Saffia

Thu Jun 23, 2011 11:03 pm by Jace Stealer

*Mik'ro watched the man with interest as he moved to the Sabaac table with his drink.**At first, he expected the odd Force user to simply play the game. Yes he was drunk, and his actions in the hanger were quite undesirable, but having guards approach you while your intoxicated could have altered the situation in his mind's eye. And Mik'ro didn't know how alcohol and visions through the Force mixed.

He watched a few games go by, and realized that the only way he had a winning streak was because he was cheating. Nobody won that many games in a row. But this was simply another insight into this man. Even when there wasn't any possibility of viewing the situation as a threat to himself, he still used the Force to gain the upper hand. And he was using it to take hard-earned credits from other individuals. That said something about his morals and his view of the Force. Something else then caught his eye. The other gamblers. They were getting restless...**Mik'ro stood from his seat and walked over with his drink. There was one spot left at the table. Just as he got to the table, the 'blind' man scooped up another set of winnings. Mik'ro placed a friendly hand the shoulder of a gambler who was tense and started to rise. Feeling the hand push him back down, he scowled but recognized Mik'ro. A good number of people knew who he was, or at least recognized him as somebody important. A sigh escaped the lips of the gambler across from them as Mik'ro gave them all a friendly grin.*
=Mik'ro=

"Room for one more?"

Tue Jun 28, 2011 7:26 pm by Gabriel Solomon

*Upon hearing the enthusiastic voice I turn to face him. I was eager for more credits and new blood in the game.* "Of course my friend. Here, take a seat... I think I just bankrupted baldy over here." *I said laughing. The man in question was a large bald headed man who stood up angrily and quickly walked out of the bar, cursing as he went.* "I need another drink... you... Aqualish... if you get me a drink I'll forget that hand you just lost to me... *The aqualish grudgingly got up and moved towards the bar. I called back after him* "Make it strong!"
*I laugh again then turn back to the new player.* "Welcome my friend. What's your name... Allow me to deal the hand." *I said as I quickly snatched up the deck before anyone could complain. I shuffle the deck skillfully then proceed with sliding the cards across the table. I slid the man his cards.*

Sun Jul 03, 2011 9:52 pm by Jace Stealer

*Mik'ro didn't even glance to the bald man and the Aqualish as they left the table. He figured the alien was getting the suspicious gambler a drink to simply get away from him for a moment. Couldn't blame him. The drunken Jedi was raking in the credits like nobody's business. Time to see what he could do.* *Mik'ro let the cards slide to him before picking them all up, looking to see what was in his hand. Two sixes, a Commander, and the Demise. Giving him a total of eleven. Not terrible, but he still had a ways to go. While the other players around the table looked at their cards and thought of a strategy, Mik'ro turned to the high-roller of the night.*

=Mik'ro=

"The name's Mik'ro. How bout' you?"

Mon Oct 24, 2011 2:54 pm by Jace Stealer

*Agents of the now retired intelligence agency had begun to trickle in, and would continue to do so for the next two weeks. The facility had been transformed back into a military headquarters for Serreno's special operations instead of just an intelligence station.*

Sun Nov 06, 2011 7:07 pm by Jace Stealer

*With all of the commandos accounted for (aside from the SO platoon off planet with a squadron of their best pilots as support), the base continued to run drills and function as their headquarters while they waited for their next set of orders to come in.*

Sat Nov 12, 2011 7:16 am by Archer/Kestral

*The Shadow's Dawn was on a course for the city spaceport. On the way, Archer and Kestral could see the heavy turbolaser turrets tracking the ship as they flew by.*

Well, looks like they have a good defense here. *Kestral looked back to the screen which told him the space port was only a minutes away now. With Archer at the controls the ship was handling smoothly, he put it into autopilot so it can land on its own.*
Maybe we can find someone who can speak Jawaese, or at least their Trade Language. Trying to communicate with 'tinytoes' back there is driving me nuts..
*The Jawa looked up to Archer and punched him in the leg.* Hey, its not my fault if you cant speak something that we understand. How and when did you get on our ship anyway? *The Jawa just pointed to the port-side airlock while mumbling some Jawaese.* Right, you two shut up for a second, we are landing.

