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Post by erickson on Jun 6, 2007 10:06:27 GMT -5
Jenna set her carisack outside the door, and went to report in. She tugged her Imperial Medical tunic on straight, and tucked the small, floppy cap into her shoulder strap before formally rapping three times on the door.
It still felt odd, occasionally, to be reporting to an Imperial. By all rights she should be running from them. But her Master had told her many times, "The easiest place to hide is in plain sight, right in front of your enemy." Though somehow she expected his Cathar hackles would have been raised by the notion of a Jedi Knight in service to Imperial Military.
It had been the only ID the old forger had, though, an Imperial Medical Trainee. So Jenna had become Jenna Mothma of the Imperial Medical Corps. She had excelled at the training, as a Healer naturally should. Her reward had come as an assignment to a StormCommando unit and being one of the four survivors of Brentaal had won her assignment to this elite unit.
She wondered, sometimes, how long she could keep the farce up.
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Post by Morris Cutler on Jun 6, 2007 11:46:17 GMT -5
*The door hissed open and she was greeted by an oddly cheerful face. Odd because Imperials were never very cheerful. He smiled as she walked in and stood up and offered her a graceful bow.*
"Welcome Major Mothma, Medical Specialist. I am General Wood of the 195th Storm Commando Legion. This is a new role for me so you will have to forgive my joviality. I am still thrilled to have even won consideration for the job. The 195th is fast becoming a household name and the medical corps are a big reason why. I have on my desk alone over 50 applications for transfer into the 195th Medical Corps. I figure since you are one of the senior officers you could look over them for me and decide who you think would fit the bill."
*For the first time Jenna noticed a shadowy figure standing in a darkened corner of the room, and started momentarily. As it stepped foward, Wood motioned towards him.*
"I have decided to pair you up with one of my elite A.R.C, Commandos. I felt that each of our senior Medical Corps Personnel needed a protector for when you go into hot situations. Both of you are dismissed now, get back to me about those medics."
*As they walked out the door the Black-Clad figure whispered very softly,* "stay with me, keep your head low, and don't say a word till I give you the go ahead,"
*She followed him closely and once they had reached his quarters he slid the door open and beckoned her inside.*
*Once inside he ran a device over the entire room and declared it clear signalling her she was free to speak.*
"You will have to forgive the cloak and dagger stuff but you are in danger. Command is onto you and they are nosing around. My name is Captain Caeden Storm, word has it that we have one of Lord Cantley's trackers on their way here now. I have a plan for us to get out of here, but you have to be willing to trust me. Can you do that?"
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Post by Ang on Jun 6, 2007 12:27:37 GMT -5
(Sorry but LOL @ Imperial mixing with ARC. Only in freeform do you see such funnays.)
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Post by Morris Cutler on Jun 6, 2007 12:28:41 GMT -5
Indeed, though neither are real Imps mwhahaha.
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Post by erickson on Jun 10, 2007 19:46:19 GMT -5
She looked at him, trying not to panic. "And what if you're Imperial Intelligence, trying to get me to betray myself?"
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Post by Morris Cutler on Jun 10, 2007 19:55:25 GMT -5
*He patted his hip*
"We're of the same breed you and I. Stretch out and you will know what I mean."
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Post by erickson on Jun 11, 2007 0:14:36 GMT -5
Slowly, cautiously, she stretched out a thin tendril of the Force, expecting to brush against the Darkside.
Instead she found a reassuring, steady Lightside presence.
Dear Gods.... she exclaimed.
Indeed
She broke the contact saying, "OK I believe you. NOW what do I do?"
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Post by James on Jun 11, 2007 5:12:58 GMT -5
.....Eh
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Post by Morris Cutler on Jun 11, 2007 10:38:22 GMT -5
"Ok, I have a shuttle waiting in a very secure alcove, but we are looking at a good 20KM jaunt by foot to get there. I brought an extra saber in case you didn't have yours on you. You'll have to take the clothes on your back though, timing is critical. My father already said he would provide you a medic position on his ship should we make it back. I won't lie, the force needs to be on our side if we are to make it through this, but I believe in you and in myself and Master Spry teaches that Self-Belief is critical to success, but not to the point of arrogance. If you follow me we'll get out of here in a jiffy"
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Post by erickson on Jun 11, 2007 21:20:21 GMT -5
"No I havn't had one - do you think I'm crazed? Imperial agenst search crew quarters on a whim. Let's see YOUR lightsaber first - switched on."
