The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)
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				Title: <strong>The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>11-08-2015, 06:30:19</strong>
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				Even more than forty years after the invasion of Alderaan and the signing of the treaty of Courscant, Jurrano City still had not recovered.&nbsp; &nbsp;Was was once an architectural marvel a city carved into the Juran Mountains laid more have rumble and ruins, with clashing if functional support buildings decorating the rise to the Juran mountains.&nbsp; &nbsp;However like many best intentions, what was meant as "temporary" after years of neglect and lack of funding, worse, lack of support and drive, became permanent.&nbsp; &nbsp;So what was once beacon of Alderaan culture and and advancement, the summer palace to House Panteer itself, had become near a slum, a place where the broken, the destitute,&nbsp; the unknown of Alderaan gather.<br><br>It was here that Octavian Valadius, Lord of the Sith, found himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was in this now monument of chaos and misery that his&nbsp; mission took him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Darth Imperius had set him to this task, a rumor of late in the chaos that was the civil war on Alderaan of survivor of the House Panteer blood, an heir to the throne of Alderaan, not merely a pretender like House Ulgo.&nbsp; &nbsp;While Ulgo and their puppet supporters had allowed an Imperial presence back on Alderaan, it was clear that their actions, nor that of the Imperial forces present upon the planet, were furthering the Imperial cause.&nbsp; &nbsp;Alderaan, one of the core planets and a cornerstone in the political landscape, had been neutral since the war, but it was dangerously close to throwing its support once more behind the Republic.<br><br>If that happened, other core worlds that only paid a token support and acknowledgement to the Republic would follow.&nbsp; &nbsp;Corellia, Balmora, Alskan, Manaan, Ord Mandell and others would put there full weight behind the Republic defense.&nbsp; &nbsp;At this stage during this peace that had been established, The Empire had a slight edge in resources and logistics.&nbsp; &nbsp;That would all change if the Empire lost its political footholds in those worlds, and what would be worse, perhaps spread a fire of righteous defiance all the way out to the Outer Rim.&nbsp; &nbsp;That edge would be gone, and both Octavian and Darth Imperius had seen the end result.&nbsp; &nbsp;No matter how powerful the Emperor, how dedicated and skilled its military was, the simple numbers and strategic disadvantage that defeat would only be a forgone conclusion.<br><br>Then there was the fact that the Imperial military could not be trusted or dedicated.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even in the light of what would be a superior and relentless enemy bent on righteous vindication, the Empire would be factious and disorganized.&nbsp; &nbsp; Rife with internal politics and hidden agendas, Imperial Forces would fall to infighting, betray one another, and that truly would be the end.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Empire stood on a crisis point right now, and only a very small few, Darth Imperious, Darth Marr, and of course Octavian knew how critical and important, which was why Octavian was here.&nbsp; &nbsp; House Ulgo and Thul needed to be eliminated, and the heir to House Panteer found, and with that rally point, Octavian must rally other Houses, many of them against the Empire, and unify Alderaan and bring back stability and peace, and do so before the Republic.<br><br>Strangely enough, Octavian was perhaps the most suited person for this task.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like his Mistress, Octavian did not believe pure and blind adherence to the Sith Code was in the best interest of the Empire.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rage and Power all all good, but without purpose, without thought, clarity and direction, they were worthless, mere instruments of Chaos waiting to be unleashed to lash out and destroy everything about them, even achievements that took years or decades to accomplish.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even blind ambition was nothing more than a destructive influence, and not one that served the Empire, not when it destroyed it from within.&nbsp; &nbsp;Honor and commitment, even sacrifice, were not dated or useless traits, and for the Empire to succeed, nay even for it to survive, they needed that present in more than a mere handful of Sith and Imperial officers.<br><br>Octavian believed.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Force was his ally, the Darkside was not the means to victory, merely a tool to use when the end justified the means, and even then only after careful thought and consideration.&nbsp; &nbsp;Many if they truly knew would believe Lord Octavian to be a heretic, a traitor to the Empire, one that was unfit and weak because of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;If he was weak, then it was a sad testament to the skill and drive to those that have challenged him over the years, for they were either dead or broken, ruined beyond recovery, and Octavian was here, the right hand to a member of the Dark Council, and a Lord of the Sith in his own right.&nbsp; &nbsp;Where others failed, he succeeded.&nbsp; &nbsp;Such he had done on countless other planets, other missions, and he would do the same here.<br><br>Octavian looked about and then he felt a ripple in the Force, two ripples.&nbsp; &nbsp;Very small, very faint.&nbsp; &nbsp;If he had been seeped more in the Darkside, he likely would not have detected it at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;They were not near by, but not too far either, perhaps three hundred or more meters inside the shanty town on the outskirts of the ruins.&nbsp; &nbsp;What would a Force wielder be out here, in all places.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was an oddity, something out of place, and that proved to be far more interesting to Octavian than anything since he had first set foot back upon the planet of his birth.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian trusted his instincts, trusted his gut, and above all, he trusted in the Force.&nbsp; &nbsp;He set out in their direction, curiosity peeked, but so his caution.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did not survive as long as he did in the Empire by being lax either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>11-08-2015, 08:44:29</strong>
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				Her beautiful home, what had become of it? though there was not much of it when she was born. There had always been something, the treaty had long been signed before her birth 20 years after, but there were so many ruins and places that were so run down it was heart breaking to see. She had studied&nbsp; pictures and holo videos of how her home planet had been and&nbsp; could weep to see how it was now.&nbsp; <br><br>Marina was the youngest member of the Panteer house and the only one left, her mother had died in a shuttle accident and her older brother had been assassinated, this left her, so why did she not take the throne immediately? Well Marina had been kept a secret, it was never thought that her mother and brother would both be killed in such a short space of time, the never intended for her to take the throne, but that didn't mean she hadn't been prepared. <br><br>There had been rumours when she was born that there was another heir, but her mother played it down and everyone that did know about her existence was sworn to secrecy, Marina was swept away to somewhere private where she was brought up, learning several arts of not only those needed to be a Princess but also how to protect herself, after much begging on her part. She was far from a meek Princess.&nbsp; <br><br>When her brother had been murdered quickly Marina was taken away and hidden in a quiet part of the city, it wouldn't be long before records of her existence were found at the palace&nbsp; and a search was put out for this missing Panteer, there were many rumours, things she heard from her servants, she wasn't sure if she could trust them anymore with everything happening in the city and House Ulgo taking her place on the throne and offering up some sort of reward for information or herself in person.&nbsp; She was lucky they didn't have any idea what she looked like, unfortunatly for her, she looked like her mother and had the same colourings as her brother, black hair, fair skin and distinctive icy blue eyes, though she wasn't as cold as it may appear! <br><br>In her hiding place on the outskirts not far from the ruins of the summer palace she heard talking. She didn't know what roused her awake but slowly creeping she moved to spy on those talking, standing through a door near to where the people were talking. There she knew it, it was one of her servants and a couple of Ulgo guards. She cursed under her breath, there was nothing else for it, she was going to have to run, and see how she got on herself. <br><br>She as quickly and quietly as she could dressed and grabbed her blaster, yes hers, her long black hair was tied up in a braid to keep out of the way, she grabbed a bag of credits and then cast her eyes over her other things, her momentos she would have to leave them. Hearing footsteps she quickly moved to the window in her room and looked out, they were staying in some of the ruins and so without a backwards glance she was out of the ruined window and running. It was a ground floor window so no daring jumps today! <br><br>Her mind and body were on alert, she heard shouts behind her and a small glance told her she had been seen. This was not going to be easy for her. Not that she really knew it but Marina was force sensitive&nbsp; her whole body being on alert&nbsp; helped to switch on her senses she just thought she was good she didn't know she was tapping into her abilities. She started to run through the ruins, jumping without thinking and&nbsp; turning just before shots were fired in her direction.&nbsp; The Princess was on the run and her would be captors were closing the gap.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>12-08-2015, 09:37:03</strong>
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				The only positive thing since landing to Octavian seemed that the residents instinctively knew who, or what he was.&nbsp; &nbsp;They moved to get out of his way, and did their best to fade into the background or the stone when his gaze fell upon him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course he was not attired as the others here, and he did not look like he had missed too many meals and his clothing was one step away from the incinerator.&nbsp; &nbsp;No, his black durasteel armor with silver trim upon the edges stood out, as if they were newly manufactured instead of having served him for numerous missions against several foes.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was in fact a subtle testament to his skill and abilities that it did look as it did.&nbsp; &nbsp;I meant that few if any managed to get their weapons even close to him.<br><br>Octavian was in the middle of what could be called the marketplace of this now wretched town when he heard the distinct metallic, high pitched report of blaster fire.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nothing else in the galaxy sounded like it, much like a heavy hammer with a round head striking hard at a durasteel plate.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was the sound of the tabana gas under pressure finally being released in the chamber and converted to the heated energy bolt the minute it was directed through the barrel of the weapon.&nbsp; Such energy could not be contained, and as such much of the wasted energy was converted to audio vibrations.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was why there was no such thing as a silenced blaster, as that sound could not be contained and was distinct.<br><br>Octavian did not hesitate and he leaped in the direction of where the blaster reports were coming from.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was in the same direction of his Force wielder and that could not be a coincidence in his mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact he felt the jumps and rises of the Force, impulse spikes that were near as distinctive as the blaster fire.&nbsp; It meant that the wielder was drawing upon the Force.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian smiled.&nbsp; &nbsp;It mean that he could finally find something to lash out and attack.&nbsp; That part of his nature was still bright and hot in his veins.&nbsp; &nbsp; He drew upon the Force itself to increase his speed and raced towards the developing danger.<br><br>Only a mere three seconds later he happened upon the scene.&nbsp; &nbsp;He stopped and took it in as he noticed four people dressed as the residents in this town trying to take down a woman who was fantastically leaping from one ruined wall to another in an effort to escape.&nbsp; &nbsp;The clothing was a near match to the people in this hovel, but one look at the men told Octavian that they were no such creatures.&nbsp; &nbsp;Their weapons were top of the line blaster carbines and heavy blaster pistols, BlasTech by he quick look upon them, and worth more than everything in this ruined town.&nbsp; &nbsp;No, these men here were covert operatives, and the only reason to expose themselves was as if they had their target at hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was only one objective in this location worth such subterfuge.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The Panteer heir.<br><br>It could be his objective, or they could be mistaken an fired on someone else.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian could not take that chance.&nbsp; &nbsp;He needed this person alive.&nbsp; &nbsp; Octavian's lightsaber thrummed on, the distinct "snap hiss" and the hum of the blade also unique and a sound that any combat trained operative would recognize and cue in on as a sound of a high threat target.&nbsp; &nbsp;These men were well trained and at the sound of his black blade outlined in purple corona of power and trained their weapons upon him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian's let his smile grow.&nbsp; &nbsp;Trained, but not very competent at they hesitated at the sight of him.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a mistake that they would regret.<br><br>Unlike most Sith, Octavian did not cry out as he engaged combat.&nbsp; &nbsp;He thought silence was a far more effective tool to intimidate and make his opponent blood course with fear.&nbsp; &nbsp;He felt it now as he leaped out, drawing upon the force, and gathering his own fury at the sight of them firing on a fleeing person, upon their fear at seeing him, recognizing the threat he was, and the fact they were likely about to perish in the next few moments.&nbsp; &nbsp;He gathered all of that into a single burst of telekinetic fury and directed it right at the ground as he landed.&nbsp; &nbsp;The shock wave from that action lashed out, catching each of the men and tossing them at least ten meters away from Octavian, having them land awkwardly, and vulnerable.<br><br>Octavian was still smiling his vicious smile as he reached down and ignited a second lightsaber, this one a stark contrast to the first with its amber blade a beacon of light in direct opposite to the empty black void that was his other blade, though this amber shaft of light was surrounded in an ebony energy corona.&nbsp; &nbsp;He crossed his blades, and rushed the first man that was about to get upon his feet.&nbsp; &nbsp;The fight was joined, and while history did not know it, the future on Alderaan, of the Sith Empire, was riding upon the outcome of this fight. 
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				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>12-08-2015, 15:16:53</strong>
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				She had no idea how she was going to get out of this mess, or where she was going to go, when she jumped up onto the walls and was running and jumping between the ruins she thought it was only time before one to the Ulgo guards got lucky and got a shot to her. She was "lucky" though. She was not aware that she was like a beacon at the moment for those that had force ability she didn't know that this is what she was calling upon when she was able to jump up onto these walls and go faster then normal, though not as fast as someone properly trained. <br><br>Leaping from one of the walls she did a forward tumble in the air and landed gracefully on the floor, not being to cocky she thought she was rather good at that and her confidence swelled. However she suddenly noticed that she could no longer hear shots being fired in her direction. <br><br>She though that was strange and slowly taking the blaster from her holder she moved from her safe position from behind the wall and came upon a strange scene. She didn't think someone would come to her aid, considering everyone else had suddenly disappeared in the streets, everyone had, had enough of fighting and war and the presence of the strange man in the street sent them all scuttling away apart from herself and the guards. <br><br>She took a moment to look over him a strange feeling came over her, there was something about this man that was familiar, she took in his clothes and apperance and then the lightsaber in his hand and she gasped. No wonder everyone was running, this was no Jedi. <br><br>Was he here to help her or did he want to take her for his own reward? <br><br>She didn't know what to do, what happened in front of her didn't seem real, she had never fully seen a Jedi or Sith in full action and she was in awe of what she did see even if a little afraid, she should be running, fleeing, but she couldn't seem to get her feet to move determined to continue watching what was going on. As the man rushed the first guard that dared to get up she raised her blaster, letting her instinct guide her she shot another that was daring to get up ad being a good shot she managed to wound if not kill the guard. <br><br>The Man didn't seem to need any help though taking out the guards and casting a casual flick around and one final glance at the strange man she turned and fled. She decided that she needed to go into hiding and fast. If this new person was helping her or not he would have to come and find her first. <br><br>Down past the ruins and into a dark ally where her black jumpsuit would help her blend in she was going to wait and see if time would help her, she would need it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>12-08-2015, 18:16:21</strong>
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				The skill of the assassins soon became clear and they were not anywhere near the match of a Sith Lord in the height of his strength and power.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was like noisome whomrats in an enclosed space with a Nexru Ravager.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Ulgo soldiers were mere toys, less, to Octavian, and far from a threat to him.&nbsp; &nbsp; The first one did not even have time to scream before Octavian cut him down with two swift strikes.&nbsp; &nbsp;He used the strikes to turn himself so his ligtsabers where on each side of him to deflect the blaster fire that was coming from the two men.&nbsp; &nbsp; He did not have time to to angle his blades to deflect the bolts right back at the men, merely have them ricochet harmlessly away.&nbsp; <br><br>Octavian was about to work his way to the man on the right when a blaster shot out of nowhere struck him and put him to the ground.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavia snapped his head quickly to the side and saw the person that the soldiers chased, with a pistol in hand, and the hood of her cloak was down, giving Octavian a look at a stunningly beautiful face with long ebony hair, sun kissed skin, and piercing blue eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp; He nearly dropped his blades in shock.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever scene, and there was a fierceness and fire in her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She could have continued to run, but she did not.&nbsp; She stayed, and gave back to her captors.<br><br>This gave Octavian an opening to exploit.&nbsp; &nbsp;He turned to his left and extended his left hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;With an effort of will and drawing upon the Force, he sent a telekinetic wave at the man.&nbsp; &nbsp;It picked the Ulgo soldier up and slammed him hard against the wall of a building, hard enough to crack his head and slump down to the ground.&nbsp; &nbsp;This left only one remaining soldier.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had decided upon the better part of valor, or was already a coward, and started to flee.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did not get far as Octavian threw the lightsaber in his right hand at the fleeing form.&nbsp; &nbsp;It cut right into the man's spine, severing it and killing him, taking care of the last man.<br><br>Octavian looked up from the death and destruction he wrought and cast his eyes about for the woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was nowhere to be found.&nbsp; &nbsp;She did not stay long it seemed.&nbsp; &nbsp;If she was the heir to House Panteer, then it was understandable.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would not know if Octavian was an ally, or yet another in a long list of enemies that desired her death.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would not stay about to face a Sith, especially one that managed to take out four armed soldiers, despite their competency.&nbsp; &nbsp;No, she would run, and if she was the Force wielder he sensed, she could be a fair clip away from this location.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian frowned as he deactivated his blades and secured them to his belt.&nbsp; &nbsp;No one had said that this task would be quick or simple.&nbsp; &nbsp;He headed of in the direction of where he last saw the woman to look for possible leads on where she went.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was still a task he needed to complete, for the survival of the Empire he had too.<br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br>All was quiet about Marina.&nbsp; For the moment there was no indication that he was being followed, but it was clear that she could no longer stay in Jurrano.&nbsp; &nbsp;That presented her with a difficult obstacle as any public transportation was surely being watched.&nbsp; &nbsp;Attempting to utilize it would put her at risk, extreme risk in fact.&nbsp; &nbsp; If she could not find a way to sneak onto any transportation undetected.&nbsp; &nbsp;If not the tram, then she would have to find a vehicle here to use, and that came with its own set of risks as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Before anything else could be thought of, there was a sound, the scraping of leather, coming from the alleyway.&nbsp; With the sound, a sensation came over Marina, similar to what she felt with the man that attacked the men, but different.&nbsp; &nbsp;This presence was calmer, more settled in her mind than what was with the man.&nbsp; &nbsp;A few heartbeats pass, and a shape, slender, of medium height, lithe build, stepped into the alleyway.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lack of light did not present any other details, but a female voice sounded out in a loud whisper as the shape moved closer towards Marina's location.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Princess?&nbsp; &nbsp;Princess Marina Panteer?&nbsp; &nbsp;I am Elena Novia, Jedi Knight, please, if you are here show yourself.&nbsp; You are in grave danger."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>12-08-2015, 19:55:31</strong>