*As the Shadow's Dawn landed into it's assigned berth, the GenoHaraden agents powered down the main engines and locked the navicomputer.
They then changed into their Shadow Armour, Archer's sonar goggles giving off a slight green hue, while Kestral's had a deep read glow.
They also made sure they had their weapons; equipping the rifles to a holster on the back while the pistols were holstered on the left hip, ready to be pulled into the right hand. Ready to leave, they lowered the loading ramp in the middle section of the ship, walking out to be greeted by the dock official.*

*Archer asked the official for directions to the military base, or the current location of Mik'ro.*

Mon Nov 14, 2011 12:20 am by Jace Stealer

*The spaceport guard pointed them into the city, saying that the base was on the west side of town. The spaceport itself was on the east side.*

Mon Nov 14, 2011 4:05 am by Archer/Kestral

Jace Stealer wrote:*The spaceport guard pointed them into the city, saying that the base was on the west side of town. The spaceport itself was on the east side.*

*Giving thanks to the guard, they made their way from the spaceport towards the western end. Along the way, they passed some markets, governmental buildings and various points of interest. As they got closer to the base, they noticed various patrols about the city protecting the local populous. Eventualy they arrived, it had took them no less then a standard hour.

Entering a building resembling what must be the military base headquarters, they approached a single guard behind a desk.*

Excuse me Madam, we are looking for a specific individual named Mik'ro.
*On closer inspection of what could only be described as a receptionist, Archer had a stirring feeling within him start to build up. He thanked the stars that his armor hid what was happening to his body..*

Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:54 am by Jace Stealer

*The attractive receptionist turned to look at the two, flashing them a dazzling smile. She pressed a small button on the desk that would summon Mik'ro if he was in the building.*

=Receptionist=

"Why hello there! You two must be the ones we've been expecting. Give Mik'ro a minute and he'll be down."

*Not but a minute later did a man walk through the front door, walking up to stop next to the two agents and the reception desk. He looked over them briefly before smiling and gesturing to a nearby hallway.*

=Mik'ro=

"You two must be the agents from Tatooine! Welcome to our headquarters. Here, let's head to my office."

*Mik'ro began to lead the two men down the hallways towards his office. He looked to each of them in turn and thought back to the report as he talked.*

=Mik'ro=

"I trust you two had a smooth flight over here? Nobody giving you trouble upon arriving to Serenno?"

Tue Nov 15, 2011 5:45 am by Archer/Kestral

Jace Stealer wrote:*Not but a minute later did a man walk through the front door, walking up to stop next to the two agents and the reception desk. He looked over them briefly before smiling and gesturing to a nearby hallway.*

=Mik'ro=

"You two must be the agents from Tatooine! Welcome to our headquarters. Here, let's head to my office."

*Mik'ro began to lead the two men down the hallways towards his office. He looked to each of them in turn and thought back to the report as he talked.*

=Mik'ro=

"I trust you two had a smooth flight over here? Nobody giving you trouble upon arriving to Serenno?"

None thankfully, although Archer here has a thing for that receptionist back there. *Kestral gave a metallic laugh as his voice came from behind the suit he was wearing, totaly encasing him from outside forces. He then noticed that Archer had stopped and(from what he could tell from his battle-brother's stance) glared at his back, before quickly rejoining the small group.*

Hey, when was the last time we had any, you know.. *At this Kestral could agree with Archer. All this time searching for anything of their dead organisation with nothing to show for it. He had nearly forgotten where and when thy last had any fun, or a nice rest..*

*As the group walked to Mik'ro's office, the Jawa that had made it's home on thier ship had somehow found his way right to them, shouting a quick Uutini! before picking his way to the center of the group matching his small quick steps to that of the three around him.*

How did he get here? *Archer pointed to the Jawa, who just turned to him and waved. Kestral on the other hand said nothing as a grin started to emerge on his face, not that anyone else could see it.* Mik'ro, do you have anyone who can translate or teach us the Jawa trade language? Our small friend here somewhere along the line made his home aboard our ship, and thus we have no idea of what he says at all..

