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Post by RandomElf on Jul 10, 2006 18:03:18 GMT -5
Kastor ignored the pointless banter, seeing as how he too kept an extremely low profile and never even heard of a Mandalorian re-gathering before he crashed.
[glow=teal,2,300]"<I will uphold the Mando code, Mand'alor. My death is meaningless as long as the clans are safe. My armor, is being crafted by Hephaestus as we speak.>"[/glow]
Wanting to make an impression as much as possible upon the leader of the Mando'ad, he kept up a resilient and stubborn persona as much as possible.
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Post by SushiKnight on Jul 10, 2006 18:15:13 GMT -5
A'den laughed.
[glow=orange,2,300]<I'd much prefer you to live and have many children to raise as warriors.>[/glow]
A'den nodded in greeting, then brushed pass the warrior and headed for his command tent, Shev'yc still on his shoulders.
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Post by RandomElf on Jul 10, 2006 18:37:15 GMT -5
Kastor looked back as the Mand'alor left. A grin of eagerness crept across his face. This would prove more interesting to the pseudo-Mando than he had originally thought. His smile quickly disappeared, though. The force of fatigue hit him like a brick wall just then, and he nearly fainted had a frigid breeze not cruelly whip him into consciousness again. He scanned the camp for the barracks, and struggled to stand as he dragged his feet to a simple, yet extremely comfortable bunk there. He fell on it, and instantly fell asleep.
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Post by Halcyon on Jul 12, 2006 16:01:07 GMT -5
A Nikto turned his head when A'den walked into the tent.
"<Mandalore, we just got a message from Keiran whose incoming. He says he's finished with his business on Jabiim and has something he thinks you should see.>"
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Post by SushiKnight on Jul 12, 2006 23:57:25 GMT -5
A'den nodded.
[glow=orange,2,300]<Thanks, Grakka, send him in when he gets here.>[/glow]
A'den went about cooking dinner for himself, Shev'yc and Keiran, while waiting for his second-in-command to arrive.
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Post by RandomElf on Jul 13, 2006 21:29:15 GMT -5
Boom. Boom!
"What? What is it?..."
Boom... boom... boom!
Kastor's eyes flew open, and immediately was inflicted a massive headache that caused him to stand up in the bunk he had passed out in for nearly two days. Pulling himself out of the dephs of unconciousness that still dragged at his body, He scanned around the barracks and gathered himself.
"What... what is this place?"
He looked around the building again, and recollected what he thought was a mere dream before.
"Mando'ad... camp... A'den Kal. Hephaestus..."
After a few moments, he finally established that he had wanted to join the Mandalorians here, on this icy waste. But, being preoccupied with remembering why he was there in the first place, a sharp pain unlike his migraine shot up his right arm. And he raised it and saw a cast on it, with dried blood that had stained through. Seeing this, he remembered that he would ought to check in with the medic that first put his arm in this cast, as three (or more, as far as Kastor knew) had passed since he first saw him.
Stumbling towards the door, he was caught off guard by a moderate blast of icy-cold wind and he fell against the door-frame to catch himself. Adjusting himself to the surroundings again, he walked (awkwardly, at best) to where he remembered the infirmary was. Not bothering to announce himself, Kastor clumsily stumbled into the infirmary where he saw Dhagon, again, stockpiling various drugs and medical supplies. Kastor straightened himself, and spoke to Dhagon's back, busy.
"<I believe I have an appointment, Dhagon. If you don't mind, of course.>"
Dhagon finished placing a bacta-container up on a shelf, and turned around to the pseudo-Mando.
"<Very well, let me see how it's healed up. Sit over in the chair again, if you will.">
Kastor complied, and placed the bloodied-casted arm into the glass tube again as Dhagon examined it.
"<Great bantha fodder, the wound opened up again! (sighing) Alright, let me get this casting off and we'll stitch it back up. It should be fine then, so long as you don't start lodging it into ship-turbines or something to that extent.>"
Kastor simply smiled to himself, and stared blankly ahead as Dhagon applied stitching to the wound.
Just several minutes later, Kastor thanked Dhagon and went outside again where he felt no more pain from his arm, and the migraine calming down into a dull thumping. Now, his urge to eat overcame his other senses and he trudged towards the mess hall to satisfy his hunger.
