Edge of the Empire - Memories of the Beginning

A figure reviews a holonet message at a public kiosk. It nods in approval before hitting "Send". The message flashes once before confirmation is displayed. "Xol Paan. You may wish to find yourself at Dex's Diner; Collective Commerce Sector,the next time you find yourself on Coruscant. - A Friend"

Not Infinties

Xol lets go of Set and slowly gets up off the floor. "I need to stop getting shot at..." He pats Set's head before going back to the mirror.

Set exhales quickly and stands up too. "Maybe I'll go find Widdie...here you slobery thing you..."

((again...short...gotta get in the groove))

Infinities

I still wanna rp D:< KEITH! the only one who would rp with me on a constant basis XD so...infinities stuff...maybe i'll even make a post so i can rp set and xol in the other world...let's see...

Set slowly lays back down after everyone leaves and sighs. He still has to figure this Jedi stuff out...find Plo...

((ok its short but...yeah...D: i'll maybe post more))

Hiatus :O

Took all admin stuff down since this is on hold. You can still post comments but pages can't be edited and new posts can't be made (unless I do something) Just to keep it at the stopping point.

:3

Actually...new posts can be made...don't feel like dumping everyone as authors XD but I took the admin stuff down.

RP 20 - Other Problems

As the bizarre craft disappears into hyperspace from inside Sullust's upper atmosphere, Lara studies the coordinates from the radiation burst.

The Unknown Regions. An easy guess, but this guy is insane and dangerous on every level. Iku was scared of him and Elbor bent knee to him... I'm going to have to speak to Navik in private, or better yet... with Jace next to me, since he was there too. We can't have internal enemies. Going to need to talk to Null too. He was in there alone for awhile and no telling what this Other told him.

I'm in over my head here. Maybe he was right, I am the weak one. Sera wouldn't have fallen for that obvious trap with the bombers. She'd know what to do, but... if being a Jedi was easy... But he's got Sera's mindset, so any help is a sign of weakness. But its not. It makes you stronger and gives you an edge. It's how we beat Jopal. It's how we will beat this new evil. Sera is a part of that team whether she likes it or not. And I need to get her opinions on this. But first...

"This is Specter. Heading for a quick resupply and planning on the Legacy. Determine how we should handle things now."

RP 19 - On the Table

As Set tucks into the rest of the cake, Lara turns to the other person at the table. "So Eldor, what brought you to the Legacy. I understand you are working for Navik, but how did you get into this line of work."

RP 18-Cereal Killer

((after leaving star's end and getting the info on the murderer..coming down after the crazy))

"That place looked cool!" Set tells Xol. "Too bad I couldn't go in to see what it looked it..."

"It's really boring in there," Xol says. "Full of a bunch of sleeping people."

Set sighs. "Hmmm...that does sound boring...not exciting like when we caught that cat lady."

Xol laughs. "We?"

"Yeah! I went too...I mean...I guess I didn't do anything though..."

"You were back up," he pats Set's head. "And now you can be not back up and we can relax for a little bit..."

RP 17-And the end of Chapter 1

Set walks over to Widdimur wraps his arms around hir neck and whispers in hir ear, "Please have babies. Don't listen to Xol...he'll LOVE them."

Widdimur wags hir long thin whip like tail. It makes a whoosh sound as it cuts through the air and Wid licks Set's face. "Bleh!" He pats the strill's head. "I love you too you slimy thing you. Don't take any more of our stuff now or Xol will be mad ok?" 

~Hruff 

Infinities: Ow my Face!

((I had 3 hp...I can still get up :P not expecting anyone else but myself to post :3 but all welcome)) 


Set wakes up as he starts to cough and wheeze and then slaps a hand to his mask. It must have gotten knocked loose after jumping off the speeder with...the girl! Is she ok? He slowly sits himself up. Everything hurts. Especially his face. The small twilek seems to be fine. She has a few bumps and bruises and isn't awake, but through the Force, Set knows he protected her from serious harm. He pushes through the pain and moves them both to a safe spot where Set can lean up against up the wall. 


Gosh...why does it hurt so ba...he gently touches a few shaky finger tips to his face and winces. He's bleeding. Now he feels it after a breeze blows by. How cold and wet the left side of his face is. Set brings his legs up to the point where he can hug them and rest his forehead on his knees. Don't cry...big baby...

RP 16-The Past

Xol stands up and stumbles a bit. "Well...I think I'm done...Or I should be done," he takes one last, long sip on his drink and then looks over at Set sadly. Set puts his data pad away and grabs Xol's hand. "Straight to bed!" Set commands. Xol nods as he slowly follows Set out who gives a quick wave to everyone.

Farseeing

((Because next level Set can get force powers! Has to make sense!))

