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You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

So, we talked about this before, but just to review:

-They get to Nar Shaddaa, get supplies, etc.
-On Nar Shaddaa, Neta reaches out to contacts in SIS and Imperial Intelligence, calls meeting of contacts to find out status of galaxy.
-Neta wants Yerbol and Aria to meet with contacts to lay out their idea about striking back against the Sith
-A handful of contacts leave, but three stay behind that want to help, agreeing to send out feelers to find Masters and get them to safety
-Roan meets up with them? <---Maybe?
-They decide to flee to Wild Space where they can not only go undetected by the Sith, but be closer to the abandoned(why?) Sith homeworld where they can try to figure out the sith's ultimate motives.
-They find moon in Wild space near the Sith planet. Find old city on Moon that's abandoned and can be used as base of operations.
-Masters are flown to moon by SIS and Imperial contacts, who are disgusted with what's going on and decide to stay on full time to help gather allies to their cause
-Masters along with Ari and Yerbol debate about what to do, eventually decide to join forces and first go to Sith homeworld to find out motives
-Go to Sith homeworld

What do you think?

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Post is up! Nar Shaddaa incoming! Also, I have a few thoughts about where we should go next in terms of plot...will post that here in a minute

Edit: CRAP! Forgot to mention Korriban being bombed! Give me a minute xD

Edit edit: Done!

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Yerbol could hear Aria's words, but they didn't register. His frenzied stupor was still in effect, senses overloaded with a brutality, with a rage that he had never experienced before. It was so comfortable, so fitting for a time like this that he didn't want to stop. He wanted to-

Then their eyes met. Those striking, beautiful dark irises locked onto his, their foreheads gently touched and that once burning anger began to subside. She breathed deeply, asking him to do the same. He shook his head once, but then, as he continued to hold eye contact, he complied with her encouragement, breathing slowly and deeply, savoring the comforting feel of her hands on his cheeks. It took a few breaths before he began to straighten up, adrenaline leaving his limbs, mind calming. A couple of minutes later, Aria withdrew from him abruptly, ending the experience far too early for his liking...but she was right. They needed to keep moving or else their sacrifices here would be for nothing. He couldn't live with that.

Yerbol walked to the Padawans, two of which Neta had helped to their feet and was supporting one with each of her arms(boy was she strong). The young knight looked down to Udike, whose abdomen had been split open, viscera and gore spilled on the hangar floor. His chest was moving, but breaths were coming in ragged gasps. Yerbol knelt down, holding the boy's head up with his left hand.
"I...I wish I had more to say than I'm sorry. You deserved better than this." Udike tried to mouth something, but a soft gurgle came from his throat, blood spurting from his mouth, dribbling down his chin.
"We WILL remember you, Udike. May the Force..." His throat closed, choking up for a brief second, but managed to squeak:
"Bring you peace." Udike's eyes closed for the final time, prompting the young Knight to rise and Janika to wail the boy's name before burying her head into Neta's shoulder.
"There'll be time for grieving later. Right now..." A distorted voice floated from inside the shuttle, Neta's eyes widening.
"Here, hold them up. Think I might've found an even easier way off planet." Handing the two Padawans off, Neta sprinted into the shuttle, catching the last words of the voice;
"...t minus five minutes. Report your status." She looked up at the shuttle's designation posted above the pilot's seat before hitting the "transmit" switch and relaying in a slightly higher pitch than normal:
"This is pilot of XO725 checking in."
"XO725, get your tails back here! Bombardment starts in less than five minutes and they're not waiting on you people. Clean up whatever messes you started and report to command post 2572."
"Roger that. On our way." Neta breathed a sigh of relief, telling the rest of the party:
"GET ON THE SHUTTLE! WE'VE GOT AN EASY WAY OUT!"

