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Better Dead than Crazy Red [Open to All]

Beowoof

Morality Policeman :)
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Act I
The Lethan Twi'lek flashed her piercing eyes about as she scrawled indiscernible markings on her arms, mapping out her plan of action in her own mysterious script. Alderaan was a nice place. She thought it a beautiful day at the beach as she observed the grazing nerfs in the valley below. However, now was not the time to dawdle. Making haste for Aldera's primary spaceport, the red one smiled giddily to herself and plowed through the crowds, her mind concentrating on memories of delicious bagels and blue milk from last week. They were still in stasis. She hoped they were alright.

Now entering the elegant architecture of the capital's spaceport, the mysterious woman skirted up to the droid-operated flight desk and gazed into the protocol unit's eyes for nearly ten minutes, oblivious to the agitations of the customers waiting behind her. (They eventually switched lines after offering their extended vocabulary to the silent Lethan.)

Fifteen minutes later, the red Twi'lek concluded that she had won the staring contest with the droid and proceeded to order no fewer than ten tickets at extremely discounted price for passage to a highly populated world of some fame. She was proud of herself for getting such a good deal and held her nose high, hoping to emanate just the right air of haughty for this upper-class resort world. Her eccentrically clad body certainly would catch the attention of the trendsetters.

One by one, she filed through her set of identical tickets and wrote the same bewildering message on every clip.

6l1tt3r 4nd 5p1c3 4nd 3v3ryth1n6 n1c3.

Y0u ch0053 y0ur p4th 83y0nd th3 l4w.

M4y 600d f0rtun3 pr3c3d3 y0u 42 y0u 4r3 1nf3ct3d.

3m8r4c3 y0ur p4r3nt5. 4ll 15 l05t 8ut th3 k3y.

F1nd my l05t puppy. 4dm15510n 15 fr33. D0 y0u 83l13v3 1n r3w4rd?

Tru3 l0v3 4w41t5 y0u 5h0uld y0u r35p0nd. D0 y0u 83l13v3 1n ch3m1c4l5?

Th1rty k1l05 51t 1n l0ck3r tw0-f0ur-316ht 0f W35tp0rt 5p4c3p0rt, C0ru5c4nt. T4k3 0n3 k1l0 4nd 0n3 k1l0 0nly 4nd f0ll0w th3 d1r3ct10n5. Y0u m4y d0 w1th 1t 45 y0u pl34s3.

<5m1l3y f4c3>

Each time she finished scribbling her cryptic note, she would fling the ticket aside and let it drift to the floor behind her without so much as a glance. Having gone through all of them and done the repetitive deed, she clutched tightly her final ticket and breezed out of the terminal and out of sight, leaving scattered the other nine.

[member=Harrip]
 
Daragon Trail
Luxury Liner: The Maltese
Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

For Luxury there was a severe lack of good entertainment on their 'high class' holo-sets. To be completely fair however, the kind of elite status that the liner catered to were not hyperactive hormone driven young men who had a penchant for short skirts and loose bank accounts. Well maybe the latter, but they certainly didn't fit the tastes of the twenty something Hapan who was currently leeching off of some socialite who forgot that 1,2,3,4,5 was neither a clever password for your bank account, or your luggage for that matter. So, mobile command station uploaded to the personal silver-screen sized theater he'd rented out for the duration of his stay. Even when your screen was one hundred inches of brilliant 3D holographic goodness, if the program sucked, it sucked even worse in surround sound. That was just one of several windows however he'd been utilizing while he let his tech gauntlets find him more suitable entertainment. Feet kicked up, crossed at the ankles while he threw a few of the Galaxy's worst criminals up to view. As always, the host with the most news anchor [member="Jek Floggerty"] was one of his default, but other than the he started surfing through security footage in the Alderaan region.

"Lifestyles of the Republic star-yacht club? Seen it." Swipe. "Women's smashball championship locker rooms....maybe." Swipe. "Ten tickets for the price of....huh? Let's take a closer look." The dominant space of the screen was then taken up by about five different holo cam angles. A ticket booth was zoomed in on, as a few more observant potential travelers began to rummage around the discarded slips of flimsi that hosted not only a paid for destination, but a scrawled message in what seemed to be code. "Guess I'll be recording smashball locker jam this time." Dash commented as he began to pull up better avenues and angles, slicing into holo-cam feeds and drawing up images of the tickets. With a few quick commands, he was capturing one of them that he could piece together. "Alright, now turn it...good puppet." He grinned as he started to assemble the piece, the scan-code, the different markings. "And now into the database."

Dash switched gears and began to take the ticket's unique identification scan code and move into the tourist tracking system. The code was entered with relative ease, and he began to artificially create passenger for the flight that would be registered in a name and picture that wouldn't be duplicated by anyone picking up one of these tickets. Essentially the held ticket was made invalid as it was already checked in, causing the one in hand at the port to be flagged as a duplicate and therefore disqualified. One ticket to Courscant, now the code just needed to be decoded, and for that he'd need his almighty decoder ring. No...actually he was just gonna read it.

