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The soldier shrugged the bystander away, looking at her. "The city of Luminoth, you drunk."Hawke Katamirth said:
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The Arch Wilder
Vulpesen watched Alexandra's use of the force, and nodded his head in agreement. "We are not without our tricks." As he spoke the words, an idea popped into his head. Tricks indeed... "Miss, would you mind telling us how many other people can do this and do you know if the king is one of these people?" If he was lucky, he would have another card in this game against this kings usage of slavery. If he was lucky, this would all work out well... or at least something resembling well. But hey, so far so good.
@[member="Tamara"] @[member="Lilia Dur'iar"] @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]
@[member="Tamara"] @[member="Lilia Dur'iar"] @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]
Valiens Nantaris
Head Admin
@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"]
Tamara’s eyes narrowed, and fear and suspicion grew in her at this display.
“I’m sorry, Mistress…please forgive me, Master, I cannot speak of this!” she said, turned and fled as fast as she could! She gave no explanation, but it was clear that Force users were either uncommon…or belonged to certain people. Powerful people. People it would be most unwise to upset.
Either way, the three strangers were soon left to their own devices.
Tamara’s eyes narrowed, and fear and suspicion grew in her at this display.
“I’m sorry, Mistress…please forgive me, Master, I cannot speak of this!” she said, turned and fled as fast as she could! She gave no explanation, but it was clear that Force users were either uncommon…or belonged to certain people. Powerful people. People it would be most unwise to upset.
Either way, the three strangers were soon left to their own devices.
Grand Admiral, First Order Central Command
It didn't take long for Cyrus to spot a group of figures who seemed just as out of place as he was. One was wearing a suit of Republic armor, which meant he was probably a soldier. Well the Republic may not be much as far as their military went, but at least you knew what to expect with other soldiers, so Cyrus set off towards him. The commando appeared to be in a discussion with two other figures, and Cyrus approached them just in time to hear the Umbaran announce "Thousands of years in the past, about 100,001 BBY."
The normally reticent Admiral displayed his disbelief in a characteristically military fashion, interrupting the group with the following exclamation.
"You're fecking joking, right?"
@[member="Doc"] @[member="Gerion Ardik"] @Hawke Katamirth
The normally reticent Admiral displayed his disbelief in a characteristically military fashion, interrupting the group with the following exclamation.
"You're fecking joking, right?"
@[member="Doc"] @[member="Gerion Ardik"] @Hawke Katamirth
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"I assure you, I am!" The King spoke, stepping down from the dais and joining the crowd. He seemed to be embraced by the crowd, and much laughter and delight was shared. "Such a strange face, I do not recognize you... are you from around these parts?"Gerion Ardik said:
He looked around and saw a great many other strange faces, and raised an eyebrow.
"Well, what brings you to the city of Luminoth on this joyous day?"
Alexandra Feanor
The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Tamara"]
"Did i do something wrong?" She blinked as the slave girl vanished and had left Alexandra standing there with the stone still raised, her hand riased and level with the stone. Here eyes found their way to Vulpesen, staring at him. "She seemed scared, what is it that i did i mean i was just trying to show her that we arent exactly weak people and can protect her..."
"Did i do something wrong?" She blinked as the slave girl vanished and had left Alexandra standing there with the stone still raised, her hand riased and level with the stone. Here eyes found their way to Vulpesen, staring at him. "She seemed scared, what is it that i did i mean i was just trying to show her that we arent exactly weak people and can protect her..."
Moira Skaldi
Paperclip Maximiser
@[member="Tamara"], @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"], @[member="Vulpesen"]
Moira felt like rolling her eyes at the naivete of these people. Because clearly marching up to the palace and displaying powers to nobly free the slaves was a smart idea. Given how primitive the planet was, not to mention the thrall the king had upon his place, openly flaunting their 'tricks' was the exact opposite of smart.
"You are a stranger, unknown to her. She is a slave, probably has not known anything other than fear of her masters, who probably wield such powers. She has known nothing else and you think displaying a few tricks will win her trust as if waving a magic wand? Most unlikely. It would produce fear," Moira responded. On occasion she could get quite snarky when she felt like it. "In this situation, with no intel, no knowledge, getting attention is most ill-advised."
