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Of Chiss and Chats; Invite only. Jean, Kura, Sask, Jake
Topic Started: Nov 6 2011, 05:51:32 PM (214 Views)
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Nar Shaddaa, the home of criminals, the poverty stricken, and all the scum in the galaxy. This place might as well be the homeworld of all greed, lust and all things sinful that plagued the universe. No doubt many believed it true, force knew he considered it to be at times, but it was also a haven of sorts, a place where even the strongest of force sensitives could get lost and never be found if they didn't want to be. There was a certain allure in that, the ability to never be found, but as the Jedi walked the streets and surveyed the people he saw a more personal aspect to the planet. it was the home of some hard working men and women, paid too little and doing too much, always on the raw side of a deal but just trying to make a living. Maybe they considered this existence worth it, but whether or not he would answer that question today was not on his agenda.

Today he had to meet with criminals and foreign beings alike, a group pf people he thought would make some of the best allies against the corruption he sought to destroy. All of them knew of this plague that spread across the galaxy, this parasite that stole the lives of countless billions, these things that would take and take until there was nothing left if they had the power. The Sith had returned, and they were his primary target, though there was another. Over time he had been compiling information, a series of lists that allowed him to connect various senators to the Hutts, many of them loosening restrictions on weapons, technology, and boosting prices for their goods. None of this boded well, eventually it would become standard all across the galaxy and things would come to an end. The man couldn't allow that, and as he paused outside the designated bar he vowed to end the infection of the Hutts in galactic society.

"Name?" a tall, hairy being growled as it bared its teeth and a sizable stun baton.

"Zhar Mellick,"he growled in return.

In truth the man that stood outside the bar was Rovnak Torvalan, Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. He was not a very public figure, had intentionally kept himself out of the holonet transmissions as much as possible so few people would know his actual face. that had not stopped him, however, from wearing a garb befitting a rogue Jedi mercenary that hid the lower half of his features. A cloth mask obscured everything but his eyes and the top of his head, in truth it was a rebreather, a special one that a friend had made a long time ago to allow ease of use and a particular intimidating style. Some people hated not seeing the eyes of their enemy, but when anonymity was given by hiding everything but ones eyes, it could make a potent weapon against those that communicated nonverbally through eye contact. The bouncer son stepped aside, aware of the reputation the fake name had obtained over the pst two decades.

With easy strides the Grandmaster found his way to a specially reserved booth and waited, keeping an eye on all entrances and exits to ensure no-one had the drop on him. His senses were flooded by the amount of life and energy that the bar absorbed, each mote a different color, each color a different emotion, each emotion belonging to a different person. Rovnak smiled, taking pleasure in the life that thrived in even the most unlikely of places.

"Time to have a nice chat with Chiss and criminals about a star ship and a mission..." he mused as he thanked the waitress for the light drink she set down on the table for him, his usual drink whenever he came here as Zhar Mellick. "Hopefullly they are on time as we agreed, I hate goose chases all over planets full of trillions of beings."

Council Meeting
Jedi Training: Simulated Attack

Master Rovnak Torvalan
Assassin Veko Kay'lak
Knight Quinn Vollas
Csika'uro'vansha - Aurov
Inventor Malcom Araius
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It was better to arrive ahead of time than late, Sren had come to find, a habit not only ingrained in her by the strict militial life of the Nuruodo family but also necessity as of late.

They had arrived at the designated spot quite a few minutes prior to the agreedmeeting time, tucking themselves away into a corner, intent only on keeping below for the radar for the moment. This bar was, to say the least, considerably more feral and dangerous than many of the ones they had been frequenting while wandering Nar Shaddaa, which could have been taken as an ill omen. Sren had decided that it was something good, for that meant their contact was of the capable sort, or at least one who knew how to protect themselves or talk others into protecting them. That was hardly bad, unless it somehow turned upon them. The Chiss agent was certainly hoping not.

The air was hazy with smoke from something that smelled particularly acrid that quite a few aliens were smoking off somewhere else, the already dim lighting made all the more unfocused because of it. She and Lorne could still see well enough, yes, but she wasn't keen on getting into a fight in such an atmosphere. That and the fact that everyone seemed to be packing heat, and openly at that. She eyed the massive rifle strapped to the back of a nearby drunk uneasily, eyes narrowed to gleaming slits as her gaze continued to scan the bar restlessly. This wasn't the sort of place that anyone could make themselves at home at, unless one was a gang leader or drug lord of sort. Even then, Sren believed they would be hard-pressed.

It had taken them a bit to buy their way into the questionable business, Sren sourly forking over more credits than she would have preferred to under any circumstance. At the rate they were going through the meager wealth the CEDF had provided them with, they would run out unless they found a ship soon. After paying for their way in, Sren and Lorne had retreated to a corner of the bar until only a sliver of the table they were supposed to be meeting at had become visible, waiting for their contact to arrive. Sren had hoped they wouldn't be left waiting too long, hunched in their seats, a deep cowl thrust up over her head, casting a shadow until only the faint glow of her eyes was visible. Thankfully, they didn't have to wait long.

