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Joamer
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The Spice must flow.

October 5, 2011 8:21:23 PM

A lone figure stood at the nose of an older model ARC-170 starfighter as a near torrential downpour raged around the area. He watched the rain run off the battered nose of his craft as the flood lights illuminated a side door to the Army barracks of Tadath. It had been months since he had returned here, his departure was less than ideal as situations out of his control spiraled around him.

He came because one person, whom he nearly hated, had called. He closed his eyes as thunder shook the ground, a moment later sheet lightning arced across the sky. He kept them closed for a few seconds longer to clear his vision. A hooded rain coat covered his body as he waited for his former Squad Leader to make an appearance. He would not venture any further from his ship, even now the soft glow of the twin engines illuminated parts of the night behind him. He could hear the hiss of the rain as it evaporated from the heat generated from the engines.

The R2 unit had orders to keep the ship on constant standby, if things turned for the worse he would not have time to pilot the craft out of here and situate himself in the cockpit. Its orders were to immediately break for space if he jumped into the cockpit running. He was not really a fugitive, his leaving the area was agreed upon by both sides, but it was better not to temp fate.

He could feel the rain drops hitting the top of his hooded head every few seconds. He hopes this was not a trap, the rain and the darkness could hide an army in the blackness. Of course he had landed at night in an army base, guards using the cover of darkness could be surrounding him right now. He was not looking forward to another stint in Imperial prison.

Would be fun to see if you could break out again though. A small voice in the back of his head said as it remembered his time in Wraith Squad.

A dark figured emerged from the side of the building a few minutes later. He knew by the gait, it was Havock his former Squad Leader. All his instincts at this moment told him to flee, but she was the one who had called him back here. He was too well trained, believed in her too much to do anything else but follow her orders. Even simply requests worked well with him.

"Ayme." He said quietly as she walked up. He saw her lips twitch at him using that name, after what had happened he had lost the right to call her that.

"Look, I can only hold off the guards for so long. It's not easy convincing people an old model ARC-170 dropping in during the middle of the night is a good thing, so I'll be brief." Her voice was harder than he remembered, stress over the last several months must be getting to her. "It's about Jaenna, she's gone. From what I can tell she is dealing heavily in spice now, I'm afraid she is going down a dark road. One in which I can not follow, but maybe someone like you can." He knew she was avoiding looking at his right hand, a branding rested there few knew about in this day and age. "You need to leave, the information on this pad will give you a few places to look. Please find her, you know how brave she can be, and you know she needs looking after. Her nature will destroy her if not kept in check."

It was over just like that, she stepped forward, handed him a datapad, and promptly turned around and vanished into the night. He stood for a long time feeling the rain falling down his back as his hood got pushed back by the wind. It was not something he openly admitted but this place was his home, being gone was harder than he had imagined it.

Looking down at the datapad he knew he do what she had asked. No matter what had happened Jaenna was a squad mate, and you never leave a squad mate behind. Turning around he climbed up the short recessed steps in the side of his fighter and sat down in the cockpit. A moment later he felt the repulsorlifts engage as the droid took control. Looking down at the datapad he began scanning lists of possible locations.

"R7, set course for Naboo. Might as well start at the beginning." Joamer said as he clicked the pad off and buckled himself in.

Joamer Tremaine Reistlin
Sergeant Major, Squad Leader
Raiders Squad, Wildcard Platoon, Academy Staff

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[This message has been edited by Joamer (edited October 5, 2011 8:23:15 PM)]

StarFruit
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RE: The Spice must flow.

October 9, 2011 7:19:00 PM

Years... It had been years, too many for Jae to bother counting, since she had been to this city, and as it grew closer and closer in the view port of her Redthorn Class her heart climbed further into her throat, refusing to let her breath easily. The very sight of it was like a vice grip on her heart, tightened with each foot she climbed into view of the city. It pained her, made her mind flutter with memories and made tears form at the corners of her eyes. The years since her birth and childhood in this place had been tough, ridiculous, painful and had taught her so much. But the woman couldn't help but try and cling to tenderness of her childhood: it had been so innocent.

