Darth Jubal
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Post by Darth Jubal on Oct 10, 2015 20:58:22 GMT -6
(Somewhere in deep space....The year: 2387)
A rogue planet, drifting serenely through the blackness of the interstellar void between systems, having been thrown free from its parent star's gravity by the passing of a black hole, was soon to be disturbed. Less than a light-minute away, the very fabric of space-time began to roil, sending out waves of energy that intersected the planet's path. If there had been anyone living on the frozen surface of the planet, they would have been instantly killed by the force of the shock-waves. As it was, the hurtling planet was sent spinning away from its course that would have eventually brought it into the galactic core. Instead, it began a long, slow, many-millennia-long trek that would take it within the gravity well of a young star. Perhaps, after a few million years, life would evolve there.
In the here and now, however, the disturbed area of space-time literally split with a bright white flash, spitting forth a green vessel. Bird-like, the underbelly of the wings painted red, the ship slowed and drifted to a halt as the disturbance that spawned it disappeared as suddenly as it had began. Inside of what would be the bird's head was the vessel's bridge. Seated in the center chair, a tall figure in padded black leather armor scowled at the readings on the navigational console beside him. "Great," he muttered. "I ended up so far away from anywhere the antiquated databanks on this heap could identify, it's ready to just throw up its electronic hands and give up in despair. Blast it..." He raised his green eyes to the ceiling, said louder, "Computer."
"Yes, Darth Jubal?" replied a male, obviously artificially-modulated voice from the speakers implanted in the walls.
"Tie in the navigational databanks to the active long-range scanners. Bring online the new array while you're at it. I'll need to be able to program the navicomputer with the proper figures so I can plot a hyperspace jump somewhere a little more civilized than this," said the man, Darth Jubal. As he waited, he toyed with the long silvery cylinder in his lap: his double-bladed lightsaber. Inside were housed a pair of slivers from the Kaiburr crystal, a Force-strong artifact long shattered in battle between Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker. It was a story he knew well, his own Jedi master having told him of it as a lesson in the difference between wanting and getting.
The whirring of the computer as it went about its task lasted only a minute before reporting that its task was completed. The Delta quadrant? Jubal asked himself. Damn, but I'm way outside most of the spacelanes I got used to last time I was here...what was it the inhabitants of that quaint "Federation" called it, the "Milky Way", I think?...If I'm going to make this trip profitable, I'll have to get back to the Beta quadrant, see what the "Romanians"...no, wait, the Romulans are up to.
With that, he gave the navicomputer the heading he wished, then waited the few moments it took the droid brain to make its calculations. Once they were complete, he fed the coordinates into the console next to him, then pulled down on the lever that activated the hyperdrive he'd had retrofitted into the ship, replacing the much-slower warp drive it once boasted. On the viewscreen, the stars elongated toward him, then entered into the mottled "other" that was hyperspace with a silent bang.
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Darth Jubal
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Post by Darth Jubal on Oct 16, 2015 17:50:26 GMT -6
At the first emergence from hyperspace, Jubal looked at the screens that displayed the information gathered by the scanners. What he saw filled him with consternation. Strange mass readings of objects travelling faster than light, objects that were ship-sized, but massed much less. Indeed, the ships, if that was what they were, massed even less than a single-passenger shuttle. He thought about investigating for a few moments, but decided against it. However, the uncertainty involved did convince him that prudence was necessary. With that in mind, he ordered the computer to engage the ship's cloaking device, rendering it invisible to both scanners and eyes. He also ordered the computer to engage the cloak every time the ship exited from hyperspace until he reached his destination.
Three more stops to reorient and recalculate his course over the next three days later, he found himself in what should have been the Beta Quadrant. However, he did not receive the expected signals on his communications board on their expected frequencies. Brow knit in mild confusion, he set the board to searching across all known bands and frequencies. While he waited, he had the computer also run a scan of the surrounding area to the very limits of the scanners' range. He rose while both scans were running and walked over to the replicator inset on the rear wall of the bridge. "Alderaanian ale, cold," he said to the panel above the replicator's opening. Once the mug had materialized inside the opening, he reached in and brought it to his lips, drinking deep the liquid within. With a satisfied sigh, he sat down again in the command chair, mug still in hand, as he watched the information coming up on the screens.
