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I have currently undertaken the task of overhauling my profile page. How you ask? By making it all Undertale-related! I don't care if it's just a phase; I've had this game for, like three days at the time of writing, and I've played through it almost four times, deriving incredible enjoyment out of each playthrough. It's such a wonderful game, and it easily joins my list of my favorite games of all time, a list inhabited only by two other games: Bastion and Transistor. Those who know me know I've clocked in, like, 3000 hours of Skyrim, but that doesn't mean it reaches the top spot; it's good fun, but it doesn't have a good story aside from the ones you make yourself. Bastion, Transistor, and now Undertale all have wonderfully written stories that I've fallen in love with, with brilliantly written characters that I can shamelessly hold up as examples of how to properly forge a good character in fiction. Undertale is such a dynamic game, and it's a fantastic experience that I enjoyed....

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AK151 @ Into the Maw: Saleucami

OOC: 24-hour extension granted to Ten. This is the second-to-last one I am willing to provide.

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AK151 @ Into the Maw: Sleheyron

The Republic operatives are able to get into position with relative ease. The Terminus Engineering headquarters is situated in an urban area, but the nearest buildings are a ways away, as if when plotting the construction for the area, they had given the massive skyscraper a wide berth. There is little in the direct vicinity of the building.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

OOC: Nym-magic.

xD

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

Nym raises his hands up in the air. "I'm not here for a fight. Besides, there's not a Mandalorian in the galaxy who wouldn't have said something in Mando'a by now."

I'm trying to reason with an old man who's threatening me with a stick, Nym thinks to himself. What the hell am I doing?

Regardless of how clearly insane this man is, however, his power is obviously considerable, and it would likely be wise to not incense him further.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

Nym takes a step back as the fire begins to rise. "The Mandalorians have been fractured for almost three years now. I'm not sure what you're talking about."

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

Nym stays cautious. Obviously whoever this is doesn't want to be disturbed. And it's likely that the attacks he's been surviving have only ceased due to this stranger's... good... graces. Best not to test him. "Forgive me," the pirate starts. "Call me Nym." He looks around, taking in the suddenly calm scenery. "The Jedi sent me here. I'm not entirely sure why."

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AK151 @ Into the Maw: Saleucami

Efforts to get ahold of shipping manifests yield no results for the operatives; it seems information is consolidated in the main headquarters, sent out to factories and then promptly erased from said factories, with all records and catalogs secure in the main facility.

Kalira's attempts to gleam information from the various recruitment sites proves fruitless as well. Recruiters are all seemingly unrelated, hired by various companies, from manufacturing, to spice refinement, to engineering, but follow similar patterns: looking primarily for cheap labor and slaves, with no prior information regarding where said labor will be sent.

Tanick is unable to do find much about the building. After some digging he discovers an old and rough layout of the place, but there's no telling how accurate it is. It does, however, mark no alternate entrances.

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AK151 @ Into the Maw: Sleheyron

The operatives and their efforts yield little in the way of results, but the effects of their threats and attempts to gleam information from the company's employees does not go unnoticed; personnel guarding the main headquarters are more alert and security surrounding any VIPs of the company is heightened.

Meanwhile, in a warehouse elsewhere on the planet, a group of men meet, ensuring that they have been as clandestine as possible. "You weren't followed?" one asks as another entered.

The man shakes his head and joins the table, looking around. "Something's going on," he says. "The manufacturing companies we've been tailing are a bit spooked, it seems. Someone's been prodding and prying. The Hutts can't keep secrets as well as they thought they could, it seems."

"We've received similar reports at Saleucami," a woman interjects. "Someone's investigating them, and following similar paths we tried taking."

One of them laughs. "Looks like we're not the only enemies the Hutts have. You think we can get in contact with this group?"

The man shakes his head. "Not until they make a move. They're good at hiding, I'll give them that. It looks like they're going after Terminus Engineering."

"Well, it certainly won't be difficult to spot when they launch an attack," the woman mutters. "Whoever these guys are, they have resources. We could use them. We all know that we can't do this alone. And if we fail, we'll all be in trouble."

There are grunts of agreement from the group. "Keep an eye on Terminus Engineering," one man, the apparent leader, commands. "When they make their move, approach them. We have the information they need. They have the manpower we need. A compromise can be struck."

