Asemir
Null Prime
OOC:
Sorry this took so long to post. This is quite literally the busiest time of the year at work.
[member="Cadan Tazi"] You can fight your way to the doors if you'd like, I don't mind.
IC:
Asemir took one last glance at the first class cabin, annoyed and saddened that his trip had been interrupted like so. He caught the looks of some passengers, seeing their curiosity, fear, and confusion all mixed together, but he ignored them. He would do what he could to protect them, as their deaths or injuries were not desirable, but he wasn't going to get distracted by them. He shoved them out of his mind.
He stood before the blast door that separated the luxury cabin from the rest of the ship, and reached out with the Force to look for threats. Sensing none, Asemir triggered the door panel and slipped into the hallway. He made sure the blast door was properly sealed behind him, and with songblade clutched in hand, he headed towards the action.
The Ingr'Nysk considered his options. His life as a Ghost commando had included much anti-piracy missions. What had he learned then? If these pirates operated anything like those who preyed the Xedael Empire's space lanes, then he had two choices. He could try to negotiate, or he could completely obliterate them.
The Forgotten paused, glancing at his HUD's sensor readout. Perhaps in his youth, he would have gone with slaughtering these fools who were trying to hijack the ship. But, he was now older, wiser, more tempered. The grunts, the pirates with no name, they would not be in any position to negotiate. He'd probably have to kill them, at least until he'd convinced enough of them to surrender. But the leaders? They would be experienced, smart, open to talks. He might be able to talk them out of this.
It was worth a shot. And if it didn't work out, he could always resort to violence.
The Forgotten-turned-Sith-Lord-turned-bounty-hunter switched his radio to a general frequency. "Pirates boarding the Iridescent Dreams. I am Asemir Lor'kora. I demand that you cease your operations aboard this ship immediately. If you do not comply, I will be compelled to force your surrender."
Sorry this took so long to post. This is quite literally the busiest time of the year at work.
[member="Cadan Tazi"] You can fight your way to the doors if you'd like, I don't mind.
IC:
Asemir took one last glance at the first class cabin, annoyed and saddened that his trip had been interrupted like so. He caught the looks of some passengers, seeing their curiosity, fear, and confusion all mixed together, but he ignored them. He would do what he could to protect them, as their deaths or injuries were not desirable, but he wasn't going to get distracted by them. He shoved them out of his mind.
He stood before the blast door that separated the luxury cabin from the rest of the ship, and reached out with the Force to look for threats. Sensing none, Asemir triggered the door panel and slipped into the hallway. He made sure the blast door was properly sealed behind him, and with songblade clutched in hand, he headed towards the action.
The Ingr'Nysk considered his options. His life as a Ghost commando had included much anti-piracy missions. What had he learned then? If these pirates operated anything like those who preyed the Xedael Empire's space lanes, then he had two choices. He could try to negotiate, or he could completely obliterate them.
The Forgotten paused, glancing at his HUD's sensor readout. Perhaps in his youth, he would have gone with slaughtering these fools who were trying to hijack the ship. But, he was now older, wiser, more tempered. The grunts, the pirates with no name, they would not be in any position to negotiate. He'd probably have to kill them, at least until he'd convinced enough of them to surrender. But the leaders? They would be experienced, smart, open to talks. He might be able to talk them out of this.
It was worth a shot. And if it didn't work out, he could always resort to violence.
The Forgotten-turned-Sith-Lord-turned-bounty-hunter switched his radio to a general frequency. "Pirates boarding the Iridescent Dreams. I am Asemir Lor'kora. I demand that you cease your operations aboard this ship immediately. If you do not comply, I will be compelled to force your surrender."
