Public Past Memories (Character Introduction)

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"Just tell me where you want to go and I'll cover it."

That was just what he wanted to hear! Trust a former padawan of his to come through. He hoped that Xian Xiao was taking notes. Speaking of which, "We're definitely going to have to have movie night if you've never seen Squib Jedi and the Temple of Darth," the youngling knight declared. What about Squib Jedi and the Raiders of the Lost Academy? Squib Jedi and the Last Crusade? Clearly, there were gaps in this girls education that needed addressing.

Speaking of addressing, Tiddy McHooters said she was, indeed, from the Battle of Umbara. But that she also looked very different then? And he was supposed to recognize her from her presence in the Force?

Sor-Jan had met a lot of Jedi. He definitely didn't have all their names committed to memory. And he wasn't all that great with faces either. Force presences? Was that a thing? He supposed it might be, and Yoda probably had them all memorized. As it was, Sor-Jan had done his best to be able to tell one Jango Fett clone apart from the next. Which was, admittedly, easier with the Force. But still, when you didn't have any contact with someone over the course of centuries, it tended to slip from recall.

So, who had been at the battle of Umbara? "I was a Jedi Knight then," the boy stated, though if she recalled him as a padawan then her memory was likely as cloudy as his way. Sor-Jan had been at Umbara with his own padawan, a Twi'lek named Dil Andau. Though, because Dilly was obviously the older of the two, most had assumed that Sor-Jan had been the padawan of the duo.

Dilly had met another padawan there. His named had been..?

"Padawan Kryze?" the boy uttered finally. Was that right? Kryze? Craze? Crazy-Horse? Something like that.

"This is Noriko Ike and Xian Xiao," the boy offered, still situated on the shoulders of the Fett clone. "The little one here is Three..." the Jedi managed.

Of course, upon being described as little, the Fett clone prompted dropped the Jedi from off his shoulders.

Popping back up to his feet, Sor-Jan continued on as though nothing had happened. "Noriko was just saying that lunch was on her," the boy remarked. "You're welcome to join us."

 

[Jakkor Kess]

He soon followed closely with the likes of his new traveling companion. Raising the hood over his mask, and making sure to keep both sabers hidden. Even if Golbah City was civilized on the red rock that he called Geonosis. Getting out of the diner that had malicious intent. It still did not shake some measure of anxiety from the old war veteran. His senses were always on high alert, and while he himself rather not resort to violence to those that might threaten harm. He always felt anxiety creep upon him, his fingers on his sabers as if ready to strike. Breathing softly, and as calmly as he could, he felt his rising heartbeat steady at last. Following closely with the Padawan that was with him. He found himself approaching several beings inside yet another eatery. Jakkor knew somewhat of what the child Jedi Master was. The name had been whispered Sor-Jan Xantha a name legendary in the famous yet controversial Silver Jedi Order.

Jakkor did not want to interrupt the meeting, of to his astonishment was yet another Clone Wars veteran. Perhaps more had survived the initial purge that Sidious set in place more than he previously thought. Now to find them around in the place that had sparked the conflict was irony. A cruel joke that the galaxy was playing on them for sure. His eyes slowly focused on the likes of what had brought memories flooding back. One that filled him with dread, as he finally spoke, gesturing a garb covered finger to the Fett clone that was with the group, in a voice that was filled with anxiety, fear, even hints of anger as it had been centuries since that fateful day. "W-What is that thing doing here?"

Xian Xiao Juno Kryze Noriko Ike

 

[Kateen Areina]

Geonosis was a great hub of paying customers for Kateen, a freighter pilot was always needed in a capital city, and they tended to pay well too! The Twi'lek's Mu class light shuttle swung around a few paces faster than the average landing speed limit, coming to a stop atop a nearby landing platform, coming to rest with a loud pop and a puff of ugly black smog.

"Ugh, regulator's gone again?"

A twi'lek of the green variety, dressed in brown clothing and headstraps descended from the landing ramp carrying some sort of volatile crate with a few red markings here or there, could be bombs, could be hyperdrive fuel, could be a specific element, nobody would know or really care for they needed to get on with their business too.

