The Brig
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Arty Orspach
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The Brig
A Place for Prisoners. Inmates were contained by forcefields, there were two armed guards monitoring the area constantly.
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Arty Orspach
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Re: The Brig
The burn had not quite completely healed. Lightsaber wounds were tricky like that, ones to the face were even more fun. The Jedi Guardian got up off the floor after his morning workout ritual, that begun the day he was imprisoned in here, that day. That day that seemed so far away and yet so close. That was a moment he will not soon forget, the tip of the masked Sith's red blade burning his flesh as it sliced from his cheek to just above his right eye, any closer and the eye would have been gone.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked to the guards, having their coffee but keeping a watchful eye on their Jedi prisoner. He shook his head and lifted the access panel on his prosthetic wrist and one minor adjustment on the project that had taken two weeks to complete. Well in fairness it was less than two weeks, to do the mechanical work but he needed to build his physical strength if he was going to do what he had planned.
He smiled widely at the guards and waved to them as he closed the access panel on his wrist.
"Such a fine morning, letting me out of here yet?"
The guards ignored his remark, the one he had made every single day since arriving just to annoy them. He chuckled and grabbed the rubber mat that lay in front of the refresher. He walked towards the forcefield and set it down to his left facing the wall. This is something he had done since day one as well and was part of his post work out stretches...or so the guards thought. He faced the wall but instead of bending backwards to touch the floor he raised his robotic right arm and punched at the wall with all of his might. The guards immediately heard the noise and stood up, but not before the now dented panel was ripped from the wall and discarded on the floor next to him.
Arty then turned to look at both of the guards who were far from pleased. One of the guards raised his weapon at the forcefield and prepared to lower the forcefield to stun and subdue the Jedi occupant. Arty however, had a different plan, there was a muffled snap-hiss as a blue lighsaber blade shot out of the storage lockers and flew towards both guards in a lateral arc, cutting through them. The lightsaber extinguished and hung in the air as both guards fell to the floor in pieces.
Arty then turned to the wall, both feet on the rubber and shoved his robotic arm in the new hole and ripped out the control module for the forcefield which abruptly collapsed.
"Now now boys, sorry about that, but I've got a kriffing Sith to kill and you were in my way."
His lightsaber flew into his hand and he clipped it to his utility belt, he called his black cloak from the locker and draped it over his shoulders. He picked up both of their rifles and strapped them together and slung them over his shoulders and sensed someone...
He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked to the guards, having their coffee but keeping a watchful eye on their Jedi prisoner. He shook his head and lifted the access panel on his prosthetic wrist and one minor adjustment on the project that had taken two weeks to complete. Well in fairness it was less than two weeks, to do the mechanical work but he needed to build his physical strength if he was going to do what he had planned.
He smiled widely at the guards and waved to them as he closed the access panel on his wrist.
"Such a fine morning, letting me out of here yet?"
The guards ignored his remark, the one he had made every single day since arriving just to annoy them. He chuckled and grabbed the rubber mat that lay in front of the refresher. He walked towards the forcefield and set it down to his left facing the wall. This is something he had done since day one as well and was part of his post work out stretches...or so the guards thought. He faced the wall but instead of bending backwards to touch the floor he raised his robotic right arm and punched at the wall with all of his might. The guards immediately heard the noise and stood up, but not before the now dented panel was ripped from the wall and discarded on the floor next to him.
Arty then turned to look at both of the guards who were far from pleased. One of the guards raised his weapon at the forcefield and prepared to lower the forcefield to stun and subdue the Jedi occupant. Arty however, had a different plan, there was a muffled snap-hiss as a blue lighsaber blade shot out of the storage lockers and flew towards both guards in a lateral arc, cutting through them. The lightsaber extinguished and hung in the air as both guards fell to the floor in pieces.
Arty then turned to the wall, both feet on the rubber and shoved his robotic arm in the new hole and ripped out the control module for the forcefield which abruptly collapsed.
"Now now boys, sorry about that, but I've got a kriffing Sith to kill and you were in my way."
His lightsaber flew into his hand and he clipped it to his utility belt, he called his black cloak from the locker and draped it over his shoulders. He picked up both of their rifles and strapped them together and slung them over his shoulders and sensed someone...
