Aldera Spaceport

Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:07 am by Aram Solus

*The spaceport of Aldera was utterly wasted. What had once been a grand structure was now reduced to little more than rubble, and even the piles of blasted duracrete were uncommon compared to the scored pits of craters. Instead of landing at the spaceport, Aram was given coordinates to a large plaza nearby that served as a temporary landing facility.*

*Aram brought his ancient freighter into a landing pattern, double-checking the coordinates as he hovered briefly over the landing area. He noticed it had been cordoned off as a sort of customs area, and the entrances were watched by Mandalorians. There weren't many other ships at all; war had a way of scaring off all but the bravest of travellers. Aram noticed there was a ramshackle shanty town set up in the plaza as well -- probably to serve the same function as a cantina and an inn in a spaceport. Something to give the transport pilots something to do while their ships were loaded.*

*The Scorched Raven set down in the stand-in spaceport, settling with a heavy thunk and a little bit of a groan from the landing struts.*

:: There you go Nuts, we've set down. I'm powering off. How long do you need? ::

:: Bapbeep brank bobap. ::

:: Fine. You can have eight hours. I'll catch some winks and we can lift off then. ::

*Aram headed for his bunk to let the little robotic toolkit fix the ship. Maybe after a nap he would go check out the cantina.*

Thu Nov 03, 2011 8:29 am by Aram Solus

*Unable to sleep, Aram tossed and turned for a while. Had eight hours passed yet? Undoubtedly not. It was going to be a long wait, and waiting on a planet that had just undergone a violent regime change was a little too much for him. It made him nervous, like the air was too tight, if that made any sense. He had a hard time relaxing, and really wanted to be away from Alderaan and on his way to Ossus. Instead of sleep, to pass the time he used the Force to levitate a small box to his hands and began examining the pieces he had gathered and made.*

*It had been tedious, gathering the parts he needed to construct a lightsaber after his had been taken from him when he was exiled. But here they all were, except for the requisite focussing crystals. He had a pair of diatum energy cells, and a rylith crystal that would join them in the hilt with a transparisteel tube that would allow the rylith to absorb sunlight and act as both a backup power supply and a power augmentation to the double-bladed saber he was builing. He had two blade energy channel assemblies put together, and two control matrixes as well. All he needed was two primary crystals and two focussing crystals, which he had hoped to find on Ossus, before his hyperdrive had cut out near Alderaan. Once fixed he would be on his way again.*

Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:04 pm by Arìali Daeven

*Arìali walked along the spaceport of Aldera listening to the Jedi Knight that he had followed from Yavin.
The little boy was relived that Jedi and Sith could not just read his mind at will. That would be embarrassing if they could. He was just a little boy, he couldn't always control his thoughts could he? Or was that why no Jedi Knight had taken him on as an apprentice yet? Was it because he could not control his emotions and thoughts like all of the other kids? Maye all of the other younglings were able to master their emotions and thoughts. Were they able to tap into the Force easily? Arìali sighed as he kept walking along side Mister Resi. He was quiet now. Probably wanted Arì to think about what he had been told. Well he was doing just that, like a good Jedi hopeful. He kicked a greasy bolt that lay in his path and watched it skitter across the metal floors. It was time to start working harder. He had to control his thoughts and emotions before even Resi decided he wasn't worthy to be his apprentice. Then he would get sent off to work somewhere. Someone with basic talents, but not good enough to be a Jedi Knight. Arìali would try harder. He would! Then he would finally become a true Jedi...*

*Arìali gasped as Resi pulled the hopeful Jedi aside*

*Arìali's mind raced as the Jedi Knight told him the story about the two brothers. At first the young boy was confused, he did not understand the story. Then it became much more clear as Resi continued. The brothers were essentially the first groups of Jedi and Sith, Resi explained. There were similarities and differences between the two groups. The fact that they were similar made Arìali shudder. He did not want to be like the Sith at all! They were a horrible group. He did not want to become a slave to his emotions like the Sith were. Trapped in layers of anger and pride. But at the same time.. he didn't like the sound of having no emotions at all. The Jedi, like the one brother, wanted to destroy their emotions. To be sentient meant having emotions. If they had no emotions would they only be hollow shells. To live like droids for the rest of their lives? That wasn't the only danger Arìali saw. From what Resi was saying then Jedi did go over to the Dark Side sometimes. Arìali didn't want that either. Was this the choice that the Jedi made? To like like a mechanical being, or fall to the Dark Side of the Force and die..?*

So mister Resi... the Jedi.. they either lose all of their emotions or they fall to the Dark Side?

Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:01 am by Aram Solus

*Aram was beyond bored. One could only play Pazaak against oneself so many times. So it was that he decided to brave the Mandalorian occupation and venture out into the "spaceport", perhaps find a tavern and get some Juma. It might pass the time. They may even have a dejark board or something to pass the time with.*

:: Nuts, I'm heading off ship for a bit. I have a comlink. Call when she's ready to go. ::

[NPC]:: Breep. ::[/NPC]

*Aram pulled on a flight jacket over his shirt, which was simple in the extreme. His flight jacket was also undecorated, without any patches or identifying marks of any kind. Not that there were any identifying marks to be had. He wore trousers of a colour to match the navy hue of his jacket, and boots that were suitable for walking in. He had a belt, but it was weaponless. Ostensibly it existed for the purpose that belts exist for -- to hold up pants. Dressed like that, Aram left the Scorched Raven.*

*The boarding ramp squealed a little as it lowered to the ground, before settling there with something of a thump. Aram's steps rang on the plank as he walked down it, and looked around. Near where the businesses that would normally have made up a spaceport clustered he saw one that had a tavern sounding name. The Ramshackle Hutt. He started walking towards it, trying not to think about the indications a name like the Ramshackle Hutt might have about the condition of the local cartel.*

[NPC]"Hey there!"[/NPC] *A voice grated as Aram entered the establishment.*[NPC]"Want some drink? Food? Huh?"[/NPC]

*Aram followed the sound of the gravelly voice to see a corpulent Toydarian standing on the bar counter.*IC: "You must be the proprietor?"

[NPC]"Yes, yes. Come in, come in," the fat little winged creature waved Aram into the tavern. "What you want? Delbo get it for you!"[/NPC]

*Aram looked around the inside of the tavern.**In addition to walls that looked like they were about to fall over at any moment, the place was not clean. It wasn't filthy, but it smelled of spilled drink with a very sour smell under everything. The Toydarian's body odour somehow blended to make the smell more revolting. But it was the kind of smell that you got used to after a minute and didn't notice. Aram also noticed there was no one else in the bar.*

IC: "Kinda empty isn't it?"

[NPC]"Mandalorian occupation kills business. Not many travellers want to come to a world they just conquered. You gonna buy something or not?"[/NPC]

IC: "Just give me a glass of Juma,"*Aram said, handing over a credit chip.*

Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:50 am by Aram Solus

*The Juma was a good, fruity drink, and Aram reflected on the positive change that the drink was not intoxicating. During the days of the Old Republic, Juma would have caused him quite a few problems. Dizziness, disorientation, loss of consciousness. Now it just helped pass the time was was pleasing to the taste buds. Even then it was still boring, sitting and waiting for Nuts to fix the hyperdrive.*

IC: "Hey, Delbo, does anyone around here play Pazaak or anything? I'm waiting on my ship to be repaired, and I gotta say, this is boring."

=Delbo=

*The rotund little Toydarian looked offended.* "You try running a bar made of garbage in a spaceport with no travellers during a Mandalorian occupation! Delbo can't even get a decent dancer!"

*Just then the 'door' (if it could be called that) opened, letting light stream into the dingy Ramshackle Hutt. Aram turned, curious to see who would brave the Mandalorian landing pad, or more appropriately, who would brave this establishment. He saw two figures. One, a large Weequay, fairly dwarfed his companion, a slender Twi'lek. The Weequay was male, and he was a hulk. He wore combat armour of a dull grey cast, though Aram could not tell it's origin. On one hip was a blaster pistol, and slung across his back a hilt was visible -- some sort of melee weapon, probably a sword.

The Twi'lek was female. Even with the light behind her, Aram could see her orange skin. She wore the normal clothing for her gender and species, some sort of tight-fitting suit, enough to reveal her figure, but it was less revealing than one might expect from an attractive female Twi'lek. She was not armed, and Aram noticed that her wrists were locked with binders. There was a cord attached to the binders that trailed to the hand of the Weequay.

