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[Open] A Haunting We Will Go

Post by Sonya Ghente » 2012-06-26 03:33

OOC Note: This thread is open to everyone with hopes that characters whom would normally never get the chance interact, can do so in this thread. Feel free to toss in fun 'facts', ghosts, spooky stories, and all that fun stuff, too!

Sonya loved a good ghost story. She also enjoyed being able to get away on a vacation every now and then. The business mogul needed to get away from the daily grind of running the multi-billion credit a year company Naughty N' Nice - Intimate Lingerie & Accessories. Though she enjoyed vacations very much, they also came few and far between. When they did, Sonya usually wound up working during them anyway. But Soren, her older brother and CFO/CEO of her company knew that his beautiful little sister was quickly working herself to collapse. So he booked her on a two week (minimum) true honest-to-goodness vacation.

Soren booked the woman on an all-inclusive Haunted Stars cruise. He'd seen the commercial while he was relaxing in his jacuzzi and rememebered how Sonya loved watching all of those freaky holovid shows about haunted places, possessed collector's items, and some show about two guys who traveled all over the galaxy in search of their father but wound up involved in some haunting or demon exorcism type stuff along the way. Pretty good show from the few episodes he'd seen of it, but it just wasn't his 'thing'.

The cruise promised to hit all of the most haunted regions of the universe and special lay-overs were included. Of course, everyone knew that when a ship docked, it did so for any necessary repairs, to refuel, lose and pick up passengers. So Haunted Stars Tours decided to make their layovers way more entertaining to their guests by making sure they docked the cruise liner at locations that were reported to be haunted. The passengers were kept entertained, got to stretch their legs on solid ground, see new sights, and indulge in the supernatural.

Plus, Soren also hoped that Sonya would meet somoene new on this excursion. He was not happy at all to learn that his sister had developed a crush on the Grand Admiral of the Federation. First and foremost, Soren was a staunch rebel supporter. While Sonya kept her choice of 'sides' private, Soren knew that Sonya also supported the Rebels. How she could fall for the Grand Admiral of the Federation was beyond him. But the part that troubled Soren the most was the fact that he was certain the man would break his sister's heart. She'd already suffered through one terrible heart break in the past. Soren wasn't about to nurse her through another. If Sonya knew this, though, she'd rip Soren a new one and tell him to keep his nose out of her personal affairs.

The Haunted Stars cruise would be disembarking from Monument Park, Coruscant. As the passenger's luggage was being loaded onto the luxury liner, a guide would be leading the group on a tour of the area, beginning with an ascent to Umate, one of the highest peaks of the Manarai Mountains. Here was the only place on Coruscant where one could touch the bare rock of the planet. It sat a kilometer south of the Imperial Palace.

Monument Plaza itself resembled a sports arena with towering buildings forming its perimeter and an open space occupying the area inside. The bare peak of Umate sat in the center of the plaza. Of course, it was illegal to chip away pieces of the rock bt that never stopped some idiot from trying. From there, the group would enjoy a light and leisurely lunch at the Manarai restaurant, then they'd head to the Galactic Museum, which was one of many places on Coruscant alone that has been reported as being haunted. When the passengers finished visiting the museum, and perhaps a couple of other hot haunted spots in the vicinity, they would return to the ship and board. The first night would be spent enjoying all of the luxuries and fun a cruise ship had to offer as they made their way toward the first stop on their journey; the Holiest of Holies.

"Enjoy, sis. I'll see you in two weeks." Soren said just before planting a kiss on her cheek and taking her into his arms for a great big hug. "Love ya, kitten."

Sonya rolled her chestnut eyes as she hugged her brother back, then kissed his cheek as well. "Really? Soren don't call me that. Only dad got away with that and he's gone. You're not allowed, wonderful cruise gift or not."

Soren laughed. "You'll be okay? I need to head back as there's a board meeting in a few hours."

Sonya nodded. "I'll be fine! Yes, go! Oh, I proxy my vote to you. The board knows this and you know how I wish to vote on the matter. Be safe!"