A strange grouping of individuals that drew her eyes (and mind, for some reason) stood close to her drop-off point, one of which was a tusken, she'd keep her distance then, they were savages! The last thing she needed was another failed delivery. Regardless, for a brief moment Kateen sat upon the brim of the landing pad to take a drink.

 

[Xzaien]

The Battle of Bogo-Rai had ended in Catharian Victory, and now hundreds of thousands of Chiss Prisoners were officially made Catharian Property. Bogo-Rai now laid in ruins after Xzaien's army decimated the place and broke the back of the Chiss defense. So far now, there was only a time to for the Chiss Garrison on planet to capitulate his forces and surrender to the Catharian Hegemony. However, Xzaien's plans were thwarted by the escape of a High-Level Chiss General to the Outer-Rim to escape almost certain death when fighting Catharian Space Marines and Troopers. Bogo-Rai had been left utterly decimated by both Xzaien's Dark Templars and her own quite potent powers, with millions dead on the Chiss side, thanks to the introduction of massive force storms which wiped whole Chiss armies off the map.

Such then, Xzaien had ordered the 1st Catharian Fleet, consisting of enough Interdictor and Centurion Cruisers to conquer five star systems. To return to Cathay for repairs, and for the 2nd Fleet. Consisting of Admiral Keye's Flagship, the Resolute to attend peacekeeping duties on the surface of Bogo-Rai. Of course, Xzaien had little time before this Chiss deserter blabbed about the attack on the Chiss Ascendancy by formerly unknown forces. She had to persue him, and silence him at all costs. Every Catharian Infiltrator was currently absent thanks to the War of the Blue Diamond in the unknown regions.

It was a quiet day on Geonosis, as those on the ground could see a Interdictor Battle-Cruiser soon warp into system, escorted by two slightly smaller Blockade runners. Judging by the lack of any sort of militarized response by the Hutts, or any other sort of do-gooder civilization this small fleet had entered system, unmolested. After a few minutes the three vessels slowly made their way to the Capitol City, and was visible to all. The blood red banner of the Catharian Hegemony's Dragon. Of course, not many on the surface would know who these ships belonged to, but now was to be their first introduction to the Catharian Hegemony, and its infamous Autocrat. Xzaien would be something that would be written in the history books.

On the ground, some marveled at the outwardly archaic designs of these ships. Each of them easily appearing to be centuries old at least. The ships soon hovered above the main landing platform for large ships, all save for two of them. The Blockade runners made planetfall, with each landing in their own respective hangars. While a single large black and red shuttle departed from the Battlecruiser which hovered overhead, its engines almost shaking the ground with the sheer power they produced. Within a few moments, the shuttle touched down planetside in a very public hangar. Of course, Xziaen had made one hellova entrance. As those in the Hangar peered on, the city would soon be saturated with a Dark-Presence, cold and unforgiving in its ability to strike at any force users.

The landing ramp to the shuttle eventually opened, and soon presented a rather short Cathar wearing a blood red robe who stepped down onto the surface of Geonosis. Her nostrils breathing in the dusty atmosphere and heat. She peered around, locking eyes briefly with Kateen Areina as if she knew what the Twi'lek held within her. Nevertheless, she was unsettling to look at. Her fur was nearly white in coloration, and small black markings presented themselves on her face as a natural tattoo. Her eyes, blood red, and with this slight smile. Behind her stepped forth a rather ordinary looking Chiss, who stood nearly a head-and-shoulders taller than the Cathar. Around his neck, was a shock-collar, and in his hands, sat a large umbrella which he used to shield Xzaien from the sunlight. Save for this, Xzaien was alone and likely shadowed every step of the way by unseen escorts.

She stepped forward and off the ramp as she steadily walked, gracefully toward the main exit bay of the Hangar, eventually she could be seen by everyone who at first thought she was a Sith, and as such either averted their gaze or bowed their heads respectfully. Xzaien caught sight with Jakkor Kess and Sor-Jan Xantha. She approached, with this all too unsettling cordial smile on her face. She got close to them, and spoke.

"Greetings Jedi. Salutations. Would you mind if I join your conversation, it seems mighty interesting."