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Erril Winterhold
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Re: The Brig
Only one stop had been made on the way to the brig. Erril had found the quartermaster on deck 9 to be a very agreeable man once he saw the level of clearance that came up when his sharp-eyed visitor scanned his credential. And of course, Erril was no child of Kaytren, but he could nudge the occasional mind into a readier state of compliance as well. Leaving the supply closet, the auspiciously dressed agent stalked purposefully down the halls of the Crusader with a hardened carry case. Inside it were a uniform slightly too large for Erril, and a change of civilian clothes that would fit him just fine. He was making things up as he went, but he knew the archetype of the story well by now.
In the lower levels of the ship, Erril made his way to a point he’d taken note of earlier and let himself into the brig. Several blocks were indeed unused at the moment, but as he rounded the corner into Block 5, his eyes fell on two guards, and he smirked internally. Those two might be useful.
Already concocting a convincing story in his head, Erril tightened up his authoritative stride and was just about to hail one of the guards when he heard a commotion inside one of the cells and stopped. It appeared the inmate in the cell was making a stink of themselves, but as the guards prepared to drop the forcefield and deal with the issue, Erril heard a rattling sound in the bulkhead locker next to him. A blue lightsaber blade stabbed out of the locker’s door mere inches from Erril, and then squirmed out of it’s own exit wound and spiraled down the corridor to dice both of the guards. A moment later, the forceshield did drop, and a familiar figure stepped out of the cell to police the various weapons and make a remark to the corpses.
Erril stood in silence, shaking his head. This was the fruits of his labor – the product of all the advanced training, diverse experiences, and generations of sage wisdom he had ever managed to muster and impart to his student. A graceless, often tactless mass of a man who never let finesse stand in the way of doing something the obvious way. A true survivor, if ever Erril had met one. An ember glow of pride burned in the elder Jedi’s chest as he regarded his once-pupil whom he now called brother, but it didn’t stop his from crossing his arms firmly over the same chest and glaring as Arty’s eyes finally came alert and turned to him.
”Must you always?”
In the lower levels of the ship, Erril made his way to a point he’d taken note of earlier and let himself into the brig. Several blocks were indeed unused at the moment, but as he rounded the corner into Block 5, his eyes fell on two guards, and he smirked internally. Those two might be useful.
Already concocting a convincing story in his head, Erril tightened up his authoritative stride and was just about to hail one of the guards when he heard a commotion inside one of the cells and stopped. It appeared the inmate in the cell was making a stink of themselves, but as the guards prepared to drop the forcefield and deal with the issue, Erril heard a rattling sound in the bulkhead locker next to him. A blue lightsaber blade stabbed out of the locker’s door mere inches from Erril, and then squirmed out of it’s own exit wound and spiraled down the corridor to dice both of the guards. A moment later, the forceshield did drop, and a familiar figure stepped out of the cell to police the various weapons and make a remark to the corpses.
Erril stood in silence, shaking his head. This was the fruits of his labor – the product of all the advanced training, diverse experiences, and generations of sage wisdom he had ever managed to muster and impart to his student. A graceless, often tactless mass of a man who never let finesse stand in the way of doing something the obvious way. A true survivor, if ever Erril had met one. An ember glow of pride burned in the elder Jedi’s chest as he regarded his once-pupil whom he now called brother, but it didn’t stop his from crossing his arms firmly over the same chest and glaring as Arty’s eyes finally came alert and turned to him.
”Must you always?”
The Force is my ally, in the quiet times and the trials. The Force is my ally. I will not falter.
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Arty Orspach
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Re: The Brig
Arty's head snapped over to meet Erril. The Jedi Knight and former pupil of Erril was a little less worse for ware than his former master and friend, as he had spent the last two weeks straight training. His muscle tone was beginning to return and what he lacked in raw strength, the force would make up for. He offered a wry smile to Erril.
"They just went all to pieces on me, but I believe they had some coffee brewing..."
He motioned to the corpses and their assorted parts now on the floor.
"Of course I must, cleaning up after the council's mistakes is a full time job for the Jedi Guardian."
His eyes narrowed slightly, but in a friendly way.
"Whose idea was it to put little Mr. Junior Palpatine in the archives? I'm really curious about that one master. I'm also curious as to what exactly your plan is? Me, I'm going to go kill the Sith, you can tag along if you want."
Arty unhooked one of the rifles on his back and tossed it to Erril.
"They just went all to pieces on me, but I believe they had some coffee brewing..."
He motioned to the corpses and their assorted parts now on the floor.
