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Post by kaalyanii Hul on Jan 4, 2011 7:57:19 GMT -5
While Kommisar took the lead, Kaalyanii hung back somewhere between him and his personal guard, something about them not trusting her enough for her to bring up the rear and again she had been somewhat sympathetic to that concern. Well, as sympathetic as a Yuuzhan Vong could be, sympathy wasn't in their language in even the most basic of forms.
Even when shrouded by the voluminous cloak she wore, masquered face hidden from view by the cowl that she carefully tugged down to hide her sharp-edged severe features from all who pried, she looked imposing. Sharp of eye and light on her feet, she was still much of the warrior she had once been, before her fall from the gods good graces, she moved like a predator, all stealth and grace like the shadow of a vua'sa stalking it's prey: calm, confident but quiescent.
Their group was quickly conveyed from the shuttle to their quarters and reception room for the day, instructed that the CEO would be on her way to speak with them as soon as possible. For Kaalyanii, the short trip from shuttle to reception was one that filled her with complete curiosity. Her only regret was that she couldn't ask all the questions that appeared in her head with everything they passed. Sure, she had destroyed things like this, not on Kuat it's self, but on worlds like it. But she didn't know what half of the things she had laid to waste did, exactly. It wasn't her part to know, but it might be useful information for the shapers when they set to work.
Filing that thought away for later, she kept her awe and curiosity in check, she shouldn't be so easily impressed by the ironically organic looking spanning viewports they had passed earlier, they mocked that which she held first and foremost close to her heart. No - the former warrior reminded herself, not mocked, they had been inspired to create that which was within the boundaries of their own capabilities. The species of this world and it's orbiting rings were confusing, she doubted that she would ever truly understand both they and their neighbours, but they could reach an accord.
Passing over the threshold of the room they had been shown to by one of KDY's own security officers, Kaalyanii at last peeled back the hood of her cloak and allowed her eyes to adjust to the bright lights of the room beyond. She supposed that these quarters were considered nothing short of lavish to beings who were not Yuuzhan Vong, to Kaalyanii, though, this room was every bit as confusing as the people who had 'built' it. Which was exactly why she kept her silence, ignoring the curious glances her extremely angular features, coloured and shaped pale flesh tones by the masquer that hid her true face, brought with her reveal.
Once they were left alone, she would explore, ask her questions. But not before.
This is it, she thought, the chance the extolled have been waiting for, and it is almost nigh!
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Post by Khari Vestra on Jan 4, 2011 12:11:02 GMT -5
Subconsciously she leaned in when he leaned close to her ear to whisper those words, though she did manage to control the mild chuckle that threatened to find egress through her lips as she slid her glance sideways at him, not deigning to turn her head yet to whisper back.
"Then I am certain you take deep offence." Khari paused briefly to wait for him to show interest, "Manners, Senator. You chose certain aspects if this ensemble I am wearing, if I look a mess I can firmly attribute it to you. You on the other hand would manage to make a dancing girl's bikini look dashing, just by being yourself in it."
Another pause, this time accompanied by the wrinkling of her nose, shortly followed up with her shaking her head once, decisively. "But please refrain from ever, ever doing that."
Yes, thought Khari, she really did have her suspicions, though it wouldn't be anything either of these two had thought. It might well not be what she had thought, or for the reasons that they might have assumed as a group. With another shake of her head - she was going to get dizzy if she kept up the negativity - the Kuati woman divulged her thoughts on this matter plainly, without preamable.
"There are only a handful of persons assigned with the correct codes to gain entry and I would be required to trust them implicitly. This is an abuse of that trust, I have no doubt." The stern voice of betrayal was palpable in her words, "No, if I were to keep anything of vital value to the corporation it wouldn't be in my private residence, it would be behind as many sealed and armed doors as I could place it. The cleaning droids sweep the apartment for the usual, dust, dirst and...bugs, should there be any, daily. But would my friend there have suspected I was entertaining if there wasn't anything to suggest more than one person was in that residence at the time? Something must have given them away."