'Spades'

 

[Noriko Ike]

Noriko looked at Sor-Jan Xantha who was inviting more people and her eyebrow came up for a moment... and still more came around them. What she might have thought about crowds mattered little here though as she remained there and saw another approch them and talk to Sor-Jan... "Why am I suddenly thinking saving I'll cover was a bad idea." She said it but wasn't serious.... credits mattered little while she checked over at the others and just moved her saber to the side to shift in her seat. "So what are you wanting us to go and get Master Xanthra?" She didn't know the others but shrugged to herself prepared for his friends random or otherwise to join in.

 

[Juno Kryze]

Juno's stomach rumbled when Sor-Jan mentioned food. He chuckled sheepishly and said, "Since I passed on breakfast, lunch would be lovely. Thank you for the offer. I'll join you guys." The veteran turned to look at Kess who pointed at Three. "Oh? He's just a kid Kess. Sure he's a Fett clone, but he isn't going to kill you. Hell, he probably didn't even have the control chip yet." He felt the emotions his companion gave off. Anxiety, fear, even hints of anger. That's not good. What was it that Yoda said? Fear is the path of the Dark Side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering? Granted Juno doesn't have a leg to stand on himself, but that was hardly his fault. He grew up (again) under the influence of the Dark Side. "Come on. Calm down. I get why you're feeling this way, but you shouldn't let your fear cloud your judgement."

As Juno was trying to calm Kess down, he felt a powerful Dark Side energy wash over him. The temperature dropped and he could see his breath every time he breathed. The veteran wished he brought a jacket with him. Thinking about the sudden presence, the last time he felt such power was when he first met Darth Vader. The man gave off such a powerful "do not kark with me" vibe that it was ridiculous. When Juno fought him, it was like the Sith was toying with him. He barely escaped with his life. Looking up, he saw a rather ancient looking Interdictor Battle Cruiser appear in the sky. He also noticed a shuttle depart. When the source of the Dark presence made herself known, Juno frowned. A Cathar Sith? Or could she be a Dark Jedi, albeit a very powerful one? Instinctively, he reached for the lightsaber on his belt, only to find it wasn't there. It was destroyed over a year ago. He'd have to do something about that.

Juno stood ready anyway. It didn't matter if he was unarmed; he had the Force on his side. The veteran said to the Force User, "And who might you be, Dark Sider?"

Jakkor Kess | Sor-Jan Xantha | Noriko Ike | Sor-Jan Xantha | Xzaien | Xian Xiao | Kateen Areina | 'Spades'

 

[Kateen Areina]

Kateen took a nervous last gulp from her flask, slotting it onto her flight belt. Despite being somewhat well versed in the art of identifying ships, the Twi'lek had never seen such an odd flying contraption in her travels before, it was a wonder why such a large ship had any business in this system, but the galaxy was a strange and crazy place, in this era especially.

An edgy looking shuttle landed nearby, the being within had some sort of aura that commanded respect and authority, but if there was one thing Kateen was known for, it was disregarding such things. This rang especially true being as Xzaien had what looked like a slave trailing along behind.

~Always trying to act big, these dark and broody types.~ Kateen mentally noted to herself.

Whilst deeply unsettled to her very spirit by the glare directed towards herself, Kateen still responded in a slightly cocky way by raising a brow in a questioning manner.

However she secretly feared any resulting confrontation and opted to take her container of volatile contents, hop off the landing platform, and meander over to Dagar Blaze's place, the small-time trader just off the pad that typically comissioned her to deliver these elements, or whatever they were, to him.

 

[Malok]

G E O N O S I S​

It was a quiet day on Geonosis, as those on the ground could see a Interdictor Battle-Cruiser soon warp into system, escorted by two slightly smaller Blockade runners. Judging by the lack of any sort of militarized response by the Hutts, or any other sort of do-gooder civilization this small fleet had entered system, unmolested. After a few minutes the three vessels slowly made their way to the Capitol City, and was visible to all. The blood red banner of the Catharian Hegemony's Dragon. Of course, not many on the surface would know who these ships belonged to, but now was to be their first introduction to the Catharian Hegemony, and its infamous Autocrat. Xzaien would be something that would be written in the history books.

Objective: Coffee Break
Tag: Xzaien , John Locke , Kateen Areina + Open

It was a quiet day on Geonosis.

