and headed for the showers, tossing off clothing as she had gone before hopping into the pressured water to get the grime of the day off.

“No, Aramyth.” She told him simply from the shower. She wasn’t worried about nudity around him. Infact, though she called the man her brother, Aramyth was more of a best friend and occasional bunk buddy. They had grown up on the streets of Coruscant together with several other street rats who spent their childhood years stealing and hiding in the sewers and the underground.

Life had not really improved much, it would seem. Aramyth usually was gone on some smuggling run, shipping out a drug of his own creation, the same Exaline that she had pumped into her blood stream earlier that night. And though it brought in a nice percentage to help pay for things, it was also turning south recently with the other drug runners in the galaxy being put out of business by it. It wasn’t going to be long before someone made good on one of those threats.

“I heard about what happened at the club. Is everything okay?” He asked her, knowing instinctively that everything was not. “What sort of trouble are you in this time?”

“The bad kind?” Imogen mused as she left the shower and went to her sparse room to find something to put in, settling for a flexible suit that didn’t show off nearly as much skin as her work uniform and she began throwing together a bag with odds and ends from around the room. Clothing, a blaster…

“And just where are you going?” Aramyth asked with a sigh from the door to her room. He was a few years older than the girl, but he had learned long ago not to step in her way when she was on the move.

“Away. Trust me. Right now it‘s probably best if I not be here.”

“Someone looking for you?” He narrowed his eyes and then turned as he heard someone pounding on the door to the apartment.

“Open the door, Civilian, or it will be blasted open! We have reason to believe you are harboring a fugitive…You have 5 seconds to comply.”

Aramyth cursed at that, helping the girl quickly throw her bag together before going to the wall and hitting a panel that uncovered the laundry chute. “Those better not be bloody Mandalorians at my front door, Imogen…” He warned her and she quickly kissed his cheek before slipping into the chute.

“Just buy me some time, Aramyth. I need to get off world for a bit.” She told him and then she vanished downward. She hit the bottom of the chute less gracefully than she would have wanted, but thankfully the laundry cart broke her fall and she grimaced as she fought her way out of the piles of clothing and sheets and then she was off again into the alley ways to get the hell out of dodge.

She stowed away on the first ship she came to, hiding coincidently enough amongst refugees who seemed to have been crammed onto the freighter and she lost herself easy enough into the crowd until she heard the commotion about the fighters that were coming after them. Were they that persistent?

She felt a chill go up her spine, knowing they were going to die soon. This wasn’t good… If they caught her on here… She sunk back into the shadows and decided to wait it out.
It wasn’t until they survived and were in hyperspace that she relaxed at all. How in the world had they pulled off that escape?

Her eyes rolled upwards with a groan. Had she seriously snuck onto the same ship as those fools?

Brilliant move, Imogen…this is one of those times I wish I had a Jedi‘s foresight…

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When they settled into the hanger to board the new ship, Imogen rose from her spot amongst the others and followed them over without a word. Something just told her to go, told her to stay close to the core group.

She followed that feeling instinctually and found herself heading onto the bridge behind the others where she offered a smirk to Ra. “So...Am I too late to rejoin the excitement?” She asked him, nodding to the others a moment before slinging her shoulder and paused when she heard the voice over the comm.

Barrick.

She swallowed in thought, but set her spine and her jaw. Sometimes the safest place to be was where you could watch the danger more closely…





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