And she bet she knew what too...the stupid girl, what was she doing?! This was a fast track to ending up much the way her own telbun had, who was now hopefully in a garbage chute far far away from here somewhere. It had not escaped her attention that Arri had company when she had left the detention block either. 'Handed into her custody' the Colonel had said, a falleen...and everyone who was educated enough to be aware knew how persuasive they could be!
"I suspect it is my assistant and her new...acquaintance shall we say?" Khari turned and nodded at the Colonel in thanks "But we shall see soon enough."
Canting her head this way and that, summing up her pensive state in movement, she deliberated for less than a couple of seconds, a smile then gracing her lips with certainty.
"A Zann who wishes to aid progression for some means other than his own, I never thought I would see the day." Her quip was good humoured enough to have been taken lightly, that was how she had meant it, but authetically sarcastic enough that it would go a small measure of the way to throwing any ideas the colonel might have gathered from them being a little too together on matters. "Well let us get moving shall we? We have a lot of ground to cover."
As the officer standing watch over the door opened it at the Colonels request, she stepped through the hatchway into the huge space beyond, the ship draped in what appeared to be some form of neural netting, into which a charge could be run through, should this living ship wish to heed it's masters call, she supposed.
Somehow, in this room, in this light, Selena looked more imposingly huge than ever, Klask was right, the Sekotan ships she had encountered previously were small fighters, nothing of this magnitude, she had thought much the same in the first instance, but then there had been other distractions, other people to take her mind off of things. Now she could get a long hard look at their prize, the full magnitude was appreciated. This was the motherlode, no doubt about it, the research and development teams would be able to take their work in directions the likes of which they had only ever dreamed of before now.
Hearing Klask speak, she spared him a glance over her shoulder, that look of elated awe still besetting her gaze.
"I was under the impression that the only beings who made living craft of this size were the Yuuzhan Vong, but this is most certainly Sekotan in origin." She surmised, gesticulating towards the large 'mechanical' engines that powered the vessel. "Perhaps this is a taste of what is to come...a prototype?"
That could warrent some looking into, if the sekotans were pipped at the post, this would enable KDY to outshine them with astronomical profit.
"Is it safe to enter?"
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Post by hegziaklask on Jan 4, 2011 16:19:40 GMT -5
The Colonel turns to Lady Vestra, peeling his eyes away from the ship.
'Perhaps it is, from what I have read about them in the past each is unique, but I had only read of small craft, playthings for the rich. You may be right, they might be trying to branch out to take advantage of the transport and small warship markets... Much easier to find buyers with the capital among those lines.
I do not know if it is safe to enter Lady Vestra, I have not allowed anyone to attempt it yet, I felt that was a political decision, not a military one. I could order it opened now of course, but for it to be properly searched and secured would take a few more moments than I think we have to spare, unless you have a different time-line in mind with the Regent."
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Meanwhile in Lady Vestra's Quarters:
Captain Banner's face twitches severely on the right side, spasmically distorting his features into a grimace. With a sigh,
"Really?? well, I guess that explains why you were there at the fracas then..." The Captain taps the side of his head.
"Former imperial... they slipped a experimental inhibitor in when they were pulling some shrapnel out years ago... I've been told I was lucky to survive with it, but the facial tick when someone uses telepathy is annoying. So, can we do this the nice way, or are we gonna have to wreck all these nice things and really piss off Vestra?"
In the hall Z can see and feel the guards getting a bit more anxious, especially with the revelation from the Captain that his face was twitching.
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Post by Tress Odak-Zann on Jan 4, 2011 17:03:40 GMT -5
"Then I am certain you take deep offense." Khari paused briefly to wait for him to show interest, "Manners, Senator. You chose certain aspects if this ensemble I am wearing, if I look a mess I can firmly attribute it to you. You on the other hand would manage to make a dancing girl's bikini look dashing, just by being yourself in it."
