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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 24, 2005 7:15:16 GMT
He shakes his head no while downing another drink. His mouth had begun to get messy as some of the dark liquid dribbled down his chin and front of his tunic.
"I was the trial. They get me and they got in. Then that witch of a woman tortured me until I told her about the security within the Senate building. That whole attack was my fault. The lives of those senators are on my hands."
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Nov 24, 2005 7:31:00 GMT
"Torture is not an easy thing to resist. Though the lives of others is not an easy thing to take responsibility for either."
*He paused for a while then began to speak, this time more straight fowardly*
"Heres the deal General, im looking to locate this woman you speak of, and your not being very helpfull, and im starting to get agrivated. So if you have info, now is the time to talk!"
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 24, 2005 7:34:56 GMT
"Look, son. If I knew where this woman was, I would have her in the courts by now or kill her myself. I don't know her name or anything else. All I remember is waking up in some room with these two cocky males talking to her. One was human and one was a Trandoshan."
*He thinks a little harder trying to come up with a name and comes up with nothing.*
"The only helpful advice I can give you is that the place looked kinda like the slums you'd see on Nar Shaddaa."
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Nov 24, 2005 21:30:57 GMT
"Thats all i needed to know."
*He arose, after finishing his drink and turned to face the Genaral*
"Thank you General Tanib. Have a nice rest."
*He waved his hand through the air, causing the Genaral to feel a feeling of drowsy ness, soon he would drift soundly asleep forgetting his whole night. Though it didnt matter if he didnt, Dom just liked good endings. He turned away, and moved out of the door making his way to the Nightblade.
For an hour he sat in the scilence of the darkned cockpit. Just thinking on life and its various effects it has on people. This ship itself held so much knowladge, finding would be another story. He took off and set courcse for the planet of Nar Shadaa, the Smugglers Moon. and a place he was pretty familliar with.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 25, 2005 4:16:51 GMT
*Radmila had just returned from Utapau and headed towards the good doctor's residence to see about some of her injuries. Her mind still went back to the safety of Vassur. Still, she didn't like this arrangement one bit. She had thoroughly searched the ship and found no spying devices. His last words to her echoed through her mind. She couldn't run and hide...yet part of her also was curious to know what the people he left behind were like.*
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Nov 25, 2005 4:38:09 GMT
* It was smoothing flying to Nar Shadaa. Quite and peacefull, to some people such things were considered a luxery, to a man like Dominic, quietn and peacefull was usually followed by a series of unfortunate events. He sat up in the pilots seat of the Nightblade and began to search some of the compartments, id give him soemthing to do to pass the time, and a bonus was he hadnt taken the time to explore the contents of the Nightblade since it was stolen and what not. He found several datapads, and some tools, all containing something about a man, conincidently named the same as the ship.
He looked up from his search to check the readings on the Navi Computer, not long now He thought as he opened a compartment in the side pannel of the control array. Several things were inside, though he took a notice to two items inparticular. One a lightsaber, he could always use another weapon, Its hilt had the inscription on it of what appeared to be a name in white print, though its exact text was worn away from battle.
The other item, was a comlink. Not that Dominic hadnt seen comlinks before, it was just that this was, was so unique, so origional and elegant, it was beautifull in everyway, the craftsmanship was so fine and presice, the machanical workins of it gleamed brightly through the the force with their pristine condition, even after some usage. It was as if the Comlinke was fit for none other than a princess.
After inspecing these gadgets for some time, he once again took upon himsel the role of a pilot and gided his ship through the space traffic of Nar Shadaa which was unusually heavy. And on que it happened, a ships cannons misfired, due to a wireing malfunction and the Nightblade was rocked by the bolts of a ships auto turrets. The lurch of the ship threw Dominic onto the side pannel of the ship slicing his shoulder pretty deeply. He'd have to get that edge dulled. He landed the ship in the landing quarters that belonged to a local medical facility and hopped out.
