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You can find me on discord if you so wish~
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4 yrs ago
Sorry about my lack of appearances. At this point Im taking a much needed hiatus from here after 5 long years. Not sure when I'll be back, but it won't be for awhile... sorry about that... : (
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4 yrs ago
Revenge of the 5th has always been a thing tho...
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4 yrs ago
Do not forget about the GOD DAMN bacon.
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4 yrs ago
Once upon a time, I used to cheer for May the 4th... now I cry with disappointment. *Except Clone Wars S7 and the Mandalorian - they are awesome*
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*<:Location:_Lightspeed_---->_Alderaan_:_Orbit:>*

*<:Boarding_:_SSV_Glasgow:>*


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@EliteCommander, @Enalais





It wouldn't take long before the gunship swiftly emerged into Alderaan's orbit, where it would be found in the midst of a major space confrontation. A stray shot would hit the top of the gunship as Samus immediately pulled the ship towards the right and proceeded to take evasive maneuvers.

"Hang on tight!" the bounty hunter called out before they stabilized.

It looked as if the majority of the allied fleet was also joining the fight against one of those star destroyers that Samus had boarded during her first few days in this universe. There was an impressive volley of fighters going at each other, with volleys of red and green bolts being traded left and right. She had to be careful to traversing through this hazardous and chaotic maze. Either way, they won't be participating in a dogfight or anything else until they get confirmation of what they should be doing. Proceeding to make her presence known, the huntress opened her comms to her allied frequency.

"This is Samus Aran," she hailed to all who happened to be listening, "I've just arrived onto the battlefield carrying the Kig-Yar, Thaz. Requesting to board on any one of the major vessels, over."

They would soon be given a response, one that granted them permission to be beamed up onto the SSV Glasgow. However, being as the individuals would only be able to make it onboard, the bounty huntress would have to be forced to park her ship somewhere away from the battle. And with no asteroid for her to perch on, she would have to rely on luck that her ship will not be noticed by the enemy. Still she agreed and after parking her gunship just beyond the battle radiud, she and Thaz would be swiftly beamed up to the cruiser's hangar bay with little delay.






*<:Location:_Samus_Gunship_---->_Nar_Shaddaa_:_Orbit:>*

*<:Jumping_To_Lightspeed:>*


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Once Samus sat at the controls of her ship, she quickly typed in in the coordinates towards the planet in question while getting her gunship into orbit. While she did that, she could hear Thaz mumble something aloud.

“Hmph, a ‘god’. Thinks he can prove himself a god just by destroying a planet. I’ve seen two or three destroyed myself, it’s nothing special. And I don’t believe for a second he’s doing it himself.”
Thaz


"This seems different." Samus replied as the ship took to the skies, "Planet destruction isn't new to me either, but something about this process feels off."

She failed to mention the fact that those "destroyed planets" she'd witnessed were caused by her hand, granted they were mostly unintentional. The only ones she could justify were the destruction of the Dark Aether and the planet Phaaze, as they both proved a valiant threat to her galaxy at large. The same however couldn't be quite said for the self-destruction of Zebes - which was caused by the pirates - or the near-extermination of an entire keystone species on SR38. Now she's about to see the destruction of yet another planet, and perhaps for once not having to directly involve herself as responsible.

“Probably has some machine, or ship somewhere. We should take it, use it on his planet.”
Thaz


Samus simply shrugged.

"We'll just have to see what we find." she remarks before punching the coordinates and quickly jumped to lightspeed towards their destination.







Location: Mandalore, Jedi Enclaves
Mentions: @Alfhedil (Solace)




Dra'kal nodded silently as he proceeded to follow Solace into the temple. Other than a quick greeting to any who asked - let alone noticed - him, not a word emerged from the kaleesh's mouth. He was more concentrated regarding the environment around him, like a hunter observing the pasture for as far as the eye could see. His tirbal spirit had never left him completely, even after years of adapting to a more metropolitan life style. He'd never gotten completely used to the city-life truthfully. He missed traversing the vast wilderness and the thrill of an exhilarating hunt back on Kalee; with his life now replaced by static metal jungles and the boredom of convenience. It's only a few reasons as to why he'd never live in any galactic city. At least Ord Mantell supplied a decent geography for one to explore. And at least it retains some of her elemental purity.

Mandalore, in that respect, pales in comparison.

As they enter the front courtyard, Dra'kal could begin to decipher the row of murals the flanked their approach. It appeared to represent the history of the new jedi order, from its rise, to its destruction, and its rise again. It reminded the Kaleesh of a story his tribal elder had once told him. The Tale of the Starbird - a creature that when it seemed to be dead, could resurrect itself in the heart of a dying star, becoming reborn out of the resulting supernova. And amongst the personnel represented in the mural, there was one figure that the Kaleesh could recognize. Dra'kal stood still as he inspected the engraved being - a long haired man wielding a green lightsaber who lead his jedi brethren and sistren against seemingly overwhelming odds. Whilst he hadn't met this person in the flesh, nor his name at the time, live footage of the Coruscanti Temple Raid had reached his home planet and, amongst all the rubble, that jedi had always remained the spotlight of the battle. A true hero. Only once he joined the Inquisition was he told of his identity.

"This man," Dra'kal remarked as he pointed to the figure in green, "I recognize him. Cin Drallig, correct?"

The diplomat confirmed this as she proceeded to talk of the jedi master's legacy and how he defended the temple against even the harshest resistance. From surviving waves of battle droids, to two separate turbolaser bombardments, the resilient jedi master refused to surrender any ground belonging to the last bastion of the jedi. He was an immovable object against what essentially was an unstoppable force.

Or that was the case until Grievous ordered the entire block to be erased from orbit... and later the entire planet.