They took the shuttle back to Neta's ship, which was boarded immediately.
"Yerbol, honey, get in the co-pilot's chair. Aria, get the ID code logged into our system and get your new friends all situated. Everyone else, hang tight! We'll get to injuries once we're out of here, I promise!" The ship launched itself into the stratosphere and back into space. The blockade loomed in the distance as Neta said with a slight chuckle:
"Well, Kashyyyk isn't going to work."
"What?"
"I can't take the chance that the original meeting place is going to be safe. I'll need a more secure location...and I've got an idea." She looked to the nav panel before nodding:
"Plug in these coordinates." Yerbol looked on Neta's screen and scowled.
"Nar Shaddaa? Really?"
"Hutt Space is neutral territory for now, anyway. I've got contacts on Nar Shaddaa that can get us supplies and I can...well, try to explain to Roan why I did what I did. That'll be fun." She snorted a laugh as the same distorted voice came through the comm system:
"XO725, forwarding you coordinates for debrief."
"Roger, reporting to coordinates."
"Happy hunting, XO." Neta's brow raised, mouthing "Hunting?" silently as they drew within firing distance of the massive Republic destroyers, the Imperial ships not too far off deploying their rail guns. Finding a small crack between two destroyers, Neta slipped through, going to hyperspace a few moments later.
"Won't take us very long to get Nar Shaddaa, so just take a breather...also, get up."
"What?"
"I said get up!" Yerbol complied, brow furrowed in confusion. Neta looked him over before a sad smile formed on her full lips.
"You did what you had to." He looked away from Neta, jaw tightening.
"Hey, hey, don't pull the tough guy crap with me!" She grabbed his chin and swung it back towards her, maintaining a strong grip as she continued:
"You're entitled to FEEL BAD about what you did. Just don't let it define who you are." He grimaced.
"How can I not?"
"You'll figure it out. I promise you'll figure it out." She then took him in her arms, hugging him tightly around the waist for a few seconds before letting Yerbol go, patting him on the chest.
"I'm gonna go take care of the kiddos. You go talk to her. You two need each other right now and DON'T tell me otherwise."

Yerbol was sitting in he and Aria's quarters, garbed in a clean black undershirt that Neta had found in a drawer and shorts, elbows on his knees. He could feel Aria somewhere around the ship, but didn't know exactly where she was, but he assumed that she was busy sorting out the acolytes. He had spent some time with Manso and Janika while Neta patched them up, mainly just providing a shoulder for Janika to cry on and an ear for Manso to ramble into. The painkillers that Neta gave them also induced drowsiness, which allowed Yerbol to leave quietly to...think.

And hope she would show up. It'd be nice to have her to himself especially...

Sick. He was going to be sick.

He leaned over, back facing the ceiling. The fierce tearing, the gaping loss, it was there again. He gasped, feeling the breath rush out of his lungs, sinking to his hands and knees, head slamming on the mattress across from his and bouncing up, back of his skull connecting with the ledge of the upper bunk. He took a few moments, allowing the stillness in the compartment to fill him, to sooth the sizable wound left by Korriban's destruction. Managing to get to his feet, he heard footsteps coming towards him.

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Oh man, I'm sure it will require a hug!

Aaaaaand, I hit refresh while I was typing my post, so now it's lost :/

Will get at it again in a minute...didn't like some of it anyway xD

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Awwwwwwwww snap! I can't wait to read that! Well, both the mom scene and where Janika and Manso are alive.

Typing out a response now!

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Oh Udike's dead. Bleed out scene is in next post...

Man this is getting even darker xD

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Yes! Posted it in my characters list :)

Obviously his bio can be changed as we go.

No worries on that! Impressed at your species variety...need to work on that myself xD

Ok, so my post is up and I warn you now, Yerbol went NUTS. Have fun xD

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

"Yeah, yeah.' She slung Takree's arm around her shoulders, propping him up with her other arm as she peeked at the boy's wound.
"It might hurt now, kiddo, but you're going to be fine. Trust me." Takree grunted in response, Neta laughing inwardly at his sudden need to play the tough guy. Probably needed to feel better about himself after his friends effectively slammed his character in front of a bunch of women.
"Right then. Lead the way, Aria."

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Outside the hangar bay was Manso furiously typing at a console next to the massive steel doors, his face furrowed with concentration.
"What's the word, Manso? Any luck on the lock?"
"Getting there...long decryption keys, faulty UI, bad...ah, there it is." He looked to the trio with a relieved smile.
"Without the cover you guys gave me, I would've been toast."
"And without you, we ALL would have been dead." The Padawan stuck his chest out at Yerbol's affirmation, pressing a key on the security panel keyboard. The hangar doors slid open slowly, Yerbol muttering:
"Stay close and fight together."
"I don't know if I can..." Janika whined, retreating a few steps back.
"Jani, listen to me: we've got the drop on THEM this time. No one else is going to die today, ok?"
"Die? Wait, who di-" Udike glared at Manso, who mouthed "What?!" before shrugging and getting his apprentice blade ready.
"Remember: focus on your own energies and channel that instead of the chaos around you." The Padawans nodded, Yerbol igniting his saber as the doors fully slid open.