Set closes his eyes and concentrates.

"Use the Flow and see what's around me..." Xol says.

Set relaxes once he realizes he has closed his eyes as tight as he could. Too tight. "Hmmm...I see...I see...BLACKNESS!" Set sighs and opens his eyes. "This isn't working."

"You can't give up now! Give it some more time. I know you can do it."

"Ok ok fine..." Set closes his eyes again. "I see...OH...it looks...foggy...I see...red swirly something...Is that you!?" He opens his eyes.

"Yes! Why did you stop?"

"I guess I got excited hehe," Set laughs. "Ok...let's try this again."

"Red swirly...smokey...brown...you're sitting on the floor?"

"Yes."

"YAY! Ok...hmmm...it's still so so blurry...it's bright though...green lights...like the machine I played on earlier!" Set says excitedly, still with his eyes closed, still able to hold onto the little bit he can see. 

RP15

((I don't know exactly when to make this? I'm assuming after we found Red and his army haha. Just wanting to toss a post out...))


Set is happy to be out of The Sarlacc and in the hugeness of the Legacy with all it's bright lights and games. Xol was able to fix a slot machine so Set can play non-stop without winning credits or putting in credits and has been watching him have the time of his life for the past 10 minutes. Xol wonders what this place will feel like when it's full of people and marvels at the amount of money this thing could pull in.  

RP 14 - Crazy Droids, Twinkies, and a Bathroom

Lara's eyes snap open. Xol is standing above her, Set is hiding behind him, and SL-01 is shaking a container like a maraca nearby. Her head is swimming and fuzzy.

Groaning, she looks around and sees a small pile of snack cakes on her. Her skin still tingles from the vision and tiny imperceptible pin-pricks are fading across her arms.

"Wha... ?" she manages to ask

Visions of the Force: Cyrus and Lara

Lara's eyes open to a sun-lit room. Sitting up, she finds herself not wearing the coveralls she had been wearing the before. Replacing her clothes is a set of Jedi robes without the hooded over-cloak.

Looking around the spacious neutral color room, she senses a familiarity. An arched window fills the back wall, giving the only light in the room. Lara steps to the window an looks out on a bustling city world. "Imperial Center... no, Coruscant! Everything is older, but like brand new." she murmurs. Her reflection in the transparisteel causes a gasp. Her hair is tied back in different style, but a long braid reaches to her shoulder.

The pieces sink in, but it makes no sense. Jedi robes, braid, old Coruscant... she has to be in the old Jedi Temple. Moving to the doorway, she pokes her head out into the hallway. "Hello? Anyone here? Hello?"

Smothering silence answers her calls. Sighing, Lara steps into the hallway. Her boots click on the marble floors, echoing loudly in the emptiness. Briefly, something else echoes through the halls, a thin whisper. Lara stops, trying to pinpoint the location. "Hello? Is someone there?"

Continuing down the hallway, memories of the place begin to flood into Lara's mind. The whispers come back stronger and more distinct. Forcing down the memories, Lara sets off in the direction, but stops short of a training room. The whispers had stopped, to be replaced by the vmmmm of a lightsaber blade.

Peeking through the doors, a familiar looking Miraluka runs a black and white lightsaber through a complex series of maneuvers. Lara slips into the door and watches him for a moment. Of course it would have to be him. Cyrus is tied to this place the same as me. I wonder what has become of the others taken from here. Did they all suffer as we have? Or were they better off?

As the Miraluka closes down his lightsaber, his back is to her. Lara clears her throat and speaks. "Hello, Cyrus. It's been a long time."

RP 13 - I was drunk in a bar...

Sera shoves her hands into her pockets, brooding as she walks back into Keldabe.

Stupid Xol. I knew he would not understand. He was right there when we got the messages from the Sages and then Darth Rivan told us about the staff. And he stood right there and watched IMP-6's about Lara.

Is he blind or just does not want to make the connections?

Sera sighs. Desperate to quiet the thoughts in her head she looks around. A sign above her head looks familiar. "Bartering Acceptable. No strills allowed inside." she reads.

Pushing open the door she steps into an almost forgotten world. If it weren't for the armored Mandalorians, the holonet transceiver in the corner, and a holo projector showing some type of sporting match... Sera could swear it would be a an ancient tavern. With a pot and cooking fire in the center of the room.

Finding a dark booth, she sits down and orders a local brew. The glass of nearly black sticky liquid with a tan foam arrives from a skeptical looking man. "This anything like Tarisian ale?" Sera asks skeptically wondering if the Mandalorian's put motor oil in a glass.

The man lifts an eye brow. "Drinking is a recreation here. This is Ne'tra gal. Goes down smooth and fills ya like a loaf of bread. You want something that strong to knock yourself out, I can hit ya with a stun bolt. " His derision is capped with a glob of spit on the floor.

