Your opinion is not necessarily mine; Your opinion is not fact; Your opinion is not absolute. Your opinion is a perspective.
For the glory of Arse!
You could always try life as a bisexual. That way you would increase your chances by a 100%!
I love cats, so I guess this means that I also love Valve? xD
Makes me wanna watch Voyager again. But its just too time consuming xD
Well, good to known you are safe then. Good luck
- Federation post card
Imperial Walkers! :P
I Denmark we pay on average about 2 dollars per Liter. A gallon is about 4 liters yes? People here would kill for your gas prices America! xD
Good to know you are still alive these days xD
The feeling is mutual Sweden!
I molested my classmates and I do it every day.
Lol. Just noticed.
In any case, I didn't make these xD
As Ori'verda lands in the ruins, there are several pathways leading underground, but they seem old, dirty and unused for a long time. Suddenly he becomes aware of large stadium-like lamps being turned on all around the clearing filling it with a sharp light.
A dozen shielded containers are revealed hidden in the piles of trash and junk as the heavily armed and armored Red Moon mercenaries inside storm out along with destroyer droids, all which open fire on Ori'verda in the ruins.
From the supposedly empty halls below him Ori'verda can hear the very familiar sound of Buzz droids.
900 meters away, on top of an large inactive garbage disposal droid, is Nunes. Laying flat on his stomach with a high caliber sniper rifle, watching the show.*
*The scans reveal several massive droids moving large piles of junk and trash around. In between them is a clearance with a small concrete structure. With a couple of heavily armed guards guarding a door.*
*On the files are several references to a dumbyard outside the city.
However local law enforcement is now crawling all over the place and several gunships are circling the area. A perimeter is being set up around the building while ships in orbit scans the entire sector*
OOC: Wasn't sure if I was restrained or not xD
*Almost instinctively the man tries to get out of the chair, despite being more or less futile due to the restraints. As he looks at the knife he starts to panic again.
"Alright! I'll tell you what I know!.. There's a rumor that Nunes and the Demon of Iego are one and the same, and that the Demon of Iego have a secret hideout below a large dumpyard outside the city. If they really are the same, my guess would be that you'd find him there.
Thats all I know, I swear!"*
*He calms down a bit and says;"Even if I did know anything, I'm a dead man for telling you. So why should I?" *
*The thug is looking around, half panicking and confused.
"I don... I don't know anything.." He manages to mutter.*
Nunes walks down a hall while whistling cheerfully. He enters a room filled with monitors and a few security guards. Many of the screens where dedicated to monitoring the rich and powerful on Iego, especially other politicians.
"Whats the status on our Mandalorian friend who has been asking around for me. Did group two take care of it yet?" He ask one of the security personal.
"Uhm, no sir. He escaped on his ship before the second team had a chance to shoot it." the man nervously replies.
"What do you mean they didn't shoot!? All they had to do was follow the Mandalorian once he escaped, to his ship and open fire on it. I payed good money for those rocket launchers!" He says, as he starts to get a little red headed.
"Sorry sir, but the team reports it was cloaked and that it all happened so very fast they didn't have a chance to do anything."
"Don't make excuses for them. Just because it is cloaked doesn't mean it isn't there. All they had to do was aim at where the Mandalorian seemingly disappears, pull the trigger and watch the fireworks! Incompetent fools." Nunes sighs and thinks for a moment. "Ahh well, I guess it is my fault for bothering with theatrics and fake assassination attempts. First off, get some screens up from my hidden cameras in the office building and get the Red Moon on the comm. I'm calling in a favor..."
At the office building, Ori'verda would soon hear a rolling sound from both in front and behind him, and the sound of them deploying and raising shields. In the silence the distinct clacking sounds of their fleet on the floor filled the air.*
*The hooded man chuckles lightly. "Well that certainly was entertaining! Although I had hoped for something that lasted a bit longer. And for that friend of yours to join in of course. But I guess he is probably out to find me by other means." He says as he lowers the hood and reveals his face.
"I'm sure he'll find what he is looking for though. Anyway, no time for fun these days I'm afraid. I have an election to win!" He says and chuckles lightly once more.
"Oh, and before I forget. Welcome to Iego! Sadly I may have strapped myself with a bomb as you can see. Hope you've had a pleasant stay!" He says with a large grin on his face which disappears as the figure turns out to be a droid with a poison gas device attacked to it, and the hologram projecting Golrin Nunes shuts down.