There wasn't much to choose from; some bread, soup and that bitter-tasting caf. But Kastor didn't mind much, and hungrily-wolfed down the food like a krayt dragon that found a pile of bantha corpses.
After his third serving, Kastor had fully regained his energy. Walking outside yet again, he breathed in the icy-cold air. Again, finding himself without any tasks or chores to do, he strolled through the camp until he came by Hep's forge again. Recalling that Hep himself said his armor might be ready in a few day's time. Stepping through the snow up to his door, Kastor knocked on the door and waited for the answer.
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Post by SushiKnight on Jul 17, 2006 23:20:47 GMT -5
Hep looked up from where he was putting the finishing touches on Kastor's beskar'gam.
"<Enter.>"
When the young Mando did, Hep grinned a bit.
"<Just finished. What you think?>"
The smith gestured at the armor laying on the table. Though it was built with modern materials and designed in the same style of armor most of the camp wore, it was garnished with pieces of hide and armor plates from the lizards Kastor had killed, giving it a feral, animalistic look.
"<Gave it a pretty standard load-out. Left gaunt's got a micro-dart launcher. You can outfit it with your choice of toxins or drugs. Right gaunt's got a retractable vibroblade and a flamer. Pack's got enough charges for 'bout a minute of flame-work. You can add more fuel packs if you like.>"
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Elsewhere in the camp, A'den was finishing cooking supper.
[glow=orange,2,300]<Where the hell's Kieran? What's taking him so long?> [/glow] He asked the question of no one in particular. Shev looked up from where he was cleaning his sniper rifle and shruged.
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Post by Halcyon on Jul 18, 2006 13:53:37 GMT -5
Keiran entered the tent in full Mandalorian garb with a human over his shoulder who wore nothing but a plain black body suit.. But this human was unique in that his face mirrored thousands of others. In fact it was a face A'den saw literally dozens of times every day. It was a clone.
[glow=red,2,300]Sorry, I had to make sure he was completely disarmed before I brought him in.[/glow]
He placed the clone on the ground wincing slightly as pain shot through his still sore arm. He was beginning to regret clotheslining the man back on Jabiim.
[glow=red,2,300]I had to give him some narcs to shut him up on the trip back. It should wear off soon, I hope. For some reason I had to give him three times the needed dose for a human and while his physiology may have a factor it's only in part. I think you'll want to hear him when he comes to. It's pretty interesting.[/glow]
As if on cue the clone's eyes began to flutter and before long he was nearly fully alert. He looked around at unfamiliar surroundings studying them and when he spoke his voice sounded nothing like the voice of a normal clone.
Where am I? Who are you?
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Post by SushiKnight on Jul 18, 2006 14:34:19 GMT -5
Shev twisted around to look at the clone, his rifle still cradled in his lap.
A'den looked a mite surpised to see the clone as well, but shrugged and offered Keiran a cup of caf before walking over to the man and crouching down beside him, a rather large knife held loosely in his hand.
[glow=orange,2,300]That's really none of your concern now, is it? I ask the questions here, and if I like them, you get to live.[/glow]
A'den rammed the point of his knife into the clone's shoulder, driving it all the way in up to the hilt. The clone grimaced in pain but didn't scream.
[glow=orange,2,300]Impressive pain tolerance.[/glow]
He twisted the blade sharply. This time, there was a scream.
[glow=orange,2,300]Now you tell me: what are you?[/glow]
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Post by RandomElf on Jul 18, 2006 14:42:24 GMT -5
This armor- his armor, had a distinct beauty that appealed to Vejn almost immediately. He picked the helmet up, which was adorned with the late-lizard's head on the top. It's eyes were lifeless now, but he thought of them as the trophies of his hunt. Un-hesitant, he placed the helmet over his head and stared through the visor at the rest of the suit on the table- his suit.~ After he put the rest of the suit in place, Vejn removed the helmet to speak to Hep."<An extreme piece of work, Hep. Fits nicely too. And, before I forget, you'll have your credits by the time I can repair my ship and travel to Coruscant. How much do I owe you, anyway?>"
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Post by Halcyon on Jul 21, 2006 7:44:56 GMT -5
Keiran took the offered cup of caf and removed his helmet as a stray thought popped into his head. He wondered what the others thought of his glowing red eyes.
He looked down at the clone watching A'den's interrogation.
