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Post by The Thruvarans on Aug 12, 2009 11:00:55 GMT -5
Konard follows Jet's narration with interest.
"It is good that you seek to do justice where there is none, and in your position, I hope you feel it as an obligation. But that doesn't change the fact that I, right this minute, on THIS planet, could PURCHASE an individual. Some things are beyond anyone's scope, and the institution of slavery is one of them."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Aug 12, 2009 11:37:20 GMT -5
"I had an obligation to Corellia long before I became the Diktat"
Jet considered expanding on her comment but to do so would require a rather lengthy explanation of Dejeduate Kabal belief systems - so she decided to simply leave it at it stood and move on.
"Your observation is apt - even if its one I don't like, I have done what I could but even if I promised my own personal demonstration of fury to each owner - the black market would flourish, if anything the slaves would be treated worse as their owners tried even harder to hide them from view - and even I with all my resources can't be everywhere at once."
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Post by The Thruvarans on Aug 12, 2009 11:44:38 GMT -5
((I am assuming Khai is a Twi'lek, yes?))
"Such is the compromise of independence and freedom: Everyone is free to propagate suffering as far as they care to."
Konrad's gaze fell idly on one of Jet's mercenaries. Remembering Jet's lingering gaze, he nodded at the red-skinned Twi'lek.
"I take it she is another life you've brought back from the brink."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Aug 12, 2009 12:05:06 GMT -5
((indeedy))
"Lethian...very rare and very valuable to those who place value on such things, Quite a few years ago the DJO were being hunted by an old enemy - Damon Blade, trained by the same master as I, he was a cunning bastard...refused to stand and fight - ran every time I managed to get close to him and killed quite a few DJO and DJO family members before Grifter finally put him down."
She mused glancing over at Khai for a few moments before turning back to Konrad
"But I'm getting off track - when I gave up outwardly chasing Damon around which I expect he found quite fun I turned to another tactic. Devlin and I began to unravel Damons funding - through a series of hostile take-overs and outright destruction I sought to enrage him enough that he would come looking for me, even left a nice little calling card so he would know exactly which bee had flown up his bonet"
She smiled slightly - despite the trying times of Damon and the horrors he inflicted she'd be highly pleased in enraging him.
"We found Khai locked up, half starved in the basement of a crime family supporting Damon, they were punishing her for being rebellious. I had Devlin bring her to Corellia, when she was well enough to decide she chose to stay and I saw potential in her so I had her trained, gave her a job and the ability to work off a rather large chip in her shoulder"
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Post by Rothk Freeborn on Aug 12, 2009 12:22:34 GMT -5
Rothk had been watching the holoscreen with alot of excitment when Aaron and the others left the hanger to test out the suits. He had to push his way past several of the large men in order to get a good view of the screen. At first he had all his attention on the screen, but slowly his attention began to dwindle and eventually he was downright bored with the fight. Not that he didn't want to see how it turned out but it looked like it would be a while before it would come to an end.
Pushing his way past the other spectators who were watching the fight intently. He left the cluster of men and women and began to once again wander around the hanger. He poked his head inside a few ships and searched for anything interesting within the crates but most were sealed up. He spotted Jet on the other side of the hanger. He went to go over to where she was but noticed that she was talking with a few others and didn't want to interupt an important conversation. Finding a crate nearby he sat down, resting his chin in his hand and waited for something to do.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Aug 12, 2009 18:15:43 GMT -5
He grimaced a little, Jet's estimation of the twi'lek girl's "value," bringing forth memories of countless slave markets on countless worlds he had visited, and the countless little faces that had followed him as he passed them by, pleading with nothing but a glance.
Jet's story of this Damon barely interested him. Scum of his ilk were all the same, and were unworthy of having their histories or motivations weighed. To commit such crimes required a certain hatred of sentients that was inexcusable.
"I am curious," he says as she finishes. "What was calling card you left?"
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Rothk, who had been minding his own business, an unlikely thing for a child his age to do, is jolted by someone tripping over the box he is sitting on.
This is quickly followed by the sound of something heavy crashing to the floor.
A sandy-haired teen lay sprawled on the floor next to him, wincing and cursing. The young man opens his eyes and fires a furious glare at the obstacle to his navigation, his featuring softening when he sees a stunned little boy.
"Ach Mensch. 'Schuldigung, Kleiner."
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Post by Rothk Freeborn on Aug 12, 2009 18:33:18 GMT -5
Rolling as the crate tipped over Rothk managed to mostly catch himself before hitting the floor. His eyes met those of the teen who had tripped over the crate and he back away as fast as he could. Hearing the young man speak he tipped his head to the side in confusion.
"Huh?"
Unsure of whether to run or help the young man up Rothk slowly got to his feet, glancing around for anyone who could translate what the man had said.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Aug 12, 2009 18:34:34 GMT -5
"Ah those...I have one on me, generally do though I don't hand them out quite so often anymore."
With a pointed look clearly meant to convey her actions as non-threatening Jet reached for her saber. People had been known to react rather badly to this action by her - which she couldn't entirely blame them for. She herself recalled doing mad scrambles off the backs of couches when Grifter used to reach for his during her training. Reaching for sabers was generally a bad thing - though in this case completely harmless.
Rather then ignite the violet blade Jet turned the saber upside down and unscrewed an added endcap, banding it on the side of the chair to dislodge the coin encased inside. It was golden in color though not in make and stamped with a stylized replica of her personal insignia. It was well known.
