Competition: [INQ] All In A Day's Work

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[INQ] All In A Day's Work
  • Objective: Members across the Brotherhood were contacted by agents of the Grand Master's Inquisitorius, a secret society that protects the Brotherhood from internal and external threats. Write a story of your character either in service of the Inquisitorius on an operation at your newly earned rank, or alternatively of an interaction your character has with a member of the Inquisitorius. For more information on the Inquisitorius and details of the ranks visit the Inquisitorius wiki page, to find out your rank you can head to your dossier, or check out the Society Roster.

  • How to submit: Write a fiction at least 500 words in length. No maximum. That completes the written objectives above from your character’s point of view, in whatever location and manner you choose given the details above. It is expected that the resulting story actually happened for each submission, as realism and impact allows, allowing for RP and character development. Submissions should be in a word format (.doc, .docx, .txt, .pdf). Anything written in a GoogleDoc needs to be exported or pasted in the submission box.

  • How it will be graded: Grading will be based on the Fiction Rubric.

Competition Information
Organized by
Master Evant Taelyan
Running time
2015-10-01 until 2015-10-31 (about 1 month)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
First Level Crescents
Participants
39 subscribers, of which 14 have participated.
Results
Member
General Zentru'la Palpatine
File submission
On_the_Trail.pdf
Placement
1st place
Member
Battlelord K'tana
Textual submission

Pain Marks the Spot

“This is a serious task, Gate Warden,” Marick spoke K’tana’s title like a challenge and gave her a level glare, stressing the importance of the package he set on the table next to the door.”You have been gifted something from the Dark Council. Keep quiet and focused on this.”

“Yeah, totally. Oh! Can I be Chieftess?! K’tana abruptly interrupted him with a giggle. “Oooh! Or Inquisitoress? Chieftess-Mystic Gate Wardnesses, Shadesworn of Arcona and Inquisitoress Shadow!”

“No. No...and no.”

“Ooh! Or Shadowy Inquisitoress! EEEP!”

The way Marick looked at her, K’tana swore that either his face was about to burst or that he almost smirked at her before saying, “That makes no sense. Wardeness.”

“Ugh, you people! I swear! You’re, like, always ignoring the desires of your superior gend- HEY! Don’t walk away from me!” K’tana’s shrill voice carried after the dour looking male until the door closed behind him.

Once the former Consul was gone, the amethyst woman snickered, quite pleased with her ability to make the Shadicar disappear. With an excited gleam in her eyes, K’tana turned to look at the package Arcona’s Fang had placed on the table.

The unopened parcel bore a sealed note:

Gate Warden, K’tana:

We hereby congratulate you on proving your devotion to the Iron Throne and to the Brotherhood. Accept these items with the expectation of one day seeing rise to High Inquisitor.

The abruptly ended note had a strange series of mashed up letters, or some kind of signature scribbled across the bottom, but K’tana could not make it out - not that she tried. She rapidly lost interest in the sheet of parchment, but decided to follow her favorite rule: Anything written down can be found and used against you.

The Twi’lek gave a quick, silent prayer to Kika’lekki before sending a divine current of electricity to her fingertips and out through the note. She focused on the will of the Goddess and increased the intensity through the paper until it finally ignited. Once nothing but ash scattered around the package, K’tana grinned with excitement and pushed open the plasteel lid.

The first item she saw was a cylindrical, silvery case. Pulling it out of the box, K’tana realized it was a hilt. The Twi’lek’s emerald eyes sparked with intrigue as she thumbed a button on the side, holding the hilt away from her as a slender blade sprang forth. She squealed with excitement and pressed the button again, sending the blade back into the hilt.

The second item was a datapad. K’tana switched it on and saw two very strange things. One was a counter that gave her only a moment to see and memorize a time and place. Nothing else. No reason behind the rendezvous point or why it need be at that precise time. She instinctively logged the information away and tossed the datapad over her shoulder. The Shadow paid no attention to the sound of electronics fizzling and ignored the smell of burned materials after the counter timed out.

Her green eyes had already caught sight of the dark metal corset that had laid hidden under the datapad. K’tana lifted the shockingly light armor from the box and admired it with a grin. Setting the bodice aside, the Twi’lek immediately stood up and dropped her Queen’s robes to the floor. She turned the parcel over and realized that there were several pieces to this stunning outfit. The best part, other than the armored corset, was the lovely set of knee-high, heeled boots made of sturdy black material. It was hard enough to hold its form yet soft enough to stifle the sound of footsteps; but it was their appealing aesthetic that stole the former party-girl’s heart.