Not particularly caring about the other two she looked around the room they had been left in.
Moira felt like rolling her eyes at the naivete of these people. Because clearly marching up to the palace and displaying powers to nobly free the slaves was a smart idea. Given how primitive the planet was, not to mention the thrall the king had upon his place, openly flaunting their 'tricks' was the exact opposite of smart.
"You are a stranger, unknown to her. She is a slave, probably has not known anything other than fear of her masters, who probably wield such powers. She has known nothing else and you think displaying a few tricks will win her trust as if waving a magic wand? Most unlikely. It would produce fear," Moira responded. On occasion she could get quite snarky when she felt like it. "In this situation, with no intel, no knowledge, getting attention is most ill-advised."
Not particularly caring about the other two she looked around the room they had been left in.
Jorus Merrill
is mek bote
The crowd obscured all. Oh, he caught a familiar face here and there, for some reason, but the crowd was massive. And now it seemed like he'd found himself beside a well -- the only pretty decent water source around. Maybe here he'd be able to spot someone who knew what the feth was going on.
It was a slim hope, but the shotgun over his shoulder demanded respect, so that might help.
It was a slim hope, but the shotgun over his shoulder demanded respect, so that might help.
Kaiden Rohn
Fallen Soul
@[member="King Oa"]
Doc was the first to speak, and he spoke loudly, and in a funny accent. He waved an arm, which by the slightly-rolled up underarmor weave, showed a hefty amount of shady-looking tattoos, those with the knowledge of them would know them as Swoop gang tattoos.
"Your highness, forgive me for my...abruptness, but...We don't uh...really know how or what we're doing here. We're uh...me and him."He wiggled a finger between him and the Umbaran. And then the newly formed Admiral and the Captain, who was kinda cute."And these guys...are...uh...how do I put this."
Insert long awkward pause.
"We're kinda from the future, your highness, if that makes any sense. Probably doesn't...please don't cut off our heads."
Doc was the first to speak, and he spoke loudly, and in a funny accent. He waved an arm, which by the slightly-rolled up underarmor weave, showed a hefty amount of shady-looking tattoos, those with the knowledge of them would know them as Swoop gang tattoos.
"Your highness, forgive me for my...abruptness, but...We don't uh...really know how or what we're doing here. We're uh...me and him."He wiggled a finger between him and the Umbaran. And then the newly formed Admiral and the Captain, who was kinda cute."And these guys...are...uh...how do I put this."
Insert long awkward pause.
"We're kinda from the future, your highness, if that makes any sense. Probably doesn't...please don't cut off our heads."
Hawke
The Strategist
@[member="Gerion Ardik"] @[member="Doc"] @[member="Tefoo"] @[member="King Oa"]
"Time travel"? Was this old guy taking crazy pills, or maybe it was she. 'We've traveled a hundred thousand years and so. And we've shifted positions too. That would explain how I am not aboard my ship'. This was beyond the scope of logic. A soldier pushed on the back of her shoulder and scolded her for the question she posed. It would be odd to anyone not affected for someone to be asking such. "Yes thank you for the information. Luminoth". Hawke turned back around to Doc and Ardik. "Well Doc, one of them noticed us".
Her refocus upon the two was again brief as yet another interruption called from behind. Hawke stepped round so she wouldn't have to crane her neck. The 'man' before them looked a little to regal, no rabble or soldier. Hawke looked up to Tyrin, she was a little young on this plane of time. The others had more time on it than her, best she leave the talking for the moment and let one of them handle it.
"Time travel"? Was this old guy taking crazy pills, or maybe it was she. 'We've traveled a hundred thousand years and so. And we've shifted positions too. That would explain how I am not aboard my ship'. This was beyond the scope of logic. A soldier pushed on the back of her shoulder and scolded her for the question she posed. It would be odd to anyone not affected for someone to be asking such. "Yes thank you for the information. Luminoth". Hawke turned back around to Doc and Ardik. "Well Doc, one of them noticed us".
