Jovian savoured the sensation of strolling through the atmospheric Promenade on Kamino, with the gentle rain enveloping him. He casually tapped the small communication device behind his ear and uttered the command, "Play Joves Playlist." Following a symphony of trills and beeps, there was a mom...
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Jovian savoured the sensation of strolling through the atmospheric Promenade on Kamino, with the gentle rain enveloping him. He casually tapped the small communication device behind his ear and uttered the command, "Play Joves Playlist." Following a symphony of trills and beeps, there was a moment of anticipation before a melodious tune reverberated through the communication system. Jovian drew up the hood of his jacket and continued his leisurely walk along the promenade with a noticeable appreciation for the music that surrounded him. As a lover of music, he held a personal belief that humans had perfected vocalisations, although he acknowledged that this sentiment was open to debate. The music, a powerful catalyst, despite the ferocious nature of the rain, he found solace in the calmness of the seas below as he ambled along.
Reflecting on the multitude of events that had transpired in a relatively short span of time, Jovian found himself in a state of disorientation. The sound of the rain against his cloak and hood was fierce and meditative, providing a peculiar sense of tranquillity. For Jovian, water always seemed to embody a fusion of contemplation and unrestrained fury, a state of controlled chaos. With its unyielding constancy, the relentless rain exuded a meditative quality that he found deeply soothing.
As Jovian ventured further from the bustling habitation, he found himself in a moment of introspection. The memory of the chilling warmth of blood on his hands, a stark contrast against his now-retired Nightsister Armor, served as a haunting reminder of the sacrifices made in pursuit of his freedom. The melody flowing through the communication system gently drew Jovian back to the present, reigniting his internal struggle. As he grappled with doubts about the true nature of his freedom, he found himself ensnared by an unshakeable sense of bewilderment.
He unclenched his fists and leaned against the railing, fixating on the vast expanse of the ocean below. The distant reflection stared back at him, echoing the same sense of melancholy that enveloped him. He folded his arms, letting them rest on the railing, and continued to peer downward. The rain had transformed into a gentle mist by now, and the ocean appeared like a polished mirror, reflecting the slowly clearing sky. Within this surreal sight, Jovian found himself gazing at his reflection in the boundless expanse. As he leaned against the railing, he allowed his arm to hang by his side as though gesturing towards himself. From where Jovian stood, it seemed as if he could reach out and touch his own reflection. He gently moved his arm and gazed down at the sombre image staring back at him.
He raised and gripped the railing as he looked at the Infinite Ocean ‘What do I do?’ He thought he had met someone who made him feel okay. She was strong but terrifying at the same time, but Jovian saw a hunger in her that he had as well. Jovian knew that when he obtained his freedom, he would be faced with two questions:
What do you want?
How will you get it?
He vowed never to emulate his cruel predecessor by buying someone and subjecting them to horrors. He desired something greater for himself. He reflected on the moment when he first imagined himself free from the man's influence and the exhilarating feeling of independence that ensued. Above all else, he longed for a life of his own. Being his own person was the ultimate aspiration. In the presence of the merchant, he was merely an appendage, but now he was simply Jovian. He was able to wield something that was still relatively new to him, and it was through finding this power that he was going to get more. This Force that pulsed through his was like the rain for him, a remaining constant when consistency was rare.
He started his slow walk back to the habitation, and a series of trills and beeps came over his comms again. “Yes, I’m on my way back” The ocean below him started to stir, and the mist seemed to reappear. He pulled his hood back up and put his arms back in his cloak “I want more of whatever this is” He clenched his fists tightly together, and the Force ebbed between them. He sensed that to achieve that, he needed to calm the tumultuous emotions stirring inside him and open himself up to new possibilities. Jovian's imposing security droid loomed outside, patiently awaiting Jovian's return, visible in the distance. Despite its clingy nature, Jovian had grown fond of this developing aspect. As he approached, the droid met him halfway with warm beeps. “Yes, it was fine. I like human music, don't be rude.”
Azmodius awakes to find himself in what appears to be an old stone room approximately ten meters by ten meters by ten meters. Feeling a little groggy he attempts to get up and winces at a sharp pain surging along the back of his neck. He reaches towards the area and removes what appears to be a d...
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Azmodius awakes to find himself in what appears to be an old stone room approximately ten meters by ten meters by ten meters. Feeling a little groggy he attempts to get up and winces at a sharp pain surging along the back of his neck. He reaches towards the area and removes what appears to be a dart. “Oh man, how did I not see this coming? A Friggin dart? I’ve anticipated strikes from some of the best martial artists in the Dark Jedi Brotherhood. I even anticipated Furios throwing thunderpunches while sparring. I've deflected blaster bolts coming from miles away. How did I not catch a friggin dart. And what’s in it? Poison? Ugh, If Furios hears about this I’ll never hear the end of it.”
Azmodius stands and looks to the wall he was laid up against to see a door sized opening with a door sized door made of bars of some kind of metal. “This looks an awful lot like a prison or holding cell of some sort, judging from that one and only door sized opening in this approximately ten meter by ten meter by ten meter room, fitted with a door sized door made of metallic bars. Those Children of Mortis must have captured me using some kind of poison then dragged my unconscious body further into their base. Lucky me!”
