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Post by Tiana, eh? on Jun 8, 2005 1:31:05 GMT -5
From SW.com
Corellia is a beautiful world of fields, forests and seas. Despite its age and influence in Galactic affairs, it has not become a completely urbanized city planet like Coruscant. Corellians take pride in the open expanses of razor grass fields and unpolluted sandy beaches. Their solution to urban overgrowth was in moving shipbuilding facilities off-planet. The shipyards of such monolithic companies as the Corellian Engineering Corporation are immense, producing such famous vessels as Corellian CR90 corvettes, Republic cruisers and the ubiquitous YT-series freighters.
Corellia's cluster of continents are bracketed by two huge oceans, an eastern and western one. The capital city of Coronet lies on a coastal front along the Golden Beaches, with other cities such as Bela Vistal and Tyrena. Though the planetary population has fluctuated during the decades of the Galactic Civil War, it numbered over 15 billion, with Coronet being the largest single concentration of citizenry. Scattered inland are a number of small towns and farming hamlets.
Though Coronet was a bustling city, it was filled with parks, plazas and open-air trading stalls, indicative of the Corellian love of wide open spaces. One of the most popular locales was Treasure Ship Row, an garishly eclectic bazaar filled with a complex tapestry of alien cultures.
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Post by Absolon on Sept 3, 2005 21:59:17 GMT -5
Kaida gently jumped down out of the safe. Smiling, she drew one of her daggers and drew four letters on the wall. S, then an A, R, then finally an O. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. Saro was her alias as a theif, and now Saro was 100,000 credits richer. The bank's security had been too easy to get through. Shaking her head, she took her satchel of credits and ran back up the corridor, jumping up to grab one of the water pipes. She swung on top of the pipe, walking along until she reached the end where guard at a desk was directly below her. She reached with the force, making a sound behind the guard. "Huh?" The guard got up and walked down the hallway to investigate. Kaida dropped silently and opened the door, slipping through, and leaving the confused guard behind her. She ran out the back door, and ran down an alley, hearing the bank's alarms screeching behind her. A little late, don't ya think? she thought, smirking. She reached her apartment building and used the force to open her window. Then she jumped, using the force to augment her strength. Kaida was greated by her cat, Shettai. "Hi, Tai! Miss me?" her cat responded by rubbing her head against Kaida's leg. Kaida could feel Tai's happiness through their force-bond. She took off her jumpsuit and decided to take a shower. First though, she opened her safe behind her bed. The safe had a genetic lock, so noone except her or a very close realtive could get in. And Kaida had no family, except Tai.
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Post by Absolon on Sept 7, 2005 11:18:00 GMT -5
After her shower, Kaida got dressed in her regular clothes. A knock at the door startled her, and she opened it to find Dana, her land lady. "Kaida! Have you seen on the Holonet?" When Kaida shook her head, she continued. "There's been a bank robery, not to far from here, lets see," Dana turned on Kaida's reciever. "There, it was just a little while ago." Kaida watched as the Holonet reported it to be yet again the work of Saro. "The thief got away with a few thousand credits, that's all," the law enforcement officer was telling the newsnets. The reporters were questioning the police's effectiveness, if they could not catch just a simple bank robber. Dana shook her head. "Can you believe that? Things are getting worse all the time," she said, trailing of as she walked back out into the hallway. Kaida pushed a button by her door to close and lock it. She had told Dana that her parents were business people that spent most of their time offplanet, but wanted her to stay on Corellia so she didn't have to be uprooted all the time. Sometimes she was almost afraid that Dana would figure out that she had run away from an orphanage. Once she knew that, other parts of her story wouldn't start to fit, and she would wonder how Kaida supported herself. She sighed, she knew she would have to move someday, but she was hoping later rather than sooner. She lay on her bed to think.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Sept 13, 2005 23:52:25 GMT -5
Kaden had had too many drinks. So when he turned around to leave the cantina, to the random observer, it was no surpirse that the tall human knocked down a passin Rodian. It was also no surprise when the Rodian started pushing Kaden around. Kaden just smiled and muttered something that sounded like, "Hmph, s... slurry." The Rodian took offense at this, and decided to launch himself at Kaden. Kaden blinked, then shoved the base of his palm into the Rodian's head. His momentum carrying him forward, along with the force of the blow carried the Rodian back over a table of Gamorreans. The Gamorreans, unsuprisingly, took great offense in this and started attacking the Rodians. Eventually little "offenses" like this happened at every table, untill the whole cantina was one big fight. Kaden was rather lucky, he got out before the law enforcement got there and only recieved a broken bottle to the jaw. Walking in a semi-straight line, he got to his ship without further incendent, where he fell asleep in his berth and didn't wake until late the next day.