He locked the Nightblade up and entered the Medical Facility where he approached the front desk. Like most front desks, they simply told him to take a seat and wait his turn, he was unpatient, though he had nothing better to do, so he took a seat in the lounge, and waited.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 25, 2005 4:50:43 GMT
*The news that Radmila had received while in the doctor's office were clearly unexpected. Her injuries weren't too severe, but that was the least of her problems. In all her working days, nothing like this had ever happened. Pregnant...still hearing that word was something that she wasn't used to hearing. Panic seemed to set into her mind. How was she to make a living if she was pregnant? Bounty hunters and dancers weren't meant to be pregnant while working. People wouldn't hire her or give her jobs for that very reason. Immediately the thought to abort the child had come to her mind, but she couldn't do that. There was no doubt who the father was. Yet, she wasn't the kind of mothering type either. Her voice was faint when she thanked the doctor and he smiled at her while putting his hand on her shoulder.*
"You should go back to your apartment and sleep. You've had quite the ordeal I can imagine. Get your rest while you can. Before too long you'll wish you had."
*Her blue eyes flashed up to his own and a scowl came across her face. He thought this was funny. Yet, there also was tenderness in his voice. The more he treated her condescendingly, the more at ease it had put her. Zipping up the flightsuit over her battered body, she slipped out of the room and made her way out into the waiting room. 'Mila's mind was troubled such that she paid those who waited no heed. Quickly she stepped out of the office and back into the streets of Nar Shaddaa.*
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Nov 25, 2005 5:12:57 GMT
Well someone's in a hurry *He arose simply out of suspicion, and began towards the door. There was a man in front of him in line that was bleeding severly and imagined it would take quite a while, he used the force to close the surface of his wounds so that no physical damage could be seen, and continued out the door, he saw the woman continueing quickly down the street And moved to catch up with her. When he did he walked beside her and spoke casually*
"People only leave in a hurry like that when somethings wrong. "
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 25, 2005 5:22:06 GMT
"Wise people who want to live on the streets of Nar Shaddaa also keep their mouth shut to persons who don't appear to want to talk."
*She stopped and turned around to face him while smiling a sarcastic smile.*
"Just what is it you're wanting? I'm off for the night. Head over to the entertainment promenade if you're looking for companionship tonight."
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Nov 25, 2005 8:16:51 GMT
"Companionship is great. But not what im here for auctually...."
*Dominic said keeping his voice and tone soft, and peacefull, the last thing he'd want was to be mobbed by Nar Shadda Authorities, if ther were any, for "startling" a young lady on her way home, or getting the shit kicked out of him at her own hands for that matter.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 25, 2005 8:24:21 GMT
*Her walking away was stopped by his words. Turning around to face him again, she let out an exasperated sigh.*
"Information costs money. Lots of money. Is that what you're wanting?"
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Nov 25, 2005 8:26:59 GMT
"Nothing i think you could help me with, But im being straight foward here. Im looking for the Kidnapper of General Tanib."
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 25, 2005 8:36:41 GMT
*A flicker of anger passes her face and is quickly replaced to one of indifference.*
"Then you know the rumors of a dark jedi involved. What else is there you wish to know? Are you a spy for the Republic?"
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Nov 25, 2005 8:39:19 GMT
"No, if i was a spy i wouldnt be so straight foward. My basic story is Exiled Shadourian looking for revenge. and some acceptance...im hoping to make a diffirence. And i think that these Dark Jedi, if they even are out there, is where i belong"
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 25, 2005 9:02:30 GMT
"I want no part of this. Ask another if you are so desperate to get yourself killed."
*She turned and began walking away. Deep in the pit of her stomach something didn't sit right. She felt as if she was about to be sick. Vassur was in this woman's hand. She stopped a few feet away and put a hand against the wall. Bowing her head forward until her tails fall forward she struggles to decide if she should tell him anything.*
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