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You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Oh I know, right? Ugh. I tried F2P for a while, but just couldn't do it.

SO excited about this remake. Seriously, if it delivers on the potential it has, it's going to be amazing.

Heh, so my post has Yerbol quite stuck if you get my meaning. Have a feeling Aria is going to make fun of him for this xD

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he could surmise a guess when they were herded onto the planet's surface. Cruisers screamed above their heads leaving trails of engine exhaust that glimmered in the sun's rays, towers jutted up in the distance beyond the dense treeline that they were slowly headed towards thanks to their Sith captors. The finishing touch was the singular skyscraper that towered above all the other buildings on the horizon, the wide base narrowing up to a point at the very top. The Saber, one of the largest Republic command posts in all the Core worlds had played host to several young Jedi knights who were selected to accompany elite squadrons of troops into the field. One of those knights had been a wide-eyed twenty year old Yerbol who had been awarded the title only a few days prior to his send-off.

We're on Rendii. There's a Republic outpost in the distance, but that's about it. Actually a pretty convenient place to dump us. They probably want to infiltrate the compound somehow. That's after they kill us, of course. Efficiency, right?

He could feel Aria's consternation bubble up right after his statement, his companion informing him that they didn't have their weapons. That made sense. Why on earth would the Sith leave two marked enemies of their order with their weapon of choice?

The rest of her plan, although idealistic, was as solid as it could be. Executing it would be difficult, but they were on their feet, so the sedative had to be wearing off slowly. As they got closer to the forested area which would serve as their potential resting place, the young Knight placed his left foot(it could move freely!) in front of his right, effectively tripping over himself. One of the two Sith behind them hissed, shouting:
"Help me get the big one up! No way am I going to do this by myself." The ebony haired Sith continued walking forward, confident in the ability of her underlings to secure a drugged Jedi. Yerbol pushed against the ground, smirking as he felt blood pulsating throughout his extremities. He and Aria's meditations must have cleared most of the sedative out of his system.

Oh he was going to enjoy this.

"Come on, up!" Both of the Sith grabbed Yerbol by the arms, dragging him from the ground to standing. What they didn't expect were both of his elbows smashing backwards into their guts, blood spurting out of one of their mouths as they stumbled backwards, fumbling for their sabers. He spun, striking the assailant on his right with an open palm to the nose followed by a resounding jab to the chest, a sickening crack echoing through the clearing. Black-haired Sith turned, scowling as she drew her saber.
"I wanted to bury you both in the forest, but I suppose this will have to do." She ran towards the upstart Jedi, hand thrusting forward with a projection of energy following that blasted Yerbol past both Aria and the other Sith, who had ignited her blade and held it at Aria's throat with a sly smile.
"Don't think about moving. We want you to see your friend die at the hand of our Master." The black-haired Master leaped into the air, aiming downwards only to plunge her weapon into the dirt, Yerbol rolling out of the way a millisecond before her blow connected. He stumbled to his feet before having to dodge a strike to his left, then to his right, then again to his left. The third blow left her midsection exposed, which Yerbol promptly attacked with his right fist, knocking the wind out of the brash attacker. He followed up with another blow to the midsection, this time from his left knee before a solid forearm blow to the sternum. Sinking to her knees, the Knight couldn't help but chuckle.
"Hand to hand not a way of the 'True Sith', eh?" As he raised a fist for the finishing blow, the black haired woman extended a leg, sweeping Yerbol off his feet before sliding her other leg around his mid-section, squeezing as tightly as he could around his waist. He could feel his muscles contracting under the pressure, arms attempting to separate the grip she had.

Ok, so maybe he needed SOME help...

