TheElvenJedi

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Eeeek, sounds hectic! O_O Good luck, and I shall of course be here waiting when you get back! :P

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Pahaha, no worries, there's never a rush to post so whenever you get around to it! XD

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Pahahaha, I could actually see him with that kinda sinister but influential voice as well now XD

I don't mind both of us chipping in to control him so if it strikes your fancy go ahead :P
Agreed, I can't see our two young'uns getting away from a trained Sith lord and his elite guard so that sounds good to me! :)

Star Wars: Shadows and Smuggling

Ziveri Kreen

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Location: Cirrus II, Agronea spaceport

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Ziri looked up only to find that the Rodian had already disappeared, her mouth hanging open with the question she had never gotten to ask him. Snapping it shut again, the young Twi'lek fished the datapad out of her pocket, plugging in the address from the scrap of paper to see where exactly it was.
"Hmm...." she frowned thoughtfully, looking up at Rel. "Isn't that the crystal warehouse? Could be an ex Jedi looking to get away from the Imperials." there was a spark of curiosity in her eyes as she flashed a grin. "And at fiteen thousand, it sounds like it could be worth our while even if there ain't no crystals or Jedi to be had. I say we do it."

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Tah dah! Hope that was a satisfactory introduction for our Lord Bracknell XD

I thought it'd be quite fitting for him to have some Ubese as (part of) his personal bodyguards, since they probably hate Jedi/Force sensitives the most out of anyone, I could see them jumping to help out with killing the Force entirely much for the same reason as the Selkath XD so that's what I was trying to go for :P
Let me know what you think, hope it doesn't feel too rushed or anything o.o

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

“A quick in and out, sure.” Aria promised, punching him lightly in the shoulder before she sauntered past him into the ambassador’s office, which was almost as pristine as the hallway outside but for the thin coating of dust that had begun to settle on the desk and windowsill. They’d have to polish that off before they left, just to keep their cover up to snuff. She headed straight for the desk, sliding into the chair as she flicked through the saved holo recordings on the communicator one by one. In an attempt to get out of there as quick as possible, she sat forward and popped open the nearest drawer, rifling through it as she listened to the recordings, occasionally glancing up to make sure she wasn’t missing anything visually important in the holograms. The holocommunicator turned out to be a bust, her impatience growing with each passing second as she flicked more frantically through every drawer and cabinet she could find. Until, at the bottom of a filing cabinet stuffed to the brim with boring trade policies and other political jargon, she discovered a datapad containing a detailed diagram of a nearby facility, the path to the meeting place marked out in bright red, and instructions to the nearest dock. So it was underwater after all (man, Bol was going to LOVE this one...not).

It couldn’t have been longer than five minutes later when she heard the elevator ‘whoosh’ to a stop on their floor, spitting expletives under her breath, Aria fumbled to shut the cabinet and return everything back to the place it had been when she had first entered, looking up as Yerbol spoke out, attempting to come across as innocent and diffuse the confrontation though from the reply the trooper gave they clearly weren’t believing the act in the slightest.
TELL ME YOU’VE GOT SOMETHING!!! Yerbol sounded pretty desperate. Guess it was time to go, then.
Stuffing the datapad into the pocket of her jumpsuit, she yanked one saber out of the sleeve, darting out into the corridor to drop in beside Yerbol just as the troopers began to pepper them with blaster bolts.
I’ve got a datapad, but you ain’t gonna like where it wants us to go! She snorted, slowly inching her way across the gap between the duo and the elevator. At least if they made it that far, they could get to a different floor and hopefully a window they could jump out of...or something.

She wasn’t really sure how to get them OUT of the embassy per se, but one step at a time. Lose the troopers. As soon as Yerbol ducked in beside her, Aria slammed her hand down on the nearest button, leaning back against the cold metal as the doors slammed shut and the elevator shot off towards the specified floor.
“Okay...maybe this was a bad idea.” she admitted, realising that there would probably be an armed ‘escort’ waiting for them by the time the doors opened again. Hey, they could always hope the security force wouldn’t know which floor they were headed to, right?

Well, it wasn’t troopers waiting for them when the doors opened at least. She never thought she’d say this, but she wished it HAD been Republic soldiers. Tall (but then again, EVERYONE was karkin taller than her….Yerbol certainly could have looked them in the eye, if their eyes had been visible through the visors), imposing figures decked out in jet black armour from head to toe, formed a barricade between Aria and Yerbol and the only way out. Most held vibroblades at the ready, but a few nearer to the back had rifles trained on the pair, ready to fire at a simple command.
“So, the little womp rats aren’t dead after all! What a surprise!” the barricade of Ubese parting to allow the five foot eight man to step forward. He had always dressed more extravagantly than some of the other Council members the few glimpses she had caught of him during training sessions, but the delicate silver stitching that embroidered the sleeves and torso of his charcoal grey tunic was even more flashy than usual, even for Lord Bracknell. A half-length black cloak hung from his narrow shoulders, standing out in stark contrast to his short-cropped straw blonde hair. Sharp eyes framed by heavy brows studied the duo with a cold and calculated gaze.

