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[Cira]

She surveyed him with a probing look, "What kind of situations?" she'd follow with another query. Another step would follow, leaving less than two meters between them. It was a small apartment to begin with.

Careful what you ask, Talia, a voice would remind her from the depths of her mind. There are some answers you don't want to hear. Things best left in the dark of oblivion. But the answers were both distributing and exciting. Just how far could she go? How many questions would he answer?

Where was the line?

"Why?"

 

[Seanna Vel]

Sitting back after her little spice world trip. After which time she looking out of all the other store front. As she smile at all those upper class people going story to story. Wondering if half those people even earned those credits. Knowing all the credits that she had with her had been through hard work of blood, sweat and tears. After which time she couldn't help but get a little bit of her smirk to lips.

"Pull over there", as wave for her cabbies to come to a stop, she would walk some more just call for one of her hire men to come pick up the spice from her later. Stepping out into a crowd being a a weed among flowers. Looking around to where she would go next with the bag of spice in her hand. Getting on the commlink to foreman of the nerf heard. "Report."

[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Ket Van Derveld"] [member="Curupira Hawk"]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

"Depends on whether or not I finally got something to live for." He says, for lack of better phrasing coming to mind. Part of him didn't want to admit that after all the killing he'd done, the ice was welcome release from the memories that plagued him while he slept.

While he never actually knew the folk he had killed, by and large, they still showed up in his dreams. They were, at this point, something of acquaintances. They'd come around from time to time, but he never actually knew them.

He just knew they meant a cold sweat and shaking hands, along with a violent start awake.

The ice kept that from happening.

"You really don't want to know what I've done, however."

This was the haunted admission of a man whose life had becomes 'the end justifies the means' and still hadn't quite accepted it.

 

[Tilda Sai]

The Eye in the Sky
FleetCom

“Major, Od’Manteiv, we have a hit,” came the first bit of information from an Intel Officer named Nearis Marsie, a Second Lieutenant in the Omega Defense Force. Fresh out of the Protectorate Intelligence Academy, the young Togruta had a zeal in life and for the job that showed in her determined expression.

Anika gave a curt nod, clasping her hands at the low of her back as she said, “Bring it up to the screen.”

“Aye, Majaor.” came the reply, as Nearis sent the information across to the large three panel holographic screen in front of Major Od’Manteiv.

There, several datafiles came up to reveal the first bioscan. The image of a crooked smile and tousled blonde curls would stare back at her. One didn’t get to be in his position and not end up scot free.

// InfoDataFile: [member="Marek Starchaser"]
// Human:
// Age: 26
// Male:
// CEO of Haor Chall Engineering -- Techno Union Foreman
// Residency status: Confederacy of Independent Systems.

Anika’s eyes would narrow. Now why was the foreman of the Techno Union here on Corellia?…And in the company of a man who just terminated a Corellian citizen? The information would be relayed in the briefing for the Lord Protector [member="Ayden Cater"].

Ice blue eyes would shift over to a security officer to her right. “Send Protectorate Forces to detain Starchaser and his companions. Bring them in for questioning.”

“Continue the search in datafile with the other two companions. I want to know who they are.” It was just a matter of time. Especially when the one at fault for the murder was none other than a former high level Templer Inquisitor. The information gleaned from Lady Feena Mason and the late Galaar Tal’Verda would prove to be essential to this task. The female companion would come next, with a brief overview on who she was. Holocameras throughout the city would continue their observation, constantly feeding information, trailing the wake of their path.

“Aye, Ma’am!”



@Canal Tal’verda [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Vindart"] [member="Ayden Cater"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Well, at least the whole dock was now off limits and no one could enter or leave Coronet City. Still, it was kind of boring for not Canal and the DreadGuard but for the others who were also on the docks just waiting for some action. This irritated Canal because the DreadGuard was for action not for security, if necessary. Finally, he couldn't take no more of it and he raised his left arm for his comm link and speaker into it.

"Get me Fleetcom," perhaps the people over at Fleetcom could tell him where the targets are at and where their ship is. Reason: to make some fireworks out of it cause if it was blown up the people who they were after can't leave, unless they buy or steal a ship. But at the same time, they had to go thorough the whole battalion that was at the docks.

