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<<Rise and shine, children. Wash your faces and shine your shoes. We'll be in Kamino's orbit in five minutes. And don't forget your packed lunch.>>
Anon's voice oozed with a sickly sweetness made with artificial sugar. Popping his finger out of the communication terminal, the synthetic turned to his personal guard with a smile on his lips.
"Come now, little bird. The young Queen and her delegation should be in the hangar bay shortly, and the rest of the party should already be stowed away. Now give me an honest opinion," Anon hold out his arms and gave a twirl. The robes draped over his slender body made Anon look like a techno circus tent. All the layers of fabric swayed heavily with the spin. The entire outfit must have weighed 90 kg. Anon barely seemed to notice, and was quite capable of wearing it even with his shoulders and collarbone completely uncovered. Though momentum did fight against the technophile, forcing a stumble at the end of the his robe show.
The Tiamatrix, slouched with shoulders just touching the ceiling, gave a metallic sigh and shook its mighty head. With a taloned finger, the guardian pointed Anon to the hangar.
"But.... you didn't say anything about my robes. They... they... oh fine. But no ice cream for you after the party!" And stuck his tongue out at the white behemoth before clenching the up his robes and marched his way to the hangar.

***
Suspended from the hangar's ceiling, what could only be described as a silver slug hung limply above the cargo door that would lead to open space. A pair of stream-lined wings descended from the creature's side, almost forming a perfect ring before touching the floor. The reflective skin was smooth and shined like oil. As the walkway extended to the aberration, the featureless head raised to allow access to the flat bosom. Without signs of mechanical parts, a white rectangle extended from the center, revealing an internal airlock that lead to a ship. Though bizarre in shape and nature, this was indeed a ship of Anon's own making. The insides were a polished white, common among Anon's aesthetics, with a look between marble and pearl. However, with intention to be manned without Anon's usual retinue, many sub-systems and interfaces had been integrated to allow practical use by anyone.
<<Final preparation are 92% complete. Please ensure your equipment is prepared and find your seat as soon as possible. Refreshments are available and the inflight movie for this journey is Fear and Loathing in Mos Eisley.>>
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« Reply #1 on: 06/20/13 15:36:55 »
   Seeing as they were two free traders, and occasionally suspected smugglers, Domino and Razelle were sharing a comfortable yet modest room in a relatively cheep hotel in Tipoca City as they waited on the cybernetic learning enhancements to clear customs. It had been insinuated that a 'small appreciatory gift' would help accelerate the process but Domino had declined. The two didn't really care about the implants and were mostly just waiting on the fleet to arrive. Which meant the two had spent the time enjoying their 'vacation' together, sightseeing, talking, catching up, and trying to kill each other through sexual exhaustion. Which Domino was sure she was winning handily, it certainly helped when one had the advantages she did, but the insistent beeping of a datapad meant that it was time to get to work once again.

   Giving the Raven one last kiss before pulling away, Domino passed her the key and went to get dressed. From the closet she pulled a set of dark layered robes and a pir of loose pants, slipping them on and carefully doing up each layer and fastener to prevent creases or entanglements, she then pulled a large chest from in the back. Opening it with the palm scanner built into the lid to reveal an assortment of weapons the locals would definitely throw a fit over them having. Chief among them the twin lightsabers the Twi'lek attached to the back of her belt followed by her S-5 strapped to her leg and the knives into the sheathes already hidden throughout her robes. "The pack has the explosives. You go ahead and take it. I'll run interference on anyone that walks in on us." She said stepping back to let her love have a go at the clothes and weapons.

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« Reply #2 on: 06/20/13 16:00:23 »
Almost every single time she wound up with Domino for more than a few minutes, Raz found herself with her pants off, handcuffed to something sturdy, and with her body temperature up. The woman was insatiable...which was entirely okay with Razelle, since her crazy metabolism produced too much energy and she needed a way to vent it somehow. She hadn't had a chance to fight anything for days, which meant finding other avenues for expenditure.