"Of course I must, cleaning up after the council's mistakes is a full time job for the Jedi Guardian."
His eyes narrowed slightly, but in a friendly way.
"Whose idea was it to put little Mr. Junior Palpatine in the archives? I'm really curious about that one master. I'm also curious as to what exactly your plan is? Me, I'm going to go kill the Sith, you can tag along if you want."
Arty unhooked one of the rifles on his back and tossed it to Erril.
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Erril Winterhold
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Re: The Brig
The elder Jedi quirked a grin as he approached glancing at the steaming coffee on a counter in the corner. The next words that came from Arty gave him more pause, however, and his brain turned it over a cycle as he considered it’s merit. But he ultimately gave an internal shrug, and caught the rifle that Arty tossed him, slinging it over his own shoulder before reaching up to pull the other Jedi into a stiff hug.
”Stay your hand a moment Brother – it’s good to see you!”
Erril paused and moment, letting go of the larger Jedi and glancing down at the violence at their feet. His eyes appraised Arty’s condition on their way back up, but they finally found his eyes, and the sharpness in them edged purposefully. ”We did put Johnathon in Archive – I put him there. I voted in favor of it. And he might have been fine there if things hadn’t changed, or we may have dealt with him before he took hold of the republic… But things did change. And because of that the stakes are higher now. I’m glad you’re in fighting form, but Johnathon’s not our prey right now.”
Moving to the counter where the coffee still lay steaming alone, Erril planted his hard case there and opened it, tossing Arty the uniform inside. ”Grab and helmet and a pair of gloves from one of the guards too. We can move in the open this way.”
Erril flicked his wrist and summoned the guards’ sidearms from the floor as well – they settled into the hard case as he closed it. ”What you know already, if I’m presuming correctly from the incident report I ready half an hour ago, is that Johnathon is here, he’s a full-fledged sociopath who wants… Well, you said it pretty well, Palpatine Jr. – but with a better PR agent to say the least. I’m sure he made you some kind of offer as well at which point you tried to kill him and got what was coming to you–”
As he spoke, Erril snapped open the rifle in his hands and checked the photon array in the breech, just to be sure he knew what sort of rifle was in his hands.
”–But here’s what you may not know yet. Ashlin’s here too, and awake, as are… if my guess is accurate, probably about two thirds of the Jedi we stored in module 4 on the Homeward. We three are the only ones they’ve thawed so far. And Arty–“
Erril snapped the breech of the rifle shut.
“–the whole color guard is here, all ten of them. They’ve been stationed to guard the carbon storage where the rest of us are being kept. We can either kill Johnathon and his apprentice and then hightail it off the ship before the rest of the crew can slot us, or we can plan a little more carefully in concert with Ashlin and get all of the carbon slabs off the ship as well. What’s your preference?”
”Stay your hand a moment Brother – it’s good to see you!”
Erril paused and moment, letting go of the larger Jedi and glancing down at the violence at their feet. His eyes appraised Arty’s condition on their way back up, but they finally found his eyes, and the sharpness in them edged purposefully. ”We did put Johnathon in Archive – I put him there. I voted in favor of it. And he might have been fine there if things hadn’t changed, or we may have dealt with him before he took hold of the republic… But things did change. And because of that the stakes are higher now. I’m glad you’re in fighting form, but Johnathon’s not our prey right now.”
Moving to the counter where the coffee still lay steaming alone, Erril planted his hard case there and opened it, tossing Arty the uniform inside. ”Grab and helmet and a pair of gloves from one of the guards too. We can move in the open this way.”
Erril flicked his wrist and summoned the guards’ sidearms from the floor as well – they settled into the hard case as he closed it. ”What you know already, if I’m presuming correctly from the incident report I ready half an hour ago, is that Johnathon is here, he’s a full-fledged sociopath who wants… Well, you said it pretty well, Palpatine Jr. – but with a better PR agent to say the least. I’m sure he made you some kind of offer as well at which point you tried to kill him and got what was coming to you–”
As he spoke, Erril snapped open the rifle in his hands and checked the photon array in the breech, just to be sure he knew what sort of rifle was in his hands.
”–But here’s what you may not know yet. Ashlin’s here too, and awake, as are… if my guess is accurate, probably about two thirds of the Jedi we stored in module 4 on the Homeward. We three are the only ones they’ve thawed so far. And Arty–“
Erril snapped the breech of the rifle shut.