"Me?" he asks not remembering helping her dress. If he recalled it was more like undressing her that had been on his mind, but thats beside the point. "I have great tastes thank you very much. You look great. " he whispers back to her. Another pause, this time accompanied by the wrinkling of her nose, shortly followed up with her shaking her head once, decisively. "But please refrain from ever, ever doing that." Him in a dancing girls bikini? The thought had never crossed his mind, but he would be the one to pull it off. Some tucking here and there and a roll of tape to keep things strapped.... "I wasn't." Coming from him sounded as if he was caught red handed. "There are only a handful of persons assigned with the correct codes to gain entry and I would be required to trust them implicitly. This is an abuse of that trust, I have no doubt." The stern voice of betrayal was palpable in her words, "No, if I were to keep anything of vital value to the corporation it wouldn't be in my private residence, it would be behind as many sealed and armed doors as I could place it. The cleaning droids sweep the apartment for the usual, dust, dirst and...bugs, should there be any, daily. But would my friend there have suspected I was entertaining if there wasn't anything to suggest more than one person was in that residence at the time? Something must have given them away."
This to his question about who could it be. Yes, he found out more about her as the days went on. This was a clue to her personal and private life that mattered to him. Showed she trusted very few as it should be and said other things which he would think on later. Right now he was thinking of who it could be. Why her place of all places? "I suspect it is my assistant and her new...acquaintance shall we say?" Khari turned and nodded at the Colonel in thanks "But we shall see soon enough." That had him raising his brow in silent query. What was that about? That still didn't answer why Khari's residence to begin with? An assistant of her could chose anywhere, surely. Was it a stab at Khari herself? "A Zann who wishes to aid progression for some means other than his own, I never thought I would see the day." Her quip was good humoured enough to have been taken lightly, that was how she had meant it, but authentically sarcastic enough that it would go a small measure of the way to throwing any ideas the colonel might have gathered from them being a little too together on matters. "Well let us get moving shall we? We have a lot of ground to cover."
He has the sense to look embarrassed, but smiles none the less at her. "It might serve my purposes as well in the long run. Right now its about setting up Kuat as a leader in this field so the RGE can profit from things by way of new ship designs and models others don't have." he tells her honestly, though she knew some of that already. "Yes, might as well get this business sorted. Have you thought about what we talked about earlier. All you have to do is assemble a team...." He tells her but stops there. She would know the rest. The team would be beneficial to her more. Keep things in her control, but using his secret asteroid base. "Things are set up if your still of a like mind."Entering the hanger and seeing the ship again was something to remember. That first time was to quick and with everyone around it made things difficult to get a real good look at it. This was amazing. He just stopped and took a good look. "I was under the impression that the only beings who made living craft of this size were the Yuuzhan Vong, but this is most certainly Sekotan in origin." She surmised, gesticulating toward the large 'mechanical' engines that powered the vessel. "Perhaps this is a taste of what is to come...a prototype?"
That could warrant some looking into, if the sekotans were pipped at the post, this would enable KDY to outshine them with astronomical profit.
"Is it safe to enter?"
He looks over at Kharri and nods, "Yes, lets see inside. You think it has some kind of defenses in place? Or the ship wont let us enter? That would be something to see. " He was very exciting about seeing the inside. Imagine the blended components and all that.