[member="Anika Od'Manteiv"]

 

[Cira]

Cira would give [member="Sarge Potteiger"] a funny look, a bit taken aback that he would reveal more information that what she had originally asked. Not to mention the knowledge that his status as a revolving icebox hound for Ayden was solely determined if he found something to live for.

What an odd comment to make.

“I didn’t ask for that,” she’d say, coming to a halt about five feet from him. It was there, in the brief flashes of a haunted expression that went drifting over his face.

But he’s started this by placing that mask at the foot of her door.

“But if you do not want to relive the past,” she’d nod over to the vong familiar mask she’d shoved into his hands minutes earlier.

“Then why give me that?”

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

His attention shifted downwards to the mask he'd forgotten was in his hand, long, slender fingers tightening around it. There was a bit of a sad smile to his face as he lifted his head, eyes drifting to where her face was shadowed by the hood. "Because..." he begins.

"Why would you care...?"

 

[Cira]

“That isn’t an answer,” came her short quick reply. It wasn’t, at least not for her. That didn’t make any sense. What kind of a response was that?

Maybe it was, but to the intellectual woman, that didn’t compute. It didn’t register what he would mean by it. The significance. Her mind was tied to logic, to scientific theory, and to facts.

Not emotions.

Nevermind the slow quickening of her heart as the seconds passed.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

"It is." He responds curtly. "You know it is."

"Think about it." It took a measure of care to ask questions about personal history. And frankly he had hoped she would, but be didn't actually expect it.

Just like he didn't expect her showing up at his doorstep.

 

[Tilda Sai]

"Major Od'Manteiv, we have an incoming comm call from [member="Canal Tal'Verda"]." Anika's comm officer at her right. A quick nod came from the stoic Major, and her curt order would follow, "Patch it through Lieutenant."

"Aye, Major." a few clicks of the dataconsole and then the incoming comm would connect her to the Protectorate solider.

"This is Major Anika Od'Manteiv with Corellian Fleetcom." her attention would draw to one of the half dozen holographic screens in front of her.

"We have confirmed a one-eighty-seven at the Spaceport Hanger Xesh-Nine-Cresh-Auresh-Seven-Zero. " the code name for a murder of a Corellian Civilian came up. Reports of the medical team and the initial wave of Corellian Spaceport security would be reporting their findings.

"Suspects include the following -- One Marek Starchaser, " she went ahead to relay his specs. "Two other unconfirmed --"

A bleep of an alert would follow as the secondary bio file was discovered. In that instant a flash of data went streaming across her holoscreen.

[background=#232323]Name: Ket Van Derveld[/background]
[background=#232323]Alias(s): Ket Limelight, Darth Ahroun[/background]
[background=#232323]Age: 32[/background]
[background=#232323]Gender: Male[/background]
[background=#232323]Race: Human[/background]
[background=#232323]Residency Status: Unknown[/background]
[background=#232323]Alerts: Known Sith[/background]
[background=#232323]Wanted Status: Wanted for the suspected mass murder of 63 Coreillian citizens[/background]

[background=#232323]Considered armed and extremely dangerous, do not approach without sufficient backup[/background]


"One Ket Van Derveld, Human, and known sith. Wanted for the suspected mass murder of Corellian Citizens. Should be considered armed and dangerous." Holofeed from the earlier murder of the dock worker would peg this guy the one responsible for the death.

"One female -- Red hair, sapient humanoid female. Currently searching databases for their information." A pause would come into play as she gave a nod, being informed that security was in the process of processing the locked down hanger where the ship lay docked.

"Orders are to detain for questioning." she took the feed from the shopping area that the suspects were in and she relayed them to the Protectorate officer.

"Coordinates are as follows."

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

"Quite. Driver, set us down in the pay parking, I'd like to retain the services of your taxi for the night."

The taxi glided to a halt, setting down upon a rather large landing pad, and by the look of things, a rather well-to-do part of the city. The landing pad itself was indoors for lack of a better description, only one side of it open to the air beyond the building it was contained in. The door to the cab hissed a moment before swinging upward and open. The driver looked back over his shoulder, and spoke in a rather gruff, sort of worn out and done for the day tone of voice.

"36 credits for now, guy."