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				She wondered if she could melt into her surroundings, she just needed time to think, time to plan, she had credits, it might have got her somewhere, but travel would be hard she was too&nbsp; noticeable and probably more so after that little involvement. Even if no one came to help her the shadows and the people would be talking about her, the strange woman who looked remarkably like their former Queen. <br><br>Just when she thought she could move she heard the sound of a shoe or something similar coming to her hiding place and she took a breath in. She had been found, her hand slipped to her blaster, her hand curling around the handle she would go down fighting if she had to, she must. She was not a coward. <br><br>Then a voice spoke, she felt the more calm presence surround her, very much like the sense she got from the man, the one who she couldn't take her eyes off when he was fighting. This one was not chaotic though, it made her feel calm, it did not make her release her grip from her blaster however, that would have been stupid. <br><br>"Speaking that name in these parts is bound to get you maimed or killed Madam Jedi... I am sure you do not wish for more carnage to rain upon this city. " She answered a harsh whisper of her own, using her free hand she adjusted the cloak around her and slowly tentatively moved forward.&nbsp; She did not know if she could get out of the alley, she did not know if she could trust the Jedi, if that is what she said she was.&nbsp; Marina needed to be very cautious, all her senses were on alert, her heart beating what felt like a mile a minute. <br><br>"I am no one of significance, I just wanted to get away from the street fight I saw, Please excuse me, I have places I need to go, this is not a safe place for anyone to be around" She was doing her best to make out that she was no one of importance, just a passer by, however she did know the Panteer name, which not many would know at this moment in time, even if her face was plastered and out for reward! <br><br>"Don't Jedi have more important places to be?" She was not in the best of moods after all, her family were dead, her closest allies had betrayed her and everything she had known was in tatters, she had left everything that she knew behind when she ran as well. Who was Marina Panteer any more? A forgotten Princess. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>14-08-2015, 07:07:08</strong>
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				Elena bowed her head towards Maria.&nbsp; &nbsp;Elena was not attired in the traditional robes of the Jedi.&nbsp; She had on a loose cloak, but the color was green, as if to blend better into the abundance of green foliage that was abundant upon Alderaan, and underneath the robe she was wearing armor, almost similar to the armor that she saw the man wear who dealt with her attackers, save the lines were not as harsh and more rounded, and gave the impression that the armor had been molded and fitted to Elena's form.&nbsp; &nbsp;It also had upon it a pattern of light browns, orange, light and dark green, again perhaps to have her better blend in out in the field.&nbsp; &nbsp;Elena lifted her head and spoke once more in a calm and soft voice, but buried inside that voice was a steel core of calm and confidence.<br><br><strong>"Wise words, and I will be certain to heed them.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you will however come with me, we have a vehicle waiting to take you to a safe zone.&nbsp; &nbsp;As to my presence here, you are the reason.&nbsp; &nbsp;We had intelligence that House Ulgo dispatched a commando team to flush you out into the open to kill you.&nbsp; &nbsp;You are of vital and critical importance at this moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Proof against House Ulgo has been put forth, and there are other members of your House that have come forth.&nbsp; &nbsp;Cadet branches and thus distant relations to you, but members of the House none the less.&nbsp; &nbsp;Other honorable and noble Houses are rallying to them.&nbsp; &nbsp;You killed would destroy the effort, and ensure House Ulgo will stay in power.&nbsp; &nbsp;We cannot have that happen, which is why you need to come with me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Intelligence has also leaked there is a Sith Lord present on Alderaan searching for you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oddly, House Ulgo has orders to kill him on sight, but that does not mean he is not a foe, and he is above all else dangerous.&nbsp; &nbsp;We cannot say here, so please, come with me."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>14-08-2015, 08:24:04</strong>
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				Was she so easy to find? She slowly shook her head and let out a sign, he grip did not loosen on the blaster however, Jedi or not she was going to be prepared around this woman. What she said seemed true however, House Ulgo would possibly stop at nothing now to get rid of her seeing as she was virtually a mystery and a secret they could get rid of her with little fuss then her House wouldn't have any standing and no one to put on the throne, the distance members would not be good enough. <br><br>She flicked her braid over her shoulder and she looked at Elena carefully for what she could see in the Alley. " Alright, as I cant seem to shake you off knowing that&nbsp; I am Marina, I will come with you, for now. If I do not like where you are going or what you plan, rest assured I will not be staying around to complain. " <br><br>She took great interest in knowing a Sith Lord was after her, was that the man she saw? he was rather impressive but at the same time it was rather haunting to know someone so powerful was after her, it made her feel scared but at the same time, important. If it was the man she saw, he had alot of skill and she would not be able to run away fro him for very long. She wondered if the Jedi had enough skill to fight him. <br><br>" I may have seen this Sith not far from here, he was fighting the Ulgo guards"&nbsp; Was there a slight awe in her voice?&nbsp; <br><br>She adjusted her cloak and then put the hood up, shielding her looks from those that may be close by, it was a black cloak to match the jump suit she wore, she thought she would blend in but she as possibly more noticeable as she moved out into the open. <br><br>Her beloved city might just have to do without her for now. She took in her surroundings now she was out of the alley, taking a moment to be calm and collected, she didn't know what she might run into, after all it had been an active morning already. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>15-08-2015, 18:33:11</strong>
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				The Jedi were trained in being at calm and at peace, but with Marina's admission that she had already witnessed the Sith Lord her eyes opened a bit wide.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her face did not pale, but it was a near thing.&nbsp; <strong>"In that case we should leave without delay.&nbsp; &nbsp;I do not know how he found you so quickly.&nbsp; &nbsp;As far as I know we are the only ones to have informants within House Ulgo, since the fall of Imperial Intelligence decimated its intricate and extensive network of informants.&nbsp; Still it would not unwise to exhibit haste in leaving this location is he is about."</strong><br><br>Elena started off at a slow jog, not drawing upon the Force.&nbsp; If there were a Sith in the area then he would be able to sense such usage and it would draw him to them like a moth to a flame.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not only that, Elena did not wish to leave the Panteer princess behind.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wanted to stick to her side like glue till they could get to the safe house she had set up.&nbsp; &nbsp; She looked about to get her bearings, then moved down another side street and they were now heading west towards the outskirts of the city.&nbsp; &nbsp;It opened up upon the rise towards the city, and in one of the rocky outcroppings that decorated the landscape they had their shuttle, shielded from view on near all sides by the natural bowl the rocks made.<br><br>It only took about ten minutes of jogging, and Elena was surprised to see that the Princess kept pace with her and that she did not need to slow down once.&nbsp; &nbsp;It seemed that being on the run and a target for assassination did not make one lazy or indulgent.&nbsp; &nbsp; As they reached the area, Elena slowed down, and tossed a canteen of water in a easy throw for the Princess.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Stay here for a moment.&nbsp; We could not assume our communications were nto being monitored, so I need to move ahead and let them see me and give the all clear, then I shall return for you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>15-08-2015, 21:50:59</strong>
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				Was that a possible trickle of fear that she could practical feel coming from the woman beside her? Marina turned her eyes on the Jedi and studied her carefully a moment, she knew the Sith was something to be worried about and she supposed she should be worried, after all she had seen him take down those men so effortlessly but he was helping her, something inside her felt that he wouldn't harm her, she could be wrong but surely she was just wanted dead by most and not wanted alive. He could have let the guards do their job and let her rot on the road and taken her as his kill. <br><br>She shook herself a moment thinking of herself dead was not a good idea! The Jedi seemed worried and she assumed she should be worried to and so she listened to her for a moment. When she suggested they picked up the pace she did so easily, she was not one to be lazy and indulgent in the first place, she hated being bored and she would not under any circumstances like being weighted on hand and foot, she had trained since she was old enough to want to and she had kept up a good routine!&nbsp; She had barely picked up her breathing by the time they came to the rocky outcropping. <br><br>She slowly took in her surroundings, the ruins out towards the city and then the rocky outcroppings here with the green over growth and the natural bowl of the land it was a good place she had to admit. She barely needed to catch her breath as she looked around, this was her home her planet, what was going to happen to her now? <br><br>She easily plucked the canteen from out of the air barely looking towards it as it was thrown and she would take a swig before tossing it back hardly thinking on it. She then turned her attention fully on the woman, all this trying to save her and then she was going to get left, she raised an eyebrow but she would only see that when she lowered her hood, her keen blue gaze staring at the woman. <br><br>"I do hope we were not followed if you were going to leave me here" She flicked the cloak open and pulled the blaster from its holster, she was going to be prepared as she moved to sit behind one of the rocky outcroppings, barely looking to the Jedi she wondered if this was a bad idea following her out here. She was an easy target, She thought a moment and then flicked off her cloak, she could move easier just in the jump suit. " Please don't be long " One last look at the Jedi if the Sith was following.. he wouldn't be long. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>16-08-2015, 22:19:00</strong>
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				Octavian was not all death and destruction among the soldiers.&nbsp; &nbsp;He allowed one of them to live.&nbsp; Injured to be certain and in pain, but nothing that a first aid kit could not stabilize.&nbsp; &nbsp;The man of course would never fight again, and would be a drain upon House Ulgo resources till they either killed him themselves, or left the man to fend for himself.&nbsp; Such was the consequence of raising arms against against the woman Octavian saw, the woman that he had a connection with.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian may not been seeped in the Dark Side of the Force like others of his fellow Sith, but when it came to judgment, Octavian could be as harsh and brutal as any of his kind.<br><br>Octavian easily lifted the man into the air, the Force assisting his strength, bringing the man's face within a bird's breath away from his own as he spoke in a deadly calm voice, a voice that cuts like a razor and just as deep.&nbsp; &nbsp;That paired with amber eyes of his filled with righteous passion and anger, the man possibly saw his life flash before his eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><em>"Tell me everything.&nbsp; &nbsp;The four of you could not have been possibly entrusted a mission of this importance, not unless the standards of Alderaan have atrophied these last few decades."</em></strong>&nbsp; <br><br>The tone of the voice was all that was needed.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was not certain if Octavian's aura caused the man to soil himself and the scent of fresh, sour urine in the air or if it was a result of his injuries.&nbsp; &nbsp;All he knew that death awaited him, a painful and lingering death perhaps as this being beyond his comprehension if he continues to resist and to deny Octavian.&nbsp; &nbsp;The man spilled it all to him.&nbsp; <strong>"We were not meant to succeed, merely to flush the little chit from her hiding place and flush her out into the open, to drive her to Republic arms.&nbsp; Then House Rist will take care of them.&nbsp; &nbsp;They have battled Jedi before, her death is assured." </strong>&nbsp; <br><br>The man paled again as he noticed Octavian's reaction to his words.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian merely narrowed his eyes, and the aura of violence and pain radiated about him in such a way that it could almost be physically felt, pressing in like its own pressure pressing down uncomfortably.&nbsp; &nbsp;His voice, if possible, grew even more deadly and quiet as he dropped the mean down upon the ground.&nbsp; <strong><em>"If she dies, the suffering of all responsible will be used as an example for centuries to come."</em></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Octavian did not linger long after the interrogation.&nbsp; &nbsp;He ran, drawing upon the Force to grant him the speed he needed.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was so much to search, and if the fools from Ulgo were only meant as the diversion to flush the heir out into the open, then the attack from House Rist was to happen soon.&nbsp; Everyone on Alderaan knew of the deadly commandos that House Rist employed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Near equal to any special operations unit that Octavian had served with.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was not more than certain that the woman was indeed the missing heir, and he would use even the Dark Side itself to prevent her from being harmed!&nbsp; &nbsp;So faster, and faster, anger feeding fear, and fear feeding to anger, and all of it flowing into Octavian as he moved faster.&nbsp; &nbsp;Faster! He had to hurry, he had to be in time!<br><br>--------------------------------------<br>Marina did not have to wait long, but when one is waiting in tense situations, minutes can seem like hours.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was enough of a pause that Marina was well acquainted with the wall of rock about her, the mineral crystals that were upon the surface, the silver shimmer that it caused to happen when the light of Alderaan's sun hit it,, rippling over the slightly dusky red surface.&nbsp; &nbsp;Water has started to evaporate from the early morning dew, adding an increase in the humidity about the rocks.&nbsp; &nbsp; All of this past while Marina waited.&nbsp; &nbsp;Again, no more than five minutes passed, but tell that to one who at the moment counted her continued life in those precious minutes.<br><br>Elena returned and gave a small reassuring smile towards Marina.&nbsp; <strong>"Princess, all has been made ready, this way please, your shuttle awaits.&nbsp; &nbsp;We will head to a Jedi retreat.&nbsp; &nbsp;You will be safe there till we can reunite your with your restored House and your allies.&nbsp; This way."</strong>&nbsp; Elena moved through rocks.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were not many people there.&nbsp; Three in total waiting beside an open air shuttle.&nbsp; &nbsp;It looked like Elena was the only Jedi as the others had the uniforms of Republic scouts, at least that Marina had notice.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As the pair appeared, one man moved to board the air shuttle.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did not get far as three blaster bolts took him in the back, killing him as she dropped to the ground oh so much a smoldering corpse.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then all about the group blaster fire from military grade weapons started to rain down upon them.&nbsp; &nbsp;A sensation came over Marina, to move fast and how to move, to cover the twenty or so meters she would need to in order to get behind some solid cover.&nbsp; &nbsp;It should be an impossible feat.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would be out in the open like the pilot was when he attempted to board the shuttle.&nbsp; &nbsp;Somehow Marina knew that if she trusted her feelings, that if she followed her instinct, then she would live.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hesitate, ignore the sensation flowing into her, then she might as well be dead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>17-08-2015, 08:35:21</strong>
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				She had become well antiquated with the rock she was using as preliminary cover and just somewhere to rest for the time that Elena was away, it felt like a life time, her heart was hammering in her chest, there were knots in her stomach and she wondered if she was going to last the day.&nbsp; Sometimes she wished she wasn't a Princess hidden or not, it wasn't doing her any favours, far from pampered she had sometimes wished to be a normal child growing up instead of hidden away, primped and proper when shown to other family members in secret she always hated the show! <br><br>She rather liked the rocky out cropping she was using, it had such lovely colours, a interesting surface, slowly she removed her gloves and touched the cool surface, as the sun rose slowly the heat was beginning to rise and so the dew point was starting to evaporate, she was in her own world, dangerously when Elena came back, she just heard something before the woman spoke and slowly she moved to stand. Pocketing her gloves she picked up her cloak and swung it on again she just couldn't part with it. <br><br>Marina took her time as she followed Elena looking around their surrounds, before she saw the shuttle a little fear slipped away for a moment as she was able to look at the people that Elena had with her, why was she the only Jedi? This made her uneasy again, then everything seemed to happen at once. She felt something pull at her senses and the pilot was suddenly blasted. She couldn't help the shocked scream that escaped her lips, before she knew it the area was being attacked, she wasn't going to stick around, no offence to the Jedi she wasn't becoming some target for the forces to aim for. <br><br>Following her instincts as they hadn't failed her yet she ran for the nearest rocky outcropping that she could see, she seemed to pull on some hidden energy and strength as she ran, dodging around smaller rocks, leaping over others that weren't suitable she seemed to be dodging&nbsp; the rain of fire that followed her, she didn't know&nbsp; what happened to Elena, she hoped she was ok but she had to look after herself. If she stood and fired she would be to easy to spot and out numbered.&nbsp; She darted to the right just before a rock exploded from the fire reigned upon it, it was too close and she felt shards of rock&nbsp; hit her side and lodge under her skin but she kept going, she couldn't stop and be weak now. <br><br>She had never felt so alive at the face of death, her blood was pumping her lungs were racing she was leaping and running like she never had before calling upon that secret energy reserve she&nbsp; did a giant leap and landed with a roll upon the ground behind a large outcropping that would shield her for the time being. <br><br>Pressing her back against it and not daring to look at the small wounds in her side, blaster firmly in her hand she would with this shield of rock go out fighting, she hoped she did her family proud. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>20-08-2015, 04:31:34</strong>
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				There was no such thing as fate, as luck, as coincidence, there was only the Force, or such Octavian's instructor once told him, a former Jedi Knight that had been lured over to the Dark Side of the Force and thus eventually joined the ranks of the Sith as a dark lord.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had managed to keep himself above most of the Sith politics and consolidated his power base at the Sith Acaedmy.&nbsp; &nbsp;It also perhaps was beneficial to him to have Darth Imperius patronage.&nbsp; &nbsp;That was before she had claimed her name and was a member of the Dark Council, but she was still a Sith Lord of notoriety during her rise to the Dark Council.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once more proving Lord Titus' point that there was no coincidence, two Sith of like minds, temperament, and philosophy finding one another, and that Titus found Octavian out of all other acolytes to teach, and to pass on to Darth Imperius as her apprentice.&nbsp; &nbsp;No, it was not coincidence at all, it was the will of the Force.<br><br>Just as it was the will of the Force that Octavian was headed towards the outskirts of Jurrano, already in the rise and foothills of the Juran Mountains when he felt the Force being drawn upon.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was not a insignificant amount, and of the such of one engaging in combat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian should know for he had to fight enough Jedi in his time.&nbsp; He spared those that he could.&nbsp; After all it was a difference in philosophy that made them opponents.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian had no dreams or goals of conquest, nor did that of his Master.&nbsp; &nbsp;She as well as he realized that such was foolish, and that what the Empire had as far as worlds and resources was more than enough to secure a legacy to last centuries if not more.&nbsp; &nbsp;That did not mean that he spared all.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sympathetic he might be, but Octavian was not about to loose his life either.&nbsp; &nbsp;As a result of his experience, he knew the sensation of a Jedi engaging in combat.&nbsp; &nbsp; There would be only one reason for that to be, at this time and this place.&nbsp; &nbsp; Octavian drove himself harder and faster.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was not that far away, he could still be there in time.&nbsp; &nbsp;He can still save her!&nbsp; &nbsp;Faster!&nbsp; FASTER!<br><br>--------------------------------------<br>The trap had been laid, and it was a good trap.&nbsp; &nbsp;Elena cursed herself for a fool.&nbsp; &nbsp; She should have realized that the first attack on the Princess was a set up, to draw not only the Princess out, but her protectors as well.&nbsp; A Jedi Knight was a formidable opponent, but even Elena knew all too well that they were not invincible,&nbsp; and whoever was attacking them knew how to attack Jedi.&nbsp; &nbsp;They were at least four or five points of attack come from all directions, making it impossible for Elena to square off and deflect their weapons fire.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sheer volume of the blaster fire also made it impossible.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was at least three or four repeating blaster cannons on autofire out there.&nbsp; &nbsp;They could not sustain the rate of fire from the sheer volume of heat such actions generated and their weapons had to cool off, but they did not need to last long, merely overwhelm.<br><br>Elena shook her head.&nbsp; No, defense was not the course of action.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had to close and bring the fight against her attackers, for at least then they could not fire at her for risk of hitting their opponents.&nbsp; &nbsp;All she could hope was to keep their attention upon her so the Princess could escape.&nbsp; &nbsp;To give her enough of an opening to get to the air shuttle and to run.&nbsp; &nbsp;It would mean her life but Elena was at peace with that.&nbsp; She was of Alderaan and to give her life in its defense, in defense of its rightful ruler, there were far worse ways to die.&nbsp; &nbsp;So she drew deep upon the Force, and leaped high into the air, bringing herself down upon a knot of three attackers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Again she drew upon the Force and let loose a telekinetic wave to knock them off their feet, then she started to thin out their numbers, trusting herself in the Force.<br><br>Marina managed to find herself a defensible position that prevented fire from being concentrated upon her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had one group that could threaten and kill her,&nbsp; a man and women in House Rist commando armor.&nbsp; &nbsp;One had a repeating blaster cannon that had finished doing a full cover fire spread that managed to catch the Jedi's other companion that was coming to support Marina.&nbsp; &nbsp; The woman with him shifted her attention suddenly as aimed at the Jedi Knight, seeing her as the priority target.&nbsp; &nbsp; Maria could see why as she was not going anywhere as long as one of them kept her pinned down in her location.<br><br>Then Marina felt the presence that she felt before, that passionate determination to defend her when she was attacked before.&nbsp; &nbsp;A sense of calm came over her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was coming, he would be here, and he would be her instrument, her weapon of righteous fury against those that would she her dead.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was coming for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>20-08-2015, 11:19:58</strong>