From what she could tell, Dom actually thought she was winning a battle of sex against a creature that had been bio-engineered for almost limitless stamina and super healing. It was absolutely adorable.
She didn't need the key to get free, of course, but it was a convenient shortcut and Raz smiled when Dee actually thought of her for a moment; this wasn't out of the norm for their relationship, but it was still rare enough in her life that she took it as strange. Conveniently, she was naked. It would have been hard to slip into her skintight operations suit otherwise. Imperial Intelligence had gone to extreme lengths to make sure that its operatives had appropriate gear in almost any situation - the suit collapsed and compacted into a fraction of its full size during travel, and it was scan shaded to give off a null energy signature. As a result, Raz passed it off as "recreational adornment" and the Kaminoans refused to question further.
After a minute or two, she had sealed herself into the armorweave mesh and fastened her plated boots and gauntlets. Quickly afterwards, she started attaching weapons. One combat knife on her belt, another, smaller one stowed into her right boot. CAT-21 Balmung heavy blaster at her hip, CAT-08 Hrunting collapsed across her back. She'd probably extend it if she stopped being on explosive duty. Speaking of which...
Hoisting the pack of explosives over her shoulder, Razelle gave a quick crack to either side to stretch her neck out, then flexed her fingers within her gloves. "Plan calls for minimum collateral damage. I think the intent is to use these as insurance, not intimidation. Try to keep from blasting any doors open with your mind. We'll do this quietly, and hopefully we won't have to jeopardize Nessa's diplomatic standing."
With that, Raz paused at the door, listened outside, and hit the external camera to check. "...Alright...move."

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« Reply #3 on: 06/23/13 06:55:20 »
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Nessarose sighed as she looked at the two little babies sleeping on her chest. She'd heard the head announcement from Anon Nona, and it was with great effort that she managed to gently pluck Brayden and Scheherezade with the Force, and carefully place them in their cribs. They were only a few weeks old, and it was, she supposed, a kind of madness to take them along. But when the other choice was to either separate them, or ask the Galaxy to wait while she and Diomedes were busy raising children, she figured there were worse place they could be at than inside of a Victory-II.

Slipping into a white dress that hid the temporary changes to her upper body from sight, it was all too easy to see that she nearly dreaded even going into another room without her children.

Finally, she left the room, and made her way to the hanger, ready to leave to the planet.

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« Reply #4 on: 06/23/13 17:16:34 »
The Venator-class dropped out of hyper-space to enter into orbit around Kamino. Angelo stood on the bridge and watches the bodies work at their posts. The different posts were sending out their commands as the ship ready for the attack. For Angelo, this was his time on the Novem as he normally was on Aprilis handling supply runs. Everything ran the same for operations. It was the people who were different which was not a big deal.

A beep came across the data pad that Angelo had in hand. Bringing it up to view, he tapped the screen to read the message. It was one from his eldest brother that ran Cosa Nostra for their mother. The Venator ship was the criminal group’s hubs in different sections of the galaxy and Novem was in the area of Kamino. From his brother, there was warning.

As governments across the galaxy where popping up and failing so quickly, the criminal world was actually growing in wealth, power and size. Many had turned to attacking each other for show of strength and gain in resources. Black Sun had been going strong with everything they did. They had their eyes on Cosa Nostra and even began attacks; however, the two were in a stalemate. So both went after customers and suppliers to slow the other side down. That was what the message was about, it was warning that Black Sun might be coming to Kamino.

Turning around, he commanded communication to inform the Dodekatheon that there were reports of Black Sun ships might be arriving to interrupt activities. Then he ordered fighters to get ready along with transports which were looking troops and droids to move to the cities above the water. Before anything else was done, a request was sent to his brother to have Cosa Nostra’s Decem X come as security and another ship in case Black Sun appeared.

