Tales Of A Coruscant Cabby [Archive]

Isamu Starkiller

05-07-2003, 06:18 PM

"Another miserable night on Coruscant" mumbles Isamu Starkiller, outside the the rain came down, unrelenting, blurring the the purple haze from the neon lights of the *Dug Out* thru the windshield of his cab. Fingering one of the credits he just attained from some lost kid he slumped further down in the bucket seat of his ride. His eye's closed to slits as the rain came down around him, soon the visions would come, dream-like apparitions of fetuses in glass tubes, and large black eyes floating towards him, then visions of swirling galaxies in a starless black void, suddenly the serenity of nothingness shattered by thunderclaps and thousands of yelling voices all around him. Isamu jumped back to conscienceness and rubbed his tired eyes, stepped out of his cab into the storm, running was useless he'd be just as wet. As he made his way towards the entrance of the sports bar he took in his surroundings with a few quick glances left then right, never moving his head. A couple of doped up Dugs over on one side, probably death sticks he thought to himself, a few humans leaving poorer than when they came, and off to the left a ways down, a hooded figure huntched over standing still in the downpour.
"Odd" Isamu thought to himself.
As he entered the club, Spillane the Dug, owner of the Dug Out, nods at him, an acknowledgement of his presence in the bar. Isamu heads over...
"Hey muc face hows business?" Asks Isamu
Spillane snarls at the human, "It's been better cabby, all this talk of war gotts people pinching every credit dees days"
"The pushers seem to still make a profit" Isamu nods towards the entrance, where the doped up Dugs have begun a street fight outside the bar.
"Hey Kretz get rid of the mess out there" mutters Spillane.
Suddenly a beefed up Wookie steps out from the shadows, dirty blonde with bleached highlights and heads outside...
"I see Kretz is still workin here" says Isamu
"Yeah he's great at fixing the games heh heh heh" chuckles Spillane in that cocky Dug laugh.
"Well what brings you here cabby!? Don'tcha have a fare to bring somewhere, or you just miss me?" asks Spillane.
"Just happened to get a nice size tip tonight, muc face, thought I'd check out the action..." Isamu retorts without hesitation.
Spillane turns an eye towards the Sabacc tables "Couple a scruffy Gundarks over there, .......wouldn't be a challenge for ya. The real heat's gonna be down at *DaFiends*, I hear they got some heavy hitters there tonight."
"Thanks for the tip cuz, I'll be sure to tell Javen Uncy Spillane sent me" responds Isamu
Isamu flips Spillane a 20 cred winks and heads out, "Catch ya later scratch pad" Isamu says to Kretz as he walks past the Wookie on his way to his cab.
Thru the downpour he spots the hooded figure standing in front of his cab.
"Hey Ol timer trying to catch nemonia?" Isamu calls to the hunched figure
"Any chance you're headed towards the Industial sector" asks the mysterious figure with a tired but proper tone
"uhhh no not rea.......yeah sure hop in, it's on the way" responds Isamu, confused as surely he trully didn't want to.
" Your generosity will not go unnoticed...." came from the fare in the back seat.....

padmeamidala

05-07-2003, 08:01 PM

She had her hood drawn closely around her head for two reasons. The first of which was that it was raining outside, and the second, she wished to go unrecognised. She clutched her suitpack closely to her stomach. Otherwise known as Senator Averroés, she had left the senate on an extended "leave of absence", and was now travelling to her brother's lounge, on the other side of Coruscant.

padmeamidala

05-07-2003, 08:05 PM

After some thought, and several minutes of silent travelling, Earsina began to reconginse her surroundings.
"Begging your attention, cabbey," she said quietly, trying desperately to hide her Corellian accent. The cab driver turned around absentmindedly, "There's a Solar Hotel coming up on the left here in about ten minutes, that is where I shall be required to be dropped off."

Isamu Starkiller

05-08-2003, 12:45 AM

Inside the cab the silence was eery, Isamu followed the deserted skyways
that lead to the industrial sector. He thought to himself "I've had plenty
of shady fares but this one was quickly rising the ranks". The bustling
metropolis of Coruscant sank off into the dark horizon, occasionally a
burst
of lightening lit up the distant night sky highlighting the far off towers
that peirced the sky. Ahead the Idustrial sector streched off for what
appeared forever,
Suddenly the silence was broken by the soft voice "Begging your attention,
cabby, there's a Solar Hotel coming up on the left here in about ten
minutes, that is where I shall be required to be dropped off."
Isamu twists around instinctivly in response. The hooded figure turns to gaze out window, Isamu spots the fare cluching a suitpack
then realizes he's staring and spins back around...
"The Tyrell Towers, you got it" Isamu responds. Tired from the lack of conversation Isamu reaches over and turns on the radio, "and welcome back this is WCRE, core radio, tonight we're talking with Reverend Torkomoto Hermes...." Isamu thinks to himself "whatta fraud" and switches channels instantly....bbbbzzzzzrrrzzz"for only 3 easy payments of 20 credits you can own your very own little orphan anakin decoder pen...." again he switches that channel bbzzzrrzz "For only two weekends a month and one month a year you can be a part of the army galactic reserves find out if you...." Isamu punches the radio and it shuts off "Dam nothing good on at this hour anyway" he grumbles to himself.

Isamu Starkiller

05-08-2003, 12:47 AM

The skycar carrying Isamu Starkiller and his mysterious passenger broke thru the billowing clouds of smoke from the towering furnaces scattered throughout the landscape. Enourmous Spiderlike construction droids move silently overhead, dwarfing the skycar, casting a shadow over a square mile. Ahead the Tyrell Towers stand alone in the sea of steel and smoke. Isamu shivers, "Ok there it is" Isumu says The skycar takes the off ramp and decends into the haze below. Within moments the two arrive on a landing platform across from the hotel.
"Who in their right mind would want to come here, at THIS hour" he thought to himself". He spins round resting his elbow on the head rest,"You gonna be alright?".

padmeamidala

05-09-2003, 09:53 PM

Earsina gulped, if only she'd asked him to drop her off a little closer to her uncle's lounge than this...but, no, no, she couldn't take that risk. She'd have to check into this hotel, and change, to remask her identity, then she could call up another cabby to take her to her uncle's lounge.
"Yes, I'll be quite fine, Thank you good sir." She reassured him, handing him 120 Basic Marks, 20 more than she owed him, "For your troubles, sir," she said faintly, and without another word, she stepped out of the cab, and onto the landing platform.
Lightweight suitcase in hand, she made her way up to the grand, towering entrance to one of the most terrifying places she'd seen in her life....Which is saying a lot.