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				All this to make sure she was dead, she should be over whelmed but she seemed rather calm, why? because she could feel someone coming, he was coming for her,&nbsp; why that didn't make her worried she didn't know but she felt like she could&nbsp; over come what was going on because she knew he was coming to protect her, to save her, she didn't think he wanted to kill her she didn't get that vibe and he could have done it before if he really wanted to he was fast enough after all. <br><br>Marina&nbsp; took a few deep breaths and adjusted her blaster, the Sith was coming to save her,&nbsp; but she had to help the Jedi.. even if she had be led here and trapped because of an over sight! <br><br>She had to trust her instincts, but also not be an idiot. She tried to settle her nerves, watching the ones that were closest to her that had her pretty much covered but she suddenly with a burst of energy moved from her hidden position and raised her blaster firing upon the one with the repeating blaster cannon&nbsp; she had to help the jedi first, she just hoped that she didn't leave herself too open! As soon as she could she would be back behind a rocky out cropping!&nbsp; Her speed and agility would more then likely take the Rist house commando's by surprise though their armour is good she would have to just hope, that her aim was true whilst she was running, this elusive strength would have to help her. <br><br>Her instincts needed to pay off, Even if she couldn't get to the shuttle and she wasn't daring to after seeing atleast two people blasted out of the way ,she had to take the chance to show that not all Princesses were dainty and unable to protect themselves. She was a fighter and her protector was coming.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 07:49:20</strong>
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				The metallic ring, that impulse of metal striking metal as it expanded as the energy was channeled through the barrel of blaster rifle echoed about the air, and was the first sign that Octavian was close.&nbsp; &nbsp;The ridge of rocky outcroppings was in sight and there, there!&nbsp; &nbsp;Upon one of the ridges were shapes moving, the silhouetted profile of weapons being aimed.&nbsp; &nbsp;If they were still firing their weapons then he was still in time.&nbsp; He could still save her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Faster!&nbsp; Faster!&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian drew deeper upon the Force, and Darkside temping and flowing as it fed upon his passion, his anger, his fear.&nbsp; &nbsp;Other times he ignored it, exerting his indomitable will to push it aside.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He did not do so, not this time.&nbsp; &nbsp;No, this time he drew upon it and drank deep what the Darkside had to offer him.&nbsp; He as well as Darth Imperous believed that the Darkside could be used to serve the good of the Empire, and not for selfish gain or ambition.&nbsp; It required the right circumstances, the right will to be able to weather and resist its corruption.&nbsp; &nbsp;If ever there were a time and circumstance that called for the Darkside to be used, it was now.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian let the Darkside take hold, rush into him like a damn that had broken, and when he was close enough, let leaped, drawing both of his lightsabers, he ebony and amber blades blazing in the sun.<br><br>Like the Jedi, he came down like a meteor falling from the heavens and the shockwave hit into the House Rist commando like a runaway hover train.&nbsp; Their plastel armor crack from the intensity and force of it.&nbsp; &nbsp; However, where Elena's attacks seemed defensive and calculated, Octavian's attacks were fury made flesh.&nbsp; &nbsp; His speed was such that if one blinked they would miss what he did.&nbsp; &nbsp;In three quick slashes, they were dead.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did not hold back and let loose the embodiment of Wrath that was his title in the Empire.&nbsp; &nbsp;He then turned and went after the next group.&nbsp; So intimidating and ferocious was his attack that the Rist commandos abandoned all attempts to kill Marina and focused on him and Elena.<br><br>Elena was distracted by the entrance of Octavian and primal destructive force that it was.&nbsp; &nbsp;Because of it, she missed a shock sword come on and the blow arched past her blade and bit deep into the armored greaves of her right thigh.&nbsp; &nbsp;She cried out in pain and went to one knee.&nbsp; &nbsp;She did manage to parry the following blow that would have sliced into her head, and then severed the commando's legs at the knees.&nbsp; She cried out in a high pitch scream that surely damaged her vocal cords, and the foul stench of feces and urine assaulted Elena's senses as the woman soiled herself from the grievous nature of her wounds.&nbsp; &nbsp;If it were not for the fact that the a Lightsaber cauterized all wounds it inflicted the commando surely would have bled out and died within seconds.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now, she merely writhed on the ground before nature, insane with the pain assaulting her and narrowing her world to that single moment.<br><br>The Force favored Elena as that was the last of her attackers she faced off against.&nbsp; &nbsp;Another one may have killed her.&nbsp; &nbsp;As it were, the length of her life looked to be measured in moments and minutes instead of hours.&nbsp; &nbsp;She watched in mounting horror at Octavian's assault upon the their attackers.&nbsp; Three knots of commandos were left when Elena had dispatched her foes, and in less than five minutes of furious and desperate combat they were all dead.&nbsp; &nbsp;The skill and power behind this Sith Lord, Elena had never encountered before.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had no doubts as to the outcome, she would die when she faced him, even if she had not been wounded.&nbsp; &nbsp;All she could hope was to gain the Princess enough time to get away, though she did not see how with how fast and quick this man.<br><br>Octavian's blades killed the last assassin, taking off his head with a double slash.&nbsp; &nbsp;He stood there motionless for several minutes, letting the primal rage that had filled him leave, to feel the pounding rush of his blood thundering in his temples drain away.&nbsp; Slowly he turned, and his eyes locked upon that of Marina's.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once more it was as if he lost all breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;He stood stock still as he took her in.&nbsp; &nbsp;In his mind there was no doubt, this was the missing heir of House Panteer.&nbsp; He walked towards her with long and confident stride, eating up the distance between them in short order.&nbsp; if he suffered any after effects of the combat, any pain from his own wounds as he did not escape the battle unscathed, his armor blackened in places where blaster fire or shock blades struck him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once more his focus narrowed down to this moment in time with the Princess before him.<br><br>Elena's heart lurched in her throat as she witnessed the Sith walking towards the Princess.&nbsp; &nbsp;Elena cried out in pain as she gathered up her body and leaped at the Sith to out herself between him and Marina.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her azure blade came to life, and miracles of miracles, she managed to keep her feet though her right leg trembled and it was clear that only her will and the Force kept her on her feel.&nbsp; &nbsp;Elena squared herself and prepared to die before this man.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Not a step more Sith.&nbsp; &nbsp;You cannot have her."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 21:07:39</strong>
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				Everything seemed to happen so fast, she was in a daze, she just had that feeling that instinct and she slowly moved&nbsp; when she heard and saw that the direction of fire was taken else where. The pit of her stomach felt like it had fallen through and she was awash with a feeling she couldn't quite describe. Hope, fear, she didn't know. <br><br>All the foes were taken down with such brilliance that she couldn't help but stand there and stare at her saviour, the man who would protect her, she didn't know why he would, she didn't even know if he would kill her, not that she felt like he would, when his eyes met hers she saw a look cross his face,&nbsp; he knew who she was, she felt like he could see her soul, was that even possible? She moved from out of her safe rocky outcropping where the Sith moved. <br><br>Part of her was telling her to run, run for her life, the Sith could do anything he wanted to do, but at the same time if she ran, she couldn't get far he was far more powerful then she had ever seen anyone like before. He had taken down their foe within a few minutes, Something which they were struggling to do. <br><br>Her eyes moved to Elena and she watched the poor woman, struggling with her injury trying to come between her and Octavian. She didn't have much chance, the man was coming for her, either for good or bad no matter what was in his way. She gasped and she started for Elena. " No Elena! save your strength, he is not going to kill me" Well she really hoped he wouldn't. She just couldn't shake the feeling that he had saved her. <br><br>Her heart was racing but she felt calm, reassured, safe. She took her eyes to him once more raking her eyes over his form, his armour had taken some damage but he seemed okay, or rather he was&nbsp; putting up a good front. <br><br>Addressing him she cleared her throat, lifted her gaze and stared at him calmly. " Leave her alive, and I will come with you freely. She was just trying to save me, I cannot fault her for that, she did her best" Which is what she honestly fault. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>27-08-2015, 07:40:32</strong>
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				Octavian walked slowly forward towards his objective, the lady that he seemed to have a deep connection with despite only having seen her once before.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could not understand it but already he could read her as if she were an open book, her emotions, her rapid heart beat, the way her chest rose and fell with her quick breathing.&nbsp; &nbsp;All but her thoughts and as he closed the gap between them, his eyebrows went up in surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had thought perhaps the Force presence he felt since landing had been the Jedi, but he could tell right now this woman was Force sensitive as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once more Octavian reminded himself there was no coincidence, no luck, there was the Will of the Force, and it was shaping events here, not only for Alderann, but for the entire sector as well.<br><br>Octavian's thoughts were interrupted by the Jedi dragging her body to put herself between Octavian and the heir.&nbsp; &nbsp;His lightsabers were deactivated but they could be out in the blink of an eye.&nbsp; &nbsp;If he was intimidated by the Jedi's drawn lightsaber, he did not show it.&nbsp; Indeed the main emotions that Marina could feel from the Sith Lord was calm and determination.&nbsp; No more rage, or anger, or any hint there was about to be violence.&nbsp; &nbsp;It obviously confused Elena as her blade wavered and a look of confusion was evident on her features.&nbsp; &nbsp; Octavian merely looked at her and spoke in a a calm even tone.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You are seriously wounded, Jedi, and a liability.&nbsp; The next attack will have even more men, and you are unable to protect the Panteer heir.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can.&nbsp; &nbsp;You have witnessed my abilities first hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;In this rare case, our interests intersect.&nbsp; &nbsp;The true enemy here is House Ulgo and its allies, for as long as they are in power, chaos and war will reign on Alderann.&nbsp; &nbsp;Neither of us want that.&nbsp; &nbsp;I will take her, I will protect her, and I will bring her to to House Organa and its allies so she may reclaim her birthright."</strong><br><br>After the Princess spoke, Octavian bowed deeply to her, and his voice took on a respectful tone as he did.&nbsp; <strong>"Your Highness, I am Octavian Valadius, Lord of the Sith."</strong>&nbsp; Valadius?&nbsp; That was a noble house of Aldrerann, once a retainer to House Panteer.&nbsp; &nbsp;They are all but gone, but the proof was there before Marina with his accent and his features.&nbsp; &nbsp;This Sith was from Alderann!&nbsp; &nbsp;As that bit of knowledge went through Marina's mind, the man continued.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I am here on behalf of Darth Imperious, Counselor for the Sith Empire.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is my mission to seek you out and secure you, and when I do to protect you, to see to your safety till you are secure on the throne of Alderaan.&nbsp; &nbsp;My goal has never been conflict with the Republic, or to kill Jedi I assure you.&nbsp; &nbsp;I give you my solemn vow that if you come with me, you will be protected.&nbsp; &nbsp;The only way you will come to harm is if I am dead.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you will join me, let us see about leaving this area for a place more secure." </strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian held out his hand to Marina, his expression still calm as he waited her decision.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Elena deactivated her lightsaber, it no longer needed as she softly spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"It is true Highness, until my wounds are treated and healed, I will be compromised in protecting you.&nbsp; &nbsp;As much as I dislike saying this, the Sith would be a better protector and safeguard for your life than myself.&nbsp; &nbsp;At this time at least.&nbsp; &nbsp;I beg you though not to turn your back on the Republic and to have&nbsp; him deliver you to Republic forces.&nbsp; &nbsp;They have been known to be...untrustworthy in the past, a reputation even he cannot gainsay." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>27-08-2015, 16:19:31</strong>
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				She had to physically stop her jaw from dropping when he said his name. .. .He was a Valdius! She could see it now, she knew he wasn't lying to her, his features, which she couldn't quite stop herself from looking at,&nbsp; he was a handsome man, which frightened her in more ways then one, and his accent, he may be a Sith but he hadn't lost that part of him, that part that made him part of this world, her world. <br><br>She was curious however why the Sith would want her on the throne what would it gain them? why did they hate the other houses? it was something she was going to have to ask later. She turned her eyes to Elena. "I will consider what you have said, and thank you for trying to get me away from here, but the Republic have done nothing for my family, they didn't save them" And that was what made this an easy decision, from the very start this morning Octavian had tried to save her and protect her. <br><br>She moved to take Octavian's hand a calm sweeping through her, he wouldn't be killing her today she knew that.&nbsp; She would meet his gaze for a long moment feeling like her destiny was mapped out, days, minutes, hours or years. She was safe for the moment. <br><br>Letting Octavian guide her, protect her, they left Elena and moved to take the air car, she didn't know where they were going, or where he was taking her but she trusted him with every fiber of her being, she had lost her cloak and gloves down where they were were fighting and she moved to sit down in one of the seats close to Octavian to look at the wounds on her side, which were nothing more then a few nicks in her suit and skin before letting her eyes drift over him to see if he was injured in anyway. <br><br>" Why does Dark Imperious want me to take the throne, what advantage does it give to you and the Empire?" Though she probably shouldn't be asking she was curious and had to know, not that she minded being alive, she felt like there was some connection with this man and she needed to know more. Though she would hold her questions about him till later. <br><br>She couldn't quite keep her eyes off of him though, she had never been in the presence of anyone like him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>30-08-2015, 04:18:45</strong>
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				Elena frowned and it was clear the Jedi was unhappy with the turn of events, but in the end Elena was alive, and so was the Princess for now, which was a far sight better than the outcome had been mere minutes before.&nbsp; &nbsp;Slowly, reluctantly, she moved aside as she watched the Princess and the Sith Lord pass.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had heard of this Octavian Valdius, for he was indeed an oddity among the Empire.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Empror's Wrath he was called, basically a extension of the Emperor's will, but there was no more Emperor.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was struck down by the Jedi Knight Myriua Brightblade, so now he was an agent of the the Sith's so called Dark Council.&nbsp; &nbsp;It seemed this Darth Imperious was pulling his strings, but even that had some encouragement.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reports had been made about Octivian, and Ishthea, the name Darth Imperous held before ascending to the Dark Council, about offering mercy or surrender to their opponents, about limiting their violence to military targets and they avoided being blood thirsty and malicious.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>There was a good chance this man was going to be true to his word, and keep the Princess safe.&nbsp; &nbsp;That she would be used for the Empire's benefit at some point was beyond a doubt, but he was correct, the civil war on Alderaan had gone on long enough and was threatening to spill over to other core worlds.&nbsp; &nbsp;They needed stability, not war, and peace, even one with the cooperation of the Sith, was preferable to than the war continuing.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the two walked off she spoke to this Emperor's Wrath in a neutral tone.&nbsp; <strong>"I will inform House Organa, and we will see if you are good as your word and reputation speak off, Emperor's Wrath.&nbsp; &nbsp;Until we meet again, your Highness."</strong>&nbsp; Then Elena limped as much as she could to the air speeder, and the medical supplies there in.&nbsp; She still had much word to do.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>As they walked off, Octavian had put in a commlink to his ship, <em>Fury</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had told them to monitor the channel for his signal, and should have been in the area above loitering about as he might have need of a rapid extraction.&nbsp; &nbsp;It should only be a few minutes before the ship arrived, more than enough time to speak with the Princess and to reassure her.&nbsp; He did not sense any immediate danger in the area so they likely dispatched all House Rist and House Ulgo operatives in the area.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did not believe there was a third trap waiting, as the previous trap, unlike the first, was designed to overwhelm and succeed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He grunted softly, the pain of his wounds starting to plague his senses now that his fury and rage died down.&nbsp; &nbsp;None of them were serious, but he would be lying if he was not looking forward to being on board his ship, and under his apprentice's competent hands to treat them.&nbsp; &nbsp; He gave his head a shake and then turned his attention back to the Princess.&nbsp; &nbsp;She should be his focus now, and he had been avoiding it because of the pull she and effect she had on him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once more merely looking into her eyes caused him to loose part of himself, and he had to give another small shale to focus his thoughts to answer her questions.<br><br><strong>"It is simple really your highness, despite holding the throne, House Ulgo does not have the support it needs to hold the throne, but does have the resources to make this civil war a lengthy and protracted one.&nbsp; War no longer is in the best interests of the Empire.&nbsp; &nbsp;Those that broke the Treaty of Courscant have been dealt with, and the Dark Council purged of their influence.&nbsp; &nbsp;All we want in peace and the freedom to govern the worlds in the Empire.&nbsp; This conflict has the potential to spill over to other worlds, worlds that are in the Empire and the last thing we want to to have unrest there.&nbsp; All it would do is invite war mongers in the Republic looking to destroy us an opening, and renewing the war.&nbsp; &nbsp;That benefits no one save death.&nbsp; With you and the throne, we can isolate Ulgo and its allies, and bring peace once more the Alderaan.&nbsp; &nbsp;That is our only purpose here, other than your protection and survival."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 08:32:57</strong>
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				She had watched with a confused expression and feeling as Elena had moved away, though she had done what had felt right, she went with her instinct as she went with Octavian, there was something about him that was pulling him to her, she couldn't explain it she didn't think she ever could explain it. But she had to trust him even though part of her brain told her Sith, dangerous, Sith.. run!&nbsp; but no she waited with him, she had taken his hand and she was going with him, this was her fate now, she had chosen. She had hoped however that Elena would be able to heal and be alright, the woman did try to save her after all. <br><br>He has spoken the truth and it gave her some confidence that someone wanted her on the throne even if she was never properly ready for the throne she had some royal training among everything else she had learned in her&nbsp; life so far, it could not prepare her for everything else, her mother and brother dead, and running for her life! <br><br>She studied the man before her a moment as they waited for his ship, she could tell there was something wrong and slowly, carefully she placed a hand on his arm hoping to offer some strength to him, a helping hand. "Let me help you " She said gently, softly almost with a lovers voice, he was pulling on her in ways she hadn't known were possible and seeing him trying to control himself when there was obviously something up, well she wasn't going to stand there and see him collapse. <br><br>"I can't have you collapsing on me before we get on your ship Octavian, let me help you please" A plead to her voice she would support him if he would let her as his ship came into view, she had to hope that those on board would be just as welcoming, when his ship had arrived she would help him on board, as much as his image would allow of course it wouldn't be good as the Emperor's Wrath to be see needed help from the likes of her, someone who has hardly tapped into their force ability and whom he had saved. <br><br>She wouldn't leave his side unless she was taken away, this man had saved her.. twice in the space of an hour, she wanted to make sure he was alright. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>04-09-2015, 06:22:15</strong>