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« Reply #5 on: 06/23/13 18:15:09 »
Korasa
First Moon of Kamino45 minutes until contact.
Coming out of Hyperspace, the Dodekatheon came up within Kamino space before entering lunar orbit. From the launchers, two squid-like probes were launched in opposite directions to encircle the cloners' world. Anon would not have any surprises except for the ones he had planned. As expected, the TSP vessel met no hostilities upon their arrival. Kamino knew who was coming, what they wanted, and the consequences for asking for help. And on such short notice, it would be impossible to mobilize a defense fleet on time.
From the belly of the Victory-II vessel, the silvery slug of Anon's creation was released. Pseudopod wings extended outwards as the ship stretched out a series of thrusters along the rear-edges. Though it moved as if it were underwater, the capsule inside that housed all organic needs was perfectly balanced within their insulated bubbles. With all systems reading green, the Silveriiaa descended upon the water planet. Damn Anon loved to name things Silver-anything.
Tipoca CityCapital of KaminoLanding
Folding into a loop beneath itself, the Silveriiaa landed upon one of the larger landing pods that had been designated for service by delegates and other political needs. Similar to that of a lamprey mouth, Anon's ship opened up to extend a wide ramp. To meet the rushed committee of Kaminoan politicians and commandos, the giant crimson form of the Tiamatrix lumbered down first. Flexing its mighty arms, the creature made an attempt to make a show of intimidation without directly pointing its weapons at the tall, slender beings. It was easy enough to end up keeping attention from another form of tall and slender who gracely flowed behind.
"Now now, don't be rude to our hosts." Anon's hand looked very pale when it rested on one of the Tiamatrix's forearms. "They have been gracious enough to greet us, the very least we owe them is a proper introduction. Every good show needs one."
"That is not all you owe us." One of the robed Kaminoans dared to speak up. This group was more than likely intended to stall their honored guests long enough so that some sort of defensive maneuver could be made. Anon ignored the outburst.
"On behalf of the glorious Sanguine Potestatem," Anon curtseyed. Such heavy robes would surely topple if the technophile dared to bow. "I am Anon Nona, humble servant of the Royal House of deWinter, and consultant to the Ever-so-well-dressed Empress of Cute and Fluffy." Holding out his arms to direct attention to the descending platform, Anon stepped to the side. "It is with great honor and tingling satisfaction to bless your dreary lives by presenting to you The Fabulously Dressed, Czaress of Candies and Other Sweet Things, Owner of the Prettiest Shoes this side of the Core Worlds, Her Most Magnificent, Merciful, and Patient with Long-Winded Introductions, Queen Nessarose 'Only a little prettier than me' deWinter!!!!" Anon applauded to the coming arrival of the monarchical leader of the TSP, and appeared to shed the slightest of tears while stifling a sob. After the briefest of moments, he elbowed the Tiamatrix in the knee. Responding with a metalic groan with a distant echo of something female screaming, the Tiamatrix began to play a canned roaring applause from an audience.
The Kaminoans were not impressed. Well, maybe by how this frail man was able to wear such a bulky collection of fabric over his frame. However, they remained guarded while watching. Their faces looked chiseled as they waited.
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DodeketheonKorasa Orbit
With Captain currently disposed to personally ensure the safety of the deWinter infants, Axes stood to the side of the command seat while fulfilling the role of Subcommander and Primary System Administrator. Gone were the marks of Anon's tinkering, the human-imitating droid was back in soft skin and body-tight clothing. In her white jump suit, the synthetic woman stood statuesque with her hands folded before her while holding a datapad. Axes' eyes were almost glazed over as she stared out beyond the destroyer's hull.
"Subcommander!" Called out a woman from the communications panel. "Gladiator Cavataio is transmi-"
"Play it." Axes interrupted. She already heard the message. Even before the ensign could authenticate clearance, Anon's personal secretary accessed the data feed and verified twenty times the encryption used. Having the message played was only a formality for those who were not wired directly into the system.
The ensign had slight Force sensitivity, she was going to begin preliminary training in two weeks, but the chill she got for being targeted with Axes's cold, dead stare was something far different that what she imagined. "Play the message, Ensign." Axes repeated. "I shall not say it-" The synthetic woman was now that target of interruption as the ensign played the message in panic; she did not want to hear the end of the threat. The bridge was quiet except for the report by Angelo's officer. Axes had returned to her pose as she reconnected to the ships network.
"Inform the Commander of the message," Axes commanded. "Presence on the bridge will be needed. Have the Hathor leave reserve status and to Hyperspace jump to our coordinate as soon as possible. Finally, release another pair of probes. I do not want anything approaching the planet without my knowing." There was an edge of loathing in Axes's voice. She was told to make use of the crew and not to try and operate the entire vessel on her own. With the current upgrades, she probably could, but Anon wanted to earn some favor from the men and women that served during military activity. "And acknowledge the Cosa Nostra vessel that we have received the message. Provide Level 2 tactical date and share our planet scans with a three minute delay. Mister Cavataio may serve Her Highness, but his crew may owe allegiances elsewhere."
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« Reply #6 on: 06/25/13 05:31:54 »
   Trying to think if she ever had blasted a door down with the force, Domino passed by one of the long necked locals without even seeming to notice him and was in turn ignored just as completely. They were in a city after all and not aimlessly wandering around a private building. "Don't think I ever have." She finally said as they came to the turbo lift that would take them to their target. "Keep watch." She popped open the covering to the keypad and began connecting a datapad to its insides. "It's been to long since I've done something like this, I actually miss it." Never thought I would though. "Just a moment and.... There." Sparing one last look around the two infiltrators entered the lift and keyed in their destination. The main power generation plant for more than half the city.

