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A Little More Intel (Closed, FU Training)

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Naomi Monoe	A Little More Intel (Closed, FU Training)	Lead	[-]
Posts: 463 (08/31/08 04:14:38) Praexium HK Vivere Disce Cogita Mori Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Tags : None OOC: Truth Sense App IC: Naomi almost had it pinned down. Teverian's little hideaway...she sighed, frustrated. Finding this man was like trying to get a direct audience with the Emperor or something. No one wanted to say anything, and even if they did, it was likely to be wrong anyway. Teverian was a little secretive, which made Naomi's bad temper worse. She sighed again, crossed her legs and waited. She'd come to a very, very ritzy cantina on the orbital station of Nar Shadda. The drinks alone were enough to soak up a day's pay, but if that's what it took to find this sleaze, so be it. Finally, a Duros came and sat across from her. His oddly colored pink tailored suit hurt her eyes. And her mood. "Gwalob hears you looking for Tev man", he croaked. Naomi felt her skin crawl, but nodded. "Goood; you give three thousand credits or no get information", he said. "You're insane...and dead, if you don't tell me", she growled. The Duros frowned, shook his head. "You no have blasters. All weapons confiscated at door" Naomi gently placed her saber on the tabletop. "Start talking or you start losing body parts", she said. The Duros froze, knew exactly what that was. "You...you never say you Jedi", he said, stalling. Naomi turned the saber ever so slightly to point at him. "You're absolutely right; I didn't", she said. "Now, do you start talking about Tev Logistics or do I start chopping?", she asked him. The Duros was sweating bullets now, glancing around for help. None was coming; no one cared to stick their noses into trouble, and this young girl had trouble practically tatooed on her forehead. The Duros had been one dumb customer to have agreed to meet her here like this. "Tev Logistics base on Mynar...it small world near Sullust, barely on any chart", he said, pawing at his brow. Naomi frowned. Mynar? Was that even a real system? She could feel something off about this guy. In fact, she thought...A dark grin spread across her face. "Sit still, don't go anywhere or you lose your frakkin toes first", she spat at him. The Duros looked quite uncomfortable, but obeyed. ((Begin App)) Naomi half-closed her eyes, deciding to try a new way of bending the Force to her will. Need to find out if this guy's for real, she thought, summoning the Force. It billowed up within her, stretched out to course through her veins, hammer in her every heartbeat. I need to know the truth, she thought, commanding the Force to guide her. Naomi guided the Force to coil around her brainstem, something she achieved subconsciously. To know truth, she needed to be able to sense the lie. The Force expanded her eardrums, sharpened the cognitive pathways in her brain. "Where is Teverian?", she asked again, her eyes open now and peering at the Duros. "Mynar...he's at Mynar, I told you!!", he bellowed. The Force caressed the words as they entered her ear cannal, the ripples of sound altered, changed in unspeakable ways as her brain worked in tandem with the Force. The deep structures of her brain, enfused with the Force, poured over the words, pieced and puzzled over the feel of them. The Force swirled violently with her efforts, painting a fuzzy image in her mind. Naomi frowned, guided the Force to give her more mental strength. The image began to grow in resolution until she realized it wasn't an image at all; it was a sensation. Encouraged, Naomi pushed with the Force, grasping its currents with an eager mental fist and drove it into her mind. Fiercely, the Force rushed through neural circuits, chased around in her frontal lobes, processing her knowledge of starcharts, Teverian's habits, the system of Sullust, her own gut instincts. The Force touched upon all these things, forcing them to come together. Thusly enhanced by the Force, Naomi's mind wrapped itself around the concept of truth, the Force responding easily. Truth, she thought, give me the truth...is he lying..., she asked of the Force. The unseen energy field, coiled around her cerebellum, delicate tendrils nestled in among her neurons and bountiful quantities of its energy fused with the natural electrical impulses in her cortex, responded. The words, the name--Mynar--reverberated in both, the Force and her mind. Naomi closed her eyes once more, much to the Duros' confusion, and demanded the Force work harder. The Force lent more strength to the power of her brain, specifically node receptors and those deep, cognitive thinking centers. Mynar...the word took on a red "feel"--there really was no better way to explain it--and Naomi's eyes snapped open. "You lie", she said quietly, unlike the Force, which thundered in her mind like the gallop of a thousand raging wompas. ((End App)) "I cannot tell you!! I'll be killed! Many bad men want Teverian kept alive! No like Teverian to be known!" Naomi stood, picked up her saber, narrowed her eyes. "TANAAB!! HE'S ON TANAAB!!", wailed the pitiful creature. He sobbed into his hands. "They kill me now!!", he moaned. Naomi shook her head. "Don't worry", she said gently. The creature looked up. "You help me!?", he asked, suddenly relieved. Naomi thumbed her saber to life, shook her head. The creature screamed, other patrons fled in terror. The Duros made it five feet before Naomi was on him...
