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Post by darklord on Jul 2, 2007 4:17:53 GMT -5
"Why must you bring this abomination here? You know well of my hatred for them, I can see that! Can you not learn from it how to speak this way?"
V3 relayed her words back to him, it worked! A series of questions spewed from Kaalyanii's mouth now and he had trouble keeping up with them all.
"Why have you brought me here Drevin? will you return me to the others?"
The Dark Jedi held up his hands, calling for calm. "Firstly, i could learn the language but theres no quick and easy way to do it, so im not going to. And secondly, I brought you here because i have no intention of handing you over to that twi'lek." He picked up on the double meaning that her question posed and added "If of course by 'others' your actually referring to the twi'lek?"
If she was asking him if he would return her to her own people then she was in for a big disappointment.
"Now, you'll answer my questions." But where to start? There were so many things he needed to know. "I want to know how you came to be here on Nar Shaddaa. No lies."
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Post by Blue but beautiful on Jul 2, 2007 4:35:09 GMT -5
So he had no intention of handing her over, this was good...so he would return her? The Jeedai had not said that.
"Now, you'll answer my questions."
Kaalyanii winced, she'd had a feeling that this was coming and to say she was reluctant to answer what he would ask was understatement of the year cycle.
"I want to know how you came to be here on Nar Shaddaa. No lies."
She tensed, nervously fumbling over possible responses, unable to look him in the eye. Would he actually believe her if she told him how she'd arrived here? Did she even owe him an answer, no...he was an infidel. But then again she was thinking in terms of when she had been of true caste. She would have killed herself by now if that had been the case, just another of the plethora of reasons why she was shamed.
" nikk pr'zzyo tan Koros-Strohna, nikk pryozz ins-aa sen Nar Shadaa, et'ta zan'ii sen mrrshkaal! - I was aboard a worldship, I am not supposed to be here on this world, Nar shadaa, it was a mistake!" She protested too much, she thought, but it was the first time she had been able to explain herself since those warriors had discovered her little hide away, and they had not been willing to listen.
The amphistaff slashes to her back stung anew in raw sympathy for the memory. No, if she got back that would be the last time she went looking for something she was not supposed to have.
What she needed was to change subject and fast, she'd rather be spared the embarrassment of explaining her misfortune, especially when she'd done nothing but plead her case to the only god who might listen. And that was a big ask.
"Drehviin, sa tiz kanabar shuno-Jeedai? sos si tiu? - drevin, are you a shamed jeedai? Is that why you helped me?"
Kaalyanii seemed to settle a bit then, lowering herself into a sitting position on the floor, the synthetic carpet feeling coarse and toe-curlingly dead beneath her. She issued a growl of warning to the abomination across the way, just incase it decided to move.
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Post by darklord on Jul 2, 2007 4:56:04 GMT -5
Drevin watched as she tried to formulate an answer, if he'd been able to use the force it would have made this much easier. He would have to trust his instincts this time.
"I was aboard a worldship, I am not supposed to be here on this world, Nar shadaa, it was a mistake!"
She was panicking and avoiding his question but he waited for her to finish. Kaalyanii sat down on the floor again and Drevin took the que to sit also, it was going to be a long night. He decided to sit on the floor rather than the seat, it was a simple gesture but it would hopefully help.
"drevin, are you a shamed jeedai? Is that why you helped me?"
That took him by surprise, he'd argued with himself over the very reason that he'd helped her and he'd come to the conclusion that perhaps it was because he saw similarities between them both. But how had she seen it to?
She'd purposely changed the subject but he would answer anyway, he felt he needed to.
"Yes... in a sense i suppose i am." He struggled to find the right words for her to understand. "Im known as a Dark Jedi to my people. We are different from the jedi in many ways." That statement served as a warning that she probably wouldnt catch on to, it all depended on how much she knew of the jedi.