The group disbands and the individual members disappear into the crowds of the planet, staking out the Terminus headquarters to wait for the Republic operatives to make their move.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

Nym stands still for a moment, both blades still out, ready for a fight. The wildlife seems to have receded, for some reason. He looks around, turning to see if there's anything else waiting to surprise him, before addressing the old man. He slowly re-couples Talon and hooks it to his belt, but doesn't drop his guard, keeping his right foot back in a cautious guard; everything else on this planet has been trying to kill him. "Who're you?"

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

Nym growls as the obstacles present themselves. What the hell is going on? The spiders attack, launching globs of something towards him. He narrowly avoids one projectile but takes another on his arm. His armor's integrity starts to drop dramatically; acid. Nym rushes forward, carving through the spiders before they can do any more damage. He has to get out of here. He separates Talon and sees what happens if he tries to carve through the stone wall that had shot up out of the ground. If any spiders show up, he prioritizes eliminating them, as they are by far the most dangerous creatures he's encountered.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

Nym grits his teeth as the path fades and the rain starts falling. His right hand is on Talon, and as the undergrowth rustles Nym darts forward, moving out of the way of whatever creature just tried to attack him. He draws his pike's blade once more, activating it and using it both as a tool to cut through the undergrowth to keep moving forward towards the temple and as a weapon to tear through the swaths of creatures attacking him. These creatures aren't as dangerous as the birds, their attacks weaker, but more numerous. His armor can hold against them for at least a decent amount of time.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

Nym waits a moment as the birds leave, catching his breath. Hopefully they'll stay away. He holsters Stinger and deactivates Talon, moving on. He sees the tracks and looks to where they lead. Hopefully the route they create is safe. With a sigh, he keeps going, following the footprints.

With the birds gone, the silence in the forest is stark, and it more than anything else is what sets Nym on edge. He tries to stay relaxed, but he can't help but feel like there's something following him. He stays sharp, ready to move and fight if more beasts decide to stop stalking and try to go for the kill.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

A swarm. Nym moves quickly, dodging and rolling to keep the beasts from completely overwhelming him. His shots are no longer warnings, and each one is able to down one of the creatures. But Stinger isn't going to work. There are too many. He draws Talon in his right hand, one blade of the Force pike extending and humming its own little tune as its vibration cell activates. With each swing he cuts through swaths of the birds, ducking and weaving to avoid their attacks, prioritizing the evasion of any moves made towards his head. His armor holds as he fights, but that fact probably won't hold for long. Hopefully they'll back off when he's killed enough of them.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

Nym draws Stinger with his left hand, the rapid-fire pistol probably a better option against the creatures. He fires a warning shot to see if he can scare them off, but gets ready to move. Now that the threat has made itself clear, their songs do nothing, and his mind is about a clear as its going to get. He's ready for battle.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

The skeletal remains put him on alert, counteracting the relaxing aura of the melodies around him. Nym reminds himself to keep his wits about him, and the pressure in the back of his mind exerts itself once more. This place feels wrong. Small wonder few people live on Tython nowadays. They'd probably go mad. He powers through the valley despite the melodies of the birds in the trees, forcing himself to ignore them. The skeletal remains are sharp images in his head, and he uses them to remind himself not to fall into a lull.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

Nym follows the road, looking around and taking in the scenery. It really is a peaceful place, on the surface. But in the back of his mind there's a strange feeling. Not necessarily oppressive. It's hard to describe. He does his best to ignore it and makes his way through the valley, the melodies of the birds helping him to relax a bit.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories: Tython

The shuttle lands softly on Tython's surface, Nym jumping out and landing lightly, despite his armor. He left Vergil on the ship, but he doesn't need him to use the suit. "Shiva, stay with the ship."

She nods as he sets out. "Do you actually know where you're going?"

He shrugs. "Nope. But hey, gotta start somewhere, I guess."

"Good luck," she says, shaking her head and having a seat against the ship. This is going to take a long time.

Nym starts walking away from the shuttle into the overgrown underbrush. Everything he's read about Tython tells him that it's not a particularly cheery place. Which probably means that he'll run into trouble at some point. His motion tracker's set up to not register any sort of lifeform unless it's above a certain size, so it's fortunately not useless. He tries to stay relaxed, however, whistling to himself to calm his nerves. Raptor was right. That actually does work pretty well.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories

"Tython," Shiva breathes, surprise in her voice.

