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Sarapin Body Count

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2010-07-21 08:11

Refferrer's Name: Doctor Randomon of NIF Third Fleet, ESD Intimidator.
Patient's Name: Surface Marshal Eri Ambicon
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Affiliation: New Imperial Federation
Health Status/Injury: Internal bleeding in chest. Broken ribs. Some ash also found in lungs in dangerous quantities. Emotionally distressed. Stable, undergoing non-bacta based surgery. Prognosis: Good. Will be able to return to light duty in three days and back onto full active duty in two weeks.
Reason of Hospitalization: Caught up in a crash landing with a New Republic LAAT after being captured. Removed helmet for unknown reasons on Sarapin, it wasn't with her when she returned to the fleet.

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Eri tossed and turned in her sleep, waking with a sudden start as if caught at the worst possible part in whatever nightmare she was having. Sweat ran down her forehead as she sat upright in the bed of the medical center aboard the Intimidator, her eyes glancing around the polished and empty white room frantically like whatever she was running from was around, lurking in some corner.

It took but a moment for her mind to register where she was and, realizing she was in no immediate danger, if any, Eri leaned back against her pillow, bringing her hands to her face and moaning. "How did I end up here again?" she asked aloud to no one in particular, trying to remember the count. She remembered Sarapin, the fighting, the chaos around her, Thrakis asking her to locate a Force-user, finding said Force-user, the LZ being overrun. She then remembered running away, getting captured, somehow surviving a crashed LAAT, nuclear explosions, Jedi...

Her mind started to hurt as the events blurred past in her head. Then she remembered Mai, telling her to get away. Then Thrakis, seemingly dead but somehow coming back to life. Finally, getting back to the fleet, seeing small flashes of light and then... She looked around the room again without lifting her head. And then I ended up in here...

Several monitoring wires were attached to her arm and she could feel a slight soreness in her chest. Lifting the blanket up to take a peek, she noticed she had a wide bandage wrapped around her entire midsection. A few bruises here and there but otherwise, she seemed to have avoided the worst of it, for once. Staring back up at the ceiling, she wondered how much time had passed, what had become of Sarapin and, more importantly, would she get that explanation Thrakis promised her? I'm amazed I remember that.

Something caught her attention just to her left. Looking over, she saw a big bouquet of many coloured flowers. It brought a smile to her face as she wondered who could have left them. There was no card, unless it was hidden in the bunches of flowers, but, Eri wasn't willing to try and roll over to check right now, she still felt a little tired, and saddened at the events that had transpired. I'm not looking forward to going back to work, especially after that mission. I wonder how many actually died out there? I wonder if Mai and Thrakis are okay... Eri let out a short, sharp breath in the best laugh she could muster, unable to believe she was concerning herself with Thrakis' well-being. Maybe she regretted those final words she spoke as he ran off, or maybe she just didn't want to see anyone else in the Federation die needlessly on a planet that they really had no rights trying to raid. I really wish there was a viewport in here... Be nice to see the stars, or something other than white walls and green trim.
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Crystala Endivain » 2010-07-25 06:08

The need for secrecy forced Crystala to visit the medical center as she walked down the busy corridors, passing by the doctors, staff and recovering soldiers and officers without hardly a sideways glance. Sarapin was over but it was but the prelude to something that was growing, a cancer within the Federation and if left unchecked and unopposed, it stood to consume everything everyone had worked so hard for and continued working towards.

It was easy to see which room belonged to the Surface Marshal, two armor-clad Stormtroopers stood at either side of the door, weapons ready, motionless to all who passed by, no doubt potential Royal Guards in training. They both glanced over, seeing the blue-haired Director-General approach. One of them stepped forward and requested her to state her business, a precaution that was only putting the well-being of the person within the room in their best interest.

"I have a few questions for the Surface Marshal regarding the events on Sarapin," Crystala stopped and fixed her eyes at the soldier asking her the question, remaining expressionless. As a show that she wasn't an entirely heartless person, her expression softened as she asked, "Is she well?"

The stormtrooper glanced at his fellow before looking back at her and nodding slightly. Turning to the door, he entered an access code. A green light flashed and the door slid open, allowing Crystala and her escort to walk inside the room. Sitting upright in a bed against the left wall, Eri had several datapads sprawled out on top of the sheets, one in her hand as she reviewed the contents, no doubt a debriefing of the mission. Eri looked over at the newcomers, her green eyes widening slightly at Crystala's presence before they fell upon the Stormtrooper.

"The Director-General has a few questions for you." The Stormtrooper saluted Eri and stepped aside to let Crystala walk further into the room.

Eri sighed, setting the datapad down with the others before looking back at Crystala. "I figured she would..." A weak smile appeared on her weary face as she added, "I was wondering when you would make this call. Your debrief failed to mention the source of the nuclear explosions that tore through two of my landing zones..."

The Stormtrooper stiffened at the mention of the nukes but he didn't say anything.

Crystala was caught off guard by Eri's remark but didn't outwardly show it. Yes, she had withheld a great deal of information from the debriefing, but, officially, it was only because she lacked evidence and speculation was neither warranted or acceptable. "Yes, that's actually what I came here to discuss with you, that and a few other questions I was hoping you might help me answer." Her turquoise eyes glanced briefly at the Stormtrooper. "Would it be possible to speak with you alone?"

"I suppose," Eri nodded at her guard, dismissing him back into the hallway. When the door sealed itself again, she leaned back against the propped up pillows and watched Crystala step closer to the foot of the bed. "I've reviewed the losses and, I hope our next mission won't be half as costly."

Crystala ignored the comment. She wasn't here to make small talk. "Thrakis Gregory approached you on Sarapin. What was he after?" Already she could sense Eri's mood sour, her expression twisting into a scowl and it was undeniably clear that she could tell where this conversation was headed. While Eri had no real abilities to manipulate the Force, her mind was fairly strong and prying anything beyond surface thoughts from it would simply be more time consuming than to make Eri slip up though she'd probably never realize it either way. Looking away, Crystala took in a deep breath. "I know you hold no love to the Dark Jedi, myself included, but please, the Federation might be in danger."

"From what?" Her tone demanded answers, answers Crystala had no desire to divulge to the Surface Marshal.