As he takes a step towards the door sized opening containing a door sized door made of metal bars, he almost trips over something. “Huh, I didn’t notice you earlier. Sorry about that”, he says to what is quite obviously the corpse of an old prisoner. Upon further inspection, he realizes that the corpse isn’t all what it seemed to be. This corpse, wasn’t just a regular corpse laying on the floor of a ten meter by ten meter by ten meter room with but one door shaped opening fitted with a door shaped door made of metal bars, but was all of those things in addition to containing what could only be described as ‘some probably sweet loot’. “Hey bud, do you mind if I totally jack what looks like some probably sweet loot? I figure you probably won’t need it on account of being a corpse and all.”
After a brief moment to allow the corpse to consider its feelings regarding having its probably sweet loot looted, Azmodius began to take inventory of what was most sweet of the probably sweet loot. “ok, looks like we have a flare, a glass eye, a hairbrush, a hydrospanner, a Nerf-wool towel, a remote detonator with nothing linked to it, a MerrSonn Model 44 Blaster Pistol with a drained power cell, a Baobab EZ3 Airbrush, and a Mace Windu action figure with kung-fu grip still in its original packaging!” Azmodius was particularly excited at finding such a rare piece of memorabilia in a condition experts would describe as ‘mint’.
Giddy and arms full with his newfound loot, Azmodius proceeded to the door shaped opening fitted with a door shaped door made of metal bars of some kind and kicked it open with a force enhanced kick. It appears that his captors never considered that their captive had spent years intoxicating himself with such a wide variety of substances and had thus developed a strong immunity to many poisons and toxins that would render any normal captive to a corpselike state. The trip to complete his objective and return to his ship was rather short and uneventful aside from a few well placed kicks aimed at a few members of the Children of Mortis, some machinery, and more architectural features barring easy passage of course.
Azmodius awakes to a bright blinking coming from the comm link on his arm. Grumbling sleepily, he opens the encrypted file. “A treasure map?! Looks like we're going to Jedha!”
The trip wasn't too long and he had his trusted companion, Ozzy Pawsborne with him to pass the time. Upon arrival he no...
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Azmodius awakes to a bright blinking coming from the comm link on his arm. Grumbling sleepily, he opens the encrypted file. “A treasure map?! Looks like we're going to Jedha!”
The trip wasn't too long and he had his trusted companion, Ozzy Pawsborne with him to pass the time. Upon arrival he noticed just how frakked up the planet was. Volcanic ash filled the sky and lava flows for rivers. “Maybe you should stay on board,” he replied to his worried companion. “I’ll be back soon!”
Upon stepping off the ship, he was immediately accosted by none other than four outer rim space treasure hunters. “Ye ain’t takin wuts ours!” and “finders keepers!” echoed from their toothless yapping maws.
“Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way”, the Arkanian replied, “though something in that inbred, toothless, sister-laying, slack-jawed, outer-rimmed, yokel drawl tells me you want to do it the hard way!”
After taking a brief moment to comprehend the insult, the four cried out as two fired their blasters at the Sith while the other two charged him with their vibroblades. Anticipating the sudden attack, Azmodius quickly turned to step out of the bolt’s trajectory and ignited his saber, catching the two vibroblades on either end of his saberstaff. His eyes met one of the treasure hunters and he smiled. As another volley of blaster bolts came at him, Azmodius pushed one of the hunters in their path rendering him dead. In the brief moment the shooting stopped, the Sith turned and swept the blade wielding treasure hunter’s legs out from under him and thrust his saber through his chest. Panicked, and angry the remaining two assailants cried out and fired their weapons as Azmodius slowly walked closer to them, deflecting their bolts with his saber. With every step, the Sith deflected a single bolt back at the assailants, first taking a leg, then an arm, until they were incapacitated. As he stood over the last remaining treasure hunter, he smiled and spoke, “I really do love doing things the hard way.” With a final cry the last hunter died as Azmodius plunged his blade into his chest.
Azmodius looked over next to the treasure hunter’s body and saw a box with intricate carvings that looked too old to not be a relic. “Guess this is what I'm here for”, he said as he picked up the box and walked back to his ship to check its contents.
“Alright Ozzy, Help me out here” he said to his furry companion who came to investigate the relic in his hands. Upon opening it he saw it was filled with ancient coins. “Lets see now, one ancient coin, two ancient coins, three ancient coins four ancient coins, five ancient coins, six ancient coins, seven ancient coins, eight ancient coins, nine ancient coins, ten ancient coins, eleven ancient coins, twelve ancient coins, thirteen ancient coins, fourteen ancient coins, fifteen ancient coins, sixteen ancient coins, seventeen ancient coins... five hundred!”
A Plag, a Plag and a new Plag walk into a bar...
A Plag, a Plag and a new Plag walk into a bar. You'd think one of them would have ducked.
*Bonus:* Az's Cat companion Ozzy Pawsborne walks into a bar. Bartender says, "what'll you have?" Ozzy says, "A shot of rum." The bartender pours him the dri...
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A Plag, a Plag and a new Plag walk into a bar...
A Plag, a Plag and a new Plag walk into a bar. You'd think one of them would have ducked.
Bonus: Az's Cat companion Ozzy Pawsborne walks into a bar. Bartender says, "what'll you have?" Ozzy says, "A shot of rum." The bartender pours him the drink. Ozzy slowly pushes it off the table. "Another"