“Totes stylish! Way to bring sexy to the general populace!” Looking into the bottom of the container, she gave a quick pout to the last item of the outfit. “Ugh. I hate pants.”

“By the Goddess, this is karking beautiful.” K’tana sighed, admiring herself in a full length mirror once she was fully dressed with her hood pulled up and cowl tightened over her mouth.

“It is adequate. Even if it is... garish.” The Entar’s voice, for once, did not catch K’tana off-guard. His icy-blue eyes met her green gaze through the mirror as he stood in the doorway. The Shadow pulled down the hood of the battle-dress and dropped the cowl to the floor.

“Do you like it, Mastimeros? It’s a little...conservative, don’tya think?” She brought her hands up and adjusted the chest piece with a wily smirk. It was met with a slight twitch of Timeros’ brow and nothing else.

“The Summit should have come to a more discrete decision. You look like an assassin.”

“I am an assassin.”

“And I am the Grand Master.” Timeros’ rebuke was level and bore no inflection of humor, but K’tana still squealed out a giggle before she clutched at the Entar’s arm, grabbing only air.

“Ow! Mastimeros, that was mean!” she giggled again as he abruptly removed his arm from her path. One moment he was within reach of the small woman and the next he stood several feet away. Ignoring her wily smirk, Timeros released a miniscule amount of control on the shroud of dread he wore. A cold gust of fear washed over her, instantly wiping the smile from her face.

A mask of intensity replaced her jovial demeanor and she began fighting her impulses to run at him or flee. The Elder’s face was a placid lake. He stood stock still, his eyes cold and dark but unmoving. With every visible convulsion of her muscles Timeros pushed her resolve further, inch-by-inch, until it snapped and she took an abrupt step back.

A maniacal grin spread over her lips as her knees buckled, shaking from the strain, and her unspoken fears exploded into colorful thoughts of terror behind her mask. Where she once cried and cowered, she now stood her ground and, although always eventually retreating, she stoically stared the man down until fear overwhelmed and won.

Even still, she did not run weeping into the corner of the room in a pique. Timeros watched as the violet woman panted for heavy breaths, kneeling on the ground while her wild and frenzied green eyes flashed with rage and...something else.

Instead of acting on her intense emotions, K’tana stayed crouched, heaving and grinning madly at the Elder until she caught her breath and her legs could hold her aloft. She didn’t stumble when she stood and gave him a proud, if shaky, laugh.

“Fifteen heartbeats!” the violet woman squealed as she skipped a couple steps towards him, ignoring the unsteady feeling in her knees.

“It is better.” Timeros paused a moment as she displayed an expressive smile of appreciation before adding: “That is not to say I could not, still, remove you from a room.”

“You just like the fact that you get to chase me when I run.” As K’tana moved around him, her green eyes locking onto him like a predator on prey, when suddenly her legs were no longer beneath her.

With a simple, unseen motion of a single finger, a telekinetic blast knocked the Twi’lek flat on her rear. She glared daggers as the Entar appeared in front of her and leaned forward.

“I don’t need to chase you.”

K’tana grumbled something in Twi’lekki as she stood and made a scene of brushing off the back of her dress. With a huff of false indignation and her nose in the air, she spun towards the door and opened it.

“I have a mystery appointment.” she sighed, flicking her lekku over her shoulders. “I would like someone to watch...my back.”

K’tana quickly glanced over her shoulder at the stoick Human before walking out of her quarters. Timeros’ datapad appeared in his hands, his fingers rapidly dashing over the screen as he quietly followed behind.

|-o-|

“Apprentice, are you sure this is correct.”

“Yuuuup. I know my home, such as it is…” K’tana eyed up round building, noting how it was detached from the other grey hovels in the area. “This is the correct address.”

As she started for the door, Timeros appeared before her, a disapproving scowl etching across the corners of his mouth.

“K’tana,” his level voice intoned none of the disapproval his lips momentarily displayed, “you are forgetting something.”

“Oh, kark off,” she hissed, rolling her eyes at him and stepping to the side. “I’m not a journeyman. There are three people inside. Two with abilities. One without. The building to nearest side is empty.”

The Entar gave her a cold, steady look as she strut by him and pulled open the door.

Inside they were greeted by a familiar grin and a welcoming sensation tingled across K’tana’s skin. She gave a giggle as she sprang up to Atyriu and threw her arms around the other woman. As the two women in greeting, Timeros stood at the door, motionless as a well-chiseled statue.

“Mastimeros,” K’tana squeaked a mock angry call over her shoulder, “why didn’t you tell me it was our Lady Consul in here! I know you knew!”