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Post by Absolon on Sept 14, 2005 0:07:13 GMT -5
Growing tired of sitting on her bed, Kaida decided to take a walk to clear her head. She and Shettai made their way downstairs, via staircase, not window. Once outside, Kaida discovered there was a cool breeze out and she hummed Far, Far Away under her breath. Shettai was zig-zagging the street, investigating little bits of nothing, and always keeping Kaida in her senses. Kaida smiled, sending appreciative feelings through their bond. A big blond haired man stumbled out of a noisy bar, The Reckless Gambler, the sign said. He almost ran into her, and as she watched him go dizzyingly down the street, her force sense told her to follow him. Which she did, all the way to his ship, which was in a large hangar on the edge of the city. She watched him put the ramp down for his ship, then up again. Looking around, she found a worker and asked him about it. " Yeah, that's the Lonley Rover. Owner by the name of Kaden Sobrenn." When she asked when he would be leaving, the dockhand said that Sobrenn had told them he had business elsewhere and would be leaving tomorrow. Kaida knew why the force had showed her this man. With a bad hangover tomorrow, he wouldn't notice if she and Tai stole aboard his ship. If he caught them, the worst that could happen was that he would throw them off on the first planet they came to. She hurried back to her apartment to pack, Tai bounding along to keep up.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Sept 14, 2005 11:14:39 GMT -5
Kaden woke up with a pounding headache. He sat up and winced when his boots made a sound by touching the ground. His jaw had formed scabs, and he put some bacta patches on them before making his way to the bridge, his head protesting at every little sound. He had said he would be off today, had said he had business. But that was a lie, he didn't have any place to be, no appointment to keep. Kaden was just wandering around, taking jobs where he could find them. He was mostly a bounty hunter, and had made enough off of his last job to keep going for a while.
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Post by Absolon on Sept 14, 2005 11:23:23 GMT -5
Kaida payed her last rent and snuck off without telling any of the other residents of her apartment building. It's better this way. She figured. She put most of the credits she had "earned" in an offworld bank and the rest on a card she kept on a chain around her neck. Her apartment was totally cleaned out, there was no sign that anyone had lived there for a while. Kaida and Shettai went back to the hangar and Shettai went on first, to scope things out. When she returned, she mentally showed Kaida picutres of a cargo room full of empty canisters and such like. They both crept back on board and stowed away in the far side of the cargo hold, behind some canisters. "Get comfortable, Tai." She whispered, stroking her on the chin.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Sept 17, 2005 0:58:37 GMT -5
Pondering which coordinates to set in, Kaden fiddled around with his star map until a blue-ish planet caught his eye. Manaan, a peaceful water planet, maybe an ideal place for bounty heads to reside, since the planet had very strict laws about fighting and disturbing the peace. Maybe I should check it out, he mused silently, since his hang over was making every sound torture. It would be a challenge to capture a bounty without being able to use physical force. And little did he know that a large bounty head was sitting in his cargo hold at that very moment. He keyed in the coordinates for Manaan.
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Post by Absolon on Sept 18, 2005 19:39:45 GMT -5
((To space!))
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Sept 19, 2005 15:53:26 GMT -5
((To space!))
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Post by Absolon on Sept 22, 2005 18:34:17 GMT -5
Flare stood in front of the law enforcement building. He walked across the street sitting down on the other side of the road. He started a fire, first on the roof. Then he pressed inward, into the various rooms until the whole building was ablaze. People in uniform rushed in and out, and soon the building collapsed. " "Hey, give us a hand!" One man struggling with an injured officer yelled at him. Flare just smirked and walked away. It was his fourth fire this week. He was making a statement, seeing if anyone would notice the real way the fires had started. Not explosives, or chemicals, but the Force.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Sept 25, 2005 13:15:22 GMT -5
He was running down a long, dark passageway, the only sound the consistent beat of his own heart, his breath echoeing in his ears as he ran. He passed door after door, never stopping, an invisible something pushing him ever onward. Every now and again he heard a voice calling his name, or singing something hauntingly familiar. The voice was a familiar something in the alien environment, and he grabbed onto it like a drowning man clings to a piece of his shattered ship. The voice pulled him onward as efficiently as whatever something behind pushed him. Some part of his mind had decided early on that he would be trampled farely efficiently if the voice died. Then it did something far worse.
It began to scream.