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				Octavian was proud, he had to be to survive as long as he had in the Empire, amid the Sith politics.&nbsp; He barely survived his time at the Sith Academy due to all of the backstabbing that went there, and he only did so because of his indomitable will and pride.&nbsp; &nbsp;As such he did not give in to the Princess' words, not right away as they walked.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could not display weakness, for that was the one way to invite attacks and assassination attempts from the shadows.&nbsp; He learned that during his brutal time among the Sith.<br><br>Octavian was also practical, especially with the <em>Fury</em> landed as far away as it did.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian gave a grunt as he realized why it landed where it did.&nbsp; It had little choice given the terrain.&nbsp; It was the only place that looked stable and flat enough to support a landing, as well of having enough clearance for its anti-personal weapons in case something wanted to rush the boarding ramp.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a grunt, he leaned in a little bit, letting the Princess bare some of his weight.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not all of it as he was certain that if he did, with him in his reinforced plasteel armor he would have bore her down to the ground.<br><br>As Marina managed to get Octavian closer to the ship that settled down, she felt another presence, much like that of Octavian's, in front of her, coming from the ship itself.&nbsp; &nbsp;The boarding ramp had come down, and when it was open, two figures came down, both female.&nbsp; &nbsp;One was a twi-lek with a black and red tattoo upon her her face and twin blasters in hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like many of her kind she was lithe and svelte and could not help but walk with a hip rolling stride that draw eyes to her hips and breasts as she did.&nbsp; &nbsp;The other woman was human with long red hair in a pony tail in robes much like a Jedi would wear, save these ones were in red and purple colors.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she&nbsp; reached the ground, she pulled out the long handled lightsaber that ignited at both ends into a lightsaber staff, a very difficult weapon that only the most skilled could wield.&nbsp; &nbsp;The color of the blade was a vivid purple in color that seared one's eyes when looking at it.<br><br>A third man dressed in an Imperial uniform came down last.&nbsp; He was of average height and build with brown hair and dark eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Marina and Octavian reached the trio the Imperial officer reached out and got on the other side of Octavian, speaking with a&nbsp; pure Imperial accent from Dromand Kass.&nbsp; <strong>"Princess Panteer I assume.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have him, your Highness.&nbsp; &nbsp;We will take care of the Praetorian.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you can please get on board.&nbsp; &nbsp;We need to leave in a hurry.&nbsp; &nbsp;It seems House Ulgo and Rist really want you dead and we have fighter and bomber craft inbound.&nbsp; &nbsp;We will need to be out of here in the next four minutes before they level the area.&nbsp; &nbsp;In five minutes nothing will be left here but glass, smoke, and ruins."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>07-09-2015, 17:03:08</strong>
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				She would have taken his weight with ease though he hadn't put all this weight onto her, so that greatly helped as the weight of him and his armour would have been a bit too much for the princess to handle!&nbsp; <br><br>She took in the <em>Fury</em> in all its detail and even more so the people that came down the ramp, she slowly sucked in a breath as she watched the women carefully she deduced that these were not people to mess around with she noted that there was a presence similar to the man beside her and she wondered why she had that inkling, was there something going on that she didn't know? She didn't know that she was force sensitive it was something that had never been broached before with her not in all her time, but she was mostly hid away. So knowing that&nbsp; the lady with the lightsaber that could easily blind someone without touching... was connected to Octavian she was suddenly rather selfconcious. <br><br>Especially the Twi-lek though she knew these woman always seemed to be provocative hence why most of them ended up in the slave trade or in the more low life bar Marina was not expecting her to handle the twin blasters. <br><br>She felt like she was a threat, though she knew she wasn't that these people were here to protect her but she suddenly felt protective of Octavian and stuck to his side, till the third man came down and helped to support Octavian, she reluctantly let him go. She looked firstly to the women studying them, then to the men beside her before she slowly nodded and made her way on board she was not going to hold them up if they needed to get out of here fast. " Just becareful he has done a great deal to keep me safe this morning and I would hate for him to come under any more harm even if he doesn't want to admit&nbsp; that he is hurting. <br><br>She gave a small smile before moving in, she took in the details of the Fury before moving through the ship, she didn't want to go to far from Octavian so where ever they took him she would follow, her eyes moving between them and anyone else that was on board. She suddenly felt rather alone surrounded by these people she didn't know even if united in helping her, she slowly let out a breath, it was going to be a long day. <br><br>"Where do we intend on going? " She would ask anyone willing to answer... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>09-09-2015, 04:23:58</strong>
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				They hurry up the ramp and as they do the female human with a Lightsaber staff closes the boarding ramp, shutting down her staff as she did so.&nbsp; &nbsp; She closed her eyes for a moment and as she did so, Marina could feel the Force flowing from her.&nbsp; She felt connected to this woman in a way.&nbsp; Not the same way she did with Octavian, but in a different way altogether.&nbsp; &nbsp;It only took a moment before she opened her eyes and whens he spoke, she did so with an Alderaanian accent of her own.&nbsp; <strong>"They are approaching from the south, southeast, heading 165, 4 kilometers above the surface, 100 kilometers out.&nbsp; &nbsp;My Lord, they do mean to level the city, everyone will die down there if we do nothing about it." </strong><br><br>The Twi-lek was already hurrying past the Marina towards the front of the spacecraft, presumably towards the cockpit.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she did so, Octavian spoke, and his words were not weak at all, and Marina could feel a righteous fury radiating from him, gathering strength about him.&nbsp; He was suddenly able to stand on his own and as he did so, the catches on his armor clicked open, and the chest plate fell to the deck of the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian was wearing nothing underneath the chest plate and Marina was treated to an eyeful of a half nude male solid in muscle where a sheen of sweat made the hard angles and lines of his physique stand out in sharp contrast.&nbsp; &nbsp;It also displayed about his torso and his arms about five areas of second degree burns the size of a person's hand.<br><br>Octavian turned to the man helping him.&nbsp; <strong>"Kolto spray and adrenal is all I need Quinn, then you and Pierce get on the weapons.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am not going to let House Rist or Ulgo inflict any more death upon my world.&nbsp; &nbsp;Also put out an encrypted call to any Imperial ships in the area.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tell them by the authority of the Empire's Wrath, I am ordering them to assist."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Quinn, the man in the Imperial Uniform with the rank of major new and shiny upon his uniform, nodded his head and pressed a few buttons on his wrist bracer.&nbsp; &nbsp;A probe flew out of medical and began to spray over all three of them a fine emerald mist.&nbsp; &nbsp;As it landed and soaked into Marina's skin, she felt all of the cuts and bruises she accumulated during her scrambling away and the combat she had been in were gone.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she looked upon Octavian, his burns were healing and leaving nothing but slightly red skin behind.<br><br>Quinn sent the probe back into sickbay and put his hand to his ear as he spoke.&nbsp; &nbsp;He then went up a ladder off to the side of the common area of the&nbsp; ship where Marina and Octavian were.&nbsp; &nbsp;Down the corridor, a large man in Imperial ARC trooper armor left a cabin and ran to the same ladder that Quinn did.&nbsp; Pierce, that was what Octavian had called him.&nbsp; &nbsp;The man dropped down the ladder, not even bothering with the rungs.&nbsp; &nbsp; Octavian did not spare him a second glance as he moved forward, heading towards the cockpit.&nbsp; &nbsp; The female force user then turned, and gave a warm and inviting smile to Marina, bowing before her as she did so.<br><br><strong>"Princess Panter, I am Jaesa Willaams, Inquisitor and former apprentice to the Praetorian.&nbsp; If you want I can show you to a cabin where you can strap in as the battle goes on.&nbsp; &nbsp;I would stay with you, but Vette will need me at the co-pilot seat if we are heading into combat.&nbsp; &nbsp;You will be safe there till this all has passed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then I am certain Lord Octavian will discuss with you what you wish to do next."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>09-09-2015, 14:03:33</strong>
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				She found it fascinating as they hurried up the ramp that Jaesa found such focus and she could feel that same feeling flowing from her that she did from Octavian and she wondered what it was, could she be connected to the force like they were? it seemed to be the only explanation to her but one she was not going to be able to focus on quite yet. <br><br>Her focus went to Octavian, for how could it not, she could feel the fury radiating from him and the strength that he gathered around him she could practically touch it.&nbsp; His armour opened and she had to stop her jaw from hitting the floor, she shouldn't be having these thoughts, she didn't know the man apart from the fact she knew he could be dangerous! more than dangerous he was lethal! But it didn't stop the sudden attraction she felt at the sight of him and the connection they shared, nothing could explain it. The Burns looked sore and she wanted to help but thanks to Quin that was taken care of. <br><br>She felt even more connected to Octavian as he spoke about&nbsp; "his" world, his planet. Her heart positively skipped a beat they were on the same page and it made her feel like they were in the right place together.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>When Jaesa suggested she go to a cabin they had for her she gave the woman a look that said, no.. don't you dare lock me away like some fragile princess. " No thank you Jaesa, I would rather be around so that I may be some use to you or the crew or Octavian, I am not some mere Princess, I am Marina Panter Princess of Alderaan and I am more then what I seem. I'm really good with computer systems if i do say so myself. I will not sit back and hide away whilst my planet is destroyed under the hand of those incompetent Rist of Ulgo try and take over. " <br><br>She stood a little straighter,better now she wasn't hurting from her scrapes and scratches.. giving off a positively Regal position she was not going to hide and she was not going to let them. "Show me to somewhere that I can be useful and prove to you all that it might be worth saving my life " .. hiding in a cabin was not going to be her plan for the rest of the day! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>13-09-2015, 18:59:59</strong>
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				Jaesa looked to be indecisive at first but she did not have the time for a long debate.&nbsp; &nbsp;She inclined her head towards Marina and then made a motion for the woman to follow her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She managed to move fast in the robes she was wearing, and it took her less than ten seconds to reach the bridge.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jaesa pointed to the open computer station as she herself moved into the co-pilot seat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian was there, sitting in the command chair looking over the&nbsp; tactical display.&nbsp; &nbsp;He saw Marina and then looked over to Jaesa.&nbsp; Octavian's voice was calm, measured, and that refined cultured accent that marked him as one of the high noble seats of Alderaan.&nbsp; <strong>"Jaesa?"</strong><br><br>Jaesa did not miss a beat as she started to fall into the Force.&nbsp; Marina could feel her fall into the Force and as she did so she started to talk to the Twi-Lek, Vette was what she had been called, a very odd name for one of her race to be honest about it.&nbsp; <strong>"Three for five seconds, then Seven, six, nine, and two in that order and hold.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wanted to be here Praetorian, and I could not persuade her.&nbsp; She says she knows computer systems, and having her managed shields means I can be more help with piloting.&nbsp; Six for three, five for five, then hard to starboard."</strong>&nbsp; As Jaesa continued to call out to Vette, the two of them put the ship into a dance that saw that they were not hit at all by incoming fire.&nbsp; &nbsp;They were off by a little bit, not completely in sync that Marina could see.<br><br>It was so so easy for her to see in fact.&nbsp; &nbsp;As such she was already reaching out to do so.&nbsp; &nbsp;Before she knew what she was doing, she had connected all of them together.&nbsp; &nbsp;As soon as she did so, there was the start of pressure, nothing significant to start with, but it was growing slowly.&nbsp; &nbsp;The second outcome was Octavian's eyes growing wide, and that of Jaesa's as they both turned to look at her, the expressions of shock clear upon their features, but Octavian was the first to snap out of it and bark a sharp command out to his crew.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Attend to the battle, use it!"</strong> Jaesa turned back to the battle at hand and her and Vette were now as one, no longer needing Jaesa to call out her warnings, dancing like a leaf upon the strong wind, weaving through the hail of laser blasts coming at them.<br><br>Octavin moved from his seat to stand behind Marina, his voice calm as he did so.&nbsp; <strong>"Relax, calm yourself, and reach out too me.&nbsp; Draw me in, use me, feel the well of my strength and use it for your own.&nbsp; &nbsp;Keep up what you are doing and do not stop.&nbsp; &nbsp;Use me up till I collapse if you need be, but do not let what you are doing stop.&nbsp; If you stop you just might kill us all, and doom the people down there in the ruins.&nbsp; &nbsp;You can do it.&nbsp; &nbsp;You are descended from a long and proud lineage, a lineage that has ruled Alderaan fairly and wisely for over a thousand generations.&nbsp; &nbsp;You are the embodiment of that heritage.&nbsp; &nbsp;The believe in you, I believe in you, now it is up to you to believe in yourself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Do no waiver, to no faultier.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hold this line, Princess of Alderaan, Scion of House Panter.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hold the line!""</strong> <br><br>All about her, Marina could feel the effect of her actions, could feel the passion and power in his words, and the effect they had upon all of those listening.&nbsp; &nbsp;If there was any doubt why any of these diverse people, people that one would sooner see be in arms against the Empire than for them, would follow this man into danger itself, it was moments as clear as these, the pure charisma, command and leadership from this man here that they would follow into the dark heart of the Emperor himself if he but asked it of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>14-09-2015, 21:17:22</strong>
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				She didn't know what she was doing at first as she sat down and went to look at the computer systems, she was listening to Vette and Jaesa and somehow she knew that something wasn't right, only by a small margin, and there was her space, she could do something, her instinct kicked in something old, pulled at her feelings and senses as slowly she brought all of them working together as one. <br><br><br>She barely heard Octavian talk as he moved to stand behind her though she felt his presence it was welcoming, though she didn't need him at first she could feel his words flow over her around her as part of her listened but at the same time she didn't she was too busy concentrating on everything around her, it was surreal feeling them all and being able to connect them influence, the suitable movements,&nbsp; she didn't need to do anything.&nbsp; They just seemed to do it better then before! Stamina, concentration everything was suddenly improved. <br><br>The passion in his words called to her and slowly she moved a hand behind her and would take his if he wanted her to or not, she would use her strength, but as she touched him she felt a surge of energy and power,&nbsp; everyone here trusted him with every fibre of their being and in turn they trusted her and what she did now. She would not fail them. <br><br>Taking a noticeable deep breath she called on his strength and threw herself into the feelings that she had, the sensations and the vibrations of the force,&nbsp; small motions, lines of warning and she was able to communicate with Jaesa without saying a word and she in turn was able to talk to Vette. <br>They controlled the ship beautifully, there was just one small blip when she lost that small piece of concentration and it cost them a small knick to the hull but other then that they were safe, they were able to defeat the ships with ease,&nbsp; which was no small feat considering she had never done anything like this before. <br><br>When the last ship had been taken out and the were away from the danger she suddenly let them all go, including her hand holding onto Octavian, he shouldn't have collapsed but he would have had alot of his energy taken and most of her own as she slumped forward in her seat a moment, trying to gain some sort of order of what she just did, how she just managed to help control a ship, what did she just do?&nbsp; Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she was sure someone would see! <br><br>Slowly she would turn her eyes to Octavian when she had regained some composure, wondering if he would give her answers, or even if he was capable of doing, however she was feeling pretty good about herself! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>19-09-2015, 09:44:20</strong>
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				<strong>"That's it, skies are clear, m'Lord and no civilian causalities reported, in fact no damage at all to the ruins of Jurrano or the refugee camp set about it.&nbsp; &nbsp;We are in the clear m'Lord and can I say...wow...I have never seen such coordination.&nbsp; I mean only have some hull scorching, and only light damage to other interceptors present.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was...incredible."</strong>&nbsp; Even though she was talking about the battle, it seemed there was little that the Twi'lek could talk about without it sounding sexual and alluring, as well as the smile of triumph upon Vette's face as she turned about at her station.<br><br>Jaesa's response to the whole battle was profoundly different.&nbsp; &nbsp;She slowly rose from her chair and walked over with a measured careful step, awe and wonder and disbelief all equally displayed upon her features.&nbsp; &nbsp;Indeed what mirrored on her face was present in her voice as she spoke to Octavian.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"M'Lord Octavian...that...that was Battle Mediation.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had to be.&nbsp; But...but how?&nbsp; There has not been a display of that talent in centuries...not even the Grand Master of the Jedi order has the skill and talent with the Force, and she is of Bastila Shan's blood line.&nbsp; &nbsp;I...I am in awe.&nbsp; I could feel she was one with the Force but I did not know she was trained.&nbsp; &nbsp;This...this changes everything."</strong>&nbsp; It seemed that the battle and what happened with it had taken its toll upon her as she needed a hand upon her station to keep her upright.<br><br>Octavian was drained, but he did not display such to his retainers.&nbsp; &nbsp;He stood there, and held out his hand to Marina.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did not let emotion show upon his features.&nbsp; &nbsp;No, he acted as if all of this was by design, strategy, that he lured the forces of Ulgo and Rist out in such a confrontation to hand them this inglorious defeat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Luck, circumstance, fate, or even destiny many that would pen history would call this moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not to Octavian, no, none of those words or descriptions he would use to describe this moment, this battle.&nbsp; &nbsp;To him, as always, it was the will of the Force.<br><br><strong>"She is not trained."</strong>&nbsp; Merely that as he rich blue eyes looked into Marina's, so close to her now that his breath upon her skin was like a caress, the memory of silk touching her skin, a memory from long ago, and his voice spoke now in deeper, resonate tones, much like he spoke before as he so inspired her to be the catalyst of the victory they achieved.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"But clearly we must see that change.&nbsp; Vette, set course now for Rhu Caenus spaceport."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Vette inclined her head and once more with that deeply sensual and erotic grace that must be bred into her bones as she sat back down into the pilot's chair and made the course corrections.<br><br>Octavian took Marina's hand and lifted it to his once more to his lips, kissing it in the age old form of the Alderaanian court.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Your Highness, as fatigued as you must be, we cannot be idle, even with this victory.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you would please join me in the conference chamber, we can discuss what are the likely outcomes in light of our victory, and how you would like to proceed next.&nbsp; We are all but your humble servants, be what will you decide.&nbsp; &nbsp;Please...</strong>&nbsp; He turned and offered her his arm, once more in the style and way of the old court.&nbsp; <strong>"Please allow me to escort you there."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>22-09-2015, 10:40:17</strong>
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				She knew that there was something that she had done that was extra ordinary, they all seemed in awe of what they had just done, surely they would have been able to get out of this situation without her?&nbsp; but maybe not, she felt a prolonged sense of knowing, she wasn't just a normal princess, and this was no ordinary thing that had happened, something she had done had lead her to lead them. <br><br>She heard them talk, and new something had changed when they said she needed to be trained. Trained?&nbsp; was she like Octavian and Jaesa? She slowly turned her eyes away from Jaesa though she could hear the awe in her voice, she was amazed with her? but Marina didn't feel amazing she felt tired but she knew there were things to go and even more so&nbsp; when Octavian needed her to move. <br><br>A breath escaped her lips and she moved to stand taking his hand in her own. Her eyes searched the face of the man that was her saviour but also someone she didn't know, not really though she felt like she did. She felt like she knew him deep down, they were connected even if she didn't know how or why she knew there was something here that she needed to stay with him. <br><br>A small nod of her head as he spoke, she understood that things needed to be done. " I do not wish to Idle I will do what is needed and expected of me. As I am sure we all will. " He made her feel so wanted, needed and he used all the things of the old court. How respectful he was of her, she had never felt so wanted especially when he kissed her hand, in the old style. <br><br>"Please lead the way sir" She said softly her arm curling around his, she may not look like a princess at the given time, being tired, on the point of drained, her jumpsuit wasn't the best condition it could be in neither was her hair. Still he looked and treated her in the best possible way. <br><br>She wondered what they were going to do at the port, what where their next steps. She took&nbsp; a look at the women&nbsp; and then to him once more as they then decided to move to the conference chamber. This day was far from over, though she would be asking to go for a lie down soon. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>25-09-2015, 23:33:43</strong>