Soren lifted his hand and waved as he jogged back to the lift that carried the two up to the top of Monument Plaza. Sonya turned and looked to the other person who was standing there waiting for the cruise liner, too. She blushed a little as she said, "Brother's. He still seems to think I'm eight years old." Since there was still roughly twenty to thirty minutes before the tour guide would arrive, Sonya sat down on a nearby bench and pulled out the travel brochure Soren had given to her.
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Re: [Open] A Haunting We Will Go

Post by Tavish McFini » 2012-06-28 04:51

"I never had any siblings myself," McFini began absently as he leaned on the back of the park bench Sonya was sitting on, "So I wouldn't know the feeling I'm afraid." He saw Sonya turn and look over at him, slightly surprised that he had somehow managed to sneak up on her as though she had canvassed the entire plaza for his presence before hand. McFini smiled warmly back. "I seem to be coming to Coruscant a lot lately." Glancing around, he added jokingly, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to get me caught by the New Republic."

How he was able to get away with this, it was really beyond the Grand Admiral but the galaxy was a vast place and though his wanted poster was plastered in numerous bounty offices, he wasn't exactly dressed anything like the holo depicted, the brown trousers, white shirt and black vest, he looked more like some random tourist than some respectable Grand Admiral. Though I'd still argue the respectable part to begin with.

Walking around the bench, he sat down next to Sonya and glanced at her travel brochure. He wasn't entirely sure what all this was about, having only been asked if he was interested in a cruise and while he would normally not be so suspicious, having just come off of one recently, he couldn't help but wonder if Sonya liked cruises a lot or if this wasn't going to be the typical cruise. Seeing some of the pictures and words on the brochure, he suddenly felt a little uneasy about this cruise now. "A haunted cruise?" he asked slowly, buzzwords like "ghosts", "phantoms" and "supernatural" jumping out of the flimsiplast at him. He never did enjoy horror holos, being scared just wasn't his thing (though how he managed to stay calm in the face of turbolaser fire coming at him was another matter that will be discussed in another thread) so already McFini was beginning to question his own sanity at not asking for more details before blindly answering "okay" when asked to tag along.

Memo to self: next time come up with a possible date idea before she does. Was it presumptuous to call this outing another date? It was hard to think straight or clearly as he glanced from the pamphlet into those lovely eyes that looked back at him. He still had enough of a semblance of thought, the nagging concern about supernatural stuff making him wonder if Sith were going to jump out out of no where at them, wielding their powers, some of which the Grand Admiral had the unfortunate experience of being subject to first hand, in a display to the foolish passengers who thought such a cruise was a good idea.

There was no shortage of bizarre and wacky stuff in the galaxy. Tales of ghosts, monsters that were the size of buildings, trees that talked, though ultimately on had to look no further than to a Jedi or Sith to see supernatural at its finest. The more McFini thought about it, however, the more he realized just how unlikely either of the two would be involved. Luke Skywalker was probably too busy teaching his students to combat the growing Federation and Dark Jedi threat while Emperor Kane, likewise, was too busy running an Empire (and building Death Stars) to be bothered with the cruise. Jacen, Crystala and Thessalia were about as likely to show up as it would be for approval to be given to paint the Nemesis plaid.

"So how have you been holding up since the winter ball?" he inquired, mostly to make small chat and also to serve as the springboard for him to apologize for not being able to get in contact with her sooner. The invasion from the New Republic, along with the attack at Denon, not to mention the campaign in the galactic south, meant he didn't have an abundance of time and even to get away for this took a lot of convincing, having to convince a lot of people that the officers who remained in Third Fleet were experienced and capable enough to handle things while he was away.
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Re: [Open] A Haunting We Will Go

Post by Sonya Ghente » 2012-06-28 07:48

Sonya could not be happier that Tavish did show up! The woman wondered, albeit briefly, just what it took for him to be able to get away for two weeks. The smile that lit up not just her delicate face but also sparkled in her eyes said it all. She was overjoyed that he had decided to join her. The woman watched Tavish as he rounded the bench and came to sit down beside her. As he glanced to the brochure in her hand, Sonya leaned in and pecked a small kiss to his cheek.

