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No death, only Wrath: The Helicarrier Chronicles

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irishfino
10.29.2012 , 04:11 PM | #131
Ahahahah!
That's what she gets.
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

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EverSteam
10.29.2012 , 04:32 PM | #132
I would like to see her and Pierce get together though...
But Quinn better not go back to her!

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Vesaniae
10.29.2012 , 05:05 PM | #133
I'd just like to say that I love the direction the story has taken. Quinn being awesome is something that I will always love to read!
Nice to see him on his own, too... He deserves better than that harpy Nalenne...
A'tro, no saying bad things about other people's characters.
*pouts*
Ahem. Anyway, keep up the awesomeness!
There's always lightning.

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bright_ephemera
10.29.2012 , 06:33 PM | #134
CHRONICLES PRESENT, 44: In which the Master extends an offer

Time period: During Master Rho's campaign


The holo brought up the familiar green-skinned Jedi.

"Lord Nalenne," he said serenely.

Nalenne hung up.

About thirty seconds later the holo chirped again. Vette made a face at Nalenne and answered.

The Jedi Kira Carsen came up. "Hey, Wrath. Uh, I meant to reach Jaesa, actually. I promise not to corrupt her to the ways of the light."

Nalenne hung up.

Pierce looked up from the Czerka-sponsored annual weapons issue of Duranium Man Adventures. "Milord, Insanity Company's been fighting that lot lately. They might have news."

Nalenne scowled, but called the Hero of Tython back.

"Make it good," she said.

"Wrath," said the Mirialan in his velvety voice. "Great matters are afoot. Sooner or later the Emperor will call you to act, and I need you to understand what you're facing."

"I seem to be facing a green Jedi with, if I remember right, terrible taste in comic-book idols."

"Byssin's the best X-folk. That's never changing."

"Forcito could cream ten Byssins at once. And did."

"That was an alternate universe. It doesn't count." Rho coughed and composed himself. "But that isn't what matters right now. We're moving against the Emperor again in self-defense. Because the Emperor plans to consume all life in the galaxy to ascend to godhood."

"Wow," said Nalenne. "That may be the coolest plan I've ever heard. You think he'd let me in on it?"

"No! Listen, he'll call you as his Wrath but he'll just be using you to protect his cultists' preparations. Then he'll kill you with the rest. Please, help us. The Emperor must be stopped."

Kira pushed into the holoframe. "And get your husband to stop calling in air strikes on us. We're just trying to help, you know."

The voice that spoke next was rich and cold and angry. "Rho! I told you not to call her!" The big handsome Sith known as Lord Scourge stormed into view, snarling. "What part of 'worse than useless' did you fail to comprehend?"

Rho gestured anxiously. "Lord Scourge, we should overcome our past differences and work together to – "

Scourge turned to look directly at Nalenne. "Wrath. Stay out of this. Drink. Fight. Indulge your legendary appetites. Continue practicing the art of irrelevance that you have raised to such infamous heights. My ally here has nothing else to – KIRA STOP POKING ME."

The holo cut out.

The holo room was silent for a few moments.

"Well," said Vette. "That was weird."

"And suspicious," said Jaesa.

"That was weird enough to make Jaesa suspicious," marveled Pierce. "Can't be good."

"Jedi clan layers deceit too thick to punch through. Sith clan should kill them all," clucked Broonmark.

"Killing them all might be smart," said Nalenne. "But I'm not exactly feeling up to anything but self-pity right now."

Vette sighed. "So we could leave the Jedi to their special brand of crazy while we go someplace nice for once?"

Nalenne wavered.

Jaesa wrung her hands. "They're threatening Quinn, master. And their infighting is worthy of investigation."

"Quinn's a big boy," said Vette. "He and his work ethic can take care of himself. Come on, retreat at the Infinite Buffet on that Manaan resort?"

"Infinite Buffet?" said Pierce. "For that I'm willing to suspend combat ops."

"Well," said Nalenne. "I wouldn't want to disregard the wisdom of the previous Wrath."
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bright_ephemera
10.29.2012 , 07:43 PM | #135
CHRONICLES PRESENT, 45: In which Quinn notes where he was and where he's going

Time period: During Master Rho's campaign


"Moff Rillins, any information whatsoever would be useful in determining the Jedi's next move."

"I'm pushing all I can, Quinn, but the Sith aren't talking. You're going to have to hunt him with the information you've got."

"The most intelligence I have came from him, and Jedi aren't known for honestly reporting the information that will lead to their own destruction."

"Yes, they are," said Moff Rillins.