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				As Octavian was leading Marina from the cockpit back through the interior of the <em>Fury</em>, they ran into Major Quinn once again.&nbsp; He looked as if he wanted to stop Octavian and speak to him for a moment, even had gone as far as opening his mouth, but he caught the look from Octavian and closed his mouth and merely bowed to him and to Marina as well.&nbsp; Octavian and Marina did not meet anyone else as he brought her into the very spartan like conference room.&nbsp; <br><br>The room was had the same interior as the rest of the ship in stark Imperial grey and blacks, and there was no other decorations hanging in the room.&nbsp; The conference table was simple in its design and other then a highly polished surface, the table itself looked no different than a plate of dursteel fresh from the foundry.&nbsp; About the nod to comfort at all in the room were the soft leather seats about the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;They of course were black in color, but they were different from many Imperial crew lounges that made use of durasteel benches.&nbsp; <br><br>As Marina entered the conference room the smell of caf in the air was strong.&nbsp; &nbsp;After Octavian guided her to a seat, he went right over to the side of the room where the simple refreshment station was at and he set out two mugs, pouring the strong black liquid with the bittersweet aroma into the mugs, and taking them to the table, handing one off to Marina first.&nbsp; &nbsp;The blend was familiar to Marina as being that from the Jurano mountains.&nbsp; &nbsp;Part of the Panteer holdings before everything changed did include a few caf bean plantations.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Octavian studied the Princess' face, a small smile graced his face as he lifted the cup to his lips and took a drink of it.<br><br><strong>"We are not a standard ship of the line, and as such I am allowed to get away from a few...deviations...of the standard rationing aboard starships.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have always had a weakness of caf from here, specifically this region.&nbsp; &nbsp;Vette is kind of enough to secure it for me, and I am a wise enough leader not to ask too many questions as to how she gets it, or the cost of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;After his first two mugs of this luxurious elixir even Quinn stopped asking questions.&nbsp; &nbsp;I believe he has developed the mindset that if he sees no infraction, then none exists, at least as far as the caf, and other food items on board.&nbsp; Speaking of which, the administrative droid, TonVee, was loaded with additional programming that makes him a fair cook, at least what he cooks is far better than standard rations.&nbsp; &nbsp;After this if you are hungry, you can request a meal through it."</strong><br><br>Octavian took another sip of his caf, waiting for the Princess.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was certain she had questions, what was going to happen next.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did not want to put too much before her at once.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yesterday her life was about getting from one day to the next.&nbsp; &nbsp;Laying out what he thought the next steps needed to be taken to win back her throne would be a bit much, so he started simple with meeting what were he thought the basic human needs, food and drink, and once that had been eased into and she more relaxed with her situation, then they can talk about their next steps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>26-09-2015, 17:30:01</strong>
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				She was very grateful for the caf he placed into her hands, listening to him talk she slowly closed those eyes of hers and took a deep inhale, it reminded her of home and she was so glad that he had some in, and something that meant so much to not just him but for herself as well, she would take a sip before she would open her eyes and laid them on him. <br><br>Everything was slowly dawning on her, there were so many things to ask but she didn't know where to start or how to start. Keeping both hands around the mug of caf she slowly exhaled and then gave him a smile. "I am starving but it can wait, we have alot to talk about I suppose, I am just not sure of where we can start, I also feel like sleeping but that can wait till everything else is sorted and talk through. " She gave a soft smile knowing that there were more important things then her getting some sleep. <br><br>"Alright first things first, Why are we going to the space port? What will we be doing there? Also as it is linked... what did i do exactly that prompted you to want me training, am I like you and Jaesa? " She studied him a long moment, not wanting to bombard him with questions as she could see he was tired to but, she needed to start somewhere and this was the best place to start. <br><br>Whilst she was there though she was able to take in more of his features, how he stood, how he talked and acted, how he was in general everything telling about him she would pick up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>29-09-2015, 01:31:24</strong>
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				Octavian sipped at his caf as he listened to Marina.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was far too easy to listen to her voice as before he was assigned here on Alderaan, it had been several years since he had been with one from the planet of his birth.&nbsp; Even though he had been here, there was something about her accent, the complex combination of frequencies, tone, melody that all came together for him that made it easy to believe that he had know this woman for far longer than he did, thought he knew more about her then was the honest truth.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a deceptive thing for him to fall into, and he had to fight it for she was correct there there were more important things to discuss than him indulging in a flight of fantasy, no matter how pleasant it was.<br><br>Octavian set his caf down on the durasteel table and moved to take a seat across from her, doing his best to make his body language as relaxed and non-threatening as possible.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"I will admit I perhaps overstepped ordering us to Rhu Caenus, but I thought that would be the safest location here on Alderaan for us to catch our breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is the Imperial spaceport assigned to the Imperial Embassy here, and with my position as Praetorian, I can order extra security and control access to the docking bay, and keep an air corridor free in case we need to leave swiftly.&nbsp; &nbsp;We can also use the time for you to use unofficial channels to contact the Houses that support your House, and determine a time and place for you to meet them."</strong>'<br><br>Octavian turned his mug about in his hands as he thought of the best way to explain what had happened during the battle.&nbsp; <strong>"You can use the Force.&nbsp; If that was not clear before today, then it should be now.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the Jedi once theorized that the Force exists because of a connection between all living things, and also of life forms that once existed and do not any longer.&nbsp; &nbsp;While there are some, such as yourself, such as myself and others, that have a much stronger bond and connection with the Force, it does connect in some way to all living things."</strong><br><br>A rather radical, bordering on heretical, thought for a Sith Lord, but Octavian did not bat an eye, nor were his words laced with scorn or contempt, which perhaps would let one believe that despite how contrary what he said was to the Sith and their philosophy, their code, that Octavian believed in it.&nbsp; &nbsp;He took another deep sip of caf before continuing to speak in the same open and easy manner that he had at the start.<br><br><strong>"It is not how many of my Order believe, but merely because you disbelieve something does not make it untrue.&nbsp; There is a very rare talent and gift that practitioner of the Force could have, and that is the ability to reach out through those connections and removed from it the discord and chaos so that all connected can act with one thought, one purpose, one mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Jedi called it Battle Mediation, for it was in battle that they made use of this rare talent, and in the early wars, the Mandalorian War, the Revan War, it was what gave the Jedi an edge.&nbsp; &nbsp;No Sith has ever displayed this talent.&nbsp; &nbsp;The last known user of this skill was Jedi Master Bastilia Shan over 300 years ago.&nbsp; &nbsp;That is what happened to you today."</strong><br><br>Octavian stopped there and let the news fill her, and at the same time was still analyzing the aftermath himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even in the history and the legends had there been such a display by one so raw and untrained as the Princess.&nbsp; It should not had been possible, but it happened.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now her untrained ability shone through with hoe inefficient she was manipulating the Force and her own internal reserves.&nbsp; &nbsp;If Octavian had not assisted her, she might not have survived.&nbsp; &nbsp;That thought gave him something to ponder but he set it aside when he had more time to think upon it and research it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Right now he was here for the Princess, and what her nextquestiosn or suggestions would be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>30-09-2015, 13:40:02</strong>
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				She was glad that he had sat down, she didn't want him to think he had to be stood to attention all the time, she might be a Princess and he was certainly making her feel like one with how he was escourting her, protecting her. She lifted her eyes to meet his gaze and she offered a small smile, for no real reason except the fact she wanted to.&nbsp; She wouldn't know where she would be now if it wasn't for him. <br><br><br>She listened to him answering her questions and was satisfied with the answers she was given though she was nervous about contacting the other houses, how much would she need to prove that she was who she said she was?&nbsp; She figured she had a long way to go just yet. <br><br>She set the caf down and then reached back to undo her hair, most of it was ragged and loose anyway from the mornings events but she just wanted that last freedom, she closed her eyes a moment&nbsp; and teased the last of it loose it helped to relax her a minute before she was able to pick up on what else he said. She was force sensitive and she did something no one has done for 300 years?! <br><br>"I did something NO one has done for 300 years? " She looked at him skeptically for a moment, she&nbsp; couldn't believe it, little her? "Because of that we were able to get through that fight. " She let out a low whistle and picked up the caf once more taking a drink, there was a lot to think about. <br><br>"Will be be with me through all of this? you are not going to just drop me off with someone else are you? "She was concerned after everything she would loose him to someone else, some other mission, he had got her so far he couldn't leave her now surely? Though&nbsp; that just made her come across as concerned and worrying for nothing. He did have people to answer to however.. and the new tale to tell about what the princess could actually do! <br><br>She slowly gave a stretch, the tiredness was setting in and she didn't think she could stay awake much longer caf or no caf. " I think I need to retire just for a while. Unless you need me for anything else. " .. surely he wouldn't deny her the luxury of a rest and he could possibly do with one too. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>04-10-2015, 08:50:46</strong>
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				Octavian gave a little playful snort and then took a sip of his strong caf to hide his smirk till he had control over his reaction.&nbsp; &nbsp;He needed to remember that she was young in some terms.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had to survive, and do it on her own and that made her experienced in many ways, but in some ways she was not.&nbsp; &nbsp;He need not hold it against her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was here to advise her after all, and it seemed he now had a new apprentice.&nbsp; That would please Darth Imperius, to have the ruler of Alderaan as one of her sect, but it was also something that needed to be made secret, for it could be used against her, and ruin everything being done to bring order and stability to Alderaan.<br><br><strong>"You did, and as I explained, I think it is because of your emotions that allow that connection and why the Jedi have been unable to find one such as the legendary Bastila Shan.&nbsp; &nbsp;As far as enabling us to survive the battle.&nbsp; &nbsp;Our survival was never in question.&nbsp; &nbsp;No offense to Alderaan, your Highness, but they have few ships that can match the <em>Fury</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;We however would not have been able to prevent their bombers from inflicting causalities to the civilians sheltering in the ruins.&nbsp; That is not to say the next time will not.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well will work upon that."</strong><br><br>Octavian heard her question and he fixed her a serious look and reached out to take her hand, running his thumb about her knuckles for a brief moment.&nbsp; Once more there was that strong sense of connection between them.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was even more so than before when he first saw her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Again, Octavian was reminded that there was no fate or destiny, there was only the Force.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"No your Highness, I am not going leave you during this.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am yours to the very end."</strong><br><br>He let go of her hand and stood when she did.&nbsp; &nbsp;He tried his best not to let his eyes linger over her.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was difficult, for the way she was stretching did seem to draw attention to parts of her body he did not wish to think about for the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was too much to do, for the both of them, to get distracted with sex.&nbsp; &nbsp; Once she was finished, he made a gesture.&nbsp; <strong>"Of course, this way Highness.&nbsp; &nbsp;I will see that you are awoken when we are about to land."</strong>&nbsp; Octavian moved in front of her and led her down the corridor towards the other end of the <em>Fury</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;There he stopped in front of his cabin and made a gesture to it.<br><br><strong>"You will be comfortable in here, your Highness.&nbsp; &nbsp;I made certain that the living quarters were not Imperial standard issue.&nbsp; Rest and I will see you again shortly.&nbsp; &nbsp;By then perhaps we will know how best to contact any remaining members of your House, or your retainers or allies."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>04-10-2015, 09:27:59</strong>
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				She smiled at his playful snort, it made him seem more, normal more like her and not some hard soldier or rather some Sith that had set his emotions away so long ago. She gave him that warm smile,&nbsp; Alright so she was young and foolish and didn't know much better they were never truely in alot of danger not so much that they would have died, more like she would have been captured at the worst but she knew Octavian would have saved her. That was never in doubt not now and what worried her most is that she knew that truth without any evidence. <br><br><br>She felt a throng of emotion drum deep inside as he took her hand and looked into her eyes telling her he wouldn't be leaving her and he would be hers till the very end,&nbsp; that was a deep connection and she actually felt a pang of fear, finally she had someone who seemed so connected to her so&nbsp; linked that he would do anything for her she didn't want anything to happen to her mysterious saviour. He was hers. <br><br>She was however very grateful when he showed her to some quarters but she would have been very reluctant had she known they were his. She looked up at him as he spoke and she reached up a hand to touch his face, that is if he let her. her eyes meeting his, part of her wanted more of him, to know more of him though part of her was scared giving him too much. "Thank you Octavian, for everything" She was quiet in her response her hand gentle and soft on his face as she watched him carefully.<br><br>"I know how to contact the remaining house.. though old communication lines if they are still safe, I am not so inept at being a Princess of Alderaan " There was that smile and she let her hand fall before she retired into his quarters, she didn't care how it was, she had been sleeping in made up ruins the last few weeks. This was luxury. <br><br>She would indeed rest though she needed it. dropping off into a sleep with little effort once she had settled down and stopped thinking of her saviour.. puppy love was not needed at the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>06-10-2015, 23:59:57</strong>
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				Octavian leaned a bit into the touch Marina gave him, letting her fee his face and that connection, that bond between them was stronger.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was aware of how tired she was, how long on the run it had been for her.&nbsp; He could also sense other emotions about her, and her keen interest in him.&nbsp; He was tempted.&nbsp; &nbsp;For one of the Sith it was rare indeed to let down their defenses, to allow that moment of vulnerability for fear of it being used against you, and Octavian was surrounded by vipers that would.&nbsp; His crew for the most part was loyal, thought he still needed to guard himself when around Major Quinn and Lieutenant Pierce.&nbsp; Imperial aggression and ambition were still in their veins, and Quinn had once been nearly convinced to betray Octavian.<br><br>In the end it was more than the Princess exhaustion and need to sleep that stilled his tongue.&nbsp; &nbsp;She needed him to be strong, the solid pillar in her life.&nbsp; &nbsp;Till now she had merely been surviving from one bolt hole to the next, and in the three times her life was threatened today (counting the space battle), it was Octavian at the center of her still being alive.&nbsp; She did not need to loose face or confidence in his ability to continue to do so.<br><br>So, instead of talking, he merely takes her hand from his cheek, and kisses it once more with that old style courtly grace that seemed so out of day perhaps less than five years ago that Octavian turned it into a sincere form of pledge to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"No one ever said you were inept, your Highness, mere cut off and denied the allies your rightfully deserve.&nbsp; &nbsp;Such will not be the case in the future for my and mine will be by your side, and never leave you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now, restful sleep, your Highness."</strong><br><br>It seemed as if Marina had just laid her head down on the pillow when there was a gentle shake, followed by a female voice with the accent of Alderaan.&nbsp; Jaesa did her best to lightly rouse Marina and spoke softly.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"My apologies Princess, for waking you, but Lord Octavian did say you wished to be roused when it was time for landing.&nbsp; &nbsp;We are on the final approach vector to the space port.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lord Octavian thought you would enjoy the view from the cockpit of the <em>Fury</em> rather than strapped into the main ship lounge."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>07-10-2015, 13:56:55</strong>
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				Noooo, she didn't want to wake up her mind was screaming for rest, for real comfort and luxury.. and if she had been dreaming of her saviour and herself getting a bit more intimate she didn't want to spoil it, but no there was a voice calling to her and so her mind was breaking free of its dreams her and Octavian would have to resume in another dream, not that he would ever know what she had been thinking. <br><br>She opened her eyes and looked to Jaesa before she slowly moved to sit up a sigh escaping her lips. "I thought i would have a bit longer then that, or dare I ask how long I have been asleep for? " She slowly swung her legs from the cot and got up, stretching slowly, her eyes&nbsp; closed as she stretched the aching body, it would just have to get more rest later, hopefully. <br><br>She was greatful though she slowly nodded and made her way out of the room, Jaesa showing the way back to the cockpit for which she was glad to see, she would hate to be hidden away like some precious fragile item, she wanted to see the port. Her eyes took in every detail as she moved through the ship even down to the woman beside her, her silent companion, she wondered what crossed her mind, but she supposed she was just as curious about the princess as she was of her.&nbsp; <br><br>Entering the cock pit she looked at those in the room before moving to take a seat,&nbsp; she wanted to see all she could and even if she looked tired atleast she had, had some rest, some break from her thoughts she wondered if any of the others could say the same. <br><br>As the Fury came towards the space port Marina's breath escaped her. She took in every detail, storing it, saving it, she was glad that Octavian seemed to appreciate her want to be involved an she was happy he did, it showed he understood her in more ways then anyone else had in her life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>10-10-2015, 01:59:28</strong>