   As the lift slowed to a stop, Domio was gratified to see Razhad already moved to flank the door when she checked. Senses already extended out and searching for threats, Domino was already prepared when the doors slid open to reveal the two kaminoen guards sitting behind their control desk. The ranking one's question of  "Hey what are you doing here?" Was cut off mid interrogative as their heads snapped together, sending them slumping to the floor. "Badge checkers." Was Domino's guess as a third guard's hoof stuck to the ground as he dashed towards an alarm panel. Another force slam sending his head into the metal decking below. "And we're clear to the end of the hall if you'd like a turn."

She was fine either way, the only thing she felt like she absolutely had to do during this mission was keep Raz safe and then make sure the charges were planted, and only the former was really important to her.

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« Reply #7 on: 06/26/13 04:58:02 »
Domino was talking to herself. That was actually the first time Raz had heard her do it, which was just a little relieving. After all, she'd been talking to herself for quite some time, and it was nice to know that at the very least she wasn't the only crazy person around. While she was a little curious what her twi'lek partner was so fixated on as to forget herself, Razelle didn't ask any questions. She needed to keep her pack of explosives very discretely covering her rifle in order to keep everyone around her from freaking out about the very heavily armed woman walking around their boring civvie city.

If Dee really wanted to play with the locks on her own, who was Raz to stop her from having her fun? It didn't take her much longer than it would've taken Raz, after all, and it looked no more obtuse than a redheaded human in combat gear with a lumpy backpack and foreign pistol tagging along with a twi'lek with a mutant skin condition and a penchant for wearing black.
Raz didn't let herself slack for a moment, even inside the elevator. She was on a job. That meant a nigh-inhuman amount of focus. It was a good thing humans couldn't melt steel with concentrated stares, because she probably would've liquefied with lift's door otherwise. As the elevator docked, Raz just frowned a bit with the ruckus that Dom's personal brand of disabling guards seemed to cause. With a grunt, she tossed the pack of explosives at Domino and pulled out her knife with her left hand.
With uncanny silence, Raz's audio-muffled combat boots picked their way up to the end of the hallway. She took a moment to peek down both ends of the connecting hall, checking for guards. Two on the right, a very open expanse of corridor on the left. With a moment's thought, Raz smirked and set her rifle very carefully on the ground, sheathed her knife, and stumbled extravagantly into the middle of the corridor, rubbing her neck with an audible "ow."
When the two of them started to move towards her, she made a show of attempting to move, but then loudly yelped the moment she moved her leg. "Dia a ghortú! Now is not the time for you to be broken!" A few moments of quizzical staring and pointing of guns later, the guards started to take a couple of cautious steps forward, not entirely sure if they should be helping or shooting this injured human who was in the middle of a restricted area.
Their hesitant first steps were all Raz needed. The moment either of them lowered their guns, she kicked herself off of the ground, finding her feet and charging directly into the closer guard. With a surprising lack of subtlety, she smashed her shoulder against his chest, forcing him into the wall and causing him to double over. After a moment, her hand quickly followed to the back of his head, sending his body prone and gasping. In the same motion, she brought her right hand near her side, snatching her blaster out of its holster and planting it firmly in the other one's chest.
She honestly would've preferred his forehead, but she couldn't reach the damn thing.
With the entirely understandable reflex of hesitation at the very real possibility of being shot through the trachea, the other kaminoan left himself open to a quick, twisting high kick to the cheek from one of Razelle's plated boots. Two very unconscious guards, and thankfully no casualties. That would've put a damper on their diplomatic situation. When the threat had been removed, Raz casually strolled back to Domino and picked up her rifle again. "I don't think we'll be slicing through this door. We can spare a det charge or two, but that would draw a ton of attention."

