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Noss walks into the cantina with a feral grin on his face....this was his kind of place. You could smell the...fear, the thinly veiled violence just lurking under the skin of everyone there. He saunters over and flops into a chair opposite Cardis, waving away the waitress when offered a libation. He scans the room, back and forth...
Noss arches an eyebrow at Cardis' observation, "But, something is always happening." Chuckling at his own joke, Noss crosses into the cantina, fully aware and ready...for something.
Back at the station, Noss glares a farewell at the wookies and thier boss, and stalks back to the ship for the journey to Coruscant. He broods the whole way back, going over the group's failure in his mind, finally determining that their decisions were sound...but still resulted in a painful defeat. Finally, facing their Dark Lord, Noss nods as Cardis relates the details of their failure. When Darth Wyyrlock destroys Praxis, Noss watches calmly, accepting his fate should his Lord turn his power upon himself. He kneels and declares, "Rest is not needed, my Lord. Your will is our will."
Voss crosses his arms in front of himself, and nods, growling "Right, why would Zonnos be talking to his brother? "
Noss watches as the station grows larger though the cockpit window, I agree, let's see what we can find out on the station... "
Sorry, totally forgot you moved over here....I'm still around!!
Noss contemplates Taras and Cardis for a moment, then makes his decision, "We check it out...can never tell what the Force guides us to, can we ?"
Noss answers Bigg's question for Cardis, walking over and thrusting his lightsaber into the girl's chest, where her heart is. "No more baggage." he says simply, nods to Cardis and Taras, "Lets get going."
Noss grins widely as his lightsaber ignites. Leaping at the impertinent man, he brings the weapon up and through...
Noss looks at the girl and brother, and smiles devilishly, "Good, we have what we came for. No need to tarry." The meaning in his word are clear, he has no intention in bringing the two along.
Noss shares Taras' frustrations, growling lowly "Indeed, why are we negotiating at all?! " as he grips and regrips his lightsabre's handle.
Noss nods, glancing at Biggs, "Let's go" then stalks off into the nearby room, his eyes and senses alert....
Noss leans out of the transport and attract the notice a few dirty looking street kids. Smiling unctuously ,he manages to pull some information from them.
Noss snarls in satisfaction, "Serves the Jedi right." but then he frowns in frustration, "Let's hit the City Hall, they might have records of out going space craft."
Noss stares hard at Orgamon, then look to Cardis, "Yes, enough of this , let's find the Hutt..."
Noss runs out at the remaining CSA, his hands dropping to his waist to pluck his lightsabers. But he snarls in frustration as only one lightsaber is there... Damned disguise!! Taking up his lone lightsaber, he slashes the man with great vigor and anger...
Noss walks over, not amused, "Blast and damn! Alright, let's get ready to kill some CSA...."
Hey we are awesome, but maybe one more :)
Noss waves off Cardis' objections , but nonetheless withdraws from threatening Orgamon further. As they land he makes a curcuit of the crash area, looking for clues as to who attacked, his head rising at Bigg's salient question.
Noss leans over and turns off the comm and gets uncomfortably close to Orgamon, "You'll be dead....and so will they..." he says softly, ominously, "Your only chance of a longer life is to answer the following two questions: Will this spice go to where Mika is? Where is Mike!"
Noss casually nods and raises a hand to Cardis and Taras, but grins wolfishly at Praxis, "A little under the weather ?" He turns to Biggs after the man addresses him, looks aside at the Nitko , then addresses his comrades, "What's the story with these? I heard bits and pieces over the comm..."
Getting a ping on the commlink, finally, Noss growls into the communication device, "About time...yes, I'll meet you at that intersection..." Glad to be out of the confines of the ship, Noss grabs his gear, and, after securing the ship's systems and ensuring the cloak remains ,descends the gangplank, pressing the button to seal the ship. Stepping back, he can't help but admire the tech that makes the cloak possible. He strolls casually to the meetup point...
Happy New Year, Everyone!
Noss sits up when the comm crackles and Taras delivers his sitrep, "Got it. Ready here." he drawls, returning to his observation of the very few individuals out and about the city, from his invisible perch in the cockpit.
Noss waits until the other two have left the ship, then powers down non-essential systems and re-engages the cloak...