“Sister,” Timeros spoke the appellation like an important title, gliding past and ignoring K’tana as he inclined his head at the Shadow Lady.

K’tana gleefully brushed off her Master’s disregard and gave him a quick, rude gesture as she walked towards a desk behind Atyiru. The surface was covered in sheets of paper bearing strange symbols combined with Aurebesh letters. The Mystic traced a finger across the lines of a rune and smiled at it’s simple, yet elegant design.

“That’s what you’re here for!” Atyiru grinned as she walked up behind K’tana, setting her arm over the violet woman’s shoulders and pulling her towards a large chair. Atyiru lay a few of the designed sheets in the Mystic’s lap and asked with a smile, “So, where do ya want it?”

K’tana cocked her head to the side and gave the Shadow Lady a curious smile. “Are you-?” she started, but was cut off by a chill dancing up her spine as she felt Timeros step behind her. He looked over her shoulder and then at Atyiru.

“Don’t worry, Timmles,” the blind See-er said with a wide grin, “I don’t expect you’ll be getting one.”

K’tana burst into giggles at the thought of the marble man getting a tattoo. She sat forward in the chair and began unlacing the metal corset. She dropped the heavy plate to the ground and pulled the straps of the dress from her shoulders. Sitting bare chested, K’tana leaned back in the chair. Atyiru’s smile grew substantially and Timeros averted his eyes, turning his back to his Apprentice as he began walking toward the exit.

With a vacant expression, K’tana waved her hand from her clavicle to just below her belly button.

“I want it here.” Her green gaze had locked on the back of the Elder’s head and she waited for him to glance behind him. When he did, he shook his head and looked at his sister.

“Leave her navel clear.”

“Oh course, brother-dear.” Arcona’s Consul suddenly seemed to inhale the shadows from the room as she walked around the chair and her fingers moved across K’tana’s bare flesh.

“Will it hurt?” The Twi’lek said, her green eyes flashing with excitement as a dark, flickering light danced over the Miraluka’s fingertips.

“More than you know, and K’tana...” Atyiru faced the other woman, her tone becoming serious, “you cannot move.”

As the Elder moved around the side of the chair, K’tana moved lightning fast and grabbed the sleeve of his robe.

“Please,” her eyes were washed in anxiety and she pleaded with him, “stay with me.”

Timeros simply removed his sleeve from her grasp and looked down at her, a touch of disdain flicking across his eyes.

“I am sure you will manage without me,” he rebuked, turning from her and walking out of the building.

K’tana felt the rage of rejection once again well up in her stomach and the Mystic looked at Atyriu, sadness and hate burning in her beryl eyes. Although the Consul could not see, she could sense the anguish and hurt emanating through the young woman.

“I’m ready,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Atyiru gave the Gatewarden a small smile of knowing and sucked in the darkness, forcing it out through her fingertips and over the Twi’lek’s skin. The pain hit K’tana immediately, searing away all her thoughts of self. As the Sith magic flayed her flesh she realized that she was, once again, alone with nothing but agony.

Placement
2nd place
Member
Warlord Andrelious J. Mimosa-Inahj
File submission
All_In_A_Day's_Work.docx
Placement
3rd place
Member
Adept Braecen Kaeth
Submission
Adept Braecen Kaeth opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
No placement
Member
Colonel Rhylance
File submission
A_Gray_Inquiry.docx
Placement
No placement
Member
Battlelord Lucyeth
File submission
all_in_a_days_work.docx
Textual submission

Lucyeth
#13700

Placement
No placement
Member
Augur Xantros
File submission
Ranger_Xantros__11518__All_In_A_Day's_work.doc
Placement
No placement
Member
Mystic Syntari Bastiayn
Submission
Mystic Syntari Bastiayn opted out of publishing her submission.
Placement
No placement
Member
Battlelord Ranarr Kul-Tarentae
File submission
all_in_a_days_work.docx
Placement
No placement
Member
Battlemaster Kul'tak Drol
Textual submission

Blinking eyes snapped open in the night, blinded by the expanse of darkness they could not yet pierce. Dilated pupils searched desperately for light, leeching it in. Some sense of awareness pricked at the back of the awoken Zabrak’s neck, the intensity building: the instinctive klaxon within the mind that forces the body to respond to its surroundings. Something had triggered these defensive actions, and his time spent within the Anchorage had taught him nothing if not let his guard down. He was unable to sense anything strange through the Force, but that had never been a forte of his anyway. He did not need expertise to realize the truth of the matter, however. He was not alone.