The sound filled his head with a blinding agony, like fingernails agaist a chalkboard, but on a far larger scale. Doors on either side of him flew open, as if forced from behind by some strong wind. The screams escalated into one continuous thread of agony, and died.
The passageway was silent. He couldn't even hear his heartbeat any longer; it grated on his nerves as much or more as the heart-rending screams. Every door for as far as he could see was swinging, flung open, empty and sorrowful. A strange sound emanated from one on his left, about ten or so doors from where he stood. He felt the air grow cooler as he approached, and a sense of waiting crept up his spine, along with the cold, cold fingers of Fear herself. He reached the door at last, and it swung out wider as if to welcome him; a door into the abyss. A woman stood in the center of the room, the source of the sound, perhaps, or simply standing in the place where it originated. Her once dark eyes were filmed over, as they had been in death. She reached out a pale, long-fingered hand to him, gesturing him forward. Her lips moved in a broken whisper, "Edan..." And the dream faded.
He sat up suddenly, visions of the woman in his dreams fading slowly, tears trailing down his cheeks. He looked down at his hands; even in the dark, he could see them shaking.
It shocked him to realize that he was laughing. maybe it shouldn't have -- he was Sith. and the man who had once been Edan Mattison supposed he had finally, irrevocably gone mad.
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Sometimes Antaios wished that that other man would simply resurface and take his life back. He remembered a time when he was that man, could sometimes feel him peering out through his eyes, clawing at his insides. All things considered, it was an odd feeling, sharing the body of someone else. sometimes he even felt himself thinking thoughts that should have belonged to Edan Mattison, when he couldn't feel the other man there. Mad, indeed.
He shook the powdery contents of some sort of pain killer into a glass of water, dark eyes staring off into space as he thought. It wasn't as though he couldn't handle the pain. for him, pain wasn't the issue. He downed the bitter water in one swallow, feeling his muscles begin to relax immediately as the drug entered his system. Not for pain. To control that other man, tearing at his insides. To forget the bits of memory that haunted him, night after night.
There was one thing only of that other life that he hung onto, that allowed Edan to live on inside Darth Antaios. He knew that he was a father. Somewhere, out in the deep expanse of space, he had a Child. She would be, what? Eight, nine now? he shook his head to keep the drug at bay for a few more moments of conscious thought. He didn't know where she was, but knew she was alive. Antaios didn't know why she wasn't with him -- but Edan Mattison knew. So he simply had to suppress that other man, until he finally passed his usefullness.
Then he heard the whisper in the back of hs mind. I'll have passed my usefulness when you die. I am you. Then it faded. Antaios closed is eyes and whished for the drug to take over sooner.
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Post by Absolon on Sept 26, 2005 9:08:17 GMT -5
As soon as the ship landed, Kaida snuck off. She was already feeling too uncomfortable, so she took her stuff and Shettai and headed to a near hotel. Muddling the clerks mind enough, she convinced him to let her have a room. Kaida didn't unpack, she didn't plan to be staying long, and she fell asleep. The dark-haired man haunted her dreams, and in the background she heard another man screaming.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Sept 26, 2005 9:23:40 GMT -5
Kaden swore when he realized the girl had left. She was what, 8 or 9? He had heard news from the hands working in the hangar that there had been a recent spike in crime, and several buildings had gone up in flames due to arson. He chewed on his lip, he felt a little responsible for Kaida, since she was here because his ship had engine trouble. Kaden swore again, slamming his fist on the Rover's hull. He grabbed his sword, and stalked out of his ship.
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Post by Absolon on Sept 26, 2005 13:15:51 GMT -5
Flare walked into a bar, ((And said "Ouch!" Couldn't resist. )) completely at ease with himself. A Bith band was playing, not really his kind of music, but he could deal with it. Lounging in a chair, his thoughts strayed to his next fire. Flare didn't really ever plan these things, he just went out walking, saw something that didn't suit him, and burned it. It was all very simple, really. He entertained fantasies of going from world to world, destroying all that he couldn't put to use. He wasn't powerful enough though. Yet, her reminded himself. He would find a powerful Sith to train him, and once he did... Flare stared out into space and gave a eerie smile. It'll all burn.
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Post by daughterofdarkness on Sept 26, 2005 17:17:17 GMT -5
Rana-She lurked in the dark shadows of the bar, where she was most comfortable. Her eyes lighted on a young man sitting alone over a drink. She sidled up to him and gave him a warm, engaging smile. "Greetings and welcome to Corellia. I am Nobody, daughter of Nothing and his wife Nowhere." She perched on one of the decrepit barstools and grinned at him. "And who might you be stranger?"