“–the whole color guard is here, all ten of them. They’ve been stationed to guard the carbon storage where the rest of us are being kept. We can either kill Johnathon and his apprentice and then hightail it off the ship before the rest of the crew can slot us, or we can plan a little more carefully in concert with Ashlin and get all of the carbon slabs off the ship as well. What’s your preference?”
The Force is my ally, in the quiet times and the trials. The Force is my ally. I will not falter.
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Arty Orspach
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Re: The Brig
Arty of course embraced his former master and friend. It was good to see him even if he had only one thought on his mind at the moment and that was the destruction of this ship and Johnathon Lynd. It was good to take a breather, it was good to step back outside of his single mindedness if only for a moment.
"It's good to see you too my brother."
Arty tensed as the scar above his eye burned, he pushed himself back a little bit from Erril as he listened to Erril suggest a disguise.
"Arty Orspach does not wear disguises my friend. Besides, it wouldn't do a bit of good, the Chancellor is a Seer. What good does a disguise even do? It's a waste of precious time. If Ashlin is here, then we need to find her."
Arty grimaced a bit and rubbed at the lightsaber wound over his eye.
"That really hurt, I guess I did get what I deserved I should have known better than to try and attack someone when I wasn't in fighting shape. That said he deserved it and yes I know what his plan is. He has a better PR agent for sure, I've been watching the holo news in my cell when I wasn't busy training. It's sickening. He woke me up first to convince me, so that I would convince you. While it is tempting on the surface, one thing I have learned is that the Sith regardless of what they say are always calculating fifty moves ahead. He may very well rid the galaxy of evil, but the way he is going to do it ensures that he will be the only evil left standing, which would more than make up for all the evil he supposedly gets rid of."
Then he heard it. ("We can either kill Johnathon and his apprentice.....") He tensed, his brow lowered and his eyes narrowed sharply at Erril, the matte black hilt of his lightsaber found his hand and he planted his feet firmly on the floor.
"You are my brother and my friend, but if you so much as touch my son we are going to have a serious problem Erril."
"It's good to see you too my brother."
Arty tensed as the scar above his eye burned, he pushed himself back a little bit from Erril as he listened to Erril suggest a disguise.
"Arty Orspach does not wear disguises my friend. Besides, it wouldn't do a bit of good, the Chancellor is a Seer. What good does a disguise even do? It's a waste of precious time. If Ashlin is here, then we need to find her."
Arty grimaced a bit and rubbed at the lightsaber wound over his eye.
"That really hurt, I guess I did get what I deserved I should have known better than to try and attack someone when I wasn't in fighting shape. That said he deserved it and yes I know what his plan is. He has a better PR agent for sure, I've been watching the holo news in my cell when I wasn't busy training. It's sickening. He woke me up first to convince me, so that I would convince you. While it is tempting on the surface, one thing I have learned is that the Sith regardless of what they say are always calculating fifty moves ahead. He may very well rid the galaxy of evil, but the way he is going to do it ensures that he will be the only evil left standing, which would more than make up for all the evil he supposedly gets rid of."
Then he heard it. ("We can either kill Johnathon and his apprentice.....") He tensed, his brow lowered and his eyes narrowed sharply at Erril, the matte black hilt of his lightsaber found his hand and he planted his feet firmly on the floor.
"You are my brother and my friend, but if you so much as touch my son we are going to have a serious problem Erril."
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Erril Winterhold
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Re: The Brig
”…but if you so much as touch my son…”
Erril had been about to insist on the disguise when the tone of Arty’s voice shifted dangerously, and the words he uttered completely blindsided the elder Jedi. Numerous thoughts flashed through his head in a single second as he digested the implications of that single phrase for their mission, and for themselves.
I almost killed Julian today
Johnathon stole Arty’s son while we were gone
How can I move all these pieces without alerting Johnathon?
There are too many pieces in motion already
Where’s Ashlin? Is she safe?
This is why our forebears forbid attachment!
How can I protect my children and their children and the rest of the order at the same…
One day you’ll understand. But that won’t be the day it matters. The day it matters will be the day when you once more don’t understand.
The elder Jedi’s face had been still for a full five seconds before his features suddenly softened. When his hazel eyes finally steered back to Arty’s face, and took in the truth of the slash across his face that had been superficially acknowledged and set aside long ago. The mark of a father, desperate to reach past the wickedness before him and grasp his son in his hands – in his arms.