Quinn blinked. "That's…actually a very good point, sir. But what little he gave me is wildly insufficient for any kind of planning."

"You found him once. I trust you can do it again." Moff Rillins gave him a warning look. "I'd do more if I could, but our Sith masters have drawn a line, and if you cross it you'll be Force choked right back into your place or further."

"I am the last person in the galaxy you need to tell that to, sir." Quinn frowned. "Thank you for your efforts. I shall do what I can."

He turned from the holo and paced back to the big galaxy map. "They're actively blocking us," he said in a quiet intense tone, scowling at the map and its utterly uninformative data points. "Even worse than the Wrath ever did. I fail to see what solution they expect me to implement unless they just want us to burn it all."

"For this we would be rewarded beyond measure," Lieutenant Hareth agreed fervently.

"That seems a touch wasteful," said Captain Rutau. "After all, we are fighting for the Empire. The Empire would probably appreciate being more than scorched rocks."

"Sissies," grumbled Lieutenant Ritter.

"I don't intend to burn it all," Quinn admitted. "It's just a figure of speech I picked up during my last assignment."

"The Wrath was good at that," Captain Pandorr said. "I met her once on Taris. Boy, she was up for any kind of destruction. Wonderful lady."

Ensign Rylon finished checking his outsize sniper rifle and looked up at Quinn. "Whatever direction we do find, sir, just say the word. We're ready to go."

Quinn half-grinned. "The sentiment is appreciated, Ensign. I must say, in some ways Insanity Company is like being dead again. Perfect focus. Nobody slows down for anything."

"High praise, sir," said Hareth.

"I'm…actually not sure I personally like being compared to being dead," round-faced Pandorr said.

"There are numerous differences," Quinn assured him. "I'm simply saying the productivity is remarkable."

"Now we just have to reach the Jedi," said Rylon.

"A difficult task," said Hareth. "His failure to die was direct defiance against the Emperor."

Quinn waved dismissively. "He can hurt. I've seen him bleed. I've seen him forced to surrender and furthermore seen my allies come through it unscathed."

Captain Pandorr spoke. "Yes, sir, but you had backup lent directly by true love."

Quinn took half a second to process that surreal announcement. Then he took another four or five half seconds for the same purpose. "Is that what they say?" he managed.

Hareth and Ritter nodded agreement while Pandorr continued. "Yes, sir. I saw how she mentioned you on Taris, sir. Besides, my old unit took a vote once, ended up agreeing it's the most plausible explanation for your…recovery?…after 'you didn't really die to begin with.'"

"Oh, I really died to begin with. I just never heard the solution phrased like that." He shook his head. "Regardless. I have all the personal resources now I did then, plus the ability to operate comms and heavy weaponry. Now we have a job to do. We will find the Jedi. We will kill him. And if death attempts to interfere again, that's death's problem."
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bright_ephemera
10.29.2012 , 08:23 PM | #136
CHRONICLES PRESENT, 46: In which Niselle is really mean, again

Time period: During Master Rho's campaign


"I seem to spend most of my time on the holo nowadays," observed Nalenne.

"Except when you're sulking in the pillow fort," said Jaesa.

"I'm really impressed with how much you've built that up," added Vette.

"Thanks," said Nalenne. "With any luck Pierce and Broonmark will be next with the next hauler-droid-load of blankets and pillows." With that, she made the next call.

"Lenny," Niselle said with an languid smile.

"Nis," said Nalenne. "Has Andronikos wandered by lately?"

"No, actually."

"Ah. He left. I thought he might have come home."

"Oh, he isn't back here." Niselle yawned. "He wanders off every few weeks. Really, the only surprise is how long he stuck it out with you." She quirked a hairless brow ridge. "Stuck it in with you. Whatever he was doing."

Nalenne pouted. "But how did…you married him, Nis. How do you stand it?"

Niselle giggled. "By not actually giving a damn about him, dear. How do you think I stand being related to you?"

"Spite."

"True. But things get very easy if you just…oh." Niselle's voice started curling luxuriously around every word. "Oh, dear. You didn't start caring for Nicky, did you?"

"What? No, of course not! He was a pretty good lay, and killer in a fight…inventive, tireless, always up for a toss, and he never once accidentally hit me when he was shooting everybody else…and he was really nice to just kick back and talk with…but no, it was just a fling. Nothing, really."

"You're a bad liar and an idiot on top of it."

"Don't tell me you don't notice this stuff."

