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Eli_Vanto OFFLINE Forum Posts: 92	Posted: Fri, 23/04/2021 01:55 (4 Years ago)
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Posted: Thu, 22/04/2021 19:48 (4 Years ago)

Anthony's expression remained static as the rebel responded. Nothing related to the particular incident. Did that mean there were other attacks planned for different reasons from the first? Or was it just simply a no? That wasn't a response he was hoping for, it left him with no leads on where he could possible search next. His hands grasped tighter together behind his back. It was like he was stuck one step behind. It was a feeling he was not familiar with.

Somebody was hiding details from him, he was sure of it. Yet without any proof or evidence it simply seemed like a paranoid thought. He bit back a scowl, reminding himself he was still in a cell with an enemy. "No attacks were planned in relation to the factory, or no attacks were planned except the one on the factory?"

The chiss felt like he was scrambling for even the slightest clue. Whoever was going behind his back seemed to be covering their tracks well. Anthony could only hope that Eli would be able to find something.

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Posted: Wed, 21/04/2021 18:13 (4 Years ago)

Anthony lightly tilted his head, the response seemed less snarky than he was expecting. Though he supposed something had to have happened as the art had seemingly disappeared overnight. Perhaps the rebel was already breaking. That would be disappointing, he had held high hopes on the shaliz'na.

Behind his back, the chiss rubbed a thumb against his index finger. There had been a question nagging the back of his mind since he had been called out of the cell the last night. ~~"You assumed the Empire has been working with the pykes, why? What evidence did you have?"~~

He doubted he would ever get an answer to the question. The Imperials seemed to conveniently pull him out right after he had asked that question, leading him to believe they were hiding something. It wouldn't have been too far of a stretch to reach that conclusion. Instead he asked another question.

"Are there any other refineries or factories the rebellion has plans to attack?"

A simple, non suspicious question, making it appear as if he was trying to prevent another strike. Anthony had different motives however. If he could get another location he could hopefully retrieve more evidence of the Empire's hidden transactions. He could have a bigger lead.

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Posted: Wed, 21/04/2021 15:19 (4 Years ago)

Anthony frowned, looking down at the datapad in his hands. He had stayed up the entire night, trying to figure out any connections between the ruined factory and the Pykes. After roughly a 6 hour search, the chiss had managed to pull up an older sales report for the factory, though he could only he left to wonder if it was recent enough to help him. The door to the room slid open, causing the chiss to look away from the information.

"Commodore Anthony."

The Imperial officer allowed himself to smile as he heard the familiar wild space accent.

"Lieutenant Commander Vanto." Anthony quickly got to his feet, he couldn't help but appreciate the timing. "It is good to see you here."

Eli entered the room at Anthony's gesture, sitting down across from the chiss. "So... Kellux?" The blue officer sighed, running his hands up his face.

"Dead end. No records left behind. The only clue I hold is of a rebel contained here in this prison."

"Seems awfully convenient." He could hear the familiar doubt in Eli's tone.

"Yes, it does. Trying to obtain information from him has been difficult, if he refuses to cooperate I may have to result to less than desirable methods. The prisoner seems to rely on art to keep a level head, I assume that removing their ability to create would assist in breaking them."

Eli was silent, shaking his head. After a few moments he spoke. "I can try and locate any inconsistencies with older records, not sure how far that can get you."

"I would appreciate it." The chiss spoke, standing up.

Anthony finally found himself back in the shaliz'na's cell, feeling much more calm. He had to admit, talking with Eli had helped. The chiss found himself staring at a section of the wall. He had been certain there was some of the prisoner's art there, but it was erased. He frowned, looking around at the cell. They all seemed to be erased.

Turning to face Saran, the chiss looked down at the prisoner. "Perhaps you will be more open to answering our questions today." The Imperial officer spoke, keeping his voice even. The chiss had noticed that the prisoner would not discuss anything too closely related to the rebellion. Anthony hoped he could get the winged-sentient to discuss more about how his rebel group had come to find the Imperials supposed hidden transactions.