"From a small group of people who seem to be intent on assassinating the Emperor." That statement suddenly got Eri's mind working, her thoughts fluttering about, her encounter with Mai and later with Thrakis, the Blood Legion, the nukes, but it was too frantic, too jumbled to make sense of what she was trying to get at, trying to figure out. Crystala needed to get everything she could on record anyways, the recording device hidden in her pocket picking up everything being said. "What was Thrakis after when he approached you?"
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2010-07-30 04:50

Eri hadn't expected the Director-General to show up as she did, and was even more surprised to hear what she said. Assassinate the Emperor? That seemed unlikely unless someone was foolish enough to actually believe they could succeed. But, what did that have to do with Thrakis?

Knowing there was no way out of this, Eri reluctantly told Crystala how Thrakis approached her with a request to send a scout party to try and find some Force-user and their resulting success. "They found him at Jacknaw's Traverse, a Twi'lek I believe. I think they would have submitted the holos in the debrief."

Crystala nodded slightly. "They did. That still doesn't explain why he approached you to do it when he could have just as easily requisitioned a group for it... either under threat or other means..."

"True," Eri sighed, recalling the events at Tsoss Beacon. "Perhaps he's changed. After the scouts found their mark, I informed Thrakis and he told me he was leaving, and he also apologized to me for Tsoss Beacon." Taking in a deep breath, she leveled her gaze at Crystala, waiting for the next question. It seemed she had more awareness of the whole thing than she was letting on, and no doubt she was busy prying her mind open, something that Fea had taught her to try and seal shut but, Eri would be stupid to think she could keep any Force-user with a modicum of skill out. Still, she wasn't going to make it easy as she tried to keep her mind focused on the present with as little recall to past events as possible.

"So then what happened on the Traverse? Why were you there?" Crystala's tone was neutral, not giving away anything.

"I was picked up by a New Republic LAAT during my run from the old LZ. I managed to forcefully land it, though... I guess not without causing injury to myself which ended me up here." She spread out her arms to take in the accommodations she was in. "As luck would have it, I encountered the same scout group that found the Force-user and, when the nukes hit, I gave the order to retreat."

"But you didn't retreat right away?"

Eri shook her head, lowering her hands back to her lap. "No, I... I wanted to find the person responsible for nuking the army. I knew it had to be a Force-user, there was no evidence of a nuclear launch as far as anyone could tell and..." Eri's expression darkened considerably, her cheerful disposition disappearing like a shooting star. "I know that Force-users can wield a great deal of power, enough to wipe out entire planets."

"You're speculating, but I'll pretend to possess such power," Crystala mused, a fleeting smile appearing on her face.

"Well, speculation or not, I knew there was a Jedi and he would possess answers, more so than anyone else would..." Eri's hands clenched themselves into fists, the thought of Mai coming to her mind for a moment. "But what was the Blood Legion doing? Why were they after Mai?"

There was a long moment of silence before Crystala answered. "That's news to me but I don't know, why do you ask?" her voice was soft, concern evident within it.

"Because, I ran into her... She was telling me to get off Sarapin shortly before the Blood Legion escorted her away. Where is she? Is she alright?" Eri searched Crystala for any hints, but the neutral expression still presented nothing. Either the Director-General genuinely didn't know, which, admittedly, wouldn't be too surprising, or she was very good at hiding her emotions and keeping a poker face. "Please, tell me!" Eri begged, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"I honestly don't know. I wasn't even aware she was on Sarapin until you mentioned it. All I know is that someone was threatening the Emperor and I'm hoping to find out who."

It was a well rehearsed line, and Eri bought it, hook, line and sinker. "Could... could it be Thrakis who was after him? Did they... did they succeed?" She was careful not to sound too eager for it to be true, though, she wouldn't have wept for the loss of another Dark Jedi.

"Thankfully no, but that still doesn't explain what Thrakis was up to... Did he tell you anything else? Did he say he was fighting the Jedi to try and preemptively protect the Emperor?" The Director lowered herself to her knees.

Shaking her head, Eri struggled to recall what happened after encountering Mai. "No... I... I was ambushed by a sniper, a Bothan... He had me pinned down but a Lieutenant was with me, having taken it upon himself to find me and help me get off world. We took him out, but not before finding Thrakis who seemed to be dead."

"'Seemed to be'?" An eyebrow was raised.

"He didn't have a pulse when I checked him, but he got up moments later, the weapon that seemed to have killed him not affecting him at all save for leaving behind a nasty wound in his chest and back..." It was at that very moment on Sarapin that Eri realized Dark Jedi were just as mortal as she was, that it was actually possible to kill them which gave her a glimmer of hope. "So I patched him up and before he could offer so much as a thank-you, he told me the same thing Mai did and bounded off in the..." that's when it finally hit her. "Emperor's... direction..."
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Crystala Endivain » 2010-07-31 04:37

The realization on Eri's face spoke volumes as the pieces started to fall into place. There was little satisfaction seeing the emotions wash all over the Surface Marshal as confusion reigned within her, followed closely by disbelief. She wasn't able to formulate any words, the gravity of the whole situation weighed heavily down upon her, probably for two reasons, one being the fact Eri thought she could have done more to prevent the whole thing and the other being the feeling of betrayal.

Skimming through Eri's mind, Crystala was able to start piecing things together. It wasn't anything she really didn't know already but at least she could be rest assured that Eri wasn't part of the conspiracy, yet. It seemed she was at the wrong place at the wrong time, unable to do anything while two people were desperately putting their lives on the line for a futile attempt against the Emperor. Perhaps, then, Eri was lucky in that she had no idea what their true purpose on Sarapin was, otherwise she might have met the same fate as many of her fellow soldiers.

Still, Crystala needed to ensure that the Eri's loyalties remained with the current Emperor and the NIF. While she wasn't a Force-user by any means, she possessed enough skill to cause tremendous damage should she take Mai's place and try to go rogue and side with the NR. Slowly, she got to her feet and looked Eri in the eyes, her own eyes turning a soft blue colour. "I'm sure you read the debriefing about your two landing zones," she began, gesturing with a wave of her hand at the scattered datapads on the bed, "But I can tell you the real cause behind their deaths."

Eri looked up, her eyes lighting up above the tears. Though she didn't say it, she was demanding to know, unable to take the suspense that was building.

"The blasts were caused by very minute amounts of anti-matter," Crystala began, pausing to let it sink in. "The anti-matter was created by a powerful Force-user, more specifically, a Dark Jedi."

