Star Wars: The Untold Stories

[AnonymousWryter]

Hey Guys, haven't been on in a long time, but thought I'd come back with a star wars RP. Basically this is set a long time after Episode 6. Luke Skywalker is dead and gone after re-establishing the Jedi and things around the Republic seem to be running smoothly with no sign of Sith activity.... let's see what we can do to change that.

Feel free to jump in whenever with your own characters. They can be pretty much whatever you like, though at this stage it would be preferable if there was no "Sith" characters at this point in time as i'm working towards a re-emergence of the sith later on in the storyline if this lasts that long.
ALSO! no characters from the movies please.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

In Character

Riaca Gwytor strode swiftly and silently, eyes gave him little more then a single glance. He was a master of deception, years and years of hiding from the Jedi order meant his abilities to pass undetected were second to none. He had walked within the barest inches of Jedi masters, tailed them in crowds even, pushing himself to the limit, and yet never once been caught. He had raised suspicions for a time. But he had alluded his pursuers in a deadly game of bluffs and fraud... and never before had he felt so alive. Even now, as he moved towards his target, a wealthy drug merchant, he didn't feel the same rush as when he stalked Jedi. There would be no flash of insight moments before he struck for this useless piece of trash. The only reason he did this was for the credits that bounty hunting brought in.

He bumped into the man before his guards could react, the thin sharp prick of a needle and the deadly poison it injected would be covered by the rough hit of his shoulder. Like all good guards they noticed him a moment a too late, and reacted to him the entirely wrong way. They shoved Riaca out of the way, little more then they would a street beggar. Which suited Riaca just fine, it gave him precious seconds to get out of sight and far away before any brawn-headed guard could give chase. From the safety of the crowd he watched the confusion set in, but he just didn't feel... alive...

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Mind if I join?

Aagh Koth watched in silence as a man bumped into a wealthy drug merchant that Aagh was tailing, mild frustration building as he watched the merchant die rather suddenly, his security detail in panic over this predicament. Aagh’s eyes immediately sought out and found the mysterious man, also watching from the safety of the crowd, who was responsible for the merchant’s untimely death.

While the merchant’s death in no way hindered Aagh’s plans, it did nothing to help them either. Aagh had intended for the merchant’s organization to collapse, but that would require the near simultaneous deaths of all the high ranking officers; the merchant’s singular death would simply result in a smooth transition of power.

The reason why the merchant’s organization had to go was because it didn’t deal in legitimate business. No, the merchant was a drug lord and his organization was one of the strongest on this world. And it was Aagh’s job to root out and destroy such criminal organizations, and he was good at it, using his cover ID as Jodo Galak, a mysterious and very powerful crime lord on the galactic scale, to get inside the target organizations. And no one knew that Jodo was just an illusion, an image projected around Aagh. All that was known about Jodo was that he was human and often flanked by a “protocol” droid and an old R2 unit.

After memorizing the assassins face and other aspects, so as to keep an eye out for him, Aagh turned away and left.

 

[Vixandra]

Taiga Rails

I lounged in a cafe, the picture of aristocratic ease, chatting over a com link in Ryl. I wore little in the way of clothing, my vibrant orange skin with its delicate black stripping tattoos more then enough decoration, especially where the tattoos striped over my lekku. What I did wear was designer and perfectly fitted to my petite body. Behind me stood a silent guard, his attention constantly shifting between our immediate area to the crowd held behind the retaining wall of the open-air cafe.

"No, Ves, we're not going to play these games," I said melodically into the com unit. "We both know you need a new surgeon and that I'm the best on the ground. You will pay me what I want with the hours I want and that's it. I'm not concerned about your funding issues, your sick mother or the sad fact you can't get laid. I'm a cybernetic surgeon, one of the best in the quadrant and I don't appreciate being led around in circles like a dog. Either get me what I want or I'll go elsewhere."

A flick of my wrist closed the com unit and I sighed, looking up at my guard, Arthe'l Ikais. I didn't bother trying to meet his eyes underneath the technical looking eye band he wore. Instead I spoke to him in a low voice, "Is there something going on out there?"

"An assassination," he answered, voice deep and gravely. "The victim is already dead from what I can see."

I felt a brief flash of irritation over the loss of life and let it pass. "If he's already dead, then we can't waste time on him. We have an appointment to make and this crowd won't help us be on time."

Arthe'l nodded and extended his hand to me. I slipped my much smaller hand into his, dwarfed by the sheer size. "We will make it on time, Taiga. But let us be on our way."