Isamu Starkiller

05-09-2003, 10:48 PM

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><div class='quotemain'>Earsina walked briskly up the platform to the Tyrell Towers Solar Hotel that loomed ahead of her. She turned around to see that the cabbey had just sped off in search of other travelling clients. The weather on Far Coruscant was gloomy that day, her emerald green cloak whipped tightly around her legs, and she held her hood tightly around her face, lest it be blown back, and her identity revealed. [/b][/quote]
Isamu reaches next his seat and thumbs a switch deactivating the invisible force field that separates the front and back of the cab. As he speeds off towards Dafiends he looks down at his chrono watch, "DAM! Where'd the time go, Jack'll be makin' last call right about now". Isamu looks at the aft vid monitor and spots the fare making her way to the entrance, fighting the wind as she clung to her hood and luggage. When he was sure she could no longer see the cab he flipped a few switches on the dash and the skycar pulled a sharp turn off the next on ramp and made his way back towards the towers thru some extremely shady back paths. "WTF, no one'll even notice I haven't reported back for at least another two hours..." he says aloud as he parks the cab in a back alley. The doors of the cab rise open and Isamu steps briskly to the trunk, he lifts the spare repulsorlift and removes a false floor. Isamu removes the oil stained work jacket tosses it in the trunk and pulls out a three quarter hooded trench coat, and the assembles a Republic Army special forces, special issue, fully automatic assault riffle with a pump action thermal detonator launcher. Finally he reaches into the trunk one last time and pulls out a set of Republic Army special forces macro binoculars and hang them around his neck. Isamu pats himself down making sure he hadn't missed something, shuts the trunk and sets the alarm. He holds out his hand palm up, "Hmmm seems the storm is breaking", he mutters to himself, then breaks into a sprint towards the rear of the Tyrell Towers....

padmeamidala

05-10-2003, 06:43 PM

The doors flew open with a nice *whoosh* as she stepped within 5 feet of the opening, and she strided into a warm, poorly-lit, lobby populated with creatures from all depths of the galaxy, and many strange looking plants. She cautiously approached the information desk to behold a strange, almost frightening looking alien sitting behind it.

"Hello?" She said quietly in Basic, still trying to mask her Corellian accent, "Um, may I get some assistance?" "Umm...Excuse me?" Earsina tries again, her calm voice pleading to be heard, "Uhh...can I get a room?" She says to the unresponsive strange looking alien reading something. She shifts her heavy luggage from one hand to the other, exasperated, if everyone was this impolite to those who weren't high ranking officials, she was in for a lot of aggrivation.

Isamu Starkiller

05-11-2003, 08:00 PM

Isamu makes his way around the back of the building and squats behind a
large trash dumpster, "ugghh what an incredible smell" he thinks to himself.

But what really alarmed him was the hotel security swarming around the back
searching for something, or someone.......
"$hit this'll slow me down!" Isamu muttered to himself. It would start
getting light soon, he had precious little time. He risked a glance over the
edge of the dumpster and to his surprise found that the security agents had moved down the adjacent alley way, only the two guards at the entrance remained. He drew the hood over his head and proceeded to walk straight towards the entrance, as he walked past the two guards he noticed the scent of skorched metal in the air and the door crumpled like burnt paper laying off to the side, "not a good sign" Isamu thought to himself.
Isamu moved briskly down the corridor, once he was out of range from the security guards he pulled back the hood and deactivated the therm optics which rendered him virtually invisible to the naked eye. The slightest grin appeared on Isamu's scruffy face, this is what he was created for, it was in his blood.....
Isamu made his way thru the labrinth of steam and pipes that entangled the lower levels of the boiler rooms, the only sounds he could make out were the hiss from steam, the clanking of chains and the chirps from the maintenance droids. After a few minutes Isamu found the hotels data room....

padmeamidala

05-13-2003, 07:30 PM

There seemed to be a commotion coming from the back of the hotel's lobby because the attendant turned around and stared incredulously at a few of his own species rushing to and fro in the back. When he finally turned around, he seemed to realize that this small intruder wanted his assistance.
"Skave maskavsg ekavaye?" He asked in the smooth crisp tounge of Falleen. (May I help you?)
"Daunce," She replied in the same Falleen, "Yeano nomoskay matrilokin ailso meartoth, boesdoth." (Yes, I would like a room, please)
"Ineranti, meithan vapayu boesdoth." (Of course, this way please)
He said, taking a key from a wall of hooks, drawing himself up to full height, and beginning to lead her down a narrow hallway off the left of the lobby.
She walked hesitantly, It wasn't too late to turn around and leave, how important was changing her costume? Then she came to her senses, it was very important! She followed the Falleen all the way to the end of the dim eerie hallway untill he stopped at a door with the number 14378 on it. He touched the key to the gel pad, which, in turn began to glow a magnificent aquamarine colour. Inside the door, she could hear gears clicking and turning, and the door swung open to reveal a very quaint, tidy, yet elegant room. The rest of the Hotel had decieved her.
"Emerani theos mhi Aminare," (Here you are miss) The gracious alien told her as he smiled and began the trek back to his post in the lobby.
With that, Earsina closed the door with a sigh and walked to the bed, on which she lay her suitcase.

Isamu Starkiller

05-14-2003, 10:34 PM

The room was frigid and as silent as the catacombs of Korriban. "Now to see if this decrypt card is worth the price I paid", Isamu pulls the therm optic camoflage over his head and makes his way to the back of the room, a pair of R2 units skitter about from server to server like humming birds in a field of flowers.
Isamu uploads the hotels floor plan skematic and scans over the file, page after page till he finds the data he's looking for. Then he moves on to the security log for the past two hours, looks it over and spots something of interest."Well well what do we have here" Isamu opens a link to the hotels rear entrance camera's, that fare must be hotter than I originally thought, this could become interesting, now how to find this mystery woman....ah!" Isamu checked the main desk for all rooms activated within the last hour. "hrmph, eight, show me all single occpancy rooms.....three that's better! Oh and what's this.....room 14378, 79 and 14478 what's the chances..."
Isamu ejects the decrypt card now with all the hotel data he needs to navigate the enormous hotel. Isamu makes his way back through the boiler rooms, up a few levels of stairs till he reaches the employee residence. As he walks down the the empoyee hallways multiple beings with Tyrell Towers uniforms stare at him quizically.
"Excuse me sir, you're not authorized to be in this sector of the ho..", Isamu cuts off the female Twilek "Government inspection ma'am" he flips his wallet open then shuts it before she could possibly see anything and continues down the hall. He reaches the end of the coridor and the doors to the repulor lift open, a flood of hotel personell exit the lift , Isamu gets on and just as the doors are shutting a droid pushing a laundry cart squeezes into the lift, "Oh thank the maker, these linens need to get to their rooms" Isamu hits the open door button, "sorry bub, elevator inspector..." The droid almost seemed to sigh "oh my". The doors shut in the droids photoreceptors and Isamu was on his way up to the main lobby.

padmeamidala

05-16-2003, 07:44 PM

Earsina opened her suitcase, the lining in the top fell out as she was doing so to reveal her security pass, her blasters, and her communications device. Glancing fearfully over her shoulder, she quickly shoved them back into the top and replaced the lining. She sighed uneasily and resumed opening the case. She pulled out a long, slinky, navy blue dress. Laying it out on the bed, she got a good look at it, hah! she laughed to herself, her handmaiden was so irrational. She'd packed the most diplomatic thing she owned! The dress was made from a synthetic material that made it as soft as a cloud but as dressy as the finest silk. It had a crew neck, long sleeves, and a straight cut skirt. Then her suitcase caught her eye again, there was something else in there, maybe she wasn't condemned to masquerade in this gown!
In the bottom of the satchel lay an outfit she hadn't worn for atleast 5 years. It was a pair of tight fitting white pants and a matching white midriff. Now Aideen was speaking her language!
She adjourned to the small lavatory unit to remask her identity. Once inside, she locked the door, and sighed with relief.

Krogenar

05-16-2003, 09:11 PM

He hated this place.

Nothing but metal, and no ground to be seen. It would hurt his feet just to look at the place, were it not for their thick callouses. The Last Druid's face floated in his memory, and the half-orc put his griping aside. He'd get what he needed and leave, after he completed this job. Staring upwards into the gloom of the elevator shaft, Krogenar leapt among the support struts, his feet and hands performing their silent, practiced movements. They acted on their own, allowing him to concentrate on finding his mark. He paused, crouching on a support and sniffed at the air.