"The Twi'lek?" the question barely came out from Eri's lips.

"No..." There was a shake of her head as Crystala pressed her lips together. "That individual you speak of is a Jedi, someone part of Luke Skywalker's order. No, the person who created the anti-matter was Mai."

The silence that followed was unlike anything space could replicate. The thoughts and emotions within Eri could have deafened the entire ship as she struggled to comprehend what she had just heard. Part of her didn't want to believe it, but the rest of her was already putting together the pieces; the Blood Legion, Mai's desperate plea for Eri to escape before being escorted away and Thrakis running off in the same direction after being written off as dead. When Eri finally did speak, it wasn't with any outburst of anger or with a torrent of tears, she merely sat in the bed, her eyes staring straight ahead at the far wall as she asked, "And you have proof of that?"

All Crystala could offer was a shrug in reply. Unfortunately, she couldn't actually prove that claim, no one could since the person who caused the devastation was dead and, as far as she knew, no one else possessed the power to create anti-matter, save the Emperor perhaps but he was above demonstrating his abilities just to prove a point. The closest she would come was a working theory some of the brighter minds in the ISIS were working on. They had the anti-matter part right, but they were supposing a freak anomaly, somehow caused by the sudden appearance of the dense mass that threatened to overwhelm the ships in Third Fleet, was behind the release of the powerful anti-matter.

"I see..." Eri took in a deep breath, calming her emotions considerably. Finally, she looked over at Crystala, somehow managing a genuine smile as she asked, "Is there anything else you wanted to ask Director?"

It wasn't easy hiding her surprise, but Crystala managed as she shook her head. "No, thank-you. Sorry to bother you and I hope you get well quickly."

"Yeah..." Eri's smile faded. "Me too..."

Turning for the door, Crystala exited the room, walking past the two stormtroopers who stood alert and didn't so much as pay her a second thought. As she gained some distance and rounded a corner, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a comlink already set for an encrypted frequency back to the Observer.

"It's me," Crystala spoke into the device, her voice just above a whisper, "I just finished having a word with the Surface Marshal. She wasn't a part of it as I suspected, however, she did meet with them and I suspect she might do so again in the near future. Send a watchdog to monitor her at all times and tap her comms and messages. I want to be sure we can tie off this link completely if my suspicions are wrong." Or change, came the silent addition to her statement as she glanced back in the direction of the Surface Marshal's room.
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2010-08-03 03:42

A lot was swirling through her head now but Eri couldn't allow herself to be consumed by any of it, unable to tell if what she had just heard carried any truth to it or not. She didn't want to believe what Crystala had just told her, that Mai was responsible for the devastation behind the two landing zones full of soldiers of the Federation, but, somehow, as far-fetched as it seemed, she felt that it might just be true.

So, if Mai killed everyone, what the hell is the story behind the Force-user the scouts found? Why was Thrakis stabbed, and by whom? Eri looked at the datapads once more and realized she wasn't going to be finding any more answers from them. Thinking about what the Director said, Eri wasn't quick to pass further judgment but she remained unsettled since it lead her to draw on final conclusion, regardless of the still unknown details. Thrakis and Mai were trying to kill the Emperor...

Judging by the lack of that information in the debrief, the ISIS and IMEXCO were doing everything in their power to ensure the rest of the military were left in the dark which meant she would be under watch for knowing what she did, especially after unwittingly associating with the two conspirators on Sarapin. It didn't help that she didn't know why the two of them were trying to kill the Emperor, especially Mai. What did she have against him? Laying back down against the pillow, Eri turned her head to stare at the wall beside her, trying to see past it into space. "Oh Mai," she sighed sadly, "I wish you could have told me what exactly was going on..."

That left her with only one person who might be able to reveal everything, assuming he would be able to now if he was a traitor as Crystala suggested. He did promise to tell her everything he knew, she remembered that much, but, even if he could get past the security and agents prowling the fleets, Eri wasn't about to put a whole lot of faith in his promise. Yes, he apologized for his actions in the past and yes, he didn't do anything to make her want to destroy the Dark Jedi any more than she already did on Sarapin, aside from run off after she helped patch him up, but she was still hesitant to even begin to try and think she could trust anything he said. After all, if the Dark Jedi were suddenly fighting the Emperor, who's to say they're not also trying to destroy the Federation?

But, if they were trying to take down the NIF, I should be dead right now...

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Eri must have fallen asleep, trying to wrap her head around everything for she awoke in the same position some time later with a medical droid standing nearby checking her vitals and her injury. It spun it's head to regard her with its photoreceptors.

"Good evening Surface Marshal Ambicon," it began with its usual monotone voice, "How are you feeling this evening?"

She didn't immediately respond as she mulled over possible answers. Tired came to mind, but, for some reason, she felt wide awake as if she had just had the best sleep of her life. "Fine." It was a plain, but honest answer, since she was referring to how she felt physically as opposed to mentally which was another story altogether.

"The injury you sustained is healing adequately. You will be able to leave tomorrow at 0600 hours pending one final check. Any questions?"

Nothing you can answer for me... Eri shook her head and the droid dismissed himself, the two stormtroopers outside still standing alert as the droid left the room. A small tray of awful food rested on the nearby nightstand and she sighed, knowing she had to eat something as her stomach felt horrible from the lack of real food for several days. Reaching over, she grabbed the tray and rested it on her lap. The datapads from before were stacked neatly on the opposite nightstand, next to the bouquet of flowers.
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Jericho Winters » 2010-08-18 04:45

Refferrer's Name: Doctor Randamon of NIF Third Fleet, ESD Intimidator to Dr ***Classified****

Patient's Name: Jericho Winters
Species: Human, Kuati
Some cybernetics applied
Gender: Male
Affiliation: New Imperial Federation
Health Status/Injury: Internal bleeding in cranial optical cavity. Broken ribs. Concussion. Emotionally unresponsive. Stable, undergoing specialist surgery, under Dr. *****Classified**** before bacta immersion. Prognosis: Good. Will be able to return to light duty in ten days and back onto full active duty in two weeks. Has applied for leave.

Reason of Hospitalization: Caught up in a crash impact while escaping Sarapin. Details are still unclear.
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*hiss*

The intake of the breathing apparatus rang heavy in the small dimlit room, a doctor- this one still in the overalls of a prisoner was standing above a table. A gurney more likely, one where an injured man in a black suit of armor was currently being held.