Sera raises her glass and sips the the concoction. Not bad. So Mandalorian's can fight and make a good ale. Interesting skill sets.

She sits there pouring over her thoughts and pouring more ale into her stomach. Soon five empty glasses sit on the table and sixth half-full recruit is next to her hand. Sera reflects about trying Tarisian ale in the cargo hold of her parents ship at age nine. The crew let her take a sip of it and that had been enough to knock her out and give her a hangover the next day. Part of her training regiment as an Emperor's Hand was to build her tolerances to common poisons, drugs, and other things used to incapacitate people. Even without the Force regimens she'd learned to neutralize things like alcohol, she could probably drink almost any other human under the table.

Still, the Ne'tra gal was slowly catching up to her. Sighing, she takes another sip. One more after this I'll get cab or call Xol to come get me.

As she stupefies herself, the door opens and two figures walk in both wearing Mandalorian armor. One appears human-sized, the other is about a third of the other's height. The taller is wearing black armor with some gold accents. The shorter one is wearing dark green and brown-gold armor with leather straps and bone trinkets hanging from it.

The two walk over to the crowd watching the sports match and greet a few people. As Sera watches, the taller looks right at her and kind of cocks his head to the side. With a little horror she realizes that they are now walking her direction. Both slide into the opposite side of the booth.

A slightly gravelly processed voice comes from the one in black. "So what brings you back to the Oyu'baat, girl? Shysa hasn't arranged any details yet."

Sera casts her eyes at the table. "I think you have me confused with someone else."

The little one in green pulls of its helmet revealing a rather cute fuzzy head and two tiny ears perched a top her head. It's almost an effort for Sera to not coo at the thing, but seeing some of the fetishes across the armor changes her mind. Human teeth, bones and what looks like a braided scalp adorn the metal and jumpsuit. The creature sniffs quickly three times and looks at its companion. In a slightly high-pitched and halting basic it says, "She smell different from Xol's girl. Similar, but different. Family same, not person. Like you and others."

Blinking in surprise Sera looks at the other Mandalorian. He nods at the creature and removes his helmet. Sera's shock grows even more as she recognizes a Fett clone, but a young one. Despite the slightly longer hair and a beard, it is most definitely a clone

"You... You're... You're a..." she manages to stammer.

The clone raises an eyebrow and slides back in his seat. "Let's not start throwing around the 'C' word, girlie. While the circumstances of my birth differ from the majority of people in the galaxy, I'm just like any other person here. So you're not the girl from the other day, the one dying to meet the Mand'alor, but you look exactly like her."

The small creature gives the clone a small jab to the ribs. Then gestures to its own face. "Eyes different too. Green, not blue."

He gives a grimace. "Fine, barring the eyes they look nearly identical. Not a big fan of coincidences, so let's get right down to it. Some girl comes to Mandalore looking for our leader, dragging along previous associates of mine. Claims she knows things about a problem. Then I find you, who recognizes me as a clone within seconds of seeing my face. Given its been seven years since the war, most people who ever saw one have kinda forgotten about us. Unless... you have seen a few lately. Only people I know who still have some of us in large supply are the Empire. You want to tell us who you really are and what you are after?"

Sera lets out a snort of derision. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Jusht shay I'm lying." Her thoughts just replay the last sentence. Did I just slur my words? That stuff is more potent then they let on.

"Not really. Teek, here, is member of an amazing species. Very perceptive bunch if she is any indication. Fierce and brave too, real Mandokarla. But she can smell if you are lying... subtle shifts in your body are plain as day. Now, I know you will tell me the truth or Persuader will have to say 'hello'. " The sound of a mechanical action under the table draws her attention to a micro grenade launcher aimed at her stomach.

Mentally she does nothing but curse herself. Rule 1: Always watch a suspect's hands. The minute you stop watching their hands is when the pull the vibroblade on you.

"You ever hear you get more fliesh with shugar than... than that bitter shtuff?" Sera responds, her anger building.

"Believe me, this IS asking nicely. I could throw a 'please' on top if you want, but there is still gonna be a grenade launcher here."

Sera begins to laugh. "Pull the trigger. Kill me. Do me that favor now. Won't have to do the shtupid ritual, everyone diesh later anyway. Think thish would be lessh painful than what Jopal would do to me."

Teek looks at her companion and shakes her head. The man pulls back the weapon and places it against his shoulder. "Teek says you aren't lying about that... I've heard a lot of people bluff with more convincing words than those, but you are serious here."

Sera nods. "Told you. Shtupid Xol and shtupid othersh, no clue what I'm dealing with."