"Not exactly an ecrypted cypher, but it'll do. Let's see how close we are the next stop on this line." Dash pulled up the system's navigational tracking unit and began to plot the course to Courscant through the hyperlane trail. ♪♫ "Looks like I'm heading to a light rail station...gotta a ticket to my destination." ♪♫ The boy hummed as he downloaded the needed data files and stored them securely before he started to prep his go-bag and check out of the liner earlier than expected. "I'd give this place a solid seven. Good accommodations, decent grub...bad taste, and not a single chance to connect-disconnect in sight. Boring!" He said to no one at all before he was setting up shop to hop and depart.

Next stop. Coruscant.

[member="Brevitæ"]
 
Alderaan Spaceport

Harrip had been walking through the spaceport planning his eventual departure of the planet. He was planning the routes he would take to avoid too much time in the open. It was wise to be careful around large crowds of people. This way he would know where to walk and how much time it would take for him to reach his destination. However as he walked, he felt one of his feet slip slightly on the ground. He looked down at the ground, expecting to find it wet and he had probably missed a sign warning him.

He bent down and felt the floor, it was dry, but he had something on his foot. He slipped it off his feet and looked the slip of material over. It was a ticket...to Coruscant......and it had funny writings on it. At first it seemed to be a jumble of letters and numbers, but with his mind's eye he could envision the letters and numbers in his mind in a moment. He thought of throwing the slip away, why would he want to keep it? It was strange why would someone drop a ticket which may have cost a lot? But then maybe it was supposed to be.

He forgot about his plan and instead took a moment to sit and figure out that strange writing. Slipping a datapad from a desk nearby he began to retype the letters and numbers. As he wrote it out he thought through possible codes. His mind had learned and thought up many a code during his time alive. But as he poured over the letters he realized it was much simple than that. It was easy to figure out after that. In a few minutes he decoded the message and figured what to do. He would take the liner once it was prepared to leave. He wondered who would leave this strange message in the open. He looked forward to the exit it may be fun.

[member="Brevitæ"]
 

Xephirus Cloud

The Echo of Destruction
The villain from the Void.... The deity of death.... The Heir of Cron....

More like lost soul.... drifter....

He was a man so confused as to his own identity that everywhere and anywhere was a potential place for him to help figure himself out... or at least come up with new motivations to fill his empty heart. He strode around Alderaan in a huff. He didn't know why he was so angry, he just was. Ever since his reemergence into the galaxy he had encountered dark thought after dark thought. He didn't know why... but he did know that he had unspeakable power that just needed to be tapped into.

Suddenly, a piece of paper fluttered ever so gentle into his personal space. He snatched it out of the air with a scowl on his face and began reading through the message as if it were nothing... as if he had been trained in deciphering messages in the past.

He read over the line

Brevitæ said:
Tru3 l0v3 4w41t5 y0u 5h0uld y0u r35p0nd. D0 y0u 83l13v3 1n ch3m1c4l5?
over and over again.

"True love..." the words hung on his lips like a kiss.

"True love." he repeated his mind racing as he said the words. It echoed in his brain, sweet, beautiful voices from the past rang out in his mind bringing a small smile to the brooding man's face. Perhaps that was what he had been after all along... but 800 years later...

He frowned... his love couldn't have possibly lasted across centuries.... could she have? ...if it was in fact a she....

Perhaps this was fate...

Perhaps this was where he was supposed to be... where he would find the answers to the mystery of his past.

Xephirus looked around the station for a ship with its loading doors open and simply walked up onto a ship that wasn't his. He walked straight up to the pilot and delivered a wicked Force-enhanced left hook flooring the poor guy. Xephirus plotted his coordinates strapped the poor guy into the seat next to him (safety first) and took off.
 

Beowoof

Morality Policeman :)
Plot Checkpoint 1.1

The female Lethan sat with her legs atop the seat in front of her, hands behind her head in an extremely relaxed manner. This whole thing was going to be intense.

The trip to Coruscant had required a stop at Ord Mantell as civilian travel was currently restricted between Republic holdings and the Sith's newest acquisition. The layover had been amusing. She grinned as she thought of what the reaction might be once a non-specific smuggler discovered that his payload had been switched for a thousand rolls of toilet paper, each featuring a doodle of a benevolent smiley face in red crayon. Meanwhile, the real cargo was barreling towards the city world in the cargo hold of a crummy spaceliner.

If all went to plan... the plan would be planned.