Gently taking her lower lip between her teeth, Sonya nodded when he questioned the fact that they were about to embark on a haunted cruise. Clearly she was excited about it. But Sonya's eyes hadn't left the Grand Admiral's profile since he sat down beside her. "I've been ... sheltered," she replied to the inquiry of how she'd been doing since they last saw each other. The expression McFini gave her was one of not quite understanding what she meant by that. "I told Soren what happened. He had me under lock and key until agreeing to let him hire body guards." She explained, but quietly so that only Tavish would hear her. "I wouldn't let him but I did convince him to let me out of my penthouse finally."

Sonya glanced to the brochure and shook her head, chuckling softly. "I think he went against my word and hired them anyway. I haven't seen anyone per se, but I've had a feeling of being watched or followed since." The lady thumbed through the rest of the brochure, then shook her hair from her face and smiled to Tavish. "How have you been?" But before he could answer, she also added, "I'm really glad you came. I've missed you."

Boy did she ever miss him! Though she was shaken up when they were last with each other, Sonya hadn't been able to keep Tavish from her mind for very long. When it was quiet, the lady would find herself wondering what he was doing, where he was, and hoping that whatever and wherever, above all that he was safe. She thought back to their dance, the quiet time they spent with each other in the beautiful icy garden, the way he had protected her as they were leaving the estate. Every time she thought of him, she smiled from ear to ear, hummed the song they had danced to, and felt like she was on cloud nine and nothing could tear the silver lining from it.
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Re: [Open] A Haunting We Will Go

Post by Tavish McFini » 2012-06-29 01:00

McFini couldn't help but smile at the affectionate gesture, probably turning a few shades of red in the process though, thankfully, he wasn't able to see himself as there were no mirrors nearby nor did he have the ability to remotely view things like Force users. He remembered the near attack at the tail end of the ball, and the fact that his own bodyguard had pretty much done all the work to protect him for as Charal mentioned after Sonya departed, "I hope you don't make a habit of throwing yourself in harms way just to protect other people."

It wasn't a habit, and while McFini figured his odds of survival were pretty low, he did find it a bit easier to find that bravery now that he had a guardian angel floating around, or in this case, skulking about. "Believe me, I know the feeling, though I guess I've always felt as though I'm being watched, usually by people in my own organization but I digress."

Smiling more at her comment about missing him, he said, "Likewise with you." The smile faded as his mind turned back to the subject of how he's been which was a fairly loaded question. Around eight or nine invasions, only one of which the NIF launched, the other seven or eight were the New Republic's doing, all at the same time, the unexpected return of a friend who had been whisked away, the discovery of a Death Star that the Emperor and Supreme Commander knew about and forbade him to act against, the constant cloak and dagger politics that got more and more intertwined with everyday life. It was enough to make his head spin. Still, despite all the troubled thoughts, the Grand Admiral's smile returned, albeit looking a little forced, as he said in one of his more unconvincing tones (not intentionally mind), "I'm doing well. I'm sure you've heard about some of the recent events but I won't bore you with the details. The punchline goes something like: I'm still alive despite everything they throw at me and everything I'm thrown into."

Reaching into the pocket of his vest, he said suddenly, "Oh, and I picked a little something up for you." Pulling out a small little case, he handed it to Sonya. She looked at him quizzically, but he just smiled back, not offering any real hints as to its contents. When she finally did open it to reveal a small diamond broach in the shape of a spukamus. "For the flower you gave me back at the ball," he explained softly, glancing up as something massive blotted out the sun. A ship was arriving, possibly the one for this cruise.
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Post by Sonya Ghente » 2012-06-29 08:29

Sonya was speechless, one hand holding the small open jewelry case and the other over her heart. The brooch was beautiful, delicate, and the way the diamond caught the rays of the sun and created a dazzling prism was just incredible. When the lady felt she could handle the pretty little item without fumbling or dropping it, she gingerly removed the jewel-piece from the case and set the case on the bench next to her. Then she pinned it to her shirt, high above her left breast. "It's absolutely beautiful, thank you," she said, clearly touched by the gesture. Which also landed the man another soft kiss which she pressed to the corner of his mouth as he gazed up at the massive shadow that blotted out the sun.

As she lifted the case and snapped it close, Sonya also glanced up to see what had stolen their sunshine. It was the luxury cruise liner, The Black Swan, an MC80 luxury spaceliner. The ship's complement of 850 crewmembers consisted of the captain and ten other officers, plus 500 droids and 329 sentient crewers. The bulk of the organic crew served as stewards and engineers, with most of the remainder being involved in the on-board entertainment. A security detail of sixty troopers were also carried as supernumeraries. There were accommodations for 3,500 passengers, with standard facilities for 27 different species.