It was purified, recycled, utterly stale air. The Walker filtered the myriad scents: alcohols, smoke, blood, oils, and finally perfumes. Focusing on those that seemed most feminine, Krogenar pulled a scarf from his pack and sniffed at it, then sniffed the air again. He continued his ascent.

Isamu Starkiller

05-17-2003, 02:00 PM

The repulsor lift reached the 144th floor, as Isamu exited the lift a group of Bith came around the corner, dressed in rediculous oufits made of blue shimmer silk with gold and silver sequence. They carried their instruments proudly as they passed Isamu, one nodded his head in acknowledgement as they passed by towards the elevator.
Isamu made his way down the corridor, "75....76....77...14478"
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The remote perimeter indicator shocked the Blood Carver as it danced around on the night table next to his bed, it's nostrils flapped together in a wedge shape and it's skin turned a darker shade of gold. He walked out of the bathroom reached over and deactivated the sensor, placing it in a pocket. The Batorinian stood facing the door silently waiting to see if someone would be foolish enough to knock on the door....
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Isamu stood in the hall facing the door then a moment later he reached out and knocked on the door.......

padmeamidala

05-19-2003, 06:39 PM

Earsina stopped. What was that?
She panicked, holding her clothes tightly to her body. After a few moments of silence, she breathed a sigh of relief and resumed pulling her pants up. As she smoothed out the creases and buckled her silver belt, she heard it again, a faint but distinct *knock knock knock*. Her heart lept into her throat, she dropped her clothes, and without a sound unlocked the door and rushed to the bedside.
She peeled the lining back out of the suitcase and grabbed her blaster, it wasn't loaded, but it may be enough to frighten whoever it was that was trying to get a hold of her. She ran to the other side of the small bed, the one from which she could see the door, and hid. "oh please don't come in! Please, Please, Please! Don't come in!" she silently begged the encroacher, "Oh great Maker, please, protect me!"

Isamu Starkiller

05-22-2003, 02:21 AM

The door slid open and Isamu stood facing the alien, the biped stood about six feet in height and was an orangish gold color. His round black eyes fixed upon a narrow head stared unblinking at Isamu.
The Blood Carver was emotionless "Is there something I can do for you?" asked the alien.
"Good morning hotel special security, there's been a report of a missing child, I was just wondering if you have seen any young Gungans running around?" Isamu attempted to gaze past the Carver into the room as he concocted the story, but the creature shifted ever so slightly each time to block his view.
"No sir, I haven't, do you have a holo of the missing child"
The Blood Carver played along with Isamu's game....
"The main desk should have sent out a holo to all rooms, you didn't see it?" Isamu was a master at weaving a lie like non other, he was getting some pererse pleasure out of this charade. He continued, "If you don't mind I'd like to inspect the room"
The Carvers skin color darkened, but still kept it's Sabaac face, "May I see some ID sir?" The Carver played along knowing full well the man in front of him was anything but hotel special security.
Isamu on the other hand grew tired of this game....
"Sure, here's my ID." Isamu reached into his trench coat and pulled out his wallet he held it up to the aliens face, and as he did a pair pistols slid out thru the sleeves into the Carvers face.
The Carver remained unnaturally calm "Sir you're making a grave mistake" as he back pedaled into the room. Isamu kept his focus on the aliens hands, "I hope so for your sake" Isamu retorted.
A glimpse of light caught Isamu's attention off to the left for a moment, a Batorinian assassination set laid out in the bathroom! Before he had a chance to respond the triple jointed arm of the Blood Carver was wrapped around Isamu's neck constricting, a shimmering blade against his face, "I warned you, you were making a grave mistake, once I'm done with my job I'll be back for you."
A sharp pain burned in Isamu's thigh then the room went white....

padmeamidala

05-22-2003, 09:56 PM

After sitting in sheer terror for atleast two minutes, maybe longer, Earsina realized that she was alright, atleast for the moment. There had been no other noises since, and perhaps it had just been room service or something of the sort. She was just being parranoid, yes, that was it, parranoid.
She calmed herself down, took a few deep breaths and stood up from her look out post. Setting her blaster down, she walked back into the lavatorie and picked up her top off of the commode. She slipped it on overtop her undergarments, and gathered the dress she was wearing before. She turned off the light, and folded the dress back up. Then she took a small transmitter that looked something like a holonet receiver out of her suitcase. She set it atop the small table in the room, and pressed the black button on the edge. A ray of blue light beamed brightly from the opening in the top, and her handmaiden Aideen appeared, it was so good to see her again!
"M'lady, what is wrong?"
"Oh! Nothing, I just wanted to give you my dress, If I'm stopped and someone recognises this dress, there was no use in disguising myself."
"of course M'lady, I'll take it."
With that, she took the dress and handed it to the outstretched arms of her holo-handmaiden, instantly, the dress became a holo, and Aideen set it down beside her on a stool that Earsina just now noticed.
"If you need anything else, you'll tella, right?"
"Of course."
"Be safe, m'lady,"
"I will."
"May the Force be with you."
"And you as well."
With that, Earsina pushed the black button again, and the blue light disappeared.
She walked over to the mirror and took her elegant, highly arranged hair down. Brushing it once or twice, she plaited it, and braided it into a long red braid that reached to her lower back. Pleased with her reflection, she sat back down on the bed and sighed.

Krogenar

06-01-2003, 01:14 AM

Zzasz dragged the interloper's body to the hotel room's lone chair and hoisted him onto it. The Blood Carver didn't know who he was, and now wasn't the time to find out. His mark would move soon. He'd examine this one in greater detail in his art room. Moving gracefully to his assassination kit, he placed a watch droid in front of his captive. The steel sphere body of the droid unfolded, its single camera eye trained on its charge, while other sharp-edged limbs moved into position.

The Blood Carver was already out of the room, swiftly moving down the hallway to the Mark's room.

A disruptor cloak swished around his backwards jutting legs; to all visual recording devices his profile would be a blurry oval. Zzasz relaxed his breathing and the color flushed into his face. The client who had commissioned this assassination was at first unaware of the seriousness with which Zzasz treated his profession. He had bristled at the Carver's desire to understand precisely why he wanted this woman dead.

But it was crucial for him to understand the underlying passions of his patron, if Zzasz was to fully capture the spirit of the assassination. In the end, his client had acquiesced to his sense of artistry and explained that the woman's death was to be a warning to others: "a broad, decisive, graphic display is necessary," he had explained to Zzasz, "in order to quiet the rest." This had both pleased and worried Zzasz because it meant he was playing to a larger audience.

In his right hand, the Carver held a slender vibroblade he had named 'Brush'.

He approached the mark's door, and placed a slender white decyptor card against the locking panel. Symbols flashed over the card's surface as it slowly wore away at the door's locking code. Zzasz stood directly in front of the door, with Brush held in front of his face. He wondered giddily at what medium he would discover beyond the door. As a sculptor looks into a material, he would look inside the situation and find his vision locked away inside. Then, he would carve away the excess material until only his vision remained.

The decryptor was only a few digits away from opening the door.

Krogenar

06-02-2003, 09:25 PM

He stared at the rectangular panel. Beyond it, the female leader he was contracted to kill was waiting. Pressing his fingertips against it, Krogenar could detect only the faintest seam - nothing he could force apart. From the dark shaft, he spotted one of the many small boxes that this world had scattered throughout it.