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Jan 5, 2011 11:42:39 GMT -5
Captain Banner's face twitches severely on the right side, spasmically distorting his features into a grimace. With a sigh, "Really?? well, I guess that explains why you were there at the fracas then..."The Captain taps the side of his head. "Former imperial... they slipped a experimental inhibitor in when they were pulling some shrapnel out years ago... I've been told I was lucky to survive with it, but the facial tick when someone uses telepathy is annoying. So, can we do this the nice way, or are we gonna have to wreck all these nice things and really piss off Vestra?"The sigh the Captain emitted was mirrored by the Falleen. He simply shook his head and shrugged. Zanear had liked the man, after a fashion. To bad he had to die. Lucky, eh? Luck is a fickle mistress, it all just depends on ones point of view... and in that moment, faster than the eye could see, Zanear shot out his left hand in an open palm strike, a full extension directly into the throat. Crushing the wind pipe, he grabbed and spun the dying man around, holding him with his left, while drawing Banner's pistol from it's holster with his right hand. In the hall Z can see and feel the guards getting a bit more anxious, especially with the revelation from the Captain that his face was twitching. The guards became even more nervous, when he fired direct face shots at the first four guards in the hall, reflexivly causing the others to flinch back. Stay back! he commanded, discarding the dying Captain out of the doorway. Stepping back into the room, he shut and locked the door, blasting the control panel. Turning to Arri, he says, Please tell there's a second exit?
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Post by hegziaklask on Jan 5, 2011 13:01:42 GMT -5
The Captain, had too long been a Sergeant to have not expected a much more savage outcome this time. But he had hoped and gambled on it.
The arrogance and pride of the Falleen was his undoing, for as he shoves the presumably dying Captain through the doorway and turns to call to his lover, the overview windows shatter and the narcojet rounds from the sniper team across the way scream to the wayward pair's necks with supersonic speed. Their paralyzing toxin loads flooding their targets systems. The toxin, a synthesized and concentrated form of paralytic taken originally from the Crystal Snake venom. The speed of the rounds too great for even a Jedi to react to.
From above, the second entry team toss in a sonic grenade, its piercing wails normally would be more than enough to incapacitate unshielded ears, and known as more than enough to shatter a force-user's ability to summon the force. However as it wail winds up it pops and tones down to just an annoying buzz, the grenade is a dud.
Out in the hall, Banner comes to with a start as his men are checking him over and half restraining him. He shakes his head muzzily and claws off the badly dented gorget (throat protection) of his armor that was continuing to choke him.
With a heavy grating voice he coughs out "Door... Cutting Charges.... Now!"
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Post by Khari Vestra on Jan 5, 2011 17:57:57 GMT -5
Though disappointment had taken it's toll on her expression, Khari knew that the Colonel would have complied if he considered it safe to do so, his objection didn't come from a self important desire to excert some form of control over who saw what first, that would just be completely silly, not to mention out of character for his rather proper persona. He was, for lack of a better word, thoroughly Imperial, Khari had noted, several times now. This had it's advantages, but it had also lead him to the indisgressional matter of inviting the Atrocity here to begin with.
What transpired in the very meeting that Klask had mentioned, would determine the outcome of how she dealt with that matter in full. In part, he knew her opinion and would be hearing from her again on that before the week was through.
"From what I ascertained about Sekotan life, credits are the furthest thing from the inhabitants minds. Trade in some other currency, however, well there are no limits to the number of things they could require." She mused alloud, more for conversatons sake, she had let the notion slip through her mind without too much thought to it, she didn't care why the Ferroans made these craft, only how. The galaxy at large was in no rush to be accepting anything from a world that harboured the very beings that had nearly destroyed it.
They had both been getting at it, and her own mind had been nagging her too. It wasn't good to keep the regent waiting, this little jaunt would have to come to a conclusion some other time. Resolving to do just that, she nodded in agreement.
"Then I see no further reason to tarry here." With a simple gesture to Klask, "Thank you for your time Colonel, but you must excuse us, we have a schedule to keep."
Offering the stout man an alluring smile, she turned on heel and stepped back out through the hatch-like doorway, taking little more than a brief glance back at the vessel resting there as inert as any of the ships on dozens of worlds. If sekotan vessels were alive, she wondered, did they have thoughts like a sentient being? Had it been observing them, as they observed it?
Deciding it didn't matter, the Kuati waited for Tress to fall into line with her, and then set off for the transport that had brought them here. They could have it returned to Klask when they arrived at their destination.