I let him pull me through the crowd, following him as he slipped through gaps that he saw that I didn't. But then, that was his specialty, what was seen and not seen, a tricksy art for one without eyes.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Riaca Gwytor

Riaca watched his handiwork from the shadows of anonymity in the crowd, just being close to the scene, with his now diminishing chance of being caught, was setting his blood flowing slightly quicker. But the sensation was as a breeze to the tempest when compared with his Jedi hunting... hunting... yes he liked that term. The thrill of the hunt...

His musings were interrupted by a disturbance in the force, the slight twist in the power he had become so attuned to meaning he was being watched. With casual care he raised his hood and let it's deep dark folds obscure his face. Most likely too late he knew but he persisted in reaching out his senses till he found the observer. Such deep concentration left this man's mind a bright beacon in a sea of confusion, and he could tell the mind was obviously powerful. It was hard to tell if he was a force user, though he sensed no intruding probing presence... But something was wrong, deception was written everywhere in this man's thoughts, and Riaca withdrew his mind just as silently as he had deployed them. Only a Jedi master actively searching for a presence would have felt him leave.

Riaca watched from the safety of his hood as his would be prey turned and left. Following him now would let him know he too had been observed, so he let the man go. After he was well out of sight Riaca made to leave, he would have to pick up his payment from the now deceased Drug Lord's liuetenant. The man owed his newly found high position to him after all.

Not that he'd ever be able to use it. The lieutenant had been wise in picking a gullible and guileless right hand man, who's own ambitions reached no higher then serving. However after time exposed to the wicked and devious manipulations of Riaca, powered by charisma and the dark side of the force, he was now no more then a pawn, moving to Riaca's will. He smiled as he thought of the puppet who would soon lead one of the most powerful smuggling and drug corporations in the galaxy. With Riaca as puppet master. He grinned with a malignity that would have been shocking to see, and continued on his elusive path through the crowd.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Agen Bukk

Agen walked onto the scene of the crime, his plain brown Jedi robes matched the inhumanly deep tan of his skin. Around his head was a crown of vestigial horns, and he knew their patterns were alarmingly similar to one of the most infamous of his kind, Darth Maul. But as a Zabrak Jedi, he was careful to maintain strict adhereance to the Jedi code, and as such tried as hard as possible to forget his very marshal upbringing on Iridonia, before he was claimed by the Jedi. That being said, he was one of the best swordsmen in this star-system, but he was careful to refrain from it's use wherever possible. However as a Jedi active in rooting out crime in the underbelly of Corruscant, this wasn't always easy.

Walking over to the body he recognised the face from the Corruscant most wanted list, Bruro Decai, Drug merchant and Smuggler. The Jedi had been hunting this man for a long time, he was as elusive as he was rich and powerful. He had been at the centre of trading of all kinds of contraband not to mention drugs. Currently the curious crowd was being held back by a contingent of Republic Troopers, and the bodyguards were being detained for questioning. A flood of questions ran through Agen's head, how had Bruro been killed? How did the murderer find him? Why was he killed? But the most intriguing question to Agen was "who?". According to the prelimanary statements no one had heard shots fired and the body had no obvious wounds. This killer was skilled, and the fact that no-one had even noted anything suspicious had Agen worried. The lack of evidence pointed to only one conclusion... an assassin.

Still, it would just be a matter of time before the autopsy report confirmed the cause of death and until then it wouldn't do to jump to conclusions. With practiced ease Agen probed the surrounding area with the force, searching for ANYTHING to help him in this case. Something felt not quite right, but the entire area was full of low-life and scum so he payed it little attention. Once forensics had collected what little they could from the filthy street Agen returned to the transport with the troops. With patience only a Jedi could manage he began meditation as the ship rose high into the metropolis jungle and began the flight back to the Jedi headquarters, which sat in the place of the old Jedi temple.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Long post...

Back in the safety of his own personal starship, a modified Koensayr ILH-KK Citadel-class Cruiser, Aagh Koth sealed the ship and once assured that there was nothing different, let the illusion drop. Where once stood a 6’2” human with no really identifiable features now stood a Zabrak of similar build with a two-inch long scar on his right cheek and a chipped vestigial horn on his head. This was Aagh’s true identity.

Aagh sighed and sat back on the acceleration couch that sat in the main compartment of the ship. The day had been tiring, traveling all over Coruscant following the now-deceased drug lord. Aagh had a feeling that something was going on behind the scenes, something he wasn’t privy to; he would have to make his move soon. Of course, this wouldn’t be the first time Aagh had done a similar job. He had visited nearly every industrialized world in the galaxy that had an underworld, especially Nar Shaddaa, to do jobs like this one, some of them more than once; Aagh could easily accelerate his plans. In fact, the drug lord’s untimely death could actually help. It was time for the drug lord’s successor to meet the mysterious and legendary Jodo Galak.

Just, not right now, thought Aagh as he noticed the date. Has it really been five years since I last checked in? Geez does time fly.