Erril reached up slowly and placed a hand on the forehead of the man who was his brother, and also his child. Regenerative energy spiked from the healer to the warrior, and the burnt slash knit itself back together.
”Your son is in a very precarious situation right now. I can’t promise you that I won’t have to lay a finger on him before it’s all over, but you have my word that I won’t harm him… If that helmet had rolled back and revealed my Mission standing there in Johnathon’s control… I might have acted rashly as well.”
The rifle in Erril’s hands snapped open again, and he extracted the power cell, handing it to Arty before moving back over to the coffee counter. As he moved, he continued disassembling the blaster rifle until the barrel came loose – a good fourteen inches of solid steel and conductive lining made for a good blunt weapon in a pinch. He laid the datapad on the counter and pulled up the blueprints again, scanning across the different locations he’d tagged.
He didn’t have the luxury of thinking of this situation as pieces on a board anymore. He’d been entrusted with the wellbeing of three who were dear to his heart, and dear to the hearts of those who still slept. The odds were long, but he didn’t believe in luck, and given the choice of being in carbon or being here, he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Erril's eyes swiveled back on Arty again, and the determined edge had returned. ”So what’s our plan?”
Erril had been about to insist on the disguise when the tone of Arty’s voice shifted dangerously, and the words he uttered completely blindsided the elder Jedi. Numerous thoughts flashed through his head in a single second as he digested the implications of that single phrase for their mission, and for themselves.
I almost killed Julian today
Johnathon stole Arty’s son while we were gone
How can I move all these pieces without alerting Johnathon?
There are too many pieces in motion already
Where’s Ashlin? Is she safe?
This is why our forebears forbid attachment!
How can I protect my children and their children and the rest of the order at the same…
One day you’ll understand. But that won’t be the day it matters. The day it matters will be the day when you once more don’t understand.
The elder Jedi’s face had been still for a full five seconds before his features suddenly softened. When his hazel eyes finally steered back to Arty’s face, and took in the truth of the slash across his face that had been superficially acknowledged and set aside long ago. The mark of a father, desperate to reach past the wickedness before him and grasp his son in his hands – in his arms.
Erril reached up slowly and placed a hand on the forehead of the man who was his brother, and also his child. Regenerative energy spiked from the healer to the warrior, and the burnt slash knit itself back together.
”Your son is in a very precarious situation right now. I can’t promise you that I won’t have to lay a finger on him before it’s all over, but you have my word that I won’t harm him… If that helmet had rolled back and revealed my Mission standing there in Johnathon’s control… I might have acted rashly as well.”
The rifle in Erril’s hands snapped open again, and he extracted the power cell, handing it to Arty before moving back over to the coffee counter. As he moved, he continued disassembling the blaster rifle until the barrel came loose – a good fourteen inches of solid steel and conductive lining made for a good blunt weapon in a pinch. He laid the datapad on the counter and pulled up the blueprints again, scanning across the different locations he’d tagged.
He didn’t have the luxury of thinking of this situation as pieces on a board anymore. He’d been entrusted with the wellbeing of three who were dear to his heart, and dear to the hearts of those who still slept. The odds were long, but he didn’t believe in luck, and given the choice of being in carbon or being here, he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Erril's eyes swiveled back on Arty again, and the determined edge had returned. ”So what’s our plan?”
The Force is my ally, in the quiet times and the trials. The Force is my ally. I will not falter.
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Arty Orspach
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Re: The Brig
The wound pulsated as Erril's healing touch passed through it, it was hot as fire for a brief second. He shook as his lightsaber found it's place on his black belt. He almost attacked Erril, he threatened him. He put his robotic hand to his head and ran it through his hair sighing audibly. What was his plan? He didn't have one per say, kill the Sith psycho and save Julian, it sounded so reasonable in his mind but in practice...it might be difficult.
"I said his name, Johnathon's eyes shot to me, Julian got enraged, I drew my lightsaber and lunged at him, Julians lightsaber obviously caught me and Johnathon pushed me back. He stood over me Erril, he stood over me, his red lightsaber glowing at my throat. Johnathon pulled him back, if he hadn't I'd probably be dead if he...I don't know, in that moment I felt good in him Erril something but Johnathon was holding him back."
Arty took the power cell and looked at Erril, his right eyebrow shooting up.
"We have to try to save him Erril, we have to help him. I do not know what that little nerf herder did to him, but he can be saved. I know his situation is precarious and I'm sorry I threatened you, I don't know what came over me."
