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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 11, 2008 1:32:10 GMT -5
"You got along well with your father, then? Is good thing..."
Taaru couldn't really say the same for his, when Krade Masako was still alive. That Taaru's parting, and last words, with his father had been spoken in anger, would always haunt him. But that was only one ghost among many.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 11, 2008 1:34:19 GMT -5
"Yeah... it's a very good thing. Got me here didn't it?"
She poured them another glass.
"What did you say earlier? Before you drank?"
She tipped her own glass back, swallowing the contents and wincing a bit.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 11, 2008 1:39:01 GMT -5
He looked at her, then realized he had spoken the line in Thruvaran.
"Ah....in my language it means 'Fast in our hearts, our actions just, the wind in our sails.' Eet is famous saying to my people, spoken by the admiral that fought one of the battles in our war of independence against Kuat. He was quoting a very old story."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 11, 2008 1:42:02 GMT -5
"I like it... it's very passionate, and sort of fits all occassions. It sounds familiar...not the saying, but the language. It's like something I knew, but can't remember..."
She shrugged and poured another drink for him.
"Ah well, one of those things I guess."
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 11, 2008 1:44:54 GMT -5
He took the second drink, taking his time with this round. He spoke as he maneuvered towards the bed for a seat, planting his rear with the satisfied squeak of the bed springs.
"Unless you have experience with Kuati-root colonial languages, probably not. Thruvaran is only spoken by Thruvarans, and a few Mandolorians, though all Thruvarans speaking Mando'a as well."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 11, 2008 1:48:52 GMT -5
She sat down on the bed as well, but ended up laying back and watching the ceiling. She had a few drinks before coming here, knowing it would settle her nerves a bit. However, she didn't factor in the fact that she would eventually be buzzed once they all sat in.
"I did a paper on colonial languages for school once. I don't remember anything about it. I'm sure I didn't cover.... Thruvaran though. It sounds complex, and I wanted to get an easy A."
She held her glass on her stomach and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying that vaguely drunk feeling.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 11, 2008 11:47:12 GMT -5
"Then you would not haf chosen Thruvaran. It has tenses that most Basic-speaking peoples can't even comprehend."
He kicked off his boots and threw his feet up on the bed, resting his back against the pillow and headboard, indulging in the same staring into space that she seemed to be.
"I vonder. What vere you planning to do as an antique repairsperson?"
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Post by Jet Almeara on Dec 11, 2008 13:47:18 GMT -5
Jet didn't bother to wave or say good-bye or any such nonsense as Taaru and Avery left, she was already contacting Devlin and Amber, Devlin would get in touch with Sagara who's current mission was proving futile in any case.
Both Devlin and Amber assured her things would be taken care of Amber would arrive at the mansion the next day - after getting leave from the Jedi. Chase would have been a better safe keeper of Corellia...but he was still missing and no matter how many rocks Jet turned over there was no trace of him. However perhaps this mission could help there too, perhaps leaving the core behind even for a little while would give her enough clarity to find him somehow.
Devlin seemed of the opinion that the trip would be good for, something about being depressed lately, she brushed him off and then closed the connection between them when the details were finalised.
"Ice...get my gear ready"
Not many would trust a droid to do such a chore but Ice had been with Jet for longer then this mansion had been standing, he'd been a gift from Dylan - a replacement for Tweeter the lemon droid that Dylan had borrowed and subsequently lost during a mission, good riddence he had stated and even Jet had to agree with that Ice on the other hand was more reliable then most humanoids she knew - and better company to boot.
As Ice went to corral her things Jet made her way to the hanger, ShadowChaser was always lovingly cared for, re-designed built and maintained by no one but her she none the less wanted to give it a good once over before they left, there were a few upgrades to the computer systems she wished to install as well.
Within moments of boarding her ship she was engrossed in her work, as always the ShadowChaser lent her peace of mind, her thoughts much to busy to dwell on other things.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 11, 2008 15:32:49 GMT -5
"Nothing I guess... I think this is it really. There's not much you can do with a career like that other than... just fix things as they come to your shop."
She sat up to take another swig of her drink, setting the empty glass back down on the nightstand before taking up a spot much like Taaru's, but where they would be shoulder to shoulder.
"Origionally I was in school to pick up my father's line of work. Carry on his job once he died... but you know. It was all very soon, and sudden... I just didn't think I could do it anymore. I stayed on my ship and did something easier...something that didn't require alot of thought. I could just stare at it until all the pieces came together."
Her hands rose as she talk, mimicking the actions of pieces flying into place.