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Posted: Tue, 20/04/2021 21:46 (4 Years ago)

Anthony felt a flash or irritation run through him, a scowl slowly working it's way onto his face. It appears he had underestimated the rebel. "At the moment your wellbeing is entirely in Imperial hands. I suggest you answer questions truthfully and efficiently, lest you find yourself in a less than desirable position." The chiss hissed.

"You assumed the Empire has been working with the pykes, why? What evidence did you have?"

He had to know, some terrible feeling twisted in his gut and all he knew was that he had to discover what was going on. There was something he did not know, and it irked him. It was like the truth was dangling just out of reach, taunting him.

Before he could even get an answer from the prisoner he heard the cell door slide open. Letting the signs of anger drop from his face he turned to face the Imperial standing by the door. "Time to move on."

Anthony gave a small nod, crossing his palms behind his back and marching out of the cell, throwing one last glance at a carving on the wall before the door shut behind him. The chiss found himself caught up in his thoughts as he sat alone. He doubted it was a coincidence. Anthony's ship was stationed over Kellux when the bombing of the factory occurred, and now here he was, interrogating one of the rebels behind the attack. He hadn't been made aware of any prisoners.

He supposed he would have to wait and see where things went from here. And maybe, perhaps... the rebel could help him uncover what was happening here.

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Posted: Tue, 20/04/2021 19:46 (4 Years ago)

Anthony watched with cold interest as the prisoner seemed to leave their body. Many a time he'd heard of the ailment, it was something each officer was warned of considering their line of work, yet until now the chiss had never seen it take effect. He watched for roughly a minute or two before he noticed the shaliz'na's eyes return into focus.

They seemed to recover rather quickly, answering his question, though Anthony could tell they were still shaken. He lifted a hand to rest against his chin to hide a small smile. "I see."

No longer feeling the need to be quite as careful towards how he addressed his questions the blue alien moved closer, standing roughly two feet from the avian-sentient. "Where did your ships take off? Where is your base located?"

His eyes watched every minute detail like a ravenous predator, if he could obtain this information he could likely get reassigned and away from the prison faster. The carvings swam in his kind for a second, and the chiss frowned. He supposed it would be a shame he didn't get to observe the art works much longer, but he had to think about the great need of the Empire.

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Posted: Tue, 20/04/2021 17:16 (4 Years ago)

Anthony watched as the shaliz'na's wings ruffled, and the chiss found himself bracing for whatever came next. Signs of agitation in a figure usually proving to be well-controlled were never a sign one wanted to see, the Imperial officer could speak from personal experiences. He briefly debated calling in some security to subdue the prisoner if they did end up striking. A sour taste entered his mouth as he cynically wondered if they would actually help. His death would result in one less alien in the Imperial ranks.

Anthony stumbled back as a gust rushed past him, a hand reaching out to steady himself on a wall. Feeling no other form of attack coming, the chiss looked up at the prisoner, his red eyes narrowing in of the shaliz'na in a sharp glare. "I do not believe I can convincingly lie to a being I hold no knowledge on." His voice was sharp, though he tried to level it out. He couldn't have himself losing his temper. "You assume I hold evidence in front of me yet all I see is rumors and speculations sourcing from less than truthful media."

He took another breath before continuing.

"Perhaps if your rebellion were truly concerned with this issue they would have focused on recovering production and transaction logs rather than destroy a factory with thousands of innocent civilians still inside." The chiss narrowed his eyes, his head tilting in a form of superiority. This is where Anthony truly shone.

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Posted: Tue, 20/04/2021 03:03 (4 Years ago)

Anthony watched with a sense of satisfaction as the shaliz'na began to mull over the question. That was good, they were actually considering answering, truth or lie he could care less. Lies were easy to work with, to break down into a simple intention meant by the untruthful words. The chiss was expecting a lie, not the passionate words coming from the rebel.