The Weequay pulled his captive into the Ramshackle Hutt, heading towards the bar. Evidently he had some time to kill too. The seat that the Weequay had his eye on was further into the crusty establishment that Aram's own, and as the Weequay practically dragged his captive past Aram, the young Force Sensitive was shocked to see the captives lips moving.*

=Captive Twi'lek=

*The Twi'lek mouthed the words 'help me' to Aram, a pleading look on her face.*

Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:36 pm by The Admiralty

==5 months before the mando attack==
==resi==

*resi watch the boy struggle through the meaning of the story. eventually, the boy asked a question that showed he understood most, but not all of the story. so resi explained the finer points.*

-resi
that is what most jedi will tell you. however, in the end, neither brother was completely correct. and each pushed the other to the utter extremes of their ideology. no, you do not need to lose all your emotions. however, you must not let them control you. the easiest way to do that is to destroy them, but it is not the only way. some of the greatest jedi in history have been those who were able to balance control and emotion and come fully into balance with the force. remember, the force is a tool. if used without emotion, it is a cold and heartless thing. used without control and it will burn everything it touches. in either case, destruction follows.

Sun Nov 06, 2011 2:08 pm by Aram Solus

*Well, that was a shocking turn of events. Here he was, conveniently minding his own business, when a beautiful Twi'lek comes in, cuffed and roped to an ugly Weequay. Then she asks for help. Of course, it could all be a trick; she could really be a con artist or a thief looking fo ran easy mark. She could be a criminal and the Weequay a legitiamte bounty hunter who has removed a minor evil from the galaxy. Or she could really be in need of help.*

"Only one way to find out..." *Aram muttered as he pushed himself away from the bar and looked in the direction of the Weequay and his prisoner. The Weequay didn't notice, but the Twi'lek did. She shot him another pleading look. Aram too ka deep breath and sauntered over.*

"Hey, I don't suppose you play Pazaak?" *he said to the Weequay.* "This hell hole is seventeen different kinds of boring, and I got two hours left before my ship is fixed enough to leave."

=Weequay Thug=

"Pazaak?" *the Weequay grunted.*"What is Pazaak?"

"Pazaak is a very old game, from the days of the Old Republic," *Aram began.* "Its a predecessor to Sabacc. It's really very simple to play. We can play without a wager first if you like, or if you'd rather put credit on it, we can gamble." *Aram taught the Weequay the rules of Pazaak. To his credit, the Weequay wasn't as slow as he looked, and Aram soon had him playing the game like an old pro.*

"So what brings you to Alderaan?" *Aram asked, thinking he could work out by asking nonchalant questions, the true nature of the Twi'lek woman.*

=Weequay Thug=

"Bounty hunt. Find escaped slave." *The Weequay jabbed a thumb at the Twi'lek girl.* "She was dancer for Hutt boss on Tatooine, but escaped. I find. Mandalorian occupation means laws less strong for freed slaves on Alderaan."

Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:16 am by Aram Solus

*That settled it, and Aram resolved to free the escaped slave once more. He continued to play Pazaak with the Weequay, making small talk and pretending to have an interest in buying the girl.*

"I'll give you fifty thousand for her."

=Weequay Thug=

"Not enough."

"One hundred."

=Weequay Thug=

"Still not enough."

"Two hundred, final offer."

=Weequay Thug=

"Still not enough. She not for sale. Hutt boss be too upset to not have her, and I want to keep my skull."

*So that was it. The thug wasn't a bounty hunter. He was a henchman for a Hutt cartel. That meant that the Hutt wanted this Twi'lek bad. So she probably wasn't just another escaped slave girl, or at least that wasn't all she was. There was more to this situation than Aram could figure, but he pushed ahead anyway, offering the Weequay drinks and losing Pazaak more than he won, to keep the Thug interested. After about two hours, Nuts informed him that the Scorched Raven was fixed and ready to go.*

=Nuts=

:: Vreep deep boop. ::

*The comlink chirped, and Aram got the message.* "My ship is ready. Once more hand before I go?"

