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Post by superkamijoker on Aug 27, 2016 19:09:47 GMT
A familiar tone would chime. Adriav's holo-communicator was getting a call. A flick of the device would reveal a young woman. Odae Mat. Adriav's mandalorian contact. "Hey. How did the meeting go?", the image of Odae would ask. "How the hell do you think it went?!" Adriav snapped Realizing his tone with probably his only friend in this entire system, he took a deep breath of the foul air. "Sorry. Look, Odae, this is serious and I need answers. Can you meet me? A bar, maybe? I don't trust the room Apollo has me set up in."
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 27, 2016 19:21:00 GMT
"How the hell do you think it went?!" Adriav snapped Realizing his tone with probably his only friend in this entire system, he took a deep breath of the foul air. "Sorry. Look, Odae, this is serious and I need answers. Can you meet me? A bar, maybe? I don't trust the room Apollo has me set up in." Odae cocked her head to the side in confusion. Finally, she responsed, "Ummm... Sure. But time is money, Ad. I got work to do tonight. I can make some time right now, but it better be as serious as you say it is."
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Post by superkamijoker on Aug 27, 2016 19:27:15 GMT
Odae cocked her head to the side in confusion. Finally, she responsed, "Ummm... Sure. But time is money, Ad. I got work to do tonight. I can make some time right now, but it better be as serious as you say it is." "Trust me, it is. The Felucian is close by, I'll meet you there shortly." Adriav managed a slight smile, "Thanks again, Odae. Drinks are on you."
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 27, 2016 19:41:46 GMT
"Trust me, it is. The Felucian is close by, I'll meet you there shortly." Adriav managed a slight smile, "Thanks again, Odae. Drinks are on you." "Oh ha ha. Fine. See you there," Odae said as her image dissipated. As the conversation ended, Adriav would feel as if someone was watching him.
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Post by superkamijoker on Aug 27, 2016 19:46:25 GMT
As the conversation ended, Adriav would feel as if someone was watching him. Adriav put away his communicator and cracked his electro whip. He spun around to see who was watching
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 27, 2016 20:04:28 GMT
Adriav put away his communicator and cracked his electro whip. He spun around to see who was watching Adriav would see the hooded figure from earlier in Apollo's Meeting Room standing several feet above him on the steps of Apollo's Palace. Even in the night sky, Adriav could tell that the figure was indeed staring directly at him. And just as soon as he learned this, the figure turned to leave.
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Post by Terranova on Aug 27, 2016 20:25:16 GMT
Cornel gave her an intense look. A look she had not seen on the man... ever. Apollo had succeeded in getting one of the most collected men she'd ever known into a rage. "I have a plan, my dear. It's leaving and re-securing my assets. I suggest you follow suit. That is unless you plan on dying in some foolish game like the rest of these imbeciles!" And without another word, Cornel turned and resumed his departure. Instead of letting him simply walk away, she hurried to his side and kept pace. "And what will you do if all of your assets are compromised? You're a wealthy man, Cornel. I know that very well. But even you don't have the credits to match Apollo." Illya kept her voice even ---Cool. Calm. Calculated. As she were striking a deal. "Logic and reason will be the determining attributes in the coming days. And the more people we have in our corners, the less of a chance we have at losing everything." She slowed down her pace to a stop. "I know this is fresh, but just consider what I'm offering."
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Post by superkamijoker on Aug 27, 2016 20:51:38 GMT
Adriav would see the hooded figure from earlier in Apollo's Meeting Room standing several feet above him on the steps of Apollo's Palace. Even in the night sky, Adriav could tell that the figure was indeed staring directly at him. And just as soon as he learned this, the figure turned to leave. "And just what do you think you're doing?!" Adriav yelled out at the hooded stranger, "Leave, before I teach you some manners!" Adriav gripped whip tightly, the electric hum filling the air. He had enough surprises for one night. And he needed a drink
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 27, 2016 21:15:23 GMT
Instead of letting him simply walk away, she hurried to his side and kept pace. "And what will you do if all of your assets are compromised? You're a wealthy man, Cornel. I know that very well. But even you don't have the credits to match Apollo." Illya kept her voice even ---Cool. Calm. Calculated. As she were striking a deal. "Logic and reason will be the determining attributes in the coming days. And the more people we have in our corners, the less of a chance we have at losing everything." She slowed down her pace to a stop. "I know this is fresh, but just consider what I'm offering." "I will NOT be bullied by some Hutt with a damn skin disease! I simply will NOT have it, do you hear me?" Cornel yelled, pointing his finger first in Apollo's direction, then at Illya. "I am a Count of Serenno and I will not be messed with so easily! I have more than enough allies here on Taris to bring this whole Palace down with one damn holo-call!", Cornel continued. Before Cornel could get another word out, a quiet click could be heard coming from the droid guards inside the cooridor. Cornel would pause for the briefest of seconds to look at the droids next to him that made the sound and he would find that the droids had just become active. "POLICY VIOLATION. SOURCE: COUNT JOSEP CORNEL. POLICY ENFORCEMENT INITIALIZED." The droids along both walls pointed their blasters at Cornel and fired.
