Phun and Games [OS Dominion of Phu]

[Jorus Merrill]

Location: Spaaace
Allies: [member="Samael Rekali"]
Objective:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYCPccFQHWA

With a hold full of Bardottans -- Dagoyans, their families, their acolytes -- the YV-929 Gypsymoth clawed for hard vacuum under full cloak. Within the hibridium bubble, all was dark outside the ship. Jorus kept one eye on the Force and the other on the periscope viewscreen.

It'd been a wrench, leaving his podracer, and more of one leaving Taralkaar deep in the cave. Some things couldn't be helped. The extra time it would have taken could have gotten them all killed; at the very least, it could have put the traumatized Bardottans in serious danger.

But as they left the grav well and jumped to lightspeed, that danger ended, and he knew he'd made the right choice.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: Recover
Relevant People: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Posts: [12/20] (13)

Dietrich stared at the screen of the DataPad in shock. He had won. Although it was what he had wanted, he was still in shock. The last moments of the race were a blur to him. He could only remember crossing the finish line neck in neck with the other two racers followed by losing control of his racer and having to abandon it.

Satisfied with the results of the race, Dietrich put away the DataPad, closed his eyes and allowed his body to rest for the first time in a while. Having the chance to rest like this was rare for Dietrich who usually exhibited workaholic tendencies often going for days on end without sleep. His sleep was deep, peaceful and dreamless unplagued by the memories of his childhood.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=9/20]​

Objective: Having more fun
Location: On foot
Allies: None
Enemies: Found one!

For almost two days, Melori tracked the Jedi through the forest. After trying to disable the speeder bike, she had lost her balance and fallen with a bone-jarring crunch. It was a sloppy miscalculation, the result of moving too fast to stop her momentum. The wind had been knocked out of her. She swayed in and out of consciousness for several long minutes before she was able to resume the chase. By then, the speeder was gone and she didn't have the energy to attempt another burst of speed. So she started walking, maintaining a casual pace as she let her body recover from the extreme effort of running in the Force.

It took more than a day to reach the place where the speeder bike was hidden. It was half buried in a mountain of dead leaves and branches at the bottom of a scar-like trench. She almost strode past the ravine and probably would have missed it entirely had she been moving faster. These Jedi were certainly hard on their vehicles, she mused.

She dropped into the ravine to examine the speeder. The Jedi wasn't nearby, and she hadn't expected something as mundane as a crash to hinder her. It appeared that the speeder bike had simply run out of energy.

She spent the next day following the trail. What began as a simple matter turned daunting as the trail suddenly disappeared. She plumbed the Dark-side, urging it to illuminate the path the Jedi had taken. But nothing was forthcoming so she wandered, looking for physical signs of the Padawan’s passage or wait for the Force to betray them.

Or for the Jedi to betray herself.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[1/20]
Objective: Swoop-Duel.
Location: Duelling pit.

Out of all the things in the Galaxy there were few things Darth Ophidia proclaimed to love. Swoop Bikes were one of those rare loves, and given the chance to not only race, but to duel on her Swoop, she jumped the chance like a hyperactive flea jumps away from a burning Wookie. She had outfitted herself with her beskar breastplate and helmet, but left much of the airy fabrics behind to further her own aerodynamics. Her armour, once shining brilliantly with a coppery tint, was now scuffed, stained and worn. It told the tale of countless duels to the death. In the crevices of her helmet, one could still find a thin crust of dried blood and mud.

Her tall, slender figure stepped up to her Swoop, A lightsabre dangled on her hip; one vibrodagger was strapped to the front of her let shoulder and one on the side of her right thigh. She held her helmet in her left hand and ran the strong fingers of her right over the leather seat of the Swoop. The sun shone down on the Rattataki’s bald head as her burning eyes stared down into the pit. Across the way, her opponent was getting ready as well.