[[ Current players, proceed in current posting order. New players are still welcome to jump in anytime! ]]

[member="Dashal Vance"]
[member="Harrip"]
[member="Xephirus"]
 
Daragon Trail

Luxury Liner: The Maltese

The recently 'liberated' core world of Coruscant was no longer casting the same light of peace and prosperity. It had begun casting a shadow of tyranny that was making a lot of very large and pronounced waves throughout the Galaxy. The stage of politics, the followers of the Force, and even legitimate and less than legitimate business practices that scaled upwards of intergalactic were being profoundly affected by this bold move. However for a crafty and adaptable youth with no ties to factional governments or structured rules and regulations, the change was just another hand dealt at the galactic game of Sabaac that the Galaxy was caught up in. While the restricted lines of cruise ships docking on Coruscant was still in place to secure the Sith holdings of it's new shiny prize, military imports were not so bogged down by the virtual red tape of border patrol. With a newly minted fake (but ever so-convincing) Ident tag, Dash skipped off the Maltese at it's nearest rest-stop to board one of the military frigates bound to Coruscant for which he had obtained the docking schedule. A costume change didn't hurt either.

The transition went fairly well, as he moved through the checkpoint with a gaggle of cadets serving in one of the approved military units specially designated to escort the frigate's internal cargo to the ports of Coruscant proper. He even made a new friend - female and Arkanian. Dash always made friends, though his own personal circle of being social was by and large virtual. There were a few he trusted enough to hang around with, but the importance of his network ranked a bit higher than dining out in space-cars and local diners. He could eat anywhere, and the point was not to be tied down.

That was going to be a problem however, as the that was the first thing he as a rogue cadet was forced to do. Stay seated, stay in line, and don't wander off. Well poodoo, he'd have to overcome this annoyance if he wanted to get away from the cadets long enough to put a plan into action. Thankfully, the boy's charm and cunning were not exactly lacking in any degree. His Arkanian companion to his left was clearly more interested in why she hadn't seen him in the briefing room prior.

"Special assignment bright eyes - I'm being relocated to the former temple sector. I build AI, -- you know all that fancy waiter speak those bucket of bolts and screws spit out. It's a little more advanced and a lot more fun. I'm calling the new one Wilson, he's been a real pal. Kind of a sarcastic butt, but that was my true intent. Can you imagine the karking good time I'll have watching the glow-stick guys grumble and murmur as their intelligence droids are talking smack? Course they have to be presentable." Dash rambled on with his sly and ever so handsome visage. The Arkanian was hooked and eating up every single word. She hadn't been a bad cadet, she was downright obedient, but underneath beat the heart of an adventure junkie.

"Can I see it, the AI?"

"Well I shouldn't, but there was a nice model back in the loading bay I saw them wheeling in, we'd need about fifteen minutes time before I could get it loaded, and then I could have the thing sing show tunes the rest of the way till we park."

"Leave that to me." The Arkanian cooed as mischief lit in her eyes and she approached the officers in charge to woo them into seductive compliance. Dash loved when a plan came together, especially when it bought him alone time with a fresh faced and svelte creature of the fairer sex.



[member="Brevitæ"] [member="Xephirus"] [member="Harrip"]
 
Harrip had quietly exited the ship after its descent, waiting until there were few passengers left before making towards the ship's loading ramp. He had seen a little of the planet on the way down. It was strange to think that it was no longer Republic and that the Sith had control. He didn't fear them, but it would make things interesting. If he were found there would be trouble and more than what he would have had on Alderaan. Obviously a Rakghoul on a civilized planet was bad enough, but a Rakghoul on a Sith planet was worse, for if caught the Rakghoul would no doubt be used for experiments and other such. While Harrip was by no means knew to that sort of thing, being a Sith experiment himself, he would still prefer to avoid going through it again.

When nearing the exit of the building he noticed a checkpoint for immigrants. He would have to avoid being detained. But how? Attacking would be easy, and then his face would be everywhere. Maybe bribery, but with Sith it may easily lead to his arrest. Perhaps trickery, but what could he use? All this time he had been following the line steadily closer to the checkpoint. He looked around quickly, making sure to pull his cloak down. In a moment, he stood before an official looking at Harrip harshly.

"Name. Species. Intended destination." The official stated blankly, looking at a datapad and then Harrip.

Harrip's mind scrambled for something to do or say to throw off the officer. In a moment of 'brilliance' he coughed and replied, "Need quarantine....Infected...." With that Harrip showed his hand to the officer, who recoiled form the horrific skin.

The officer clicked a button on his datapad and said quickly, raising a blaster to Harrip's head. "Don't move, we'll get you to a quarantine zone soon."

Harrip realized this was not quite the effect he had been hoping for, now he was going to be transported. He stood still, not wanting to end up with a blaster shot through the skull. About a minute later two men with rifles and armor walked up to Harrip and escorted him to a room apart from the main building, obviously it was a containment facility for problematic people until actual transport could be arranged. Harrip was questioning whether to stay and wait or complain and try to break free when his instincts set in. In a single moment he grabbed one of the armored troops bu the throat and threw him against one of the walls. Then as the other guard went to aim his rifle, Harrip stabbed the man with his two inch claws. The armor broke easily underneath the strength of a Rakghoul and the sturdiness of his claws. The guard that had been thrown aimed his blaster and was about to fire when Harrip pulled the other trooper in front of him. Harrip tossed the man forward onto the other guard and then jumped onto the guard. Then in a blink he stabbed both in the chest again, leaving large wounds and much bleeding. The men would not survive, unless medical attention was brought quickly enough, not that that would happen. Harrip opened the door, which had never been locked, due to the guards being unable to close it properly before Harrip attacked. Harrip was disgusted by his attacks, he wished that it would stop happening.

