Tan

OOC: Going good fellas. Krytos, I'm gonna leave you to do your thing coz my only option is really to chase you and repeat the whole prisoner thing which won't get anyone anywhere. Might introduce a new character soon, but I'm pretty busy with school at the moment so don't expect to hear from me for a while! Keep rocking...

OOC: there you go krytos, now it’s up to you to do something dramatic. Either you can go with the ‘client’ and somehow get info/escape or you can make a wild dash to escape from me! Or you can come up with another scenario, but I thought I’d leave the ball in your court for now.

Once the ship was safely in the hanger bay, Séreméla unholstered her blaster and escorted the human from the holding cell to the same pub where she had last recieved payment for her services. It was notorious for hosting black market activity and assassins, but so far the local authorities had been unable to do anything about it. Holding her prisoner firmly by the arm with her blaster trained on his head she sat them both down at an inconspicuous table in the corner and waited for the client to make contact.She doubted he’d show up in person - it was too risky. No, more likely he’d send a slave, and most likely his most muscular slave. Séreméla wanted to be sure there would be no cause for it to employ any of it’s muscle, so she sat the human next to the wall and sat next to him, making sure she was between him and the way out. She thought it unlikely that he’d try anything with her blaster to account for, but he had shown a lot of spirit so far…

OOC: does anyone know whats happening with the reb pilots in this story? is dj back yet?

Anyways what were we actually talking about? whats happening with the story? is darkjedi back yet or is he still off bludging somewhere?!

so whats happening with the Rapora wars thread?... anything?

OOC: go ahead and post Ulic, i'll jump back in here from time to time and see whats going on, but i'm mostly invloved in the Vathinor Crisis at the moment! if things get interesting i'll convince Jess to jump back in with me. Until then!

IC: Séreméla was getting angry. Of course she'd planted the bomb, she was an explosives expert. And yes, obviously, she had been responsible for the deaths of many Vathinorians. But what did this stupid human expect? She was a mercenary, and if it meant credits, Séreméla did it. Leaving the controls she went to the cramped corner in the small ship which contained the drink synthesiser and got a strong drink. She could hear the human continuing to rant and rave but she ignored him, not wanting to give in to the temptation to yell at him. Once he'd calmed down enough to sustain a reasonable conversation she coldly told him that it was useless to struggle, that there was no way he was going to gain her sympathy or his freedom, and that he would most likely be dead within the hour. She didn't let on that some of his blows were hitting home. She was a mercenary. She was cold, ruthless, heartless. She couldn't let memories and feelings interfere with her work. With a sigh that if anyone had heard would have betrayed her coldness, she grabbed some meagre rations and walked down the short corridor to give them to the prisoner. ***** A beep from the controls woke Séreméla from her light doze and informed her that they had left hyperspace and were approaching the large reddish planet that was Vathinor. With a grin that at last she was home and could be rid of this useless human, she grabbed the controls and flew down into the atmosphere...

OOC: glad to hear you approve, Barkoa! Keep running with the goods, the stories going great so far...

OOC: is our thread with Séreméla and Rantar going anywhere? Krytos; do you want to escape and get back to Mouvia and the battle etc. etc or should we keep going and have two different sort of stories going - the jedi with their problems and you back on Vathinor figuring out... something? ideas would be good!

Séreméla was getting quite annoyed with the pathetic attempts of her prisoner to engage her interest. Switching off the speaker from the holding cell she relaxed in the peace and quiet, until she realised she could still hear him banging and yelling. Cursing, she stood up and turned the speaker back on. "If you value your life you will desist." she said slowly and coldly. The noises in the cell continued hesitantly for a moment, then stopped. The humans voice came over the com again... OOC: haven't got much else to go on, suppose we could have a conversation before I hand you over to my superiors. Feel free to post replies for my character, as long as they aren't too different from how she's already appeared.

anyone want to clarify what the Rapora wars were/are?

OOC: is this a forum or spam central?! is there a thread i can join? mu character is Séreméla, either merc or reb pilot depending on what's happening in the story! can i jump in?

OOC: dunno WHAT'S happening with this thread, but unless someone comes up with some serious whizz bang plot for Tan and David, it's not going to go anywhere. soppy mush can only go on so long before resembling the script of home and away!

I'm up for anything and i'd like to be in on the Rapora wars thread. My character is usually a reb pilot or a merc/assasin so could someone fill me in first on any info i'll need to know to understand the plot and second what sort of character and posts you want, i.e are we going to jump straight into battle or do you just want us to work on charcterisation. Also, what time frame are we looking at? if your posting as THE jacen solo, obviously after the battle of yavin, but a general idea would be good.

anyone tell me if you need a good or a bad guy and i'll fit my character to the stroy. no point being a jedi or whatever if you haven't got anyone to fight, eh? Name: Séreméla Age: twenties Origin: Corellia Alliance: rebel/merc, let me know Occupation: pilot/demolitions expert/mechanic...