Nym raises an eyebrow. He's only heard of the world. But are the cryptic riddles really necessary? "What will we find-"

Shiva holds up a hand, cutting him off. "Thank you, master," she says. "We will do as you instruct." She looks at Nym. "Let's go."

His shoulders slump in resignation. If he didn't trust Shiva as much as he did... They both get up, Nym inclining his head. "Thanks, I suppose. It's more than I expected."

"May the Force be with you, master," Shiva says, bowing slightly. With that, the two depart the temple, disappearing into the endless crowd.

OOC: The plot thickens, it seems...

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AK151 @ Into the Maw: Saleucami

The factories are all lightly guarded compared to the main building, boasting only a fair amount of security, as opposed to the excessive amounts present in the company's headquarters. Around a dozen guards typically guard the entrance, along with a pair of sentry turrets. There are very few alternative entry points, and they are all covered by security cameras.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories

Shiva's explaining something to him. The story of Revan, his name was. Something like that. He's not listening. The memories are hard to piece together. Rhen Var is just fragments. He had been... sent there? That was it. He had been captured. He didn't want to fight back. Didn't want to cause unnecessary bloodshed. He warned them about the attack. Granted, his presence there probably did nothing but confirm that the temple was in danger. He remembers begging them to just let him go. He tried so hard to convince him, but they were desperate. They had too many enemies, and they couldn't risk letting a dangerous one go when they had him. They gave him no choice. He made a promise.

"When will you be back?" she had asked. Not Serena, but... her. The girl. Tiny, no more than four or five. She'd be grown up by now.

He had ruffled her hair. "Not too long. I'll be back before you know I was gone."

"Promise?" he always did, and he always was. But not this time. Not this time...

His concentration is jarred as Akarab re-enters the room. He sighs. "The answer's still no, Akarab. I don't think it'll change, regardless about how long I think about it.

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AK151 @ Into the Maw: Saleucami

OOC: Sorry for the late response. Was going to post last night, but ran headlong into writer's block. I'm good now.

IC: ISB agents are unable to get much information regarding MM's outgoing shipments, as their security measures are incredibly rigorous. They are able to track employees to their places of residence, however, though it is likely that any attempts to pursue these leads will end up being fruitless.

The company's CEO is easily located, but his place of residence is highly secured; inner security is a mystery, but outer security is heavy, with at least forty well-equipped guards counted, spread throughout the grounds. Infiltration will be difficult due to the extensive amount of camera monitoring ensuring any windows or other points of entry are well-observed.

The CEO's schedule is random regarding his departure, and he never travels alone, always being accompanied by five men, with more likely lurking in the shadows and even more on stand-by in case things really get sour.

All-in-all, standard security for a spotlighted corporation in the Saleucami sector.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories

Nym paces back and forth, gritting his teeth. His skin is still silver.

"Breathe, Nym," Shiva counsels. "Getting angry isn't going to help you here."

"I know, I know," he growls. "It's just..." he sits down, rubbing his forehead, "I've never felt this helpless. I could understand the Jedi outright refusing, but this is low. Offering everything I want at the cost of everything I love - basically the reason I'm here in the first place? What the hell kind of choice is that?"

Shiva shakes her head. "I don't know. I'd say talking to the council would sway some of them, but I doubt that will work."

"I'm willing to jump through nearly as many hoops as they want," Nym says. "But this crosses a-"

Suddenly, he growls in pain, clutching his head, his eyes closing tight. He feels Shiva's hand on his shoulder and the pain subsides a bit.

"What was it this time?" she asks when he opens his eyes.

He shakes his head. "Just the damned temple again. I didn't want to fight them. I really didn't. I just wanted them to let me go. I begged them. But they wouldn't listen..."

Shiva sits back, sighing. She doesn't know what the Jedi are planning, but it's times like these she's glad she left the Order. As far as she's concerned, Nym's a good man. If the Jedi had turned him away she wouldn't be as resentful, but this is basically torture. Tempting him with what he wants at the cost of the reason he wants it. Jedi do like their games.

As she thinks, she starts to recall some of the history books she had been keen on studying in the Order. Often better company than people. Her master never liked how unsociable she was, but she always preferred reading to talking. In hindsight, not the best preference to develop. But as she thinks, she starts to recall the stories about fallen Jedi. One in particular...

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AK151 @ Couldn't resist.

The Republic of Texas will rise again!