A ripple of pure anger wavered through Dra'kal's body. Even the mentioning of his name was enough to trigger painful memories of what had become of him. He struggled to restrain himself from going into a frenzy, with only his fists shaking violently in place. He recalled the last footage of the battle focus in on the hundred of thousands of dark specks in the sky, looming ominously in orbit. Panicked cries and screams to terror emanated from the masses below, before a blinding wave of red and green lights collided with the surface and the footage ceasing into static just moments later.

Taking a deep breath, the kaleesh managed to keep himself calm as he continued following the diplomat into the "Imperial Room". Solace mentioned how her colleague was excited to hear the arrival of the holocron that Dra'kal was carrying onboard.

"The Imperium had tried to open it for years." the kaleesh explained bluntly, "They've always boasted in housing the best experts in the galaxy... but alas, not even they could open this perplexing case. Thus they turned to your order for assistance, although even they seem to doubt in your capabilities."

Once they entered the room, Dra'kal was guided to sit in the center of the room and reveal the sith holocron. The kaleesh nodded before reaching into his robe and revealing it enwrapped in its curdely clothed sarcophagus. Using the force, he unraveled the casing to reveal the object's black and gold design illuminated by a harsh crimson glow before placing it on the table in front of Solace.
Oof, I need to make some zasshu/operative stuff for this.





*<:Location:_Nar_Shaddaa:_Prancing_Nexu_----->_Gunship:>*


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Samus' gazed soon turned to hear the broadcast casted by the being known as "Anubis". It appeared as the true mastermind of this ordeal had revealed himself, whilst exterminating the previous ruler's title as the new big-bad boss. From what she heard, the god-like being claimed to have taken control of the Imperial Government and had erected a storm that would threaten to wipe the planet right off the star-charts if no one began worshipping him. Obviously, not being from either this world or Anubis', this bluff didn't affect her as much as it did to the more familiar-based Jerus at first. However, the bounty huntress was still alarmed by the fact that this Anubis person has the ability to destroy entire planets from just his capabilities. And from what the screen had shown, he seemed to be doing just that. Unless there was somehow a self-destruct mechanism within Alderaan's core, he might as well be telling the truth.

Jerus hastily gathered his belongings as he ordered Samus and Thaz to meet the fleet at said planet.

"We'll be there." the bounty huntress acknowledged as she motioned towards Thaz to follow her back to her ship.

This was going to be a very long day...
Another terrifying kaiju for the rosters.


Posting will come around tomorrow hopefully.





*<:Location:_Nar_Shaddaa:_Prancing_Nexu>*


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@EliteCommander, @Zarkun





Samus almost burst a chuckle over the explanation. Indeed, not even she was stupid or greedy enough to go for a counter-mission against their own employer, even with all of her armor and weapons on hand. She may feel powerful in her suit, but by all means she wasn't invincible. And with little clue as to what other forms of technology existed in this universe, it was best for her to not find out.

Nevertheless, their prize for helping out was a repurposed BX Commando Droid who was specialized in translating a plethora or different languages as well as assassinating and sneaking around. It may not have sounded useful to Jerus himself, but Samus already felt a little relieved about its capabilities. If she needed something to be translated, this droid will be able to do it. And its combat style and purposed seemed eerily similar to her own.

Perfect.

Samus would then turn to Jerus.

"This sounds like my kind of droid." she jokingly replied before asking, "Either way, what's our next course of action, Jerus? Do we head back to the fleet or is there another mission you have in mind?"








Location: Mandalore, Jedi Enclaves
Mentions: @Alfhedil (Solace)




As Dra'kal exited his ship, he would see a lone feminine figure walking towards him from the Citadel. He paused to inspect her from afar, initially believing that she was the diplomat he'd be meeting. He would be correct with that assumption, but the inquisitor couldn't help but have his attention concentrated upon the jedi's unusually "elegant" and "striking" attire, being a crimson dress that stretched down to her ankles while carrying a parasol. For a moment, he didn't seem to believe that she was a part of their order; perhaps believing her to be a politician or someone belonging with the Viszla Family. After all, the kaleesh was more used to seeing the traditional brown-and-tan robes coming from someone within their order, whether he met one of them during a mission or simply during his previous sparse trips to this very temple. Even most the people around him had the iconic robes that he was familiar with, with the temple guards garnering their own white robes.

Nonetheless, despite dress having caught his temporary attention, Dra'kal mentioned nothing as the diplomat finally reached him and proceeded to call him by his full name. The inquisitor proceeded to remove his hooded cloak to reveal his bone-white mask that hid his face. All that could hint of his own humanity were the two amber eyes that seemed to almost illuminate from within. Despite his imposing features, the Inquisitor glanced down at the jedi and shook her hand.

"Greetings," Dra'kal replied with a deepened tone, which amplified his rather strong kaleeshi accent, "You must be~?"

The jedi was quick to reply, introducing herself as Verra Alleron or Solace for short. She would then offer him to enter the Citadel, as well as a tour of the grounds if he was willing to. Dra'kal gave a quick second to consider before finally settling on an answer.

"I thank you for the offer Solace," the Kaleesh humbly responded with a wave of his hand, "But let's prioritize with the contents first. Once sorted, perhaps I wouldn't mind getting a proper tour of the Citadel."

Indeed, the Kaleesh hadn't had a proper tour of the Citadel whenever he visited. He only roughly remembers a handful of areas that he was taken to to conduct any business regarding the Imperium. He wasn't much of the type to sightsee anyways, and even then he never really had the time to do much of that. However the Citadel had always been an exception to him. How different, or similar, were the enclave jedi really compared to the Imperium's own? And considering he wasn't ordered to report back as soon as possible, he might as well take the opportunity to himself.

It was about time anyways.
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