“R2,” called Aagh, “scramble code seven, route epsilon care of the old folk’s home.”

Aagh stood up and placed himself in the field of view for the holo-com in the compartment and waited for the connection to be established. He didn’t have long to wait as before him appeared a series of seated figures arranged in a half-circle for Aagh’s benefit, but where they were he appeared in the middle of their circle.

“Aagh, so good to see you still alive,” said one of the figures.

“Indeed Master Hamner, it is good to be alive. To think that it has only been five short years since I last checked in,” replied Aagh jovially.

“Five years in which you’ve been busy, Aagh,” continued Master Hamner. “Fonder, two visits. Eridau, three. Kuat, two. Coruscant, three. Nar Shaddaa, four. Am I missing anything?”

“One visit to Bastion, Master.”

“My point is, Aagh,” replied Master Hamner in a serious tone. “While you may be one of the most talented and powerful Jedi in the Order, you are by far the most destructive. And you have absolutely no accountability due to the fact that we have almost no control over you. It’s like you don’t even exist beyond these brief conversations we have every five years. And frankly, some of the members of this council find that quite disturbing. Therefore, it is the consensus of this council that after your next job, you will come see us at the Temple, in person. When shall we expect you?”

Aagh was silent for a moment; this sudden idea of the council wishing to control him after decades of a laissez-faire approach had caught him off guard. Still, an order from the Jedi Council was an order that Aagh had to follow, no matter how many years he had worked without the Council’s approval.

“In a few days, Master Hamner,” replied Aagh. “I’ve only just started the job on this particular planet, but events have unfolded that will force me to do what normally takes weeks of planning and preparation in a matter of days. However, I fear there is something going on behind the scenes that if left alone will not bode well for the galaxy. The Jedi should be on their toes, Master.”

“Vague as usual, Aagh,” spoke another member of the council, a female Jedi this time. “When will you give us a straight answer that isn’t vague?”

“When I’m absolutely sure that whatever form of communication I am using at the time is completely safe and secure,” replied Aagh. “Despite the encryption and dummy rerouting of this signal, there is no guarantee of privacy. Until there is, secrecy will remain the best policy. Anything else, Masters?”

“No, nothing else Aagh,” said Master Hamner. “May the Force be with you.”

“May it be with us all, Master Hamner,” replied Aagh before closing the connection. Aagh sat back in the couch, recent thoughts his report to the council had brought up foremost on his mind. There was something going on. When Aagh had memorized the features of the assassin from earlier, one of the things he had memorized was the man’s feel in the Force. It was closely guarded, so well guarded in fact that an ordinary Jedi would never have noticed it, but Aagh was no ordinary Jedi. And that assassin was no ordinary assassin either. There was a faintly dark presence surrounding the assassin, just enough to tell any other Jedi that may have noticed it that the man made a living of killing, but to Aagh it pointed to something more sinister.

Aagh specialized in hunting Sith and Dark Jedi; in fact several had met their ends at Aagh’s hands in the years since Aagh had started his work, and each had never realized they had been dealing with a Jedi until it was too late. However, it was only the ambitious Sith and Dark Jedi that Aagh found, ones who were actually doing something other than hiding and bidding their time. Those Sith and Dark Jedi that came to Aagh’s attention were a rarity, but dangerous nonetheless, and it took time and effort to identify those ambitious ones. Each one posed a slightly unique challenge. If this assassin was indeed a dark Force user as Aagh suspected, Aagh would have to tread carefully and be positive of the man’s identity before moving against him.

“Slicer, R2, time for work,” said Aagh, a pair of blue photoreceptors activating in a dark corner of the compartment. “Special delivery plan C.”

“Aw,” replied the owner of the photoreceptors, a tall bipedal droid in dull grey metal coloring stepping out into the light. “But master, that is such an impersonal way of dealing with these meatbags. Why not plan A?”

“Because, Slicer,” replied Aagh. “We have multiple targets that need to be dealt with almost simultaneously. Plan C is the best option.”

“As you wish master,” replied the droid. An R2 unit rolled into the compartment and issued a series of beeps and whistles.

“Oh be quiet,” replied Slicer. “You’re simply a second degree droid, a mechanic. What could you possibly know about the intricacies of assassination? It’s an art form that is beyond your capability to comprehend you oversized hydrospanner.”

 

[Vixandra]

Taiga & Arthe'l

"Someday you will learn to wear more clothing," Arthe'l whispered to me as we approched a large building near the center of the city.

I reached into my messenger bag and pulled out a formfitted, sleeveless jacket-style dress and slipped it on, zipping the front from its hemline at midthigh to right below my clavacle. It was a snowy white with orange and black embroidery along the hems. "See, I'm decently covered by your conservative standards."