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« Reply #8 on: 07/01/13 08:55:05 »
   Catching the pack and slinging it, Domino just followed Raz along her way. And face-palmed wen she stumbled out into the corridor, in her armor, with a blaster strapped to her leg, in a high security area. She could barely believe that they didn't shoot her immediately. The only reason she could think of for them not was that they'd had a long period of peace where nothing like this ever happened and/or they were still the dumb herd animals they'd evolved from. Several quick mind tricks and a firm grip on the second guards blaster kept the human from getting shot by the second Kaminoin while she spent an abysmal ammount of time knocking out the first. "Try the stun setting next time." She remarked as she passed Razelle, holding her rifle out for her.

   As for the door, "So would cutting it." She laid her head against it, trying to feel it's workings. She'd heard of those with the power to control computers and droids through the force. It sounded like getting through a door like this wouldn't have been a problem for them, as for the pair trying to get through.... But most doors were the same, once you got pass any alarm and you cut the power, they were just hunks of metal sitting there, heavy ones granted, but she could move heavy, hopefully before anyone on the other side realized that security had been compromised. "There and, there." She pointed to two spots on the wall for Raz. Drawing one of her sabers, she ignited it mid-swing and sent the yellow blade lightly to lightly kiss the wall, cutting two parallel lines into it that wouldn't go through to the other side before launching into leaping spin to the opposite end of the door so that her back swing would pass harmlessly over her partner rather than through her. There she finished her cuts and returned her saber, deactivated, to its place on her belt.

   "Ready? There's four of them." She set her feet and crouched. "Set," her hands came up as if she were griping her fingers into an invisible surface. "Go." The door followed her hands as they slid apart, groaning in protest as the un-powered gears were forced to spin back. On the other side were engineers, stunned by the intrusion and the appearance of the foreigners. "Up to you Pateesa." Domino said walking past her. Of course she expected her to stun them, and it wasn't like they'd escape the room with her to yank them back from the only exits the redhead wasn't blocking them from. A quick glance showed that they led out to catwalks for servicing the massive generators. Good.

   Taking over a terminal from a Kaminoin girl, a quick glance at the screen showed a feed of Nona making his usual grandiose show. shrinking the window to a corner, she set to work isolating their area from the rest of the city's Deepworks.

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« Reply #9 on: 07/07/13 11:35:25 »
Raz almost grumbled when she reached down to flick her Hrunting to the stun setting. She hated wasting the heavy firepower of her weapons on something fundamentally non-lethal. It felt like having a custom-made bazooka that could bust open six feet of solid tone and the hitting people with the barrel instead of firing it. The Hrunting could crack armor, even before the plasma burns. She'd had the damn thing special ordered for maximum stopping power, and now she had to gimp it. That was more than irritating.

When Dee opened the door, though, all of those complaints flushed from her mind. Four targets. Single, even strafe, right to left. One shot each. With each shot, she jumped a little, twitching just slightly. If she had been thinking about it, Raz would've realized that her little twitches weren't due to the gun's discharge going off and were instead an instinctive reflex...but she wasn't thinking. She was acting, and her own malfunctions had nothing to do with the mission at hand.