"because of the empire's transactions with the pikes."

Anthony felt his grip tighten on he datapad, hearing the rebel's answer. The pikes... that couldn't have been right. Yet he found no trace of a lie within the winged-sentient's words. His throat felt dry as he quickly exited the list of questions, pulling up a reference on both the pikes and the destroyed factory. It was harder to find any connections between the two with the factory's records destroyed, but he found small details that could have easily been missed, ones that just so happened to line up.

He had no knowledge that these exchanges had even been occurring. Where were the obtained funds even going towards? As his brain wracked for answers, Anthony slowly shook his head.

"I'm afraid there must be some sort of mistake." The chiss struggled to push the words out, and he was positive he might've switched to Sy Bisti at some point as he tried to sort out the tangled thoughts and emotions inside his brain. "The Empire has no business with the pikes, or any criminal syndicate."

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Posted: Tue, 20/04/2021 01:51 (4 Years ago)

Anthony quickly filled put the name, catching to lie from the shaliz'na. The chiss noticed the alien's distrust, it was well-deserved. Looking down at the list of questions Anthony skipped through the less important ones. He could always come back to them later. He stopped at one he found himself personally wanting to know the answer to. Looking up he caught the avian-being stretching out his wings, and the chiss felt a slight bristle of discomfort. He supposed it couldn't be comfortable keeping those things close at all times, though he supposed that was the point.

Slowly blinking, the Imperial officer chased away the thought, looking back at shaliz'na. "You were left behind in an attack by the Rebellion, you have also confirmed that you were a member of this Rebellion." Anthony skipped over the fact it wasn't necessarily a verbal response. "What was the intention of the attack? The factory destroyed by your weapons was simply a refinery. It did not build weapons or transports. Why did your Rebel friends attack it?"

The chiss brought a hand to his chin as he mused over potential answers and he asked the question. It couldn't have even been assumed that the refined metals would be used for Imperial purposes, and the documentations were all destroyed in the attack.

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Posted: Mon, 19/04/2021 16:42 (4 Years ago)

Anthony caught the look thrown towards him by the captive, holding back a resigned sigh. He could only hope nonverbal answers were fine. His eyes flicked down to the next question, finding questions more along the lines he was expecting. Name, date of birth, planet of origin, etc. Of course the chiss could tell this session would be a struggle, the shaliz'na already showing signs of resistance. He quickly tapped in an affirmative under the first question, asking the second.

"Name?"

He kept a close eye on the alien, it could be safely assumed that the wings could be used to show emotion similarly to the twitch of fingers. He kept the images on the wall in his mind as he watched the winged sentient for any tells of a lie, or an attack if the being became angered enough.

Similarly to art, small details in one's posture could be used to identify emotions and intentions, able to be read only by those mastered in the art. In many ways, people were art. The shaliz-na, he could tell, defended himself in the form of snarky retorts and excessive sarcasm. He could see how closely the prisoner watched him, noticed how their limbs would tense and relax. Anthony noticed how he cautious the shaliz-na became when he noticed their art. Removing the artist's ability to create would likely serve to further break them down, whether they would respond to further questioning or not after that point, the chiss could not tell. He slipped the information away for later, a small smile pulling at his lips.

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Posted: Mon, 19/04/2021 04:31 (4 Years ago)

Anthony only gave a quick glance to the prisoner as they spoke, catching the melancholic tone. He also hadn't missed how closely the shaliz'na watched him, leaving the chiss wary. The Imperial officer took pride in his indifferent appearance, and he knew artists held a strong attention to even the smallest of details. He would have to watch himself closely if he wanted to effectively hide his emotions. The chiss could only hope the avian-like humanoid hadn't noticed earlier.