The clone smiled malaciously around the pain.
You better watch your back fool. I will kill you and your trash when the time comes.
With that he spit at A'den refusing to talk.
Keiran looked at A'den and shrugged nonchalantly. It had pretty much been the same routine onboard the ship.
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Post by SushiKnight on Jul 21, 2006 23:17:30 GMT -5
A'den leaned back on his heels.
[glow=orange,2,300]<What you think, Keiran?>[/glow]
The Manda'lor looked down at the clone again, watching.
[glow=orange,2,300]<Oh, by the way: help yourself, food's in the warmer.>[/glow]
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Hep smiled dispite himself. Kastor was right: It was a good piece of work. Almost as good as the work he'd done for Keiran.
"<Ten thou should be fair. If you want any changes made to the load out, let me know and I'll hook you up.>"
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Post by Halcyon on Jul 24, 2006 12:20:43 GMT -5
Keiran shrugged again.
[glow=red,2,300]<I doubt this whole possession thing but I've seen a lot of strange things in this galaxy.>[/glow]
He looked at the clone.
[glow=red,2,300]<He's no normal clone soldier that's for sure but whatever else he is I couldn't begin to tell you.>[/glow]
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Post by SushiKnight on Jul 24, 2006 16:21:03 GMT -5
A'den looked back down at the clone soldier.
[glow=orange,2,300]Well, if you won't talk, then I have no reason to let you live.[/glow]
A'den brought the blade of his knife down to the throat of the clone, pausing just an instant to see if the prisoner would talk.
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Post by Halcyon on Jul 31, 2006 16:18:23 GMT -5
The clone flinched slightly at the blade's movement.
You can kill me if you'd like, but the time will come when you will meet your end. There is nothing you nor anyone else in the Universe who can stop our plans for domination. There will come a time when your kind will bow before us.
The clone shifted forward to attack A'den.
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Post by MaKk on Aug 1, 2006 11:30:58 GMT -5
A small ship that looked like a jedi starfighter landed roughly on the ground. The cockpit door opened and a man with a mandalorian helmat stepped out. He had a long brown cape attatched to his waist and and blaster to the side of it. The figure closed the door and walked into a small building.
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Post by SushiKnight on Aug 1, 2006 21:36:35 GMT -5
A'den drew the knife swiftly across the clone's throat, killing him quickly. The blood flowed freely, only to be soaked up by the many furs covering the floor.
The Mandalore stood up, wiping the blade off on his pants.
[glow=orange,2,300]Ahem. Well then, dinner?[/glow] He gestured at the meal he'd prepared on the stovetop behind Keiran.
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Outside, the small population of Mando'ade very sensitive to newcomers quickly surrounded the individual with armed weaponry.
Zost, a hard-looking Zabrak with a scarred face stepped forward.
"We don't take kindly to strangers here. Identify your name and clan, and we'll take you to see the Mandalore."
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Post by Halcyon on Aug 2, 2006 14:30:01 GMT -5
Keiran didn't even flinch as the blood splattered everywhere.
His face twisted into a small grin. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. [glow=red,2,300]Do you always eat after you kill? Or is it just coincidence?[/glow]
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Post by SushiKnight on Aug 2, 2006 22:32:34 GMT -5
A'den grinned.
[glow=orange,2,300]Depends on if I'm hungry or not. This time it's coincidence though. I was cooking dinner when you came in.[/glow]
He slid the knife back into its sheath and stepped over the body towards the kitchen taple and started piling food onto three plates.
Shev came over and sat down, digging in to the hearty stew instantly.
A'den sat down as well, determined not to let his culinary skills go to waste.
Between bites, with his fork, he pointed at the empty chair.
[glow=orange,2,300]Sit down, Keiran. Eat. Tell me what else you saw and learned in your travels.[/glow]
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Post by Halcyon on Aug 7, 2006 13:18:03 GMT -5
Keiran shrugged nonchalantly.
[glow=red,2,300]I checked out the area on Jabiim, but as far as I could tell there was nothing else out of the ordinary. Of course the Regency is keeping the area buttoned down pretty tightly. The clones I ran into seemed different more individualized then normal.[/glow]
Keiran shrugged again.
[glow=red,2,300]Of course I'm not a Jedi so I can't tell the truth about this Force spirits, but there is definitely something different about those clones.[/glow]
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