"But your avoiding my question Kaalyanii." Drevin spoke softly but in a way that demanded an answer. "How exactly did you get here and how were you captured. I give you my word that I will answer any questions you ask if you are truthful to me."
He had nothing to hide from the shamed one, there was no hidden agenda this time. He was not dealing with Tin'aa Shoolb.
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Post by Blue but beautiful on Jul 2, 2007 4:56:07 GMT -5
-Posting as Ta'ak-
"i don't care what the package is, i just need to know whether it will fit on my ship. my ship is a post-light fighter cruiser with hyperspace capabilities, nubian design. if the cargo is missing, i need to find it, which is going to be two trip fees. the fee to get the cargo and the fee to deliver it. any questions? any feedback on where i can find this cargo?"
The twi'lek male resisted the urge to chuckle at his first set of comments, fitting the cargo in wouldn't be the problem. Keeping it secure would be though. And when the fosh had decided to lift him from his seat, before setting him down again - that should have left him more than a bit suspicious....but what chance did he have if not this one?
"Oh it'll fit, you have security measures though right? Once I locate my cargo i'd like to know it would stay put if ya know what I mean?"
How did one go about sedating one of those things anyway? Stun bolts had been next to useless on her, she'd maimed several people in her first escape attempt...and she was a sick vong - or so his zabrak counterpart had thought. Time was of the essence.
"As for ya fee, that'll come when i'm certain the cargo has reached it's destination, i'll give ya half pre-flight and the rest when you arrive. Ya will wanna know how much though...I wouldn't like t'say here, too many ears, ya know?"
He rose from his precarious seated position beside the bar and motioned to the door at the back of the cantina.
"shall we?" He offered in a slightly mocking tone, though he seemed to have become less agitated when Heero had mentioned that he would help in locating their missing cargo. This was good, it reduced the cost of hiring a bounty hunter.
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Post by Blue but beautiful on Jul 2, 2007 5:17:34 GMT -5
"Yes... in a sense i suppose i am."
Curiosity piqued, she had never heard of a Dark Jeedai before, her eyes glinted with interest, but he had more questions of his own. Shame, if she could have gleaned useful information on these other Jeedai, then perhaps she could have bought herself safe passage back to the worldship.
"How exactly did you get here and how were you captured. I give you my word that I will answer any questions you ask if you are truthful to me."
But will you be truthful to me? She thought with a slight reproach born of suspicion long ingraned into her personality.
Taking a deep breath, she prepared to answer, whilst wondering if the droid would be able to keep up. With any luck it would not.
"Nikk pr'zzyo sen kanabar, tsan'ti. Hu-carjen sen, nehnn zyi'o sen Yorik-et Yorik-trema. Nikk si'ii Koros-Strohna tii, sen Brenzlit- I was able to escape from my work detail for a short while, I was looking for something, my search brought me to the outer ganglia of the worldship, where the coral skippers and Yorik-trema are rested. I heard voices, footsteps approaching so I hid." Her expression contorted into one of disdain at having to tell anyone, even an infidel that little nugget of information,
" Nikk, puul sin'eht tsii Yorik-et. Ke't vong pratte, sen infidel Nar Shadaa...eia, kah Koros-Strohna, ke'h Viccae... - I had no choice but to hide inside one of the craft, some warriors arrived, they were departing for the infidel world, Nar Shadaa...they did not know I was there, not until we had departed the worldship. When they found out ..." She glared at him now defiantly, as if she'd shown him enough indignity already, semi snarling a response, " Nikk dag sen Jeedai - I have told you enough Jeedai."
She drew her knees up protectively, reexamining the bacta strips around her arms, wondering if they had done what they were supposed to just yet. They smelled funny too...sterile, but not in a good way, not unlike the scents that departed shaper damuteks. She'd done well to avoid those in the past.
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Post by darklord on Jul 2, 2007 5:48:53 GMT -5
Drevin listened to her account, searching for any hint of a lie among her words. When none came he nodded in approval, satisfied with her story. He could imagine now the scale of which she would have suffered at the hands of the warriors and felt renewed pity for her.