Making sure his cloak was properly pulled over him, Harrip moved quickly to leave the port but then he remembered that something had been left in a locker in the westport spaceport. As he left the port, he looked to see what spaceport this was. It was the westport, but it would take some time to secure himself so that he could enter the spaceport again.

[member="Dashal Vance"]
[member="Brevitæ"]
[member="Xephirus"]
 

Xephirus Cloud

The Echo of Destruction
Mid-flight the poor chap next to Xephirus woke up with a start, demanding answers with fear riddling his voice.

"Where am I? Who are you?" The man asked.

Xephirus looked over at the man and then back to , not paying him much heed.

"What's going on here?! I demand you answer me at once!" The man said, now unbuckling his seatbelt and rising from his seat.

Xephirus hardly moved. "Sit down." He commanded hardly raising his voice. The man listened, perhaps under a hypnotic spell it was quite unclear. The man started to say something again but Xephirus held his finger to his mouth as if to shush him.

With no further incident, they arrived in the atmosphere of the One Sith Planet of Coruscant. He was hailed by the security force.... a few low ranking members clearly based off their dialect.

"Oy! Wha's some... what would you call tha' Charlie? Some light-transport? Wha's it doin' 'ere?" They said in a jovial manner, looking to sink their teeth in another lost soul.

Xephirus sighed in annoyance, he ate guys like this for breakfast. (No, not literally.) The man in the seat next to Xephir shifted uneasily knowing the potential danger they were in.

"Shut up!" He said growling at them, "Shut your kriffing faces!" He barked. "May the Force help you for even disturbing me like this!"

"Oy! Who the hell..." The low-ranking sith spoke up again but not before Xeph cut him off once more.

"My name is Darth Destru... and if you feel like bothering me again I'll have you reassigned as a test subject in the alchemy labs." He was bluffing, obviously but that's what Sith generally did... a lot of bark... and even more bite.

Static came over the radio before the man spoke again, "....Our apologies... sir..."

Xephirus was in and the man next to him was looking more disturbed now than he was before realizing he was on a joyride with a Sith.
He landed in the Westport Spaceport in a seemingly empty dock. It was probably vacated when the government changed. He turned and faced his reluctant co-pilot. "Thanks for the lift." Was all he said as he exited the transport.

He stepped out on the former Jewel of the Galaxy, and looked about with disgust... he had the air of a true Sith. He wasn't One Sith, but no one in their right mind would question him.

He only need find this... locker.




[member="Brevitæ"]
[member="Dashal Vance"]
[member="Harrip"]
 

Beowoof

Morality Policeman :)
Plot Checkpoint 1.2

The red Twi'lek sauntered away from the locker, having left it shut but unlocked for her followers' convenience. Thirty cylinders of a kilogram's weight were stacked inside, composed of durasteel and filled completely by a substance they would not be able to know just yet. Each container had another mysterious combination of characters marked:

4-15 25-15-21 12-9-11-5 13-5 24

1-18-5 25-15-21 9-14 7-15-15-4 3-15-13-16-1-14-25 24

8-15-23 13-1-14-25 12-9-14-5-19 1-18-5 1 3-18-15-19-19 24

13-21-4-19-3-21-4-4-5-18 19-20 1-14-4 15-9-12-16-1-14 1-12-12-5-25 24 20-8-5 3-18-15-19-19 24

16-8-9-12-15-19-15-16-8-25 9-19 25-15-21-18 6-18-9-5-14-4 24 9-20 9-19 20-8-5 23-15-18-11-19 24

20-8-5 23-15-18-11-19 24

4-15-14-24-20 2-5 12-1-20-5 24 20-8-5-18-5 9-19 16-12-5-14-20-25 15-6 20-9-13-5 24

1 2-12-1-3-11-12-9-7-8-20 9-19 21-19-5-6-21-12 24 9-19 9-20 14-15-20 24

25-15-21-18 13-15-20-8-5-18 19-5-14-4-19 8-5-18 18-5-7-1-18-4-19 24

24-19-13-9-12-5-25 6-1-3-5-24


Nearing the guarded exit of Westport Spaceport, the woman casually dropped the remainder of her ticket on the floor. Bending down to pick it up with her right hand, she simultaneously swung her left hand backwards, lofting a firecracker into the air. It fell to the floor and rolled alongside the customs desk before blowing apart, a resounding pop echoing throughout the entire spaceport. Three of the six guards at the exit doorway rushed to customs as the clerks ducked behind the desk, hands clamped around their ears.