Naomi Monoe	Alter 3 App	#1	[-]
Posts: 465 (08/31/08 20:44:07) Praexium HK Vivere Disce Cogita Mori Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Naomi ran. Apparently, the ill-suited Duros had been quite the name in exotic imports, and those imports being women, drugs and--Naomi couldn't believe this one when she read up on the target later--Sun fruit liquor. There were enough smugglers and pirates who heard about a rampant teen-aged girl having slain their contact to give Naomi pause. Pause enough to decide to get the frak off of Nar Shadda. So, she'd ran for her Infiltrator. And now she was pinned, four burly men standing on a catwalk she needed to pass under in order for her to reach the bay in which she'd docked. Huge shipping crates to either side of her formed a sort of durasteel canyon, and, of course, handfuls of thugs stood upon these leering at her. Another group slithered into place behind her. Naomi frowned, felt her anger flare up within her. "You better get the hell out of my way", she called out. The men all laughed. "You'd better pay us for the stuff Vakta was buyin'!", shouted one. "I will--in blood--if you don't get your smelly carcasses away from my hangar!!", she spat. The men all snickered and the ones atop the containers disappeared. "Suit yourself, %$*%%!", came the reply. Naomi was enraged, felt acid-like anger lick along her nerves, push her mind into a frenzy. No one ever calls me that, she thought savagely. Oh she was going to rip their-- There was a loud, heaving explosion and the sound of metal on metal. She turned just in time to see three of the containers pitch forward towards her, set to crush her into paste--if not just residue. She felt horror mix with the outrage and froze, completely unprepared for an attack like this. Over a damned nobody smuggler, she thought despairingly. No! I refuse to die until they have!, she thought, the mental images of her family's faces spurring the will to live within her. ((Begin App)) As the containers plunged towards her, Naomi felt the Force rush into her like never before, the fight or flight need, the sheer survival instinct within her calling upon the unseen matrix of energy to flood her every cell. Her hands whipped out before her, as if they could ward off the enormous boxes of death hurling towards her. The Force responded to her emotions, to her needs and her actions. Power swirled like current through her nerves, charging every molecule, every fiber of her being with hair-raising strength. Her eyes half-closed as her mind delved into the Force, pulling upon every last mental faculty she had to keep the power within her control. She lanced out with her mind, snaring the first container with the Force. Tendrils of the energy wrapped and coiled around the container, bathing it in a faint, coronal glow. Molecules within the helices of the material began to shift, to change. Atoms began to split, to lose electrons, to become lighter. The alteration caused Naomi's face to immediately break out into beads of sweat, droplets coursing down the taut muscles of her arms and neck. Still the Force worked, feverishly, encompassing countless particles, weaving between the subatomic bonds. It changed the very nature of these bonds, loosened them, guided them to soften, to obey Naomi's mental commands. The container bounced on the hard duracrete and came down at Naomi. She thrust her hands up desperately, a cry escaping her lips. The Force surged like some ill-mannered sea, perturbed and enraged at Naomi's whim to flood into the container. More and more of the metal began to shift, its weight beginning to subside...and then vanish as the Force continued its deluge into the core of the material. Slowly, very slowly, the container slowed...and came to a stop not three feet above Naomi's head. Blood trickled down from her nose; the effort was insanely taxing, but the Force continued to sing mightily in her mind, to throb endlessly through her muscle tissue and tingle in every nerve. Please, she thought, reaching out with the Force even as more blood streaked down her face. The container began to rise. It rose a full several feet into the air, eliciting gasps and terror from the would-be murderers who watched in awe. The Force fully penetrated and enclosed the container, its fibers, metals, construction altered at the most basic level. From this changed container, more tendrils of Force, thick, strong powerful ones, leaped out and snatched the second container as it, too, plummeted towards the hapless girl. Once again, the Force slipped into the makeup of the durasteel, tenderly wrapped itself around and penetrated into the invisible particles of the thing. The seams of its reality bent and twisted as its weight, like the first, began to...not so much disappear as it was evaporating. The dramatic mutation of the molecular bindings became rapid and spread the change quickly, dissolving the weight of the box. Still it