A strange look crossed his face as he leaned toward me, gone in an instant. "You are never decently covered in my company unless its in a lead-lined space suit, Tai-tai. Now, lets go in."

Chin up, shoulders back and working my three inch heels, which brought me to an astonishing 5'3", I walked confidently into the standard-looking office building. Arthe'l and I held a good chunk of stock in a company on the third floor, justifying our presence. We made our way to the eighteenth story confrence room, nodding to the crimson-haired secretary as we passed her.

"Mr Skyshot is waiting for you," she chirped to us as we passed before going back to her magazine.

I nodded to her and let Arthe'l hold the door open for me. The room was deeply carpeted, dark wood paneled and leather chair equipped. I slid into a chair across from the cowled man, dress slithering over the leather. Arthe'l took the chair to my right and we remained silent, letting him speak first.

"Good afternoon, Arthe'l and Taiga," he said, his voice husky as usual.

"Good afternoon, Uncle," Arthe'l replied. "Its been an interesting day so far."

From there they spoke of the assassination we'd witnessed, the implications of it and the fact that we should go to the local Jedi dark hunter and let it be known what we (okay Arthe'l) had seen.

Uncle set pushed a datacard toward me. "I've set up a meeting already with a Jedi interested in this case and here's his contact information. You'll meet him this evening at Roche's."

I rolled my eyes at the mention of the locally infamous Twe'lick resturant. The floor shows rivaled the local titty bar for raunchyness and oddly enough, I didn't care for it. I suppose it came from being raised away from my people. But the food was good and we had a private booth/room because of my connections and race.

"We'll meet him there at seven," Arthe'l said stoically, nothing in his face or tone showing that he disliked the meeting place, though I knew he did. "May the force be with you, Uncle."

"And with the two of you as well," the old Jedi said, standing. "Keep a close eye out, Taiga. You're very... identifiable."

I laughed, twisting my ikku so I could see the black tattooed lines. "That's one way of putting it. Be safe, Uncle."

We left after that and headed back to our townhouse to plan and change for tonights meeting.

 

[shadowmaster87]

A creature has awoken

In space a creature has woken up from cryo stasis and is looking for a planet to land and gather information about what is going on since he was in cryo stasis over 300 years ago....

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Agen Bukk

Agen recieved news of the witnesses late that afternoon, a pair of civilians had apparently seen the murder and Agen had recieved the news about a meeting from a senior Miralukese official. He would have to tread carefully, the Miralukese were known force users, their long exposure to the force giving them a powerful force sight, rendering their physical sight redundant. This skill was reknowned amongst the Jedi and he was quite curious to discover what this witness had "seen".

Indeed any information on this case would be a great help. The brief statements from the guards simply seemed to say that he had dropped dead, though one remembered a person who bumped into the boss, and throwing them out of the way moments before the Bruro Decai dropped dead. The autopsy had revealed the final pieces of the same puzzle, a tiny almost invisible puncture wound to the abdomen, no exact trace on the fast working poison that had obviously killed the crime lord. From what Agen could sum up, the man had made his way through the crowd, somehow evaded the guards and bumped inconspicuously into the Drug Merchant. His escape into anonimity had just been aided by the guard that threw him into the crowd.

Agen returned to his quarters to meditate, and once the hour was late he dressed quickly in simple civilian clothing, doing away with the traditional Jedi tunic. He then found an especially volumous travel cloak, this one a substantially darker shade of brown then the normal jedi cloaks.

As he made for the transport to begin the short trip to the raunchy space bar, he calmed his distaste for the location of the meeting. He would need to be careful, the establishment did not appreciate law enforcers of any kind, and a Jedi would most certainly recieve attention Agen really didn't want.

Agen arrived substantially early for the meeting, a good half an hour before it was scheduled. He surveyed the layout of the bar subtly, ordering a drink and under the pretense of drinking it located all the exits and mentally marked any potential trouble makers. When at last he was satisfied with his understanding of the bar and it's patrons, he put down the mug, liquid untouched, and moved to the VIP booth.

There was still ten minutes before the arrival of his witnesses, so he fell into a meditative state, pondering what exactly this new information would reveal. At last he sensed the arrival of those he had been waiting for. The Miraluka was a male, he recognised, and his presence in the bar glowed like a faint light, the force intricately woven into his very fibre. Agen realised that he too had been noted, the force sight of the Miralukese lingered on him only for a moment, before sweeping the bar protectively. Agen then moved his focus to the other, a female Twi'lek, and he sensed great distaste for the bar, almost mirroring his own.

Now that he knew the identity of his witnesses, Agen realised the location of the meeting place had been chosen strategically. Noone would pay much attention to another pretty Twi'leck in such a place, and anyone accompanying her would also seem inconspicuous as the bar attracted a very assorted crowd.