It seemed that what he'd picked up on his earlier scans was correct. Somehow, the people of this universe had discovered a way to negate mass on both a macro and micro scale. From this, he realized also that his initial thought that he'd returned to the same universe that his ship had originated from was incorrect. This one was wholly new to his experience. He then turned his attention to what was being picked up by his communications board. There, he saw that the messages being transmitted in this sector were not in Basic, nor the textual messages in Aurebesh. He set the computer's universal translator to work as he turned once more to the long-range scans. He found a system just less than a parsec away that would have been deep in the Klingons' territory had he been in the universe he'd thought it was, but he had no clue as to the sociopolitical make-up of this particular universe. He left the cloak activated as he set a course for the system....
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Post by Darth Jubal on Oct 22, 2015 16:32:07 GMT -6
It took some time, but the translator program on his ship's computer eventually managed to translate the transmissions Jubal was receiving into Basic. It identified the central hub of habitation and activity on the planet he was invisibly approaching to be a base for a mercenary company that called themselves "Blue Suns". While he listened to the transmissions, he watched as information on the ships around him were displayed on the tactical screens, intrigued by the "mass-modified rail weapon technology" pointed out by the computer, particularly in the large, nearly Star Destroyer-sized vessel swinging into orbit. It seemed that it had an impressively large projectile launcher that ran down the length of its longest axis. Going by the transmissions he was intercepting, this was an "Asari dreadnought" captured by a crew of "Turian" Blue Suns members. From what few unshielded frequencies he was able to intercept, there was some speculation among the lower-ranking members of the group that it was to be used in some large-scale attack. It was a safe assumption that the shielded and scrambled communications going on would confirm that. Not that Jubal honestly cared...after all, this universe's problems were its own...but he still had his computer already at work unraveling the codes. In the meantime, he thought, this is ideal...
With that, he opened a hailing frequency, mildly surprised to see that this universe used holographic protocols not unlike the ones from his home universe. Pleased with this, he made the connection and was suddenly faced with a hologram of a being that looked like some sort of cross between a large predatorial feline and a horned lizard. He suppressed his visceral reaction as the being growled in a male voice, "What do you want, human? You're a long way from the Systems Alliance out here. Give me one good reason not to find out where you are and shoot you down. Quickly, now!" As the being spoke, Jubal noticed with some interest that the..."Turian's", he supposed it was...mouth was multi-partial, its lower jaw split among three separate sections.
"I wish to acquire weaponry," Jubal replied. "I do not have money, at least not quite what you might consider money, but I do have a cargo that I'm sure you would find interesting. Where I am from, and that is surely not this "Alliance" you speak of, it is considered a marginally-legal drug, one that would assuredly gain much profit for you and your superiors."
The Turian turned away and muted the transmission to speak to someone outside the holographic pickups, nodded, then unmuted the communique to ask, "And just what is this 'drug' you speak of?"
"It is called 'glitterstim'," Jubal answered. "I have enough to set you up a rather lucrative business. It gives the user a euphoric feeling, followed by an expansion of mental clarity. In most users, it also allows for telepathic linkage with most other sentients. All I ask is to trade my cargo for installation of your....'mass effect'...technology in my vessel."
While the Turian was completely alien to Jubal, he could read enough in its expression that it was intrigued by both the offer and the fact that he, Jubal, was unfamiliar with mass effect tech. The Turian nodded, then turned to its screen with consternation on his face. "I don't show you on our scanners," he said. "Just where are you transmitting from?"
With a smile, Jubal said, "Oh, my apologies. I have a cloaking field that renders my ship invisible to both scanners and sight. Here, let me show you." With that, he sent a surge through the Force that flipped the cloaking device's control to the "off" position. Outside the Bird of Prey, surely many vessels' captains were scrambling their crews to battle stations at the sight of the alien ship suddenly appearing in their space. He watched the tactical screen as the Blue Suns' ships arranged themselves to attack position, then opened the communication frequency he was using to a wider range, allowing the other ships around him to see what was going on, then said to the one he was in contact with, "I would suggest that you tell them to stand down. They, and you, have no idea whom it is that you are dealing with." With that, he glanced at the tactical screen again, noticing a nearby asteroid. He stretched his hand toward it, making sure that the holographic pick-ups on his own vessel caught the motion. Through the Force, he 'felt' out the asteroid's position, then firmed his 'grip' on it, using his considerable abilities to cause the asteroid to drift closer to where he and the other ships were facing off. Once directly in front of his ship, he then said, "Computer, fire disruptors and a single quantum torpedo on the asteroid." With that command, the disruptor cannons mounted on the wing-tips of his bird-shaped vessel tracked the floating half-kilometer in diameter rock, then fired several green blasts of energy into it, followed by a bright, nebulously white ball of destruction that impacted and shattered the asteroid into splinters.