*hiss*

"Vibroscalpel. Get ready to apply drainage, and repulsor fields to limit any damage from bone oscillation."

*hiss*

An orderly handed the prisoner the required tool as the first careful incisive cut into the helm was made as the pieces slowly were cut aside to reveal the man's face- a bloody wreck on one side- but with the brain pan still ensconced in a protective layer of skull bone, and ceramic grafts...

*hiss*

Slowly the scene fades out as the doctor sets about his work , stitching together, draining viscous amount of bloody fluid from the Optical and resetting the eyeball back into place... carefully with minutiae damage to the optic nerve, before removing some bone slivers and composites from the facial tissue before setting to work repairing some damaged ribs and some spots of internal bleeding...

*hisssssssssssssssssssssssss......................*
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Jericho Winters woke up in a mixture of greenish yellow sludge and a beeping noise ringing in his ears before feeling the biting cold of metal manipulator arms lifting him up a the bacta was drained from the tank and into a repository basin before being flushed down into a filtering process... an attempt to save more of the precious viscous fluid before using it to help another person.

But damn ... did Jericho's head hurt.

In a daze he saw an orderly come forward to towel off all the bacta from him before they placed his weakened form in a repulsor chair and a hospital gown. Now looking the worse for wear they completed a final scan before telling him they were assigning him a room. For the interim span of time he could venture where he pleased... so long as he didn't leave the medical wards without permission to be released.

In concern he slurred his speech just enough to ask a question about his injuries: it was a relief to him when they said he was expected to make a full recovery. So Winters slowly trundled out in the repulsor chair with half his head bandaged up and seeing only out of one eye, going down the hallways to the rooms on all sides, just looking around in a daze.

That was when he saw two stormtroopers guarding a room.

A room with a medical placard which read Patient: Eri Ambicon.

Ah the surface marshal survived- good.

With a bit of effort at clearing his throat: Winters politely asked the guards if the Marshall was up for recieving any visitors. The two just looked at him like he had two heads as his voice echoed to the inhabitant inside.

It was obvious they were probably wondering just who he was...
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2010-08-18 05:22

One of the guards walked into the room, the other ensuring Jericho remained outside while they got an answer. The stormtrooper who walked into Eri's room rolled his eyes beneath his helmet, thinking, First the Director-General, now this freak? By the Force, you'd think she was the Emperor or something... Saluting her after the door closed behind him, he asked if she was up to having another visitor.

Eri had already heard the approach of the visitor outside but couldn't fully make out the voice. "I don't see why not," Eri shrugged, having finally got the sour taste out of her mouth from talking to Crystala. She had felt like she was the subject of an interrogation minus the droid and dark room with a single lamp shining on her. "Send him in..."

The guard saluted and left the room, returning moments later with Jericho right in front of him, blaster at the ready, being careful since he had no idea if this wasn't some sort of attempt against the Surface Marshal.

"Sith, you look like you've been through hell," Eri offered Jericho a weary look, sadness tugging at her features as a weak laugh escaped. The guard remained motionless behind Jericho, blaster still at the ready. She frowned as her attention was turned to him. "You can leave me, I doubt he'll attack me."

"But Genera-"

Eri offered a wry smile. "Look at it this way, if you hear blaster fire or sounds of a struggle, you can be rest assured that my attacker won't be getting far." She gestured to the windowless room and then to the only door. The guard didn't appreciate her humor and she sighed. "I'm hardly helpless." She lifted her hand beneath her sheets which held a datapad but, to the other two men, it appeared as if she were holding a blaster. The guard inclined his head before glancing one last time at the bandaged man and walking out of medical. When the door closed behind him, Eri laughed softly. "I can see why Tav doesn't like personal security details..." And why Crystala doesn't have any either as she'd probably cut them down rather than tell them to leave, she added to herself mentally.

Lifting her hand out of the sheets to reveal the datapad, she rested it down on her lap and fixed her visitor with a soft look. "I take it your little mission was a success?" She had read the debriefing, including an overview of the injuries sustained by everyone who participated in the little secondary mission and, judging by the bandages, she already figured the identity of the person before her. There were a lot of medical reports to sift through, even more of dead soldiers and officers but particular things caught her attention, such as people who stood out. She looked down at her feet and took in a deep breath. "But I suppose that's why you're here to talk with me?" Eri looked back up at Jericho. "Or did you feel I needed the company?"
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Jericho Winters » 2010-08-18 05:43

"Actually ma'am. It was far more I felt like you could use the company." Jericho replied with a wry one sided grin as half his head was completely wrapped in white. He had his own peculiar and twisted sense of humor which only came to the fore at odd times to creep past his normal surly demeanor.

"Grooooooooowwwwwwrrrrrrrrrr!" came a staunch yell of joy from the corridor behind the door.

'Uh Oh. He recognized that as Sass's voice from anywhere."

"Hey you can't go in here, Wookie- someone's resting." he could just imagine the look on Sass' face as she stood outside just looking strangely at the guards. From the briefest of glimpses it seemed the Wookie was handling several vases of flowers, trying to hoist one off to the guard and pointing enthusiastically inside, before he heard the sound of a matted mitt clapping the ST on the shoulder politely... well politely for a wookie that is before Winters heard her moving down the hallway.

"Blasted Wookie!" he heard the guard screech but not pursue...

Jericho laughed aloud, and looked towards the surface marshall- "Well it seems a friend of mine wanted to visit as well- but your guards didn't think too much of that bit of excitement. So how are you feeling Marshall?"
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2010-08-18 06:06

"Only on Third," Eri laughed, knowing that this fleet was the byword for everything the Old Empire wasn't and would have destroyed given the opportunity. How Tav managed to get away with his antics, she honestly didn't care, it at least brought a smile to her face, something she desperately needed since getting back from Sarapin. "They're only doing their job and I can't fault them for that. As for me, I'm feeling okay though I seem to be waking up in the medical center more often than I'd like. In fact, I think I've woken up in every single medical center each fleet has to offer by now..."

Eri tilted her head and giggled once. "Okay, slight exaggeration but it sure feels that way."

The door opened suddenly and one of the medical center caretakers walked in with a tray of food. "Oh," she glanced at Jericho, nearly bumping into him with the tray, "I'm sorry ma'am, I wasn't aware you had company."

"That's fine, just set it down and I'll get to it later."