Dozens of civilians flooded the exit in panic, even as the three guards stationed there attempted to hold them back and calm them down. A few patrons were able to slip through the crowd and out of the guards' clutches, into the Coruscanti daylight.

A strange Twi'lek was seen strolling along the city streets moments later. She realized she had left her ticket behind in the mess. Oh, well...

[member="Dashal Vance"]
[member="Harrip"]
[member="Xephirus"]
 
Military Transport Vessel: Trident
Coruscant Route
Fifteen minutes later the cargo hold where the spare droids were kept for a landing party at the newly minted Sith Temple, Dash was up to his ears in the satisfying cooing of girlish giggles. Not much work had been done to the droid to mimic an impressive Artificial Intelligence simulation. In point of fact, he'd only uploaded some clips from the wacky news anchor of his choosing into the databanks of the droid, and turned on the pantomime circuits. It was enough to fool his young Arkanian friend who had gotten the officers on duty to allow herself and Dash back to the cargo bay. The boy was now juggling three things at once, which wasn't exactly a problem for his normally hyperactive mind, but when one of those was making out with a girl in uniform, it made it decidedly harder to think about anything else. The droid though was now prepped, and while he enjoyed the warmth and affection of his swooning cadet, he had placed the droid on guard duty.

Soon the transport landed - in an actual panic because the westbound port authority was starting to deny air traffic. Thankfully for Dash he was on an exempt military convoy that was headed with particular instructions to the One Sith Headquarters. Regular citizen vessels were being shuffled off to other ports while they tried to get to the bottom of this particular problem. As the crew started to disembark, his Arkanian lip mate was gathering her composure, all save for that face of giddy glee before she waved to Dash and prompted him to join her. She'd found a new friend in her group, unknowing that he was simply a handsome imposter with a very talented tongue.

"C'mon, we're gonna be late, don't want to get brigged for a tardy on roll."

"Be right there sweetcheeks, gotta deconstruct this AI before I get court marshaled. Save me a spot!" Dash called after her, sorry to see her go, but he had a puzzle to solve and it didn't include more on planet time with a hot under the collar cadet. Once she was out of sight, Dash got to work in getting rid of the dress blues and back into his normal attire. The next job on his plate was to get the droid from it's current status to act as his eyes and ears. Slipping out of the cargo hold with the droid in toe, he maneuvered himself to an adjacent tower that was hosting quite a bit of holo-net receptors. A perfect place for the array to be setup for his personal use while his droid patiently waited street-side. He'd likely never see the girl again, but that was generally how it went for the slicer. He had flings all around the Galaxy, but nothing ever stuck. Oh he dreamed about Jacobs more than most, but the average fling was just dust in the wind.

Atop the roof array, he created a secure up-link with the droid (of which had convenient military clearance). The receptors in his eyes giving Dash a perfect view of it's footpath as he booted the droid up and started it moving through the crowd and into one of the rear entrances of the port in question. Pulling up his ticket, the droid moved with military precision through the crowd, being completely ignored by the security personnel who were busy dealing with the actual sentient forms of life. The photo-receptors in the droids eyes scanned the locker rows, as Dash moved it up and down each row until the locker was spotted. The droid paused, looking left and right to ensure no one was coming to see to its location.

"Alright Wilson, let's do your magic." Dash commented, having decided that Wilson was indeed the best name for his current metallic task-rabbit. The droid bent at the knees, and shimmied open the locker, revealing the canisters as described in that semi-cryptic message. A quick data count of the vessels showed the count to be consistent with the message. It meant two things. Number one, the ticket was accurate, and number two, he was the first one there. At least virtually so. Liberating one of the canisters, he thought better of the game itself and had the droid place that particular vessel in an adjacent locker, which he made the droid rent out and lock. Next came one more, of which he'd return to himself. The ticket's instructions were to take one, and only one. He however wasn't going to take the other one at all, it was simply insurance.

"That should be a good fire insurance policy, really don't want to get burned being a spice mule for some smuggling types." And the controls were worked again, bringing the droid with package in hand (or rather in it's empty chest cavity) through the crowd and exiting back towards the slicer's location. Dash had a rule, don't do anything yourself if you can get cheap labor. He'd learned well how to bribe a droid. The quick photoscan of the inventory though also revealed another message which appeared to be similar to all of the others. Bringing that up on a holo-feed as he directed the droid his way. "Hmm bit of a brain teaser. Find the common variable...isolate the values. Uh..." Dash paused, his brain going a million lightyears a minute - before he stopped and offered a smile. "Clever, make it seem overly complex only to be rocket simple." A quick delve into the language archives and Dash matched the cipher to start putting together the next piece of this enigma.