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 27, 2016 21:21:05 GMT
"And just what do you think you're doing?!" Adriav yelled out at the hooded stranger, "Leave, before I teach you some manners!" Adriav gripped whip tightly, the electric hum filling the air. He had enough surprises for one night. And he needed a drink Without a word, the hooded figure vanished into the night. Whomever they were, they seemed to no longer have an interest in the Zygerrian. And with that, Adriav was alone again.
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Post by superkamijoker on Aug 27, 2016 23:14:47 GMT
Without a word, the hooded figure vanished into the night. Whomever they were, they seemed to no longer have an interest in the Zygerrian. And with that, Adriav was alone again. Adriav looked around in bewilderment. Who- or better yet, what was that? He thought as he placed his whip back on his belt. He stormed off mumbling to himself. He needed to meet up with Odae as soon as possible. What happened to his mother and brother? Why were he and the others chosen by Apollo for such a ridiculous task? His thoughts were cut short as he reached the end of the walkway and hailed a taxi
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Post by Terranova on Aug 27, 2016 23:28:07 GMT
"I will NOT be bullied by some Hutt with a damn skin disease! I simply will NOT have it, do you hear me?" Cornel yelled, pointing his finger first in Apollo's direction, then at Illya. "I am a Count of Serenno and I will not be messed with so easily! I have more than enough allies here on Taris to bring this whole Palace down with one damn holo-call!", Cornel continued. When Cornel pointed at her, Illya raised her arms in mock surrender. "Look, I've said my..." The click of a blaster and activating droid interrupted her. Her ears were attuned to trouble and with one glance back, she could see that the security droids in the corridor were pointing at Cornel. "POLICY VIOLATION. SOURCE: COUNT JOSEP CORNEL. POLICY ENFORCEMENT INITIALIZED." Illya backed away as quickly as she could, finding a bare spot against the wall between two droids as they fired loud, rapid shots into the small space of the corridor.
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 27, 2016 23:35:13 GMT
Adriav looked around in bewilderment. Who- or better yet, what was that? He thought as he placed his whip back on his belt. He stormed off mumbling to himself. He needed to meet up with Odae as soon as possible. What happened to his mother and brother? Why were he and the others chosen by Apollo for such a ridiculous task? His thoughts were cut short as he reached the end of the walkway and hailed a taxi Within seconds a taxi came around the corner and stopped so the Zygerrian could get in. The driver was a light skinned female, roughly in her 40s or 50s.
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 27, 2016 23:48:57 GMT
Illya backed away as quickly as she could, finding a bare spot against the wall between two droids as they fired loud, rapid shots into the small space of the corridor. Cornel bolted as soon as he realized what was happening, and what he had done. The first blaster bolt tore through his robe and missed him completely. The next three shots hit their target directly in the legs. Cornel nearly fell flat but he held on, running faster than he had ever run in his life. 15 more bolts struck him. He was dead before he even hit the ground. Afterwards, the droids returned to their offline modes.
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Post by superkamijoker on Aug 28, 2016 0:01:40 GMT
Within seconds a taxi came around the corner and stopped so the Zygerrian could get in. The driver was a light skinned female, roughly in her 40s or 50s. Adriav jumps in the taxi and settles in the backseat. He throws a few hundred credits in the front seat, "The Felucian club, on the 700 block" He somewhat slides down in his seat and runs his claws through the fur on top of his head. He exhaled deeply as he gazes out the window, the taxi shuddering as it heads towards it's destination.
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