pressed down towards her. The first container stopped rising, hovered now above her, poised as if in mid-free-fall to crush her pitilessly. The Second container, too, began to slow. It scraped along the first, creating a horrid metal-on-metal screech as it descended. The Force seemed to come alive as it snatched away whatever weight was left in the subatomic unions, causing the mammoth steel coffin to slow its descent...and hover beside the first box, immobilized. Naomi wailed, blood coursed from her nose freely now. The pain was becoming a throbbing ache in the back of her mind, in the spot just behind her eyes. So much Force was pouring from her that she could feel it pulsing, like the living thing it was. Finally, the third container bounced as it hit the ground, bounced again to rise up over the first two containers and plunge down at her, as if intent on her death. The Force sprung out out the other two containers, spreading like a mushroom cloud of invisible potential, cacooning the instrument in the same way the first two had become ensnared. Once again, the Force began to play around with the molecular structures, the quarks, the atoms, the electrons. Naomi almost thought she could see it happening, witness the alteration take place before her. The Force worked with a pace that made the first two actions seem like slow motion as the box continued to drop menacingly. The Force cut, severed, re-bonded, loosened, tightened, shaped and molded the metal in a flurry of power, following Naomi's discretion. The box finally began to slow. Naomi could barely stand; in fact, she fell to her knees, her arms and hands trembling as she held the first two aloft, the third not slowing down fast enough. The strain was causing her to bleed, to feel the pressure hammer down on her brain unforgivingly. More, she commanded despite the discomfort, MORE!!! The box slowed, but did not stop. The Force continued to change and mold the object, working desperately to undo its weight, all severn hundred pounds of it. Naomi could feel tears coursing down her cheeks with the effort and a feral cry ripped from her throat, screaming her defiance, screaming her will into the Force. The box slowed further, but it touched her head. She trembled as it continued to press down on her. The Force burst into the container...halting it. The scene kept the attackers frozen solid; a young girl squatting beneath two massive containers, a third pressing down on her head. Naomi's chest heaved for breath, her muscles shrieked in protest, in need for relief. Using what strength she had, she lifted the third box, commanded it rise to join the other two in the air. As it rose off of her forehead, so, too, did she rise, her legs wobbling and unsteady. An anger clutched at her then, a fury at the idea that these men could come so close to killing her. Her teeth gritted and she stared past the hovering containers to peer at the scoundrels. "D-die...", she whispered with a hoarse voice. "J-just....DIE!!!" She drew her arms back--the containers drawing closer, eerily--and heaved with the Force, commanding it to send away these mostrosities that had come so close. The containers did nothing at first. The Force swirled within the now-weightless durasteel cubes, however, and, as if they were mynocks chewing on a live power conduit, positively flew away from her. The speed of it was enough to cause the friction necessary to make the metal scream as it hurled away. One of the containers plummeted, crushed down upon the terrified watchers. Only one of them had time to scream. The other flung itself horizontally, squishing a cluster of running thugs into the hangar bay access wall. The last one, Naomi grinned malevolently at. It tumbled end over end, chasing the leader who'd called Naomi the dispicable name. His shrieking wail was music to her ears as the container plunged down at him vertically...and landed. A great gout of blood exploded out from beneath the four sides of the container. It tipped over and fell, leaning against one wall. ((End App)) She could hear sirens as Port Security was coming. Feeling very, very tired, Naomi bent over, threw up. She pawed at her nose, at what felt like a gallon of blood there, and walked numbly towards her ship. Every time I come to this frakkin' port, she thought miserably. She approached the sleek, silver craft, punched in her code and dropped herself onto the hold floor of the craft. Shouting and screaming were coming from the end of the corridor. The Port security was taking in the sight of what happened. Naomi coughed, sat up. Ooh...this was too much. She dragged herself into the pilot's chair and, with little regard for the port or other ships nearby, blasted directly for space. She wouldn't be welcome here for a while, no doubt. She plotted a series of small jumps, feeling herself nodding off, then collapsed in the chair, unconscious...

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