"Come," Sren murmured, tugging briefly at Lorne's arm before standing and shuffling hurriedly back towards the front of the bar, near the entrance. There was enough bustle that, to an unobservant individual, she may have just stepped through the entrance, weaving her way slowly through those ambling about, all of them looking more and more unfriendly by the minute. She was careful to keep herself relaxed, movements fluid and graceful, never touching those she passed by, ready for an attack at any moment. If there was one thing the CEDF had taught her well, it was how to defend herself in tight quarters.

It hardly took them any time at all to arrive at the table where their esteemed contact was waiting, nursing a drink and looking quite intimidating. Sren forced herself to keep from hesitating, her mind whirling with possibilities even as her head tilted slightly in a gesture of greeting, careful to keep her hands away from any part of her that may have seemed to harbor a weapon, though that was easier said than done. They didn't need an mis-communication on their first meeting, after all.

"Zhar Mellick?"
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"Hello Sren."

The statement came with supreme ease and confidence, a testament to the calm and faith that the Grandmaster had in himself. There was little in this galaxy that he truly feared, although the Sith conquest of it was never a desired outcome, he had a plan to stop them, and it involved the pair of chiss before him. As he turned to look upon the woman and his companion the Master could hardly believe that she was going to be part of one of the galaxy's greatest hopes for the future, or at least, would contribute to changing the face of the galaxy forever. Rovnak had a plan, one that had taken years to prepare and now he finally had a chance to put it into action. With his sudden disapearance during the battle of Dantooine, Rovnak knew the Jedi Order would seem wounded in the public eye, but the Sith were about to get a very rude awakening, as were the criminals that thought the Jedi were going soft.

"Take a seat, order a drink, and get comfortable," continued Rovnak after some time, his eyes still observing and surveying the pair of blue-skinned humanoids before him, "It's going to be a long night i think, though hopefully not too long."

With a gesture to the bartender for his usual order of food and another round of his beverage the posing grandmaster wondered what exactly the pair of these aliens thought f him. As far as they knew he was a criminal, a notorious one that had killed everyone to ever cross him, even idle security guards that had sworn at him just for tossing them a nasty glare. Then again, if they were smart enough they likely would guess who he was the moment he began to speak of his particular ambitions, as few others in the galaxy would ask them to join such an insane plan as his. Well, he didn't want to call it insane, but if he was to change the galaxy, take out a majority of the Hutt's influence, and deal the Sith a blow from which they would likely never fully recover and use to their advantage, then one might call it crazy.

Slowly he rolled his shoulders, twisting his neck with a sudden jerk to crack a particularly annoying crick in his neck that had bothered him for the past day or so. The trip here had not been too uncomfortable, but it was not the sort of luxury and hectic action he would soon enjoy once they were all assembled aboard a very special ship he had commissioned just for this mission. Growling for a moment in pleasure the "assassin" that Rovnak posed as let his eyes bore into that of the ruby orbs of his counterparts as they took a seat.

"I take it you really do want a part in crewing my vessel?" he asked as he hunched forward intently. "What makes you think I want you on my ship? Why is recruiting you worth it? I don't care what alternative objectives you have so long as they don't conflict with my mission, but I want to know why you want on my ship so badly as to accept an interview before you even know what we're about to embark on, which I'll get to explaining shortly.

"So regale me," he finally said as he leaned back and crossed his arms, his gaze switching from one to the other, "what use are you and what reasons do you have for joining me?"

Council Meeting
Jedi Training: Simulated Attack

Master Rovnak Torvalan
Assassin Veko Kay'lak
Knight Quinn Vollas
Csika'uro'vansha - Aurov
Inventor Malcom Araius
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"Hello Sren."

Her wariness increased instantly, the smoothness and comfortable tone of his voice betraying their precarious surroundings so easily. This was a man who felt completely at ease here, for better or worse. That most certainly meant he either had a great many friends or was capable of taking care of himself, neither of which bode well for Sren or Lorne in the possible even that something mitigated a fight. It was best to stay cool, keeping herself calm and collected but attempt to avoid the xenophobic condescension that so many believed her species was inclined to. This was hardly the sort of place where she wanted to offend anyone, after all.

"Take a seat, order a drink, and get comfortable. It's going to be a long night i think, though hopefully not too long."