Ket looked to Curupira a moment, a gleam in those sapphire eyes of his. He helped Curupira out of the taxi, then motioned for Marek to exit as well. Remaining inside, he looked to the driver with intent, delving into his mind. Nothing was said, but Ket's eyes began to darken to nearly pitch black as the driver's rolled up into the back of his head. Sweat began to form upon the wrinkled forehead, dripping down his 5 day old scruff. One could almost hear his heartbeat speed up as Ket leaned in closer to him. A few moments later, the man began to clutch at his chest, and quickly the Sith covered his mouth so his cries of agony could not be heard. A few more moments, and he slumped down into the chair, dead as a doornail. He slid two fingers over his eyes, closing them for now. For all intents and purposes, a passerby would think him asleep.

Ket slipped the ignition key from it's slot, and removed the driver's I.D. from his pocket. Stepping out of the cab, he locked it up, placing the key and I.D. into his jacket pocket before sliding in more than enough credit into the meter. Stepping toward Curupira, he offered his arm, chuckling a bit as he did.

"I did say I would retain the services of his taxi, did I not?" he added with a wink. "Shall we?"

[member="Curupira Hawk"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Ayden Cater"]
[member="Anika Od'Manteiv"]

 

[Curupira Hawk]

The little exchange between Ket and the driver surprised her a little. The man seemed as though he had trouble understanding what it meant for his services to be retained for the night, making her look a bit odd at the back of the man's head before she felt a pair of eyes on her, making her turn her head to the side. She had felt it right, Ket was looking at her for the moment but before long, he was helping her out.

Once she had been out, Curupira glanced back inside but didn't pay that much attention to it as it seemed extremely quiet, that alone telling her Ket was... discussing things with the man in his own way.

He was at her side only a few moment later, offering his hand to her and chuckling along with his comment. Curupira smirked at him and nodded as she took the offered hand. "It's just a shame when people have to be taught their job," she commented. "No matter, lets get shopping."

[member="Ket Van Derveld"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Anika Od'Manteiv"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

This was definitely a different side to Marek, waiting his turn. Having been on his own for so long, he sort of missed out on those sort of social clues, but here? Here he was waiting his turn and permission from [member="Ket Van Derveld"]. Nodding, once [member="Curupira Hawk"] was out of the taxi, Marek took his step out.

And that was when the Force got different. Was there a loophole he wasn’t seeing? Most likely. The trick here was not getting himself associated with this murder. But… really, he was on Corellia, there were cameras all around, how was he going to be to blame? Hopefully his nerves weren’t going to be projecting out, but he had a feeling his Master already felt them. What was going on?

Marek never used to worry. Maybe it was because he was someone of a rank in the Confederacy. So long as his credits were safe, right? Looking from Ruu to Ket when he stepped out and began talk, he nodded. A smirk found itself on his face. “You’re goin’ get me wanted, here.” He said with a chuckle.

[member="Ayden Cater"]
[member="Anika Od'Manteiv"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Been on her way to a few of the bouquets this way a easy way for herself to pass the time. Finding herself to scan those before her again why would she did to see what others was thinking. They had no idea what was out there in the galaxy what could happen to them in a blink of eye. Help but find her eyes or was it something else that drew herself to a point in the force. It was but a ripple of a pool of millions. In a blink it was out nothing more this puzzled her greatly.

As curious got the best of her she couldn't help its was in her nature. As she stowed to where this ripple had taken place. Wondering closer as she didn't couldn't help but feel something else it was that of something more at work could feel a present. There it was a lady[member="Ket Van Derveld"] and man[member="Curupira Hawk"] no it couldn't be that didn't look like [member="Marek Starchaser"].

There was her answer it was Marek last stepping out but something was different with him or had it been that it had been so long of seeing forgotten what he felt like in the force. All made a ripple of different waves. That only left a sourness in her mouth those many days or had it been weeks lock away. Wondering what she could do a number of things when through her own mind. Moving swiftly as if she knew what action would be first. "Marek, sweet pea how the frak are you, heck it looking good...", walking up to him this was the time for her to act. Without thought she had her fist coming up to met his jaw to give it a sweet kiss. Damn that felt good and pleasing, Master.

