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“Look, were going around in circles and nothings gona get solved by us sitting here. Until we can get something working on this droid lead I’m gona try to figure out what happened to me last night. If anyone’s coming, then meet me outside in five minutes.”
With that he backs out of the med room and heads down the hall to the armory. If this investigation was going to go anywhere Eceil figured it was time he started doing things the old way. It was time to retrace his steps from last, but this time he was heading back into the labyrinth of slums and back alleys prepared. Grabbing a piece of the blaster resistant armor off the wall he slides it under his shirt, where it makes a considerable bulge in his dirt stained clothes. Eceil then snatches himself a second pistol off the rack and stuffs it into his jacket before ending his shopping spree by lifting a jet black colored blaster rifle up from a top shelve and slinging it across his back. No bother trying to conceal it, where Eceil was going there weren’t going to be many cops looking for weapon permits.
He then heads outside, where the faint glow of street lights greets him coldly. Down here you couldn’t tell what time of the day it was, but Eceil really had no interest in the time anyways. Allowing his nostrils to suck in one more taste of the familiar stench of industrial park manufactured air he turns back to the building to see if anyone’s followed him out here.

With a shrug Bakilas checks his equipment and follow Eceil, "Tis better then doing nothing I suppose."

<font color="dodgerblue">Te'Oma walks up and stands beside Eceil and the man called Bakilas, someone he had never conversed with.

"Not quite sure why, but I'm coming with you. Near enough all of us has been attacked at some point, some of us have been lucky with our lives. It's best if we stick together in groups as large as possible."

Checking his Vibroblades were in place, he looked around and waited for Eceil to make a move. Not out of respect, just because he felt that the old man liked to feel he was in charge. It was easier on the ears to let him get along with it.</font>

Bakilas turns and looks at Te'Oma, "Well it will be good to have you with us, I am Bakilas and I appreciate you helping me while I was unconcious."

Terassk shrugs, "I guess I really don't have much of a choice, I'll join in the fun Te'Oma," He checks his blaster's sight, and finds it slightly bent "Someone is going to pay for this,"

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Eceil stares at the Nautolan for a long moment before shrugging and turning to speak to the group.
“Alright gentlemen, were headed back to this little cantina called the Mek’Thar. That’s the last place I remember being. Well start by asking the bartenders and the locals what happened to me last night. If that doesn’t work well just have to get a little more personal with some security tapes and witnesses. Do yourselves a favor and keep your hands next to your triggers, where were going isn’t the nicest place in all of Courescant even without assassins after you.”

<font color=red> Keal goes into the armory and gets a couple pistols and joins the others,"Might as well find who attacked us before they can do it again right?"</font>

<font color="dodgerblue">"Don't worry Bakilas. I'm sure you would have done the same for me, roles reversed. After all, we share the same goals."

Te'Oma smiles and waits for Eceil to set off</font>

<font color=white>
“We ready? Lets go.”
With that the groups starts off into the abyss, headed for the cantina.

[ 04-24-2005, 06:16 PM: Message edited by: jolleyjester ]

OOC: Excuse me, Keal, but I do believe you have the man's comm frequency:

<font color= green>Joneth runs out in front of the group, before they leave the complex, waving his arms frantically.</font>
<font color= lightgreen>Guys, guys, guys! Let's take it easy here, for a second! You're all operating on some big assumptions, here. For one, we don't know that assassins are after us. Eciel may have just pissed some low life in the bar when he was drunk, and was stabbed by him. Besides, my plans a lot safer, and is much more likely to give us good results. Let's all just relax for a second, and try this.</font>

Terassk stops and says "Well, I guess raising him is worth a try,"

"If we can raise him by comm I suggest that we should, and if that doesnt work we can always head to the cantina after."

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Eceil freezes in mid step. He whirls around just in time to watch Joneth close the gap between them. The twerp sure was taking over control of the mission fast. Whatever, the group needed a boss anyways.
"Fine. Lets do it his way."