She favored him with a faint smile, sliding wordlessly into the seat opposite him, scooting over to make room for Lorne, regarding Zhar Mellick the entire time. She didn't let her attention waver for a second, eyes fixed on him even while she vaguely noticed what was going on in the periphery of her vision. She couldn't shake it, but the feeling she got from this guy wasn't...bad, persay. It wasn't common that she relied on her gut instinct, that faint, nagging feeling she couldn't quite explain, but this man didn't come across as an immediate threat to her. Of course, he could just be trying to lure them into some situation they couldn't escape from, but why do that when he most obviously held so much power in this very bar. Sren's eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, her ingrained sense of suspicion rising over that urge to trust, training taking place of everything else.

She met his gaze, unflinching, before her finally began to speak, immediately finding some relief that he didn't go chatting about pleasantries and immediately got down to business. "I take it you really do want a part in crewing my vessel? What makes you think I want you on my ship? Why is recruiting you worth it? I don't care what alternative objectives you have so long as they don't conflict with my mission, but I want to know why you want on my ship so badly as to accept an interview before you even know what we're about to embark on, which I'll get to explaining shortly. So regale me. what use are you and what reasons do you have for joining me?"

Her gaze flicked briefly to Lorne, wondering vaguely if he would actually speak or if, as it so often occurred, she would have to do all the speaking herself. "We would not be here if we did not want it so," she said softly, inclining her head respectfully to assure him that her phrase was not meant in a condescending manner. "As for usefulness, I am a xenobiologist well versed in medicine. I doubt you care if I say I was top of my class or what other honors I have obtained, but I will say, I am good at what I do." No lie there, only truth, and that was as close to bragging as Sren would get. Bragging rarely got one anywhere, after all, unless you wished to intimidate someone, and for now speaking the truth would suffice. She would let Lorne speak for his own usefulness, assuming he was paying attention.

"As for reasons...." Here she had to step carefully, revealing as little as possible while still telling him all that he needed to know. "We merely have discovery in mind. I swear to you, we do not wish to discover militial secrets or weapons of destruction, merely sate a knowledge that is required of us and do as much as we possibly can in that time span. I can merely guarantee that we will do nothing to jeopardize your mission unless it threatens our lives in such a way that we do not find it acceptable." She tilted her head again, gaze still fixed intently upon his, trying to force across the point that she wasn't lying somehow. And if he pushed for more, well...who knew then. She suspected everyone on his crew had their secrets and she personally hoped he wouldn't delve too far into theirs.
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It seemed that the female Chiss was the more open of the pair that he had met, though that did not surprise him. Women tended to be more social, and Chiss upbringing and racial tendencies aside, Sren still seemed confident and able to communicate more easily than others. In a setting such as the one they had surrounded themselves in, Rovnak found that rather impressive, and was willing to bet that he had chosen wisely. he had heard only a little about this pair, their adventures and their past history in the known galaxy had aided him in his choice of such a seasoned pair, or so he assumed them t be. Their past beyond the ail of the Unknown Regions was their own, but Rovnak had a feeling he would learn some of it soon enough, as he liked to get to know those he worked with, especially on missions that could be considered suicidal.

Hell, some would say his ideas were naive, that i was better to deal with the devils you know than the devils you don't, but Rovnak felt too much darkness and strength emanated from the Hutts, and he wanted their influence gone just as much as he wanted the Sith wiped off the face of the galaxy. Poetic, he thought, that he wanted the Sith gone as much as they wanted him and the rest of the Jedi, perhaps the rest of the galaxy, destroyed. But his attention shifted from his plans and possible grandeur ideals to the moment at hand, to the experiences and strengths that Sren detailed for herself. her companion still remained quiet, but if his resume was as impressive as that of the woman before him then he had no issue bringing him along. Besides, Rovnak had an idea that they were a package deal, and if he was to succeed and gain more support he would need them both.

"Your friend is quiet, but I assume he has skills comparable in strength to yours," Rovnak assumed aloud as he leaned forward and sipped his drink. "I am in need of a good medical staff, what I have so far is good, but I think you will prove to be the last piece of the puzzle to my medic problem.

"Your search for knowledge and information on the other hand," the fake assassin continued as he peered intently into Sren's eyes, "is not uncommon, and I do not mind it. Take what information you like from our ships, their schematics, the information we gather and whatever else. If you are willing to help me with my objectives I will help you where I can, so long as it does not detract from the purposes of my own mission. But I cannot promise you that what we do will be a walk in the park, danger is everywhere in the galaxy and we are diving right into the heart of it and mining for more trouble than many think it is worth. If you like the challenge and risk that entails, stick around, thumb these datapads and learn what you are about to get into" the grandmaster continued as he slipped two datapads from his cloak and slapped them on the table, "otherwise I suggest you start walking."

Council Meeting
Jedi Training: Simulated Attack

Master Rovnak Torvalan
Assassin Veko Kay'lak
Knight Quinn Vollas
Csika'uro'vansha - Aurov
Inventor Malcom Araius
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Knight Quinn Vollas
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