[member="Brevitæ"] [member="Xephirus"] [member="Harrip"]
 
Spaceport Coruscant
Harrip was in a restroom washing his robe and hands in a sink. The blood from the fight earlier had hopefully not stained his robes. It was the only one he had and he personally did not want to have to try and get another. He had had to buy the last one using a large chunk of credits that he had been building up to buy a ticket to Taris. But now if it was stained, then he would either have to walk around without a cloak or get a new one. "Blast it all..." He mumbled to himself as he pulled the cloak from underneath the stream of water, the blood had stained. He threw it back into the sink violently. Wiping his hands on it as he looked into the mirror. "Why was I chosen?" The answer was obvious, he had been a willing slave. "Why couldn't he have had another slave?" Again simple answer, he was the most content and that made him an easy target for use. "Why was I left in this form? Why? I could have been anything!" Still pretty self-explanatory, in that form he was a good attack monster for his master. "Why bring me back? Life was painful and the abyss of Death had been a welcome relief." Fairly plain answer, Sith love using killer beasts. He began to look through his thoughts. Why should he act the way he did? There were others like him. Many slaves in the galaxy have been through worse than him. Why should he complain?

Harrip hit the ground beneath him, he was angry at himself, his blasted self-analysis. The floor beneath him did not break. His hand hurt. His mind continued to look at all these foolish thoughts. He felt like he would tear the room apart in his anger. But right as he felt that he could hold out any further, there was a knock at the restroom door.

A voice from the other side called out, "Sir! Are you okay in there sir? You've been in there for 15 minutes!"

Apparently he had wasted too much time trying to clean himself, he replied loudly, "Give me a minute! Sorry!"

He heard someone try the door, obviously the man was suspicious. "Do you need help sir?" Again the man tried the door.

Fortunately Harrip had locked it when he came in. "Thank you. I am fine." He stood quickly and pulled the wet cloak from underneath the water. It was soaked and spilled all over the floor. He held it over the sink and squeezed as much water out of it as possible before turning on a drying unit and tossing the cloak in to begin drying. He tried to run to the other end of the room to get a small necklace he had left there. But as he ran he slipped in the water and fell with a crash to the floor.

The man outside cried loudly, "Sir? Sir! I am coming in!" The tried to break in the door, while calling to some security personal to get help.

Harrip was dazed slightly, his head pounding from the fall, and lost control of his tongue, "Damn you to hell! I do not need help! Go on your bloody way and leave me alone!" He stood and swiped the small necklace off the counter and paced back to the dryer. He found his cloak to be sufficiently dry and pulled it over himself. Then he walked to the door, hearing the man smashing at it with something. Probably some metal tubing or something. Harrip stood back and activated the door to open. The man fell inside and suddenly looked around.


While the man was distracted by the fall, Harrip slipped past and out to the spaceport. He felt even more angry with himself than before. He could have handled that much better. "Blast...Just find the blasted locker and make your bleeding way to the next objective." He thought to himself. He had obviously missed the explosion and apparently he had taken enough time that everything seemed under control for now.

In a moment he stood before the locker that had been numbered. He opened it and found the strange cylinders. He wondered what was inside, but then remembered the ticket. "Probably spice." He took out a tin easily from its place, not caring to count at the moment. He walked away, too angry to inspect the stupid tin can any closer at the moment. A few minutes later, he was outside the spaceport and had walked off the most of his steam. He sat on a small bench, looking over the container. He realized that there was something written on it. Numbers.... "Easy, numbers stand for letters." His mind now was able to think clearer and he began to try and figure out the key to the code. It took him less time than the other code, his mind was on a roll at the moment and he found that this was easy. When he read it he thought to himself, "Well I guess I know where I am heading....This person is nuts...."

Standing he slipped the container into s pocket on the inside of his cloak to allow the use of both hands. He walked over to a terminal and began to search for the locations mentioned. It would take time, but then he had plenty.

[member="Dashal Vance"]
[member="Brevitæ"]
[member="Xephirus"]
 
Coruscant
Caira held the ticket in her hand, shifting it between her two hands. So many thoughts were running through her head. What kind of person would just through away a ticket? She was disgusted by the act of rich people. She hated those people, the people that could just through an expensive ticket like this one away. Caira would never have that luxury, but here she was now holding a ticket in her hand that someone had just thrown away. She was trying to figure out what she could with it now. She couldn't sell it, she was already on Coruscant. That was when she noticed the strange scribbles on the other side.


Brevitæ said:
F1nd my l05t puppy. 4dm15510n 15 fr33. D0 y0u 83l13v3 1n r3w4rd?
Caira's brain started to hurt as she tried to read the code. She had never really been good at reading. "Lo..st pup..py," Caira muttered with some struggle as she tried to read the words. "Numbers for letters?" She puzzled silently. What kind of game is being played?
Caira looked up and glanced at the people around her as if searching for the person who had dropped the ticket. Once she had seen no suspicious activity that she deemed having to do with the ticket. She stared at the ticket again. "A locker?" She wondered to herself, as a slight excitement spread across her. "A scavenger hunt"
Caira smiled and started to make her way to the location written on the ticket. She had waited for something exciting to do in her dull life.
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[member="Dashal Vance"]
[member="Harrip"]
[member="Xephirus"]
 
Westport Spaceport, Coruscant.
Reading, generally not giving a feth.