He looked towards the broken jail cell from which he just escaped.
"We have to kill the Chancellor, but first....sabotage?"
"I said his name, Johnathon's eyes shot to me, Julian got enraged, I drew my lightsaber and lunged at him, Julians lightsaber obviously caught me and Johnathon pushed me back. He stood over me Erril, he stood over me, his red lightsaber glowing at my throat. Johnathon pulled him back, if he hadn't I'd probably be dead if he...I don't know, in that moment I felt good in him Erril something but Johnathon was holding him back."
Arty took the power cell and looked at Erril, his right eyebrow shooting up.
"We have to try to save him Erril, we have to help him. I do not know what that little nerf herder did to him, but he can be saved. I know his situation is precarious and I'm sorry I threatened you, I don't know what came over me."
He looked towards the broken jail cell from which he just escaped.
"We have to kill the Chancellor, but first....sabotage?"
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Erril Winterhold
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Re: The Brig
The words Arty spoke struck chords deep in Erril’s heart. He glanced down at his hands and rubbed them together thoughtfully – remembered how tightly they had grasped his lightsaber when his daughter had been mentioned; remembered how they and gone rigid with focus as he had prepared for the worst as Kaini had risen against Ashlin. His hands had done many things, and they remembered each act better than his mind did. Even now as the rest of his body showed the effects of malnourishment and lost conditioning, his hands were the same as they had always been. There were many things he could do with them, but all he wanted to do with them just then was wrap them around his family and hold them close. The Jedi shook his head mildly at Arty’s suggestion, and his artificially hazeled eyes wandered back up to the other man’s face.
“I know why you said the things you did, and I don’t blame you. They implied during a very brief dinner conference that they may have done harm to Mission and I almost did the exact same thing you did… I know you want your son back, and we’ll get him back. But my heart tells me if we’re going to get Julian back, we have to let Johnathon be for today.”
Erril walked past Arty into the now unoccupied cell and stood on the rubber mat, prodding a finger gingerly at the torn relays inside the exposed wall panel. “It’s a long road to wisdom – longer for me perhaps than it ever was for you – but it’s a very short road to being ignored, or tossed aside and forgotten… Things are incredibly out of balance right now, and we have to tread carefully or we’ll throw away lives we can’t afford to lose trying to balance the equation. I suggest we go find Ashlin, and see what she’s learned. From there we can make our next move at full strength.”
Coming back to Arty, Erril stooped and picked the helmet and gloves off one of the dead guards, then rose and offered them to Arty, a mischievous gleam in his eye. “And I know we’ve always had different styles – I prefer a sharp knife, you prefer a solid hammer – but for heaven’s sake Arty put the clothes on.”
“I know why you said the things you did, and I don’t blame you. They implied during a very brief dinner conference that they may have done harm to Mission and I almost did the exact same thing you did… I know you want your son back, and we’ll get him back. But my heart tells me if we’re going to get Julian back, we have to let Johnathon be for today.”
Erril walked past Arty into the now unoccupied cell and stood on the rubber mat, prodding a finger gingerly at the torn relays inside the exposed wall panel. “It’s a long road to wisdom – longer for me perhaps than it ever was for you – but it’s a very short road to being ignored, or tossed aside and forgotten… Things are incredibly out of balance right now, and we have to tread carefully or we’ll throw away lives we can’t afford to lose trying to balance the equation. I suggest we go find Ashlin, and see what she’s learned. From there we can make our next move at full strength.”
Coming back to Arty, Erril stooped and picked the helmet and gloves off one of the dead guards, then rose and offered them to Arty, a mischievous gleam in his eye. “And I know we’ve always had different styles – I prefer a sharp knife, you prefer a solid hammer – but for heaven’s sake Arty put the clothes on.”
The Force is my ally, in the quiet times and the trials. The Force is my ally. I will not falter.
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Arty Orspach
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Re: The Brig
Arty caught the clothes and helmet and eyed them skeptically.
"But master, grey isn't really my color. I've always looked better in black."
He offered Erril a wry smile trying to lighten his own mood if nothing else.
"Also, how are they going to see my wonderful face under a helmet?"
He took in a breath and began to put the clothes on sighing at the absurdity of a disguise. They were Jedi and they were on a mission, when did Jedi wear disguises?
