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  1. Mid Samekh

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    "Cheerful." Mid muttered to himself. His new gunship, the 'Sanctus', wove through the field of asteroids, moons and destroyed ships. He stood in the cockpit behind his two pilots, staring out of the view-port at the debris. How many ships were destroyed here? Dozens? Hundreds? It looked like a graveyard around Iego and its primary moon, Millius Prime. That was their destination.

    He leaned over and fiddled with a few buttons on the center console, bringing up the holonet to broadcast a song through the entire ship. Not only was this an excuse for Mid to try out an album he got on Randon, but it was a precaution in case the Angels of Millius Prime got curious. Their singing was said to put spacers in a trance and cause them to accidentally crash. If the graveyard in front of them was any indication those stories were true. Mid just hoped that the stories of their peaceful nature was also true. They were sent to negotiate with the leader of the Angels to provide a means to travel through the field of moons, asteroids and other hazardous objects floating around Iego. He was dead set on securing this path with the least violence possible. Though he was ready in case it came to that

    As always he was fully geared up, with his crossguard lightsabers hanging from his hips next to his pistols. His knife was behind his back on his belt and his Lanvarok was on his right arm. But he made sure to not load a blade in it or prime the pistols. He was putting a lot of faith in the stories of spacers and half-complete imperial records, but if the records of their appearance was true then meeting these angels could be considered nothing short of a blessing of the Force itself.

    He turned and walked back to the recreational area of his ship and took a seat along with his two companions for the mission. They were unfamiliar to him, but he did some reading up. One was a noble from Serenno, the other was a Pantoran with a rather conflicted past. He could only hope that these two would be able to keep a level head and not do anything to provoke these Angels...and that these Angels' curiosity would not cause any issues.

    "Alright let's try to be on our best behaviour. These Angels are said to be peaceful but curious. If they seem interested in you or your possessions, just make sure that they don't injure themselves. We need this pathway." Mid gave a quick rundown of the situation. Hopefully the promise of remaining neutral and unhindered would be enough to sway these creatures.

    The Sanctus glided through the debris, its shields making sure to repel any harmful debris from the asteroids or destroyed ships as they made their way towards Millius Prime.

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  2. Sarla Malvern

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    She was relaxing in her chair reading a book, it was called the A Sith and a Jedi, the book was about a Jedi who became seduced by a Sith. The problem was she would not come across to the dark side, and he would not go to the light side of the force. As a result, he ended up killing her, as he could bare some else doing it, as they would eventually. As the light is weak and so was she. The book was quite nice, and with a good story to it, don't go to the light side, it will kill you with weakness. As she finished the book, she heard @Mid Samekh speaking about this planet they coming too. He recommends not hurting people who try and steal her stuff, she was not overly happy with that idea, she liked her stuff, that is why it was her stuff. She looked up at him and said Erm could you explain that, as I think miss heard you. They like our possession, I should not stop them? She wanted this clarifying as if it was true, she was taking fewer things down with her. As she did not want to lose her stuff, and not stop them from taking it.
     
  3. Irolia Shen

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    For once was Irolia not reading, but actually, half sleeping on one of the sides of the recreational area's couch. She was leaning up against where the first part of the sofa would merge with the rest of it. Her droid sat on the back of the sofa by her side and was on powered down to save its power. Original she didn't even plan on sleeping on another person's couch, but it was rather soft and before she knew it, she was sleeping.

    The sudden blasting of music made her whole body jump a bit just from the shock alone. Parrot, her little bibliomech powered up in an instant like its owner woke and looked down at Irolia, beeping exciting. "Ugh... seriously? I was having such a nice nap" complained the blue alien with her left arm pulled over her eyes to block out the sharp light from the ceiling.

    When Mid came into the recreational area and started talking, Irolia moved a bit of her arm, just enough, so her right eye could look over at Mid. She waved her hand nonchalantly "yea yea, be nice to the locals and don't stab them, unless they're being mean" said the blue Sith and sat up. She yawned a bit. Man, she really needed that nap, her sleeping habits have gone really to shab for the last couple of weeks. Never-the-less, Irolia still rose from her comfy spot on the sofa, cracked her back and neck a couple of times and went to get herself some water. Other than her lightsaber hanging by her hip in a belt-clip, besides her lightsaber, had Irolia also brought her "Quickdraw" Blaster Pistol. Hey, you never knew. Lastly, she had her Sith armour on as she always felt naked without it, a sort of Mandalorian mindset when it came to armour.


