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Post by Ophelia Solaris on Feb 22, 2012 11:11:27 GMT -8
Ophelia glowered as she walked briskly toward the ship, her arms folded. It would not be easy to guess that she was in her mid-twenties in standard years because she so closely resembled a recalcitrant child about to have a tantrum. That was why the Imperial soldiers withheld their distance from her. Many were not at the ship at all, but trying to find survivors from the massacre or questioning anyone that had stayed behind in the city. But she wanted absolutely nothing to do with any of the inhabitants of this horrid planet.
She continued into the ship without stopping, staring down at the nameless general so-and-so who sat trying to find all of the ships that had left before the explosion. He flinched when she spoke.
"He's a red head." She hardly paused, not waiting for his response. "A kriffing red headed Jedi—that's going to be so easy to find. Maybe if I could have at least found out he had green skin or something. Hah! A green skinned Jedi with red hair! What a karking joke!"
Her voice was rising in pitch and volume. If that stupid dog had opened up his mind to her before going berserk and that stupid Gen'Dai hadn't gotten in the way, they wouldn't have to still be on this stupid planet. Ophelia set her hands on his shoulders, squeezing tightly as she leaned in to whisper into his ear, her voice straining to stay under control.
"So you better start working faster."
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Post by Ophelia Solaris on Mar 11, 2012 15:32:58 GMT -8
Ophelia paced until she couldn’t stand it anymore. The soldiers had numbered the dead and were beginning to call in for backup before she stopped them.
“Does it look like we need more half-baked blasterbrains to do nothing around here?” She had snapped into the general’s face, and motioned sharply with the wave of a hand for them to get back to work. Twenty politicians were dead. Twenty. That did not include the myriad of casualties. There would be hell to pay for this. An officer, the kind she probably would have messed around with when she was younger, briskly made his way up to her. “This had better be good news,” she sighed, lifting her hand to massage her temples.
He coughed. “Well, we just received word from the Palace. The Emperor...” he began to stutter, knowing that this was bad news. Very bad.
“Get on with it.”
His voice grew quiet. “The Emperor was attacked by a rogue Sith.” He flinched, expecting her to explode.
“Tell me,” she cooed coyly, batting her eyelashes as she placed a hand on his chest, “Why the KARK I wasn’t told this sooner?!”
Her eyes suddenly narrowed and she was driving into his brain with her mind, paying no care to be delicate in the process. The soldier grabbed at his head, crying out in pain as she dug through his memories to find his deepest pains and fears, bringing them to the surface where they wavered, burning a hole into his mind. A few soldiers had stopped to watch, one in mid com-call as the other end of the line crackled and a metallic voice hissed in confusion ‘Krrrrcht—Could you copy that?—Over’. The sound hung in the silence between the fevered cries of the officer. Ophelia turned to her audience, pointing to the flailing welp who was now on his knees, begging for her to stop.
“I don’t like bad news. Most of all, I don’t like weaklings. Get back to kriffing work. I want the location of that Jedi in 10 standard minutes and I want to be off this rock before then. We’re going back to Coruscant.”
They stood still for a moment. Silent.
“MOVE!”
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Post by Ophelia Solaris on Mar 11, 2012 20:16:01 GMT -8
Back in the ship, Ophelia sat down away from all the idiots who were rushing around to get information or finish up last minute business outside or get the engines running. Her hands trembled. What was happening to her? It was hard enough for her to control the sporadic powers she possessed, but something was growing inside of her, dark and chaotic, and it made restraining the Force that much harder. It was like a switch had been flipped on and refused to be turned off. She clasped her hands together to make them stop, but her efforts were staunched as her body began to violently shake. Maybe it had something to do with a Sith attacking the Emperor that upset her. That has to be it, she thought and closed her eyes. The audacity. The insanity. She would find him first, take him down, and then go after that Jedi. Then something clicked.
She jumped to her feet, eyes wide as she grabbed onto the wall for support. No, that Sith couldn’t have been in league with the Jedi. It couldn’t have been a rouse so they would leave the Emperor without aid. But it was. She knew they were somehow connected; had to be. She slammed her fist into the wall.
“Fark.”
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Post by Ophelia Solaris on Jul 6, 2012 8:52:16 GMT -8
[[ I don't remember what the kark was going on in this board... Also, since I've been gone for months a little while I'm not sure if I should pick up from where I left off or time jump? ]]
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Post by Eth Erzin on Jul 6, 2012 9:09:55 GMT -8
[[ pretty sure you were investigating Marekis' little stunt on Bothawui, and you were planning on meeting up with Skeang as you both were following him? Either way, since Jeluvitas attacked the emperor and was prompty killed by Marekis, all roads lead to him. iirc. ]]
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Post by Ophelia Solaris on Jul 6, 2012 9:24:58 GMT -8
[[ Oh Lord, I thought you were saying the Emperor was dead for a minute there... I was about to go apeshit. But I get it now. I'm going to dedicate some time to reading posts and then I'll think of something to post up. ]]
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