Standard staterooms had two berths, an en suite bathroom, and environmental controls that could be tailored to the needs of many different species. Depending on their location aboard the ship, these cost from 50 to 150 credits per night. Deluxe staterooms, with amenities including entertainment and refreshment areas, cost 250-450 credits, and there were also two top-line suites costing 1,000 credits apiece. During one stage of the ship's career, these two suites were identified as the Emperor and Kuari, but another document refers to the Royal Suite as the most luxurious accommodation on board: presumably the Royal and the Emperor were the same suite re-named, but it was not entirely clear in which order the names were used.

The primary passenger area was the Lido Deck, which contained much of the standard accommodation (around 400 staterooms), plus the Grand Ballroom, the Grand Dining Room, and the Bistro, one of the ship's three secondary dining rooms. The Lido Deck also housed a holovid library with two billion volumes, and the ship's main nightclub, Xerrol's Place, which boasted a six-piece house glizband, the Graf-Spanners. A specialized nightclub for droids was open to both mechanical crewers and passengers' servants, and there was a crew lounge, reserved for the liner's 400 sentient personnel.

Above the Lido Deck was the recreation deck, with fifteen gymnasiums, capable of catering to a wide variety of species, plus a six-lane, multi-gravity running track, a zero-g sauna, wallball courts and a slafcourse. The ship also boasted 212 standard and 46 deluxe staterooms, two casinos and another secondary dining room on this level.

The uppermost of the public decks was the Bazaar Deck. This was the site of the two luxury suites, along with the the Imperial, the most prestigious of the on-board restaurants, and the Scorp Club, a relaxed, members-only nightclub. Other facilities on this deck included the 900-seat Estuan Theater, capable of hosting both holo and live performances, two shopping arcades and a more informal bazaar, plus meditation chambers, daycare, and a number of additional amenities and eateries. The Bazaar Deck also contained 224 standard and 36 deluxe staterooms.

Below the Lido Deck were the two credicruise decks, the Homthor and Welland decks. Each of these contained 448 standard staterooms and 86 deluxe, plus a small secondary dining room and three snack shops—without the need for impressive public areas, and the ceilings were much lower than the decks above. Below these was the engineering deck, containing the ship's drive systems and most of the crew areas, plus the hangar bay. The Galleria Shop was also located on this craft.

For defense, The Black Swan was equipped with ten turbolaser batteries and deflector shields. It also had deck-mounted miniature turbolasers on the recreation deck, for passengers to enjoy space skeet and target shooting at asteroids. [1] This ship itself was a gorgeous piece of craftsmanship to behold.

Once the ship berthed, the unboarding process began for thsoe whose vacations had sadly come to an end. It would be several hours before the new passengers could board. Which was precisely why the tour was designed as it were, to begin planetside. There was a reason Monument Park, Coruscant was chosen as both the beginning and final destination for the specialized cruise.

The tour guide approached the area where Sonya, Tavish, and several others had been gathering in. "Hello avid ghost hunters! My name is Kula'ra, but feel free to address me as Lara if it's easier. I'll be your guide this afternoon and to kick things off we're going to make our way to the peak of Umate. So, if you'll just gather around and follow me, let's get this tour under way, shall we!?" Lara was quite the chipper Twi`leki tour guide who had a pleasant smile, a decent voice, and a nice figure. She made the tour guide outfit she had to wear, complete with the Galaxy Tours logo stitched to her lapel, look rather decent.

Sonya stood with Tavish and slipped the jewel case for her new brooch into her purse, which she then slung over her right shoulder. There was no need for anyone to collect their luggage for crew members had already begun the process of checking in their luggage and readying it for transfer to the ship. Once onboard, the luggage would be taken to each passengers cabin. "So tell me, do I have you for the full two weeks or will you have to leave earlier?" The lady asked as she slipped her arm into Tavish's and met the casual pace at which followed the happy-go-lucky tour guide and the rest of the crowd.