Moving closer to one of the carvings he noticed a similar figure throughout the room. They each seemed to vary in appearance but looked as if they were part of the same species. Anthony studied it for a moment longer. It didn't appear to be anything he had seen before, and he had a reason to doubt it was a real species. Straightening up he turned back to the prisoner.

"It would appear so." The words seemed to stick together as he spoke, leaving the chiss frustrated once more. He supposed it didn't matter if the prisoner clearly heard his words or not, it held to importance. Anthony finally took a look at the first question on the datapad, mentally grumbling as he saw the first question. It seemed pointless to him, a true sign of the narrow minded nature of the Imperials. Holding back a sigh he finally asked the question.

"Are you part of, or have ever sympathized with the rebellion?"

A question asked even before any important and more basic questions such as identification or prior crimes. It truly appeared like the higher ranked officers cared only about threats to their power.

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Posted: Mon, 19/04/2021 01:39 (4 Years ago)

Csapla'antho'yed found himself frustrated. He had been torn away from his past assignment -a rather intriguing one he had to admit- just to be sent to an Imperial prison off on some backwater planet just to assist interrogations on the more rebellious prisoners. He could hardly understand why he had to drop what he was doing simply because of the incompetence of others. Silently breathing in a deep breath he relaxed the growing tension in his limbs. The chiss was lightly jostled in his seat as the Lambda shuttle touched down on the Imperial prison, and he nearly grimaced.

Standing on his feet, the blue alien exited the shuttle, silently relieved to stretch out his legs. His red eyes scanned the surrounding area, purposefully avoiding the other Imperials scattered about the hangar.

"Commodore Anthony."

Csapla'antho'yed looked up, hearing his core name. The shortening of his name was different from most others, as even that was difficult to pronounce. The result was a left out A and an added N.

"I am to show you your first assignment. If you would follow me." The officer continued, and Anthony finally caught the one speaking. With simply a nod in response, the two were off. Truthfully the chiss was left with a dry taste in his mouth and anger rearing inside of him. There seemingly was no explanation on what he was doing other than the information he recieved before being shipped off to the prison. It was like he was being set up for failure. A reccurring issue unfortunately.

A door was opened, the officer gesturing Anthony inside. Red eyes began to analyze the cell the moment he entered, settling on an alien, a pair of wings pressed against their back. They seemed like they would have held a rather elegant appearance if not for the ruffled and torn look. His eyes were slowly drawn from the shaliz'na towards the officer, awaiting instructions. All he recieved was a datapad being pushed into his hands with less than helpful information and a list of questions needing answers. He pressed his lips together as his concerns were proved valid. He was being set up to fail.

Anthony was a little shocked at the shocked at the prisoner's words. He hadn't expected the shaliz'na to speak to him. Then the words spoken seemed to finat register in his brain and a flash of anger roared through him, though he kept his expression blank. "It would appear so." Was the chiss' reply. As he was about to ask the first question on the 'survey's he paused, his eyes finding themselves drawn towards a carving on the wall. It appeared to have been painted in with blood, the lightly browned color giving him a rough estimate of how long it had been there. Looking around the cell once more he found more carvings, each colored with blood. It was morbid but almost poetic.

"You are an artist." It was less of a question and more of a statement, and certainly not on the datapad.

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Posted: Sat, 17/04/2021 22:46 (4 Years ago)

Wow look at this. I don't know what to say.

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Csapla'Antho'Yed
"Anthony"
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 37
Species: Chiss

Description:
A rather tall being with pale-blue skin and glowing red eyes, attention is often drawn towards the alien's way. With a small, knowing grin seemingly worn on his face at all times he is a picture of level-headedness. Deep blue hair is barely kept within Imperial regulations, leaving quite a few strands left out.

Personality:
The seemingly level-headed Imperial often appears to be all-knowing and collected, never letting his emotions betray him. Truthfully the intelligent alien struggles to keep a lid on his growing anger. With every success he feels more prideful, but quickly smothers to feeling to focus on his duties. The Chiss can often be found studying art, using it to help him learn about its creators. Looking at each stroke and choice of color lulls him into deep thought, pulling him away from his raging anger and leaving him with a more calm disposition. He tends to play the long game when dealing with his opponents, helping him climb up the Imperial ranks quicker.