Outside the establishment, a warning sign had been out up. - WARNING. GAS LEAKAGE. -
The timer counts down from 5...4..
*Before long, a group of of Red Moon thugs enters the establishment where the Mandalorian is located. Among them a man in a hooded cloak, hiding his face. People in the bar senses what is happening and clears out surprisingly fast. Almost like it was something they'd practiced or done many times.
The hooded man sits down on a chair in the middle of the room. The Red Moon thugs give him a look for a sign of permission, and as the man nods slightly one of the thugs shout; "Grap'im boys!" and they run towards the Mandalorian.*
I miss this guy :(
*Accompanied by the dog like animal, Malan walked out of the castle and continued down to his Starfighter. Lucky had it prepped and ready. The creature stopped some distance away from the starfighter and Malan climbed in, entered new co-ordinates into the Nav-computer and returned to Federation space.*
*Malan was not sure if he was relieved or disappointed. No matter, it was not his concern. As the mandalorian offered him back the case he refused,
"Keep it, one day it may yet interest you, for the thing about chaos, it is beholden to no one and may one day set foot upon Mandalore. But then again, I'll leave the dull philosophies to old men and the Jedi.
So long Mandalorian, and thank you for your time.
Oh, and since you and I have some unresolved issues, lets hope we do not meet a third time shall we" Malan says, as he prepares to leave.*
"Let me start over then.
The Nexus Enclave was created in the shadow of the Cold War by a group of people coming together from many different factions and species from all over the galaxy. They had all come to the conclusion that what was needed in the galaxy, was not another Republic or Empire, but an Organisation working in the shadows to preserve Civilization and hold Chaos at bay in times of conflict, be it war or politics.
It has many purposes and missions, you, just as myself, will only belongs to a very small part of that. You would become an operative to help the Order maintain a certain amount of influence within the various factions and be at disposal for any operations that may take place in whatever section of the galaxy you may be in.
As for the greater good, that is my term, how I myself define my own role inside the organization. The official goal of the organisation is as I've said, to maintain order. This galaxy have been in almost constant for a century or more, engulfed in chaos.
I hope this clarifies the subject for you. I cannot tell you anymore for that is all I know. As you can imagine, the Enclave is not privy to share its secrets. As with me, you will only know that which they believe you need to know."
Malan takes another sip of his drink.*
*"Inside the box, you'll find information and instructions regarding a recruitment into the Nexus Enclave. You have probably heard of it before. And just for the sake of getting it out of the way, no, it is not a terrorist organization. Merely a faction interesting on maintaining a certain degree of order in the galaxy.
This box that you have been given, is a one time offer only and with it comes no entitlements or promises. Only serving what this order considers part of the greater good. The oaths that you are required to take are very committing and breaking them means a termination of the contract.
Also, it should be noted that at times you can be asked to act against the Mandalorian people, even your own clan. To sum it up, this is a choice between that which you have fought for your whole life, which you to some extend may continue to do, or stepping up and fight for the whole galaxy and the sentients that live in it whenever the order calls. Be it Mandalorian, Federation, Imperial or Hutt."
Malan paused and took a sip of his drink. He had no idea what it was, but it wasn't as bad as he thought.*
"If it isn't to much trouble, I'd like that."
What an ugly animal he thought to himself as he saw the pet and tried to ignore the smell.
From inside his coat he now took the package that he'd taken with him, he unpacked it and revealed a black metal case with a series of engravings on it and a symbol. The symbol representing the Nexus Enclave, with the phrase; "Knowledge is power" below it. The case was sealed with a DNA and voice recognition lock.
Malan placed it on the table front of Ori'verda.*
OOC: Fyi, already told Ori, but everyone else might know as well. I really don't like others taking away narrative control from my own character, at least without asking. Anyway, moving on.
*As he spotted Ori'verda on the balcony he stood still and studied the Mandalorian for a moment and then spoke out loud; "Greetings Mandalorian, I presume you are the one named Ori'verda? I have come a long way to speak with you. If you can spare some of your time that is."
He wasn't usually so polite, but his orders were VERY specific. Whoever gave him the orders probably knew of his "Gungan mouth", as his father would say... Now there's a man he hadn't even been thinking of for a long time. Before the Mandalorian would notice,he put the thought to rest and silently awaited an answer.*
I'm glad I can serve as your inspiration xD
Truly a dream of mine. :P
Didn't you technically lose? xD