Narrowing his pale green eyes at it, he smashed it with his fist. Sparks flew, and the panel cracked open a fingers breadth. Smiling widely, Krogenar's canines peeked out over his lips.

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Padding down the softly carpeted hallway, the Walker followed his nose. Before turning a corner, he froze and crouched against the wall.

<span style="color:green">A nasty smell, like hot garbage covered over by flowers.</span>

Peeking around the corner, he spied a tall creature wearing a brown tunic with gold trim. The creature held a knife before its face, and was wearing a mask. "Another assassin!" Krogenar cursed his luck. He didn't need competition. Pulling his skinning knife from its sheathe, the Walker grimaced and raced around the corner.

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Zzasz's facial flaps detected the air movement generated by his attacker even before he turned his head. Before the last digit of the doorlock was broken by the decryptor, he paused its operation and switched its mechanism to prevent the door from opening. A sharp pain stabbed through his side as he was thrown sideways by a kick from his attacker.

Krogenar grinned at his enemy, and held his knife out before him. The knife swayed left and right in a snake-like motion, a warning in any language: "Don't get up." His opponent, now that he could see him more clearly sprawled out on the floor, was a bit on the thin side.

Zzasz rolled backwards onto his shoulders, arched his back and sprang to his feet, a knife in each hand. He reminded himself that this new development was not a mistake, only a happy accident. Fortune had graced him with an opportunity: kill the rival assassin and then kill the mark.

Krogenar backed away, frowning, and pulled his smaller handknife from his belt. He used it mainly for cutting rope, fruit and sometimes (when the mood struck him) shaving. It wasn't really right for a knife fight, but technically, it was a knife. His rival struck first; spinning at him first with one blade, then feinting with the remaining blade. Krogenar dove in close to the masked assassin and shoulder-rolled past him, slashing at the back of one knee.

The Blood Carver dropped one of his knives in order to catch the small human's knife hand as it slashed at the tendons on his back leg. "Brutal but clever," he thought. Zzasz switched the grip on his remaining dueling knife and sliced his attacker across one of his forearms.

Krogenar sidestepped away, and regarded his opponent more carefully, the sting on his arm pulsing.

Zzasz walked confidently towards Krogenar, and waved his knife in a parody of the serpent gesture he had seen earlier.

padmeamidala

06-02-2003, 09:59 PM

Earsina froze, sitting on her bed, she heard thuds and struggling just outside her door. From the sounds of it, two....men....or masculine creatures were fighting. Catching her breath, she tried to calm her edgy nerves, and picked up the tele-transmittor that set on the nightstand with a shaky hand.

She held down the activator button and quietly, fearfully whispered "Allo?" (Hello) "Allo? Ino matrie sani?" (Is anyone there?)

After a few seconds that seemed like hours, a crackling voice responded, "Allo Michalla Averroés." (Hello Miss-eqivelent of Madamoiselle-Averroés)

So shocked by this response, she forgot to speak Corellian when she asked, "How do you know my name?!"

"Aha, you speak Basic, Miss Averroés, well, it is our job here at the Tyrell Towers to know as much about our occupants as we possibly can, this is to ensure you have a pleasant, comfortable visit."

Yes, that's exactly what she needed, someone to know everything about her as they could. just great.

"How may I be of service to you miss?"

Remembering what she had called to request, she paused for a moment and strained her ears, she could no longer hear the struggling outside, she breathed relief, and replied confidently, "Oh, nevermind, thank you very much anyway."

"That's our job Earsina," the clerk said, and clicked the activator button off.

weird...a little too weird. She too clicked off the activator, and set it back down. She got up to turn the lavatorie light off, and put her shoes on.

When she finished tying the laces of her white athletic shoes, she picked up her dainty satin slippers from the floor where she'd set them and relocated them to her still open suitcase. The shoes were now one of only 4 things in the case. The shoes, one other outfit, a holo of her, her mother, and her father 4 years ago, and her hairbrush. she sealed the suitcase, grabbed her cloak, and headed for the door , sighing at yet another departure.

Isamu Starkiller

06-04-2003, 02:36 AM

The burning in Isamu's leg intensified but in his semi-conscience state it felt as if gravity had increased ten fold. He could no longer feel his arms or his legs, thru the slits of his barely open eyes everything was a blur, the humming of a machine faded in and out of his ears. While fighting to stay awake the sound of shattering glass filled the room then gunfire, and finally something hitting him in the chest, a blinding white light faded to black and all sound faded to silence.
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Kretz the Wookie from the Dug Out pulled the Guldolas parallel to the side of the north tower of the Hotel.
"Easy Kretz, this ship is very expensive" purred the Trianii Ranger sitting shotgun. The Wookie growled at the Trianii as he unfastened the shoulder harness and grabbed his blaster riffle off the dash and sprinted towards the starboard hatch. The Trianni returned the comment with a single claw emerging from it's humanoid hand.
As Kretz rounded the bend the hatch opened like an iris, and he hit his full stride leaping from the ship 144 stories above the surface of Coruscant. He pulled the rifle around under his arm,in that moment time seemed to slow, this fur blowing madly about, another moment........"NOW" he thought to himself and squeezed the trigger one single shot hit the window and created a sunburst in the glass that spread like a spider web. A moment later the eight foot Wookie crashed thru the window into room 14478. The hovering orb in front of Isamu hummed to life as shards of glass rained all over the room, but the droid never stood a chance as Kretz's riffle tore the assassin droid apart. In a last ditch effort the orb zipped towards Isamu, in one smooth motion the rifle dropped from Kretz's claws and in the blink of an eye a jade lightsaber blade cut the droid cleanly in two. One half spinning recklessly into a wall, the other crashing into Isamu's chest.
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The last thing Isamu would recall was the roar of his old friend Kretz and the feeling he was floating up out of his comfy chair.

padmeamidala

06-04-2003, 05:29 PM

Earsina, realizing that the door was halfway unlocked ran to her suitcase, petrified, she grabbed what she could and ran to the door and looked at the door monitor off to the side. Two aliens fighting with blades were just outside the door,"This room will be the death of me if I stay here" she thought to herself. With all the courage she could muster, she punched the door panel and the door slid open with a hiss, without hesitation she ran as fast as she ever had down the corridor. Never turning around to see whether the men were after her or not, she didn't know, it seemed like they were, but then again, it seemed like everyone was chasing her, or conspiring against her, or knew her secret, what she was running from.
Running with all her strength, she bolted into the repulsor lift occupied by two adult Gungans with worried faces. Moments later she entered the lobby. She barely stopped to pay the clerk and return her key, and threw open the front doors. She ran down the ramp waving her arms for a taxi. After what seemed like hours of her waiting on the end of the ramp, a skycab finally swooped down to the port. She climbed in as quickly as her heavy cloak would allow, and to the driver, said hurriedly, exasperatedly, "Step on it, would you?"

Krogenar

06-07-2003, 12:22 AM

The two spun at each other, knives spinning. Krogenar's mind drifted into the dreamy void of a combat daze. The pale steel walls of the corridor, the floor, even his opponent - all faded away until the world was populated by his own knives, and his opponent's knives. The Walker's mind registered minor cuts and slashes on his hands, and one on his face.