"I'll stay with the ship, make sure no one sabotages our engines..." Noss says with a smirk, "Keep the comm open..."
Noss drops his feet down from where they'd been propped, up on the control console, "Well, at least he's still alive....there's that." With that he saunters out of the cockpit and removes himself to the small cargo area. There he begins a rigorous series of exercise forms with this lightsabers, working out a few kinks. He hopes that there will be occasion to use them soon, he hasn't struck down an adversary in some time....and it was beginning to grate on him. After, he retreats to his room to sit ,close his eyes and slip into an alert but restful trance.
Noss sweeps the cloaked Sith vessel in close to Tel Bollin, cutting in and out of the cloud cover, monitoring thier communication band for Cardis' signal. "Come on, Cardis. Get your comm on , you fool." Noss spits, as he banks around a column of clouds, eyes on the sensors for enemy vessels.
"All right, let's go collect Cardis and see what he's discovered." Noss says, settling into the pilot's chair. He sets a sharp vector into the atmosphere, engaging the cloaking device as the Infiltrator clears the ground.
He then points the ship towards Tel Bollin and makes best speed.
Noss nods as Taras sends the man into unconsciousness, "That'll do. " he says rising up to his full height. Adjusting the unfamiliar weight of the blaster at this hip, he looks to his companions, "Yes, let's see if we can track down Cardis, see what's he learnt."
Noss steeples his hands in front of his face, nodding sqeculatively ,"Hmmm, perhaps." he says menacingly, "Your friend...we'd need to know what he knows...."
Noss leans in , "Pardon my friend, he's a little bloodthristy. Me, I just want information....which you will give....immediately." Noss regards the man like he would a bug, giving him a few moments , then asking, "Tell us everying you know about the mining operation, the CSA invovlement and the spice deal.... Quickly!" he says, his smooth, oily conversationaly tone changing to a hissed command at the end.
Watching the men leave, Noss nods at 'Al', "Let's follow Al there, wait for him to be alone and grab him. "
Noss sidles up to the building, beside a small window and leans in, listening....
... and leans back , frowing, thinking hard, looking about... before muttering to the others, "What are they mining here?"
Noss ponders Taras' question for a moment, "CSA's likely to be getting their sticky fingers into all sorts of shenanigans around here, a quick look won't hurt." he suggests, twitching his robe and commenting to Praxis, "Nice trick."
Noss blinks as he watches the land scrolling by, both outside the viewport but also on the sensor array. He's about to raise his hands in surrender and possibly wreck the whole cockpit with his lightsaber, when a small ping from the sensors attracts his attention. Leaning forward, he makes a tiny adjustment, "What do we have here.... he says, pointing at the indicator, "There, we go there...
Noss slams his fist down on the console, "Blast it all, nothing. Go around again Taras. I'll try to re-calibrate this piece of kriffing junk." He begins to use a second set of controls, fine tuning the sensor suite , tightening it's signal detectors...
Noss frowns at the display, nodding to Taras, not satisfied himself with the resolution. He fiddles with some knobs and switches, hunched over the controls. Finally, he sits back and shrugs, "Can't find anything of interest."
Roused from his meditations, Noss rushes to the cockpit to see the fighter swoop by. He checks the sensors to see if the vessel was turning about....but no, it continued on its way. Turning to smile at the others, "Wonderful thing, this cloaking technology." Settling back into the co-pilot's chair, he says "Let's continue on our previous path, that Hutt's ship must be around here..."
Noss pinches the top of his nose, nodding, "Rest will be good. A good mulling over is never to be missed." he says with a smile. "Even with the cloak, we wouldn't want to be taken unawares. Find us a nice secluded spot, Tara."
Noss nods, "Yes, that would do nicely." he says in agreement with Cardis' proposal. He makes his way down to the cargo area, just to make sure nothing was missed.
Noss nods, "If this is Popara's ship, then those flying it are either in league with him or they stole it. Either way , they're adversaries. I say, let's download the nav data, sabotage or destroy the ship and get back to the Bloodfin and find our target. "
Noss finishes his inspection of the area, then walking by where Praxis was 'hidden', "Let us know if we get any company." He stalks up the gangway, making for the nav computer in the cockpick. He accesses the system, trying to determing where the ship, came from, where it's going, etc.
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