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  4. Mid Samekh

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    Mid collapsed into a seat and took his helmet off, running his hand over his face. Sarla was first to speak up, followed by the Pantoran. "I'm not saying you should let them run away with your stuff. That would be disastrous. But if they get curious about your commlink, helmet or something else, let them look at it. Just make sure thy don't harm themselves. They're supposedly curious creatures and they have information we need. So as miss Irolia said: just be nice and don't stab them." Mid spoke calmly. He understood where the Angels were coming from. He's a lot like them when it came to curiosity. Hell, his ship was brand new and already there were files upon files of info of various cultures, traditions and other knowledge on it.

    The flight would still take half an hour before they reached their destination. Mid used this time to page around on his datapad and work on logistics for the meeting, making sure everything was where it needed to be. Movement through a viewport caught his eye and he followed. He walked back to the cockpit to look outside. "I think you two might want to see this." he called out to the two sith. His eyes were wide as he stared out the window. All around the ship were bizarre creatures flying without any pressurized gear or anything to protect them from the void, yet it seemed as if they weren't bothered at all. Their pale eyes were looking all over the vessel, but they kept their distance. They most likely noticed the shields protecting the ship from debris.

    One of them hovered in front of the cockpit and motioned to follow before flying off to the planet's biggest moon. "So the stories are true." Mid muttered. The stories weren't exaggerating. They were a sight to behold and their ability to glow as well as fly in the void of space raised many questions in Mid's mind. This journey might prove to be quite an experience. He looked at the pilots who seemed to be in the same state of astonishment as him. "Are you two going to follow or what?" he spoke sternly. They both snapped out of their state and moved the ship to follow the angel through the debris. "There's our destination. Millius Prime. Let's prepare for landing." he turned and made his way back to the recreational area.

    The ship would be touching down in the next few minutes and the 3 sith would be met by the leader of these Angels. Mid could hardly wait.

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  5. Sarla Malvern

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    Sarla looked at @Irolia Shen as she said sure be nice to nobles, she got it. Sarla was not convinced, being nice was all well and good. Though she did not like the idea, she would go along with it, as best as possible. Though she was not happy with the idea, to say the least. She then looked at @Mid Samekh, and then said wearily As long as they keep their hands to themselves. She did not like strangers coming up, and poking her, and her stuff. She really did not, she liked her boundaries, that was why she had bodyguards. To keep people getting close to her, as they might be carrying a blade or something. She liked people getting close to her, if she knew them and trusted them.

    She then got up and prepared for landing, she secured all of her personal belongings on her. She did not like the idea, of people getting to gawk at her stuff. Though she would be flanked by a couple of bodyguards to help prevent this. She really did not like what he was asking of her, let them look.

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  6. Irolia Shen

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    Irolia walked nonchalantly from the recreational area, still holding the glass of water and showed up in the cockpit. The blue alien was glad she wasn't in the middle of drinking when she looked out the cockpit's window. A strange creature like beings flew outside... in space... matching the ships speed. Had Irolia been in the middle of drinking her water, had she spit it all out, hitting Mid in the neck. "What the hack... those are the beings we are going to meet?" Asked Irolia, walking closer to the pilot seats, to get a better look. Now Irolia got very curious about their mission, maybe she would be able to gather information from the aliens about their ability to survive and fly in space.

    As Mid sternly told the pilots to get a move on, Irolia turned around and went back to the recreational area. The last part to the Moon would not take long and with Parrot on her shoulder, securing her weapons, Irolia was ready for a touchdown. The Angelic looking being the ship had followed, disappeared through a thick chain of clouds. The moment the ship passed through, the whole area came into view.

    A crowd of roughly the same looking beings, the beautiful people of Millius Prime looked at the landing ship with awe and curiosity. As the ramp went down, the angelic people on the surface, got closer, some of the younger ones, flew up to inspect many parts of the exterior of the ship. Irolia looked at her droid Parrot, which beeped excited, making Irolia smile warmly to her little droid. If Walking down the ramp, she looked around. First the people of the planet, they looked very much like the one they saw in space, but then she looked around the area. The first thought to mind was peaceful, a bit too peaceful for her liking, but maybe that's just to the fault of a lifetime of action, danger, death and war.