In lieu of having a complete cone of vision, he remained still in an effort to fool whomever, or whatever, had managed to sneak into his quarters. Straining with his ears he thought he caught the sound of a faint whisper, the sort of greeting fabric gives to an object when they meet. He began preparing himself for a leap of surprise; his saber rested neatly in his hand, taken from its spot beside him. Just as he decided to make his move, he froze as a distorted voice echoed throughout his durasteel room.

“I know you have been awake for the past six minutes, Hunter.” Whoever it was already knew Kultak’s identity, putting the Zabrak at a disadvantage. “Oh, and there’s no need for the saber. I’m here on business.” That’s hardly reassuring if I am your business.

He did not like the idea of putting himself in an even more one-sided meeting, but he supposed if the intruder had wanted him dead, he’d never have woken in the first place. He turned over to face where he thought the voice originated from, poking a hole in the pillow with one of his horns in the process. Another trip to Supply his Master would goad him for.

The being who stepped out of the shadowed corner was exactly what Kultak would have thought an assassin to appear like: covered from head to toe in dark, concealing clothing, a hood and mask covering any resemblance of a face. He could not discern if they were even male or female, though the distorted voice had something of a bass touch to it. The intruder swept aside their cloak and rested their side against Kultak’s supply dresser.

“I’ve been sent here by a group of like-minded individuals, a group who delves in secrecy and shadow. You might ask why then did I come in person? Some initiators feel differently, but I like giving new initiates a body to place with the organization. Helps them meld smoothly into the work flow.”

Kultak raised an eyebrow at the words “new initiate.” Was this person here to try and recruit him then? And to what purpose?

“I sense your curiosity, Hunter. Yes I am indeed here to offer you a place in our fold. Your loyalty to the Brotherhoods’ cause has been noted. I can officially grant you a position right now; however, protocol demands you be tested. Let’s play a game shall we? You run, and I try to kill you. Go.”

Kultak barely had time to process the meaning of such a challenge before a mass of black and silver cloth lunged at him, a saber extended in full lethality. Trying to think quickly, the thumping of a shocked heart drowned out any chance of a speedy retaliation. He did manage to roll off the left side of his bunk, landing in a crumbled mess of blanket. A glance above him saw the saber burning a hole in the wall where his chest had been seconds before.

“Good, you can react. Stage one cleared. Now, stage two.”

Kultak did not know what stage two was but he wasn’t going to wait around to find out. Scrambling, he practically rolled out of his chambers just managing to remember to call his saber to himself with the Force. Unfortunately, in his rushed state, the saber clanged against the wall and fell to the floor. He had forgotten to consider his momentum and timed the pull wrong. He would have to make it through weaponless then. He sprinted down the hall, thoughts now clear enough to attempt a coherent plan.

How to escape a dark jedi of higher caliber with just the Force? Kultak’s specialties lay in illusory effects, so he would just have to trust in the dark side and his own ability to wield it. Perhaps that was what the initiator wanted in the first place? It would possibly keep him alive, anyhow.

The Zabrak sprinted into a large room blacked out for the night cycle. He listened for any sound of the approaching initiator but heard nothing. Not that he expected to. He only had one choice then: hide. Hoping he had enough time, Kultak concentrated on the area around him. The air began to ripple and flow around him so that his body seemed to be one with the room. The struggle began then. He must not move or the ploy would be useless. Had someone passed by the room and just casually peered in, it would seem as if it were empty, but would it fool the initiator? Highly doubtful.

His body began to complain at the stress the concentration required, but he tried to ignore it. A few minutes more and shivers began to rack his body, contorting the cloak. Where was the dark jedi? It wasn’t until a few more minutes went by that Kultak thought he might actually have to let go of the cloak. His body was tensing horribly and aching muscles screamed from him drawing too much oxygen to support his endeavor. Just as he thought he was going to pass out, a voice behind him spoke up.

“Well done, you’ve made it through stage two. Being able to escape is just as important as being able to get into a place or finding your target. Remember that, you can’t reveal secrets if the enemy don’t catch you.” A hand reached down to where Kultak was bent over trying to suck up as much air as possible. In it was an envelope. “Your first assignment, as well as your congratulatory letter from the Grand Inquisitor. Welcome to the Inquisitors, initiate. Good luck.”

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Kultak grasped the document within and read over the details. “Details,” if that was what they were. A single line gave a name and location with a single blood drop on the page for emphasis. The Zabrak raised his head questioningly.