He turned his attention back to the hologram, a challenging brow raised. "Well?" he said.
The Turian, with a flurry of inputs into his computer, sent a set of coordinates to Jubal's console, saying, "Dock with the vessel here. They'll welcome you and give you whatever you ask."
Jubal nodded his thanks, then terminated the transmission, smirking to himself. He left unspoken the fact that the asteroid would have, if the Blue Suns had not managed to detect and destroy the asteroid themselves, slammed into the planet's surface not far from their base, in all likelihood destroying it. He entered the coordinates sent to him into the navigation computer, then watched on the viewscreen as his ship approached the cruiser-sized vessel. Taking manual control of his ship, he docked carefully in the Blue Suns ship's bay, landing on the deck. Making sure that his lightsaber hung at his side, he ordered the ship's computer to have the loader droids bring out the glitterstim, then strode down his ship's entrance ramp as it lowered, ducking under the ship's hull at the bottom. As he straightened, he glanced around at the blue-armored guards that filed into the bay, their weapons tucked under their arms, not yet threatening. As one, apparently the leader approached, Jubal said, "I have droids that are unloading my cargo as we speak. As soon as your techs can begin, we'll trade." The leader of the guard detail nodded in his helmet, then motioned a crew of engineers, apparently "Batarians", again going by the transmissions Jubal intercepted, these appearing as humanoid spiders with their multiple eyes and facial features, to enter the ship.
Jovially, the Turian guard then invited Jubal to tour the ship, which Jubal demurely refused, not wishing to leave his ship unattended, particularly here. He used a Mind Trick to quell the guard's suspicions, inclining him toward friendliness. Jubal then re-entered the vessel to supervise the installation of his new weapons tech, the near-mindless loader droids removing half of the cases of glitterstim from the ship's cargo bay and depositing them outside the ship, to the delight of the Turians, who immediately tested the claims he'd made as to the drug's effects. Once work would be completed, he'd deposit the remaining cases onto the deck before departing...
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Post by Alexis and others on Oct 23, 2015 7:42:45 GMT -6
Qwyn/Gwyn Sala
far far away and a good couple of dimensions to the "left" on the planet of Hoth. Two figures sat in meditation hovering in their concentration over the force. Around them 70 plus soldiers and droids laid unmoving around them. Light saber damage lashed across the ground and armor of the clearly armored Imperial forces that had attacked, yet they were at piece. Datacrons glowing with force power circled the two identically shaped cloaked humanoids, like floating Neutrons around their heads. No sound left their mouths and they didn't give off much of any clue to themselves as they meditated.
Before long, a Republic soldier approached ridding on a taun taun and was about to speak when one of the two reacted by drawing on the force and snatching a pair of identical light sabers from their own belts and activated them as they shot like blaster rounds toward the soldier. Stopped in stunned surprise the other lifted their hand just in time toward the oncoming attack and used the force as well as they spoke at the exact same time. Their voices soft, peaceful, and somewhat whimsical in the Dromund Kaas accented ( that remarkably sounds much like British from Earth), feminine tone. "Please forgive my sister. She acts out sometimes a little bit rashly. Now since you have been spared from harm, what message do you bring to us during our Meditation?"
Starring at the blades as they hovered in front of his fast mere centimeters away he looked completely stunned and frightened. But hearing their speaking he wasn't sure it that was meant as he was aimed to be killed or saved, to say the least he wasn't sure what was going on but he replied. "M...Message, Master Jedi's, you..you have a message from a man who claims to be 'someone the stars bend to for safety.' or something to that effect. I...I.. am just an corporal sent to fetch you. May the sabers be moved from my face now, please?" Hearing this both Jedi looked toward him and lowered the hoods on their heads. As they did they both smiled kindly as their gorgeous faces were visible along with the soft shoulder length strawberry red hair as they stood and pulled their hands back. Doing so both sabers retracted their energy blades and settled back under their robes. Then both girls once more spoke at the exact same time. "Return to base, tell your superiors we are on our way." With that said as the man ran away on his Taun Taun the girls looked to one another and shrugged lightly before turning and starting to walk side by side in the same direction.