Then the door opened, and his mark, Senator Earsina, shot past them both - shocking him into full consciousness. The masked assassin backed him against the windowed end of the hallway, and Krogenar realized now that this creature was not wearing a mask; fleshy flaps of skin hung over the top half of its face, and tiny sharklike eyes glittered at him from inside tiny pits in its forehead - like black beads.

Zzasz turned his head quickly to the side as his mark rushed past him. He needed to stop toying with this one, and finish. So far his decision to humiliate his opponent by slashing his limbs in such a manner that the slashes formed the Camarite symbol for 'fool' had not slowed his attack. Even the accent-slash on his forehead which placed the character in the Low Speech dialect was starting to lose its appeal. This canvas was-

Krogenar slashed at the flesh-mask, nearly severing one of the flaps.

His artistic calm shattered, Zzasz slashed wildly, his vision clouding over with pain. Krogenar bent backwards at the waist, and Zzasz's vibroblade whizzed over his chest, embedding itself into the wall. Bending forward, the aging Walker leapt onto his attacker's forearm with one foot, and planted his other foot on his injured face mask. Dropping into a roll, Krogenar landed behind the injured Blood Carver.

Zzasz held a shaking palm over the bloody wreckage of his face, his back to his attacker.

The sound of sirens blared, and several of Coruscant's Militia Skiffs hovered outside the window. Their spotlights were passing over the building's exterior, searching for signs of the disturbance. Guards were most likely on their way to every floor in the building. One of the skiffs observation beams flooded the hallway with light. Krogenar covered his eyes and backed away from the window.

<span style="color:red">"LAY YOUR WEAPONS DOWN AND IDENTIFY YOURSELVES."</span>

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The pilot prepared to repeat himself. From the console he saw the search-camera's view: two combatants on the 143rd floor. The droid brain that managed the camera zoomed in on one face: squared but mildly misshapen, bristling with stubble, with a fresh cut across the forehead. He was squinting into the camera light. A red circle flashed on one hand and identified a knife - instantly upgrading this suspects threat rating. The image of the suspect appeared on the gun screens of every guard currently in the building. The droid brain mapped the facial contours of the suspect and began a search of Coruscant's 755 billion inhabitants. Another figure was visible, but was fuzzy and indistinct. The pilot, puzzled, punched the side of his console, and repeated:

<span style="color:red">"LAY YOUR WEAPONS DOW-"</span>

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Zzasz lifted his blaster rifle, thumbed the thermal detonator switch, and fired.

The skiff exploded and fell from the sky. Turning, Zzasz thumbed it back and opened fire.

Krogenar ran down the hallway, leaping across the hallway's walls to make himself harder to hit. A white-hot burst of pain lanced through his lower back and shoulder just as he sprang around the corner. The wall in front of him sizzled in dark, burnt patches.
He sniffed at the air quickly.

<span style="color:green">... smoke ... burning flesh (that's me, he thought) ... blood ... hot metal ... and perfume.</span>

She was on the run, and so was he.

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Zzasz pulled two thermal detonators from his tunic and lobbed them down both branches of the hallway.

The Blood Carver walked into his mark's room. The Senator was gone.

Zzasz winced at the terrifyingly banal artwork on the hotel room's walls. He knocked over a clearly mass-produced porcelain vase, and felt the room's ambiance improve significantly. As he thumbed a signal card hidden in the lining of his tunic, he felt a muffled explosion some distance away. His assassination kit was gone now, and the guards would be distracted for another minute, maybe two. And the first interloper was dead as well.

The Blood Carver lifted a photo album from a luggage case thrown onto the bed, and examined a picture of his mark with her arms wrapped around an older man's neck. A brother, perhaps?

Both possessed the same high cheek-bones, the aristocratic nose - yes, siblings. He tucked the photo into his tunic as two more explosions went off simultaneously down the hallway.

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Krogenar stared at the curious metal ball. Five small dots of light, no - now four, flashed on its surface. A high-pitched sound it gave off rose a notch. The Walker's eyes widened, and he spun to the elevator's doors, pulling at the seam that sealed them. Behind him the ball's sound increased its pitch again. Krogenar eyed a smaller slot in the wall.

Isamu Starkiller

06-08-2003, 07:34 PM

Kretz lifts Isamu out of the chair he was slumped over in and walks to the window, to his surprise the Guldolas was gone but a dozen militia skiffs now hovered outside the window. One of the skiffs observation beams flooded the room with light. Kretz covers his eyes and backs away from the window, as he turns to the door he spots the assassination kit of the Blood Carver. In the center of the inside lining of the case Kretz sees an LED screen with interconnecting red dashes forming some sort of alien symbols. With a low rumbling growl Kretz runs through the doorway and down the hall, the muffled sound of a man could be heard yelling something in basic then suddenly there's a loud explosion and one of the skiffs drops past the transparasteele hallway in a ball of fire, a moment later a second exposion, this one much louder much closer. Kretz is knocked off balance from the explosion behind him and falls face first launching Isamu down the corridor infront of him. As he turns around Kretz discovers to his astonishment the room he just left is nothing but a gaping hole in the side of the north tower and the corridor that connected west and north towers has been severed. The corridor creaked as the supports began to give under it's own weight, Kretz gets to his feet, grabs Isamu, and begins to run for the repulsor lift, only to discover it was now an uphill race. Two more explosions just as Kretz reaches the controls of the repulsor lift and the transparasteel corridor tore free and began to fall away from the two towers. Kretz spins around and punches the repulsorlift control panel frantically.......
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Nothing....
Kretz lets out a deafening roar and pulls the doors apart, as the doors open a pleasant voice eminates from within the shaft, "Welcome to the Tyrell Towers, this is the one hundred and forty forth floor enjoy your stay", Kretz growls something and leaps into the shaft with Isamu under one arm.

padmeamidala

06-09-2003, 06:10 PM

Just as the door of the cab hissed shut, a loud explosion jerked Earsina's attention back towards the Towers, and the gigantic 144th floor corridor went crashing through the domed roof of the lobby. Giant gusts of flame gushed from its resting position, and hundreds of creatures, all different species came flooding out, panicking like she had just done.
She turned to look back at the cab driver, who, it seemed, could not make up his mind whether to stare at her or what had just happened.
"Dj'ye have innythin' ti do wit' dat missie?" (read it aloud, it might help) He said frightened, "Cos iff'n ye' did I'da haf ti turn ye in, ye knoo."
"Yes, sir, I know," she said, trying to buckle down the smile creeping over her face. The cabbey sounded alot like her father, making sure she was doing what's right and staying out of trouble, "I had nothing to do with it."
Atleast she hoped she didn't. Her mind began swimming with the possibility of that event being her fault. What if her follower had done that trying to get to her, and all of those innocent people had been put into harm's way?! She couldn't bear the thought.
"Sir, could we go now, I have somewhere I need to be," she said, the cabbey nodded, and they sped off into the radiant sunset towards safety, her brother's lounge.

Krogenar

06-09-2003, 11:47 PM

Zzasz quickly walked to his backup room on the mark's floor.

Walking down the corridor where his adversary had fled, he searched for a corpse.

He found none. Only an open elevator shaft (no sign there) and no open doors. A Corellian man poked his head out of his backup room, with only a sheet wrapped around his waist.

"Hey Mack, what's going on around here?"

The Blood Carver raised his needle-gun and fired 300 microscopic needles through the man's eye. He slumped backwards into the room, and a woman's questioning voice could be heard from within. Zzasz sidestepped the body and into the room, closing the door behind him. As he scanned the disheveled room, he leveled the needlegun at the woman in the bed, killing her. Moving to the room's bathroom, he found a laundry bag, neatly stenciled 'Tyrell Towers' in gold. Opening the bag he pulled out a change of clothes, and an I.D. set.

