Ac'siel

Wed Oct 26, 2011 11:28 pm by Mitthib'raw'nuruodo

*Stumbling his way through the empty streets of Ac'siel, Brawn slowly led Cass to the Nuruodo House Embassy there (mentally asking himself why the Nuruodo House didn't have an HQ somewhere...). Giving the guards the password to allow guests, he led the young man to an impound lot where several old smugglers vessels were collecting dust.*

We've been stashing these down here for years now...not really sure if any of them still function much...but the most recent one was some jumpstarter thingy mcjagger....

*Stumbling off, he stopped in front of one ship and leaned against the landing gear of a JumpMaster 5000.*

Here ya are. Don't remember the name to it, so feel free to call it whatever you want.

Wed Oct 26, 2011 11:31 pm by Cass Raklin

Your giving me a ship?*Cass stares in disbelief. it doesn't cross his mind that this could be Brawn's way of paying Cass back for saving his life.*

Wed Oct 26, 2011 11:33 pm by Mitthib'raw'nuruodo

Why the kriff not? I'm the blasted Minister of War! I can do whatever I want! Now hurry along before my drunkness wears off and I come to my senses.

*Chuckling slightly, Brawn tapped Cass on the side of his shoulder with his fist, a silent wish for good luck.*

Wed Oct 26, 2011 11:39 pm by Cass Raklin

*Cass senses that something is off but ignores it.*Thanks, for everything.*He bows his head slightly then gets into the ship. He quickly figures out the layout, and sets to take off. He salutes the Minister of War totally unaware of the monster he has created. He finishes the system check and blasts off*

Wed Oct 26, 2011 11:44 pm by Mitthib'raw'nuruodo

*Brawn gives a half-assed salute to the young Jedi as he enters the authorization code to open the hanger doors, silently thanking him for such inspiration to help his future.*

Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:20 am by Mitthib'raw'nuruodo

*With the war over and the Aristocra in their meeting, Brawn set out to begin phase one of his dark deeds. Recruiting. In his private chambers, he sat naked before a mirror, placing a long, unruly haired wig over his finely combed hair, a fake goatee and thicker eyebrows on his face before getting up and piling on a low grade armor that he had had during his former life in the army so seemingly long ago. Leaving the pauldrons and a majority of the arm armor behind, he slung a rifle over his back, a pistol in its holster, and a knife in its sheath. Looking completely unlike the Minister of War, Brawn assumed his new identity.*

*Taking a secret exit out of the Embassy, Brawn set off towards the slums of Ac'siel, where his contact with the former 5th Phalanx awaited him.*

Wed Nov 09, 2011 2:59 am by Mitthib'raw'nuruodo

*In the cantina, Brawn sat and waited. He had arranged to meet with this representative in the very back of the cantina, so thats where Brawn sat...and waited. Bored after a bit, he pulled out his knife and began twirling it on the table, starting a new set of scars to the already rough surface. He had a mug of ale, but nothing nearly so potent as the night he met the Thrawn heir. After a while, he feared that the man wasn't going to show up. Just as he was about to get up and walk out, the doors to the cantina opened, revealing a tall, taller then was normal, cloaked Chiss, who immediately headed for Brawn's table. Stopping at the edge, he asked.*

=5th Phalanx Messenger=

What is the color of Haron?

*To which, Brawn replied.*

The color of Kol, my brother.

*Worst save phrase, ever. But it was the best he could come up with on short notice. Nodding, the commando sat down, but kept his hood and face past, which covered his face from the bridge of his nose down, said.*

=5th Phalanx Messenger=

At last we meet, Kol Haron. Our commander was quite excited when he heard your proposal...but we, of course...can't help wondering if you are some kind of spy...

*Thats when the messenger withdrew his blaster and pointed it at Brawn, who responded with a shot up through the table and into the messenger's upper arm, drawing all the attention towards them from within the bar. Getting up from his side of the booth, Brawn grabbed hold of the messenger's scruff and pulled him up to his face.*

Well tell your commander that I don't take Sith spit from anyone, especially terrorist motherkriffers like yourselves. You either do what I tell you to do, or I bring the entire Ascendancy upon your kriffing arses! You getting me?

*Once he got a painful nod from the messenger, Brawn threw him back into the booth, paid the bartender a large tip for repairs, and left. Quite the successful meeting, he thought.*

Sat Nov 12, 2011 12:50 am by Mitthib'raw'nuruodo

*Reentering the Nuruodo House Embassy through his secret passage way, Brawn entered his office in silence. Removing his wig and stick-on goatee, he quickly began removing his disguise and becoming the Minister of War once again, changing into his white toga like uniform and righting his messy hair after being trapped under a wig. Sliding his holdout blaster up his sleeve and his second charric blaster into its holster, since he didnt want "Kol Haron"s getting traced back to him, he stepped out of his office and turned to his aid.*

Any calls today?