Tue Nov 15, 2011 11:14 pm by Jace Stealer

*Mik'ro smiled slightly at the mention of Archer and the receptionist. I he could imagine two skilled agents who had a lot on their plate having trouble of squeezing time for a woman into their schedule. Maybe Archer will get lucky while they rest up here in Saffia. From behind, he heard a high pitched voice yell out 'Uutini', which caused him to turn his head and notice the small companion before turning back to Kestral.*

=Mik'ro=

"I see that you have picked up a local from Tatooine. As for translation, I do believe we have a spare protocol droid in service that can be directed to you... Here we are."

*MKik'ro opened the door before them and lead them into a well furnished office. Couches, displays of art, a small bar, and a desk with a spectacular view of the city of Saffia behind it. Mik'ro walked over and pulled out a cushioned footrest and placed it by the two chairs in front of the desk for the Jawa to sit on. Walking behind his desk, he took his seat and powered up his personal database terminal.*

=Mik'ro=

"Here we go. Now, I suppose we'll get right down to it. It's our pleasure to have you three here in my establishment. You're welcome to stay as long as you want, and you can come back whenever you feel like it."

*Once his terminal was completely functional, he brought up the report from the Tatooine outpost and scanned over it quickly. He had already read it earlier, but it was always good to check your facts.*

=Mik'ro=

"So... you two are the last of the GenoHaradens? A shame that such things happen. But alas, everything sees an end sooner or later... *He paused as he scrolled down to the list of coordinates.*... Fortunately, I see that you two have a list of hidden facilities and supply caches that need to be checked up on. If you'd like I can send out a team to assist you in obtaining the supplies and securing the bases, so that we can build up your organization once again."

Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:42 am by Archer/Kestral

Thank you Mik'ro. The next planet on our search is Honoghr. *Although the Agents had been there before long ago, they had never known that a GenoHaraden base laid there.*

*The Jawa took the footrest assigned to him, but instead of sitting on it, climbed on it up to the desk, sitting on that facing Mik'ro instead.*

*Archer just looked out of the window.* To be honest, we didnt pick him up when we was on Tattoine, but while we were, where were we Kes? *Archer turned his head towards the other agent.* We didn't pick him up anywhere Arch. While I was looking over the Shadow's Dawn holo-logs on our way here, it turns out he has always been on the ship..
*At this the Jawa just nodded, while still facing Mik'ro.*

Thu Nov 17, 2011 12:25 am by Jace Stealer

*Mik'ro raised an eyebrow ever so slightly as Kestral mention Honoghr on the list. His fingers quickly shifted over the keyboard as he brought up a classified list of forces in that area. He scanned over the list and smiled before turning back to the two.*

=Mik'ro=

"Looks like we are in luck. I've got a Special Operations Platoon stationed there that are due for reassignment, as well as a squadron of fighters. You guys can zip right over there and meet up with them. If there is anything left on Honoghr, they will find it."

*As they mentioned how they came across the Jawa, he quickly typed in a few more commands for the staff to care out.*

=Mik'ro=

"Well, I'll have a protocol droid sent to your ship for temporary translations. I'll have my team whip up a small device that your friend can attach to his robes that will translate his Jawese to Basic for when you return. *At that, he turned to the Jawa.* Speaking of which, what is your name?"

Thu Nov 17, 2011 9:35 am by Archer/Kestral

=Jawa=

M'um m’aloo, Keetio kee Ysas.

Code:: Greetings, I am Keetio.