Break wasnt typically the one to care about or even want to solve puzzles, that was his job and doing this in his spare time didnt seem like much fun but for now its what he was stuck doing. He had actually taken the ticket from someone else as payment for some small time work, something to liven up his day and so far it wasnt so bad. He moved quickly as he read the ticket the numbers were easily translated with a droid brain.
<hmmm...L33t 5p34k huh...not terribly hard to read but who wastes the best trick on the first clue...>
He was merely making his way towards the first goal... a locker but that was until he saw a beautiful girl walking passed...
<now things are getting interesting.>
he thought as he watched her approach it perhaps this would be a good way to start...make an alliance and possibly get through this a little quicker.
He could easily and stealthily caught up to her so he gave it his best shot....


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[member="Harrip"]
[member="Dashal Vance"]
[member="Brevitæ"]
 

Beowoof

Morality Policeman :)
Plot Checkpoint 1.3

At dusk, in the middle of the intersection she had defined, the red Twi'lek activated her blacklight and began to spray an invisible paint composed of phosphors that only showed when exposed to blacklight. If they had read the previous message correctly, they should know what they were supposed to do.

In the beam of her lamp, the entire message was revealed. It was a patterned scrambler message, with a repeating number that was obviously vital to decoding the secret information.

3241
er_A _ebw ts_e iref sd_n te?y
3241
uorY yee_ a_rs m_ye afv_ irto c_oe ro_l ehnw oyu_ rae_ sal_ pe.e
3241
yh_W _oyd _upo gail irza m_ee ___?
3241
aevL y_oe _rtu aesr ersu ehr_ _._e
3241
_oyD _ulo ek_i eh_t uleB aMn_ rGo_ ?p_u ehrW i_se hte_ _rhi em?o tI__ _soi _tiu t_hn U_ne onwk .s_n
3241
aspC ra_l _sti _ech yt.i

Cocking her head and smiling daintily at her work, the Lethan wondered who might be following her. Had they made friends and teamed up to track down their elusive leader? Would they keep their canisters or set them down at this point? She hoped they were not discouraged. She intended to compensate them for their dedication later down the line.

Turning about, she set off to traverse the ghostly streets of The Works and find her way to the spaceport at the opposite end of the district. Keeping her blacklight on, the Twi'lek amused herself by flashing it back and forth, illuminating various materials by their secret, glowing color. Oh, what fun!


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Xephirus Cloud

The Echo of Destruction
Xepirus arrived and watched as each new character entered the locker and rummaged around. Xephirus stepped forward retrieving a bag for himself. He looked at the substance, concerned what the authorities would do should they find such a substance in his possession. Xephirus took a few steps away and as soon as he did a woman was behind him. [member="Caira Zee"] went through the locker, giddy as a gundark. Excited for the prize at the end of the proverbial rainbow. He stood back turned to her and listened to her. "But of course." He said reading through the puzzle for the first time. The only question he had was why the punctuations were replaced with the letter 'x'. Perhaps the message was directed to him since X was the first letter in his name. Could it be so simple?

He headed for the alley in question but not before stopping in one of those visitor gift shops for a blacklight. He entered the alleyway and illuminated the blacklight and read through the message. It didn't make any sense to him. Were the sentences scrambled? He knew others would be coming to this exact location, and while he had been able to decode some of it and truly wondered why anyone would like red/yellow eyes he knew he would be missing out on an opportunity if he stood still. He ducked behind a durasteel container and waited. He tried to decode the message as he waited but knew if he failed at that he could always tail someone.


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Harrip had finally made his way onto the street cross that had been spoken of in the letter. He had 'collected' a black light earlier, from one of the stores. As his credit stash was running a little low, he was trying to avoid making any purchases beyond the necessary. He just hoped that the owner wouldn't mind too much, Harrip had taken the smallest least expensive light he could. As he walked onto the street he looked around, seeing no one out in the open at the moment. He pulled the light out and shone it at a point in the street, but saw nothing. He tried again, still nothing. And again....something. He tried to read what was there, but it was only a few random letters. Then he shone it nearby and found more of the message. looking around for something to right on he found nothing. Harrip tried to remember all of the message as he sat on the ground reading it. But it was difficult as there was no message apparent to read. He pulled his hood back so that he could see all the way around him. The cloak always felt kind of stuffy and he didn't particularly like the material, but it had to do until he could find better.

Harrip thought he could read some of it, but it made little sense to him. He stood and walked to a wall where he could sit and think. At least here he had little to fear, for people wouldn't be as surprised by a strange alien.