"Okay," the caretaker nodded, rushing over to the other side of the bed to set the tray down. "My, what lovely flowers," she gasped after putting the tray down, turning to admire them as her hands lifted up to start rearranging them, separating them out to make the bouquet look a little fuller. "It sure is nice that the Admiral provides all his patients with flowers to wish them a speedy recovery. There we go." Realizing both the Surface Marshal and the visitor were looking at her, the caretaker quickly excused herself, "I'm sorry. I'll leave!"

"That's okay," Eri waved it off as the woman quickly made for the door. When she was gone, Eri looked back at Jericho. "Well, that answers that question." He blinked once and she laughed aloud. "I was wondering who was so kind enough as to send me flowers. I guess that explains where Third's budget goes, flowers and booze. Ah well, sorry about all that." Hazarding a look over at the tray of food, she grimaced. "I never did care for this stuff, tastes too much like nutrient paste and I'd sooner starve than eat that. Anyhow," she turned her head back to Jericho, "it can wait, it's not like it goes cold or anything." Outside, in the distance, she could hear more growling of a Wookie and Jericho winced ever so slightly as a few distant shouts could be heard. Eri had encountered wookies only a few times before, they were hardly graceful but they had more than enough strength to make up for that short coming. "I take it your Wookie friend is causing something of a ruckus around here.

"Anyhow, how did the mission go? I read the debriefing but, I hardly take those things at face value anymore since the ISIS has a nasty habit of changing things. Looking back, I don't think I would have preferred you to be helping with the main invasion if it meant an increased risk that you and everyone else might have been caught up in-" she cut herself short, not wanting to think about the devastation of the two LZs brought about, allegedly by Mai. "Yeah," she finished, breaking eye contact, suddenly wishing she didn't ask.
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Crystala Endivain » 2010-08-18 06:51

The caretaker swiftly took the hover cart once full of food and pushed it out of sight of the guards standing outside the Surface Marshal's room. The order from the Director-General had quickly filtered down to Section R of the Intimidator's IntOrg division who had swiftly dispatched her in order to insert a bug into the bouquet of flowers sitting next to the Surface Marshal. "This is Mobile 1, the package is delivered."

"Mobile 1, Control. We copy. We're reading it loud and clear, RTB."

"Confirmed." Pushing the now empty cart back to the kitchen facilities, the agent disappeared into the corridors of the ESD and back to one of the thousands of rooms that spanned from bow to stern.

Inside the IntOrg observation room, several agents huddled around a terminal that was picking up the bug planted in the Surface Marshal's room. One of them, a balding man of middle-age asked, "How long is she due to be stuck in there?"

"A while yet," another agent, an eldar man with thinning gray hair replied as he listened to the conversation inside. "Mobile 2 is getting the Surface Marshal's outfit ready for when she's finally allowed to leave the hospital and as we speak, a team aboard the Nemesis is busy bugging her quarters and office."

"You really think we should be concerned with her?" the woman who had posed as the caretaker asked, frowning that they were now going to be prying into the Army Commander's personal life and intruding wherever possible just because the Observer ordered them to.

The elderly man shrugged. "If the Observer thinks it's necessary, then it's obviously a serious problem that we need to root out. Besides, look at the late Captain -deCoverly, we should have seen that one coming for months, yet the idiots in Section K wrote it off. Anyways, she won't be hanging around on this ship for too much longer and we won't be made privy to whatever she does in privacy aboard the Nemesis..."

"Though I wish we were," the agent sitting at the terminal, a young man with reddish hair chuckled. "Any chance we could do an information swap?"

The others ignored his comment as they all listened in on the chatter between Eri and the army soldier identified as Jericho.
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Tycho » 2010-08-18 07:01

Refferrer's Name: Doctor Randamon of NIF Third Fleet
Patient's Name: Tycho Shorn
Species: Human-Coruscanti
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Imperial Army Officer
Health Status/Injury: Improperly relocated shoulder, exhaustion, shrapnel wounds, trauma, and a light concussion.
Reason of Hospitalization: Injured in the battle on Sarapin. Dislocated and later relocated his shoulder - jumped out of an MAAT at low altitudes - barely got out of a drilling station before it exploded. (Events after this remain classified)

Hangar - white light, green, no, blue. Too many colors. Hallway, all white, yellow, red, orange...faces, names, sleep, black.......awake again, loud noises, head hurts. Ringing, painful. Staring blankly up into the ceiling. Doctor says something. Unconsciousness.

Light-grey eyes opened up to the view of an increasingly familiar sight, the med-bay. Tycho closed his eyes as he leaned back into the hospital bed he lay on. He felt fine, except for his head, the docs must've done a pretty good job. Suddenly, he heard footsteps sound against the deck of the med-bay. His eyes flickered open to see the face of a nurse.

"Ungh, you know, I really need to stop doing this." Tycho said groggily.

The nurse looked at him curiously, "Stop doing what?"

Tycho flicked his gaze and gave a slight head nod to indicate the general area, "Winding up in here."

The nurse, who was incidentally a female (and attractive at that) smiled at him. "Judging from your records, if you stopped coming here you wouldn't live very long."

"You make it sound like i'm getting injured all the time."

"You are."

Blinking once, Tycho tried to shrug, but gave up the attempt as he winced in pain. "Right, well,.." Tycho glanced at the nurse's name badge "Talia....I'm in a pretty rough line of duty." Shorn said with an attempt at a cocky grin.

"Of course, you and most of the other soldiers in the second....the others don't need to worry about that, they're all dead." The nurse, referred to now as Talia, said with vehemence.

Sobbering up instantly, Shorn frowned. "I know...."

"I had a brother in the second....now he's somewhere down there." Talia was now glaring at Tycho.

"I lost people too..."

"But you're still alive." and with that bitting remark Talia left the room and Tycho.

Lieutenant Tycho Shorn collapsed back into the hospital bed and stared at the ceiling. "You're Still Alive." The words echoed in his ears. Maybe he shouldn't be. Maybe he should've died back there on Sarapin, in the shuttle, or in the drilling station, taken by sniper fire. Instead so many others had lost their lives. What remained of 3rd Company wasn't enough to make two full platoons. All the platoon commanders besides Tycho had been killed. The only comissioned officers that had even survived were himself and Rick Arkin. Were they just lucky? Was that all there was too it?