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LD-104 closed his metal arms on the freshly laundered sheet, and steam rushed around him, ironing out the supple fabric. A metal banging sound made the laundering droid turn his head. The laundry chute in the corner shuddered periodically. With each shudder a distant thump/growl sound could be heard. It became louder until the chute spat out a short, brutish, utterly unclean man. LD-104 immediately noticed his clothing was as filthy as his skin and his clothes were in desperate need of a pressing. LD quickly concluded that a homeless man had made his way into the Towers, and triggered the silent alarm.

Isamu Starkiller

06-10-2003, 09:34 PM

Just as Kretz leapt from the edge of the corridor a distant thunder crack resonated thru the shaft followed by a bast wave of heat from the wall of flame that raced up the shaft from the darkness below. The Wookie grabbed hold of the cable and pulled his massive body up against it to regain his balance, his other arm holding Isamu with his thermoptic camo gear drapped over his furry arm.
Kretz began the long decent down the the shaft with Isamu under one arm while grappling the auxillary repulsor cable with his free hand, although he was a proficient climber back on Kassykk this would prove to be quite a challenge, especially with Isamu's dead weight.
As he passed the 140th floor something caught the Wookies attention, he stopped immediately, motionless, he felt the piercing eyes of another and the scent of.........Coruscant cannolies. Kretz stayed motionless a few moments longer then, when the coast was clear he continued down the the long dark decent.
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Meanwhile in room 14379.......
"Sol Porkins, will you get off your lazy kitster and see what in Correlia that racket is in the hallway!" Edith Porkins yells from the other side of the bed. "and while you're at it go find Jek, he's probably in the holocade!"
Sol Porkins rolls out of the bed, grabs a Tyrell Towers towel and navagates the room carefully avoiding the food trays and empty pizza boxes strewn about the floor, he opens the door and yells, "Hey Mack, what's going on around here?"
A moment later Sol Porkins drops to the floor, "Sol?..................Sol?? What's wrong pooky?? Cries Edith Porkins in horror, a tall lanky alien steps through the doorway avoiding Sol Porkins crumpled body, hours later authorities would find the faceless bodies of Sol and Edith Porkins sitting in a pool of blood facing each other in there suite in the luxurious Tyrell Towers...

padmeamidala

06-11-2003, 10:26 PM

Earsina was beyond enthused to see her brother. The last time she'd seen him was at her graduation from Senatorial School, over 6 Basic years ago. She was now 20, and he would be 24. He had recently been married, and had sent a holo of his new wife who's name was...Zilania, she thought. She was beautiful, with the most clear, olive, sallow skin and the most piercing olive-green eyes. Her rich blackish brown hair reached to her lower back, and her slender figure and mysterious air made Earsina realize why her brother loved Zilania. She was gorgeous.

Yet she had never met Zilania, and she was anxious to do so. She hoped she would be liked.

The lounge her brother owned, "Twilight Tipsight" (Tipsight is the name of a vodka-like Corellian drink) was one of the most respectable places on Coruscant. Guests came from all across the galaxy to try his famous "Mairno Meltdowns" and his "Hilza Helpers", so maybe it wasn't the best place in the Galaxy to hide, but atleast she mightn't look suspicious there.

She wasn't really sure why Eavic (her brother) decided to let her come hide out at his lounge, it was imposing a great risk and a threat to him and Zilania. But Mother had always reminded them of the Corellian way of thinking, and the ideals of "All for your family members, even if it means your life" so he was doing this out of duty. But whether out of duty or love, she was still very grateful to her brother and her sister in law for taking her in.

padmeamidala

06-11-2003, 10:26 PM

Isamu Starkiller

06-16-2003, 02:52 AM

Isamu bobs around lifelessly inside an eight foot tall, glass cylinder filled with a clear liquid. Hundreds of wires, fiber-thin hang from him and run to through the base of the container which contains him. A thin white droid with a red symbol on it chest plate walks over to one of the monitors off to the side of the Spartii Cylinder.
In a mechanized tone the droid speaks into a recording device, "Patient John Doe, male, age late twenties early thirties, caucasion, six foot three, athletic build. Suffering multiple lacerations, heavy bruising, concussion, and stab wound to thigh, possible poisoning. Slight encepholagraphic irregularities, probable symtoms of deleria, we will continue to monitor....
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"Squads 11 and 38 advance!" the voice inside the helmet said calmly but with unquestionable authority. Isamu found him self surrounded by 30 men in high impact armor running across a rocky plain with high plateaus, the sky was red as blood and the landscape stretched on to infinity. "Why are we running, where are we going?" Isamu thought to himself. He looked over at the guy running next to him and saw him drop to a crouching position and begin shooting...."but there's nothing out there" Isamu thought to himself. Suddenly laser blasts tore up the ground in front of the guy next to him and the man went flying back. All around him chaos ensued as explosions shot rock and debris into the air and laser blasts zipped by his head. Isamu crawled over to his dead friend and removed his helmet, and his mouth opened as if he was going to say something to him but no words came as he stared unblinking at the corpse.
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From within the the silent room of the medical facility....
Patient 100011011 vital signs stable, delerium seems to continue, posioning confirmed, proceeding with antidote....
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A hand reaches down and pulls Isamu to his feet, "C'mon! Get up!" as Isamu grabs the mans arm he see's this one is not wearing the same uniform as the rest of the men.................the rest of the men, "where's my squad!?" thinks Isamu in shock. He looks back at the man in the silver and blue armor, "C'mon son this ones just a baby!" the man says as the 8 foot tall Rancor charges at them. Instinctively Isamu rolls out of the way and blasts the creature in the head, the rancor drops to the ground and lashes around wildly, Isamu walks over to the writhing monster and watches it flail around in agony. "Destroy it, put it out of it's misery" The man in the armor says from behind him, "kill it, kill the jedi, put it out of it suffering".
"What?" Isamu turns around and finds an old feeble man facing him
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Patient 100011011 body temperature increasing, antidote unaffective, administering second dose, 20 mg. to stop spread of venom
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"I am your master, you shall do my bidding" The old mans voice booms in Isamu's ears.
"NOOOOO, I have no master!" Isamu yells back
The old man stands tall with his arms stretched to the sky, Isamu looks up and sees a fleet of republic gunships fly overhead, and suddenly he finds himself once again on that rocky plain with his squad. More explosions rip the earth apart around him and his men rockets shoot by over head and laser blasts pummel his position. Isamu waves his men forward thru the billowing dust cloud and just then a young man wearing robes similar to the old man charges forward thru his squad into the abyss of dust and smoke, "FOLLOW ME!" he yells..........

Krogenar

06-21-2003, 10:08 PM

"Identification please."

The guardsman examined the photo-card, and sniffed.

"I hope everything is alright, officer. Do you know what this is all about?" The guard tried to ignore him, and finished looking at the card.

"My luggage is inside, and I, I need to-"

The guard handed the card back. "Move along."

Zzass slid the card back into his lapel and allowed the guard to push him aside. The Blood Carver walked away and looked back at the Tyrell Towers; a plume of gray smoke wafted into the Coruscant sky and air units hovered about it like insects. His head, which was bowed a moment before, lifted to his normal stature.