The few years she had spent here were some of the best memories she could dig up from her since then damaged mind, and the digging even took a few minutes... It pained her that it took so long to even try and remember those years. And yet, it wasn't surprising to her either, considering how much other bullshit had happened throughout the rest of her life.

So why was she coming back here? The question sat in the front of her mind, continuously prodding at her brain, causing her to grimace every time see focused her eyesight on the towers of Theed that grew closer.

"I just need to get away for a while..." The whisper was quiet, almost quiet enough to not even echo through the cockpit of her Redthorn.

"Ma'am?" The electronic voice spoke up tentatively, the Slicer droid floating toward the woman and hovering just over the Co-pilot chair. "You've been away from Tadath for almost a year... When are we going back?"

"I don't know, Rivvett. Soon? Eventually? Never?" A sigh riddled her entire body, her shoulders slouching as she clicked and pressed the controls she needed to in order to initiate the landing sequence.

The droid also sighed, the personality that Jaenna had uploaded to him giving way into the worried friend part of it's 'brain'. "We should go back soon, Ma'am. You have duties there as well as what you do with your spice."

"I took my leave for a reason, Riv... Because I couldn't handle the stress."

"You looked so happy though."

"That doesn't mean I actually was." She held a spice packed Lungblaster to her lips and sighed before lighting it and taking a long puff from it. Smoke spilled from her lips within the next few moments, filling the cabin as the purple tinted tendrils of haze reached the ceiling and curled around itself.

The communications within the ship crackled to life. "Identity accepted, land in hanger G, and enjoy your stay on Theed."

Even the voice of the shipyard commanders didn't wake her from her thoughts. Her sea-foam gaze trained on the ceiling watching as the smoke continued to gather above her head, a steady stream slowly rising from the tip of the spice packed Lungblaster. Her mind twisted and turned, pupils dilating as her own special blend of spice gripped her senses. Within moments, the smoke turned into smoldering ashes, the flashing lights in the cockpits turned to blaster fire, and the sound her Slicer droid talking to her turned into the shouts, yells and screams of her fellow troopers and dying enemies. The woman's eyes shut tight, attempting to will the flash backs away, trying to calm back down into her blissful high, but even through her closed eyes she could still see the smoke curling around her head, circling her just as the smoke from buildings that had been blown apart did. She could smell the death in the air, the scent piling on itself with each passing moment. The taste of blood filled her mouth as her flash back self spit on the ground, watching as it mixed and mingled with the dead bodies that surrounded her and her squad mates.

The woman sighed, the hand she lifted to take another puff from her Lungblaster shaking. The intake was deep, long and powerful, her chest expanding a great amount before she took the 'blaster away from her lips and held the smoke in her body.

Again, a sense of bliss caused a shiver to travel up and down Jae's spine, her free hand finally relaxing and settling across her stomach. Relaxing was finally finding it's way to her mind and body, the spice the only thing that allowed it to break through her thoughts and memories. The woman laid back in her pilot's seat, head rolling to it's side as her eyes remained shut tight, lips twitching at the corners, fighting the range of emotions that floated through her mind with each soft breath she took. Her mind released itself then, her mind finding itself back in her childhood, back in her own true happiness. It clung to her mind, to her heart and to her soul, the smoke circling her head and falling down against her body,a ghostly blanket to shield her from thoughts of Tadath.

Rivvett watched as yet again his maker and owner fell into the spell of Spice. He sighed, knowing that it was a habit that kept her happy, and allowed her to get away from the emotional distress that had been causing her so much strife. But that didn't stop the droid from worrying as much as an artificial being could. With another sigh, he took his optical lenses away from Jae and turned to look out of the view port, taking the controls and finishing the landing sequence.

Jae woke up a day later, still curled up in her pilot's chair... a blanket covering her body.

"Thanks, Riv..." Her voice was soft, a yawn passing her lips a moment later. "At least you care." And she fell back into another short nap, wanting to be ready for whatever memories awaited her within the city of Theed.

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