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[member="Dashal Vance"]
 
Did you know that you had to be fifteen to legally drive a swoop or speeder on Hapan? That was entirely too long to wait for that of Dashal Vance. He had begun his amatuer career as a student driver just before he became a teenager, and after a few daring close calls he had gotten the hang of the bob and weave pattern necessary to not plow straight into oncoming traffic or eat dirt with too strong of a nose dive. Falling out had always mandated keeping the craft in a correct alignment with the horizon. That being said, in practice he got in after he turned fifteen to present day he wasn't too bad of a skylane pilot if he did say so himself. You know a slicer, never one to brag. Yeah right! The map had been uploaded to his gauntlet, and the droid had been assigned to return to it's port of birth after scrubbing the text from it's memory banks, and retrieving the canister. The canister itself was flying shotgun to the handsome Hapan as he weaved through skylane traffic.

"People ever heard of a grid system, it's so much better than this level poodoo you people designed. Come to the Capital Planet they said, easy navigation they said, we beat the Sith they said. Uh-huh, breaking all the travel agent dreams ain't ya Coruscant?" Dash commented as he navigated this way and that, attempting to get a good bead on his current level, and how he would access the intersection he decoded from second coded message. He was wondering exactly who had setup this game, but it was a scavenger hunt, so he was fated to particpate. At least someone in this Galaxy was plotting something amusing for once. He normally had to chase down activities, or come up with the next big ticket item. This time all he had to do was play the game. The radar indicated he was getting closer, as he tilted the car and glanced over at the alley as he passed it from about ten feet above. "Hmm, local color. Time to scout." He commented before turning the speeder and parking it on a nearby roof. Canister in hand he was on the move.

Over rooftops and bypasses, Dash was a nimble little ninja, using his free-running expertise to vault over obstacles and turn this city-scape into his own urban playground. All the while of this acrobatic prowess - the slicer was admittedly humming his own personal theme song! Night vision goggles on to compensate for his lack of vision during the twilight hours, Dash vaulted, somersaulted and wall-ran around and over various structures before he landed in a hushed crouch above the alleyway. This was the first time he'd seen people on the trail - but he knew there had to be more. He'd seen several tickets from that holo feed earlier, and even though he scrubbed one of the tickets to invalidate it, there were several more, and they had somehow beat him to this location. Two separate times he watched someone step into the alley waving around a black light for clarification. Each time they did, Dash clicked the Recording device on his goggles and let the feed transmit to his on-person tech gauntlets. Another code, another clue - another step in the right direction. Shifting to the side, Dash took up a position behind some piping to go through the readout of the hidden message.

"Jinkies..nah, Eureka...nope. Oh..Excelsior, I like that one best." Dash commented in hushed tones, attempting to capitalize on a word that would punctuate his moment of clarification best. His mind worked quick and his fingers just kept up the pace, trying a few combinations before the words started to make sense. A reverse engineering of some of the more basic words gave him two different options for solving the puzzle. The code itself had a partner that was quite similar and also happened to unravel the jumble. He loved the coincidence. "Gonna have to ferry another ride...but first, let's get rid of you." Dash said, plucking the canister from his side and heading back to the alley way. Placing the cylinder against the wall, he let it drop and slide right down onto a pile of black garbage bags near a dumpster.

And he was off, darting right back over the roof-tops and climbing into the speeder. He needed another hop skip and lightspeed jump off of the Core and to an entirely different and exotic location. Some of the code made perfect and amusing sense, and some of it was just non sequitur. Dash supposed you had to be a little bit crazy to come up with such an elaborate setup. The question was, would he beat this mystery game master to the punch-line or were they already waiting with the checkered flag. He knew one thing for certain, this had turned from a scavenger hunt to the Amazing Race, and he was going to out-fox the competition. The fastest way off of Coruscant and to his location was going to be the deportation ships that were now run by the One Sith, weeding out the undesirables. Thankfully getting onto a ship that was specifically designed for removing as many people as possible from the planet was child's play.


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Caira looked around and new she was in the right spot. She saw a man walk by holding a ticket just like the one she was holding. Clearly she wasn't alone in the task. Possibly forming an alliance would be helpful.

Caira heard the person behind her. Years on the street would do that to you.
She stopped where she was and turned around determined to find the follower.

"Hello?" She called out. "Who are you?"

She continued to look around until she saw the person holding a ticket. Perhaps this was the person she could form an alliance with.

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Break looked forward towards the girl and stopped. He smiled and scratched his head.
"I suppose you found me out huh?"
He said almost half way chuckling.
"I'm just another person working on the puzzle you may be wondering how to crack."
He smiled his goofy smile and put out his hand.
"Mind if we team up?"
God faking human emotions was turning into a pain but it was well worth it should the girl comply.
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Beowoof

Morality Policeman :)
Plot Checkpoint 1.4

The wild Twi'lek sashayed aboard the unmarked freighter bound for a far-away world. The smuggler had promised a quick flight with no Sith aggravations on their way to the Unknown Regions, boasting in the mechanical genius and unfathomable speeds of his vessel. In exchange, he expected her to provide some extracurricular performance. Brevitæ was not exactly surprised. They always did--until they spent a couple hours with her around. Depending on the magnitude of the pilot's exaggerations, this trip would be fast. And it would be free!

Oh, he was so going to regret this!


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