OOC: hey there, anyone mind if i jump in?

i've always wondered - what does 'sticky' mean at the link to this forum?! and what's this forum actually for anyways?

OOC: hey there everyone. wanting to join a new forum but not so keen to read through 30-something pages! does someone want to give me a quick run down of the plot and if i'm welcome i'll jump in where i see an opportunity!

OOC: don't worry too much Krytos, I'll make sure you get back alive! I'll bring you aboard the Black Enigma and put you in a holding cell or something. Might have to make my ship a little bigger than planned - like a modified fighter designed for smuggling small amounts of something... anyway, here goes. And welcome T'char! IC: Things were going well. Séreméla was rather pleased the Jedi ship hadn't been destroyed. There was no need for it and while she wouldn't have lost any sleep over the deaths of the Jedi, she found it was always better not to cultivate enemies or a vendetta for revenge. Activating a tractor beam she pulled the battered escape pod into a position where a simple force feild could be erected between the two craft allowing passage. Armed with a blaster and expecting trouble, she opened the hatch and was almost dissapointed when the human came quietly. She enjoyed a good fight, especially as she was renowned for her lethal prowess in the bodily combat arena, something she'd acheived through years of training growing up on the streets of Vathinor. Leading the prisoner to a holding cell in the tiny, two man ship, she made sure his hands were cuffed firmly behind his back. She would make contact again with her employer before deciding wether or not to execute her prisoner, as it would mean lost credits should she kill him and find out later he was wanted for questioning. She had found that most clients wanted to interogate the mark before their untimely demmise, and this was the system she usually followed. Walking back to the controls she set co-ordinates that would take her through a series of complicated jumps eventually back to Vathinor, making her difficult to follow...

Séreméla laughed giddily as the Jedi tried in vain to avoid her fire. Apparently neither were very accomplished pilots and in open space while they were in spacecraft thier mastery of the force was of no help to them. Seeing the enter the asteroid feild she laughed again, watching as the old ship was rocked with a mixture of small asteroids and blaster fire. Having the advantage of manouverability Séreméla weaved through the maze of asteroids easily and waited to see if they would survive their passage. She had to admit that they did seem to find their feet pretty quickly and avoid the rest of the asteroid feild. She guessed that a Jedi at the controls was using the force to predict the paths of the asteroids. It was a good trick, but it wouldn't save them. Locking her cross hairs on the ship, she held one finger over the button that would launch two photon torpedos and blast the ship into spacedust, but with the other finger she activated her comlink. "Jedi ship, this is the pilot of the Black Enigma. Repeat, this is the pilot of the fighter currently targeting your sorry ship and preparing to send it into the black oblivion of space." She waited for a reply but none was forthcoming. Keying the com again she continued. "I have no quarrel with you Jedi, but I understand you are in the company of a human named Rantar. He is a wanted man and I am here to escort him back to his home planet." She waited. Still nothing. "I can promise he will not be harmed at my hands." she added, wondering if the Jedi could sense a lie. The human wasn't worth any more to her alive and she always found dead people easier to deal with...

Séreméla's ship was a top of the range fighter which she'd managed to purchase after a line of successive hits for a rich Corellian. While she wasn't much of a mechanic, she and the Black Enigma understood each other. Chasing the jedi ship had proven to be easier than she'd anticipated. Staying far enough back to avoid alerting them, she watched as they launched to hyperspace, just as she'd been instructed they would. Typing in the coordinates she'd been given she followed suit and felt the familiar surge of power as pinpoint stars became streaks of white light in her viewport... OOC: hey Barkoa, just checking - are ur fellas still in hyperspace and if so can you attack people when they are? ie. could i attack you?!

OOC: i have a feeling two jedi would have managed to sense a life form aboard their ship, but you can work with it or change it or something... what do you reckon Barkoa?

Back on Vathinor, Séreméla watched the star-like glow of ion engines in the night sky as spacecraft departed from her small world. The hallucogenic effect of the new pills she'd aquired from Zane made the sky shimmer with a thousand rainbows, and she could almost swear she heard distant music. Grinning drunkenly, she played with the catch on her hip; holstering and unholstering her blaster, preparing for action. Leaning against a wall outside in the twilight, she watched the many creatures shuffling back to their pathetic houses, and she wondered if any of them would be a future mark. She enjoyed assassination - it paid well and delivered an adrenaline rush like no other job. Anyone that didn't know Séreméla would call her heartless, icy, but she never let anyone get close enough to determine wether or not this was true. Pushing herself off the wall she began the walk to the spaceport, acutely aware of the muscles in her legs ready to spring into action at any moment. Her dialated pupils allowed more light to enter her retina and provide greater visual accuity in the low light of the ever darkening streets. Hands in her pockets, she fingered the remaining credi chips, knowing there would be more soon. She had impressed the anonymous employer with her success that morning, and he had since been in contact again to engage her services. While the bomb had been well and good, he said, someone had escaped in the company of two jedi. He was the mark, and Séreméla had never failed a mission yet. Not when there were credits on the line...