[ 04-25-2005, 12:48 AM: Message edited by: jolleyjester ]

<font color= green>Joneth walks back to a tech room, setting up a tracking program for the comm link, and then waits for Keal to come and try and raise the General.</font>

[ 04-25-2005, 10:43 PM: Message edited by: Dron_Cah ]

<font color=yellow>The group assembles in the rarely used ( ;) ) conference room, waiting on Keal, who seems to have had some minor errand to finish up before accessing the comm equipment there. The rest of the group (Joneth, Eceil, Te'Oma, Bakilas, Terassk, and Barrick) waits there on him. Tension begins to mount as it becomes obvious that Keal is taking his time.</font>

<font color=white>"Why would he claim to not know the General's comm frequency?"</font><font color=yellow>Barrick mutters to the rest of you.</font><font color=white>"I hope he doesn't mess this up---communication with the General may be our only hope of finding a decent lead in all of this. After all, let's face it. I looked over the holocam recordings of the building when you guys got 'attacked.' I saw that there were a couple of figures leaving the General's residency, holding something. That means that these people probably are AFTER Larsek, and you three were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. They may have even been after him! After all, he's been missing for a while, hasn't he? If we can contact him, maybe we'll find out about something important enough to explain someone else looking through his personal possessions."</font>

[ 04-26-2005, 08:39 PM: Message edited by: Ilander ]

Sorry about the comm stuff. I didn't know what the comm frequencey was, oh well.
<font color=red> Keal, having trouble figuring it out, but trying his best not to screw this up,"This should work, how's it look Joneth?"</font>

<font color= green>Joneth looks over the frequency Keal has selected, and notes that it is for a mail-order service. ( :D ) He quickly changes it over to the frequency Keal had written down, and gives him a nod.</font>
<font color= lightgreen>Does anyone here happen to be rather diplomatic? We certainly don't want to insult him, or scare him away. I can't stress enough how important this is.</font>

<font color=yellow>Barrick gestures toward Te'Oma.</font>

<font color=white>"You seem to be the best speaker of the group"</font>

<font color= lightgreen> Yes, as a Jedi, you must have been trained in this kind of thing, right? We'll let you handle the call, unless someone has an objection. If all else fails, just try and stall as much as possible, so I can try and trace him.</font>

<font color="dodgerblue">The frequency hums slightly and soon enough, connects, allowing dialogue to initiate between the ever elusive general Larsek.

"General Larsek?" Te'Oma begins.

"My Name is Te'Oma, I was wondering if I may have a word with you"

Te'Oma pauses slightly to wait a response, hoping he can gauge a reaction of how to handle the situation from the tone of the generals voice. He had to do this the old fashion way, as his Olfactory receptors were useless at reading emotion at such a long range</font>

OOC: And over comlink frequencies ;)

<font color=white>"Who is this?"</font><font color=yellow> General Larsek demands.</font><font color=white>"I'm not gonna wait for you to trace my comm frequency! I heard about what you did at my apartment!"</font>

<font color=yellow>He seems agitated, and unlikely to calm down, unless told something that validates that you have a legitimate reason to call him AND aren't a member of the group at his apartment today.

You feel a slight hinting by the Force to be honest here.</font>

<font color="dodgerblue">Te'Oma hears the voice of the commander and realises he must bring up something drastic to keep the general's attention.

"General, I have reason to beleive you're in grave danger. Please, I'm only trying to help. It wasn't us who destroyed your apartment. Many of my companions were badly injured in the blast. That is how we've found ourselves involved."

By offering a vague justification of his involvement and a reason for calling, Te'oma hoped he could hold on to Larsek long enough to have the com traced</font>

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Eceil, slouched in a chair on the farthest corner of the room, smirks at Te’Oma silently. The kid was doing better then he thought he would. He only wished that the “Jedi” hadn’t given out his real name.
Well, for all Eceil knew Te’Oma wasn’t his real name-
Damn conspiracy training. Eceil needed a drink.

<font color=white>"Your companions, injured? You wouldn't happen to have been the Natolan that I saw on the vidfeed, would you? With the human and Trandoshan friend? I've been told that you all have been looking for me for nearly a week now. I'm interested in why. I'll contact you tomorrow, at the same time, on this frequency. I want answers by then. Do not attempt to use this frequency again before then."</font>

<font color=yellow>The comm hisses, and then goes silent, 29 seconds after the 30 second trace had begun. This guy was slick.

Barrick suggests everyone do some training and get some rest. A lot has happened today.</font>

OOC: Level up. Note that you do NOT get an additional statistic point this level. HP and FP should be increased to 15 times the statistic they are based upon. PM me any questions.

[ 04-27-2005, 08:30 PM: Message edited by: Ilander ]

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Pushing himself up from the chair, Eceil yawns and creeps to the middle of the room.
“24 hours. Might as well get some other work done. I still need to find out what happened to me last night, whose coming along- that is if its okay with you, Joneth.”

<font color=red> Keal gets up,"Well I made that harder than it should have been," Keal says under his breath."Hey, anybody wanna train with me? Close combat or melee is what I'd prefere, but if you must do somekind of other training I'll do it anyway.</font>

<font color=yellow>Barrick nods toward Eceil, and explains that in all honesty, the rest of the group is in pretty poor condition despite their high spirits for an excursion tonight. Besides, wandering around too much this low on Coruscant is just begging for trouble. If you still want to go, though, Barrick offers to accompany you.