*The Jawa gave Mik'ro a slight bow, then turned to Archer and Kestral in turn, then bowed to them.*

*The agents and Keetio then turned their attention back to Mik'ro.*Sir we would be honoured to have your men work with us again, We shall depart immediatly. *Kestral then handed Mik'ro a compact micro chip.* Contained in this is our secure comm line, have your men install it and we will have near insetainious communication between us.

*Archer then Removed his helmet with his mask and sonar goggles, revealing a Handsome face, light blue eyes with short spiked up black hair. He brushed the thick stubble that had grown around his mouth and chin, due from not shaving for almost a week. Now without his headgear his voice was gruff but young.* Kes! We are not going anywhere untill I have met that young woman back at reception! Fine! We can stay for a day at the most but after that we must be going. *Kestral slightly paused.* I will be back on the Shadow's Dawn when you are ready to leave.
*Archer then raced out of the room, heading for the young lady that had caught his eye, almost knocking into the protocol droid that Mik'ro had assigned to them.*

*Kestral on the other hand kept his headgear on, shook his head then gave out a small but metalic laugh.*Mik'ro, is it ok if we leave tomorow? The boy needs a bit of fun once in a while.. *He turned around as the sound of a droid entered the room.*

Fri Nov 25, 2011 9:21 am by Jace Stealer

*Knowing a small amount of Jawaese from his time spent on Tatooine years ago, he nodded to Keetio as he bowed.*

=Mik'ro=

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Keetio. I hope you enjoy your brief visit here in Saffia."*He glanced back to Archer and Kestral as they handed him the microchip. Taking it, he plugged it into the terminal he was using and began extracting it's contents.* "And I extend that to you as well. You can stay as long as you wish."

Tue Nov 29, 2011 5:28 pm by Jace Stealer

*Mik'ro was still with Keetio and Kestral when a small priority message appeared on his terminal. While they were occupied with departing the base in the next few minutes, Mik'ro brought up a text based version of the transmission and silently read over it.*

Dark Ghost wrote::: Greetings Mik'ro I am sending a message from Ghost though he is not able to send it personally because of complications. :: *Sounds of Ghost arguing with a girl out back could be heard for a minute before IG-666 closes the doors to the cockpit.* :: We are in need of some help in gathering information on a man named Kravis Treg who has taken control of an old Black Sun base on Contruum Six. We request your help not only because it will be beneficial for your line of work but because it seem Ghost can't seem to agree with his new partner and so some help may be required. I hope you may be able to assist us in our most recent mission and if not well I can only feel sorry for whoever gets in the way of those two. ::

*Mik'ro grinned slightly. He didn't know Ghost that well, but from the interaction they've had before he could tell that the man was a solo operator. Now he's got a partner, and they're causing trouble.*

*Mik'ro brought up a new operation and assigned four agents to head to Contruum Six as soon as their gear was on their backs. With that done, he looked back to their newest allies.*

*The four agents assigned for the mission grabbed the least amount of gear necessary and made their way to the spaceport. From there, they took a shuttle up and out of the atmosphere to the fleet guarding the space lanes...*

Wed Nov 30, 2011 2:23 pm by Archer/Kestral

Jace Stealer wrote:*Knowing a small amount of Jawaese from his time spent on Tatooine years ago, he nodded to Keetio as he bowed.*

=Mik'ro=

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Keetio. I hope you enjoy your brief visit here in Saffia."*He glanced back to Archer and Kestral as they handed him the microchip. Taking it, he plugged it into the terminal he was using and began extracting it's contents.* "And I extend that to you as well. You can stay as long as you wish."

*Keetio started to do a jig around Kestral. The Jawa had not conversed with anyone who knew of his native language for a long time, and now he was overjoyed that Mik'ro of all people could do so. Sure, the man did not have the ability to emit various pheromones needed but still he was overjoyed none-the-less. Kestral nodded to Mik'ro then started to leave, stopping himself as the droid that was promised to them was behind him.* Ah, you must be the translator. Your job will be to to translate Galactic Basic into the Jawa Trade Language and visa-versa. Please come with me and our small friend here to the Shadow's Dawn.