=Nuruodo Aid=

No Minister.

Hmm...has the Aristocra returned from his meeting yet?

=Nuruodo Aid=

No Minister.

*It was clear she feared him, though he couldn't quite understand why...perhaps she was sleeping with one of the guards, whom Brawn noticed was twitching a little awkwardly. Rolling his eye, Brawn sighed and nodded to her, not saying another word.*

*If Thrawn wasn't going to hurry up with his meeting, perhaps he could speed things up a bit.*

Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:05 am by Mitthib'raw'nuruodo

*Within the slums of Ac'siel, the wounded messenger hobbled into the crappy camp that the former 5th Phalanx commandos had set up for themselves. Clutching his arm, the messenger entered the former commander Rasinkel's tent and stood before him at attention.*

=5th Phalanx Messenger=

Reporting back from meeting Kol Haron sir...

*Rasinkel was sitting behind a half-assed put together desk with his feet put up and his head buried in a news paper. Looking over the top of it, he saw the messenger holding his arm, smirked, and looked back to the news paper, saying.*

=Commander Rasinkel=

Looks like it went better then expected.

*The messenger shift uncomfortably where he stood, saying.*

=5th Phalanx Messenger=

He...he said that...if we don't do as he demands that...that he's going to bring the entire CEDF down on us...

*Rasinkel stopped reading then. He folded up the news paper, stood and slammed the paper down onto his desk. Angered at the news, he got into the messenger's face and demanded.*

=Commander Rasinkel=

You wanna run that by me again boy?

*Nearly pissing in his pants now, the messenger said through shaking lips and twitchy eyes.*

=5th Phalanx Messenger=

He said he'll sell us out to the CEDF if we don't do as he commands, sir...

*Rasinkel turned away from the young messenger then and walked back around to the other side of his desk and leaned over it, setting both hands on its surface. Then, slamming a fist down on the desk, he straightened his posture, set his hands on his hips and began to pace.*

=Commander Rasinkel=

Who the kriff does this guy think he is? Who the kriff is he to try and push us around eh? We kriffing kill people for a living and he thinks he can just come in here and take us over just cause he says so???

*Snapping his attention back on the messenger, he walked back to him and said.*

=Commander Rasinkel=

I want you to set up another meeting with this Kol Haron. And I want you to take 15 men this time. When he shows up, I want him blindfolded, bound, and brought to me. You understand?

*Emphatically shaking his head up and down, the Messenger said.*

=5th Phalanx Messenger=

Yes sir! Right away sir!

*Then rushed out of the tent, still clutching his wounded arm. Rasinkel then sat back down behind his desk and began contemplating his next move.*

Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:37 pm by Mitthib'raw'nuruodo

*Stepping off the tram between cities, Brawn straightened his toga and headed immediately for the Nuruodo embassy and to his office, passing by his Assistant before she could say anything to him.*

Hold all calls. I'm going to take a nap till Aristocra Thrawn arrives. Be sure to message me when he arrives, for I may need him to be held for several minutes.

*The assistant didnt have a chance to say anything before Brawn closed and locked the door behind him. Then, he immediately went to his private room in his office and began changing into Kal Haron, whose armor and get up was hidden behind a secret panel. Closing the panel, Brawn opened the secret exit and headed out of the building, hidden beneath a thick cloak.*

Sat Dec 17, 2011 12:34 am by Mitthib'raw'nuruodo

*As Brawn, now under the guise of Kol Haron, entered the bar, he noticed that it was absolutely deserted. Not a soul to be found...save the shady bartender whom he had never trusted much. Ordering a bottle of beer, figuring it was safer then anything else the man served, and took a seat at the booth he had shot the messenger in before, the maser hole still in the worn wood. Sipping from the foul grain beer, Brawn looked up to find that the messenger was suddenly sitting across from him, his arm in a sling. Grinning under his fake goatee, Brawn looked to the messenger and said.*

I figured they would have gotten a new guy to meet me...not the same dumbass as before. Unless your just that unlucky a fattyú.

=Terrorist Messenger=

Very humorous, Mr. Haron, but quite unnecessary. I have come to make a deal with you, to bring you into our group as, a high standing lieutenant.

Thats not what I told you you stupid fattyú. I told you that I was going to take over your szar lyuk of an organization cause I have my own plans for the betterment of the Ascendancy and you morons couldn't fix it if you had a full tool kit and a picture book instruction pamphlet.

The messenger's eyes narrowed angrily as "Kol Haron" spoke. Once Brawn had finished, the messenger sighed, then shrugged, snapped his fingers and before Brawn knew it, there was a bag over his head and a fist in his stomach.

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