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    Iego. The system seemed more of a graveyard than a heaven. Silent lights, in a vaguely human form, glided wistfully about the ship on it's lonely approach to Millius Prime, navigating through the bones of old starships, and the occasional corpse drifting alone through the vacuum of space. The ghostly lights nearly as eerie as the mournful song that accompanied them. It was not a song that carried through the air on the Sanctus, but rather one that echoed from the back of it's crew and passengers' minds. The song was like a sad memory, it felt familiar, like those who listened knew it somehow, as if remembered vaguely from a childhood.

    It would send a chill down their spines, and would begin to dull their minds and senses, giving a dreamlike feeling, as those of weaker wills wouldn't be able to help but follow the lights, as if leading them to an afterlife.

    Afterlife indeed. To those of stronger will, the song's intoxication would feel the nightmarish sensation beneath that dreamlike veil. A trick of the Force, or perhaps... something else. To most, the rock song from the Sanctus' speakers would be all but drowned out by the ghostly siren song, but to those that could keep their presence of mind, they would hear the speakers' haunting distortion as the Sanctus' lights and electrical systems flickered, seemingly threatening to go completely dark, cold, and silent at any moment. It would look as if they were about to join this graveyard of ships, but then the alien lights outside the ship fluttered away, and the song dissipated, pulling the crew back to their senses, just before colliding with a derelict hull in a dangerous patch of debris.

    The Sanctus came to an abrupt stop and made an akward lurch as the pilot made a last moment maneuver to avoid an untimely end their voyage, while the shields and electrical systems came back online and normalized. Now, a single one of those light beings floated beyond the ship, seemingly beckoning to those aboard. Looking directly at the beings was difficult, the light radiating from them nearly blinding. One could make out the edges of what was perhaps six wings protruding from their shining auras, waving or fluttering lazily in space. Now this one seemed to take shape, a squinting onlooker would make out a glowing young man, with curled hair and skin of bronze, carved like a priceless statue. Indeed, he held a warm smile and beckoned the ship to follow.

    He led the Sanctus through the astral graves to the Moon of Angles below. When they finally landed, the Sith would find themselves soaring over a massive gardened, golden city, adorning the cliffs and golden shores, a warm orange dusk filling the air and sky. A stark contrast to the world's exterior.

    The Sith would feel the Force in this place. The Force felt old here, somehow. Built upon a mountain overlooking the grand city, was a palace surrounded by clouds. A palace worthy of gods, or the Dark Lords of the Sith. The Sanctus had landed on a platform, like a ledge hanging over the clouds below, jutting out from the center of this palace. Before the ship, the angel who had led them here landed gracefully, between them and the entrance. He stood, his height that which would tower over a normal man, his wings resting behind him, and his hands upon a weapon the size of a man, with it's head -perhaps a 45 pound hammer- resting upon the ground in front of his feet. He stood silently, awaiting the Sith, his face and mind betraying no signs of his intent.

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  8. Mid Samekh

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    The ship lurched as it collided with a piece of debris, causing anything not bolted down to fall over, the crew included. Mid got back on his feet and slapped each pilot over the head. "This is a new ship dammit!" he scolded them. And his concerns were legitimate. The ship was brand spanking new and already it suffered a heavy blow to its systems. At least the shields held up.

    A single Angel hovered in front of the ship, causing Mid to squint and cover his eyes. It gestured to follow and Mid expected his crew to do exactly that. He returned to the women in the recreational area. "Alright never mind. Humour them if you have to but be on guard. We won't make a first move but if we have to defend ourselves so be it." he spoke irritably and sternly.

    The ship finally touched down and the ramp lowered. Mid stood at the top, his helmet under his right arm and his left hand lazily resting on the hilt of his lightsaber. Not a threatening pose, simply out of habit. Though when his eyes met that hammer he not only erected a mental barrier to lock anyone out of his mind, he drew upon the force as well. He would be prepared to fight if he had to, but for the moment he made sure to not make any movements or gestures to show that he was hostile. He calmly walked down the ramp and stopped a meter or two away from the angel, giving him a small bow. "Greetings, good sir. My name is Mid Samekh, crusader of the Sith Empire and Priest of the Church of the Sith. I must say it is an absolute pleasure to meet you and your kind in person." his voice was clear, professional and polite. While he could not read the angel, he could read soldiers. And this one was most certainly a soldier...and a skeptical one judging by the massive hammer at the ready and his effort to hide his thoughts and intentions.

    He was big, easily towering over any normal person and clearly quite intimidating...but so was Mid. Sure this angel as big but Mid wasn't exactly small. He stood tall and stalwart, a small smile on his lips as he looked at the warrior angel. Hopefully things didn't come to blows before negotiations even started.

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