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				Octavian was lost in dreams, and these were not the dreams of some possible future offered up by the Force.&nbsp; No, this dream was all about the Princess, and had nothing to do with his protection of her.&nbsp; He was wearing nothing save for the under breeches for his armor, much as he was when he was brought on board the <em>Fury</em> in Marina's presence.&nbsp; The other difference between this time and the last was the lack of wounds from battle, the blistered skin from the intense heat of blaster fire, the near third degree burns from point impacts.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is not to say his body is unmarred, as there are a series of fine scars about his body, almost as if there was an intricacy to them. <br><br>The other feature about his body was the the intricate body tattoo that wrapped about his upper arms, over his chest and ribs, then about the small of his back and hips to finish with wrapping about his thighs.&nbsp; The bulk of the tattoo was black, but with a red edge to it, and while most of it was stark angular lines tied together in some intricate knot work, the right pectoral had the image of a roaring pride lion, the old coat of arms for his house.&nbsp; There was a pair of small blades crossed over the lion's head.<br><br>Marina was different as well.&nbsp; Gone was the woman in well worn jump suit and the hair that seemed to have a mind of its own yet looked right on her no matter the situation.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her hair was done up in what looked like a simple hair style putting her hair up, but when one looked closer it really was an intricate series of braids intertwined with one another.&nbsp; &nbsp; It made her look like a vision, it made her look like the Princess he always pictured in his mind.<br><br>She was wearing the sheerest Kandori silk, almost as if she were wearing nothing at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her long legs were exposed and wrapped in fine gold chains to leather sandals.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was a gold chain about her waist, and more gold and diamonds and sapphires in her hair.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian's breath hitched as he could see the dark outline of her nipples, the press of her sex covered in fine trimmed hair visible as well.&nbsp; &nbsp; The silk floated and danced in the air and seemed to have a life of its own as it flowed and caressed about Octavian as she closed the distance and pressed her body against his.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand touched his chest and caressed the hard muscle that was his chest.&nbsp; &nbsp;He watched with his rich blue eyes as she almost delicately traced a finger about the lines of his tattoo, following the angular lines of it from chest, down to his waist, back up to the right nipple where the roaring lion was.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she was done with her soft and teasing exploration, she looked up at him with her stunning and expressive eyes, so wide as he noticed before, only this time it was not with fear or wonder, but something more primal and needing.&nbsp; &nbsp; Octavian could not resist the pull and his hand start at her waist, touching silk and bare skin at the same time.&nbsp; He moved it up slowly as his mouth moved down towards hers at the same pace, the intent was to kiss her at the same time that his hand cupped and closed about her breast...<br><br><strong><em>"Octavian!&nbsp; &nbsp;Lord Octavin!&nbsp; &nbsp;My Lord you need to wake!&nbsp; &nbsp;Come on you big walking pile of muscle and sinew, wake up or I will make this the lousiest landing ever and toss your too hard, too tall, too damned sexy for your own good frame all about my cabin you took!"</em></strong><br><br>Octavian opened one slightly bloodshot eye, and glared murder at the all too causal form of Vette as she leaned against the open hatch, looking like she had just finished a dance set at the cantina and expected adoring and near maddening praise, as well as credits, from the crowd.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian was in the mood for neither, especially given how rudely he was woken up, and what he was woken up from.&nbsp; &nbsp;It seemed all too cruel to deny him the one intimate indulgence he would ever have with the Princess.&nbsp; His voice was a low growl that almost promised the same murder his glare did that seemed to not phase Vette in the least.<br><br><strong>"Did you just call me a walking pile of muscle and sinew?"</strong><br><br>Vette's smile on her features were far too innocent, and only made her look like she just finished having great sex.&nbsp; There literally was nothing the Twi-lek woman could do without it being taken as some form of sexual innuendo.&nbsp; <strong>"Me?&nbsp; No M'Lord, I would never do that.&nbsp; It must have been your mind playing tricks on you as you woke up from dead sleep, I heard that happens at times.&nbsp; &nbsp;We near final approach to Rhu Caenus.&nbsp; &nbsp;I pulled some strings and got us a secluded birth.&nbsp; &nbsp;We will have plenty of warning.&nbsp; &nbsp;You need to strap in and I assumed you wanted to do that from the cockpit?"</strong><br><br>Vette turned on her heel and started that swaying walk that one could not help but look at her long legs, her swaying ass, and her nice shoulders narrowing down to a neatly tapered waist.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian was a veteran and he was ready and outside Vette's cabin in less then twenty seconds, having caught up to Vette as they made the short walk tot he cockpit.&nbsp; On the way he saw Jaesa leave the cockpit and made her way to where the Princess was resting.&nbsp; &nbsp;It only distracted Octavian for a moment before he turned his attention back to his oh too innocent for her own good Twi-lek.<br><br><strong>"I also heard that you would crash my ship to toss my too big and I think the exact wording was "sexy" form all about your cabin?&nbsp; &nbsp;You offered me your cabin in the first place if I recall, since you were not using it while piloting the ship."</strong><br><br>Vette again with alluring and enticing grace slipped into the piloting station and did not even look over her shoulder.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"You must have some both high and low opinions of yourself M'Lord.&nbsp; &nbsp;I would never do something so unprofessional as crash my ship, and I would never call you sexy.&nbsp; &nbsp;You are human, and you smell funny."</strong>&nbsp; There was laughter in her tone as she started to move the <em>Fury</em> onto the final approach vector for their docking coordinates.<br><br>Octavian was about to respond when Jaesa arrived with the Princess.&nbsp; &nbsp;He snapped his jaw shut and growled a bit under his breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;He knew what he heard.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would make the all too smug chit pay.&nbsp; &nbsp;Maybe use the Force to lift her and dunk her into the ice cold streams.&nbsp; &nbsp; He had to put his thoughts of playful revenge aside and pull together something resembling professionalism.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was hard as when he looked at Marina all he could think about was the press of her body against his, and how good it felt as his hand and mouth nearly claimed her.&nbsp; &nbsp; The Sith Lord did not blush, but it was a near thing, and all of a sudden his armor was extremely uncomfortable for him, but at least it saved him from embarrassment in front of her.<br><br>Octavian cleared his throat and did his best to make his tone as calm and as professional as he had been with her in the past.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Greetings, your Highness.&nbsp; &nbsp;I hope got some rest.&nbsp; &nbsp;There will be time for more here shortly I am certain.&nbsp; &nbsp;We are about to dock at the Rhu Caenus Spaceport in the Kaamos Territory."</strong>&nbsp; The traditional lands of House Thul was left off unsaid as Octavian continued on.&nbsp; <strong>"As I said our purpose here is merely for you to re-establish contact with your house and your retainers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once we have and there is a new rendezvous location, we will then relocate.&nbsp; &nbsp;Right now we are in a defensible location that will give us plenty of forewarning if House Ulgo or Rist thinks they can strike at you here.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now, is there anything you need for you to establish the communications you need?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>10-10-2015, 21:43:44</strong>
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				She looked around at those in the cockpit, had she just missed something interesting? she could feel the tension, but it was not a negative one, she thought that the majority of them had a good relationship and she was actually a little jealous of that, she had never felt really connected with those around her, maybe the odd tutor or two that she could bond with. A Pang .. yes.. it was a pang of jealousy. But she pushed that away she had other things to do at the moment. <br><br>She brought her attention to Octavian and she offered a small smile. Only small she was still tired and she probably didn't look the best that she could be, her hair was a bit wild and there were dark rings under her bright eyes,&nbsp; there wasn't much she could do about that at the moment and she felt rather self conscious about it. She tried to shake that away too! <br><br>Slowly she moved her hands over her jump suit searching her pockets till she came across a small device that looked like a chit. She slowly held it up. "There are some old codes on here that i need to try, this is all i was given, if anyone answers they should know it is only I who has the codes as old as they are they were set up not long after i was born.&nbsp; They are possibly listening out for them, but only House Panteer and House Thul" She slowly held it out to him, one of the most valuable things i her possession. <br><br>With a soft sigh she looked out of the view port to see what was coming, this whole great big adventure and she was feeling rather over whelmed. She was worried that the codes wouldn't work. Or that somehow they would be found and it would be all for nothing, she didn't want to bring these people into danger either all because of her. She frowned a moment. <br><br>" Do we know any other contacts for House Thul? That a possible meeting could be set up as quiet as possible? or anyone that could reliably get a message from myself to them? they are not going to believe that any old person is the Princess, If i didn't look so much like my mother it wouldn't work.. " She was clutching at straws really that Octavian or any of the others might know anything that could help her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>14-10-2015, 18:47:26</strong>
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				As the Princess started to pat down her jumpsuit, all Octavian could think about was that intimate vision that was still only minutes old in his head.&nbsp; She even arched her back in the same manner that drew all of his attention to her perfect and pert breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp;in his mind he knew their shape and contours, that it would rest in his hand with ease, not too small but not to large that he could not cup and squeeze the majority of the flesh arched into his hand, her nipples the size of old gold pieces from Alderaan's past.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian felt heat flood to the palm of his right hand and the near uncontrollable urge at that moment to close the distance and finish what had been interrupted in his vision.<br><br>Octavian needed to break off the view and to clench his hand into a fist and will away the sensation before he could look back up to the Princess.&nbsp; &nbsp;By the time he did, she had stopped arching her back and held in her hand a code chip.&nbsp; &nbsp;He realized that he had not even heard what she had said for the last minute and had to fall back into the Force to bring back her words.&nbsp; &nbsp;At her words he thinned his lips in thought as he tried to think of their next best move.<br><br><strong>"I think our system can handle the chip.&nbsp; If not we will need to go search for a system that can."</strong>&nbsp; That drew a frown as he was not certain that the <em>Fury's</em> systems could handle the chip.&nbsp; &nbsp;The ship was of the more state of the art technology in fleet corvettes, and Imperial systems had a habit of being unfriendly or not compatible with older technologies.&nbsp; It was something that had plagued Imperial commando teams working behind enemy lines, and more than a few Sith, in the past, and he would not put it past it being an issue now and forcing Octavian to take the Princess off ship.&nbsp; If so perhaps Jaesa might have some old clothing that would fit the Princess.&nbsp; It was something Octavian made a note to ask about.<br><br><strong>"As to House Thul, I am not certain we should reach out towards them.&nbsp; &nbsp;I know that is odd for me to say so when we are located within their traditional lands, but House Thul is a house that likes to...hedge its bets.&nbsp; &nbsp;While there are some that would welcome you back with open arms, there are just as many still supporting House Ulgo, and perhaps selling information to House Rist as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;Your House contacts I would judge safe, but if we were to reach out to any other House I would say House Organa.&nbsp; &nbsp;While they are far from allies of the Sith Empire, they have dealt with me in the past, and fairly I might add."</strong><br><br>Octavian moved closer to the Princess, and as he did so that heat began in his pal all over.&nbsp; &nbsp;This time he managed to assuage it by putting it to the small of Marina's back and using the pressure there to guide her to a nearby terminal.&nbsp; Try as he might, he could not stop his hand from caressing the small of her back a little as if he could feel the skin under her jumpsuit that he remembered from his vision.&nbsp; <strong>"You can use this terminal to attempt the communications if you wish.&nbsp; As far as to the veracity of your claim, we can have our admin droid administer the DNA verification test and holo record the result.&nbsp; &nbsp; It might at least keep anyone dealing with you civil till they can administer tests of their own to collaborate."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>16-10-2015, 15:33:19</strong>
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				She knew there was something off like he didn't seem to be listening to what she said, his eyes had that slight vacent expression to them as he was watching her and that he was in his own world, which was rather odd, she wondered what would be crossing his mind so much to distract him, though if only she knew that their dreams whilst resting had been so similar. <br><br>She was concerned their ship would not handle the old chip but they had to try and so with his guiding hand on her back and having listened that House Organa may be a better choice.. It was interesting. Though he was probably right, she worried if the House would help her whilst she was in the hands of the Sith, not hat she held that against Octavian, if it wasn't for him she would be dead. <br><br>"I trust your judgement Octavian, we shall try house Organa first, though I worry how they will deal with the current situation. I am sure being at the hands of Imperials will not be to their best favour. " <br><br>She looked up into his face as he lead her to the terminal the han on her back brought though a rush of excitement, a thrill and a shiver that he was bound to feel. He was having a profound affect on her, not that she would try and .. let it show she was doing her best not to, let anything distract her but there was this strange connection they seemed to have, something she wanted to explore. <br><br>Steadying a shaking hand and then a shaking body she would using the chip, and see if it would help her contact House Organa, It was not going to be an easy task and so after letting the droid take a sample of DNA to prove to anyone that she was who she said she was. She would then record a holo video. If possible in the confines of the ship.<br><br>It was not the most glamorous of videos, though she quickly ran a brush through her hair there wasn't much she could do regarding the jump suit just yet. <br><br>"My name is Marina Panteer, Princess and sole heir to the house of Panteer and the throne of Alderaan I was not made public due to my mother wanting me to be kept safe from birth, and it is only through this that i have not been killed yet, my poor mother and brother have died needlessly and i now need to come forward and take the throne for my own but I need help, and support to do this, I am currently being cared for, by who it doesn't need to be said, but I need to make alliances and I am reaching out to those who are willing to give their support to my claim on the throne as soon as possible. I want to bring out planet back to its former glory. I need help. "It was a very heart felt plea, though she was not dressed regally there was just that edge about her that something different,&nbsp; that sent her apart from the commoners and the lower ranks. She also had her mothers looks and all her knew her would say that same. It would have taken clever planning to have her this way if she was a fraud. <br><br>She would look for support from those on the ship to see that she had done okay but really.. the only approval she seeked was from&nbsp; Octavian, he seemed to be the most in the know. She sighed softly however, there seemed to be so many things he needed to learn, and she would need to learn quick. She couldn't quite believe that her closest counsel at the moment was from a Sith.. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>19-10-2015, 06:21:13</strong>
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				Octavian watched at she approached the communications station.&nbsp; He could feel her body vibrate and quiver under his touch.&nbsp; He suspected that even despite her brief rest, everything was starting to catch up with her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once more he had to admire this young woman, perhaps even a bit more than he did Darth Imperious.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ever since the start of the civil war on Alderaan, ever since House Ulgo seized power, she had been on the run, unsure of who to trust for fear of them selling her for a handful of credits, moving from location to different location so the people that wanted her dead could never gain decent intelligence on where she was.&nbsp; &nbsp;It also had another impact of making her get in contact with potential allies extremely difficult.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a hard way to live, and she had been doing so for nearly a year.&nbsp; <br><br>The cost to her was something brought rage boiling up again inside him.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was an effort on his part to grab a hold of it and wrestle it under control.&nbsp; She would not understand why the rage was inside him.&nbsp; While Octavian had witnessed that she was already insightful, and full of unexpected talents and skills, he doubted that she had enough control over the Force to determine the source of the rage.&nbsp; &nbsp;While empathy was not one of his stronger talents with the Force, he could tell she was at the edge of exhaustion.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was another example of the will of the Force.&nbsp; &nbsp;He doubted that she could have kept up on the run for much longer.&nbsp; &nbsp;The fact that her enemies had found her and were as close as they were was evidence enough.&nbsp; &nbsp;Had Octavian not found her when he did, had the Jedi not found her when she did, then Marina would be dead, and that had to be in the back of her mind as well that she avoided death this day.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even if she had experienced similar situations in the past, that also had to be another emotional burden for her.<br><br>She did not display any hint of exhaustion or that emotional strain when she started to record her message.&nbsp; She stood there, regal, proud, noble.&nbsp; In that brief message Octavian realized she had been doing herself a disservice.&nbsp; &nbsp;The natural charisma she commanded, Octavian did not know of half the officers or Sith in the Empire that radiated command and leadership as she did.&nbsp; &nbsp;There would be doubts of course, and if their enemies managed to intercept and decode this transmission, they would do their best to discredit it, to discredit her, but there would be a majority of people out there that would need no further proof than what was put before them.&nbsp; &nbsp;It would fan and rekindle something inside them that they thought perhaps was lost.<br><br>It would give them Hope.<br><br>Hope, such a small word, inadequate to convey the scope and impact the emotion had.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was a reason why in Imperial war doctrine that it was an objective to destroy any source of hope and will in the enemy when engaging them.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was why when the Imperial Navy engaged its enemies in combat why it did so with overwhelming force.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was why the Sith called upon fear and intimidation for such were the antithesis to those emotions, for hope combined with will was such a powerful motivator it had in countless times changed the course of history when the outcome was all but decided.&nbsp; &nbsp;It prevented the Mandalorains from conquering the Republic, it had stopped and nearly destroyed the Sith Empire more than once, more than twice, and had brought the Empire to its knees once more.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yes, if he was House Ulgo and he witnessed this transmission he too would be very afraid, and if they had not pooled and pitted all their resources to finding and killing the Princess, they would be do so now without a doubt.<br><br>That was a scenario to tackle another time.&nbsp; &nbsp;The next course of action was rest.&nbsp; &nbsp;Whether or not his crew realized it, Battle Mediation would have taxed them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not to the extent that it had himself and the Princess, but he needed his crew sharp and fresh for the next phase of the operation to restore the Princess to her throne and to utterly destroy her enemies.&nbsp; &nbsp;They might not have reasoned it, but they had drawn their last breath this day with their attack on Marina.&nbsp; &nbsp;The children might be spared, but anyone that had a hand in plotting her death was dead.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would see to it.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was the Empire's Wrath and he was about to bring brutal and righteous judgment to Alderaan.<br><br>Octavian walked over to Marina, and he reached out to her.&nbsp; He cupped her face in his large hand, his thumb lightly caressing the side of her mouth in a surprising intimate gesture on his part.&nbsp; &nbsp;His voice was soft, at odds with his large and imposing frame, and full of admiration and pride for the woman that stood before him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"All hail Queen Marina, first of her name, the rightful ruler of Alderaan.&nbsp; Long live the Queen."</strong>&nbsp; He looked deep into her eyes and that bond, that emotional connection between the two of them was stronger than before.&nbsp; &nbsp;Their fates were intertwined and what was at stake here was more than the future of Alderaan.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sense of it, the scope of it pressed upon them both, but it was not a weight to make them buckle, at least not for Octavian, but for him to square his shoulders and meet it head on as the Lord of the Sith.<br><br>He turned, not breaking his contact with the Princess.&nbsp; &nbsp;The entirety of his crew was there, all of them with looks of profound and fierce respect for Marina clear upon their features.&nbsp; Octavian first locked his eyes with Vette.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Vette, be sure that the signal is relayed through multiple communication nodes and holo-net transponders.&nbsp; &nbsp;I do not want our enemies to find out where it came from and our location."</strong>&nbsp; Octavian gave a slight turn of his head and then fixed his attention upon Major Quinn.&nbsp; <strong>"Major, I want you to reach out to General Gesselle Organa.&nbsp; While we were not allies my last operation on Alderaan, I do believe we had built up a measure of mutual respect for one another.&nbsp; &nbsp;Be sure she sees the transmission, confirm that it is legitimate and we have the means to verify, and that the Princess is requesting assistance from House Organa."</strong><br><br>Finally Octavian gave a sweeping gaze to the rest of his crew.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was an odd collection of personnel, with two aliens, a Twi-lek, and a Talz that to this moment had not been been seen, as well as the three humans, two Imperial military forces, one that many would not be blamed if they thought her a Jedi Knight.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps it was because of this seemingly mismatched and irregular support that Octavian was successful as he was.&nbsp; &nbsp;That they were beyond competent, exception even, had already been established.&nbsp; &nbsp;A formidable crew, and a solid core of allies Marina could not have hoped for.&nbsp; <strong>"The rest of you get some rest, standard shifts.&nbsp; &nbsp;Until we have more intelligence and solid allies, we are waiting, and there is no guarantee for rest in the future once we start to restore the Princess to her throne." </strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Octavian finally removed his hand from Marina's cheek and moved it again to the small of her back.&nbsp; <strong>"The same for you, your Highness.&nbsp; After we have Toovee take and record him taking and displaying the results of your genetic scan, then you should rest again yourself.&nbsp; &nbsp;I promise you that we shall wake you when anything of significance happens.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you could come with me, please?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>19-10-2015, 12:35:35</strong>