[Save Me From The Dark] freedomliveson x earlymorninstar

"Not a bother at all, Ms.DePiew...or should I say Alyssa? A pox on formality at this rate. In this context, we're just two people having dinner. Please, call me Mansfield." He motioned for a seat to the right of the head of the table, which would allow the duo to make eye contact.
"But where are my manners? Forgive me, it's been a trying day." He pulled out the chair for her, allowing her to sit before gently scooting it in and returning to his seat. From the opposite end of the room a blonde haired man with a rather pronounced chin and slanted nose emerged from the kitchen balancing two platters in both hands.
"Alyssa, this is Robert, my head server. He mainly appears during dinner and house parties, but the man is under contract with several others and cannot, unfortunately, be retained." Robert politely smiled, bowing his head in greeting before sliding the platters in front of the diners and removing the silver lids.
"The kitchen staff was insistent that they make something special for, as they put it, the 'beautiful new hire'."
"High praise from both."
"Indeed, sir." Robert motioned to the meals.
"Lamb steak seared with peppercorn and butter, garlic and lemon infused spinach with truffle shavings and, as per your request, fingerling potatoes."
"Very good, thank you Robert." With a dismissive motion, Mansfield shooed the server away before unrolling the napkin next to his plate, the silverware gently siding onto the table.
"I must say that I'm rather happy with making your acquaintance, especially at this juncture. Things were getting rather frenetic at my place of employ and while I may have been able to purchase such a wonderful estate, I don't have the finances to retain as many staff members I wish...staff members of quality, might I add. There are a number of different 'agencies' and organizations that specialize in this kind of thing, but they don't provide the kind of service I'm used to." He snorted a laugh.
"My apologies. I don't mean to sound so bloody condescending, but when you grow up the son of an ambassador, old habits...well, I would say die hard, but mine haven't managed to keel over just yet." He placed the napkin in his lap before he asked:
"Well, Alyssa, why don't you tell me about how you wound up in this charming part of the country?" He picked up his fork, but then resumed eye contact, focusing in on the potential response. Mansfield couldn't help but notice the way the dim lighting accentuated the natural curves of her face, her cheekbones, the soft yellow hues that were in her hair. For the first time since meeting her, he had slowed down to actually SEE her.

She was a beautiful woman. She seemed to carry something behind those wide eyes of hers, though, something dark, stormy. He wanted to satiate his curiosity and probe deeper, but she wasn't a patient. He would have to remember that in the coming days. He silently hoped he could.

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Oh right, yeah, that would make sense...good thinking! Didn't even think about that xD

Oh I know, right? Once you get further into SWTOR, you'll see how poor Manaan gets involved AGAIN in something terribly awful that may or may not doom the galaxy. Hey, speaking of SWTOR, if you ever need a buddy to help you through some of the flashpoints, let me know! I've got a max level Knight that I haven't used since my wife and I beat the main storyline.

It's been a BLAST and I think it will continue to be so :)

Ok, with all of that, I'll be off to posting. Need to grade first, but will be posting later today.

Another P.S.: Did you know that a group of people are remaking KOTOR? Check it ouuuttt

http://www.apeirongame.com/

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

No, no, I understood where you were going rather well. After all, how is poor Aria supposed to know where they are if she can't move her head? xD

Oh I totally get that. I'll just say that their sabers are back on the shuttle? Can't see why the Sith would bring spare sabers.

Also, where would you like for them to be? I looked on a galaxy map online and found that Rendii might be a good place to bury troublemakers. It's a planet that's populated with Republic troopers on the outskirts of the capital city, but that's about it.

Also also, how would you feel about the super secret meeting being on Manaan? I assume the Selkath would be all for having the Republic and Empire coming together, especially with the focus being on cutting out Force users. Those poor Selkath have seen far too many troublesome Jedi and Sith(KOTOR, anyone? xD).

Thoughts?

P.S.: Link to map I'm using
http://www.swgalaxymap.com/

P.P.S: Yay on hitting the century mark! Have a feeling that we'll surpass that by a LOOOOT rather soon xD

P.P.P.S: I don't think I've said this yet, but I'm really happy that we've teamed up to create this. I've only had a handful of great thread partners, seeing as they're really hard to come by. Glad you're one of them :)

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Also, my latest post feels really stilted. Sorry about that! Will make up on next post!

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Fairly certain they'll dump our bodies out the nearest garbage shaft once they have the chance.

Yerbol tried moving his right leg, which didn't comply right away except for his foot, which could be rotated ever so slightly to the left. So the sedative WAS powerful. He hoped that they had given him a dose that was for the "average" man so he could shake off the effects sooner(it paid off to be as big as he was) and get back to the Temple. Of course, that was assuming they were at the port of entrance for the planet. He didn't know of any other hangars in the Temple minus the one on the second floor near the Council chambers, so they were more than likely being stowed away for transport. But then why would the Sith who were so cautiously watching them previously bolt on that shuttle? Maybe they were scouts that Soto was sending out for some operation that needed their immediate attention...but wouldn't this be a key cog in the operation?

Yerbol could feel blood rushing down his right leg, his foot regaining full movement, bringing his mind back to their current predicament. Somehow, someway they needed to get rid of the effects of the sedative.

Think you can come up with a way to get rid of this so we can, you know, move?