*Keetio started to spew some gibberish out, to which the droid translated.*

=Translator Droid=

HA! Small he says! You just wait until you get back to the ship!

*Keetio glared at Kestral.*

*Saying nothing more then that, the trio then made their way out towards the reception area. Finding Archer and the receptionist nowhere to be found, they then made their way back to the Shadow's Dawn.*

*Around ten minutes earlier, Archer had wriggled himself with his charming looks and gift of the gab to whisk the receptionist away.*

Thu Dec 01, 2011 3:20 pm by Archer/Kestral

*Back at the Shadow's Dawn, Archer and the receptionist were 'negotiating' each other into a sleeping bunk. When they had finished they just lay there, talking.*

*The woman named Jasmine gasped as she noticed innumerable scars all over Archers body..*
=Jasmine=

Oh my, you have scars all over your body! How did you get them, If you don't mind me asking?

Sorry love, but this is a one time thing, you will probably never see me again after this time... *Archer paused momentarily.* But then again, if we come back I will call back for you. *With that he gave her a big grin, to which she gave him a massive slap across the face, before grabbing her things and running for the ship's ramp.*

Fri Dec 02, 2011 6:33 am by Archer/Kestral

*As Kestral, Keetio and the translator droid near the Shadow's Dawn, they notice the receptionist run by them with tears streaming down her face. The Jawa stopped to look as she ran past, then shook his head. As the three walked up the loading ramp of the Starscape-Class yacht, Archer met them.*

Well, I don't think she will be talking to me any-time soon. *He lifted his armpit and took a sniff.* Phwoar! I'm going for a shower.. *With that he ran deeper into the ship.*

*Keetio started to comment, with the droid translating.*

=Translation Droid=

That young man may be having fun now, but in time he must grow up.

Yes Keetio, I agree. Everyone must find their own way in time. Archer just has to find his path.
*Kestral removed his headgear, revealing a gruff looking fellow in his forties. A head full of grey hair cut short and a bushy beard around his chin. He had deep Kestral sighed as he turned and looked at Keetio.*Let me introduce myself now that we have the means to. I am Kestral; GenoHaraden Master Agent. My companion is Archer, my last and only son.

=Translation Droid=

I am Keetio, Last Blood-born of Chieftain Iziz from Tatooine. The Shadow's Dawn is my home, and has been for 48 generations.

*The Jawa pointed around the ship then folded his arms.*

Ah, forgive me and my kin, we had no understanding that this ship was originaly yours, as it was given to myself by one of my teachers. He told me nothing of it's history. Are you able to explain how the GenoHaraden got a hold of this vessel?

=Translation Droid=

I cant explain myself, but this holodisk might be able to.

*Keetio dug into his brown robes and produced a ancient holodisk for Kestral. He took the disk and inserted it into a nearby console activating it.*

*A holovid showed a Jawa clan finding the ship among an asteroid field. Then the vid showed the same clan with their new ship surrounded by other ships. The feed then cut to a lone Jawa, talking with a hooded individual. They then shook hands. As the feed stopped, Keetio continued.*

=Translation Droid=

As you can see, long ago, my clan found the ship while roaming the Unknown Regions. We found it disabled and empty, then as we collected it, many ships appeared. 'The Others' then asked that our clan work with and assist their clan, your clan.. GenoHaraden. *Keetio pointed both to himself and Kestral.* My clan and your clan have been as One for many generations now. We are One.

*Kestral thought on this for just a moment, then started to reply as Archer walked back to the group, clean and freshly dressed.* I now see. Well, let us leave this planet and find the rest of our clan.