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				She felt the fight or flight urge rush through her, there was so much that could be done so much that needed to be done, and said and she said what she felt like she could say. There was only so much she could do or else it would be waffling, her heart felt plea for help was not going to go unnoticed those ice blue eyes were intriguing for all those that knew her, along with the raven black hair, even if tired to the point of exhaustion she was stunning and that wouldn't be unnoticed. Not that she would ever say she was stunning she didn't think of herself that way. She was just Marina. <br><br>After finding Octavian, she was lost, lost in his gesture, his touch was intimate and soft on her face, it almost didn't seem to matter to him that the rest of the crew were watching and had been watching her, let alone them. Was it not strange to them to see the great big Sith lord to see him being so intimate, caring, gentle with her. She couldn't find her words for the moment her eyes searching his face when he called her Queen. The colour from her face drained. This was the reality, she was due to be Queen. This was the fight they were going to have. She didn't actually know if she was ready and the realisation hit her hard. <br><br>She watched him command the rest of the crew with ease and they all seemed to quickly follow his orders, practically running to undertake them but there was no running they were just quick to their actions. She knew they were going to go and do his orders, though she was nervous about his crew, he reassured her through his actions that they were a good lot for the most part and she felt safe. <br><br>His hand moved to the small of her back and she slowly nodded trying to regain some of that lost composure but she would follow him to find Toovee to record and take the genetic sample, she had nothing to loose, nothing to fear she knew who she was and it would be evident enough for all to see when it was done. <br><br>After the recording, it would be when she spoke. " Why does it feel like I have had no sleep? even though I know I have rested. Is that battle meditation that draining? " She was just curios but she slowly turned her eyes up at him watching him carefully. She knew if she needed sleep and rest so much at the moment the he would too. "Since I have stolen your quarters.. where are you sleeping? I do not wish to displace you " And she meant that, the conviction in her voice said it all. <br><br>She would follow him back to his quarters, and stood there unsure. There were questions she needed to ask but didn't know where to start. "Do you think House Organa will get back in touch with us? " There was that unease in her voice that uncertainty the frightened young woman unsure of her path. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>23-10-2015, 22:05:36</strong>
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				The medical exam and holo went off without any issues and at least TooVee understood the prime requirement and had multiple holo-vids taking place at different angles and compressed all of them together.&nbsp; With that information it would give weight that the video was not faked.&nbsp; Too many elements to match up and doctor.&nbsp; That is to say it was not impossible.&nbsp; Vette could possibly put together something of the effect, but it would take a day or more to do.&nbsp; Not enough time had elapsed since the Princess came under Octavian's custody for that type of forgery work to take place.&nbsp; The video also documented that the Princess who was she said she was, Marina Panteer.&nbsp; Once it was finished, TeeVee sent the packet to Major Quinn for him to attach to his communication with General Organa.<br><br>On the way towards the Princess' cabin, he gave a wry chuckle at her question.&nbsp; &nbsp;He than gave himself a reproving shake of his head before he spoke to her.&nbsp; <strong>"I am sorry, Highness, my laugh was more at the situation than directed at you.&nbsp; I did forget for a moment that all of this is new to you.&nbsp; Even under the best of circumstances Battle Meditation is a trying and taxing discipline.&nbsp; You are reaching out to tap and connect multiple living beings whose nature is to be independent and to synchronizing their actions together as if they were one individual with a large capacity to multi-task.&nbsp; For you to do so with no training, yes I can see why it has felt like you have had no rest.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you like I can see some high protein rations are sent to you to aid your body in recovering.&nbsp; &nbsp;At this point the best recovery for you is food and rest."</strong><br><br>They have reached the door to what used to be his cabin and he gave a somewhat warm if wicked smile at her words as he spoke again in that easy and cultured voice of his.&nbsp; It seemed to have taken on a more intimate and easy cadence when speaking to her, especially alone.&nbsp; <strong>"It is indeed my quarters, but please do keep them with my blessing, Highness.&nbsp; Vette has allowed me the use of her quarters and she is bunking in spare crew bunk, or so she says.&nbsp; &nbsp;More than likely she is sharing Jaesa's bunk since the spare crew quarter's bunks are about as hard as durasteel,&nbsp; She is fine with it or she never would have offered it up, so do not concern yourself Highness.&nbsp; You more among anyone else need rest more so than any of us."</strong><br><br>At her worried expression he stepped in close and was a mountain of confidence that he shared with her as he reached out and touched her face with that surprising and touching intimate gesture to her, cupping the left side of her face and rubbing at the corner of her mouth with his thumb.&nbsp; <strong>"I do believe they will respond.&nbsp; They will be very cautious, and they have good reason to be so.&nbsp; Darth Malgus ran a brutal campaign on Alderaan so Imperial resentment is deep, and it is not misplaced.&nbsp; That being said, General Gesselle Organa has dealt with me fairly in the past when I was on planet, and I saved many of her men from House Rist and House Ulgo forces.&nbsp; We parted on friendly and mutually respectful terms.&nbsp; She will be cautious, but she will respond.&nbsp; I am certain of it."</strong><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>26-10-2015, 12:10:46</strong>
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				There were so many things to consider, there were plenty of dangers and she had to hope that General Gesselle Organa would be willing to help her at her time in need. The other houses were not gong to be impressed with her coming out of the wood work so to speak and it was just an added worry to her. She she shook her head, she was worrying about the danger, to the crew but they were well trained Imperials.. and they had Octavian it would be a big feat to defeat them all. <br><br>She laughed a moment as he said that Vette was allowing him use of her own quarters and she looked at him carefully. " I am sure that Vette will want to steal her quarters back as soon as possible it is always to have your own space, but sure they would all do anything to help and obey you. I am just the nuisance for now the mission I suppose. I thank you for your space Octavian and everything else today. " <br><br>She met his gaze when he stepped in close, touching her face with such a easy caress she tried not to let the feeling go straight through her but it did. His intention to reassure her did, but at the same time it sent feelings flooding her system that .. could be deemed as a distraction. Her heart thrumming she stood on her tip toes and she brushed her lips to his cheek before settling and moving back. <br><br>" Please reassure me you will go and get some more rest as well, you have done more then any on this ship and I do not wish the be placed above anyone else for the moment. I am only Marina here.. please. " That was only going to be here though, she knew she was going to have to take up that position in time. To make more of herself, if she was meant to be Queen she would have to act like it soon. And all notions of sexual attraction and emotional bonds? she didn't know what would happen there. <br><br>"please wake me when there is some response. I do not wish to miss any more. " As much as she felt exhaustion she couldn't miss anything else. She slowly moved herself back opening his quarters unless he wanted her for anything else she would bid him goodbye her eyes lingering on him. Too many thoughts would possibly keep her away or she would be taken once more with a deep sleep. After so long running she knew she was going to have to get some rest to be good to anyone! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 23:47:43</strong>
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				Octavian did not release his hand from her face yet.&nbsp; He continued that intimate touch and connection, even stepping into her a bit.&nbsp; &nbsp;His broad chest lightly pressed against hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was because he needed to step closer to hear her, that was what he told himself.&nbsp; As he listened to her words he gave a rueful smile to her request and there was a bit of mischief in his voice as she spoke.&nbsp; It displayed that there was a bit of humor inside Octavian, unusual for a Sith Lord to be certain but it spoke volumes as the type of man that Octavian was and that he was a far cry from the typical damning characterizations of the Sith and the brutal actions many of them take.<br><br><strong>"If that is what her Highness wishes, then I will be happy to address her Highness as Marina when the situation permits, your Highness.&nbsp; In turn you can call me Lord, or Lord Sith, or Lordship."</strong>&nbsp; His smile and his laugh after he said the words were proof he was teasing her a bit, perhaps to break the weight of the moment that had settled upon them both.&nbsp; Humor had a way of reducing stress and lightening one's emotional weight they are carrying, even if for a few moments, especially when the source of that humor was coming from a man that could intimidate hardened assassins with a look.<br><br><strong>"In all seriousness, I will address you as Marina as you wish when we are in private and please feel free to call me Octavian.&nbsp; I can assure you that my sleep and rest will shortly follow yours, if not beat you too it as I am heading to Vette's quarters now to rest.&nbsp; Also yes, we will be certain to wake you when we have any new or meaningful information."</strong> <br><br>Octavian had to resist leaning down and kissing Marina.&nbsp; He did not know why he did, as by her body language it seemed like she would welcome the advance.&nbsp; All he could point too it did not seem right to do so at the time.&nbsp; Still, he slowly and reluctantly released his hand from her person, and waited for her to enter his former quarters before turning and moving to Vette's quarters.&nbsp; There his exhaustion was apparent as it took effort on his part to use the Force to remove his armor and clothing, a headache settling behind his eyes.&nbsp; He strained himself, and in a selfish thought, despite the risk of exposure, hoped that it was several hours before information got to them.<br><br>His head hit the pillows and less then five minutes later he was asleep.&nbsp; Once more his visions and dreams were filled of Marina, many times with her in some form of what he would consider near erotic attire reaching out to him.&nbsp; Octavian would reach Marina, would almost touch her, then it would fade away to another dream or vision.&nbsp; Over and over and over again.<br><br>It would indeed be several hours later when Marina would again feel Jaesa's gentle touch upon her shoulder.&nbsp; <strong>"Highness?&nbsp; We have a response back from General Organa.&nbsp; &nbsp;We have a bit of time before a response is required so if you wish to use the refresher to shower and have a meal prepared for you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>30-10-2015, 18:51:20</strong>
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				She had laughed softly as he joked with her about what to call her, she had not thought that she should really be calling him Lord, It didn't seem to have crossed her mind! She had rather liked to call him Octavian. <br><br>She was enjoying his hand on her face far too much as well as his close approach to her but she had to bid him good night. Or rather a good rest! She retired to his chambers, or rather her own for now, she knew she needed to rest, and she did try her best to. Sleep would be easy to come for her once more, and as much as his dreams were filled with her, her own where filled with him. <br><br>Though not all so erotic, not all dreams were nice. Some part of her conscious was telling her that he was still a Sith, she relived the battles she had seen just recently through her head, the powerful Octavian coming to save her yes, there was a connection, a wonderful strange and new connection but her savior was also a very dangerous man. Part of that fact terrified her, though she could not think he would hurt her. <br><br>She was startled from her sleep when Jaesa woke her once more and she bolted up to a sitting position before she looked to the woman beside her. There had been a response and she took a deep breath. She wondered what the General had said. <br><br>She reached a hand up to brush through her hair breathing carefully. "Is there any chance anyone has any clothes i could borrow? I'm not sure this jumpsuit could live another day.... if not a shower and food would be devine" She smiled at the woman trying to banish the bad dreams and fears, There was only so much she could worry about, Octavian, ... she knew in somehow.. that he would not hurt her. <br><br>The staff here wouldn't either. Well .. some of them anyway. She studied Jaesa carefully. " Did you get any rest?" She hoped the woman did, she was starting to care bout his team and their welfare, as after all they were indeed helping her. She slowly moved to get up off of the bed to find would this time would now bring her! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>04-11-2015, 04:32:36</strong>
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				Jaesa made a gesture towards one of the chair in the room where a dark maroon jumpsuit and some armor attachment pieces for Marina's chest, wrists, and thighs.&nbsp; The armor pieces were in the color of House Panteer.&nbsp; Jaesa made a smile to Marina as she noticed the disorientation of sleep had fled.&nbsp; <strong>"Lord Octavian anticipated that and had Lieutenant Pierce prepare this for you, your Highness.&nbsp; I can assist you if you wish, but the attachments are indeed easy to put on.&nbsp; Once you are ready, there is a hot meal prepared for you in the ships galley where Lord Octavian will join you."</strong>&nbsp; Jaesa then steps outside for Marina to use the refresher if she so wished, and only re-entered the cabin if Marina needed assistance with attachments to the jumpsuit.<br><br>Once Marina was ready, Jaesa walked with her down to the galley.&nbsp; <strong>"I did manage to rest, thank you Highness, in fact all on board did.&nbsp; It has been an uneventful twelve hours here.&nbsp; The message from General Organa only came in within the last hour, but Lord Octavian thought it would be best if you had at least a hot meal and caf inside you before you speak to the General.&nbsp; &nbsp;Here you are Highness, if you will excuse me, it is still my shift."</strong>&nbsp; With that Jaesa gave a bow to Marina and then walked away towards the cockpit.<br><br>Jaesa was not wrong about the caf as the strong and enticing scent was already outside the galley, as was the other savory scents of hot food.&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside the galley, Octavian was there dressed in a simple tunic and pants.&nbsp; He bowed towards her and made a gesture to the simple and functional table with a layout of savory food prepared.&nbsp; <strong>"Marina, a pleasure again.&nbsp; Please, sit.&nbsp; &nbsp;I did not know exactly what you might want so I had a sample of food from our planet prepared.&nbsp; You need not worry about being rushed.&nbsp; The General did not expect an immediate response back."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 08:01:21</strong>
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				She was surprised that they had thought of these things, very surprised. She studied the clothes that were pointed out to her and she smiled slowly. Well it would save wearing the jump suit for another day and she could have the thing incinerated. She did not want to see it again. It was a sign of the bad things. This was the time to move onwards. <br><br>"Thank you Jaesa, I will get ready and be with you shortly" She would wait for Jaesa to leave, which to give the woman credit she did promptly, she then went to use the refresher, possibly spending far longer then anticipated as it felt so much better to feel clean, refreshed, the lingers of the night mare stripped away.&nbsp; When she was through she managed to get into the dark Maroon jumpsuit, though it would take her some time with the armor, she did not give in and ask for help! Nope. Though she knew when she was Queen she would more then likely have people dressing her, which just seemed rather foreign to her! <br><br>She was much more clear headed and faced when she exited the cabin and followed Jaesa to the galley, she couldn't believe that 12 hours had passed! had she really been asleep that long? Well she couldn't grumble about not getting any sleep.&nbsp; She nodded in response not very much up to talking just yet as Jaesa escaped to the cockpit. <br><br>As she entered the galley her eyes went to Octavian, that spike of worry just hit her a moment before disapaiting to the usual sudden spike of attraction she had for the man, even for him being dressed simply.&nbsp; She couldn't believe the sight of food on the table, there was so much, slowly she moved to take a seat smiling a little at Octavian. <br><br>" It seems you know what i want before i want it. "She laughed softly and took a look at he food before she would take a sample of toasted bread and some preserve to go with it before she let her eyes drift to Octavian once more. <br><br>"Thank you for thinking of the new set of clothes, I was concerned i was going to have to live in that other one for a bit longer and I wasn't sure it would last. This is very comfortable and i can see practical.&nbsp; &nbsp;I hope you managed to get some sleep&nbsp; Jaesa has said it has been 12 hours and the General has't long since replied,&nbsp; I take it you have seen the response? is it favourable?" She assumed it was, there didn't seem to be that tension in the air, though she was curious what the General had said, she needed to eat first and she would make sure she got a good sampling! .. and had some of the Caf! that was important to have. <br><br>When she had finished and only had the Caf to hand enjoying the warming aroma's. " Have you had something to eat Lord Octavian? Please don't just sit and watch me partake. " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>13-11-2015, 02:00:28</strong>
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				Octavian had a relaxed look about his features about as he straightened from his bow, and even offered a light chuckle as he saw her reaction to the fresh caf.&nbsp; His voice was even light and playful as he spoke, once more the sophisticated and resonate accent of Alderaan in his words as they reverberate in the air.&nbsp; Octavian had the type of voice that he would only need to whisper and people would stop what they were doing to listen, and do more than stop what they were doing if his voice was more than such.&nbsp; There was something light and at ease when he was using this mirthful tone, as if the situation at hand was not dire or stressful in the least.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps I should have dressed in some form of light armor, or even heavy armor.&nbsp; &nbsp;If I had been between you and the caf right now I think, Princess, I would be flat on my back looking up wonder what angry kath hound just ran me over and wondering why there were azure starlings circling and chirping above my head."</strong><br><br>Octavian did join Marina in sitting down, and he waited till she had first servings on the caf and the food before he started pile up his plate.&nbsp; His choices ran heavy to meat and starches and perhaps food that many would not consider completely healthy, but hardy and filling as well as tasty.&nbsp; He took a sip of his caf, and gave out his own sigh of pleasure at the rich and blended taste before he spoke again.<br><br><strong>"Oh trust me Marina, you never have to force me at all to eat decent food.&nbsp; One never knows with the missions we are tasked where the next decent meal might come from so any with decent food is savored and enjoyed.&nbsp; I did get rest and I feel quite well, I thank you for asking.&nbsp; As for your attire, well when you did face the Nobles of Alderaan, I wanted you to be able to do so without feeling as if you were a refugee or a beggar.&nbsp; It was my honor and pleasure to see to you, and we will continue to do so, Marina."</strong><br><br>Octavian started to dig into his meal, enjoying the rich tastes as the discussion moved onto the message from General Organa.&nbsp; He finished off the slice of meat that he had and washed it down with caf before his spoke about it.&nbsp; <strong>"The message, after we decrypted it, stated it was for your eyes only, so no one has opened it yet.&nbsp; I figured you could at least feel like the Princess you are before dealing with it, hence the change in armor, giving you the option to enjoy the refresher, as well as fresh caf and a meal."</strong>&nbsp; He still chuckled and smiled to her when he spoke about the caf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 14:10:30</strong>
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				She laughed softly as he commented on her reaction to the caf and she shook her head a moment partaking in the caf she had in hand she watched him carefully, just studying him for a curious moment seeing him pile his plate with meats and little else she figured it was just because of what he needed energy wise and possible his taste. <br><br>It was very strange to once more have someone serving her, without feeling like she had to be worried about being betrayed though it was always at the back of her mind and she couldn't help that, she picked up some of the meats and decided to pick at those as she listened to him and saw him enjoying&nbsp; his food so much, she hoped the rest of the crew would feel the same. <br><br>" I am surprised you let me sleep so late, even if i did need it, I do hope i seemed more awake then before? I want to be alert to take in this message! " Though she was curious that he hadn't already seen it, she was eager to eat and see what the General had, had to say. <br><br>When she had, had what she thought was more than enough food for a princess.. and possibly a bit more besides! she would move to stand finishing the caf and getting another she took a deep breath as if steadying herself. <br><br>"Please let us go and see this message and see if it is favourable" She offered that worried smile before following him. <br><br>She would take a seat, this was no grand audience to see if the general wanted to help her it was just for her and she allowed Octavian to be present, everyone else had to leave, after all it was for her attention. <br><br>She steeled herself as if she was with the real person and then nodded her head to listen to the General and the decoded message. <br><br>General Organa was older then Marina thought but she was an interesting figure and Marina couldn't help but smile as she listened to the message. <br><br>"Marina Panteer, your highness I am satisfied that your DNA and your presence in the last message is enough to confirm who you are,&nbsp; you are practically the spitting image of your mother and the same eyes as your brother, there is no denying who you must be and I am grateful to receive your message of help. I would be happy to grant you support Princess, But i would also like to meet you, and see where we stand. I believe you are working with the Sith and this though does not fully concern me it may be a cause of concern for others and so it needs to be discussed, as soon as possible. Please arrange for a safe place to meet where we could discuss going forward together for a better world.&nbsp; "With a nod the message ended and Marina was able to take stock of what was said. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>28-11-2015, 05:46:48</strong>