Her refocus upon the two was again brief as yet another interruption called from behind. Hawke stepped round so she wouldn't have to crane her neck. The 'man' before them looked a little to regal, no rabble or soldier. Hawke looked up to Tyrin, she was a little young on this plane of time. The others had more time on it than her, best she leave the talking for the moment and let one of them handle it.
Kiskla Grayson-Matteo
Redeemer
Main Crowd I guess.
Luminoth..what?
As if Kiskla wasn't confused enough by the uproar, and the ceremonious chitter chatter about a name -- Akala things were moving. It was most unsettling, and she blinked furiously before seeing a familiar face moving at a rather rapid page.
"@[member="Tamara"]!" Kiskla grinned, but her façade slowly faded as she saw there didn't appear to be a joyous skip in the raven haired woman's step, but rather advancement with a purpose. Curious, and wanting to help as usual, her hand reached out to the bicep of the woman she could consider more than an acquaintance, more so a friend, "What's--what's going on?"
Luminoth..what?
As if Kiskla wasn't confused enough by the uproar, and the ceremonious chitter chatter about a name -- Akala things were moving. It was most unsettling, and she blinked furiously before seeing a familiar face moving at a rather rapid page.
"@[member="Tamara"]!" Kiskla grinned, but her façade slowly faded as she saw there didn't appear to be a joyous skip in the raven haired woman's step, but rather advancement with a purpose. Curious, and wanting to help as usual, her hand reached out to the bicep of the woman she could consider more than an acquaintance, more so a friend, "What's--what's going on?"
The Arch Wilder
Vulpesen shrugged at @[member="Moira Skaldi"] and looked at @[member="Tamara"]. "She's got a point. For all we know, our abilities mark us for sacrifice or doom and destruction. Still, sometimes the best way to get results is to stir the pot." With that, he grinned and followed after the slave girl. There was something he had always wanted to do, even if it might get him slapped across the square. Some chances didn't come all that often, even for a jedi knight. Of course, he was also careful to stay out of sight, keeping hidden from the slave girl.
Derisive Umbaran
MAIN GROUP
@[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | @[member="Hawke Katamirth"] | @[member="Doc"] | @[member="King Oa"]
"I am not in the joking mood. So, no." Gerion retorted to the inquisitive man in naval dress uniform.
More people were evidently popping in here like nobody's business. This was beginning to distress the Umbaran. Surely if they were popping into this period of time with such ease and little explanation, the way out and back to where they belonged would be equally as easy. Tyrin doubted that would be the case. Everything was always a trial, one way or another. The fact that time travel had such a horrendous tendency to cause paradoxes and was inhumanely complex was not a comforting one. He was about to address the field medic about his accused sarcasm when it suddenly seemed as though the King was homing in on him.
Again, such luck was uncanny to the Umbaran. Next, he'd bump into a former underling of his and be exposed as the former Sith Emperor, ruining his career in the Confederacy.
"We're kinda from the f-"
"You'll excuse my friend." Tyrin suddenly said as he realized where Doc was going in his ramble. An invisible Force closed briefly around the soldier's windpipe. Certainly not strangling him, but the sudden disturbance would be enough to send Doc into a coughing fit just before he could get on about being from the future. It was imperative that, whatever they did here, they not mess up the timeline. Telling this guy that they were from the future? Definitely not good. They needed to keep the timeline as it was, less they all return to 837 ABY and find that Ropos had instilled a second Infinite Empire.
"We came to pay our respects to the child, your grace." Gerion inclined his head respectfully. Royalty and all that. "Now that is done. We must go. Good tidings. Come, Doc. Admiral. Woman."
The sooner they were no longer tampering with the very fabric of reality, the better. Gerion determined that he would need to round up the others before they hurt themselves or inadvertently engineered a timeline in which Darth Sidious is actually a dwarf Gamorrean with a clubbed foot.
@[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | @[member="Hawke Katamirth"] | @[member="Doc"] | @[member="King Oa"]
"I am not in the joking mood. So, no." Gerion retorted to the inquisitive man in naval dress uniform.