With four perfectly placed shots, she had four very unconscious bodies. She was still shuddering when she finished, and had to force her finger off the trigger to prevent an accidental discharge. Wincing as she forced her hand open again, she relaxed her grip on her gun and, out of reflex, flicked the switch back to standard fire before she collapsed it and holstered it on her back again. "We don't have much time. Do you know how to set these charges? It'll go faster with two."
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« Reply #10 on: 07/09/13 17:11:30 »
Nessarose remained silent during the introduction, a smile so smug it could only befit  a queen plastered on her face as she did so. If she hadn't needed to keep herself perfect this meeting, she would have outright glared at Anon for his claim of only a little prettier than me. She wore pink much better than he did, and they both knew it. Sure, one could admit that he was better with spandex and feathers. But that wasn't her style anyway.

"Thank you, Mr. Nona," she said, "for that marvelous introduction."

Motioning with her head, two Warriors of her entourage stepped forward, lowering chests they'd been holding in their arms. On cue, they opened them, revealing crystals and diamonds, and stepped back, standing tall and proud with their eyes cast at straight at the Kamoians.

"We are here to purchase your service," Nessarose then spoke, "and we are here to sign an exclusive contract. No other clients shall you have, but us."



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« Reply #11 on: 07/09/13 18:10:27 »
One of the delegates of Kamino narrowed his dark eyes at the treasure, the nostrils of her bulbous head flaring. "How dare you!?" She spat, very un-Kamino-like. "We are not some second-rate cloning firm you can just buy out!"

"Enough Shai'ree!" The senior minister commanded. There were a lot more shiny buttons adorned on his robes. The female Kaminoan struggled to stare down her superior, contending her pride against his aged wisdom. With a snort, she conceded, moving to the back of the group where she could hide her disgust.
Taking his place again at the front of the council, standing ahead of the commandos' barrels, the old Kaminoan took a deep breath and fought the chill of the light showers. Fortunately for Nessarose's entourage, a modified repulsor barrier umbrella'd the queen and her attendants. As for Anon, not a single drop of rain stuck to him or dampened his clothes. "I am Senator Varthan," the Kaminoan introduced himself. "Viceroy Baash'ok apologizes for not greeting you in person. It is no easy task to prepare for such honorable guests in such a short amount of time."
The old Kaminoan was skilled in masking the insult he too felt when the boxes of treasure were thrown at their feet. Any empath could also feel that this senator understood that his personal feelings did not matter, and that controlling this situation without the ignition of weapons was paramount; above and beyond the opinions and perhaps even the lives of those currently present. "This is certainly an offer we must consider." His eyes scanned from the Queen to the Giant, then back to the personal guard, to Mr. Nona, and finally back on the Queen. "We will take your terms to our Supreme Court and call for a vote. In the meantime, you are free to enjoy our fair city." Varthan waited for the counter proposal. He waited for someone to get shot. He waited for time he could not spare until the defense fleet has assembled.
"Ooh! We get to go shopping?" Anon smiled and clapped his hands together. 

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« Reply #12 on: 07/15/13 19:12:07 »
   Well that had been odd. Razelle had never acted like that before. "Sure thing," she switched the broadcast feed to her data pad and stood. "Sabotage used to be my specialty after all. Well, one of them." There had been so many missions of them, from businesses to banks, criminal syndicates and Imperial concerns... All of it culminating in her sabotage and near laming of Carter's 'Scourge.' She had been particularly pleased when he'd told her that it had required his personal use of the force to find and disarm that one. She had even managed to pull off her last mission for the Alliance when Brumhilda turned their squad against her mid-mission.

   Taking a pair of charges from the pack, she passed it back to Razelle. "Lets try to keep the damage minimalistic, we just want the effects to look impressive. I'f we just take out the breakers and the main line that'll cut the power for most of the city, secondaries on the back ups just in case they don't go through the main..." She tallied work times on her fingers as she went through another door and into the actual generator room. "Once we let crews back in they should be able to restore power before breakfast." Which meant that the cloners could get right to work on their new contract once it was accepted. Nessa would like that, minimal delays, good projections, good jobs all around. Yet it was a half distracted Sith that was planting her charges, oh they were still placed perfectly and without mistakes, she could do it blindfolded and underwater with one hand. Domino just felt that something was lacking. With the exception of her budding relationship with Razelle, there just wasn't much excitement left to tempt her out into the world. She was comfortably set up in the Galaxy, could retire the next day and still never have to worry about a thing. It was utterly boring and even the excitement of her Warden duties was starting to wear thin.

