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Post by Lynn Gali on Jun 27, 2006 23:15:51 GMT
An abandoned bunker outside of Coronet. It has recently been occupied by Black Sun operatives.
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Post by Ryash Kihzaldrin on Jun 30, 2006 8:59:06 GMT
The Thieves Guild
A woman, with two men beside her, stood staring out a window at a group of mercenary soldiers. Some were training, others, were eating, some gambling. Doing things that the less celebrated did.
The man on the right turned slightly so he was half facing the woman. He was a tall man, and greatly built. He had robes that looked something like what a Jedi would wear... If they planned on committing 1000 atrocities. They didn't even look like the type of robes a Sith would wear. They were... Off, to say the least.
"My Queen, the Mandalorians said that they would be here within the hour. That gives them 7 minutes to arrive... I do not think they are coming."
The voice that the man spoke with was inhuman, it had an echo. An almost static sound to it. Along his neck was a long scar, running from the middle to the back of his neck.
The "Queen" threw a hand up and the man just nodded his head and turned back.
"Noble Samir... Can you not feel it... They are dead. Get the men ready for battle... I can feel that... Some one... Will be here shortly."
Samir nodded slightly, took three steps back, turned, then walked away. The man on her left turned toward her.
"Most Gracious Matriarch, I can feel it too, but, I do not think it bodes well for us. The stars and moon... They tell me death will visit upon all but one of us... Please My Queen... Think this through."
A hard backhand hit the man in the side of the face. It let out a loud *smack*.
"You would dare question my words. Next time it shall visit death upon your head NOW... These Jedi are weak. I survived Order 66, and you did too. You and Samir should know that Jedi are not to be trusted."
The man bowed his head and took a step back.
"Yes My Queen."
The woman turned around. Her skin was a deathly white, She wore all black fighting robes, not robes that the Jedi wore. These were a slight bit looser and more readily used in hand to hand combat.
"Now, go see to it that our preparations are complete. I do not want Prince Xizor to know about this..."
The other man bowed once more and walked away.
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