Darth Ophidia lifted the beskar helmet over her head and fastened it securely. Her head whipped back and forth to make sure it was truly fastened before she lifted her right leg and straddled her beast of a transportation. A flick of her hand, the engines started booting up. Her hands clenched onto the steering as the Swoop came to life and begun to lift under her. The sheer power of the machine sent a quiver through her thin, muscled body, and a smile settled upon her lips. Her opponent straddled her own bike, and the two stood on the edge of the starting pit in a tense stand-off.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=10/20]​

Objective: Having more fun
Location: On foot
Allies: None
Enemies: Found one!

Melori hid herself from detection as the Jedi had done. More time passed and she took a few hours to rest and meditate on the Dark-side.

When she was ready to move out again, she became a tireless predator, a relentless stalker. She paused, sniffed the air, and opened herself to the Force. There it was. A tingle, a subtle vibration. It wasn't much, but she had found her quarry. With a smile that was both disturbing and hateful, she moved in for the kill.

The Jedi was on the move again. The clouds parted just enough to reveal a patch of clear night sky and the moon shone through the break, painting the area in a pale, ghostly light. Her senses tingled like live wires as the Force coursed through her, but she couldn't locate the Sith in the Force. She was clearly hiding, though the Jedi still had a vague sense of being watched, even if she couldn't pinpoint the source of her trepidation.

She pressed her search, eventually coming across a calm, still lake that filled the open space. The clouds were tearing apart, and now she could see stars in the deep blue expanse around the moon. Perhaps the storm was dying. If so, it was a good omen.

The heavy storm clouds framed the clearing, but the sky directly overhead was crisp and clear. The Jedi was calm, at peace. The Force's song vibrated through her, filling her with confidence and power. She was ready.

The shadow stood at the edge of the clearing. She had been aware of the Dark One's presence for a few moments, but she made no move, gave no indication that she had spotted her. The shadow boiled out of the darkness, and in the pale glow of the moon’s light, the Sith was revealed. She moved toward her without a sound, waiting to ignite her lightsaber until the last possible moment.

The Jedi Knight stood without haste, calmly turning to face the onrushing Dark-sider. The Sith paused, momentarily confused by her unhurried actions. She drew her own weapon and locked their gazes.

"Your Darkness betrays you," the Jedi said.

"And you deny the Darkness within you, Jedi," Melori retorted. "Reject your Jedi oath and follow me."

"That will never happen."

"So you believe."

Two lightsabers flared to life. In the distance, thunder rumbled out of the clouds.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: A (Seize the Guo Mines)
Location: Guo Mining Complex (Storage Area A)
Posts: [05/20]

The doors to the storage area slid open, causing the corpse of the Phuii security officer to fall forward and nearly collide into Adekos. The droids had been busy while he had been busy speaking with the Foreman. Well, murdering. They would have spoke if the Foreman hadn't tried to respond so brutishly. Dead or alive, talkative or terse, that was all in the past now. Darth Adekos was much more focused on the future, and the future was looking very bright indeed. Probably because of all that sunlight reflecting off the mounds of gold ore he was about to yank out of this place.

"Alrighty, then." The Umbaran strode into the center of the storeroom. The corpses of more security personnel were sprawled about with the occasional destroyed Sentinel droid to indicate the Phuii had fought with some level of competency. "Somebody tell me what we've got here."

A Sentinel droid with a red trimmed chestplate stepped forward. The red chestplate was to indicate some kind of officer rank. It made them easier to tell apart in Adekos' experience.

"Guo Mines: daily output of approximately fifty-four kilograms of gold. Shipments made every four days. Projected amount of gold present in facility: two-hundred and sixteen kilograms."

What an absolutely helpful droid. Adekos would have to remember to promote him when they were done here. Provided he wasn't gunned down in his prime. No doubt there were other security guards still lurking around in the facility, conspiring to take it back or halt the dastardly advance of an equally dastardly Umbaran. "Is this all of it?"

"Negative." The droid said flatly, bordering on the impolite. "Gold stored in four separate storage areas."