 

[Djorn Bline]

He was receiving the information that he Major was giving to him on his datapad. He remembered Marek Starchaser, definitely. After his time with the Confederacy, he knew the leaders of the Techno Union, major military officers, etc. Then he noticed that there was a Sith involved in this case. Now this was going to be fun for him. A Sith and and a major officer that was affiliated with the Confederacy. Thid would definitely give him a huge raise in his salary.

"All right, Major. Thank you for the info. If you got anything else just call me," he said via comm link. He then went contacted his sqaudron of Dreadguard soldiers in a party comm link, "All right, boys. Lets get to these coordinations. Snipers, I want you guys in nearby buildings that are close to that shopping area. The rest of you, follow me." He and his men then got onto their speeders and began heading towards to the shoping area. "We're gonna be the 'special offer' to them, lads," he said with a sarcastic tone to hid squadron

[member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Curupira Hawk"] [member="Ket Van Derveld"] [member="Anika Od'Manteiv"]

 

[Cira]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

Her closing distance would come to a halt then. Followed by the avoidance of her gaze. "Wow, is this you being vague? I might die of shock." she'd say, a tangent to avoid doing exactly what he'd told her to do. Think about it.

Waves of deep mahogany would start to sling left and right gently as she shook her head. Her right foot went sliding back. Then her left. Curiosity be damned.

Her datapad on her waist would buzz. A quick pluck from her hip, and the display soon came in line with her vision. Updates along with more memos. Some more specific to Corellia. Others not so. She couldn't risk being unable to be contacted in the event of anything major happening.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Cira"]

This time it was he who closed the distance, a hand lifting to push the datapad gently downward away from her face. "We aren't playing this game today, Cira." He says quietly, black gaze firm. "You came in here to talk, and that's what we're going to do. No hiding behind reports."

There was a faint sigh. "We both know the Protectorate will survive without your constant attention. Disconnect for a moment, and not from the person in front of you."

 

[Cira]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

The smokey timbre of his voice quietly broke the silence. Her head rose and gold met black. He was within arm reach, and the moment his hand gently nudged her datapad away brought the awareness of the man again.

Striving to keep her jangled emotions she set her shoulders and back straight, lifting her chin a bit as she kept her expression calm. Cool, collected. Her lashes would lower, setting her gaze along his collar where his shirt would meet his neck.

"Don't be ridiculous," would come her counter, lifting her datapad none the less. "There is no game." She would take another step back, then motion to move past him.

"And the last time I did that ended up with my disappearance for almost a year."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Cira"]

Her lifting the datapad was met by a firm hand, his eyes following hers and realizing she was purposefully avoiding his gaze by looking just below his head. It didn't matter specifically where she was aiming, just that she wasn't looking at him.

She wasn't going anywhere, not right now. Especially not with that datapad pressed to her nose. His incredulous look told her all she would need to know about the lack of a 'game.'

"Oh, Force have mercy you disappeared. Because no one has ever done that before. Ever." He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you left folk in the lurch, but you know what? The transition wasn't difficult. People picked up the mantle quickly. It was only the people who really knew you who were affected. HK. Tegea. Ayden." He sighed, casting his eyes downward. "Myself."

Shaking his head, he lifted his eyes slowly, although they weren't anywhere close to meeting hers. "You do this to yourself constantly," and he was starting on a roll. This was going to end poorly for all involved, "pass off answering questions or talking to me with barely relevant information. You physically left the Protectorate, that's nothing like turning off a datapad for a half hour or something to speak to someone who cares about you.

Can you even get your head that far out of your own arse? Or must you continue to live in your own little world?" He wasn't even mad, just confused. She was endlessly frustrating as she seemingly morphed herself time and time again into whatever she felt she needed to to avoid talking to him on any level beyond superficial talk.

"You came here to return a mask. A mask that bothered you for some reason. I've already said this but you could have tossed it, mailed it, left it on my own door. But instead you bothered to hunt me down to ask me why I did it.

Why was I bothering you. You just had to know. You came here to be me. To be nosy.

You wanted your answers, and you knew I would give them to you. I gave you the mask because it is a part of me. It's a physical representation of a time I remember little of, other than that I wasn't myself. I was afraid. Of myself. Of others. It was easier to put that on and pretend to be strong than realize things were out of my control.

And I gave it to you because frankly, while I was hoping you might question it, hoping it might strike a nerve... I didn't expect it to hit home. I didn't expect you to care enough about me or my past to come here and ask questions."