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Post by Absolon on Sept 28, 2005 10:36:48 GMT -5
Flare smiled back, it was interesting that someone was actually talking to him. His eyes, like like living coals, scared most away. "Flare. Why are you talking to me?" She was pretty, this Nobody.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Sept 30, 2005 9:05:15 GMT -5
Kaden wasn't having any luck. He had walked up and down and across and sideways, and he hadn't found anything. Also, no one he talked to had seen her, and it was getting late in the day. I need a drink, Kaden thought, striding into a bar and thumping down into a chair, he waved to get a servers attention.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 1, 2005 21:04:17 GMT -5
((Post by Chevrast... gonna have to start using colors, or something... else I'll by horribly confused...))
He dreampt that he was plummeting toward the planet's surface in a raging fireball, his flesh melting and his screams sucked out into the nothingness of space. Or was he the fireball. It was all a little confusing. And then he woke up.
"What the..?"
The dream wasn't as far off as he could have hoped, and Chev had to fight down panic as his fighter plummeted toward some planet's surface. He knew he was coming in far too fast -- if the passing through the planet's atmosphere didn't fry his ship to charcoal, the crash would do much worse.
He pulled up on the controls in a desperate attempt to slow the spiral as he watched tiny flames dance across the heavy glass of the ship's frontal window. He cursed, and reached out for the Force, not wasting time trying to slow his ship, but building a sort of shield around himself, hoping to maybe cushion his frame enough that most of his bones would stay intact. The fighter broke through the planet's atmosphere -- Corellia, some part of his frantic maind noticed -- and some important part of his ship errupted in bright flame, setting any lights that weren't already flashing on the console ablaze. For a split second, he wondered what had happened to the ship to send it to its doom; and of his daughter, back on Maanan. Let her be safe.. A shockingly loud sort of rebel yell exploded from his lungs as he braced himself against the inside of the ship.
From outside, it looked as though a star had fallen from the heavens, bright flame illuminating the night sky. The impact shook the ground, and drove the so-called star into the earth. An eerie stillness followed, marred only by the flickering of Chevrast Ki'h Morannin's burning ship.
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The first sensation the Jedi felt upon waking was heat. His skin felt afire, and there was pain everywhere, radiating throughout his body. Chev knew something signifcant had happend that had to do with the odd sensations of pain that racked his body, but his head flet like it was full of cotton. He tested his legs, found that he could move the right a little, even if there was constriction somehow. But when he tested the left, it felt like someone was forcing fire through the marrow of his bones. He opened his eyes and swore. It was till dark, but a fire somewhere provided enough light for him to survey his condition. When the fighter had hit the ground, the impact had driven the nose deep into the earth. The console had been crsued; little bits of glass were all over -- he could feel bits of it in his skin, as well. A splinter of metal had broken from the side of the fighter, and was protruding from his left thigh. He swore again, and started to cough from the smoke he inhaled with the word, jarring the injured leg painfully. He figured a few of his ribs had been broken, but couldn't tell which ones. He couldn't foresee any way to dislodge himself, since his right leg was wedged beneath the remains of the console, and he was in no condition to pull it out, even if he did manage to unattatch himself from wreckage.
There wasn't a whole lot of blood around him, though his pant leg was soaked with it, so he was reasonably sure that he hadn't hit the arterie, or any veins majorly connected with it. He squeezed his eyes shut and considered his options, few though they were. Not much, came the bleak thought. Sit here and wait for someone to find me, I suppose. A sudden crackling reminded him of the fire burning somewhere behind the cockpit. No matter. If I don't burn to death, I'll have bled out by morning, if I'm lucky. Better than rotting here for a week...
All in all, Chev figured dying wasn't that bad. Everything sort of started to go cold, then mercifully numb. Despite the fire, everything had gone cold, like he was deep in the middle of a snowdrift instead of a burning cockpit. "Forget that," he muttered to himself. "Dying sucks."
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Post by Absolon on Oct 4, 2005 17:13:59 GMT -5
What am I supposed to do? Kaida cried out silently to Tai, who, sensing her distress, started purring and rubbing her head against her arm. I need something new to do. I don't want to be a thief forever, and I don't want to have to stay in one place. "Where can I go, what can I do," She asked no one in particular in a sing song voice. "It's not easy whe you don't have a ship." A idea sprang into her head. "I could hire someone to take me off-planet!" She grabbed her bag and ran outside, but stopped, distracted by a flaming object hurtling through the darkening sky. Her eyes went wide. Could that be a ship crashing? Well, it's certainly new.... she thought as she hailed a taxi speeder.
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