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Post by kenryo on Oct 23, 2015 8:53:00 GMT -6
(Masik)
From a safe distance, he watched the exchanging happen. Crates were being loaded on, and work was being done to the man's ship. His attention to detail noticed quick demeanor changes in the Turian who had direct contact with the man. "This man seems like an interesting sort..." The Drell watched as the man walked back into his ship. From a distance Masik looked like an other Drell, but the long trench hid the decent sized arsenal he always kept on him. Short of his large sniper which would stick out like a sore thumb. He kept that lovely toy on board his own ship. But the spectre had been traveling alone for sometime, and he had seen a large array of ships in his years... but this one was very unique. And in this society even the "Blue Suns" paid respect and avoided trouble with a spectre. Most Drell weren't given that classification, the only reason he had it is he earned it. Threw bloody mission after bloody mission, although most of these were disputes between mercenary groups. After the end of the Reapers, most planets enjoyed a peace.
But curiosity had gotten the best of him, he simply strolled up to the man's ship. A few of the "testers" of the product motioned for him to stop. The man simply gave them a glare, while their faces didn't give off much sign of emotions they quickly took a step back. "I'm merely saying howdy..." He said as he cracked what a Drell would consider a smile. Walking to the open dock he shouted "Excuse me, a word if you don't mind?" Something told him to approach this ship. Almost as if the man was in a strange way calling his attention. His jacket was wide open at this point, pistols and assault rifle all exposed. To him it was no big deal, almost everyone was armed in some way and no one really hid it around these parts. Some more civilized locations concealing may be necessary but around here, it's the person who hides the weapon you should worry about.
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Darth Jubal
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Post by Darth Jubal on Oct 24, 2015 11:20:31 GMT -6
As the Batarians went about their work, Jubal tapped a security code into the communications band wrapped around his left wrist, instructing the computer to set the security level to "One", locking away all "secure" portions of the vessel from all others save himself, unless he were with them. This also erected an interior force field that, while it didn't impede passage to or from the vessel's entry ramp, it prevented any and all transmissions that may occur. He may have been unfamiliar with the strange objects these aliens called "Omni-Tools", but he didn't put it past them to try and steal technical schematics of his systems. He knew quite well that they would love to get hold of his technology, particularly his cloaking device and replicators, not to mention his hyperdrive, and didn't even need the Force to tell him that. He had a plan for dealing with any recordings made while the workers were there, as well as their own memories of what they saw.
He left them to their work as he heard the voice hailing him from outside, coming to the top of the ramp and looking down at yet another reptilian being. This one had the look of a desert snake mixed with a human. He looked at the being's dark eyes and said, "What can I do for you, friend?"
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Post by kenryo on Oct 24, 2015 12:19:07 GMT -6
(Masik)
He watched carefully as the man approached him, gave him a soft nod as he greeted him. "Well, I noticed your ship was rather unusual. Nothing I've seen in this galaxy, and I've seen just about everything from here." He then made no attempt to hide the fact he was examining the outside of the ship. "Forgive me, my name is Masik I'm a spectre in this galaxy. A bit of a rocket launcher in a diplomats time... Outdated but still with a job to do. Mainly trying to keep everyone safe." He then leaned in closely to whisper to the man. "This includes new comers.... Now I don't say this because I fear you can't take of yourself. But don't let these men convince you that they won't turn at a convenient moment. You and your ship are unique, that makes it valuable. " He then looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening in. "And the Blue Suns are one of the most fickle out of the bunch." He then extended a hand, making sure to slightly twist his wrist to expose the ear piece com device he ment to pass to him. "Perhaps we should arrange a sit down when your business is done."