Agen sat very still at the table, hood pulled high, his face obscured deep in it's folds. Nothing to do now but wait...

 

[Vixandra]

Arthe'l

He scanned the bar, taking in everyone in the immediate area and focusing for a moment on the force user in their booth. He leaned down to whisper in Taiga's ear, only sheer discipline keeping him on task. His voice was rough, vocal cords damaged in a battle log ago. "Our contact is in our booth, Taiga. You got your game face on?"

The vividly orange Twe'lik was a sharp contrast to the sedately dressed man at her side. Where Taiga wore a diaphanous evening dress of white with silver embroidery, he wore somber black, from the cowl of his robe to the slacks and boots he wore. Where she was petite, only 5', he was a towering 6'5". Her voice was softly melodic as she answered him, "I'm only the sexiest thing on two legs in here, so yeah, I'm on."

Following their normal protocol, Taiga took the lead, adding a bit of extra sway to her hips, aided by the ridiculously high heels she wore. The silver belt at her waist seemed to delicate to hold the blaster pistol, and not many paid attention to it anyway, given the display of other "assets." It was an act, a ruse to draw attention to herself and away from the men she was with. She was the only orange Twe'lik on the planet and more then a few "collectors" had approached Arthe'l about purchasing her. The fact that she was not only free, but educated astonished many.

Arthe'l followed her to the booth and slid in beside her, pushing the button to bring up the privacy screens. He let Taiga do the talking, remaining quite and alert for trouble. The little Twe'lik had a knack for finding it.

"Good evening, we were told that you wanted to ask us a few questions. I'm Taiga Rails and this is Arthe'l."

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Agen Bukk

Agen looked up when they arrived, and they came in without hesitation.

"Good evening, we were told that you wanted to ask us a few questions. I'm Taiga Rails and this is Arthe'l."

"Greetings Ms Rails, and to you Arthe'l. My name is Jedi Master Bukk."
Agen reached and up lowered his hood. He smiled warmly and continued,
"But please, call me Agen." He motioned briefly to his clothing,
"Please, I'm sorry for the mystery and such, I'm afraid to say I've had far too many dealings with most of the patrons here tonight to be wandering around clean shaven and
grinning." For a moment longer he surveyed the both of them. Arthe'l was a monster of a man, over half a foot taller and then Agen and solid as well. His manner was unreadable, and even Agen couldn't find any clues as to his nature. The twi'leck on the other hand was WELL over half a foot shorter, her form was petite and her skin a rare hue of orange. In comparison to Arthe'l's stoic lack of any form of mannerisms, Taiga displayed a great many. Immediately Agen recognised the purposeful charm and fliratiousness of a woman who knew what she had. And Agen couldn't fault her for it, she truly was captivating. But it was beyond the sexual attraction that Agen saw what he liked, a smart and capable girl. It wasn't without note that Agen saw the pretty yet very real blaster at her hip. Already he was liking the prospect of some good information.

Breaking from his observations he refocused.
"I do indeed have questions for you." Placing his elbows on the table he leaned forward and steepled his fingers. "First of all though, could you please describe to me all you can remember about the attack, and if possible any details about the attacker, no matter how small you think they may be...."

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Rutho Decai

Rutho Decai paced silently along behind his boss. Droori Baker had been Bruro Decai's righthand man, his lieutenant, and most of all his friend. That is until he ordered him assassinated. Droori had always been an ambitious man, but up until that point it had seemed as though all his schemes and ambitions had been used to help his friend Bruro run one of the biggest criminal and smuggling rings in the galaxy. Together they had risen from the slumps of Coruscant, forming a pact to make it out of that hellish existence. And they had, together. Though not entirely legally. In union that had proved unstoppable, Bruro's sheer charisma and leadership had won him the place of top dog, leaving Droori, arguably the brains of the operation, to second place. For Droori, revenge had at last been served. Now he stood at the head of the organisation and to him, it felt amazing.

Rutho on the other hand was not so ecstatic. He was Bruro's nephew and had been Droori's lacky and assistant for ever since he could remember. Only at the station he was now because of his family ties, he wondered just how long it would stay that way. In fact he had been seriously considering the option of a one way space ticket to the outer-rim, to disappear and never poke his head into organised crime again.

He had been, until he met him. The dark mysterious stranger who had come to him in his dreams. Night after night this dark robed stranger had stalked his dreams. Night after night speaking to Rutho from his shadowy hood. Telling him how Rutho was in mortal danger, how Droori planned to kill him just like his uncle. But how he was here to help. In fact, not only save Rutho, but put HIM in the place of power. At first Rutho thought he had been going crazy. But then he started seeing the same figure on the streets. At the corner of his eye in the crowd. At the dark seat in the bar. On the rooftops watching him at night. Until at last he had met him face to face. His voice had been so persuasive. His words seemed to make every world of sense. He spoke in such a way that Rutho felt as though no harm would ever come to him again. But then the stranger would leave. And the feelings would fade. But now he could feel the dark person's presence everywhere he went. Here the whispers of promises made. He knew he would be safe.