"I am told by his son that he received an envelope of them and threw quite an amazing fit when he figured out that not only was he broke - but that I was responsible. Wish I could have seen it."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Aug 13, 2009 4:09:00 GMT -5
She laughed the kind of laugh that catches you off guard when something seems more funny than it probably is.
"That sounds like something he'd say."
The laugh died down to just a broad smile and she leaned back in her chair a bit- her head tilting a bit.
"So you're a fan of relics, hmm?"
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Post by The Thruvarans on Aug 13, 2009 8:12:38 GMT -5
To Jet, it doesn't seem like Konrad even notices her reaching for her saber. However, were she paying closer attention, and were she sitting on the other side of him, she would notice that the thumbbreak snap on his blaster holster is open, where previously it had been closed.
Regardless, Konrad seems only to show polite interest as she unscrews the hilt cap and pulls out the coin. It amuses him, and Jet is privvy to this in form of a wry grin.
"I am sure your particular choice of calling card and the consequent irony of the situation was not lost on him. Well played."
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Puzzled for a moment, the teen suddenly comprehends, and reiterates his apology to Rothk in Basic.
"Sorry, sport. I guess I didn't see you there....or realize you wouldn't understand anything but Basic." Unlike many of his fellows, this Thruvaran lacks the characteristic accent, his inflection instead reminiscent of Coruscanti.
The teen glancs up in response to another man yelling at him in the same language he had spoken before. He responds irately, the tone of his voice and on his face suggesting embarassment and pleas for exculpation.
In the process, he rights himself, dusting off his thighs and seat of his overalls with marked frustration. He glances up again to look at Rothk: "So who might you be, Spatz?"
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"Relics, artifacts, tombs, buried treasure, forgotten cities and planets...you name it," Miko quips, counting off with his fingers, "Taaru and I attended the same archaeology and anthropology courses at the Academy, though I will point out that I was awake quite a bite more often. I've also had the pleasure of meeting your father, as well."
Privately, Miko is beginning to form the impression that Avery is a terribly flirtatious young woman. Considering their present company, and the voyage they are about to undergo, Miko is reminded about old sailors' superstitions regarding women on ships.
"Still, my expertise is still cryptography. It's a bit more useful in my field of work than handling antiques."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Aug 13, 2009 8:52:14 GMT -5
Jet smiled.
"Yes well it seemed suitable to taunt him with a mockery of what I had taken."
Placing the coin back in its holding place Jet put her saber back in order and re clipped it to her belt, a small flicker through the force had warned her Konrad had taken some sort of defensive action against her motions but such actions were to be expected - at least to some degree when working with those you didn't know well. As neither of them had pushed the situation to a point where further actions were necessary Jet was willing to ignore his action in the same manner he had politely seemed to ignore hers. She in fact thought somewhat higher of him for it.
"There were only a hundred of them made, I currently have ninety-eight, Devlin carries one and Xander - Damons son the other. They work as more of an I-owe-you now - rather then a mark of my ire."
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Post by Rothk Freeborn on Aug 13, 2009 9:44:13 GMT -5
A look of relief crossed Rothks face when he knew the young man wasn't going to do anything rash about the accident.
"It's alright, I should have been looking out for people busy working. I'm sorry for getting in your way."
He smiled slightly as the teen had an exchange with one of the other Thruvarans about what was happening.
"My name is Rothk."
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Post by The Thruvarans on Aug 13, 2009 10:06:09 GMT -5
"So, by deduction, I take it you only have a hundred favors to give?"
Konrad has taken to leaning back in his chair and stroking his beard, his gaze drawn to the holoscreen, though nothing much is happening.
Jorunn better give this boy a flogging soon or the audience is going to be foaming at the mouth...
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"And I'm Till. Till Landers," the teen responds, bending over and checking on the burden he had dropped previously: a standard issue survival kit for starfighter pilots. Opening it, he makes sure none of the more sensitive equipment is damaged, breathing a sigh when he realizes the sensitive equipment is wrapped in styroflimsi and an emergency blanket.
"No need to apologize, it wasn't your fault. I guess I'm just a bit clumsy like that," he says, resealing the kit. "Regardless, nice to meet you, Rothk." Till extends a hand to the boy in greeting, somewhat unsure whether children his age even shook hands or knew how to.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Aug 13, 2009 10:44:08 GMT -5
"If a time ever comes where I owe one hundred people one hundred different favors of the magnitude a coin typically signifys at the same time...there is a very high chance that I won't be around to pay them back or owe anyone anything anymore"
She'd most likely be dead. Something which required her to grasp for that much help would signify a terrible event and if she couldn't deal with it without that much outside help then odds were she wouldn't be able to deal with it at all.
Her gaze cast about the hanger for a few moments, Rothk was still speaking with the Thruvaran teen and the crowd by the holoscreen seemed to be getting more and more impatient by the moment. Glancing at the time she cast her eyes about the hanger, finally spotting Hey You lurking in a corner. motioning the astromech.
"Tell the Mansion droids to bring some food in for the men....a lot of it, they've been working hard."
As the droid beeped and wheeled off to do as ordered Jet turned her attention back to the hanger.
"Perhaps food will keep them occupied and content a while longer - since Taaru's training exercise seems to be taking a while to get off the ground"
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Post by Rothk Freeborn on Aug 13, 2009 11:32:02 GMT -5
Taking the teens hand he gave it a small shake.
"Nice to meet you too Till."
He fell silent for a moment and glanced around the hanger.
"So are you going on this mission too?"
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