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Post by Darth Jubal on Oct 27, 2015 22:49:59 GMT -6
Jubal hesitated for a moment, then nodded, taking Masik's hand in his own gloved one, shaking it and palming the earpiece in his turn. He wasn't getting any warnings from the Force about this man, save for a vague sense of misgiving. He could be trusted, at least for now. He had no idea what the being meant by "Spectre", and he didn't think that it had anything to do with ghosts. He let the Force wash gently over Masik, then was surprised to discover that the alien actually meant no harm to him, was apparently genuinely concerned about his safety. Under his breath, he murmured, "I have no intentions of being a target for them. Of that, you can be sure. I have a plan already to deal with any problems they can bring up."
Letting go the alien's hand, keeping the earpiece well-hidden in his palm, he then said aloud, "My thanks for your greeting, Masik. I am called Jubal. I, too, have been known for, shall we say, "aggressive negotiations" at times. I am what is known as a Jedi where I am from. My vessel..." With that, he motioned toward the ship above them, "She is as alien here as I am, that I know, but it is also alien to me, though I've had her long enough to make a few modifications here and there. That's why I'm here, actually. Getting some new weaponry installed. In fact, I should be getting back to the work-crew."
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Post by kenryo on Oct 28, 2015 19:02:16 GMT -6
(Masik)
He listened closely to the man, he gave him no vibes of being an aggressor... but was SO interesting. As he made mention to his ship being alien to him he glanced once more over it. "Interesting, she's a marvel indeed." Jedi.... heh, he thought what's that? "A... Jedi? Based on your calm demeanor and how you carry yourself I think maybe our fields might be closer than we realize in their on respective ways. Either way, it has been an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance. Very rarely do you get respectable and enjoyable conversation around here." Hearing him mention getting back to the work crew, he looked behind him. "New weaponry, and considering your here if you don't have one maybe one of our updated warp cores?" He gave him a final nod before giving the man a chance to respond. "There I go again, my desire to be social holding you up further, come find me when your done. I can verify that they put the warp core in properly. " He then gave a polite nod and turned away. Turning so an observant man would notice he already had the ear piece in.
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Post by Darth Jubal on Oct 29, 2015 14:26:14 GMT -6
Jubal nodded, giving no outward indication he'd noticed the other man's earpiece. "Thanks," he said, "but my own engine core has more than enough power to spare to run the new weapon. I'll let you know, however, if there happens to be anything else I can think of that you could possibly help with." He then began to turn back into his ship, pausing for a moment at the sight of what he assumed was a merchant, going by the wares that the....being had on display. However, the merchant itself was what caught his attention. "By the Force," he muttered. What he was looking at resembled a floating Portuguese man of war-type jellyfish. Floating, that is, in the air. He blinked a few times, shook his head, then went up the ramp into the ship. Suddenly, the ship echoed with the sound of a large piece of machinery was dropped onto the deck. "Sithspawn!" he spat, then yelled up through the hatch, "What the hell are you idiots doing to my ship!"
Closing the hatch behind him, he then tapped into his comlink for the computer to begin to hack into the larger vessel's systems while they were still inside of it, and to drain its databanks dry of any information on the various species of sentience known in this galaxy, as well as any socio-political information he might need. If he were going to spend any more time here, he would need such information. While still out of sight of the crew, he placed the earpiece inside his ear canal. One never knows when an ally is needed, he thought as he went in search of whatever damage the work-crew had caused...
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Post by Darth Jubal on Nov 9, 2015 12:08:33 GMT -6
Jubal stalked through the bowels of his ship, coming upon the work crew installing the new weapon's loading mechanism near the engine room. The crew's leader turned to face him, the Batarian's eyes flashing in anger at having been called an "idiot" earlier. "We dropped a part of the housing for the mass launcher, human. It's made of metal dense enough to take such rough handling, so if you don't get out of our way and let us work, I might be tempted to demonstrate by smacking it on your head."
Jubal raised a brow and looked at the snickering crew, then decided that perhaps another demonstration was in order. These beings seemed to understand little more than force. Therefore, Force was what he was going to show them.
He planted his hands on his hips, spreading the cloak from his body. Reaching out to the Force, he used it to grasp the lightsaber hanging at his belt, unhooking it and causing it to float in the air a meter in front of himself. With a slight flex of his will, he ignited both black blades, the hum of the energy blades loud in the sudden silence that fell in the room, save for the sounds of the warp core softly thudding as it mixed small amounts of matter and antimatter to provide power for the ship's functions and the crew's efforts.