He wet his lips, fingers sliding faintly along her datapad as they arched and curled, but didn't leave. His eyes were on the floor, mind going a mile a minute as he was suddenly saying far more than he'd ever said.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was a husky whisper, "I'd always hoped, on some level, that you might care. That you'd want to know who I was, or where I'd come from or what I'd done to reach... here. I've always wondered those things about you.

But for all your talk of there not being a game, there's clearly one being played. Neither of us know the rules, though. We're just making it up as we go along. You put up your walls, and I batter them down. And I anger you, and you hastily rebuild them and anger me. And the cycle repeats.

I've seen you do so much. Things people would scarcely imagine. Ever since you did whatever it was you did on Denon, I knew there was more to you than what you let on. And the more time I spend with you, the more I realize I'll never truly know you.

And I'm fine with that. Just as we study history based upon the evidence at hand, so too must I study you with only what's at my fingertips. The way my comments sometimes amuse you, but you try to hide before I notice. Or the way your pupils dilated as everyone closed in around you. Even the way, just a few moments ago when I brought up what you were subconsciously doing and you retreated.

What's so bad with taking a chance, Cira? You'd gotten so afraid of making a mistake that when you finally made one, it all but confirmed to you that you shouldn't make more. And so you'll continue to make them, slowly, and use it as fuel for whatever mask it is you're wearing right now. I've always known that when you leave the office you're someone different, but just for once I'd like you to be you. Right here.

Right now.

Not the woman defined by her title. Just you."

Inhaling deeply, he gave a long exhalation before wetting his lips. "If it helps you any, my name is Brandon. I was born in the Unknown Regions on a world I've never seen, and that I call Terra - a name I found in one of those 'human origin theory' books." There was a little bit of a laugh as he finally looked up.

"I used to wear glasses, you know? But during my time working with Alliance SpecOps, they fixed my eyesight for me." He shrugged, moving past her to sit himself on the couch. "Frankly, I don't know why I'm telling you this. I fully expect you to blow this off, call me crazy and tell me that I know nothing about you before walking out...

But maybe one of these times I'll get through to you."

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

As they walked toward the various high-end shops that lined the massively wide pathway, Ket seemed to lose himself once more. At least, it appeared that way to anyone who knew him well. His stride began to slow, as his brow furrowed, chemicals within his brain being released when they shouldn't be, others flooding in that were not even remotely supposed to be. The Force had always had a strange effect on him. His midi-chlorian count was rumored to be off the charts, much like the fabled Masters of old. Yet, it seemed as if there was untapped potential within him. Those close to him had no idea the true extent of just how boarderline he really was, of how hard it was to try and drown out the voices that echoed through his skull. Sometimes, they proved too much, even for as seasoned a master such as Ket Van Derveld. A curse and a blessing all wrapped into one. It was then that his eyes snapped to life once more, looking to this faux-redheaded tramp sauntering over to them. She spoke to his apprentice, mouthing off to him, before letting a fist ram into Marek's jaw with abandon.

This act did not sit well with Ket. Not at all.

Ket came from an entirely different generation of Sith. They respected their Master, they rightfully feared them, and never back talked them. If an apprentice of his time raised their hand to their Master, it was for once purpose; To kill them, as they had learned all of their secrets and needed them no longer. Ket could feel the Force within this overly done-up harlot. She was nowhere near that point. To Ket, she was barely even able to keep her bike up with the training wheels still attached.

Ket somehow managed to get utterly pissed off. And if history was any indicator, Ket being pissed off usually did not fare well to the object of his annoyance. In the moment that Marek's jaw accelerated away from the impact of her fist, Ket began to let his anger get the best of him. It raged like a torrent and for no other reason than because he felt upset. It exploded within him like a volcano, spitting forth hot liquid magma into the sky above, melting any and all it came into contact with. His rage could boil the sky itself if it were possible. In that moment, the Force manifested itself as flame that engulfed his hand, which in of itself had been accelerated to speeds no human or otherwise could hope to attain normally. His fiery fist cracked into her jaw like a Star Destroyer slamming into a moon, and should she survive the blow, he would have considered her lucky beyond any measure.

[member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Curupira Hawk"] [member="Anika Od'Manteiv"]