Up ahead Droori spoke on a comm link as the two strode through the corridors of the building that housed the Organisation. Rutho remembered his assignment, given to him by the dark stranger. Listen for his plans, tell me of his movements. Even the tiniest detail could be important. So he refocused in on the conversation.

"A meeting?? With me? HA HA! Bruro never got a meeting." Excitement and satisfaction emanated through Droori's tone. The comm link chirped incomprehensibly as the other person replied. "Yes yes yes, i know i know. You don't have to lecture me on protocol, Jodo Galak is the one that contacted ME." There was more squabble from the other side. "Of course i'll meet with him, the man is pretty much my equal after all, we're both heads of powerful corporations." There was a period of silence as the talk turned serious for a moment."You're being preposterous, he would never dream to harm me. it'd be open war, and that would cost us both too much..." The talk descended into laughter and general babble, though Rutho was able to gather the location and time of the meeting. He smiled gleefully, glad Droori was too busy with his conversation to notice him.

Oh yes, thought Rutho, The stranger will be very pleased to hear this... He paused for a moment as a thought occured to him. I'm acting as if this man is my... my.... he faltered, searching for the word, Master! The term struck, and for some reason felt oddly right. Yes... my.... my master....

 

[Vixandra]

Arthe'l

"I do indeed have questions for you." Placing his elbows on the table he leaned forward and steepled his fingers. "First of all though, could you please describe to me all you can remember about the attack, and if possible any details about the attacker, no matter how small you think they may be...."

The Jedi Master trailed off obviously intending that Arthe'l take the obvious sojourn into the conversation. When he was quite for too long, Taiga delivered an elbow to his side, her ikku demanding that he get on with things, she hated this place.

"The scene was the same pattern as it is most days, outside the Neki Cafe'. A mix of street vendors, beggars, the wealthy with their guards and the rest of the working class, all mingled together," Arthe'l said, his mind shifting back to the scene. "I noticed a man moving through the crowd, not with it but through it, like he knew where the gaps would be, or he made them. His clothing was unremarkable, lower class then most, higher then others. There was a purposeful staggering before he fell into the deceased and he let the guard throw him away."

He paused as a waitress come up to the table with Taiga and his preferred drinks. It bothered him that they were well known in this pit of debauchery by the wait staff. Probably due to Taiga's tendency to tip outrageously high is she was happy. The waitress tonight was a curvy blue Twe'lik, dressed in a frilled skirt and a metallic bikini top. Arthe'l barely noticed her, despite the flirtatious wink she sent in his direction.

Taiga spoke then, voice sweet and cheerful in slightly accented Ryll. "If you'd serve drinks as well as you flirted, you might actually make enough money to buy yourself a brain. Now go away."

Arthe'l smiled at his diminutive companion, having understood what she said. As soon as the waitress was gone, the shield closed again and he went on. "There was a dark, oily slipperiness about the man, the assassin. I haven't seen it in many years."

Unspoken went the memories of the last man he'd described that way. A man now dead.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Agen Bukk

Agen listened carefully as the story unfolded, his sense of foreboding growing deeper and deeper as the story progressed. The entire description, as Arthe'l most undoubtedly knew, pointed towards a dark Jedi, or at least a force adept.

He was about to ask a question when the screen slid down and a young blue Twi'lek brought drinks for the other two. "the usual" it seemed. However Taiga's reactions to the other girls flirtatious wink at Arthe'l were noted with curiousity by Agen. At this stage he didn't point out that the girl probably earnt most of her tips in this establishment by being flirtatious. For a moment he thought he sensed the hint of jealousy in the young orange Twi'lek, but it went almost as quick as it came once it was apparent the big Miralukese didn't even notice.

As the screen slid shut and they were alone again, Arthe'l said,
"There was a dark, oily slipperiness about the man, the assassin. I haven't seen it in many years."

From there he fell into silence, and Agen fell into his own dark thoughts. He roused a few moments later and looked at them both gravely.
"This matter is of grave concern. The Jedi have not had a problem with Dark Jedi for a long time, and that there is one here on coruscant is troubling. However his actions seem also very similar to those of a bounty hunter, which to some extent would explain the aura, and although moving through a crowd IS a Jedi trick, i have seen it performed by unknowing force sensitives..." Looking around their booth, his voice became wary, "Though i do believe it best if topics such as these are disscussed at a more private and secure loation. Would you be so willing as to put this on record down at the Jedi Temple?"