=Weequay Thug=

*The thug was a little tipsy, but he nodded and said something slushy sounding.*

*Aram shuffled the deck and dealt out his sidedeck, paying close attention to where his power cards were. As the game began, he exclaimed* "Whats that?" *and pointed over the Weequay's shoulder. The thug fell for the rather juvenile trick and looked over his shoulder, expecting to see something amazing. While he was occupied, Aram slipped a +/-2 Tiebreaker card up his sleeve. When the confused Weequay turned back, he saw Aram sliding the card into hiding in his flight jacket.*

=Weequay Thug=

"Cheat!"*The thug leapt up from his seat, knocking the chair back. He went for his pistol.*

*Aram held up his hands in an attempt to appease the Weequay.* "Hey, sorry! You caught me! I just wanted to earn back some of my cred!" *While his hands were up, Aram gestured at the binders on the Twi'lek's wrists. They fell open. The Twi'lek bolted for the door.*

=Weequay Thug=

*The thug looked confused, his brain slowed down by intoxication. He took two lurching steps after the fleeing Twi'lek, when Aram kicked a chair into his knees. The thug went down in a clatter of wood, smashing the chair and cracking his head against a table, and falling in a limp heap of splintered wood and Weequay.*

*Aram sauntered over to the unconscious Weequay, satisfied that he was still breathing. He collected the Binders from the floor where they had fallen off the Twi'lek and removed the cord from them. Using the cord he knelt and tied the Weequay up, then took his blaster and the sword off his back, as well as the assortment of belts and straps that held all the weapons. He collected his credits off the table and turned to Denbo, the barkeeper.* "Its on his tab." *Aram said, gesturing to the Weequay. With that, Aram left the Ramshackle Hutt.*

Tue Nov 08, 2011 6:31 am by Aram Solus

*Aram caught up the the Twi'lek former slave just outside the run-down establishment.* "Hey, are you alright?" *He said, catching hold of her by the elbow as she was walking away.*

=Twi'lek woman=

"I've been better. Look,"*she said, stopping and turning to face Aram,* "I'm grateful for your help back there, but I really need to get going. The sooner I can hide myself in the chaos the better. There will be more of them coming after me."

"What did you do? You must have pissed that Hutt of something bad for him to have sent that many after you."

=Twi'lek woman=

"I really don't want to talk about it. I really have to go, please?"

"Ok, if you want." *Aram replied. But he knew that if she stayed here more thugs would be along shortly to collect her. If one had found her, and since he wasn't a bounty hunter, he may have called back to Tatooine to report in. Others would show up when he was overdue.* "Listen," *Aram said as the Twi'lek started walking away.* "I'm heading out to the Rim. You're welcome to join me. If they found you once on Alderaan, they'll find you again. Maybe when Weequay in there doesn't come back they'll send more. Or maybe he's smart enough to call for help when he wakes up--"

=Twi'lek woman=

"Call for help? You mean he isn't dead?"

"No. I won't kill an unarmed, unconscious person. Do I look like a cold-blooded monster to you?"

=Twi'lek woman=

"We have to kill him!" *She exclaimed, grabbing for the blaster.* "I he wakes up and calls for help there will be dozens of them!"

*Aram deftly dodged her grab.* "Look, if its that significant a deal, maybe its better to hide in the Rim. I'm heading to Ossus, way out Galactic East. Tatooine is pretty far in the Galactic South. We'd have 3/4 of the galaxy to hide in. They won't find us. We don't have to kill that thug."

=Twi'lek woman=

"You really think that will be enough to dissuade Goffa's henchmen?"

"I do." *So that's the Hutts name, Aram thought.* "Here, this one is mine." *He led the way to his battered Barloz.* "We call her the Scorched Raven.

=Twi'lek woman=

"We?"

"Me and Nuts, the R8 who keeps this bucket of bolts running proper. You'll meet him. But we shouldn't waste any more time. We gotta get going before Weequay wakes up and realizes he paid the tab."

*The boarding ramp was already down, and Aram led the way up and into the cockpit. He seated himself at the controls and primed the engines.*:: Nuts, wanna prime this beast for launch? ::

=Nuts=

:: Breep dobeep ::

*In moments the Raven was lifting off, having been cleared by docking control for such a maneuver. Nuts wheeled up to the cockpit to meet the new passenger.*

"Nuts, this is...uhh...Whats your name?" *Aram asked, suddenly feeling foolish that he didn't even know his passengers name.*

=Twi'lek woman=

"My name is Salisan'oiya, but you may call me Salis."

Sun Nov 13, 2011 2:00 pm by Arìali Daeven

I think I understand mister Resi.. at least a little bit. I'll try to understand it fully one day soon!