"I do, it just doesn't mean I'd ever go out of my way for him. Or that I'd be silly enough to miss him when he disappears." Niselle smiled maliciously. "That's your problem, Lenny. You get attached. You start caring about people. You think they're worth something, you get involved, you waste effort on them. Then your natural selfishness wins through, you wreck it all, and you end up miserable and alone. You've got no one but yourself to blame." Niselle waited for a reaction, but Nalenne was busy sulking. "I'm feeling generous, so tell you what, I'll call if he comes back this way. Let you know he's all right."

"All right. Just don't give any squishy details when he does."

"No guarantees, Lenny. No guarantees." Niselle ended the call.

Nalenne settled on the couch and sulked for a while. Then she sat up. "She's wrong. Obviously. Still, why does she know everything about me?"

Lieutenant Pierce, his arms piled high with construction-grade pillows, stopped on his way across the room. "Because you're completely transparent, milord?"

"She was still way more blunt than necessary," said Vette.

"But she wasn't wrong," said Jaesa. "Still. I'm sure it isn't too late, master."

"You're trying to make me feel better," accused Nalenne.

"Well, yes."

"I'm going back to the pillow fortress."
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10.29.2012 , 08:32 PM | #137
CHRONICLES PRESENT, 47: In which Quinn makes a request

Time period: During Master Rho's campaign
...things are going to start happening after this


Nalenne almost tripped on her own feet…and the chaotic tangle of clothing, weaponry, and comic-book paraphernalia…in her rush to reach the holo and answer Quinn's call.

"You're all right?" she asked, very quickly.

He held himself at parade rest. "There is no need for personal concern, my lord," he said.

"Oh." She suddenly looked bored and her voice was conspicuously cool. "Yeah, I knew that."

"I'm sorry to disturb you," he said, "but a difficulty has arisen that I believe you may be able to help with. I have reached the limits of my authority in investigating the matter."

Nalenne gave him a hard look. "Hi, Quinn. I missed you, too."

He nodded curt acknowledgement. "Thank you, my lord. The Hero of Tython is on the move, making dire claims about certain Sith plans – the Emperor's plans. I would discount them entirely, but there has been a rash of death cult activity confirmed by my own contacts." He cast a mysterious annoyed look off camera for a moment.

"I've been thinking. I wasn't very nice to you," Nalenne said, looking annoyed.

"Something is going on, my lord, and Insanity Company lacks the resources to conclusively investigate by itself."

"Not only do I miss just being near you, I would kill to be having sex with you right now."

"I would…there are greater concerns. Every factor is in place except the answers you can uncover. The Emperor's Hand may have some insight into the goings-on of these death cults – there must be an explanation and I hope it is something more rational than 'galaxy-consuming self-glorification plan,' but knowing the Sith I cannot entirely discount the possibility."

"Is that really all you can think of to talk about?" snapped Nalenne.

"If you could rendezvous with us at Grognan Station in the next day or two…"

"You call me up out of nowhere after you just leave – without a word to me, Quinn. Without even the satisfaction of a good yelling match! – and now it's all business as usual?"

"My lord, we can talk after this is resolved, but this is urgent. If this matter does destroy the galaxy then the social niceties aren't going to matter."

"I am not a social nicety!" shrieked Nalenne.

"You can say that again," muttered Vette from the reading nook.

"Quinn, if you called for a tool, you dialed the wrong frequency." Nalenne slammed the connection shut.

Then she headed straight for the cargo bay, where Broonmark was busily concocting another iteration of the combat adrenal that had thus far managed to sustain 20-hour manic energy bursts in the humans of the crew. "Broonmark," she said, "remember how I never took you up on that Fifty Torsks in Fifty Hours hunting challenge?"

"Yes," bubbled Broonmark, his lower right eye shifting curiously.

"I need something really, really gratuitously bloody. Let's go."
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10.29.2012 , 08:58 PM | #138
CHRONICLES PRESENT, 48: In which Nalenne learns a terrible secret

Time period: During Master Rho's crusade


"Master?" called Jaesa.

Broonmark knelt on the floor in the holo room and pressed his ear, or at least some patch of fur that might involve his ear, to the ground. "Sith clan chief is hiding two-thirds of the way down the hall," he reported.

Vette looked over. "What was that?"

Broonmark grumbled wetly and pointed at the relevant portion of the pillow fort that had spread out of Nalenne's room, down the hallway, and into a significant area in the holo room.

"Master," called Jaesa, "holo for you."

"Go away," yelled Nalenne.

"Milord," said Pierce, "I'll double today's ice cream run and add another fifth of Corellian whiskey if you just come handle this one. They've been beeping all morning."

"Nice move," whispered Vette.

With a shuffling and slight thumping, Nalenne proceeded down the pillow-and-blanket tunnel and stood up at the end, dusting off her knees and scowling. "Fine."