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				When Marina had finished and wanted to see General Organa's message, Octavian pushed back from the table and stood, bowing to her and making a gesture towards the conference room that was a part of the ship.&nbsp; <strong>"As you command, my Princess.&nbsp; Turn left here as we had the message forwarded to the holo-terminal that is in the conference room.&nbsp; I thought you might want a bit of privacy with the message the first time, so we would not be disturbed there.&nbsp; If you would follow me please."</strong><br><br>Octavian moved ahead of her and kept a normal pace so Marina would not need hurry her own steps to catch up or to stay in step with him.&nbsp; It was only about another fifteen meters to the entrance of the conference room.&nbsp; Octavian was prepared to wait outside till Marina included him.&nbsp; It spoke volumes to the amount of trust the Princess had in Octavian now.&nbsp; He merely need to make certain that such trust was not abused.&nbsp; Much of the future of the Empire rode on what happened here in Alderaan.&nbsp; &nbsp;Darth Imperius and Darth Marr were far from unintelligent and they saw the future of the war only ended with defeat for the Empire.&nbsp; &nbsp;They could make it costly for the Republic to be certain, and drag it out for years, but three years, five years, what did it mater when defeat was defeat and vindictiveness took over, making the state of being in the Empire even worse.<br><br>The outcome for himself, for Octavian's Mistress was simple, death or continuous exile, always on the run from bounty hunters or Jedi wanting to end the threat the Sith represented.&nbsp; No, the only future for the Empire was to end the war now, through Diplomacy, keeping what it had.&nbsp; Such a shift in strategy should work, for the Republic was sick of the war, and an honest chance to have it end, for the threat that the Sith represented to be gone, was far too tempting.&nbsp; Not even their Supreme Chancellor could stop such a thing, and she was perhaps among the most radical war mongers out there.&nbsp; It might mean some difficult concessions on the part of the Sith, but such things could be endured.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then the Sith could rebuild, and bring the promise of Order to their vast Empire.&nbsp; &nbsp;Alderaan was the key.&nbsp; &nbsp;With their support, Darth Imperious could gain the support of other core worlds, such as Corellia and Bathmora.&nbsp; Yes, much was at stake.<br><br>So much so that Octavian paid very close attention to Giselle Organa's message, picked it apart in his brain, looking for the hidden blade to stab in the back, for such was the nature of politics in Alderaan of late, even for a noble house such as Organa.&nbsp; &nbsp;When the message was finished and Marina turned towards Octavian, he made a gesture with his hand as well as a graceful shrug of his shoulders.&nbsp; <strong>"I cannot tell unless the General is in front of me if her statements are sincere or not.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is cautious, as we expected her to be.&nbsp; &nbsp;It will take us little time to set up a secure meeting zone.&nbsp; &nbsp;I would suggest someplace outside of Organa control, in fact out of most of the Houses control where if this did turn into a trap, we would hold the upper edge in getting you to safety.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can check with the military liaison here on Alderaan for a place that is under Imperial influence, if you like?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>03-12-2015, 12:11:12</strong>
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				If she did not want him in the room she would not have asked him in there, she owed him her life, and she couldn't deny him the chance to see if there was anything hidden in the message from the General.&nbsp; There were questions she would need to ask him eventually, like what did helping her gain for him in the long run, how did it help the sith? Though she didn't trust the Jedi any more especially as they didn't seem capable of helping her and that was shown when they were nearly caught. <br><br>She sat silent a long moment as she thought through the message, she was more regal then she realised in times like these, a posed look about her face. She breathed deeply she had to trust her feelings she knew this. And her feelings told her to trust Octavian, even if there was a sexual desire between them she couldn't let that cloud her judgement. Slowly she nodded with his response. " That is a sound idea Octavian,&nbsp; we do not wish to be trapped as there is&nbsp; much to gain by many sides here, but we need to keep this as quiet as possible, please no offence I am not overly keen to be under Imperial guard and I am sure those who wish to help won't be either but I suppose it is more or less neutral ground. " She let out a small breath and then slowly moved to stand up. <br><br>"Don't suppose I could go and have some more of that Caf?" she slowly gave him a cheeky smile that tension dribbling a way just a little. she had to be strong and she was stronger then she realised. <br><br>"I do not think Organa will set a trap, though i am concerned that other houses may find out there is a meeting, I do hope the lines of communication are kept quiet enough for this to happen ".... she didn't want more blood shed or attempts on her life so soon but she knew they would be immediate. <br><br>She slide her eyes from him lifting a hand to brush back that fall of raven black hair her mind in tumbles.. she slowly turned to head out and back to find the caf.. priorities ! .. She needed to clear her head a little, between sexual tense dreams and all this madness it was a wonder she was able to be Marina at all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 05:24:36</strong>
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				Octavian considered Marina's words and looked to be lost in thought as he paced the floor a bit.&nbsp; That was one tick the academy or Korriban never beat out of him, the need to pace when he wanted to think.&nbsp; Yes, there was the need to keep the other Houses out of this meeting at first.&nbsp; Octavian was fairly convinced that General Organa had a good grasp on operational security, the same could not be said for other elements that were in play, and even though Octavian was a loyal Imperial, he knew there were elements in the military that were more loyal to their bank accounts than to the concept of the Empire itself.&nbsp; So trying to secure a location through Imperial contacts was an unnecessary security risk.<br><br>Octavian came to a stop and looked back at Marina, the though in his head coming to form and gaining words.&nbsp; <strong>"You are right which means using the Imperial liaison.&nbsp; What we could do instead is something that House Rist and Ulgo would never see coming.&nbsp; Vette and Jaesa could use their own contact here on planet and secure us a location.&nbsp; It would be something that they would not consider, as many, not even in the Empire, know of my crew and their connections.&nbsp; I trust them, and they know the security risks to you if they are not careful.&nbsp; Would that work for you, Princess.? </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 13:17:26</strong>
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				She had not even considered that the members of his crew his team might have contacts, liaisons that they would use to help with her situation but that was why he would help her and that is why she needed it. At the moment she felt like she didn't have many options that didn't involve some sort of death mark price over her head. <br><br>She had watched him pace, and it was a habit she did not expect to come from him so it surprised her she was curious what else she might learn about him, after all there was alot to this man before her. <br><br>" That sounds like the best way forward and like a plan, if we could do it sooner rather then later it would be good thank you. I will consider a reply to the General when we have a firmer understanding of where and how we wish to go forward " She gave a brief smile before she wanted to leave the room. That caf was calling after all and her mind was whirling with&nbsp; information. <br><br>"Will you go and get Vette and Jaesa so we could discuss this or would you have a quiet word with them yourself?" Maybe with her time with the team she would find out their connections for herself. She did wonder where all this was going and if she would be able to still be in contact with them all whatever the outcome of her trying to become Queen. Everything seemed up in the air! <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>21-12-2015, 23:21:24</strong>
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				Octavian bowed and and also had a playful smirk upon his features when Marina mentioned the caf again.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was starting to become comfortable in a way about the Princess, which was odd as he never had before.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian's former House was nothing prestigious, rich, or influential.&nbsp; &nbsp;In truth they were nobility in name, history, and tradition only.&nbsp; If ever Alderaan had a culling of Houses from the list of patents then House Valadius would likely be struck from the lists.&nbsp; As such when around other nobility, for the Empire seemed to attract planets with such a hierarchy of government, he always felt like he had something to prove that he was indeed better than them.&nbsp; It did not help the fact that many of those so called nobility during training on Korriban.<br><br>This was not the case with the Princess.&nbsp; Indeed despite the fact that he was a Sith Lord, a named Darth, he did not feel superior or the need to grind Marinia's nose into the ground.&nbsp; No in fact he was respectful and diffident towards her.&nbsp; Now in his mind having her alone was different and he wanted her to be anything but in a superior role to him.&nbsp; The opposite in fact was the case and he wanted her to kneel before him, could see it clearly in his mind and the fact that she was nude in this sudden flash of an image.&nbsp; Octavian had to shake his head to dispel it from his mind and refocus.&nbsp; Now was not the time for such erotic flights of fantasy.&nbsp; He was near certain that their might be a chance to indulge in the far future, especially when Marina felt indebted to Octavian for securing her crown, but now here, not now.<br><br><strong>"I will bring them Princess, and the Caf as well as food for us to snack upon and we can discuss the next course of action.&nbsp; If you will wait here and be comfortable?"</strong>&nbsp; Octavian waited for her response, then left the conference room.&nbsp; The first thing he did was to get TooVee to move the caf and set up other refreshments in the conference room and to see that the Princess needs were met.&nbsp; Next he went to gather up Vette and Jaesa.&nbsp; Vette was relaxing in the main lounge of the ship, playing some game of chance that she forbade Octavian from ever playing against her when she lost more credits than she wanted too.&nbsp; She learned a hard lesson that day about trying to cheat a Sith.&nbsp; She was lucky it was Octavian she was playing against.&nbsp; Jaesa was sleeping in the cabin she was now sharing with Vette, needing it more than Vette after Marina's display of Battle Mediation.&nbsp; &nbsp;Octavian sent Vette to wake Jaesa, figuring if someone used the Force to throw something at the offender trying to wake Jaesa that it be Vette that bore the brunt of that instead of Octavian.<br><br>Octavian's caution was for naught as there was no scream or cry from Vette as she woke Jaesa.&nbsp; Octavian arrived first in the conference room, pleased to see that the caf had been brought for Marina, as well as the sweet and savory hors d'oeuvers.&nbsp; Octavian had popped one of the pasta wrapped meatball in a sweet yet sharp sauce when Vette and Jaesa arrived.&nbsp; Vette walked in with that sexual grace that she could not help that brought attention to her breasts and hips.&nbsp; Jaesa was all Jedi serenity that was spoiled when she had to raise a hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn.&nbsp; She even blushed and adverted her head from Marina for a moment.&nbsp; Vette greeting and bowed her head to the princess before attacking the savory treats with relish.&nbsp; That earned a vexed sigh from Jaesa as she bowed and greeted Marina.&nbsp; <strong>"How might we be a service to you, your Highness?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 12:40:13</strong>
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				There was something soon settling on the Princess, she was slowly starting to realise how place and role that she must undertake,&nbsp; the fresh caf helped and Octavian's company though she wasn't sure why she felt so reassured around him, really in all honestly she should be terrified of him, but far from it. She enjoyed his company and felt releaf.&nbsp; She knew here she just wasn't some&nbsp; no body she was some one and she had to take that role sooner rather then later. <br><br>She smiled as Jaesa and Vette&nbsp; came in, they couldn't be more different if they tried, Vette in her usual sexual grace which Marina had no hope of ever achieving even if she tried and Jaesa who seemed embarrassed to be in her company. She tried to give off the&nbsp; gentle and calm approach, the one to be comfortable to be around. Though she wasn't sure if it was working she wanted them to be happy around her and what she might ask of them. <br><br>" Good Morning, .... i think I've lost track of time since being with you all, I am sure it is morning somewhere! Please Jaesa have some food if you feel the need, I certainly do not need so much, and I am quite happy with the Caf. " She gave a small friendly smile. <br><br>"What i do need however from both of you, are contacts, Octavian, has told me you may be able to help with my current issue, I need a safe neutral location so that I can meet with General Organa where we will be safe and not have to worry about others finding either of us there. This may not go as well as expected, I am not fully sure how the General will be, and if she is genuine in wishing to help me gain my throne back but it is something we have to try. Do you both think you could get some feelers out there today and find somewhere suitable?" She looked at both the women in turn, hoping Vette was no longer stuffing her face. Though she wold find it amusing if she was, she would probably always have that figure as well.... <br><br>She hoped that this was okay to ask inside she was a bag of nerves but on the outside she was radiating a calm and collected figure, she hoped that they would be able to do something for her, but only time would tell. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>16-01-2016, 03:25:59</strong>
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				Vette's eyebrows raise at the mention at the word "Caf" and even before she can take two steps Octavian held up a hand to her.&nbsp; <strong>"None for you!&nbsp; There are still people recovering from the injuries you caused the last time you had Caf."</strong>&nbsp; Octavian turned quickly towards Marina and offered in the way of explanation.&nbsp; <strong>"To Twi'lek's, caf is stronger than Corellian brandy, and like chocolate all rolled into one.&nbsp; In fact on Ryloth they almost banned it as drug, and would have if it was addictive.&nbsp; Vettes inhibitions...lower when she drinks it, and had every male thinking she pledged her life to them."</strong><br><br>Vette actually pouts a little bit and then with that same raw and purely sexual energy that she does all things, she moved to take a seat and started to put some of the savory meats upon her plate.&nbsp; Her voice was light, full of mirth, but was still that raw husky purr in it after she took a dainty bite, her sharp teeth tearing into the meat in an almost sinister way.&nbsp; <strong>"It was hardly my fault, m'Lord.&nbsp; All I did was dancce, and I seemed to recall you enjoyed that.&nbsp; Besides even you have to admit as cantina brawls go, that was most pleasurable. I mean you seemed to enjoy yourself with that smile, and you did not use your lightsabers at all..."</strong><br><br>A look from Octavian was all that it took to silence Vette, but she did so with a chuckle and a smile as she continued to eat.&nbsp; Octavian sighed and muttered under his breath.&nbsp; <strong>"I am sure we can find your old shock collar here someplace..."</strong>&nbsp; That earned Octavian a look and to that he merely shook his head and made a gesture towards Marina.&nbsp; <strong>"Do you have anything to contribute anything to the discussions other than memories of drunken cantina brawls that the Princess surely is not interested in.&nbsp; Any contacts or locations here on Alderaan we can make use of?" </strong><br><br>Vette frowned as she considered the question, her brow knotted in thought as her leku twitched and moved about.&nbsp; Jaesa bowed her head towards Marina and moved to pour the Princess another cup of caf before taking a cup for herself, and then making sure she sat down with it well away from Vette.&nbsp; She was present at that brawl, and she was in agreement that the Twi'lek woman and caf should never mix unless sex was involved.&nbsp; Jasea took a biscuit as Vette finally spoke again, her words drawn out and with a tone of uncertainty to them.&nbsp; <strong>"No m'Lord, not without making me some very discrete inquiries, and those will take time, and I do not think General Organa will be that patient.&nbsp; The contacts and locations that would not take as much time I am fairly certain House Rist would have their hooks into them too, and as such would be a risk unless we had nothing else to fall back upon."</strong><br><br>Octavian took the news in stride as he poured himself some caf as well and leaned against the bulkhead of the <em>Fury</em>.&nbsp; It was news that was not completely unexpected, but there had been the hope that Vette might know someone in the criminal element on Alderaan that would be a resource to use.&nbsp; To be fair, her answer did lean that way, just not in an expedient way.&nbsp; He also agreed with her take on the general, the longer that they waited to meet with her, the more chance there was for mistrust and for her to think that Octavian was not dealing in good faith.&nbsp; Octavian took a sip and grunted softly.&nbsp; <strong>"We might be able to stall for time if it was truly necessary.&nbsp; Make your discrete inquiries.&nbsp; Even if we do find another alternative, reliable contacts outside the Imperial or Republic authority could be an asset in the future, so we might as well start the effort now."</strong>&nbsp; After Vette acknowledged his command, Octavian turned his attention over to Jaesa.<br><br>Jaesa's own brow had been furrowed in though as she had considered what Octavian had asked of them, and she set down her caf cup.&nbsp; She was about to shake her head when her head turned up sharply, her memory latching on to something she remembered.&nbsp; <strong>"Elyissum Master., in the Glarus Valley.&nbsp; It still stands, and has limited access points, and can defend it by both the ground and air.&nbsp; As long as our communications are secure, it should suit us well."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Octavian raised his eyebrows at that.&nbsp; He had forgotten about Elyissum.&nbsp; Yes, that would suit indeed and the security could be shared by both House Organa and his crew.&nbsp; It was also far away from near all the major house holdings.&nbsp; Octavian set down his caf and turned towards Marina, the question clear in his eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"Your Highness, what do you think.&nbsp; While I am not one to settle upon a single choice, I will admit that so far it has many advantages for us, for what we wish to use it for at least."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leta97</strong> on <strong>22-01-2016, 14:17:46</strong>
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				She was very intrigued by what was said regarding Twi'lek's and caf... and she realised that really she was quite sheltered! She shook her head a moment a smile gracing her lips, she loved the Twi'leks mannerisms though she was very curious as to what had gone on before with Octavian and Vette, a thrum of jealously ran through her and she tried to keep that surpressed, she didn't want to get like this not know. She couldn't. He was a powerful man, and really she should keep away and not care what he did with his crew. <br><br>She gratefully took the new cafe from Jaesa and smiled softly as she listened to what was going on, she would argue she would love to hear about cantina brawls... to make her feel like one of them! But She resisted asking. It was probably beneath her station after all. <br><br>She listened carefully to what was being said, and she had to agree making General Organa wait was not a good idea and it was not something they should be doing it would only cause suspicion, and really did they have time to kill? No. <br><br>When Jaesa mentioned Elyssium something trickled at the back of her mild and slowly she tilted her head as she listened. she knew about this place at the recess of her mind, and as Octavian turned his attention on her she had to consider what they were doing. <br><br><br>" I do not think it is wise to make the General wait, If Elyssium is not in use then i say lets go and use it, it is out of the way and can afford us some time before House Rist realises where we are and what is going on.&nbsp; We do not have time to sit on this and think all these things through, we need to go. I do not wish to be a sitting duck any longer.&nbsp; " She took a sip of her caf before straightening her head and trying to be the regal person they wanted. " Lets make out preporations, we can contact the General, tell them where we plan to be, but i wish to get there before she does, so we can get comfortable with the surroundings first. " She did not want to be taken by surprise after all. Part of her had a trickle of fear they were going to get found, betrayed, as she had already been betrayed. <br><br>" Can we send anyone ahead to scout the area?" She looked between the three of them hoping she had atleast made some sense! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Republic: The Crown of Alderaan (Blackstone and Leta87)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 06:40:20</strong>
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				At the words of the Princess the teem seemed to al look at one another.&nbsp; It was true what they say that a military unit that had operated with itself to to become its own identity and organism of its own.&nbsp; The crew of the <em>Fury</em> had diverseness operative the on the surface did not mess well but it was the unspoken part, looking behind the first and second layer of a person to find skill sets that would transform the team into something more hen the operatives working on it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even the causal glance at the problem tp be overcome had several thought process spring up a;ready.&nbsp; The crew was using their own form of short hand to convey in, learned activity over been with one another for such a long time.&nbsp; &nbsp;It as interesting and exciting to watch as all of those thoughts and idea fo forth towards Octavian, for him to do with what he saw fit.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rumor had it that Octavian was among the Empire's battle tacticians, and Marina was about ti witness it first hand<br><br>It only too a few minutes for Octavian's mind to see what as before then, and our reactions.&nbsp; &nbsp;One very obvious military detail to Imperial HQ here.&nbsp; Prince and Boon can run point on that activity.&nbsp; &nbsp;Next is the approach through Imperial Intelligence.&nbsp; &nbsp;This what they may consider the most likely hood that the tartget would be present.&nbsp; The Major and Jeassa will head up this effort as it will lean support that the Princess would be a part of.&nbsp; &nbsp; Lastly there would be Vette and her connections through the underworld.&nbsp; It too was likely covered, but that as the point of all these operations that plainly would no succeed when one looked to close at the operations.&nbsp; &nbsp;They were all a subtle feint on&nbsp; grand scale to gauge hoe the enemy would respond and ho they respond.&nbsp; Thee simultaneous operations would spread thin any military and non standard operating resources to the limit.<br><br>It as the perfect cover for the operation that held the most importance.&nbsp; Octavian laid it all out for Marina as he walked through the operation.&nbsp; <strong>"This operation will start an our after the second operation.&nbsp; &nbsp;I will recon and set up surveillance the night before the operation.&nbsp; &nbsp;We will move in quietly into are and then make use of air speeders to get to the top of thr Elyssium ruins.&nbsp; &nbsp;We will have air and eval suport by the <em>Fury</em> and I will be guarding the Princess.&nbsp; Many would think twice about on a Dark Lord of the Sith, especially withwhat few resources they will have available when all is said and done, and if all goes well by the end of the meeting we will have House Organa to add into our security." </strong><br><br>Octavian turned and his face softened in something almost warm and inviting towards her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He mad a gesture over the holo table for her that had displayed the operation from start to finish.&nbsp; <strong>"The in a whole Princess is how we shall get you to your needed meeting with Geberal Organa.&nbsp; &nbsp;Do you have any questions about it?</strong>
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