He entered the MassTrans, and as he sat in one of the stalls, he examined the photo graphs of the Senator, and her sister, his delicate grey fingers tracing along the jaw-line of the women.

A drop of blood spattered onto the photograph. Zzasz touched at his wounded pedipalp and rubbed some blood between his fingertips.

Krogenar

06-21-2003, 10:49 PM

Ulan ran behind his Master, Jedi Knight Auravyn Oro. His Master had known that there was a disturbance at the Tyrell Towers even before the call had come through on their comms. He struggled to emulate Auravyn, who showed no emotion, only a determined, calm look - but he couldn't - he grinned wildy and wondered if he would play any part.

"Wait here, Ulan."

Ulan almost questioned his Master, but controlled himself. Auravyn was a tall, lanky Corellion like himself, with tightly-cropped black hair with the characteristic topknot. They both wore the simple broadcloth robes of Jedi Knights, though Auravyn Oro's was stained and weathered from years of steady use.

Auravyn noted his padawan's restraint, and decided it was time to trust him with some small task. He added, "But keep your eyes open - aid the guardsman, if they need it."

His padawan fought back a grin, and nodded.

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The guardsman's head smacked against the durasteel wall panel and his helmet cracked as he fell unconscious to the floor. Krogenar squinted down at him and flexed his right hand.

Blaster fire sizzled past the Walker's head.

Krogenar whirled and ran down the hallway. He was somewhere on the fifth or sixth floor of this building. A riot of new smells had assaulted him - new smells. The ground floor was likely swarming with guards. As he ran, the wall to his right bloomed with brown-black blaster burns.

He crouched and slid along the floor on his haunches, and threw himself around a bend in the hallway. His back to the wall, he listened to the sound of booted footsteps.

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Auravyn stared down at the lifeless body of Mr. Porkins. There were no visible wounds, and no blood. No, there was blood. The Jedi pulled at the corpse's eyelid and saw several tiny dots.

"Flechette gun," he said.

"What's it mean?" a guard asked from the hallway.

"That's a sophisticated weapon - for a sophisticated killer."

"Master Jedi, security is still pursuing a suspect on the sixth floor. That must be the assassin."

Auravyn nodded, stood and asked, "What of the Senator? She was the most high-profile guest in the Towers at the time. Have you located her yet?" The guardsman shook his head. "We're still looking."

She was hiding, for some reason, the Jedi realized. Why? She must know she'd be safer in the protection of the Jedi. Why would she hide?
And there was still the sophisticated assassin in the building.

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Janegir's vehicle hovered under a byway, and waited. He was a leanly-muscled whipcord of a youth, brown-haired with blue eyes. Krogenar had entered the building only a few minutes ago, and already the building was belching smoke.

If Krogenar were dead, it'd be up to him, then. And the thought made his stomach turn leaden and hollow.

One of the metal insects that the guards of this city rode about in pulled alongside him. Janegir stiffened. The guardsman was speaking to him now, but Ranegir couldn't understand a word he said.

A bag sitting in the passenger's seat of the boy's vehicle produced a muffled voice, and Janegir rapped it with his free hand. He looked to his left at the vehicle, which repeated more gibberish in a loud voice that he still couldn't understand - but in a more demanding tone.

padmeamidala

06-23-2003, 04:43 PM

The cabbey pulled up to the familiar old lounge that her brother had had since he'd left the house. She could already hear the music of the local bands hired to play, and could smell the musty fragrance of alcohol, perfume and death sticks all rolled into one. Her stomach did somersaults of relief. For the first time this whole trip, she was excited.

She handed the cabbey the 95 marks she owed him, who, in return tipped his hat and offered to " 'elp de ladee wit' 'er luggage" to which Earsina kindly declined. Instead she grabbed her suitcase and ran up the paved docking path, and slowed to a leisurely stroll as she pushed open the looming, but friendly glass doors that led to the Twilight Tipsight.

She was greeted with a more concentrated puff of the smells she had caught a whiff of from outside. The lounge was packed with visitors from all ends of the galaxy. This was going to be great.

padmeamidala

06-23-2003, 04:44 PM

She was instantly surrounded by creatures from far reaches of the galaxy, there were Wookiees, Hutts, Ewoks, Humans, Droids, Twi'lek, and others that Earsina had only seen from her side of the Senatorial pod and on the telecom, not ever this close. It was amazing, unlike anything she'd ever seen before.

"Mila?!" She heard, Mila was her middle name, and she was using it as her alibi, she whipped around to see her brother's grinning face hurrying towards her for a hug. She grinned from ear to ear, he had grown up so much.

"Eavic!" She cried, "It's you! It's you!"

"It's Me! It's Me!" He cried back, pulling her weary body in for a tight embrace, "I was so worried about you, Ea-Mila."

"I'm fine," she said, pulling away, then to his appraising, questioning stare, she reassured him, "really, I am."

"Well, I'm glad you're here, come on, I want you to meet Zilania!" He said, as he grabbed her hand and made headway for the steps that led to the upstairs apartment. He reminded her of a child at Winter Holiday, she couldn't remember seeing him this excited in a long time.

He dragged her up the stairs and opened the door to the apartment with a happy sigh. "Zil?!" he called

"Yes?" she replied softly, stepping from a room that must have been the kitchen.

"Meet my little sister Earsina," then, to Earsina's wildly terrified look, he whispered, "It's safe up here."

"Well, I'm terribly pleased to meet you Earsina," Zilania said in her smooth, buttery, musically sweet voice. She was just like in the picture, rather tall, with her blackish-brown hair swept back into a simple, yet beautiful up-do, and her piercing green eyes brought out with a hint of whitish-silver Eyelid Dust. She was untying her apron in the back, and removed it when Earsina noticed the unmistakeable swell of her abdomen.

"Oh great Force!" She cried (Earsina, that is) "You two are expecting?!"

Zilania released a tiny musical laugh and said, "It's good to meet you too?"

Earsina blushed at having forgot this formality, "Why y-yes, of course it's wonderful to meet you, you simply took me by surprise, I had no idea-"

To this, Zilania cut in, "Eavic, you never told her?!"

Eavic looked embarrassed, "No, sorry Zil, sorry Ear, I thought it would be more fun as a surprise...guess I was wrong..."

"When are you due?" Earsina pressed, ignoring her brother's failure.

"I was due two weeks ago, It's twins, so the doctor said I might be late, but it should be any day now..."

"That's wonderful!" Earsina giggled. She was exceedingly happy for her brother and his wife, and she was happy for herself, she would be an aunt!