The crew-boss's hand went to the pistol holstered at his waist, eyes narrowing. Jubal, feeling the warning from the Force, reached out a hand and took firm grasp of the lightsaber's hilt. He had slightly underestimated the reaction this species would have to his display, chalking it up to his lack of knowledge about the population of this universe. He'd remedy that soon enough. First, though...
The Batarian's hand swung upward, the pistol in it, in a flash. To most, it would have been a devastatingly fast draw. For Jubal, however, firmly submerged in the flow of the Force, he already had his lightsaber's blade angled into the path that the gun's barrel was pointed before it had finished its arc upward. The Batarian fired his gun, sending a tungsten slug flying at Jubal at high speed. The slug intersected the plasma energy blade and was melted instantly. However, such was the speed that it was travelling, that it passed through the blade, though slowed. Thanks to the fact that it was still molten, and still possessed enough speed that it burned right through Jubal's padded leather armor, causing him to hiss in pain as his flesh was scorched. He pressed his free hand against the wound, surprise on his face. His lightsaber was not dense enough to fully halt high-velocity slugthrowers like the ones this universe seemed to possess. He narrowed his eyes, drawing on the Force again.
Out loud, he said, "So, who is the second-in-command of your little crew here?"
"Him," said the crew chief, chucking his free hand's thumb at one of the other Batarians.
Jubal looked at the being the chief indicated, nodded and said, "Guess what? You're in charge now."
The chief chuckled, then said, "That's cute. You think you can make such a claim. See what claims you can make when you're dead." He pulled the trigger again, only to have the gun explode in his hand. Jubal's last usage of the Force had caused the gun's heat sinks to overload and the safety functions to fail. The Batarian's wound, along with the sheer shock of what had happened, caused him to pass out, bleeding freely on the deck. The rest of the crew, stunned, looked between their leader and Jubal as he extinguished the blade and put it away. He returned their gaze with one that plainly said, "Any one else care to try their luck?" They looked at each other, then silently went back to work, their efforts and speed redoubled, as was their care to avoid damage.
Jubal picked the Batarian boss up from the deck, took him to the ship's sick bay, then set about binding the alien's stump of an arm and staunching the bleeding. He didn't use anything beyond his most basic first-aid techniques, not wishing for more than what was necessary of his technology to leave his ship. He then turned to the ship's computer, inputting the coordinates for the transporter to deposit the crew chief on the deck of the landing bay outside.
While he waited for the transporter's timer to run down, he reached to the Force again, diving into the alien's mind with it and washing away his memories of what he'd seen and worked on inside the ship, but left him with the full and poignant memory of the folly of trying to harm the Grey Jedi.
As the Batarian dematerialized, Jubal then pulled the chest piece of his armor up to expose the wound on his belly. As he thought, it hadn't punctured his flesh. He picked the solidified pieces of tungsten out of his armor and off of where they had cooled against his skin, using the Force to suppress the pain, then slapped a bacta-infused bandage on the burns and rearranged his armor again.
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Post by kenryo on Nov 11, 2015 16:31:36 GMT -6
(Masik)
He had kept the earpiece in, just in case. After getting a short bit away from the ship the two way radio began to play back some of what the Jedi was saying. "Well then" he thought to himself as he turned on his heel and begun to head back. Unfortunately he knew these men, more would probably show up just as retaliation for what he had done to their leader. He remained quiet though, simply walking back and listening in for any signs that it might become urgent. Once he got closer, he could see the man that was "transported" out of his ship. By this point there were several of his friends there already beginning to ready weapons to try and attack the ship. He figured he'd let the Jedi know he's got the outside, so he'd just speak up so he'd hear threw the com device. "Excuse me gents... But considering the state of your friend there... you sure you want to play this game?" At his point several of them turned and one of them pointed an assault rifle in his direction.
He let out a big sigh "Oh, I wish you hadn't..." Then as you would expect from this mercenary rabble they were already blood drunk and looking for a fight. "Don't worry you won't wish for long!" The man said as he readied to pull the trigger. With a sharp thrust of both wrists a pair of pistols shot from his sleeves into both hands. As he did he put one in the man's chest and another in his head. The other went to raise up their weapons but one was met with a well placed shot in the neck dropping him. The other he pushed both hands in the direction of, as he did his biotic power shot up and wrapped the man up. He grunted as he threw his hands in the direction of the ship launching the man into it like a baseball. He hit the side of the ship hard enough to make a loud echoing thud. Pulling him back he released the grip dropping him on top of the other injured men. The man was gasping for air, all the wind was knocked out of him.