Lara, the tour guide, was explaining to those who were not familiar with the history of Monument Park, of the important events the location was the site for, including a battle of the Great Droid Revolution, a terrorist threat by the Separatist movement, and a Republic rally during the Clone Wars. Even the current statues had been replaced long ago for before they depicted Imperial heroes under the command of Emperor Palpatine and the infamous Galactic Empire. Now the statues honored other heroes. Sonya didn't bother to keep up with the history on it. At times, history simply bored the woman to point of wanting to slit her wrists.

As the duo brought up the rear of the group, now gathered around the only place on all of Coruscant where one could touch the exposed rock, Lara told the collected warm bodies of a religious sect with ties to the location. "The Flames of Umate were a religious sect local to the plaza area who had guarded the peak of Umate for generations. The Flames wore robes, and sought to communicate with the 'world-spirit' that they believed resided in the molten core of Coruscant by meditating with their hands touching the rock. They attempted to seek the peace that the planet had felt before it had become entirely urbanized. The Flames also kept vigil to prevent tourists from chipping rock off the mountain."

The Twi`lek's lekku twitched as one of the male passengers leaned far over the velvety rope barricade the circled the exposed rock and pulled out a switchblade. "Mister, I should warn you that attempts to chipping away at the rock only leads to arrest. I'm sure you wouldn't want to spend your vacation in jail now, would you?" She eyed the man until he sheepishly put the knife away and stepped away from the barricade. "Thank you. If everyone is ready ..."

Sonya glanced to McFini and, stifling her giggle, just shook her head. There was always one in every crowd.
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Post by Tavish McFini » 2012-07-04 03:33

"Pending a national emergency, another invasion or the Emperor getting so bored he needs to zap someone, I should be good for two weeks." McFini laughed dryly, not able to be too humourous about it simply because all those events could potentially happen, even the last one. Looking at the cruiser, he couldn't help his first thoughts about it as he wondered if he had ever accidentally fired upon the vessel in the past. That was the thing about Mon Cal ships, they used to be built for more civilian purposes like cruise liners and vacation boats, but during the whole rise of the Rebellion, the Mon Cals started fitting them with guns to take the fight to the Empire. A shame too, because now the vessels were becoming a staple in the Republic navy and he couldn't think of a worse eyesore to stare upon for nearly every encounter.

He glanced at the little broach he had given Sonya, happy she liked it as much as she did. He never thought himself very talented at picking out the right gifts for people, usually giving into the close-your-eyes-and-pick-something-at-random method, hoping for the best possible result. For Sonya, however, it was different. There was still guess work, to be sure, but it didn't feel like guess work.

With the tour started, McFini kept his pace even with Sonya, listening to the guide explain some of the history of Monument Park. Part of the Grand Admiral couldn't help but wonder if he would have a statue placed in his honour when, or if, the Federation ever did finally take Coruscant. It would be a tough slog and a hard fought campaign, especially with the way his fleet was looking now. I'm really bad at being able to stop thinking about work... he thought, putting his focus back between the shapely tour guide and the even more attractive woman on his arm.

The tale that was told about the Flames and the rock itself was actually very intriguing, one of those random bits of trivial lore that McFini listened to with keen interest. He didn't doubt there was probably something special behind the rock but he wasn't crazy enough to try and chip off some of it, not that he dared try either. Falling that great distance... The Grand Admiral had a few things left to do in the galaxy still than be crushed by intense pressures as he plummeted towards the core, or hit the Undercity, whichever came first. It didn't stop someone else from trying but he was quickly put in his place, much to Sonya's amusement as she glanced at him, giggled and shook her head.

"Well, if it's more tales like those," McFini began, changing the subject a bit in a low voice so only Sonya could hear, "Then I might start questioning the 'haunted' part in that brochure." Most of the galactic history he didn't pay much attention to, only the interesting parts. The history could really be summed up into a short paragraph or even a single line that went something along the lines of "Since the dawn of time the galaxy has seen mostly war with periods of peace and prosperity as the ruling government would switch hands between the Jedi and the Sith more times than the number of generations have passed."

He would probably end up regretting that statement later on, but for now, he was going to make the most of it, especially as he no longer felt alone and actually had a purpose to do something other than get his fleet pummeled mission after mission after mission.
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