So this only represented a quarter of all the raw gold that was cooped up in this facility. Even better. They would need to move quickly. Adekos didn't want any Phuii security teams making attempts to spirit his loot away. Darth Adekos had very expensive tastes and he would need every ounce of gold in this mining complex if he wanted to remain able to afford them. Granted, most of his tastes were already paid for by his... Other operation. The tastes referred to in this particular instance were largely a matter of paying for weapons, fortifications, infrastructure, and more droids.

"Do we have a map?"

"Affirmative."

"You take the lead, then." Adekos gestured for the commander to take point, which it did. The other droids began to follow, but Adekos stopped a few of them from departing completely. "You three, start counting crates. Keep this area secure. The others will be along with a trolley to start loading up our freighter."

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=11/20]​

Objective: Having more fun
Location: On foot
Allies: None
Enemies: Found one…and now two!

Two lightsabers flared to life. In the distance, thunder rumbled out of the clouds.

The storm was all around them, despite the clear sky above. Lightning flashed over the clearing. So much for a good omen, the Padawn thought.

With the next clap of thunder, Melori charged. The Padawan met her charge, lightsaber to lightsaber, Dark-side to Light.

The Jedi Knight watched the battle between Padawan and Sith warrior erupt, horrified that it had taken her so long to find them. Their energy blades carved intricate patterns in the night, punctuated by frequent sparks as the blades collided, drew apart, and collided again.

The Knight ignited her lightsaber, drawing comfort from the familiar snap-hiss-hum of the weapon. Then she charged across the open area, rushing toward the lakeshore to aid her Padawan.

The Sith Lord and the Padawan danced to a life-or-death song only they could hear. It was a dance of violence that reverberated in the Force. The two combatants took each other's measure with the first series of strikes and counterstrikes. One gave ground, then took it back — as they sliced and parried. More thunder, and then the wind picked up, swirling sand around them as they fought. For the Sith and the Jedi, time seemed to ebb and flow, each moment a complex clash of Force-enhanced attacks and blocks that played out in a kind of slow motion.

The Sith warrior launched a barrage of deadly strikes at the Padawan — who by now was struggling to keep up.

The Knight leaped into the fray then, striking at Melori from behind. She countered this attack, but now she bore an enemy on each side. She let her anger build. This gave her strength, allowed the Dark-side to blossom within her. Her lightsaber twirled from one side to the other, blocking a strike from the Jedi here, parrying a swipe from the Apprentice there. What she could not do from this position was launch a meaningful attack at either of them. To do so would be to give the other an opportunity.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Offer sponsorship to winner of the Super Phun Galaxy Classic
Allies: [member="Dietrich Klein"]
Post: 13/20

Dietrich Klein was sleeping when Tmoxin arrived. The flowers she had sent were resting on the hospital end table next to his bed. Their fragrance helped the room smell less clinical. The Hapan normally didn't have time to sit around and wait, but she felt she owed it to the winner to talk to him about the sponsorship opportunity.

After about an hour, she became impatient, so she began talking to Klein in a soft voice, hoping he would wake up. "My first job after I left Hapes was working for a slicer. While I am not as technologically savvy, I've always admired that skillset. I could probably use a slicer in my current line of work," she said.

A nurse walked into the room to refresh the pitcher of water by his bed, so the Hapan executive stayed quiet until she left. "Dietrich, are you feeling better?" she asked after watching the young racer move around in the bed a bit.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: A (Seize the Guo Mines)
Location: Guo Mining Complex (Hallway)
Posts: [06/20]

"Oh, man, Oh... Man!" Kaix wheezed, huffed, and grumbled as he shoved the hover-trolley along. Being a spindly little Phuii wasn't helping make this a quick process, and the other guy helping him push wasn't much help either. There was a lot of gold in this crate.