Masik walked over to him, and dropped his foot onto the man's chest. "Do you know who I am Turian? If any of your crew raises a weapon at me again I'll eradicate you... Now pick up the two that are still alive and get your ass out of my face..." With that he stepped off, a pistol still in each hand. He didn't want to kill anyone but he wasn't one to give many chances. The turian rolled to his feet, throwing the mutilated man the Jedi had his way with over his shoulder and started to drag the other one away....
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Post by Darth Jubal on Nov 14, 2015 14:42:43 GMT -6
Jubal listened to the fight on the earpiece as he worked on making delicate adjustments to his lightsaber. He'd already expected there to be repercussions for his earlier actions against the mercenaries. Thus, he'd decided that he would need a better defense against the weapons that seemed to be prevalent in this universe. He'd had confidence in his ship's armor, that any attempt by the mercenaries to blast their way in would in fact do more damage to their own vessel than to his. Hacking their way through the locks on the hatch would be equally fruitless, as his computer would warn him of the intrusion long before they could break through even the first level of security.
He closed up the panels on his lightsaber, setting the tools back into their case, putting the case aside in the drawer. Then, standing, he ignited both of the blades. They extended, though somewhat shorter than their full meter-each length. He'd cut down on their length, but left both their width and the amount of energy used to create the blades intact, the net result increasing the density of energy in the blades. It would ensure that he could successfully block any projectiles fired at him, simply evaporating rather than melting them.
He moved back to the bowels of the ship, then watched as the crew packed their equipment away. "Job's finished," the replacement crew chief said, striding up to Jubal. A smirk flitted across the Batarian's face, readable even to someone as strange to their species as Jubal was. Jubal returned the smirk as he let the Force pull the alien's surface thoughts from it's mind. So, he thought to himself. They did manage to install the new weapons system, but left a few of the connections loose. They want to destroy my ship now that they...oh, the clever Sithspawn.
He kept the smile on his face as he first used the Force to fix the connections the crew had intentionally left incomplete. Then, he took firmer hold of the Force as he raised his hands, fingers splayed. After a second of concentration, he let loose a blast of Force Lightning, the green bolts of energy coursing over the six aliens, overloading their omnitools, knocking them unconscious against the bulkhead. Relaxing his hands and lowering his arms to his sides again, he then used the Force to sift through their brains, then wiped clean all memory of what they'd seen and worked on in the ship, actually severing the synapses and nerve endings, killing portions of their minds. He then went over to the nearest comm panel, punching orders into the computer. With a roseate shimmer of energy, the crew dematerialized as they were beamed to separate sections of their home ship.
To the air, he said, "Well, my Spectre friend. It seems I've overstayed my welcome. Perhaps you might have some suggestions of where to go after I've left?" He then ordered the computer to begin preparations for departure.
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Post by kenryo on Nov 23, 2015 19:54:51 GMT -6
(Masik)
He broke out in to hysterical laughter as Jubal stated the obvious. "Well my new friend, I probably have done the same. What do you say you take me along with you? I can show you this galaxy, and people usually give us spectres a wide lane to travel in." He then started rearranging his weapons back onto his person. Looking back around him... "Might I recommend visiting earth? I can show you the coordinates, and help you repair any mess these fools might have made to your ship." He was curious about the man, and quite frankly he was bored... this counted as work right? keeping the galaxy safe from pissing off a man who could take on a squad of mercenaries alone...
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Darth Jubal
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Post by Darth Jubal on Nov 23, 2015 21:00:05 GMT -6
Jubal chuckled softly, then said, "Well, hurry on board. I'll leave the door open for you." With that, he headed down the corridor, pausing to tap out a command on the com panel outside the engineering section for the computer to open the main entry hatch and extend the ramp so that Masik could enter.
Arriving on the bridge, he sat in the command chair and accessed the ship's systems, running them through a diagnostic to see if any damage had, in fact, been done. It came back clean, so he was not concerned about anything the work crew might have done. The engines whined as they warmed up, the main thruster bank at the rear of the ship firing up. He shunted some of the power from the engines to the disruptors, then waited for Masik to get on board...
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