The rest of you basically have your own choice as to what to do to fill your time, but Bakilas, Terrask, Te'Oma, Keal, and Eciel are ALL still recovering from recent injuries. Risking bodily harm probably wouldn't be too terribly high on their list of wants.

Either way, other occurances of note, to those of you monitoring holo-cam channels, include the capture of two airspeeders suspected to belong to a group of terrorists. The CDF plans to thoroughly search the vehicles. Otherwise, the spy who broke into Senator Fey'lya's office is still getting a fair amount of publicity, as the manhunt widens.</font>

<font color="dodgerblue">"Larsek said he wanted answers by tommorrow. I suggest we come up with some. As soon as that's done, I'm going for some moisture. I don't like drying out too long if I can help it"</font>

<font color= green> (In response to Eceil) Raising an eyebrow, Jonth replies, <font color= lightgreen>Well, I don't really know why you're asking me, but Iprobably wouldn't suggest it. We can't really know if you were just attacked randomly, or by an assassin, and trying to find out would put you in more danger. Perhaps something that would be a bit of a better lead would be to investigate the two figures who were running out of the General's aprtment when you visited. I happen to have a bit of information on both of them, if you're interested. Otherwise, I have... "research" to do.</font>
With a wink at the party, Joneth returns to his room, to- surprise, surprise-work at his datapad.</font>

[ 04-28-2005, 03:08 PM: Message edited by: Dron_Cah ]

Terassk yawns, then states "I'm going to get some shut eye, today has been to freaking long," he goes to the nearest bed and promptly goes to sleep.

<font color=red>"Guess not," Keal says as he goes into the armory and picks up a pistle and a few small vibroblades,"I guess I'll work at what I can alone," and then sets up a target in the training room, while trying to make as many shoots as he can.</font>

[ 04-28-2005, 06:17 PM: Message edited by: Keal ]

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The last thing Eceil wanted to do was spend the night cooped up here. Unless he was passed out in a bar staying in one place for too long wasn’t his forte. Still, it wasn’t right to drag the others out on his trip for vengeance if they thought it was such a waste of time.
Eceil runs his hands through his hair, only to notice his scarred fingers were shaking. That sickening itch was starting to grow again in the back of his mind. He needed something to wash it away quick before the force and that scratching sensation of being sober burned sensibility and reason out of his mind. Moving as discreetly as he can Eceil heads to the kitchen (if theirs sleeping quarters I assume theirs a kitchen, right?) in search of something to drink.

Bakilas decides to get some rest and heads to his room.

[ 04-28-2005, 08:12 PM: Message edited by: shadowhound ]

<font color="dodgerblue">Te'Oma too, decides that things will be sorted by morning, and heads to his room for rest.</font>

OOC: Not sure how active I'll be this weekend guys, got some stuff to do. Just a heads up.

<font color=red> After a few feeble attempts at the target Keal turns around and just goes to bed awaiting the unknown events of the coming day</font>

<font color=yellow>Everyone besides Eceil sleeps well---he, however, finds a bottle of Corellian Whiskey, and drowns his feelings, passing out on the floor of the recreation room.

When you all wake up, by noon since you're on government pay and have no reason to be up sooner ( ;) ), you all slowly but steadily shuffle your way into the conference room to decide the day's agenda. Before you get too far into it, however, the holodisplay lights up, General Larsek's face dominating the field.</font>

<font color=white>"Hey, Te'Oma! I've been doing some research, and it seems you're a Jedi...one who's been missing for a couple of weeks. Wanna tell me what's going on, and why there's a group of unknown individuals with vehicles in the old Carracks Incorporated Center? Or why half of the records of that Center have been destroyed?"</font>

[ 04-29-2005, 11:12 PM: Message edited by: Ilander ]

<font color=green>I begin the trace immediately. ;) </font>

<font color=red> Geez, is this guy such a loser he has to wait for us to wake up this early, keal thinks to himself."It wouldn't be the best idea for you to tell him EVERYTHING Te'oma, we are supposed to keep low for a little whil remember?" Keal whispers into the noutolan's ear hole???."</font>

[ 04-29-2005, 11:19 PM: Message edited by: Keal ]

<font color= green>Joneth's eyes light up behind his datapad screen. he looks up, and gives a nod towards the door to the other memebers present. (This is obviously not including Te'Oma, as he is conversing with the general.) Without a word, he quietly gets up, and leaves the room, making it apparent he wants the others to follow him.</font>

<font color=red>Keal follows Joneth to the room</font>