The saying that 'fortune is a cruel mistress' was made all too manifest in this instance. The less fortunate men in his platoon, the ones who hadn't been lucky...the ones who hadn't survived, their parents would be receiving messages from army command soon. They would tell them how brave their sons or daughters had been....before they died. Shorn knew he would have to write those letters sooner or later....why not now?

He hit the button for the orderly, who came within seconds, and requested a datapad.

As he painful wrote the letters, images of the deaths of each man or woman flashed before his eyes. He remembered almost every one of their deaths. Strange, he had not even taken a second glance at most during the battle. Sadness welled within his heart at the thought. Death was too swift and life too short a thing. Why did they all march and fight and sing....and then die on some distant planet, far from home? What drove people to such action. Was it an ideal? Was it for the glory? Or was it for something lesser, was it just for the pay or the love of battle? Maybe it was a bit of all.

Tycho entered the first words of the first letter:
"I’m not sure if Sergeant Walter's parents are still alive. I’m not sure he even has a family back there – not all of us do. But if he does have a family, they should know that he died with honour and courage in the performance of his duty. He carried the burden of a soldier, and he carried it well. I didn’t get the chance to know him well, but I know this: considering the type of man he was, and what we’re up against, well, I wish he was still here."

He frowned at what he had written. He had never been very good with words. Social skills were not his forte. Three hours later Tycho had completed all the messages. He paused as he held his finger over "send". Would they really ever know what these soldiers had gone through? Would these words ever do enough justice to these men and women? He didn't know, but at least he could try. Tycho hit send and collapsed back onto his bed.

Shorn heard heavy footsteps and a couple seconds later a yowl of a wookiee. "What the hell?" Loud voices and shouts. Tycho got out of his bed, wincing at the lingering pain in his noggin. He walked over to the door and came around the corner.

"What's goin' on here?" he said as he glared at two guards.

"Uhm, sir, nothing," the soldier continued as Shorn's frown intensified, "Well...actually...a Wookiee just came through here and straight into the Surface Marshal's room."

"A Wookiee?"

"Yessir, carrying a flowerpot..."

He wondered if these guys were pulling his legs, "A flowerpot?"

"A vase actually, filled with flowers, I think it might've been for the Surface Marshal."

"Oh" Tycho said, raising his eyebrows, "Well, 'scuse me, I need to see the Surface Marshal. Debriefing, thingy, sort of..." Shorn stated as he moved past the guards, who by now were so confused that they merely muttered complaints about patients having parties in the hospital. Tycho opened the door to be greeted by several faces. General Ambicon and a person he vaguely remembered as a Sergeant Winters. There was a vase filled with flowers sitting on a desk.

"Uhm," Tycho started..."Was there a party I wasn't invited to?"
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Jericho Winters » 2010-08-20 06:49

‘Caught up in what?’ That’s what he had been about to say before he stopped himself. ‘He couldn’t let make himself ask that question… couldn’t allow himself to pursue it. Instead being the gentleman he tried to console her obvious state of grief. “It’s not your fault Miss Ambicon, No one could have made much of a difference. It wasn’t your idea to land us on that godforsaken rock! And frankly Marshall the Army doesn’t give a damn when they see a bad situation from the get go. They’re not going to blame you for it- you still have their respect- unlike some generals who don’t give a damn about their personnel’s lives.”

Winters saw Eri cock her head to the side and glance away as a haunted look came to her features.. “Yes, but still. I should have been able to do something. Something more to bring more of the army back.”


“Bullshit.” Winters loudly interjected before snorting and glancing down at his own hands before he glanced back up to continue, “With all due respect ma’am. No one could have done anything to make much a difference. The entire operation was a cluster frack from the get go! Just chalk it all up to one of the burdens of Command. It makes me feel like sometimes one might wish to take a vacation from it all.”
A bit of weary humor returned to the woman’s eyes as she smiled that same wry smile, “Sure, a vacation sounds nice. But I haven’t anywhere to go- not with my home still in ruins and my family situation. I can’t rebuild stuff well at all. That’s all best left up to droids and such like.”

“You know Miss Ambicon. I’ve been to thinking- I think I better take a trip home soon. There’s a lot of unfinished business there with my family and I don’t think it’s all going to be pleasant either. It’ll take a miracle just to get insystem without being arrested unless I go in openly like I’m trying to place umbrage upon a familial position or something.”
“So that’s why you came to me. Very well- I’ll save you from submitting the paperwork – request for leave approved...” The marshall said, glancing up towards the ceiling. “ Sounds like a real boring vacation though.”

Winters smiled, “Oh no when I said I had to deal with a couple of familial matters, I meant it. It’s not just like I’ll be saying hello to my Mother or anything. After … ah… a certain commodore helped me to gain a way of asking a certain prisoner in the Federation’s holds I gathered some startling news… It seems like one of the other families is heavy into helping run a couple of mercenary groups. Mercenary groups which might be connected to some recent attacks on the Federation.”

The Surface Marshall looked at him with a steady- yet frightening glare, a speculative gleam coming to her eyes. “It sounds something you shouldn’t handle alone, don’t you think? Something ISIS should handle?”


“Screw the ISIS- this is personal. The bastards definitely had a hand in my wife’s death!” Winters harshly bit back on his temper long enough to look down before he sighed a little . “Sorry, Ma’am. You got a point though, Marshall. I may need all the help I can get. But I figure it’s one week tops, get the data I need from a few companies and get back out. Alone if I need to. It’s not like I’m at any point to risk other people. I just sort of wanted someone to know… you know … in case I don’t make it back.”

Eri barked a bit of savage laughter, before glancing fiercely in Jericho’s direction. “Come now – you of all people should know the best laid plans rarely survive contact with the enemy. “


“No ma’am I don’t suppose they do.”


“Good to hear you realize that, Mr. Winters. I also don’t suppose you’d be willing to have any help on this little vacation would you?”

He paused for a long moment, “Fair enough, you have a point. But-”


“Just give me a time and a place and I’ll be there! You got it?” Ambicon’s soft voice thundered through the distance between them- cutting through the hazy fog of Jericho’s thoughts . Making it absolutely clear from the tone of the steel within her voice she would brook no argument on the subject. She was wanting to go. Period.

Jericho licked his lips and was quiet for a while, speculating … “It’s like that time with your family- sort of like the reverse now, though. Isn't it Marshall?"
"I'm used to it, in fact, believe it or not, I like it better this way..."