This whole situation was absolutely insane. They had run drills, they had fought off some pirates that one time back in '43, but this? These was a Sith! This was way above his paygrade. In fact, everything he had to deal with in this facility was above his paygrade. He hated working here. The miners gave him attitude. The bookkeepers gave him attitude. That guy on the intercom was a freakin' weirdo. The Foreman was a shut-in. He hated working here since he first showed up, but it paid the bills. Now he and his buddies here were going to be paying a lot more than bills once they got this crate to Makeo's shuttle. Makeo had, of course, bravely decided to take point. Little bastard just didn't want to have to push.

He'd entertained this fantasy before, at any rate. Skip out of the damn facility with a crate of gold, hop on his shuttle, then get out of dodge. Sell the gold and then spend the rest of his life blazed out of his mind with naked Twi'leks on either arm. The same stuff everyone wanted out of life. The opportunity to do it hadn't presented itself until now. The head of security was dead, courtesy of that last stand he wanted to hold. Regular nutcase, that guy. "Hey, let's all get killed by a Sith because some rich guy's gold is on the line! Death before dishonor, brah brah brah!"

If he noticed Kaix and company had slipped out right before they set up the turret, he was too dead to do anything about it now! He heard the radio chatter right before he flung his in a waste receptacle. The three fleeing Phuii rounded a corner, shoving the trolley like their lives depended on it... Because their lives did depend on it.

"It's just around this corner!" Makeo announced, right before a single crimson blaster bolt smacked him in the chest and floored him. Kaix correctly assessed he wouldn't be getting back up.

There had been a squad of droids led by a man in a reflective mask coming up the corridor. Kaix was no expert on Sith customs insofar as dressing up was concerned, but that was probably the Sith. The red lightsaber that sprung to life in his hand was also somewhat telling. It only took Kaix a few seconds for him to assess the situation: one accomplice dead, horde of droids down the hallway, a Sith with an active lightsaber marching right towards them. He did as any Phuii would do.

Kaix screamed yanked himself away from the trolley, and sprinted back around the corner. The other guy followed after him, also screaming. Miraculously, neither of them were pursued. Probably because Adekos himself had stopped to inspect the crate they just left for him.

"That was convienent." He said, closing the lid. "Generous, even. Bring it to the ship."

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: ???
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Post: [13/20] (14)

Dietrich slowly opened his eyes. The pain medication fed to him through an IV was working well; he couldn’t feel any pain at all. He thought he had asked the doctor to decrease his pain medication, but it seems not. Somewhat annoyed about the pain medication that the money he had squirreled away was being wasted on, Dietrich looked around the room until his gaze fell upon the visitor that sat in a chair near his bed. Having a visitor was something Dietrich was not used to.

Dietrich stared at the woman who sat near his bed. She looked familiar, not because she was attractive but because Dietrich had seen her somewhere before. Her name, if he recalled correctly, was Tmo…Tmoxin Temi, a well-known business woman. Dietrich stared at Temi and somewhat puzzled and wondered what the purpose for her visit was.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Offer sponsorship to winner of the Super Phun Galaxy Classic
Allies: [member="Dietrich Klein"]
Post: 14/20

"Oh you're awake!" Tmoxin said in mock-surprise as if she hadn't been yammering on in the background the whole time. "That was an impressive win you pulled off." Did she have a touch of guilt? Sure, just a little. If her bribing had been successful, she would be awarding the Morpho sponsorship to the White Racer. But it all worked out in the end. Well, maybe not for Walka, the Phuii racer who was also somewhere in the very same hospital. I'll visit her next, thought Tmoxin.

"And in addition to the 750,000 credits, I decided to sponsor the winner. Walka Shar is the name and face of Morpho Sports Complex, but since she lost the race, I'd like to offer it to you. Or perhaps you share the sponsorship and both become my celebrity racers?"

Walka was still an amazing racer. Tmoxin didn't want to punish the Phuii native for losing. While many in the galaxy thought the Hapan executive was cold-hearted and xenophobic, she wasn't a monster. Having owned Morpho for so long, she knew how fickle the world of competitive sports could be.