There were a few shuttles parked near the exit to the bay on the right with a handful of Republic Shock Troopers, Imperial Special Forces and gunner droids stationed around the shuttles. The droids let out a squawk as they clambered their way forward towards the intruders, the combined force opening fire on their position while a few of the troopers charged ahead, double bladed vibroswords in hand. Yerbol threw up a wall of energy to deflect the droid fire, the Knight shouting:
"We take out the droids first!"
"But what about the-"
"THE DROIDS!" The vibroblade soldiers bounced off of the barrier as Yerbol made his way forward with the Padawans in tow, Manso and Janika slicing through a couple of the machines flanking them before Yerbol dispelled the wall of energy, knocking the troopers on their backs for a moment, giving him time to throw his saber at the last remaining combat droid, effectively cutting it in half.

Saber now back in hand, the Knight dodged a now upright trooper's stream of blaster fire, thrusting him backwards with a powerful burst of the Force. Another came towards his right, vibroblade in hand, only to be taken out at the legs by Udike, who finished the trooper off with a solid blow to the ribcage. Yerbol spun around, delivering an elbow to another oncoming enemy when he heard a shriek of pain echo through the hangar. He then saw Manso gripping his left leg, blood oozing onto the floor. Janika threw herself towards Manso, hoping to help the now injured Padawan, but the same soldier that had shot Manso in the leg had delivered a couple of bolts to the right shoulder of the female Padawan, who dropped to the ground, eyes closing. Yerbol leaped towards the younglings, crouching in a defensive position, deflecting whatever bolts he could, but a rogue bolt hit Udike in the torso.
"Close in." One of the troopers flatly commanded, a ring of soldiers forming around the injured Padawans and their lone protector. As the ring tightened in formation, Yerbol heard the whimpers of the fallen Padawans, their blood needlessly spilled, their lives crushed underneath the heels of the Sith. He had to make sure they would survive. No matter the cost.

Yerbol closed his eyes, feeling the emotions he had been wrestling with, trying to suppress coming to the surface. Anger. Sorrow. Confusion. Rage. Loss. They were begging him to act. To abandon restraint...just this once. For Tython. For Lysa.

A visceral cry ripped from his throat, eyes snapping open as he threw his arms to either side of his body, throwing the troopers backwards. Exploiting their momentary lapse, Yerbol dashed forward, slicing two troopers cleanly through the torso, dashing to another and jamming his saber in the troopers back, rushing forward to allow the armor of his latest victim to absorb the incoming fire of the now capable soldiers. He ejected the body off his saber, ducking to the ground and throwing his saber at the legs of three troopers, shins separating from upper legs as Yerbol projected another burst of energy at the remaining members of the squadron, sending them flying against the wall of the hangars, their necks snapping. As the saber returned to Yerbol's hand, he found one trooper left, one leg forward, one leg pointed back towards the shuttle. The Knight threw his saber to the ground and jumped forward at lightning speed, delivering a powerful fist to the trooper's helmet, which cracked underneath the pressure of Yerbol's strike. Two punches to the gut and another to the chin sent the former assailant to the ground, Yerbol sinking to both knees on top of the soldier, his eyes wide as Yerbol slammed his left fist into his cheek. Then his right.

Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.

He stood up, blood coating his knuckles and hands, staining his tattered clothes. Breathing hard, he retrieved his saber and clipped it to his belt before bending over at the waist, hands on his knees.

Ari...get here...please

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

The Galactic Alliance might be a good placeholder for now. Once we get to Act II(Yerbol and Aria off to find the Master), we can come up with something more permanent. Sound ok?

Also, sorry about the "Act" designation, but that's how I'm keeping things separated in my head xD

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

I haven't written visceral Yerbol in a while(again, I normally play an older, more reserved Yerbol), so it'll be fun to see him smashing people in the face again xD

NO! Not at all! Her kids are alive and well, which will be explained later when they start to build a base on Wild Space Moon(that's what I've named the planet they'll be on...original, right? XD)

Hey, speaking of names...:
-What do you think the Republic and Empire should call themselves as the new "one galaxy" government? I've thought of a few names which i'll list below:

-The Democracy<---that's a joke...you know, cause Republic is one way, Empire another...ah forget it xD
-The People's Empire<---yucky, I know, but I'm counting on you to clean some of these up xD
-The Galactic Kingdom<---ew

I'm flailing here...help!