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Post by Lord Ire on Jan 6, 2011 0:37:29 GMT -5
In his suite, Kommisar comes out of his room's refresher to find that a service droid had dropped off his cleaned robes in his room. Liking the way the Kuati treat their guests a little too much, perhaps it was a good thing that communications officer from the Atrocity was trying to contact him on his secure comlink. Picking it up Ensign Ricky informs the Regent that Grand Admiral Tuulk wishes to speak to him.
"Grand Admiral Tuulk, Regent Kommisar here, how may I help you?"
"Remus, I believe we have a situation with KDY." Tuulk says bluntly.
"What do you mean, Admiral?"
"I'm here with Kage Corey Dooku of the Grey Jedi Order, he supposedly attacked Kuat earlier due to the fact that they separated him from his ship... which is alive. He claims to have only attacked with his severly damaged fleet, which he came to have repaired, was because the wouldn't give him back the ship." Tuulk says laying it all out for the Regent, KDY appears to already be interested in the same kind of living ships that the Empire was about to approach the shipyards with. Was it a scary irony to find out that the KDY were already looking into that sort of thing when the Empire and the Extolled Yuuzhan Vong were about to approach them with an offer to build such style ships; indeed.
"This could work to our advantage," Kommisar says, his voice sounding slightly excited and intrigued; Tuulk was obviously against the project in the meeting of High Command. Kommisar is curious and cant help but ask Tuulk,"Why give me this information, Admiral? You don't like this project in the slightest.
"Two reasons, Regent, I am loyal and I am a Chiss of my word." Tuulk tells the Regent as he looks the Kage's way. "The Emperor wishes to test the Vong, I will follow his wishes to the end, and Kage Dooku has convinced me he was goaded into a fight and I promised to return his ship to him."
"I'll see what I can do." Kommisar says, knowing what Tuulk want. "I make no promises but I will do what can.
"Thank you, Regent Kommisar."
"For the Empire, Grand Admiral Tuulk" Kommisar says before terminating the comline. Kommisar sits there for a moment and ponders all this. He then goes and dresses in his robes and ornamental pieces to prepare for the meeting with Khari Vestra, head of the KDY Board of Directors, and a chance to see a new era of shipbuilding begin in the galaxy. He formulates from here the position he will take in the meeting, he must be cool and calculating as to when to expose the knowledge he has.
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Post by Khari Vestra on Jan 6, 2011 7:47:08 GMT -5
There was a moment there where time had seemed to stand oddly still, Zanear remaining his usual calm and oddly pragmatic self, the air of suggestion laying heavily in the air in an indiscribable way. But whatever the Falleen had intended to happen prior to this, evidently had no effect, the suggestion alone was bizarre, but telepathy?
Needless to say there was no time to ponder it, they were in this up to their necks right now.
Frozen in uncertainty, Zanear wasn't prepared to give those officers a chance to get their foot in the door, figuratively or literally. With a lightening fast move he had jabbed two fingers at the throat of the Captain, enough to throw his attention just long enough that he would be enabled to get him into a brace and procure his blaster pistol.
Not stopping to see what would happen next, she heard the blast that had disabled the door's mechanisms, locking it permenantly for the time being. Arri was already moving, crossing the hallway to the main living space when she'd heard Zanear call out that question.
"Of course, right this way!....and I hope you have a head for heights."
The second exit was quite literally that, a total exit into a sub-section of the service ducts and walkways usually utilized behind the scenes for the menial operations conducted around the headquarters. No one needed to see the cleaning droids and staff that kept the place looking so spick and span after all. The fact that it functioned as a secret exit, accessable only to those few in the know, was unknown to almost all save Vestra and her closest staff.
Turning tail and making a flat out run for it, her adrenaline was running high. So when the sound of shattering windows rang out all around them, eclipsing all of the last half of her sentence, she did what any civillian might have out of pure instinct alone - snapped her line of sight round to see just what they were up against.