"Anyway," she continued, pulling out a datapad. "If you're interested, you can sign here on the dotted line. Just a fingerprint signature is enough. The sponsorship comes with a salary, benefits and all types of other expenses paid."

She lay the datapad on the bed, near Dietrich's hand.

"What do you say?"

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: ???
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Post: [14/20] (15)

Dietrich’s face lit up at the mention of 750, 000 credits. Nothing was capable of making Dietrich as happy as money did. However, a sponsorship was a whole new monster. Yes, it promised a more steady income for Dietrich but was the attention that it entailed worth it? Dietrich spent his whole life since his escape trying to avoid the attention of others so wouldn’t taking the sponsorship be doing the very thing he was trying to avoid? And what if the one person Dietrich never wanted to encounter again was to notice? Dietrich frowned as he pondered his whether or not to accept.

This decision was not one Dietrich took lightly. If he accepted, it would drastically change his life. Instead of hiding in the shadows like he was used to, he would be the centre of attention and the face of a company but at least, this would mean that he would not have to worry when business was slow. Dietrich gritted his teeth. He knew if turned down this offer, he would most likely regret it. Perhaps it was time that he took a risk – besides, if that man wanted to find Dietrich, he would have been recaptured not long after he ran away. Maybe it was time that he took a risk and allow this drastic change to happen.

Dietrich placed his finger print on the dotted line on the screen of the DataPad. He made his choice, there was no turning back. “This is my decision,” Dietrich said as he slowly sat up on his bed and faced Temi. “I’m going to be frank with you Miss Temi; we both know that I don't look the part of someone who would be the face of a company, so I think it would be in both of our best interests to change that. I propose that we have me undergo an operation to change my appearance. Luckily, I don’t think the audience saw my face clearly however, they should recognise my voice so it shouldn't be too much trouble.” Dietrich suggested.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Edit: Character has received a reboot. This post is non-cannon now.

Objective: C
Allies: OS
Enemies: None
Post: [1/20]

Like prey, the Phuii ran in terror. He was stalked by a great darkness. It chased him, gained on him. He could hear its footsteps come closer, and closer. Panic took hold of him, its tendrils drilled into his mind. “I’m going to die… I’m going to die!” He screamed to himself. As he ran for his life, he looked back, but curiously saw nothing. He slowed down, apprehensively, and eventually came to a stop. He caught his breath, and examined his surroundings. There were no signs of whatever was chasing him. A sense of relief washed over scared Phuii. “I lost it…” he thought to himself. The Phuii took a few moments to get his bearings. He needed to find a way back home, back to safety, back to his family. He surveyed the area around him, until he was startled by a sudden sound behind him. He turned in fear, and found himself face-to-face with what followed him. In one moment, he saw the face of the monstrous Raoh. In the next, darkness.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=12/20]​

Objective: Having more fun
Location: On foot
Allies: None
Enemies: Found one…and now two!

Melori switched to a one-handed grip, leaving her left hand free. She balled her free hand into a fist, squeezing tight and imagining all of her anger slipping down her arm to pool there. She imagined it was a tightly wound spring. Then, when the Jedi's weapon bounced away from her parry, turning her slightly to one side, she opened her hand and unleashed the power that was concentrated therein. The Force spread out like a wave, striking the Jedi and knocking her backward.

She called the Force to her again, let it surround her, and then she leaped. She was gone before the apprentice's weapon had barely begun its arc. By the time the energy blade passed through the place she had been, the Sith landed softly behind her. Her blood surged with triumph. The apprentice was off balance, just barely, but it was enough. She lashed out, the burning blade of her own weapon skewering the young Rodian.

The Padawan was dead. Stunned, the Jedi watched as her apprentice slumped to the ground. Sorrow flooded her, and she couldn't hold back its flow. Anger rode in on these waves, as did a hatred the likes of which she could not remember ever experiencing. She had failed her student.