Allegiances:
~~Chiss Officer~~
Imperial Officer
Homeworld:
Csilla

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Posted: Sun, 11/04/2021 22:16 (4 Years ago)

Aten grumbled as he slung his blaster off of his back, opening a panel from the ship's flooring and placing the weapon inside. Slamming it back down he got back up on his feet, dashing down the hall to the cargo hold.

"12 years the Empire's been in rule and you still can't figure out how to avoid getting us in trouble!" Aten hissed as he passed a rather peeved half-mirialan woman.

"Yell at me all you'd like, just get that cargo hidden!" Vex snapped in response before pounding on a closed door. "And where, stars tell, is Trigger!"

"Probably sleeping, much like I was trying to do! Besides, it's probably better if he stays hidden. The Imps never take to kindly to him anyways." A feminine voice piped up, lightly startling Aten. "What, you thought I'd be slacking as well?"

Aten turned to face Carissa, giving her an unimpressed look. She chuckled and held up her hands before returning to rifling through a box. Aten turned to his own materials, picking up a few bags and shoving them into Vex's hands as she collected the contraband materials to hide.

"What flagged us this time?" Aten questioned the remaining sentient in the hold.

"Not sure. Far as I know no scan was performed."

Asten shook his head. "You hid the spices yet? Those're the worst thing we're holding."

"What do you take me for, an idiot?"

He hid a small chuckle at Carissa's response, sliding the top of the box back in place as he finished unloading the more illegal items. While they hadn't been able to learn to avoid Imperial interception they had at least learned the more efficient ways to hide their questionable cargo.

Within a few minutes Vex returned from hiding the last load, just in time to watch as Imperials boarded the ship. Aten shifted in discomfort as he noticed something different about this search. Normally a group of about three low ranking officers would search their cargo followed by two stormtroopers. However, white now dominated his vision. A single officer stood at the head, their eyes landing on Aten.

"State your business here on Kijimi." The officer droned, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Aten glanced at Vex, his fists clenched tight. He turned his gaze back to the officer, his response just as firm. "You'll have to ask my Captain."

The Imperial narrowed her eyes as she followed his gaze to Vex, he could practically taste her disgust as a sour taste filled his mouth. This could go two ways, and more often than not it never went well.

"We're just here to drop off some supplies, rest for a bit and leave." The half-mirailan answered, her tone clipped.

"Very well. Hand over your ship's manifests and pray it all lines up with what we may find on your ship." Came the officer's cold reply, venom seeping through her voice.

That certainly wasn't normal protocol as far as Aten was aware. He hissed as a stormtrooper pushed past him, stumbling back a few steps. It could only be hoped they would stay in the cargo bay. While they hadn't hid anything in plain sight it couldn't be assumed they would leave everything as it was. Trigger also wouldn't take too kindly to the Imperials if they barged into his room.

Disgruntled he turned to Vex, seeing her hand over the ship's manifest. Carissa was typically the one maintaining the logs, making sure everything was logical and there were no… inconsistencies. Truthfully he wasn't quite sure what to do with the Imperials searching the ship, so he supposed he would wait for further demands from the officer. Dropping himself on a box he laid his head in his hands, shutting his eyes. A faint hum buzzed in his head, though he had already become familiar with the sound over the years.

Aten had found that often he could lose track of time whenever he paid too much attention to the sound, and he didn't need that now. Opening his eyes he cast his haze over towards Carissa, who had seated herself next to him. Spotting a rather tall merlot colored being, Aten held back a groan. It appeared as though the Imperials had, indeed, awoken the grumpy Davaronian. Trigger was standing with his arms crossed, a clear displeased look on his face. A poor stormtrooper stood on guard of the horned man, though it certainly seemed the other way around as Trigger held at least two feet over the white armored trooper.