Isamu Starkiller

06-27-2003, 12:47 PM

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Observation hour ten, encephalogram status uncertain, swelling reduced in temporal lobe, patient 100011011 delirium continues....
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"Squad 11 lay down suppressing fire, squad 38 advance to quadrant one niner decimal seven seven!" Yells Isamu in a commanding tone. Isamu moves forward into the wall of dust and smoke trying to follow the young man, but soon he finds himself lost and disoriented in the darkness. Off in the distance a pale blue light breaks through the darkness, then another, followed by a green light, soon hundreds of green and blue lights formed a wall in front of Isamu in the darkness.
“Squad hold your position”, Isamu muttered, but there was no response, Isamu spun around and there before him was the feeble old man, “please help me, protect me”. The voice hissed from his stone grey face, then the young man he saw earlier appeared like an apparition behind the old man, “don’t allow them to harm us,” the young man said. “But those are Jed-“ Isamu turns to look back and sees the wall of lightsabers moving steadily forward towards the three. “What should I do, who are you! Help! Father!!”
Isamu turns back around towards the two and finds himself shadowed by a towering black figure looming over him, it’s blackness casting a void around him, and then there was nothingness, no sound, no light…..nothing.
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Cell analysis reveals unnatural structure; patient 100011011 appears to have been artificially manufactured,
wounds are healing well, poison has been neutralized. Prognosis good, estimated return to conscienceness one hour.
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Isamu Starkiller

07-03-2003, 08:05 PM

Observation hour fifteen, patient 100011011 has just regained conscienceness....
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"How are you feeling sir?" the medi-droid turns to face the tank
"ugghh, like hammered poodoo. Where the hell am I?" grumbles Isamu
"Gateway station, you were admitted a few days ago, we weren't sure you were going to make it, you were pretty banged up." responds R3-DX
"Thanks for the update doc.......wanna get me outta this fish tank?" asks Isamu in a tired voice
"Just a moment sir" R3-DX rolls over to the controlls for the bacta tank

The clear liquid drains from the tube and the hiss of a locking seal is heard as the cylindar retracts into the ceiling.

"Sir there's a fresh set of robes on the bed along with your I.D, oh and sir, when you're done there's a gentleman waiting for you in the atrium lobby" R3-DX tells Isamu in a monotone, mechanized voice
"Who is it?" asks Isamu concealing the concern in his voice

Isamu Starkiller

07-07-2003, 02:33 AM

"It's Isamu sir, he's off the grid" replied ensign Vorheez
"Of all the times to lose a link! The Starkiller project cannot be delayed any further! The Chancellor is getting impatient, Vorheez dispatch a runner immediately." Lieutenant Calaen ordered in a calm yet definative voice.
Vorhees turned to face Calean who was staring out the vast transparasteele window overlooking Coruscant below, "who sir?"
"Send Javen, he has a good track record" Calaen said coldly.
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Isamu walks out of the repulsor lift and into the lobby tightening the tie of his robe; there were a couple of Zabracks sitting together off to the left and a window that wrapped half-way around the room on his right, standing off at the other end was a lone man looking out at the night sky of....."Where the hell am I" Isamu thought to himself as he approached the man.
"You lookin for me bub?" Isamu asks standing behind and to the left of the man.
"Depends", reponds Javen
"Depends on what jack" responds Isamu
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The Guldolas floated silently towards the docking bay of Gateway station medical center.
"What do you think possesed Isamu to break into the Tyrell Towers in the first place?" Cole the Triani purred.
Kretz the Wookie barked back at the ranger " I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about this."
"what do you sense something?" Cole asks.
Kretz responds in a series of wookie rumblings"I feel something bad has happened here, be on guard."

padmeamidala

07-07-2003, 04:52 PM

That night at dinner, when they all had eaten their fill, and pushed their plates away with a groan, Eavic asked the question she'd been dreading.

"So, Ears, why exactly are you running like mad around the galaxy?"

She was terrified he would ask that, because she knew that she would have to answer, and be reminded of what frightened her.

"Well," she began, looking across the small kitchen table that resided in Eavic's dining room at her brother and Zilania, "You both know that I'm a senator, and apparently, I'm very influential member of the senate."

"Who told you that?" Zilania asked.

"Oh, I don't have to be told," Earsina said nonchalantly, "A number of times, when I've made a proposal, or a comment, two thirds of the senate sides with me. But, anyway, I was walking through an empty, lonely corridor in the Galactic Senate, a corridor that is rarely visited trying to get reception for my telecom."

"Who were you trying to contact?" Eavic asked, grinning devilishly.

Earsina blushed and admitted, "Baylam."

"Who's Baylam?" Zilania asked.

"Earsie's boy-friend," Eavic teased.

"Yes, he is my boyfriend, but please, Eavic, let me continue," Eavic nodded, still grinning devilishly, "Try as I might have, I couldn't get reception on the darned thing, but it was then that I heard voices, and they weren't coming from my telecom, but from around the corner. I recognised them both, they were Chancellor Palpatine and the Jedi Anakin Skywalker. Ordinarily, I would have strolled on out, passed them with a smile and a 'good day Chancellor, Master,' but I caught a few words of their conversation, and it made me freeze like a statue."

"What were they saying?!" Eavic pressed.

"sshh, Eavic, let her finish!" Zilania scolded, "Go on, Earsina."

"Like I said, I only caught a few words, but I heard the chancellor say 'when this galaxy is mine, everyone will be in my control, and you, Anakin, will help lead me to that power.' to which Anakin responded 'yes, master' Their conversation was cut short though, so I couldn't hear any details, the Jedi Master Windu beckoned Anakin Skywalker to escort him to the Temple, so they dispersed. When they were gone, I didn't know what to do. I waited until I thought the Chancellor was gone, and walked out of the corridor, but he was still there. He snatched me by the collar, and grabbed my telecom with the other hand. He read off 'Baylam McKinty' on my 'outgoing' window, and laughed. He said 'If you ever breathe ONE WORD of this conversation to anyone, I will hunt first this 'Baylam' of yours, and then, I will hunt you down, and you will be eliminated. Understood?!' To which I nodded mindlessly.
Well, of course I told Relly, the other senator from Corellia, but I never expected him to tell 20 other senators, one of those being Sly Moore, Palpatine's 'right hand man', the next thing I heard, Baylam's house on Corellia had been destroyed. I had no choice but to run...to you two." Earsina broke off, she was sobbing.

Zilania and Eavic sat, dumbfounded.

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07-08-2003, 03:29 PM

"Oh, dear," Zilania cried, dropping to Earsina's side, "I'm so sorry about Baylam," her own eyes had begun to brim with tears, "about-about everything. I could never, ever imagine..." she trailed off, and gave Earsina's hand an affectionate squeeze, accompanied with a sad smile.

"I know," Earsina tried to smile, "It's just hard, there are," she gulped, "assassins everywhere." Then, to answer her shocked brother's confused face, she explained, "for example, at the Tyrell Towers, the solar hotel I stayed and remasked my identity, there was a security breach, and as soon as I left, the tower I had been staying in collapsed. I'm sure the assassins were hunting for me."

Her brother's face paled, and Zilania's eyes grew as big as saucers, she edged away from Earsina, not knowing how to react to this bit of news.

"But, I'm okay...I mean..." she stopped as her gaze caught sight of the Vision Screen, there was a news report on, and they were showing one of the assassins in the back of a disiplinary pod, being led away. "Oh, Force!" she cried.

"What?!" They both replied, worried.

"That's one of them! That guy! On the screen! He was one of the assassins!"

"Well, they've caught him now, so it's alright, don't worry dear," Zilania consoled.

"Oh! I wasn't worried, I was relieved...That stupid creature thinks he can get me, does he? Well look at what happened to him! HA!"
But her victory was short lived and was overpowered by Zilania's moan.

"Ohhhhhh! Ooooohhh!" She wailed, "Eavic! Help!"

"Is it time?!" He shouted frantically, "Zilania, stay with me! Don't go to the light!"

Earsina had to laugh, her brother had been watching too much "Basic Hospital". But she did recognize that Zilania was in labor, and ran to get her shoes from beside the front door. She snatched the laser starter from the kitchen counter and called to Eavic, "Eavic! Get her up, and help her to your speeder, I'll drive, and you comfort her, she will be okay, don't worry!" Shocked at her initiative, he robotically followed her commands and in no time, she was flying their red speeder with her brother and sister in law in the back to the Hospital.