"Alright- I got an old acquaintance of mine from the KSF locking down leads for me- I should be able to see what he's discovered once we get there. But- I'm hesitant to suggest this but do you think I should try to bring some muscle with us?"

"Who do you got in mind?"

Jericho paused to lick his lips a little… “An old 'friend' from a strenuous time in the past - I hear he works for the federation now- maybe a few freelancers if you have any ideas. Probably best to keep this as far out of official channels as possible. Though I imagine ISIS will still know what we're getting into. Let me tell you straight- In order to get this data we'll be breaking some of Kuat's laws. So if anyone gets caught- it's over. I imagine we'll have to at least hack into their defense force's ship registries.

With that same smirk the Surface Marshal just cocked her head wryly to the side, “If the ISIS wants to haul me back here, fine, but I won't make it easy on them. Besides, as far as I'm concerned, there's a least two weeks before I need to start looking at Cademimu with any real concern. The generals in Second should be competent enough to see to things without me..."

It was at this time they both heard a bit of a scuffle at the door, and Winters clammed up- bringing the repulsor chair around as one officer named Tycho Shorn came strolling in. Tycho was a good man- steady if filled with a bit of devilish humor that seemed to be completely rueful in the state of danger.

He was quiet as the young officer spoke , merely listening and watching for any telltale signs that young officer had overheard them, yet finding none.
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2010-08-22 04:25

Looking at Tycho, Eri smiled, like a kid who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Not exactly," she confessed, "Just approving some time off for Jericho here." She didn't care for formalities right now, after all, she was the one lying down in bed while two other officers were standing over her. "Anyhow, what can I do for you? You also after some time off?"

As Tycho spoke his answer, Eri reached over to take up some of the food she had been given, frowning at it with distaste. It looked as bad as it tasted, and it tasted as bad as it looked which made it all the worse as it was a never ending cycle with each bite progressively worse than the one before it. "I think I'm going to go to a fancy diner when I get out of here..." Taking a bite of a bizarre green and black speckled paste, she added, "For some pasta... yeah, pasta."
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Spyker Katarn » 2010-08-22 05:31

Refferrer's Name: Corsair Cabaril, Deputy Flight Director
Patient's Name: Spykeri Katarn, SSGT
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Imperial Army (SPECWARCOM)
Health Status/Injury: Lacerations, bruising, convusions consistent with a grand mal seizure.
Reason of Hospitalization: Lacerations and bruising incurred during a classified operation on Sarapin. Source of convulsions unknown, as medical scans reveal no physical cause; they seem to have occurred around the same time a large number of detonations on the other side of the planet occurred. What connection there may be between the events is unknown, if indeed there are any. Subject is currently in an induced coma for observation.

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He rested, and yet was wide awake. Outside, the soft beeping of machines was nearly the only sound in the room beyond his breathing. Inside, a white, featureless plain stretched onwards to oblivion. He could see nothing, only the blankness of the abyss, though he was alive, and did that matter? To him, yes. He still had work to do, things to attend to, people to see, although he denied them all.

He raised his hand, and yet it remained on the bed beside him. He walked for miles, and never left the room. Days passed for him, and it was but only seconds. He knew nothing; his worlds, separate.

A flicker of motion in the nondescript landscape caught his mind's eye. A man stood, where none should have been. He recognized the man, and yet wanted to flee. He could not, should not be there, and yet he was. He heard him call.

"Spykeri!" The sleeping man ran faster, farther, and never moved. "You cannot run from this, Spykeri! Taking refuge here is but a temporary thing!"

"I'm not ready for that world! It sent me here!" He cried, and yet was silent, alone with the machines that beeped.

"You can, and you will! The Jedi is but one of many; there are others who can give answers to the questions you seek!" The sleeper knew that the man in the distance was referring to Kyp Baker, a Dark Jedi who was with him at the full awakening of his subconscious, although he did not know it at the time. The children had been in danger, and he bought them time, only to collapse afterwards. At least, that was what he was told, for he actively remembered nothing of it. "Soon, you will understand, and take precautions where they are needed. Now, awaken, my child, my son." The man changed, to a small young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes; the slumbering one stopped running to hear her, and all went white.

===

The man on the bed opened his eyes after some time had passed; half his vision was still dark, and he could not see to his right. Feeling a presence there, he turned his head to look with his good eye, and smiled a bit at the sight of the woman in the chair, dozing. Surprised, he tried to speak, but instead coughed softly. Trying again, he spoke faintly, his throat parched from lack of water and the suction tube so recently removed by the medical staff.

"Aquila..."
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Aquila Slyphs » 2010-08-22 05:57

Refferrer's Name: Alath Laurent, Deputy Flight Director
Patient's Name: Aquila Slyphs, Deputy Flight Director
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Affiliation: Space Force (Fenrir Squadron)
Health Status/Injury: Stable. Major headache.
Reason of Hospitalization: Suffered a severe migraine after near crash landing a shuttle aboard the Intimidator. Cause: Unknown. Scans have all returned inconclusive.

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Snapping awake, Aquila looked around nervously before remembering where she was, and, seeing Spyker, remembering what she was doing here. She had been discharged from the Medical Center a day prior, having suffered a major headache. All she knew was, after the rough landing and powering down the shuttle, feeling started to return to her and she felt her head split open. She didn't recall how she got off the shuttle or to the medical bay but remembered waking up and immediately recalling Spyker and his plight. It had taken her the better part of an hour, asking droids, staff and even consulting a computer that she shouldn't have been able to access, when she discovered the room he was staying in.