 

[Vixandra]

Taiga

"Though i do believe it best if topics such as these are discussed at a more private and secure location. Would you be so willing as to put this on record down at the Jedi Temple?"

I'd listened intently to the entire conversation, weighing options back and forth. Getting involved with the Jedi could be beneficial to getting into a full time job that I wanted so we could settle down and not rove all over the quadrant, taking jobs as we found them. Or it could get us both killed, I mused.

I signed to Arthe'l using my ikku that I was up for a trip to Jedi Central, long as it didn't run to late. I had a surgery suite reserved and paid for tomorrow to help a little boy who'd been beaten to a bloody pulp by his drunken father and tossed in an orphanage. The child's face hadn't healed properly and gave him a deformed look but I could fix it. I would fix it. A glance at Arthe'l watch showed it to be about 8:30 and I signed that we could give him an hour and a half more.

"We are always willing to help the Jedi," Arthe'l said with sincerity. Most of his family was Jedi, so he told the truth. "However, we do have pressing engagements in the morning so our time is limited."

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Agen Bukk

"However, we do have pressing engagements in the morning so our time is limited."

Agen nodded gravely, very few people in this part of the planet agreed so readily to help the Jedi and he knew they may be in danger because of it.

"Excellent, that is very good news indeed. If your time is pressed then we must go at once." Without any more delays he slid out of his seat and opened the privacy screen. "Come with me, my transport is waiting just outside for my call." With that he slipped outside the VIP booths and into the main bar. He moved quietly and quickly through the crowd. He paused briefly half way through, waiting for the pair to follow him. For a brief second though he couldn't help but feel as though he was being watched, and as his witnesses hurried to catch up he raised his hood instinctively.

From there they moved outside and into the waiting transport. When at last they arrived at the temple they moved inside to the interview rooms. Fallen from it's once central position in the order, the enclave on Coruscant was used for mainly record keeping these days. The Academy and the Council had long since moved into secrecy on the planet of Ossus.

Once in the interview room Arthe'l repeated his story, in almost exactly the same fashion as he had told it earlier.

"Well," said Agen, "that just about covers it... is there anything else you would like to add to your statement? any other details you can remember about the attacker?"

 

[Vixandra]

Arthe'l

"Nothing comes to mind," he said as Taiga stifled a yawn. Arthe'l knew it was an act for the most part. "We need to get back to our apartment. I'll let you know if I remember anything else."

Taiga fished in one of Arthe'l back pockets for a moment before producing an old school business card. It had her name, medical license, contact information and declared her to be a cybernetics specialist with plastic surgery training. She offered it to Bukk. "Here's my card. I do freelance work right now, but if you need a discrete doctor let me know. We take off world commissions as well, hostile areas not a problem if the pay is right."

 

[seig34]

Enters Ryuji

Ryuji's profile
Height 5'11”
weight 180
Age 18
hair color: brown
Eyes that could kill

Ryuji look up form his datepad to notice the funny looking twi'lek with her yellow skin with black strips. One would think with the way Ryuji looked at the twi'lek he would have know her. This look he had on his face could only be look of predicator hunting his pray. His eyes just locked on to her as if every move was note every world spoken remember. As he lost himself in her, words seem to slip out of his mouth “simply weird”. Ryuji debated if we would walk over and talk to the group of people that was around this all stunning twi'lek. “Maybe” he thought to himself “if I walk over there and just gr”. This though was cut short as Ryuji tripped and fell over a R3 droid that was passing by.
The R3 driod unhappy with Ryuji beeping quickly and angrily at him. Then with in a couple of seconds one of the driod's its many doors opened up and a taser slide with in a couple of inches from Ryuji.
Ryuji slowly picked himself up, checking to see if he broke anything. As Ryuji look up from his hand and knees, still recovering form the fall, notice the arm sticking in his face. The driod moved forward, as Ryuji quickly tried to move out of the way. Sadly Ryuji didn't notice his datepad was under his knee. Slipping on his datepad, crushing it under his knee cap, glass could be heard braking under his knee. Glass from the datepad found there way into Ryuji's kneecap, as the driod came in for the final blow leaving him dazes, and bleeding.

Hope this is cool with you Vix.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Agen Bukk

"Here's my card. I do freelance work right now, but if you need a discrete doctor let me know. We take off world commissions as well, hostile areas not a problem if the pay is right."

Reaching out he took the card and placed it in his robe.

"Thank you very much to the both of you. You're help was invalueable." Agen stood up and bowed politely.
"Please," He said, gesturing to the door. "I'll escort you to the front of the temple where a transport will take you back to your quarters." Agen walked in silence through the halls of the old temple. It was mainly open for administrative purposes now, their rebuilt great halls echoing hollowly.