   "Alright, I've got the breakers!" She called out from the maintenance platform. "How are you doing?" The force slowed her jump from the walk twenty feet in the air, which Domino treated as nothing upon landing. "We probably don have much time left before they notice something's wrong."

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« Reply #13 on: 07/30/13 12:54:41 »
Remaining in place, Nessarose kept her perfectly regal stature as she watched the locals bickering amongst themselves.  The one who flared out  had her immediate attention. Though silenced by her superior, Nessa had to admit she found the out of character spunk of the little alien to be quite... Refreshing. Part of her wanted to grab the female's hand and just lick it, to get her to feel as out of place and as uncomfortable as she possibly could. But such games would probably best be saved for later, she sighed.

Returning her attention to the old one, she chewed her lip and cocked her head to the side as he told them to enjoy the city. "Not yet," Nessa said, holding her arm up to stop Anon.

"Senator Varthan," she resumed as she now took a step forward, shrinking the distance between them, "I will be joining the council's meeting." Reaching out with her presence through the Force, she nodded once. He would not deny her; not when she could feel her people moving around the city and the planet, preparing for the chaos that would erupt if her wishes were denied. "We can safely assume that Viceroy Baash'ok would approve."

The last dignity she permitted for now, to let the locals lead the way. But only if they would start walking already; otherwise she'd be ahead of them in less than a dozen steps.
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Re: Prequel of the Blonde Clones (TSP Takeover: Kamino)
« Reply #14 on: 07/31/13 11:41:27 »
Of course she used to work in sabotage. Yet another thing that Raz didn't know about her...but then, it wasn't as if Razelle Breuner was opening up about her own past to everyone she met. Most of the Potestatem just knew her as that chick Nessa had picked up one day and suddenly she was all over the place. She didn't even know how much Dee knew about her. It was seriously hard to build a relationship, an action requiring huge amounts of trust, when neither of them knew shit about each other.

Raz had no idea that Domino was also thinking about their...whatever-they-had, or that both of them were spending just about equal amounts of attention (re: very little) actually setting their det charges. It wasn't like it was rocket surgery to someone with basic field training, but most Sith decidedly did not have basic field training.

When Domino landed behind her, Raz twisted her final charge active and slung the pack over her shoulder as she turned to move out. "Of course not. We never have much time."

Part of her wanted to grab the Twi'lek by her shoulders right there, throw her up against a bulkhead, and just snog the living hell out of her. In fact, it was a big part of her. Razelle barely managed to keep a lid on it, reminding herself how much the mission mattered at this point. Either of them being caught would be disastrous for Nessa's bargaining status.

Even so, Raz hesitated as she started towards the door. She looked back over her shoulder, her face not quite visible to Domino through her hair. "Hey...when we get done here, there's something we need to talk about."

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Re: Prequel of the Blonde Clones (TSP Takeover: Kamino)
« Reply #15 on: 08/02/13 17:22:51 »
   That brought Domino up short, "Uh, sure thing." Razelle's sudden change in mood caught her by surprise, she'd been thinking about the mission and hadn't been following her lover's mind, not that she usually did. It was a privacy thing, she wouldn't want someone constantly reading her emotions so she didn't mess with Raz's unless they were training or playing one of their 'games.' Now she was probably acting like one of the hundreds of guys on TV when they heard those exact same words. Internally she was wondering what was wrong at a zillion miles an hour.

   Closing the metal doors that lead to the generators behind them for blast protection, she then made her way to one of the stations and brought up a camera view of the hallway outside. Still clear, and a quick mental sweep confirmed it, not just a loop then. Unclipping one of her sabers and laying it on the console for easy drawing, she held a hand out to the human inviting her over. [/color][/size]"What do we need to talk about?"