*Arìali did understand a bit of it. The boy understood that his emotions could not control him. If Arìali could learn to not let his emotions control him then he could become a true Jedi Knight. It sounded really hard though. Arìali may be a Jedi in training and know a lot more than most little boys his age, but he was still a little boy. He wasn't ashamed of that, well not any more, he learned to accept that in the Jedi Temple. The Masters had taught them that being young was not a weakness. It was a part of growing and learning. Everything that he did now mattered very much. Maybe not to helpless citizens on distant worlds but to themselves. When Arìali grew up he would have learned how to do many things, including have control over his emotions. And that would be one of the most important lessons that he could learn. If mister Resi was correct then a true Jedi learned that lesson early on with all of the rest of his lessons. Arìali would do that. He determined that he did not want to fall to the Dark Side like other Jedi had done in the past. Arìali did not want to be emotionless, but he was going to control himself like a good Jedi Knight should...

Arìali did not know what was in store for him. The young boy knew what he wanted; he wanted to become a Jedi Guardian, a Jedi Knight that was most home on the battlefield. It fit with his Echani ways and heritage. A heritage that the Jedi Masters had told him to never forget or forego, but to meld with his new Jedi upbringing. Arìali did not understand what that meant any more. Echani could read emotions through combat, they used their emotions in combat. It was what warriors did. How was he meant to do something like meld his two heritages together when they were such polar opposites? Maybe he was thinking about it wrong. Mister Resi said that a Jedi could not allow his emotions to control him, but he did not say that he had to give them all up. Maybe he could still use his passion for fighting, his resentment and frustration at the Sith, in battle. He would not allow himself to become angry and let it steal from him his focus and calm. He would do as the Jedi in front of him said and learn to not let those emotions master him. He, Arìali, would be the master...*

*Suddenly, he felt something through the Force. A premonition, a warning. Something was behind him and watching him speak with Resi. The boy whirled around...*
What was that?!?

Sun Nov 13, 2011 4:50 pm by John Whalen

*In a secluded part of the spaceport, not far from where the two Jedi stood conferring with each other, a Twi'lek stumbled and bumped her shoulder into a smooth, durasteel wall. None of the passing people thought anything of it. What was one more stumbling, dirty clothed Twi'lek? This woman was no different from any other of the less fortunate on Alderaan. Not that anyone thought however. People just assumed that the slightly glazed look in her eyes was from from a few too many shots of juma. Others assumed that her dirty appearance and lack of cohesion was just a side effect of a spice problem. If that Twi'lek had lousy coordination then it was her own fault, why should anyone else care enough to pay attention to her. If only they knew what was really wrong. If only they could hear the silent, muted screams for help that rang in her head. This poor woman had not seen her home or family in days. Her place of work had not seen her come in either. A drug or drinking problem would have been welcoming compared to the horrors that were in the green skinned alien's head...

Miles away, in a small hideout, the Mon Calamari that was only known as Darth Torrent saw everything that his slave saw. Her eyes were his, as was the rest of her body. His physical self sat in a deep meditative trance, the Force flowed through him as he directed it. The Force was a tool that was used in many situations, some used it to greater their powers in battle, Torrent delved into the more mysterious and powerful ways that were all but lost to the galaxy. Sith threw themselves into battle needlessly. They ran into the Jedi's lightsabers and impaled themselves. They were foolish, unworthy, unknowing. How could they possibly figure out what Torrent had learned? The Force was indeed a weapon, and he used it now as such. However instead of running out and hurling lightning bolts at the Jedi in the spaceport, he used it to rip the will from the Twi'lek's mind. He made her mind his. He used her body as he would his own, but she was out there and not him. The Jedi could find the Twi'lek, but they would never find out anything from her. She never met Torrent and never conversed with him. Her mind was just weak,and was easy prey for his powers. She would give them nothing!

Through the aliens eyes Darth Torrent saw that one of the Jedi, the small boy, turn and stare in the Twi'lek's direction. That was curious in itself. How had the boy sensed his presence through the Twi'lek and the Jedi Knight had not? Torrent was sure that he was suppressing his focus so that no Jedi could pick up on his use of the Force through that woman. Maybe it was not fine tuned enough to hide from the simple mind of a child. Or, less likely, the boy was very powerful in the Force and did not realize it. Torrent did not like this. If the boy could sense his slaves then he could find him! Torrent would have to lay low, that or kill the boy somehow. He was sure it was possible, even if the boy was powerful in the Force, he was still just a child. He could not possibly know how to control all of that power yet. It would be simple to kill the child, the only danger here obviously was the Jedi Knight. Torrent smiled and pulled his presence back, out of the Twi'lek. Not gently, or carefully. He tore his presence from her, knowing the woman would fall to the ground in pain. Torrent wished he could feel the pain from here. He did love to feel it's resonance through the Force. Perhaps once he returned to his home of Dac, he would put the ruling members of the Mon Calamari council under his spell... then he would rule the planet. His first step to galactic conquest!!!!*