At last they reached the front of the temple, a small trickle of people were outside, mostly waiting for transports. The pretty Twi'lek certainly raised more attention then her large male companion, and Agen noted with amusement as one young man even fell over a passing droid he didn't see in his distraction. Agen suddenly realised Arthe'l's stoic constant vigilance. They didn't have to wait much longer before a transport arrived for them.

"Well thankyou both again for your help. I'll contact you again if anything else should arise. May the force be with you." Said Agen.

 

[Vixandra]

Taiga

I smiled at the young man that tripped and gave the attacking droid a swift shot from my blaster, taking out the things central control unit. Using electrically charged slugs instead normal blaster rounds came in handy sometimes.

I let Arthe'l make our closing statements, since he was closer in mind set to the Jedi then I ever could be and went over to the bleeding young man. I bent over him, knees bending slightly to bring me to eye level. "Are you okay? You're bleeding."

"May it also be with you," Arthe'l said before looking over at me and sighing. "And she picks up another project."

I glared at him for a moment. "I haven't picked up a 'project' as you so asininely put it in over six months. So shush and hold the transporter."

As Arthe'l went to hold the transporter, I looked at the kid again. "So, you okay?"

 

[seig34]

As he looked the at twi'lek, Ryuji got lost in her shear beauty. A moment passed before he started to speak. When he spoke the words where ether to soft to hear or won't words altogether just weird sounds. what was a good then because the twi'lek seemed to turn to talk with her friend.

When she turned and looked at Ryuji and said "so, you okay?". Ryuji tried summoned all the will so he could form some sort of word and those would he summoned where non the less then "I'm in heaven". Then passed out form the pain from his wounds or was it form a cuteness overload.

 

[Vixandra]

Arthe'l

He watched yet another male fall at Taiga's feet and this one even fainted. He gave a slight shake of his head and told the transporter driver to hold up for a moment.

Walking over to her, Arthe'l knelt next to Taiga and surveyed the young man on the ground. He was young, probably even younger then Taiga, who was finely 20 this year. He carried no obvious weapons and wore unremarkable clothing.

"Someday I will understand why men go so far to get your attention, Tai-tai," he said bemused, using his pet name for her.

She gave him a violet eyed glare and said, "Because I'm available and I'm the epitomy of cute and sexy in an orange package, that's why. Anyway- I don't want to ship him to an ER, in this area they're overworked and he stands just as high a change of being robbed as he does of getting treated."

"Not another stray," Arthe'l growled in Miralukese, knowing that Taiga spoke it fluently. "We just got rid of the last one a month ago."

"As that may be, I have a good feeling about this one," Taiga said, smoothing back the youth's hair to reveal his face.

Arthe'l snorted. "Very well, we'll take him home and you can patch him up, Doctor Save-the-world. Just remember you have a full 8 hour surgical procedure to preform tomorrow."

"I'll be fine," Taiga said, waving a hand neglijantly. "You carry him and we'll get him patched up in no time and I'll get plenty of sleep and save little Ano's future."

Shrugging, Arthe'l picked up the youth with ease and carried him into the transport. Taiga took one last look around and with a parting wave to Bukk, followed him.

 

[seig34]

Ryuji

As Arthe'l picked up Ryuji a Id card fell out of one of his pockets. The ID card read full name: Ryuji Highwind
Age: 18
Profession: Pilot
Home world: unknown.
Under his duster was a pistol, un-loaded but there. Nothing else seemed to be out of place on Ryuji.

As Ryuji drifted off deeper she started to dream about Taiga's elegant face. As he thought about this a weird smirk came across his face.

 

[Vixandra]

Taiga

I picked up the ID card in a smooth movement, followed Arthe'l into the transport and spoke in a soft voice to the pilot. "Thank you for waiting so patiently."

My apology went along with a well-placed bounce of anatomy and the pilot seemed placated. His voice was high pitched as he said, "Where to, Orangey?"

I gave him the address for our apartment, ignoring the color-name. It wasn't the worst I'd been called. "Slave whelp," was one of the kinder names I'd had before Arthe'l had rescued me.

We arrived back before 2300, unconcious Ryuji in tow. Arthe'l laid him on the couch while I grabbed my bag and knelt beside him. I dug through the bag for a moment before finding what I was looking for.

"You may want to leave," I told Arthe'l with a smile. "I'm about to wake Sleeping-beauty here up."

Arthe'l wrinkled his nose in distaste and smiled at me. "Thanks for the warning, Tai-tai. I'll be in the kitchen making tea. Yelp if you need me."

"As if I can't handle one foe," I grumbled at him as he walked away. Once he was safely in another room, I broke open the scent packet and stuck it under Ryuji's nose. If the stench of a horny mugworm didn't wake him, he was dead. And sometimes it would work even then.