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Re: Prequel of the Blonde Clones (TSP Takeover: Kamino)
« Reply #16 on: 08/07/13 19:23:09 »
"You will be joining the council's meeting." Senator Varthan didn't skip a beat though he kept the sternness in his speech. "We can safely assume Viceroy Baash'ok would approve." The rest of the committee cast worrying gazes at the Senator. To the Force savvy, their concern was like the smell of fresh cut grass; their hopes that they would have a chance at turning this around were mowed right over. Though a few of the Kaminoan commandos remained silent. These soldiers did not think about what just happened. Their minds were repeating meaningless subjects. Sports scores, poetry, the expanded elements of the periodic table.


Leading the way, the Kaminoans made their long strides into the building proper. Entering the large domed construct it was quite evident that the planetary government was trying to minimize loss of life: the whole facility was absent except for a few clone troopers lining the hall. A pair for every ten meters, armed with only basic blaster rifles.


"The next transport will not arrive for another ten minutes. Otherwise, it is roughly a thirty minute walk to the Supreme Court." Varthan finally spoke up as the troupe came to a hault. "Though your large machine needs to be left behind."


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Anon relaxed his shoulders as his face humbled, keeping to just a gentle smile. "Of course, Your Majesty."


Anon and the Tiamatrix followed along the side of Nessarose's entourage, the great walking weapon casting its shadow over all others while Anon seemed to glide across the plasteel floor. In the announcing that the Tiamatrix would not be able to follow onto the transport, Anon failed at making his gasp sincere. Grabbing the weapon platform by one leg, Anon looked to Nessarose with a pout.


"But she always wanted to see the where the long-necks made their rules and policies." Anon whined, treating the giant battle suit as if it were a child."We even had her exhaust ports polished."


The Tiamatrix almost seemed to slouch its shoulders over Anon's protests, air being released from their ports like a sigh.


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Across the raging waters of Kamino, four gunships raced at full speed towards Tipoca City. Each armed with a full contingent of Clone Troopers. The stealth capabilities of the Potestatem prevented the deployment of the commandos before the would-be invaders landed. Now it was a race against time to protect those that had not yet been evacuated from the Capital City. They just hoped that the current plan in place would work.


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Re: Prequel of the Blonde Clones (TSP Takeover: Kamino)
« Reply #17 on: 08/09/13 23:05:35 »
While Domino did security sweeps (was there anything not to love about that woman?), Raz tried to get a grip on her thoughts. This wasn't a big deal. A lot of relationships started with just a little bit of sharing, right? And there was nothing that said that Domino would reject her just for V-827. That was several thousand people's actions, not just her own. Surely a Sith would understand, or...whatever Domino was.


When they were finally alone in a room together Raz took the Twi'lek's hand and let herself be pulled in closer, leaning against her blue paramour's shoulder. She kept quiet for a few seconds as she sorted out her words, making sure that everything she was about to say made perfect sense and could not be taken any other way. "It occurred to me very suddenly while we were fulfilling the obj-...setting the charges, that I know extremely little about you."


Way to start this off, Breuner. Make it all her fault. Still, she was knee-deep already. Time to go through with it. "I mean, you're one of Nessa's vassals. You liked that Aeval woman. You've got Jedi training, or something like it. And now you've got black ops training, too." She shook her head. "I have no idea who you even are. I mean, gods, what kind of name is 'Domino,' anyway?"


Recover, Breuner. You're looking awfully black for a pot right now. "And then it dawned on me that basically no one around here knows who I am either." She swallowed hard her free hand reaching up to pull her hair out of her face in an attempt to make herself more accessible. "I'm just that bitch who Nessa dragged home one day and started following her around."


The redhead took a deep breath, looking at the ground before moving her eyes back up to meet Dom's. "It's almost impossible to make our...whatever we have into a real relationship if we can't trust each other, and there is no way we can trust each other if we know nothing about each other." She immediately regretted her words. Now, apparently, she didn't trust Domino. But really, did she? How could she? Her lover was using a gods-damned alias. And how could Raz be trusted when she was, too?


The whole thing was one giant clusterfuck, and Raz would be damned if she was going to let this one die.