"It's sad really. I still get calls about his job. I'm probably the only one qualified enough. I mean, I lived with the man for years, so, if anything I'm probably overqualified."
She smiled, looking over to Taaru.
"I'm sorry, I'm babbling. This is all really boring to you, isn't it?"
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 12, 2008 2:30:06 GMT -5
His eyes shifted in her direction, then returned to admiring the whiskey's pale golden color.
"Heh, if you vant to know boring, I can tell you about multivariable calculus professor I had at the Academy," he jested. "But I vould not doubt the significance of yours choices. You are here, now, on a mission that could possibly have a great deal of consequences for the galaxy, bad or good...."
Taaru was going to continue, but a buzzing in his pocket interrupted him. He fished out a commlink and checked the caller ID. It was scrambled with a unique 512MB encryption. There was only one caller that would use something that paranoid.
Taaru quickly sat his glass on the bedside and swung his legs back onto the floor, heading for the door, leaving Avery with a tert "I'll be right back."
The conversation lasted 17 minutes. If she listened, Avery would hear the faint murmurs of heated dialogue in another language, followed by the general timber of reluctant acquiescence.
Taaru returned, his mood more sour than when he had left the room, but going through great lengths not to show it.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 12, 2008 5:18:20 GMT -5
"I wouldn't feel satisfied unless I knew... whether it be good or bad."
She smiled lightly. It was something her father would do. Once when she was little, he took apart the washing machine, just to see if he could put it back together again. Her mother was furious when he found he was unable to. He was young, and lacked all the knowledge he would aquire later... They ended up having to call someone to have it repaired.
He watched the repairman and eventually figured out where he had messed up.
Avery jumped a little when Taaru's comm beeped. She looked over to him quickly, her thoughts interrupted. When he left, she said with a slight hint of confusion, "Um... alright..."
She sighed and stood after the first 5 minutes. She was sure he had probably ditched her. She poured herself another couple swigs of the whiskey and downed it quickly. A moment later, she found herself dizzy and lightheaded. She stripped off her sweater, leaving her down to a tank top, and tossed it on her desk's chair. She plopped back down on the bed just in time for Taaru to re-enter.
"Should I even bother asking who that was?"
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 12, 2008 12:47:35 GMT -5
He glanced up at her from the spot he was examining on the carpet, deep in thought.
"Eet may be cliche, but if I told you, I vould really have to kill you..."
He scratched the underside of his beard in thought, which, in addition to his hair, he had allowed to grow freely in the last couple of weeks.
"Eet ees, however, safe to say, that things just got a lot more eenteresting.
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Amber Storm
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Post by Amber Storm on Dec 12, 2008 14:05:02 GMT -5
Amber waltzed through the door and made her way into the game's room tossing her duffel on the couch and simultaneously plopping herself down on a nearby armchair.
"Mom! I'm home!"
She shouted...uselessy since she knew full well her mother was engrossed in the hanger ad knew she had arrived. They'd catch up whenever she was done. Amber felt this trip woud be good for her mother - who in her opinion spent entirely to much time bogged down in red tape the last few years, something which was slowly eating away at her soul. While Amber waas perfectly happy in peacetime, her mother was not - she wasa creature of war and while Amber's new Jedi training shied away from such a thing - her DJO upbringing understood perfectly. Picking up the remote she turned on the holonet, unlike the Temple her mother got all the good channels and finding some good music she cranked it up obnoxiously loud and picked up a holozine to browse.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 12, 2008 14:40:59 GMT -5
"It is very cliche, but I'll let you have it. I'd rather not die over something so trivial."
She stretched her arms over her head, closing her eyes to enjoy her muscles straining upward.
She watched him scratch his beard and smiled a bit.
"You'd look better without it, by the way."
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Post by Sagara Sun on Dec 12, 2008 18:57:00 GMT -5
Sagara's transport landed in the DJO hanger right on time - or at least precisely on the time she told Jet to expect her, she wasn't surprised to the the ShadowChaser undergoing some maintenece - Jet always worked on the vessel before such a trip, sagara harboured thoughts that it helped her plan and think but kept such things to herself.
The ramp lowered on ColdStrike..the Corellian built transport she'd been working out of for the last few months and Sagara descended Making her way to the ShadowChaser just as the engines fired. The powerful ship roared to life without a hitch, and Jet didn't seem bothered by the muted roar she sent throughout the estate or the vibrations it sent throughout the hanger floor. Thankfully the house itself was insulated from such disturbences.
"Jet?
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