The barest flash of light against the dark sillhouettes of figures, arms brought up, gripping something in their hands - a weapon? - was all Arri comprehended in that half a heartbeat it took for them to shoot. An impact harsh enough to make her know she had been hit, but not forceful enough to take her down as yet, reverberrated from her neck up into her skull where it registered with her mind as a burst of fear. She knew what had happened. The burning, hot sensation, searing the local area of where that dart hat hit her, was all the signification she needed...
Poison A small voice at the back of her mind shouted out of the encroaching hammering of her heart, all background noise fading into a dull roar.
With every beat of her heart she was pumping that toxin through her bloodstream, and she had barely spun sharply on her heel to try and warn Zanear when it took full effect, sending her crashing to the floor like a ragdoll.
Oh she was conscious, but everything moved around her in a blur of light and shadow, her thoughts muddied by the shock of what was coursing through her veins. But unknown to those who were closing the net in around them, she posessed a small introvenous implant that enabled her body to process and effectively disperse the potentially fatal aspects of many known contact or injectable poisons. Something her master had given a gread deal of care and attention to upon her purchase. Arri would succumb to the poison's effects initially, this was inevitable, but were it of a particular type that the implant had been designed to resist, it would begin neutralizing the toxin's effects on contact before it's potentially fatal effects gripped her completely. It was just a matter of time.
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Jan 6, 2011 22:23:25 GMT -5
It was hard to imagine, all this extra firepower just to see who was in the Office here. And since only the other Force Users he had encountered knew he had the Force, he was even more surprised by the tactics used. At no point would any of the security personal had an inkling, much less already be in preparation for, someone of his talents.
Not that it mattered. He'd been in combat and Force training since he was a a child, well over 90 years of experience. These petty security guards wouldn't have a chance. And now he was angry.
"Of course, right this way!....and I hope you have a head for heights."
She called out, and began to run down the hallway. And then that tingle again, as two reports fired off, he turned ever so slightly, and a pair of darts whizzed past, one striking Arri and the other hitting him as he turned. Somehow, Chaos was with him, for as he turned the dart aimed for his neck hit a few inches lower, burrowing into his jacket and the tip bouncing off the handle of his tonfa, strapped across his back. Not waiting a second, he turned and ran the way Arri was headed. She had stumbled. then fell. Curse them, they'll pay dearly if she dies! was his thoughts at that moment. Then a grenade was tossed in, and instinctively he threw his body over hers. Luckily, it was a dud, and he grinned. We just might get out of this mess yet! he whispered in her ear. Standing, lifting her lithe body up and over his left shoulder, he ran down the hallway at breakneck speed, heading towards the direction she had given him earlier.
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Post by hegziaklask on Jan 7, 2011 14:01:28 GMT -5
As the Colonel watches Khari and Tress zip off to their meeting, he sighs to himself knowing that there is a mountain of paperwork. He more than likely will be quite involved with that monumental task and the resulting debriefings for quite some time.
He has the guards reseal and re-secure the hangar, gives them all a quick once over to ensure they are on the job and not getting complacent due to the tedium of such a boring detail, then commandeers a nearby load lifter to shuttle him back to where he can get a more appropriate transportation back to his office.
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Meanwhile outside the CEO's suites:
Captain Banner massages his throat as the team place the cutting charges, then slips on his helmet before the blast.
With the pop-woosh of the cutting charges the lead entry team man hits the door with a kick but recoils back against the rest of his team lined up behind him... The Cutting charges insufficient to have cut all the way through in one go.
The Captain takes a quick peak as the smoke clears and shakes his head as he speaks over his helmet com in a grating and hoarse rasp.
"Xim's Balls! This door is thicker than listed, Vestra must have it upgraded when she took over. Get another set of charges!"