Three more troopers finally emerged from the halls, giving what Aten assumed was an all clear as the Imperials quickly left their ship.

"What the kriff was that about?" Trigger growled, ever as eloquent. "Never in 12 years have we been searched like that!"

"Clue me if I know!" Vex said, throwing up her hands and marching towards the cockpit. Trigger mimicked the motion, his every motion dripping with sarcasm as he stomped back into his room and shut the door, leaving Carissa and Aten.

Turning to his fellow human, Aten pointed towards the hall. "Gonna get my blaster now."

She snorted as he turned towards the hall. "Man, you really are attached to that thing."

"Course I am, I assembled it piece by piece using only the finest of materials. For years my portion of the pay went into it, it's like my child." Aten responded, splaying a hand on his chest in a dramatic fashion before retracing his previous steps to retrieve his gun.

Prying off a section of the metal flooring he picked up his blaster, working around the spices that had been stored alongside it. He grumbled as he closed it back up once more. He could only hope it's packaging was secure, he didn't want to spend hours cleaning off his blaster just so it didn't blow up in his face. Slinging his weapon onto his back he grabbed hold of the ladder, quickly climbing up and opening the door to his room. They had roughly an hour or two until they arrived at the surface of Kijimi, and he planned to follow Trigger's example and take what sleep he can get.

Sliding his blaster under the bed, Aten placed himself down on his bed, shutting his eyes as he laid against the firm surface. The gentle and familiar hum once more entered his mind, carrying him to a steady sleep.

"You have to go, I'm̶̡̂ ̵̠͕̤̬͌̏̄͘n̸̹̩̅̕ơ̸̫̰̋̌̿t̵̪̓̓̾ ̷̲̦̑̋̎̏ĝ̵̠͛̈́̚ö̴͉̮̖́ȉ̸̼ṇ̵̯̤̲̼̎̂g̴̢͙͚͓̥͕̬̯͎̳̭͕̯͘͘ͅ ̵̟̳̳̅̇͒̌͒̇̔̇t̴̰͌͑̀̑̒̇̅̎͆̕ỏ̶̡̦̳̪̤̂́̽ ̴̨̢̨͍͚͙̹̳̲͎̻̏̑̏̅̐́̔̄͛m̸̧͓̹̤͍͖͙̚ȧ̴̫̻͍̩͇̑̀͠k̶̛̤̗̭̄̇̏̋̏̕͜ȩ̸̡͈̬̱̘͕͔̍̒̎͌̏͑̄

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Posted: Sun, 11/04/2021 22:15 (4 Years ago)

Ey welcome to my newest fanfic! Fragments is a story that will take place within the rule of the Galactic Empire, following a crew entirely made up of OC's. The goal for this fanfiction is simple. I want to create an appealing story with a colorful cast of characters made entirely by me. I hope you all can be as invested in these characters as I have become. Anyways, this first post may go through some changes as I find time to add BBcode and such and create a better layout but for now this is it.

Also please dont post here. If you wish to say something you can PP or PM me I guess.

Character List:
Aten, a 25 year old human male and the protagonist. He can typically be found fixing anything that might need repairs, which is somewhat often.
Vex is the captain of the Quadrant, she's a 37 year old half-Mirailan. She mostly pilots the ship as she's probably the most qualified to do so (but that isn't saying much).
Carissa is a 27 year old human. She often maintains the ship's cargo and is quick to lighten the atmosphere.
Vricollei is a 47 year old Devaronian who goes by the name Trigger. When he isn't being a grump he typically handles the heavy lifting.