*The Shadow's Dawn then powered up, ready to take off from Saffia's Space-port.
With any and all business on the planet taken care of, the StarScape Yacht blasted into the planet's atmosphere.*

Sun Feb 05, 2012 10:08 am by Caedmon Strilath

*A X-83 TwinTail starfighter flew overhead the city toward a military base. As it neared the communications tower asked for clearance and with a light cut throat attitude Caed returned the request for clearance.* :: You should know who this is considering I have been called in specially for the meeting with your top leaders. :: *The officer on the other end stuttered a bit and then mentioned about how he wasn't on the incoming flight roster.* :: Of course I am not on the incoming flight roster, the general felt the need for secrecy. So if you really want to go all the way up the chain to ask him personally, go ahead. Otherwise, I am landing. :: *The officer stammered a bit more then cleared Caedmon to land. Upon landing and popping the cockpit he was met with a pair of officers.* "Welcome to Saffia Headquarters, I will have to ask you to relinquish your weapons or leave them in your ship. Also, here is your clearance card to get you into the meeting. Sorry for wasting your time sir." *The officers saluted and walked off after Caed put his weapons into the ship's small cargo hold.*

*Even as Caed walked toward the building he ahd been pointed to, he heard whispers as troopers saw him walking, his cloak billowing behind him.* "Sithspit, a Mandalorian? What is he doing here?" "I heard he was called in by the General." "Seriously, how bad is it in there?" "Oh man, look at that armor, I wonder if it is real..."
*Caed ignored all the gaping and murmuring as he walked, moving swiftly and efficiently toward the building. After showing his badge he moved into the complex, down halls and through checkpoints to the final door. He could tell that it was sound proofed since he could no hear anything from the other side, even with his helmet's audio sensors turned up. Presenting his badge again he walked into the room, where three men in uniforms were sitting discussing something or other, he did not care.*

*They all looked up at his entrance, somewhat confused as the door closed behind him.* "Hey, who the hell do you thi-" *The general had already began to say but he was cut off as Caed moved swiftly forward, jumped onto the table and launched himself over it toward the general.* *Landing on top of the general he clicked open the built in vibro blade on his right gauntlet, it's deadly metal flashing out. Moving his armored hand down and flicking his wrist he cut the throat of the general in one quick motion.*

*While he was taking care of the general both the police officials had began moving for their weapons, but because they had been sitting behind a desk for so long they were clumsy and slow.* *Caed spun to them and rushed forward.* *One of the officials had gotten his pistol out, the one to his right, who was quickly slashed on the wrist by Caed's wrist blade.**He screamed out in pain as his hand fell to the ground, still attached to the blaster pistol's grip. The other man however was not lucky enough to get cut.**Caed grabbed the man by the throat with his left hand, holding him firmly and lifting him off the ground. Closing his fist, the fully armored gloves of his crushgaunts squeezed the air out of the man's larynx and slowly popped it like a person crushing a balloon. He dropped the lifeless body to the ground, it's lifeless corpse making a sickening thud.*

*The man who was now whimpering and clutching his still bleeding stub of a wrist was backing slowly up toward a corner.*"Wh-why.. Wha-what do you want..." *the police official begged, trying to plead for his life. Caed walked forward slowly, his beskar armor making low thumps on the deck as if the the bell was tolling for him. He stopped in front of the whimpering man, looking down at him through his visor, which the reflective display turned off for a moment to reveal the bright teal HUD lights behind them.* "Your life." *Then Caed proceeded to ball his crushgaunt fist and smash it once into the mans face, breaking his skull instantly with a defining crack. He wiped his fist off on the man's less bloody clothing and turned the reflective visor back on.*

*He exited the room and nodded to the two guards who were outside.* "That conversation is killer, I am stepping out for a few minutes to get some air." *They nodded, not caring or knowing in the least what had just happened.* *He smirked behind his helmet at his own joke, it was worthy of a Corellian's wit.*

*He left the complex and headed back to his fighter and got into it. Nobody cared where he was going, the rumor had already flew that one person, the comm officer, had messed with him once and it ended badly. The fighter lifted up and off, heading out of the area and back to Carannia.*

*The discovery of the what had happened to the general and two police officials would not be for several hours since the meeting had just officially started when Caed had arrived. By then it would be too late since Serenno would be theirs already.*

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