"So these warriors are here now, on Nar Shaddaa?" He wondered what their purpose was if they were indeed on the moon. He doubted that Kaalyanii would have had access to that information being a shamed one but suspicion crept into his mind. "And they simply let you go when they arrived here?" Or had she ran from them? If so, then they too would be searching for her.
He watched as she pulled her knees in close, as though she was trying to shield herself from him. There was so much hurt in her eyes
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Post by Blue but beautiful on Jul 2, 2007 6:05:10 GMT -5
"So these warriors are here now, on Nar Shaddaa?"
Good, he'd known to leave relatively enough alone. But the questions still continued, it was to be expected she supposed, it was also prefferrable to being asked questions by the twi'lek...he'd asked her utterly annoying things she didn't know the answers to. And as for the warriors, warriors didn't ask too many questions - reason enough to be well out the way of them.
"Dwi - yes." She answered a little subdued, choosing not to acknowledge him with a glance this time around.
"And they simply let you go when they arrived here?"
Kaalyanii actually laughed bitterly at that, but it was more of a short cough than a laugh really. She wanted to ask this infidel how naive he was, when she realized that this might have been sarcasm, the abomination didn't convey tonal changes much at all.
" Puul, eia sen vinim'hok tsii echann tiu, sen tikan infidel. - no, they had left a warrior to watch me, that was when we were discovered by infidels." She had neglected to mention it was the sounds of her own pitiful screaming as she was beaten, that had given cause for a group of unsavoury characters to notice the two, hidden away in a derelict built-thing on the fringes of a underused sector.
She knew not what the other warriors, ooglith masquers and all, had been sent off to do exactly, but they had been expected to return.
"Sen vinim'hok, eia neglathh sen infidel, si tan'o nikk ket. - the warrior challenged the infidels, fought them, that is when I ran."
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Post by heerojen on Jul 2, 2007 7:28:40 GMT -5
"shall we?" He offered in a slightly mocking tone, though he seemed to have become less agitated when Heero had mentioned that he would help in locating their missing cargo. This was good, it reduced the cost of hiring a bounty hunter.
heero stood, drinking one last goblet of the fine tarisian ale and followed ta'ak into the back, saying nothing and thinking of the security issue. "the security on my ship is as good as it gets, i suppose, considering that i have to be able to leave it at a dock and not have it stolen." he mused, picking at the bottom of the hilt.
once they got to the back, heero stopped and looked at the twi'lek, "this cargo of yours is a yuuzhan vong, isn't it? i'm guessing that it got away from you and now you want me to hunt it down, right?" however perceptive heero would be, he couldn't sense a yuuzhan vong, even if it was right in front of him.
he watched the twi'lek with interest, seeing how ta'ak would respond. when he was an infant, though he didn't know this, he was implanted with a tizowyrm, allowing him to communicate on the world he was dropped on, mon calamari, since his beak wouldn't allow him the sounds necessary to make galactic speach.
heero thought of his instant understanding of all languages as a talent given to him be the force, rather than a parasite inside his skull.
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Post by darklord on Jul 2, 2007 7:42:46 GMT -5
"No, they had left a warrior to watch me, that was when we were discovered by infidels. The warrior challenged the infidels, fought them, that is when I ran."
Drevin nodded his head solemnly. So not only did he have to keep an eye out for the twi'lek, but a group of furious Yuuzhan Vong warriors would be searching for her too. So why did he still feel the need to hide her?
Because no matter who she is, you dont want to see her beaten like a hound. Or sold to some government agency to be dissected and tested on.
It was no secret that such a thing was happening at this very moment. In order for the New republic to gather biological information on the yuuzhan vong species, they were attempting to capture rather than kill some of the enemy. During his sentence in the brutal prison he'd encountered such experiments himself. A cell mate of Drevins disappeared for a few weeks, when he returned he was an empty shell, driven insane. He'd begged Drevin to end his life.
