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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Sept 22, 2005 5:14:03 GMT
"Raviel? He has helped her in the past, but he is loyal to the Ebonclaws....Selae hates them. She would never have one by her side...."
*She was confused by this statement. Completely confused. Why would Selae seek the help of a Danthiri if she hated them so? She had to admit there was much about Kyra she didn't know.*
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Post by Seirra Darque on Sept 22, 2005 5:29:12 GMT
*Sable stands, walking across the lounge to get herself something to drink*
"You are wrong, that one is loyal to Selae to the bitter end. He is so in love with her that he would do whatever she asked just to be near her. Trust me Dear, I've looked into his heart and I know very well his secrets. That is what I do you see, find out things and use them to my advantage."
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Sept 22, 2005 5:50:50 GMT
*She bows her head as the gravity of this message hits home. Lirreka was a victim now as well as Onderon. She lifts her head up and looks at Sable.*
"You have to take me back to Onderon. Things are in motion that I have to stop. Sable, please you've got to help me."
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Post by Seirra Darque on Sept 22, 2005 5:55:24 GMT
*Sable looks at Arael as if she grew a second head*
"Go back to Onderon? Dear you have to realize by now that Selae if not there already is headed there. Viea has re-emerged from her hiding place and is more wicked then ever, do you really think that there are Jedi still left alive on that world? I'll be lucky to keep our necks out of their noose."
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Sept 22, 2005 6:03:10 GMT
"If I die by their sword, then so be it. I'm not afraid of death. There is too much at stake on Onderon to just walk away from. If you help me, perhaps we can help you get your things back that Viea has stolen...."
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Post by Seirra Darque on Sept 22, 2005 6:13:42 GMT
*Sable frowns at Arael*
"Why do the young think dying for a cause actually results in anything other then failure to truly help? Do you really want to help the people of Onderon, do you really want to help the Jedi or are you just into meaningful dying gestures?" She holds up her hand knowing that a sharp retort is coming "Before you answer think of this. If you want to help as I know you do then going there to face the 'evil ones' isn't the answer, you're not strong enough nor capable enough. What you need to do is to get the Jedi there to scatter. It won't be safe for long for them there and presume that Selae or Viea knows the locations of the Jedi hideouts. The Jedi need to Hide, Selae won't allow them to rise again not now. If you are willing I can help but going to Onderon now is suicide and that is a waste of effort. Surely you see that."
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Sept 22, 2005 6:31:58 GMT
*Her eyebrows had furrowed and indeed she had stood up ready to make a interjection on her reasoning reminding her what a Jedi was. Yet, she stopped as she listened to the rest of what Sable was saying.*
"How do you suggest we get them to scatter if I can't return to Onderon? They must know of what is going on. Selae probably has her plan in action now and we are wasting time."
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Post by Seirra Darque on Sept 22, 2005 6:39:42 GMT
"If you show up there you will be targeted immediately, we both know that. Either from Selae's thugs, those still loyal to Queen Kyra, Sith infilitrators or any other faction that Selae and Viea have wrapped around their fingers. One whiff of your happy-happy-joy-joy Lightside aura and you'll be in a cell just as sure as you're sitting here. Your Jedi won't listen to me, that's for certain." She walks over to the door that leads to what should be the passenger quarters but insteads opens up to her onboard lab. She is only in there a moment before returning with a package roughly six inches on a side. "Here, this is what you need." She smiles.
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Sept 22, 2005 6:41:54 GMT
*Arael moves to where she is a little to the side and can see a little of the lab from her distance. Her eyes search it trying to see what all she had stored there before moving back to Sable who carried out the package. She was wary at this point.*
"And what is that?"
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Post by Seirra Darque on Sept 22, 2005 6:45:59 GMT
"Well it's alot like one of those Danthiri bio suits and alot like my masks. It will hide you from Selae AND Viea should she be there, mask your aura, provide you with a near flawless cover AND provide you a means of revealing yourself to individuals without compromising your entire disguise. Please don't thank me." She smiles, yes she's proud of her creation.
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Sept 22, 2005 6:50:04 GMT
*She looked at the package and then back to Sable. Could she be trusted? She was sith afterall.*
"How do I know this isn't some kind of trick? There has to be some kind of hitch."
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Post by Seirra Darque on Sept 22, 2005 7:01:26 GMT
*Sable shrugs and takes a drink of her tea*
"You don't, there's nothing I can say now that I wouldn't say if I were trying to trick you. I can't prove it's safe, I always make my toys safe for me to use, I could easily be lying in some elaborate scheme to get you to put this on which will do something horrible to you. All I can say is I'm not. I'm not even going to say you have to trust me because I haven't earned anyones especially your trust. I'm trying to but right now there's none in the bank."
*She takes another sip of her tea.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Sept 22, 2005 7:42:32 GMT
*Arael thinks about it for a moment and decides it is the only hope she has. No matter what the cost to her, she must get word to Onderon. Slowly, she takes the package from Sable and opens it up.*
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Post by Seirra Darque on Sept 22, 2005 7:50:16 GMT
*The suit as it were was that of a human male, perhaps older the Arael by five or so years with a strong atheletic build. His arms from wrists to shoulder are covered in interlacing almost tribal-like tattoos that interlink across the back . His features are strong, rugged rather then handsome, a scar across his right eyebrow. with thick shaggy black hair.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Sept 22, 2005 7:55:11 GMT
*The life-likeness of the suit sent a shiver through her spine. It looked real. She had never played a man before and didn't know how well she could do it. True she had taught one padawan and has been around several men. The only images she could pull up were that of Gurv. It was then she felt homesick. Was she forever in the grasp of Sable or could she escape...should she escape? There were many possibilities and indeed many traps that could result from this. She took the suit and looked it over until she finally found how to put it on. Moving to a far corner wanting some sense of privacy, she slipped it on.*
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