Spyker seemed to be okay, he had been asleep, a lovely bouquet left at Spyker's bedside. She had admired them, recalling the name of each flower, eventually dozing off and finally being roused when he breathed her name. "You're awake," she smiled happily, "I'm so relieved. When I saw you collapse back on the shuttle... I... I wanted to help but Alath told me to just get us back to the ship so that's what I did and we were jumped by a few snubfighters which gave me no end of trouble and then next thing I know, the shuttle somehow got back to the ship with only minutes before the jump to hyperspace and then I got this really painful feeling in my head-"

Realizing she was blathering on, Aquila stopped herself, looking away as she bit her lower lip in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I read the debriefing not too long ago, at least, what someone of my rank is able to view. It's horrible what happened, I mean, on the planet." Doing it again, Aquila took in a deep calming breath before looking back at the man laying on the bed. "I'm sorry," she apologized again, "I meant to ask how are you feeling?"
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Tycho » 2010-08-22 06:51

Tycho frowned slightly with one eyebrow slightly above the other as he turned to look at Jericho in his typical thinking expression. He wondered just what the Sergeant wanted with time off. Maybe he wanted to recooperate after Sarapin. It was a pretty good idea. Shorn pondered the thought of taking General Ambicon up on the offer and actually requesting some time off, but then he still had a lot of work to do. Besides, the stuff that the brass had been cooking up for him seemed to be more on the Scout Trooper side of things these days. More lonely time out by himself in the far reaches of space, with maybe a couple or so fellow scouts in the surrounding kilometers, spread out. Lots of space, remoteness. Sounded like a vacation to him. He wasn't exactly the best at social skills either, which was exactly why he had become a Scout Trooper. That military vehicle pilot's license was also waiting for him. So nope, no vacation for him, not yet.

"Uh, no, I'm good...thanks." Tycho replied.

Ambicon ate something from the tray and made a comment about the food and pasta. "So then what brings you here?"

"Oh...you know, just making sure that everyone's okay."

"We're fine." said Jericho.

"I like fine." Tycho stated.

There was an awkward silence and Tycho judged from everyone's reactions that he might be intruding on something here. "Hey, I might just," Tycho motioned back over his shoulder with his thumb towards the door. "..step outside..." Shorn moved towards the door.
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Spyker Katarn » 2010-08-22 06:59

"It's alright, I don't mind listening. Gotta say though, I've felt better. Could do with a drink though," he rasped, gesturing towards his throat while giving her a reassuring smile. "Got any water?" She handed him a small cup, and he drank slowly; no sense taxing his systems too soon. "Aah, better. Thanks." They sat in silence for a few moments, before he spoke again, his voice stronger than before as he rehydrated. "You said you had a headache? When?"

"Just before we landed... I don't remember anything else, and the doctors haven't been able to find a thing wrong with me." That gave Spyker pause; he too had had a sudden headache during the mission, but it led to him in this hospital bed. Months ago, he would have thought it a coincidence, but now he wasn't so sure. To avoid causing Aquila more anxiety though, he kept his thoughts to himself, as he had done so many times before.

"Interesting. I'm sure it was just the stress of the mission. You did well down there, from what I can see."

"But...I didn't do much of anything..." Spyker saw a bit of her self-doubt resurge to the fore; he did his best to quash it.

"You got us there and back in one piece. That was the hardest part, easily." It wasn't, but she needed to hear it. He decided to change the subject away from the reasons they were in the medical center and onto something else. "How's your brother doing? Glad to be out?"
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Aquila Slyphs » 2010-08-22 07:18

"My brother? Oh right!" Aquila had momentarily forgotten all about that, "That's a good question actually. I imagine he's being debriefed and screened, at least, that's what Jack suspected would be happening." Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled nervously, "I'm sorta worried about meeting him actually..."

"Why?" Spyker asked.

Aquila shifted in her seat. "Because it feels like its been so long since I've seen him. Perhaps I'm just afraid because I managed to escape to the Federation while he's been stuck in some jail on the most inhospitable planet I've ever seen..." She could tell by his expression that he wanted to ask something but was opting not to. "I... I never really expected all this to happen," she let out a sad laugh, "if you were to ask me a few years ago what I'd be doing today, my answer definitely wouldn't have been 'trying to rescue my brother by helping with a jail break operation before flying like a crazed lunatic back to a Federation warship.' I probably would have merely answered 'gardener'." Gesturing to the flowers, she smiled affectionately at them. "Lovely aren't they? I got a bunch of flowers too, everyone did it seems. I... I never thought the Federation would invest so much into helping lift the spirits of the others."

She took a deep breath in. "Father said that the Empire would never have given two credits for anyone, be they stormtroopers or pilots or even officers. He always said they were little more than fodder to be thrown at any problem, like the credits of rich people. I'm... I'm actually kinda surprised with myself that I'm still flying right now, I thought I'd have tried to get out of it by now." Thinking about her father, she looked back at Spyker and said, "My father wasn't there, was he?"

Spyker shook his head weakly.

"I wonder what happened... Maybe my brother will know, but I don't recall any mention that he'd be there to begin with." Fixing him with a quizzical look, she wondered if perhaps his sources missed this detail or if perhaps there was something else at play. "What do you think?"
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Spyker Katarn » 2010-08-24 05:08

Spyker took another sip of the water as he thought about the question. His mind was still sluggish, an aftereffect of the medications they had put him on to keep him sedated. He passed the information through it several times, and came to two possible conclusions. One, they had been compromised and someone knew they were coming. However, if this was the case, they would have run into more resistance. The second possibility was the more probable: the other two prisoners that they were attempting to extract were moved shortly before they arrived and the battle began. He explained as much to Aquila.

"We were told to pick up three people. Jorel's never wrong, not in all the years I've known him. The other two were moved, I'm sure of it. We'll find out more once we can see Ponex, alright? Then we'll get back to finding the rest. I told you I would, and I plan to follow through with that." Aquila nodded, wanting to hope, and Spyker let out a tired sigh, more from the meds than anything else.

He looked over at the flowers, noticing them for the first time. Smiling, he changed the subject again, to something more innocuous. Raising the bed to a sitting position, he spoke again, "They are quite nice, though I don't know from flowers. D'you know what kind they are?"
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Re: Sarapin Body Count

Post by Jericho Winters » 2010-08-24 05:20

Winters burst out laughing- here a grown man was acting more embarrassed then a person who walked in on someone using the refresher. While conversely- Winters was actually relieved from the way things had gone that the man hadn't overheard anything of the prior conversation.

"Relax there Officer Shorn, the marshall and I were just pondering a few things while persisting to be in a melancholic mood. Don't worry about it- we're all just a little discombobulated after what just happened on that world- you know?" He looked at the Mashall thinking it best to be discrete, and not allow any other rumors about her to form. God the one's about her and the old greybeard were more then enough to try and mess with a person's mind until Winters walked into the middle of a training session against her. "If the marshall is still up for a visitors still being here we both might be welcome to stay awhile and relate. And more importantly - try to figure out where we went wrong so we don't let it happen again."

To his ears came a slight shuffling behind him, as he kept his eyes on the Marshall. Just simply waiting for her reply.
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