The girl drains her glass and signals for another. The barkeep glances at the empties and places a new one down. He looks to the man, who signals for something.

The man turns back to Sera. "You need to ease up on those things. You go in on an empty stomach and they will mess you up quickly enough. My name is Draigo and you girlie have gotten me curious."

The barkeep comes back with three bowls of a delicious looking stew, a glass of water, and some type of blue syrupy liquid in a pouch. The stew goes down in front of everyone with Dragio getting the water and Teek getting the blue stuff. Sera eyes the stew hungrily, but with suspicion.

Draigo laughs, gesturing a thumb to the cooking fire where a big cauldron sits. "Came out of the same pot. Everyone's here did. Eat up, it'll take the edge off. Now tell me, what is it that Xol can't seem to help you with?"

Widdie and the Strill

((Story time! Again XD this time it's stupid silliness))

"It's you!" Widdimur says surprised at finding the strill from earlier again.

"And you!" the other strill says excitedly.

"I haven't seen another since I was a pup. What is your name? I'm Widdimur."

"I...don't have a name," the stray strill says. "I have no one to name me! It's just me against the world." It strikes a dashing pose.

Widdimur is impressed. Hir life was in no way easy being Xol's partner. This must be one tough witty strill.

"So, was that child creature your master," the stray strill asks looking at Widdimur. Hir eyes bright.

"The creature is my partner's child," Widdimur says.

"Partner? Not a pet? And you get to be around a nice child? I'm jealous," the stray snuggles up to Widdimur. "Some of these children play nice. And some of them are cruel! And some of the adults are cruel too!" It whips it's tail around to show Widdimur the injuries it has.

"Oh you poor thing!" Widdimur gently touches the tail.

RP12

"Look Widdimur..."

Widdimur looks down at the puddle. And begins to drink from it.

"No no!" Set pushes him. "We need to keep moving or we'll lose her...if this is her...and if it's not then we will discover...something? Right?"

Widdimur snorts.

"And if we don't keep moving, Number 1 will catch up...and Jets too...and then we can't be sneaky!"

RP 11 - Five Fabulous Days on Mandalore

Sera sits in meditation aboard The Sarlacc. Her thoughts shift from subject to subject, unable to still her mind and focus herself.

She remembers Marka Ragnos' warnings. Her master, Darth Sidious, would inadvertently destroy the Sith if left to his machinations. Sera reflects that this must actually be true to some extent, as the long dead Sith Lord seemed to request that of all his pawns.

Thoughts drifting to her master, she knows that while he has been a father to her, she must overcome that love and be willing to strike him down to complete her ascendance. However, what she must currently learn to overcome is her complete trust in him. His tests of her are getting more dangerous and will continue to do so until she proves that she is strong enough to fully step into the mantle of his apprentice. The only question is what must she sacrifice to make that climb.

Of sacrifices, her mind turns to the holocron of Darth Rivan sitting nearby. The inert black pyramid taunts her with the possibility of what must be done to stop Jopal. Rivan spoke of an ancient ritual, one attempted and failed thirteen years before by Count Dooku. The same ritual that was the bane of her cousin Lara. It left Lara shattered, without memory, or able to feel the Force. To make things more difficult, the ritual would require herself, Lara, and her newly discovered cousin Bria. Light, Neutral, and Dark... all in similar visage and within the same bloodline. Can the dire warning Rivan gave outweigh the threat to her cousins?

Thinking of Lara, Sera has to smile. For her fights of control and initial distaste for her cousin, the girl has proven to be just as powerful and as skillful as Sera, herself. She has endured so much pain, more than Sera has ever known, yet she has tempered anger, hate, and fear. For the first time in her life, Sera has begun to question if her master was right. Is the darkside stronger than the light?

Reflecting on the Force around her, Sera can feel Xol in his cabin trying to meditate on the future. Koro remains in his bacta tank, still recovering from his electrocution at Jopal's hands. Ti steadfastly goes through the motions of lightsaber drills, practicing what Koro had taught him. Scanning around the area, Sera finds hints of Force Sensitives among the locals of Keldabe. She smirks at the thought of Jedi Mandalorians, dismissing the notion and continuing her movement. For a second, she cannot feel Set. But then she realizes that the focus had been too long range. The Kel Dor youngling is very close to her. Opening her eyes, she sees his little head and breath mask inches from her face.

With a sad smile she greets the child. "Hello to you too, Set."

RP 10: Something, Something Darkside

Set hugs Sera back again and sniffles. "I know...and I'm sorry for that too...breaking stuff." He pauses. "So we are kinda the same...maybe Xol can be your second dad too."

RP9 something clever

"Karl," Xol says to Sera with a sort of disgusted tone. "That's one creature my patience could not have endured for too long..."