"You know what I think Master? I just think we need a good bit of distraction about what is really going on around us. I also think we need to find Ashlin sooner rather than later, just like you said. Lets not kid ourselves, you are wiser than I will ever be my friend, but my hammer can be used for a wider array of things than your sharp knife can."
He had nearly finished dressing when he held the helmet in his hands before putting it on. His former master was perhaps the smartest person he had ever known, but Arty did not care about that right now. He did not care about anything except moving forward and accomplishing the task at hand. He tried to quiet himself with the force. "Find your center Arty, calm....peace." He inhaled and let frustration leave his body...for the most part, he was after all Arty Orspach and not prone to being in one place mentally for very long.
"I can use my hammer to fix anything, both constructively and destructively, yet your knife is all but useless when attempting to drive a nail. One slip and you've severed your fingers, there is no risk of that with my hammer...."
Arty put the helmet on and adjusted it accordingly.
"So stop overthinking and lets go."
That was muffled, he thought to himself. There must be a voice modulator on this thing somewhere, he patted his belt and the side of the helmet and looked to Erril.
"See? This is...."
His finger found the button.
::Stupid.::
"But master, grey isn't really my color. I've always looked better in black."
He offered Erril a wry smile trying to lighten his own mood if nothing else.
"Also, how are they going to see my wonderful face under a helmet?"
He took in a breath and began to put the clothes on sighing at the absurdity of a disguise. They were Jedi and they were on a mission, when did Jedi wear disguises?
"You know what I think Master? I just think we need a good bit of distraction about what is really going on around us. I also think we need to find Ashlin sooner rather than later, just like you said. Lets not kid ourselves, you are wiser than I will ever be my friend, but my hammer can be used for a wider array of things than your sharp knife can."
He had nearly finished dressing when he held the helmet in his hands before putting it on. His former master was perhaps the smartest person he had ever known, but Arty did not care about that right now. He did not care about anything except moving forward and accomplishing the task at hand. He tried to quiet himself with the force. "Find your center Arty, calm....peace." He inhaled and let frustration leave his body...for the most part, he was after all Arty Orspach and not prone to being in one place mentally for very long.
"I can use my hammer to fix anything, both constructively and destructively, yet your knife is all but useless when attempting to drive a nail. One slip and you've severed your fingers, there is no risk of that with my hammer...."
Arty put the helmet on and adjusted it accordingly.
"So stop overthinking and lets go."
That was muffled, he thought to himself. There must be a voice modulator on this thing somewhere, he patted his belt and the side of the helmet and looked to Erril.
"See? This is...."
His finger found the button.
::Stupid.::
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Erril Winterhold
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Re: The Brig
Erril watched his former student struggle as he donned the proffered uniform, and genuine considered that perhaps he had a point… He really did look better in black. He stood with his arms crossed in a casual display of patience until Arty found the voice modulator on the helmet and finished complaining. Reaching up, Erril patted the cheek of the helmet and offered a wry smile.
”Just remember what I said, my hammer-hearted friend. It’s a long road to wisdom, and a short one to being ignored.”
With that, he turned on his heel and moved to depart, flicking his hands in a few brief motions that sent the bodies of the guards sliding into the cell under the cot, and the blanket draping over the edge to cover them. It wasn’t perfect, but it was less immediately alarming that severed and cauterized body parts lying in the middle of the corridor.
Outside, Erril glanced one way and then the other, studying his surroundings, then swayed onto his left foot and headed down the hall at a steady gait. It had been nearly a decade by his conscious memory, but he still remembered the basic layout of Victory-class destroyers, as well as where he’d come from and gone so far.
Just be alright, Ashlin. We’re all almost out of here.
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”Just remember what I said, my hammer-hearted friend. It’s a long road to wisdom, and a short one to being ignored.”
With that, he turned on his heel and moved to depart, flicking his hands in a few brief motions that sent the bodies of the guards sliding into the cell under the cot, and the blanket draping over the edge to cover them. It wasn’t perfect, but it was less immediately alarming that severed and cauterized body parts lying in the middle of the corridor.
Outside, Erril glanced one way and then the other, studying his surroundings, then swayed onto his left foot and headed down the hall at a steady gait. It had been nearly a decade by his conscious memory, but he still remembered the basic layout of Victory-class destroyers, as well as where he’d come from and gone so far.
Just be alright, Ashlin. We’re all almost out of here.
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Continued in the Laboratory
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The Force is my ally, in the quiet times and the trials. The Force is my ally. I will not falter.