No, he wouldnt let that happen again.
"And what of the twi'lek? Where does he fit into all of this?"
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(OOC) kazura if you have a problem with the way I post then i suggest you take it up with me yourself instead of whinging about it to anyone who will listen.
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Post by Blue but beautiful on Jul 2, 2007 8:08:24 GMT -5
"this cargo of yours is a yuuzhan vong, isn't it? i'm guessing that it got away from you and now you want me to hunt it down, right?"
The fosh's assumption was too accurate to be just that, an assumption. So he was dealing with what was a Jedi, or a force sensitive. Few Jedi actually came here unless on the trail of something big, something dark. They were to be avoided on all levels.
"There somethin you wanna tell me pal?" ta'ak asked in a harsher lower tone, the musicality of Heero's voice made it almost impossible for him to take him too seriously, he'd curbed his temper so far, but was that due to the fosh...or his own impulses.
"I don't want any Jedi entanglements, none of ya tricks either, I just want my cargo back, secured and then sent safe and sound...get me?"
He'd sounded convincing that time, yes...at least he thought so.
"And what of the twi'lek? Where does he fit into all of this?"
Kaalyanii nodded once as she remembered,
"Nikk senii't cha'nuk sen hok' pratte, tensii tiu'a - I went looking for the others, they were now my only chance at finding my way off world." She did not expect him to understand the motivation that had driven her to such lengths. The warriors could have soon as killed her on sight as they could have returned her. She'd had a botched together plan at the time, but the shamed one had never had the chance to use it.
"Sen twi'lek infidel senii'aa shenn - the twi'lek infidel found me first."
She remembered that well too, her efforts to conceal herself had been less than adiquete. It seemed the infidels were no less scared of them than the warriors were of them. Unfortunately for Kaalyanii, she had learned that they had not taken the invasion of other infidel worlds kindly at all. Accepting the truth was as usual, a violent process and she had ended up on the wrong end of that process...all eyes on her. She had fought, of course, but as the fight drew in more and more people, it had been the twi'lek who had finally knocked her senseless.
It was almost a full cycle later she'd woken up in her makeshift cell, head pounding in agony.
"tiz si sos Jeedai? - what did he want Jedi?" Perhaps he could have shed some light on that little encounter? It was still confusing to her...infidels didn't offer captives to their gods, they had no true gods, so what had been the purpose of keeping her alive? She would be useless as leverage.
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Post by darklord on Jul 2, 2007 8:30:30 GMT -5
"I went looking for the others, they were now my only chance at finding my way off world."
To Drevin that seemed like suicide, but then he'd given up trying to understand the Yuuzhan Vong.
"The twi'lek infidel found me first... What did he want Jedi?"
He would gain nothing by lying to her, she was strong enough to accept the truth anyway.
"My guess is that he would have sold you..." He paused before carrying on. "Many military powers would pay a fortune to have one of your kind in their possession. Our galaxy still knows very little about your species." Drevin looked down at the floor, remembering his cell mates face as he ended his life. He allowed her a few moments to let the information sink in, he had no doubt that she'd understand. After all, it wasnt that different to what the yuuzhan vong were doing to their captives. Morals had no place in wars.
"Thats why i helped you..."
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Post by Blue but beautiful on Jul 2, 2007 11:28:00 GMT -5
"Many military powers would pay a fortune to have one of your kind in their possession. Our galaxy still knows very little about your species."
This Kaalyanii knew to be true, but to say that she had suspected the infidels capable of the same things that her own kind would have implemented on one of them? No, that was actually news to her. The thought was sobering as it was sickening, not because she feared death as such, but what would come before that. Most infidels begged for death before the end, she would not have been any different in their hands. Pitiful as it was to admit it of course.