She shot a frantic look at Yerbol, fumbling for her sabers again, but before they could be activated, they flew from Aria’s grasp right into the man’s outstretched hand. Yerbol’s lightsaber followed soon after, and they were discarded into the charge of one of the black-suited troopers. Aria squared her jaw, standing up to attention as she met his gaze.
“Lord Bracknell.”

Then Bracknell’s voice echoed in her mind, the sinister edge it bore making the hairs on the back of Aria’s neck stand on end in apprehension.
Daddy’s not here to save you now, is he, Aria?

Star Wars: Shadows and Smuggling

No worries!

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

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Stehrr

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Location: The Raven, Bridge/Cockpit

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Stehrr turned in his seat as Kayala approached them, raising an arm to wave at the Face in greeting though he abruptly dropped it back down to his side once more at seeing the near-murderous look on Kayala’s face. The Wookiee kept his mouth tightly shut, shrinking as far down into his seat as he possibly could. He had never seen Kayala get angry before, and that alone was frightening even if he hadn’t had a phobia of angry, bellowing people. Truth be told he was more afraid of being hit than the actual shouting, but from previous experiences he had come to associate shouting with being beaten and so it was a natural reaction for Stehrr to shy away from any arguments and try to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible.

Stehrr grumbled softly in response to Luke’s reminiscing the simpler times, the Wookiee sat back, arms folded behind his head, and let the Captain take over the controls to bring the Raven out of hyperspace, he would know the best vector to approach from to avoid being detected by the Imperial blockade. Though he had relaxed considerably since the shouting had stopped, Stehrr was still a little tense as he took over the controls again and brought the Raven down through Tatooine’s atmosphere. It was a short descent from then onwards to the landing area.

He tried to keep relaxed, but the Wookiee couldn’t help growling softly as he rose from his seat. He could never have let Luke go without him to meet the Hutts, but the slug-like aliens were one of the big monopolies in the galaxy when it came to the slave trade and that still made him nervous.
“《Luke, if Hutts not listen to Naboo female, what then?》” he asked his friend, hoping that there would be some kind of fallback plan to get them out of that potentially sticky situation. After all, Stehrr would likely be the first of the crew members that the slugs would put in irons and force back into servitude.

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Denali Keesda

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The Raven, Medbay

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Though Denali tried his hardest to mind his own business and not pry, it was quite hard not to hear Kayala chewing Luke out for retracting his earlier decision to ask her to remain on the ship. The Raven was only small, after all, and it wasn’t uncommon for even slightly raised voices to be heard from any compartment of the ship. Funnily enough, he began to question himself whether it would have been considered ‘safer’ to have left the Face in her quarters stewing over being left out, instead of facing the roaring tirade of expletives currently coming out of her mouth. Hearing Kayala yelling was uncommon enough in and of itself that it elicited a visible wince from the doctor in reaction. He pitied Luke for being on the receiving end

Once the ship had gone quiet again, Denali leaned around the medbay door to check if the coast was clear, discovering that most of the crew had cleared out of the main hold by that point. Even Matthew seemed to have disappeared to plot another prank for the next unfortunate victim. Having completed his inventory, the doctor sat back in his seat, considering how he could best use his time when everyone else was planetside. He’d have to go check up on Gol and make sure she was resting up that ankle of hers. Rising from the stool he had perched on, he made his way back across the medical bay to rummage through the drawers, retrieving the earpiece for his holocommunicator from where he had left it tucked underneath the latest stack of medical documents.

Denali tucked the small electronic device into his ear and turned the communicator on, buzzing through to Luke and Sutton on the bridge as the ship shuddered and left hyperspace.
“Good luck out there, Captain, Sutton. I’ll keep my comm channel open, if anything happens and you need me out there, for fuck’s sake call through.” he didn’t want to jinx it by predicting a disaster prematurely, but...it happened a lot, their little band of adventurers just seemed to attract trouble like flies to Bantha crap. No harm in being prepared for the worst.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Epic fight scenes!!

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Will do my best to get you a post out tonight, but it might not be till Monday/Tuesday, got a crazy weekend with a lot of RL stuff going on so might not be able to sit down and write properly till then O: XD