The holo revealed Servants One and Two.

"Not talking about work," said Nalenne.

"Yes you are," said Servant One.

"The Wrath is needed," intoned Servant Two. "The general's going to get himself killed."

"The general is perfectly bloody capable. If he focused any harder on the mission it would spontaneously combust." She set her hands on her hips. "You're going to send me after the Jedi, aren't you."

"That's a very imprecise statement, Wrath," said Servant One.

"Rho. Saint Green."

"All right, yes," admitted Servant One.

"I had word from him. And from Quinn. They say that the Emperor isn't exactly on my team these days."

Servants One and Two exchanged looks. "You've been talking to Master Rho?" Servant One said nervously.

"The Wrath is disastrously misinformed," said Servant Two.

"My boss is going to blow up the galaxy," accused Nalenne.

"No, he's not," said Servant One. "He's going to finish taking over quadrant seven and then take some time to rein in the rowdier Sith back on Dromund Kaas."

"The Emperor speaks of nothing else," whined Servant Two. "The Wrath should just clear those tasks."

"Galaxy exploding! The Jedi wouldn't lie to me, you know. Or to anyone. He's too stupid."

"He's been talking to Lord Scourge," scowled Servant One.

Servant Two spat.

"Lord Scourge has had it in for the Emperor for centuries," said Servant One. "You can't believe a word he says."

"If that's the case," said Nalenne, "Rho shouldn't believe him at all. Jedi can sense this sort of deceit; if Scourge were lying I think even he would figure it out."

"Lord Scourge has an uncanny knack for convincing people of things," said Servant One. "He was actually nearly useless as Wrath for years because he did nothing but run around whispering sweet nothings to the most attractive women in the galaxy."

Servant Two glowered. "The old Wrath was even worse than you."

"That doesn't seem like the Scourge I've met," Nalenne said dubiously.

"No. The Emperor ultimately burned out his capacity for pleasure in the hopes that he would get back to his ******* job."

Nalenne shifted nervously. "He can do that?"

"Yes," said Servant One.

"Now Scourge seeks revenge. Again," said Servant Two.

"Every few decades he finds some poor Jedi dupe to launch a crusade. He talks about visions, a chosen one, blah blah, it's ridiculous. And the Jedi believes him because even after Scourge was emotionally crippled he maintained the ability to sweet-talk people. It's honestly the most obnoxious thing I've ever seen."

"The Wrath was finally fired for incorrigible backstabbing," added Servant Two.

Nalenne crossed her arms. "If the Emperor is so innocent, why did Quinn say there are fresh death cults popping up all over?"

"That I can't explain," admitted Servant One.

Servant Two coughed and looked awkward.

"Something you want to say?" said Nalenne.

"The Hand has had spare time since we stopped speaking to the Wrath," said Servant Two.

"Time for death cults!?" said Nalenne.

"Being abandoned is depressing," Servant Two said miserably. "The general won't even call us. What else is the Hand supposed to do?"

"Your best coping idea was going around starting fanatical death cults?" Servant One said incredulously.

"Yes," said Servant Two.

Nalenne glared. "So the rituals were all a false lead, the strongest Jedi Master in the galaxy has been hoodwinked by the Emperor's angry ex-employee, and I am supposed to…?"

"Stop him," said Servant One.

"You're the guys who should have vetted your employees more rigorously."

"Believe me, I know," said Servant One, scowling at her.

"Shut up," said Nalenne. "Look, even I haven't ever seen the Emperor, not in his true form. And if he ever shows himself I have this crazy impression he's going to burn the fun right out of me for bad job performance."

"That is very likely," quavered Servant Two.

"So helping him doesn't sound necessary or healthy. If the Jedi wants to have at it, that's fine by me. Why not get General Workaholic to take care of it."

"We just might," said Servant One. "You are pathetic."

Nalenne dove back into the pillow fort. "Go 'way."
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Adwynyth
10.29.2012 , 10:37 PM | #139
Rolling.

ROLLING, I TELL YOU!

Do you have any idea the amount of carpet burn that rolling on the floor, laughing that hard, can inflict?

A LOT!
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Soteirian
10.29.2012 , 11:41 PM | #140
I do love Nalenne. She's one crazy chick.

The way Andronikos walked out is so......Andronikos. It is very in character of him. Even in game he's very non-committal.

Have to give it to Nis. Kinda makes me look at her in a different light. She's nuts, but she's actually very wise and very insightful.

Servant Two - umm.......he needs help.

Bright - thank you for continuing this story. I absolutely LOVE it!!!!