"Nikk tchurok - I see," she responded in a much quieter tone that was full of morbid realization. But this Jeedai...dark as he was..would not hand her over? Not even to perhaps redeem himself? She found that a little far fetched to believe. Scrutinizing him she shifted slightly, so her knees were not so much drawn up as they were resting to one side. Her limbs still ached beyond belief, but the brief spell of being able to move freely had been seeing to that.
"Eia tokk Jeedai sentaizz'o po ai'si Zhaelor? -They say your Jedi powers come from abominable implants, is that the truth?"
Curiosity more than anything had caused her to ask that last question. For the most part, he appeared organic, but she supposed, for the most part, she appeared just like any other Yuuzhan Vong. Recalling seeing her own image in the mirrored surface of the 'fresher room wall, Kaalyanii quashed that thought as soon as she had dreamed it up. No, of course he didn't...not now anyway.
Perhaps now was a good time to ask the question she really wanted an answer to.
"Tiz rema tann sekk? - you can help me return?" the question came out as a mere whisper, she had hoped she would not need to ask it before now...but what choice did she have left to her. Emphatically she felt the need to press her point.
"Tiz rema taan sekk tur Koros-Strohna? - you can help me return to the worldship?"
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Post by heerojen on Jul 2, 2007 12:49:31 GMT -5
"There somethin you wanna tell me pal?"
"you won't have any jedi entanglements... unless you already have. at any rate, i turned down the jedi when i was young, i am just a force sensitive fosh." the attitude that the twi'lek had taken after heero figured out what happened confirmed that the cargo was indeed one of the invading aliens.
he turned the corners of his beak a little and cocked his head to the side, his plumage turning green as he started to think about the cargo.
"you'll have your cargo back, and i'm pretty sure you'll be happy with the services after i get back." heero's beady black eyes squinted as the plumes on his head turned abruptly gray. "that's a promise."
his seriousness went away as his plumes turned blue,"so what are you going to pay for this service?" he asked, certain that whatever was paid wouldn't be enough.
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Post by Blue but beautiful on Jul 2, 2007 14:05:01 GMT -5
Sure the fosh sounded sincere enough, but he would do wouldn't he? If he was trying to goad him into something that was way over his headtails. The strange creatures plumage changed colour every so often, this time taking on a dusky blue that almost mockingly matched Ta'ak's own skin tone.
"you'll have your cargo back, and i'm pretty sure you'll be happy with the services after i get back."
He sounded confident, more so than Ven had, perhaps this was going to work out for the best. He'd have the cargo back, his credits were safe, and then he could afford to pay this one off...as well as his enormous debt he owed a certain miscrient. Avoiding Jedi would be the least of his worries if he didn't pay that one off.
"so what are you going to pay for this service?" That jolted him from his thoughts, enough to cause him to wear an expression of mild annoyance on his face for barely a second or two.
"Quarter of a mil alright with ya?" That would easily pay for the journey there and back again several over, especially in the ship he'd mentioned. It was also only a fraction of what he'd been offered for his 'cargo', but Heero wouldn't know that...it was none of his business either. In ta'ak's eyes, there was no harm in down-estimating to start with, he would stretch to more, but if the fosh took the original offer, he'd have no need.
"Wastin' time sittin' here discussin' it ain't gonna get me my cargo back, ya know?"
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Post by heerojen on Jul 2, 2007 14:46:47 GMT -5
"Quarter of a mil alright with ya?"
heero cocked his head at this, his plumage turning a dim gray color as his eyes took on a serious set. "double that. i know that one of those beasts that i'm going after would sell for a hefty price to the military... and on top of that, it's even more dangerous since they can't be affected by the force."
"Wastin' time sittin' here discussin' it ain't gonna get me my cargo back, ya know?"
he then nodded, turning his head around as he heard a sound outside the door. he stood up, looking at ta'ak and offering his clawed hand. "quarter mil before and quarter mil after. that's the deal i'm willing to go for."
as the door opened, heero gave the twi'lek the last opportunity to agree before the server started into the back.
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