In this she was adhering to the mistaken belief that a Sith could not use anything but a blood-red lightsaber. Later in life, she would find that it was merely a matter of preference.
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Post by Morris Cutler on Jun 11, 2007 21:37:19 GMT -5
*He slid the hilt out of his pocket and muffled the sound of the snap-hiss using the force to control it.*
*The silver blade came on, shimmering, concealed by him in the corner of the room. He handed it over to her and stood still.*
"If you feel as though I am not telling you the truth then you can strike me down now."
*he took of his helmet for the first time revealing a strikingly handsome young man, in his early twenties. His bloodline granted him that, and a strong affinity to the force. He smiled at her with and stood still.*
"Make your choice Mi'lady, believe me or kill me."
*his presence shimmered of the lightside, very pure, not marred by darkness.*
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Post by erickson on Jun 11, 2007 22:15:40 GMT -5
She weighed the hilt for a few minutes before turning it off and handing it back to him. "Only a Jedi would make such a foolish gesture," she said, "A Jedi, or someone equal stupid, equally Brightside. The Darksiders fear too much for their lives."
"Lead on, Captain Storm, if that's your name or rank. And I don't want a lightsaber, I'm better with this. " She patted the blaster that rode on HER hip.
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Post by Morris Cutler on Jun 12, 2007 6:46:20 GMT -5
"The name is right, but the rank isn't. Follow me"
*he opened the door to his closet and ushered her inside. Taking her hand he led her towards the back wall which swung open into a hollowed out tunnel. He could feel her tension as they stepped in, but he allowed his presence to reassure her. After what seemed like hours they stepped into a large cavern, where a small hyperdrive equipped shuttle was waiting.*
*He sent a mental pulse to the person inside.* -Dika get us out of here quickly-
"Come, we still have to get past the defense grid, soon enough we'll be out of here"
*as the ramp slid down, Jenna would be shocked to note that the pilot was an Ewok on dispatch from the Jedi Order. He lifted off and started rising from the cavern.*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2007 6:52:49 GMT -5
"What's the meaning of all this?" General Wood demanded as he looked up from the paperwork on his desk.
A group of four black-clad StormCommando's stood before him, their weapons slung around their necks and hanging losely over their abdomens. The trooper in the lead stepped forward. With a calculated movement, the soldier handed the General a pair of code-cylinders. Taking them, the senior officer inserted them into a reader and reviewed the top-level information.
"And these orders come straight from Imperial Command?" the General asked.
"Yes, Sir." the lead StormCommando answered.
Sighing deeply, Wood handed the cylinders back to the soldier- who quickly tucked them away.
"Very well, Colonel Thorne. You have the full cooperation of myself, and my people," the General nodded, "How can we help?"
Lieutenant-Colonel Thorne reached into a pounch on his tactical belt and produced a holo-player. He set it down on the General's desk, and thumbed a button. A small image was displayed of the target they were after.
"Our objective is the secure or neutralize this individual," the speaker on Thorne's helmet made his voice sound raspy and heavy, "We understand the target was recently seen within the confines of this base- possibly with another member of the one-hundred-and-ninety-fifth."
"Captain Caeden Storm, and Major Jenna Mothma," the General nodded. "They were in here about an hour ago. I'll have them called in-"
"No," the Colonel replied, "It's essential this be taken care of quietly- without alerting them. We'll start with quarters, then the mess hall."
"Sounds like a plan, Colonel," the General nodded, "Alright, let's not keep you here any longer. Dismissed, soldier."
After a hurried salutation, the four men exited the General's office. Two went to investigate the cafeteria, while the Colonel and the last man went to investigate the quarters. They would start with the Captain's quarters first, and then move on to the Major's.
The traitor had to be caught- whatever the cost.
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Post by erickson on Jun 14, 2007 0:00:48 GMT -5
She sat back and closed her eyes. Whatever happened now would be in the hands of Fate, sometimes called the Force. Whether she lived or died, she could not affect it. So she just, relaxed, and waited.
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