More people were evidently popping in here like nobody's business. This was beginning to distress the Umbaran. Surely if they were popping into this period of time with such ease and little explanation, the way out and back to where they belonged would be equally as easy. Tyrin doubted that would be the case. Everything was always a trial, one way or another. The fact that time travel had such a horrendous tendency to cause paradoxes and was inhumanely complex was not a comforting one. He was about to address the field medic about his accused sarcasm when it suddenly seemed as though the King was homing in on him.
Again, such luck was uncanny to the Umbaran. Next, he'd bump into a former underling of his and be exposed as the former Sith Emperor, ruining his career in the Confederacy.
"We're kinda from the f-"
"You'll excuse my friend." Tyrin suddenly said as he realized where Doc was going in his ramble. An invisible Force closed briefly around the soldier's windpipe. Certainly not strangling him, but the sudden disturbance would be enough to send Doc into a coughing fit just before he could get on about being from the future. It was imperative that, whatever they did here, they not mess up the timeline. Telling this guy that they were from the future? Definitely not good. They needed to keep the timeline as it was, less they all return to 837 ABY and find that Ropos had instilled a second Infinite Empire.
"We came to pay our respects to the child, your grace." Gerion inclined his head respectfully. Royalty and all that. "Now that is done. We must go. Good tidings. Come, Doc. Admiral. Woman."
The sooner they were no longer tampering with the very fabric of reality, the better. Gerion determined that he would need to round up the others before they hurt themselves or inadvertently engineered a timeline in which Darth Sidious is actually a dwarf Gamorrean with a clubbed foot.
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"Oh, dear. Mako must've been toying around with the Gates again. What year are you from? I can have you back there soon enough... it was likely us that brought you here." King Oa smiled at the crowd of confused people. "The Kwa possess many capabilities, not to be limited by something as simple as the number we assign to what is now and what is then..."Doc said:
He turned to Tyrin, who had turned his back.
"But the question is, do you wish to go back?"
Valiens Nantaris
Head Admin
Tamara felt herself caught in midstream. A woman, blonde hair shining in the desert sun, was smiling at her, knew her name!
She thought frantically. Did she know this woman?
“M-Mistress? I’m sorry, who are you?” she asked. It had been a bad day. All these strangers, all these questions. “His Highness announced the birth of a new Princess…Akala. I must get back to him, he is my Master!” she said, tugging at her, almost panicked because the others were following her. The sorcerers.
Finally she broke free and came to stand behind @[member="King Oa"], her Master. She rather hoped he would not have noticed her absence.
@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"]
She thought frantically. Did she know this woman?
“M-Mistress? I’m sorry, who are you?” she asked. It had been a bad day. All these strangers, all these questions. “His Highness announced the birth of a new Princess…Akala. I must get back to him, he is my Master!” she said, tugging at her, almost panicked because the others were following her. The sorcerers.
Finally she broke free and came to stand behind @[member="King Oa"], her Master. She rather hoped he would not have noticed her absence.
@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"]
Grand Admiral, First Order Central Command
Cyrus made a note to send a memo to Republic Command to never sign the loud-mouthed Commando up for intelligence work. Thankfully the Umbaran intervened. At least someone else had some sense.
The irritable cavalier attitude Cyrus had earlier vanished as they left the strange Kings presence. As aggravating as the whole event was, now was not the time to drown his anger in drink or a bystanders face.
The Umbaran appeared to have some sense of things, which was enough for Cyrus to follow his lead for now.
@[member="Gerion Ardik"]
The irritable cavalier attitude Cyrus had earlier vanished as they left the strange Kings presence. As aggravating as the whole event was, now was not the time to drown his anger in drink or a bystanders face.
The Umbaran appeared to have some sense of things, which was enough for Cyrus to follow his lead for now.
@[member="Gerion Ardik"]
Moira Skaldi
Paperclip Maximiser
@[member="Jorus Merrill"]
@[member="Vulpesen"] - this one is not certain whether Moira would know his name, but no matter - was off on his quest to go after the slave girl @[member="Tamara"], Moira, you guessed did not care really. Nor did she care about what happened to the girl. Were there things she did care about? Well, yes, actually, but not many.