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories

"I don't know what I expected," Nym replies, narrowing his eyes. "Mainly flat-out refusal. Either that or a few big hoops to jump through. I guess it's the latter. I appreciate the offer, but I lost my family once. I won't knowingly throw them to the wayside a second time. I don't know if a Jedi would understand."

Shiva shakes her head. Nym, as always, is too impulsive. But she understands where he's coming from. If he were given an hour, or a day, to mull the decision over, he would reach the same conclusion. But it never hurt to think. "Akarab, give us a bit of time to consider." She takes a deep breath, expecting that she'll regret what she's about to say. "And I doubt my word is worth much, but if it would help, I can vouch for the fact that if Nym were ever a Sith Lord, which is something I still find... difficult to believe... it is impossible to tell now." She glances at him for a moment. "The man he is now is likely far different from the man he was. I've seen him firsthand consistently willing to sacrifice everything, first and foremost his own life, for others." She shrugs. "Granted, I don't think my word counts for much here."

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AK151 @ Into the Maw: Sleheyron

The sewers are guarded, albeit not as heavily as the main entrance. The winding passages are labyrinthine in nature, but the Terminus guards are more than familiar with every nook and cranny. There are security cameras everywhere, and in some cases, the operatives very nearly get found out simply scouting the area. Their efforts, however, are not entirely in vain, as they are able to identify an entrance guarded by nine men, as well-equipped as the ones above, as well as a pair of sentry turrets.

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AK151 @ Loose Ends Are the Best Ends, Eh?

Plot twist: the ship IS the tracker.

xD

But no, there's no tracker. And Milos, it's so much fun being condescending.

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories

Throughout the meeting, Akarab had noticed that Nym's dull gold skin had been slowly shifting to a sickly grey. Upon hearing the news, it suddenly turns stark silver. "No," Nym says curtly.

Shiva looks quickly at him. "Nym, this is-"

"No." He stands up, taking a breath. "I want my power back. I want to be able to stand up to the Sith that will no doubt come after me. But not at the cost of losing my daughter."

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories

OOC: No worries.

IC: "You're right," Nym says, sighing. "Searching for power tends to backfire. But in this case, I don't have a choice. I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself, but I can tell you from first-hand experience that I'm nowhere near a match for a Sith Lord. I don't care about the Jedi or the Sith or these galactic power struggles. I don't want prestige or position or anything like that. All I want is the ability to protect the ones I love. I can't do that with what I have now. I wish I could, but I can't. I'd be happy to leave well enough alone otherwise."

He sits back, shaking his head. "But you're also right that I'm afraid. I'm definitely afraid. Because whether I like it or not I'm being hunted. Me and everyone close to me. I've tried to fight such hunters and I can tell you right now that I don't stand a chance."

"Take this to the council if you wish. I doubt they'll be willing to do much. But please, consider it."

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AK151 @ Trail of Memories

Nym thinks for a moment before speaking. "The memories aren't important to me. I expect they'll come back on their own, whether I want them to or not. Hell, some of them already have. The power, however..." He sighs, shaking his head. "It's not that I want it. It's that I need it. I don't remember much, but there is one thing that's definitely stark: I had... have... a family. They're being hunted right now, and so am I. At this point, I just want to live in peace away from all of this, but I can't do that as long as my entire family has a target painted on their backs."

He snorts. "It's a stupid reason, and probably sounds like an excuse to you, but it's the best I've got. I want to protect the ones I love. I can't do that with what I've got. The only way I can ever keep them safe is if I'm able to wield the power I once had." He looks up, his eyes determined. "And if I have to jump through hoops to get it back, then that's fine by me."

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AK151 @ Into the Maw: Sleheyron

The operatives are unable to get any sort of schematics on the corporation's headquarters, thanks again to Terminus' tight security.

What they are able to gather is that there is a single entry-point in the building; no windows are visible, and ventilation seems to be accomplished via several billion tiny vents littered across the building, similar to the ventilation systems of the Death Star II. Through this entry, a large durasteel gate, is a security checkpoint in which anyone entering the building goes through several different security verifications to ensure that they are not some sort of impostor. If there are any discrepancies found, the visitor is detained immediately.

The gate is very heavily guarded by two small armored walkers and three dozen men, all armed and armored with quite fancy gear. Anti-air turrets are present on the roof, as well as around the perimeter, and there is no shortage of cameras to detect any sort of trespasser. The area is a fortress, unsurprising for a world built on the backs of crime and villainy, and what lies inside is completely unknown.

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