Her Padawan was dead.

The Sith had to die, too.

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Ren paused and listened she nodded not like he could see or feel the nod, "Ok love" Ren then sent the message for the Blade to be prepared, it would take time to ensure it was fueled, engines primed, and the things she bought placed on board. She had simple needs on things and most of what she needed was provided to her but there were a few things that she needed.

The crystal that Mythos had given to her currently hung on a silver chain around her neck, she was collecting materials to craft a new light saber. While many complimented her on the beauty of the crystal she longed to see it in use.

She slowly back through the crowd and headed towards the ship, she would be waiting when he came. The race had been so exciting.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=13/20]​

The Jedi saw the Sith smile as she charged toward her. She knew she should control her emotions. She was on dangerous ground. But her Padawan wasn't supposed to die! The Jedi wanted to hurt the Sith. She wanted to make her pay.

Lightsaber blades collided once more.

Hours later, they were still locked in battle. They were too evenly matched for either to gain more than a temporary advantage. They hurled rocks and sticks on tendrils of Force. They sliced and slashed and hacked with lightsabers that hummed angrily at the continued exertion. They taunted each other when they could spare a breath. Punches, kicks, knees, and elbows, they pounded on each other with every weapon at their disposal.

Battered and bruised, covered in cuts and scratches, they both looked ready to drop. Whenever the Jedi felt her muscles weaken, she remembered her beloved student and found the strength to carry on. Where the Sith found such stamina, she had no clue.

The bloated clouds had returned, gathering into a singularly fearsome presence. Jagged streaks of lightning exploded from within as thunder crashed down with a terrible intensity. With every strike and parry, thunder peeled. With every punch and kick, lightning spread across the sky like fiery spider webs.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Offer sponsorship to winner of the Super Phun Galaxy Classic
Allies: [member="Dietrich Klein"]
Post: 15/20

Tilting her head to the side, Tmoxin listened to the slicer describe his wishes. Dietrich seemed a bit shy and hesitant, but let’s face it, when were the hackers of the galaxy ever really comfortable in public? None that the Hapan knew except Cryax Bane maybe.

“It’s ironic that you want an operation to change your face. My brother Armand Temi owns a clinic on Hapes called The Fountain of Youth. While he and I are… somewhat estranged,” Tmoxin continued. “I may be able to help negotiate a deal so you can have your appearance altered.

Now Tmoxin rarely offered anything without wanting something in return, but she couldn’t think of much she needed from this simple racer, except some occasional slicing.

“Would you work for me on a contract basis? If I needed any of the type of work that you do?” she asked.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: A (Seize the Guo Mines)
Location: Guo Mining Complex (Storage Area B.)
Posts: [07/20]

The second storage area was short one crate- the one Adekos had already found -but was otherwise intact. It had not been defended. Darth Adekos was begining to suspect that the ranks of the security guards had been all but depleted in their defense of the main hallway and the first storage room. The Guo Mines had an interesting set up. The ore was stored in accordance to which company would be picking it up. Adekos hadn't bothered to check which company was which; see who exactly he was stealing from. It didn't really matter. They weren't getting reimbursed. In all likelihood they weren't even going to get an official memo about what happened here today. They would hear about it, stop being able to receive their shipments.

They wouldn't even have the gall to make a stink about it. If the One Sith wanted those mines and the gold in them, they were lucky to just be left out of the equation.

Adekos stopped abruptly as he strode among the shelves. He angled his head to the right, listening... He sensed something. "Is someone hiding in here?"

Kaix meandered out from his hiding spot, hands extended upward. "I surrender."

There was no indication that the Umbaran recognized Kaix from earlier. All of these Phuii looked the same to him. For all he knew, the Foreman could have planted a double in his spot and then let himself get taken captive as a miner or something. It really didn't matter, as long as the Foreman was out of the picture and Adekos had a corpse to turn in at the end of the day. To a greater extent, Adekos was largely apathetic towards the Phuii still left alive in this mining complex. Ransoming them would have been a tedious process, murdering them in cold blood just wasn't his style. This one was no different.