His ears then picked up on shouting coming from the left side, Yerbol spying a black-haired Sith coming their way, her gait hurried and strident. As she approached, she turned her head and shouted back:
"Leave them behind! You heard what Master Soto said!" She glared down at the two Jedi, eyeing both of them before maliciously smirking.
"I can't wait to see what you two can do when you're not so dull." Another Sith came behind Aria and picked her upper half up just as another shuttle zoomed into the hangar before parking itself near the incapacitated Jedi, the shuttle door clanging onto the ground as another Sith ran from the ship and attempted to lift Yerbol off the floor, grunting in effort as he dropped the Knight, cursing. The black-haired one shook her head as she lifted her right hand, Yerbol's reviving body lifting in the air. If he could just snap out of this...

A few moments later they were lying in the shuttle, the black-haired Sith issuing orders:
"You two go back towards the Chamber of Secrets. We have a few stragglers left that need to be taken care of while the others help Master Soto take the Chambers."
"Of course." It was then that the Sith with the raven hair stormed onto the ship, the door clanging into place. Yerbol grit his teeth, leg regaining feeling. Almost there...

Hey, I have an idea. Maybe if we use our bond, exploit the energies we're sharing between us to break free of whatever is flowing through our bodies. Worth a shot, right?

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Oh please yes. I'll send you a few songs I've come across that might fit as well.

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

How on earth do you find such good background music? You need to compile a soundtrack for this xD

[Save Me From The Dark] freedomliveson x earlymorninstar

"The moving company took much longer than expected." Nathan had met Mansfield in the foyer of the hall, which featured the moving personnel shifting furniture and other belongings up the stairs.
"I can see that." He spotted Alyssa carrying a box and balked, pointing at one of the men who was presumably returning from her quarters and ordering:
"Are you honestly expecting me to pay you people while my newest employee has to haul her own furniture, let alone allow a lady to do your work? Do your bloody job or I'll find someone who can!" The man glared at Mansfield before moving to Alyssa, taking the box from her possession and moving back towards the guest quarters. Mansfield walked to the stairs and placed a gentle hand on Alyssa's left arm.
"My sincerest apologies. Sometimes it's rather difficult to find the proper help when needed. Did you find everything alright?" A warm smile creased his features as he let go, moving down a couple of stairs before adding:
"And do join me for dinner, won't you? I believe it would be rude of me to not at least host a dinner where the two of us can interact on a much more personable level than simple 'employer-employee' conversations. After all, you will be living in my home and ingratiating yourself into the fabric of operations here. Once the moving company is out of our collective hair, I'd love to have you as company." He quickly checked his watch.
"Six oh five now, so say dinner at seven thirty? I look forward to it." A polite smile and nod later, Mansfield whisked away once more, this time up past Alyssa and into his office. A few moments later, Nathan entered, shutting the door behind him before asking:
"Are you sure about this girl, Mansfield?" The psychiatrist chuckled, plopping into the high backed leather chair behind his mahogany finished desk before replying:
"My dear Nathan, of course I am. Never been so sure of anything in my life." Nathan furrowed his brow, prompting another laugh.
"Nathan, why do you worry? I can make perfectly good hiring decisions on my own. I managed to keep you on for a whole year now, haven't I?"
"Yes, but most aren't willing to bear your...eccentricities like I can."
"Bear? What, have I become some sort of burden?"
"No, that's not-"
"Am I to be foisted about like the pack on a Sherpa's back, Nathan? Is that what I am?" Nathan sighed.
"Listen to me, Mansfield." The man in question lowered his jaw, but then raised it, motioning for Nathan to speak.
"All I ask is that you be careful about what you're getting yourself into with hiring this woman. When I went to her home...well, it reeked of alcohol. There were patchwork stains everywhere that smelled faintly of blood and certainly other...excretions."
"So she's poor?"
"That's not it. The home itself wasn't a shack, but the interior looked neglected. Furniture was worn, carpet sagging. Alyssa doesn't seem like the type to allow that to happen, so I believe something else might be playing into this."
"Professionally she may be great, but personally her life might be in shambles, I understand that dynamic. It happens to all of us at one point or another."
"Just be careful. That's all I'll say."
"Your warning has been heard." Mansfield retorted with a teasing smirk. Nathan only nodded and removed himself from the office, directing the last mover to Alyssa's quarters.

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Seven twenty five featured Mansfield seated at the head of the long, gleaming oak table that already had a plate of scones and clotted cream as ways to "whet the appetite". A smaller plate sat in front of Mansfield as he nibbled on a scone, turning his head every so often to the right to see if his dinner guest was coming down the stairs. He was anxious for their dinner, anticipating a rousing evening so that the duo would have some working rapport.

Hopefully.