For the most part, the Vicelord finally had an opportunity to take a breather. Per the usual, his desk was cluttered with an array of datapads, documents, and several freshly consumed cups of caf. Hours had been consumed pouring over the present, and it came high time to step out for a breath of fresh air. Rising, he stepped out onto the balcony of his suite and found that the light of day was shrouded. Looking up, his gaze squinted against the shadow cast by militant vessels. Designs that were clearly not his own.

"Okay. Who in the feth..."

Calmly, his cup of caf was left upon the railing of his balcony. In its place, he fished out his personal comm and flipped the device open. Speed dial 3. CDF Command.

"Someone want to explain why there's goddamn a cruiser in my backyard?"

Somebody, and he didn't know who, was getting fired. Immediately.​

 

[Visanj T'shkali]

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WAKING UP​

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The alert sounded, it's shrill tones pierced the darkness of sleep. Visanj slid from beneath the warm blankets of her bed and padded to the table where the comm system was blinking. She opened the Vicelord's holo-message as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. It would appear someone opted to do something foolish and suicidal this morning.​

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"Leave," she said in a firm voice, and the two Twi'lek girls slid from the bed and stared at her. "Now. Go" With that, the door opened and security entered to walk her guests to the landing platform. "Call them a ride, Captain." She said as they left.​

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Vicelord Metus would be hot and spicy at the budget meeting this afternoon, and Vis knew she didn't need that. Ruining her day with grandiose acts of stupidity immediately flushed her veins with salt. She pushed the comm-link to Malvern Point.​

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"Commander Durha?"​

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"Yes, Deputy Minister T'shkali....good morning."​

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"Is your adjutant with you?"​

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"Yes, Lieutenant Commander Cion'al is here." He responded in a questioning tone.​

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"Good. Lieutenant Commander, draw your weapon, place it to Commander Durha's head and pull the trigger....twice."​

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"Wai....what...." The panicked commander was silenced with the twin sounds of blaster discharge.​

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"Commander Cion'al, congratulations on your promotion. Now, that fleet over Geonosis....the one which is not ours....initiate lockdown and if they so much as look mildly angry, unleash hell and get them the feth out of my sky!" Vis screamed into the comms.​

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"Initiate gravity wells! Activate planetary grid! Scramble....everything!" The newly-promoted officer began barking orders as Vis switched off her comms. It was going to be a very, very long day.​

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Malok John Locke​

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[Garza]

A sleeping moment as Garza rested upon the planet of Geonosis. A planet that his master, Srina Talon had given as his home. A place in which he could rest between whatever battles or Wars that his Master was fighting. However, in recent times, there have been no such wars. No such fights. As then, Garza would play with his brothers and sisters day and night. Dragons that, while small compared to his own girth, were flying about his head and arms. Yet last night, it was an eventful one. Chasing after the dragons across the desert.

Yet, noises of alarms and sirens going off woke the beast. Growling a bit, the caretakers of his Religion began to scramble. They noticed the slumbering giant was waking up due to the new ships within the sky. Awaking everyone that was upon the planet. Opening his eyes, the creature looked down upon his Servants. The little men and women running around trying to keep him in bed. Not wanting him to leave.

Instead, Garza looked up into the sky.

Massive ships that he had never seen before. Getting up from his bed, which was just a swath of ground. Reaching up to the sky as though he were making a vane attempt at ripping them from the air.

Turning to the people on the ground. He pointed upward. Letting his hand fall down to his side, balling up into fists as suddenly, the ground erupted in a rawr that would even wake the dead. The proclaimed Lord of Girth released his voice unto the heavens.

"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"

 

[Visanj T'shkali]

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WAKING UP​

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Visanj stood there, shaking her head. "We really have to raise those scores for recruitment," She thought to herself, as she went towards the shower. Might as well get started with the day, Metus was going to be super-happy fun to be around and this afternoon's budget meeting was going to be a total poodoo-show.​

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Just then, the massive bellowing of Garza echoed through the Geonosian sky.​

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"SSSSSSSSSSKKKREEEEEEEOOOOOOOOONNNNNNKK!!!!"​

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"Dammit. They woke the baby." She said, grabbing a bottle of scotch and opening with her teeth as she went into the shower. Spitting the cork to the floor, she climbed inside the pulsing hot shower.​

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"Fan....fething....tastic."​

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