"I don't care." He answered flatly. "Get out."

"Oh! Uh," Kaix stammered. Apparently he had been expecting something else. "Well, I- I- Just, you know-"

"Are you deaf? Stop sputtering like a wet toaster and get out of my sight, you-"

So focused on giving Kaix a verbal beating, Adekos hadn't noticed his unnamed colleague creep out from behind another corner and aim a blaster pistol at his back. A single bolt from a DL-44 into the small of his back would have normally wounded him rather fatally. But unfortunately for the clever pair of Phuii, their target was still wearing his energy shield. Adekos' head wrenched itself to look behind him and glare at the shooter. A moment later, the pistol's energy cell overloaded and exploded in the Phuii's hands, blowing them both off and leaving him maimed.

He would go into shock and die over the next few minutes, which left Kaix.

It happened quickly, so by the time Adekos looked back at Kaix, the Phuii had only taken one step back and was still reaching for his own sidearm. Disgusting! Who taught these people ettiquite? Here he had been reasonable, patient- understanding, even! And now they had tried to shoot him in the back. What were they hoping to accomplish? Collect a Republic bounty? Martyr themselves? Delinquints, the both of them, and they were going to pay for it. In one smooth motion the lightsaber came into Adekos' hand, ignited, and decapitated Kaix at the base of his comically large neck.

Head and corpse tumbled to the ground separately, leaving Adekos alone and seething in anger. "Senseless. Utterly senseless."

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: ???
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Post: [15/20] (16)

“Thank you Miss Temi, although it may not seem like it, I have many enemies and unfortunately my appearance has been made known to a few of them when I was doing field work for my clients. Signing that contract and being in the public eye would be quite troublesome for me if someone was to recognise me. Also, as for working for you on a contract basis, that is something I am more than happy to do. I don’t discriminate; I work for whoever can afford my services. I will warn you though; there are many rumours about me, all of them terrible and many of which are true.” Dietrich stared at Temi still weary from the pain medication. Aside from the cost, this was anothing thing he hated about pain medication from hospitals.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Objective: Rest.
Allies: None.
Post: [1/20]

In truth, Isamu was not a fan of pod racing. It was a back-water sport. One absent from the core worlds. However, since becoming Grand General, life presented few chances of rest for the stalwart soldier. So, he took what chances he could to rest his weary bones.

Away from miscreants, and above the fray, Isamu and a number of his officers watched from a private box. They were esteemed guests of the promoters, and were afforded all the proper luxuries it entailed. Their cups overflowed with drink, and their stomachs stuffed with food. They wanted for naught.

The race began, to great fanfare. The crowd roared with excitement, but Isamu did not. He felt indifferent to the spectacle. The aging solder was intent on resting his hurt back, and to not be caught up in this buffoonery. He laid his head back, resting it on the chair, and let out a deep breath.

His rest was cut short, by a rather vocal officer. The man cheered with glee, enthralled by each twist-and-turn of the race. “Come on, Dietrich!” he exclaimed. “You’re a fan, are you?” Isamu asked the overly-excited officer. The officer turned to the Grand General, and froze for a second. He had just realized how loud he had been.

“Oh, ah, yes sir… I love pod-racing…” He said, with an undertone of fear. “What’s your name?” Isamu asked. “Arlos, sir. Captain Arlos.” The Captain took a deep breath, and calmed himself. “I’m sorry sir” he said, ashamed. “I can be quiet.” Isamu waved away the offer. “Have your fun, Captain. It’s been a long war, and we need every little victory we can get.”

In the end, the race came to an explosive conclusion. A photo-finish, followed by a thunderous crash. Captain Arlos cheered as Dietrich was announced the winner. With that, Isamu’s rest had come to an end. Duty called, and he answered.