Mon Nov 14, 2011 9:03 am by The Admiralty

==resi==
*without bothering to turn around, resi extends his force sight out in the direction aria was looking. at the far range of his 'resting' vision was a single lifeform that stood out, while the base was untainted it was wrapped in this coils of darkness like chains, reseeding out of sight into the distance. turning around, resi watched the chains rip free from the twi'lek, causing a sharp spike of pain and causing her to collapse to the ground. making a mental note of the direction the chains came from, resi heads over toward the girl.*

-resi
quickly now, boy. check her vitals.

*standing over the woman as he says the last line, he focuses on the direction the chains fled. focusing every bit of his force aided sight in that direction, he mentally chased the chains. while doing so, he would be blind to anything from any other direction, but it would extend the range of his sight considerable. finally catching site of the chains, he selected one of the 'threads' he had spent long hours preparing, this one of hours of obsession over a single subject, and attached it to the chains. the sith would draw in the thread and it would attach to them. then all resi would have to do is keep following the thread until he found the sith, and then kill them. he had done this many times and the hardest part was always forging new threads, each of which would take hours to create and leave him drained for some time, and each of which could only be used once. relaxing his sight, he allows awareness of his surroundings to flow back into place.*

-resi
well, i would call this a successful day. i have a trace on the sith. now all we have to do is follow it to them, and end this. how is the woman?

Sun Nov 20, 2011 8:28 am by Arìali Daeven

*Arìali's first concern dad been the woman that had collapsed. The little boy had known right away that there was something wrong with her when she had fallen, something more that met the eye. Was it instinct that had alerted the woman and that she was ailed by something dark and mysterious? Or was he finally starting to tap into the Force naturally without having an emotional outburst? Despite the serious and dire situation that Resi and he was in, Arìali could not help but feel elated and excited. He usually could not use the Force unless one of the Masters connected with him and allowed him to touch the Force through him. Perhaps being offworld and being out on a mission with Resi was already starting to have effect on him? This was a good thing, he was finally moving down the path of the Jedi. Arì just needed to focus and continue to go on like this and he would become a Jedi Knight when he was older. But first thing was first, he needed to complete this mission with Resi before anything else could happen. Once Resi and him were finished here Resi could possibly take him as an apprentice, or recommend him to another Jedi...

The Twi'lek lay very still, she looked a little off colour too from he could tell. After a few minutes of checking however and Arìali found to his delight that she was still alive. The Jedi in training knew where to find the pulse on a lot of aliens and he found the woman's heartbeat in moments. Once that shock had worn off Arìali could see that she was breathing, slowly and shallow, but she was breathing! Whatever had been wrong with the woman had not left her permanently harmed. He did note sadly that her face was screwed up in pain, whatever it was that happened had hurt her badly. Arìali could not understand what would have hurt the woman like this, he could not even see any signs of damage on her. There was no blood, no cuts or bruises on her skin that he could see. Granted she was wearing clothing and he could.. not.. really check anywhere else. That wasn't right. Arìali could feel the heat creep up his face before he shook his head and got control of himself. This was not the time to be embarrassed, this was the time to keep up with his mission with Resi...*

Mister Resi, the woman seems to be okay. She is hurt pretty badly, but I think she won't be harmed for long. I don't understand.. what happened here??

Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:16 pm by The Admiralty

==resi==
*sitting down heavily beside the boy, the anzat lets out a puff of breath, the only outward sign of the immense fatigue that was flooding into his system. focusing his sight was a daunting task, especially with the distance that he pulled this time. resi almost hadn't been able to sink the thread quickly enough. luckily the woman was apparently going to be fine, for what that was worth. taking a moment to regain his breath, resi turns to his new found padawan. even if the boy didn't realize it yet, resi was certain that he would train the boy. the boy had managed to sneak onto resi's ship without being noticed, no small feat in and of itself, and seemed to be keeping his cool, also he boy had a knack for asking the right questions.*

-resi
what happened is that you had your first brush with our target. the target was remote controlling the woman, psychic puppetry so to speak. i doubt that she will suffer physical damage from the encounter, mental damage is another question entirely.

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