Word Count for each chapter
1. 1,088 words
2. 1,160 words

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Posted: Wed, 24/03/2021 03:36 (4 Years ago)

Casjum had just entered through the large, open doors of the Consulate -Formerly the Jedi Temple, which was being slowly rebuilt by the time they arrived, leaving it a weird mess of different materials and scorched walls- when he caught his comlink light up in the corner of his eye. He took in a breath the encryption. It was likely a summons for the Twelve, which he supposed would work out somewhat well as he was already on Coruscant. Catching his master's attention once more, he gestured to a separate hallway, quickly throwing some signs. Got a call. You get mission.

The Togrutan woman seemed to understand as she nodded, giving him a quick affirmative before continuing on her path. He finally tapped into the message, quietly replaying it a few times to make sure he fully understood. The message was important, that much was easy to tell. It wasn't every day the Emperor himself would call a meeting with the Twelve. Usually one of the older masters that would call a meeting over some political thing Casjum could honestly care less about. So even has he understood what the message was saying, he felt like he had to replay it just once more.

"Meet in council chambers at 1540. Those not on Coruscant report through holo."

The clipped tone told Casjum all he needed to know about the urgency of the situation. Casting a quick glance at the time he grimaced. 1528. He'd have roughly 12 minutes to arrive at the council chambers. Just another detail to confirm the urgency he supposed. Shaking his head, Casjum began his fast-paced stride to his next location. He had hoped they wouldn't have to hold another meeting for at least a week, yet apparently five days away from the others was too much to ask.

Deltac grumbled at the silence from the comlink, turning it off with a silent beep. He'd gotten his message across, it was their fault if they didn't listen. Shifting his position to easier scale down the tree, the Trandoshan slid down the bark, holding in a soft grunt as his feet hit the ground. He'd marked only one of the possibly several patrols on this planet (though he had no idea as to the actual number). Checking that his rather dated blaster rifle was firmly secured against his back before once more beginning to trudge through various shrubbery. Most of the patrols he'd encountered so far (read: one) were seemingly made of mostly force users, though he could catch the occasional blaster among the crowds. Deltac had never understood how they managed to have so many Jedi, Sith? Space wizards.

He wasn't even sure how long The Order had been ruling, it was never really important to check. All he knew is that they certainly weren't doing a great job of it. When the Galactic Empire had risen most people seemed to take full advantage of the chaos, he'd found himself revolted at what was left behind. The more "loud" members of society had openly discussed a hatred of aliens, coincidentally most of them were Republic officers all mostly human and in full support of the Empire. Others had begun to riot, though the Empire was just slightly less tolerable of that, only those with money actually got off without punishment (not so strangely also all human.) Honestly Deltac was hopeful when The Order came, but they didn't directly 'fix' anything. Perhaps they were even making things worse.

The Trandoshan grimaced, his thoughts quickly confirmed as he stumbled upon a rather large animal corpse. A nexu, a being not easily defeated. Through narrowed eyes, Deltac moved foward to investigate it, shocked to find no evidence of wounds caused by blasters or lightsabers. Not even a drop of blood was visible.. Not a pleasant thought for the Trandoshan who was certainly smaller than the beast. As if he had sprung a trap, he watched in horror as a dull green gas erupted from the ground, and he quickly stumbled back. Looking down at the ground he spotted the culprit. A small, colorful plant gave plenty clue as to it's origins. Somebody had brought this plant all the way from Felucia. He let out a curse as he began to run in the opposite direction, suddenly more aware of how quiet the forests had become.

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Eli_Vanto OFFLINE Forum Posts: 92	Posted: Thu, 18/03/2021 19:26 (4 Years ago)
	If you haven't posted yet I suggest you do so soon. I'll start throwing plot in once everyone posts their first post in the next few days. So get on it. [Read more]

Eli_Vanto OFFLINE Forum Posts: 92	Posted: Mon, 15/03/2021 20:40 (4 Years ago)
	Aizawa narrowed in eyes in response. It wasn't necessarily a comforting answer, but he supposed he could accept. With a soft sigh he turned to walk the opposite direction, though he was prepared to strike if necessary. [Read more]

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