Regardless, with nothing really left to do and not even someone to kill, she departed the small room they had been left in. Making her way through the large crowds that had engulfed the place, she noticed the King from earlier, mingling amongst his adoring subjects. Doubtless the whole thing about being an 'accessible' King was good for PR. Doubtless anyone who did not appear suitably adoring would suffer the most brutal punishments. As for forcers, back on her homeworld they would have been burnt at the stake. Not that she cared about Artam either.
Her mood - as much as a killer droid with an inclination towards genocide could have moods - improved slightly as she noticed Jorus Merrill at a well. He happened to be one of those rare organics she found less annoying than the others. To an extent this had to do with the shiny shotgun. "Jorus Merrill, I would say this is a coincidence, but there are clearly none. A fascinating time period. I predict powerful ancient monsters to terminate," she said impassively as she approached, because that was totally the way to start a conversation.
@[member="Vulpesen"] - this one is not certain whether Moira would know his name, but no matter - was off on his quest to go after the slave girl @[member="Tamara"], Moira, you guessed did not care really. Nor did she care about what happened to the girl. Were there things she did care about? Well, yes, actually, but not many.
Regardless, with nothing really left to do and not even someone to kill, she departed the small room they had been left in. Making her way through the large crowds that had engulfed the place, she noticed the King from earlier, mingling amongst his adoring subjects. Doubtless the whole thing about being an 'accessible' King was good for PR. Doubtless anyone who did not appear suitably adoring would suffer the most brutal punishments. As for forcers, back on her homeworld they would have been burnt at the stake. Not that she cared about Artam either.
Her mood - as much as a killer droid with an inclination towards genocide could have moods - improved slightly as she noticed Jorus Merrill at a well. He happened to be one of those rare organics she found less annoying than the others. To an extent this had to do with the shiny shotgun. "Jorus Merrill, I would say this is a coincidence, but there are clearly none. A fascinating time period. I predict powerful ancient monsters to terminate," she said impassively as she approached, because that was totally the way to start a conversation.
Kiskla Grayson-Matteo
Redeemer
THE MAIN CROWD, STILL. I GUESS.
"Your..Master?" And that was it. That was all that was offered. Well now she was even more confused. Light eyes trailed after the dark haired woman, but as usual, she respected the privacy; although her curiosity was soaring to new heights. She was literally amidst a swarm of sweaty, excited people.
Was this an overpopulated baby shower?
Gross.
"Your..Master?" And that was it. That was all that was offered. Well now she was even more confused. Light eyes trailed after the dark haired woman, but as usual, she respected the privacy; although her curiosity was soaring to new heights. She was literally amidst a swarm of sweaty, excited people.
Was this an overpopulated baby shower?
Gross.
Drifter
Wanderer
MAIN CROWD
Habaek managed to stumble his way into the crowd talking with the King. Something about time travel and gates. Ahh, he gave a mental shrug. That would explain it.
CRRRRUNCH! He took another bite of his pear, mulling over things. Go back? He thought it over. Another shrug. "One place is as good as another," he said aloud, snapping the water bladder onto his belt.
Habaek managed to stumble his way into the crowd talking with the King. Something about time travel and gates. Ahh, he gave a mental shrug. That would explain it.
CRRRRUNCH! He took another bite of his pear, mulling over things. Go back? He thought it over. Another shrug. "One place is as good as another," he said aloud, snapping the water bladder onto his belt.
Orn'komad
Fast Talking Face Reader
Orn walked with surprising ease towards the group now quickly thickening around the king. For a spice trip, this is going astonishingly well. For a brief moment part of his brain pondered the use of "astonishingly" and wondered if it truly was high, but it was immediately bullied into submission by the rest of his brain, which had no alternate explanation.
He saw someone that he thought he recognized from a news report - a Jedi, by his look and Orn's memory - but no one else stood out as a familiar face. Pity. I was hoping for a shot or two. At any rate, perhaps he could get a laugh from the conversation by the king.
He saw someone that he thought he recognized from a news report - a Jedi, by his look and Orn's memory - but no one else stood out as a familiar face. Pity. I was hoping for a shot or two. At any rate, perhaps he could get a laugh from the conversation by the king.