“How am I suppose to know who this person is? Or how to even get inside?” He realized the initiator was gone. Sighing, he folded the envelope in half, to find there was something written on the back. Turning it over he saw only three words: Figure it out. He sighed even harder.

Placement
No placement
Member
Seer Lexiconus Qor
Textual submission

As members of the Inquisitorius Order were called forth from all stretches within the Shroud of the Brotherhood systems, various members received the highest honours you could get from the Voice and the Grand Master. Very talented members were declared Grand Inquisitors and Chief Inquisitors combined, with only them trusted with the most secretive missions and information known to the Brotherhood. On the tropical planet of Judecca, many members such as the Emperor Xen’Mordin, Kell Dante and Lucyeth are regarded as the most precious for Clan Scholae Palatinae’s best Inquisitors. Lexiconus Qor, a new incomer to the Clan and House Imperium, was recently given the title of Chief Inquisitor and ordered to come into the Clan’s Inquisitorius Library located deep under the Missing City.

With the hot mist and fog cloaking his shuttle and blurring his vision, Lexiconus first thought it a struggle to meet with his other partners inside the Inquisitorius Order. Feeling lost within the broken and crumbling walls of the city, the Quarren held his chances onto a single datapad describing the directions to take for the entrance of this hidden bunker. An old and small alcove in a resident building was all Lexic saw but on the side several markings of Aurebesh told him the entrance was here. A stone platform on the wall protruded out and Lexic considered this to be the activation key for the door, as he placed his hand on the stone and pressed it in. Suddenly, vibrations and bricks descended into the floor to reveal a darkened corridor and stairs, it seems the Quarren was right about this. As he stepped in and activated his flashlight from his bag, he was thankful for his own navigational skills learnt from many years in the wilderness. Lexic became excited at the prospect of one day exploring this planet by foot, trekking off into the lands where man and technology hasn’t touched yet. But first the Inquisitorius Order demanded his attention as he finally descended the stairs and into a grated catwalk above the production factory for arms and weaponry.

Another automatic door stood at the end of the walkway which was labelled also in Aurebesh, and one look at the datapad told Lexic he was heading in the right direction once more. As the Quarren stepped inside the automatic door to see a crafting desk with tools assembled on the walls, he gulped his dry throat and pondered why he was directed to this dead end. The room had four clean walls, apart from the shelving system that held the tools neatly on magnetic strips with the crafting table built into the floor stone. It appeared to the Quarren that the room was built around the table, and the workers just chiselled a table from the lump of stone there, but he questioned whether it really belong there. With the factory below active and making weaponry, Lexic wondered why no one was up here fixing weapons together or dismantling them, and then he clicked this is the true entrance for the Inquisitorius. Kneeling onto the floor and feeling around the base of the table, the Quarren felt a chilled wind coming from the base of the table, and them a shining red square caught Lexic’s eye from under the table. He pushed the square and the table slide across the floor to reveal a secondary staircase that was metallic and led into darkness. Wasting no time, the Warrior quickly stood and descended down the stairs into a dark corridor with an orange glow coming from the end. The table slowly slid back into place with a clink as Lexic was determined to reach this library even if he was lost to time down here. Then it finally dawned on Lexic as the walls ascended straight up into the mist above his head, filled with various holo tomes and books of old. Every shelf, every wall and every cabinet you could see filled with the binding knowledge of secrets and covert tactics.

Across the way from Lexic was Xen’Mordin who stood waiting hesitantly for the Quarren to approach, his mask in his hand and two books in another. Uncomfortable with the idea of keeping his Consul waiting, the Warrior rushed over and saluted with pride.

“Lexiconus Qor, Chief Inquisitor of the Inquisitorius Order reporting for duty, sir!” Xen smirked a little before losing his smile and planted the books into Lexic’s moist hand.

“At ease Lexiconus and welcome to the Inquisitorius. Now your first task is to get aquainted with what we do and how we do it, to do this you’ll need to study our ways and thoroughly understand them. I hope you enjoy reading, because we won’t be leaving until it’s done. Get to it!” Xen ordered his Aedile, who rushed off to a reading table to begin, he felt this was going to be a long night.

Placement
No placement
Member
Mystic Kriegen VanWyck
File submission
All_in_a_Days_work.doc
Textual submission

Here is my comp entry.

Placement
No placement
Member
Warlord Archangel Palpatine
File submission
7589-AllInADaysWork.doc
Placement
No placement
Member
Battlelord Pel Tarentae
File submission
TheInquisitoriousSummons.docx.docx
Textual submission

Yeah, too lazy to fix the double filename extensions....

Placement
No placement