The buzzing of the sonic grenade dies as its power-core gives up in a plume of magic blue smoke. The thick gray blue cloud fills the room quickly from the disturbed air, the air managers of the deluxe accommodations having kicked into overdrive to try and maintain the set atmosphere, the inrush of normal poorly filtered array air tripping the system. The snipers across the way scope out the room and can see very little, there is some shadows in the smoke, but they cannot make out if those are the internal team or the targets.
The window entry team remain braced on their ropes a half level above, weapons covering the open windows, not yet having received word to enter.
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Post by Tress Odak-Zann on Jan 7, 2011 15:45:45 GMT -5
"I disagree with you Colonel. I don't think they would even consider getting into the war business. You have to understand their belief system. For all intent and purposes the planet itself is a living thing. A force entity that believes a certain way. It defends from all reports given. None of their ships sold to the public weren't weapon based..." he spoke out, but was really peeved at not being let inside. It would be a simple matter really so why all the caution he never knew. He nods to the Colonel as they walk away and once out of hearing he whispers to her. "Well that was a waste of time. What was all that about anyway?" he asks looking over his shoulder at the ship one more time. "We need to move it now while there is still time. All the commotion in orbit is the perfect opportunity all you have to do is sign off on it." Urai and Siara could over see things, he thought. It was a good thing they were still close, but it was still her order to give.
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Post by Khari Vestra on Jan 7, 2011 17:58:19 GMT -5
The steady throbbing thud of her heartbeat still resonant in her ears, her vision blurred, it was hard to concentrate on anything past the haze. Her body felt utterly numb from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, but the sudden way in which she seemed to lurch about suggested that she had been picked up by someone, and judging by the way in which the light and faint sillhouettes danced before her eyes, they were on the move too.
In her panic to regain control of herself, she tried, desparately to concentrate on something, anything beyond the numbness of body and mind, and it was his voice that she heard, harried, but reassuring. One might have gone so far as to say he sounded excited by all this. That was how she knew it was Zanear. Arri truly hoped he would know what he was doing, that other exit she had been leading him to, was accessable via an inconspicuous looking wall pannel, which lead into a vault like space. From there he would need a code to open the door, but she had not counted on the door being broken by force.
The small introvienous implant had really begun to kick in at this point, and she could hear the thudding of her heart begin to fade into the background, the cold sweat her body had broken out into dulling to a more temparately normal state. Whatever had been in that dart had been potent, perhaps not lethal, but Arri knew she would have been done for out there if Zanear had not taken it upon himself, literally, to abscond with her. She owed him two now...or would, when they got out of here.
Speech was the biggest problem, for the most part, all she could utter were discomforted sounding noises, the odd "Hnnn" here and there when what she really wanted to be handing over, was the directions to that wall panel! But the more she tried the more frustrated and panicked it made her, the door hadn't completely blown yet, but it wasn't going to stand a few more of those charges....and then there was the team that had seen fit to blast their way through the windows to contend with.
Somewhere behind them she heard a familiar Ploonk - hiss of someone tossing a grenade into the fray, the increasing plume of thick acrid smoke filling the chamber space within seconds, irritating her eyes to watering point, but there was little more she could do about it save to blink furiously. At least she could blink now, she thought to herself...
Blink...make sound, but not move. This wasn't very helpful. Just a few more moments - she thought, all Zanear had to do was stay out of their firing line for just a few more moments and she could....
"Back.... wall!" [/i] the Kuati literally spat the words out, the tremendous effort behind it still not enough to be heard clearly over the sounds of raised voices and argent explosion. But she hadn't been able to say what room, nor the code he'd need to get that hatch open once inside. She was now placing all her trust in him finding an alternative means of locating it and getting that thing open before the smoke cleared.
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Jan 8, 2011 10:39:38 GMT -5
****Out of Character post***** Ok it seems I missed quite a bit of excitement yesterday? SO I'm not sure what's going on, the chat box is broken on every site I go to that has chatango. So I'm gonna wait to find out before I (potentially) waste time on a post. Please don't anyone post for me
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