Durose Roshan Posted June 10, 2006 Share Posted June 10, 2006 The Dice of Hearts fired her engines as Ro brought up the navicomputer and locked in his destination. Leaving the planet's atmosphere and Last Call cantina far behind, the ship shot off heading straight for Myrkr... Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted June 19, 2006 Share Posted June 19, 2006 Durose's ship, The Dice of Hearts, blasted off from the Myrkr system and headed for Coruscant. There he would find his next meeting place. Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted June 22, 2006 Share Posted June 22, 2006 The Dice of Hearts blasted through the emptiness of space before jumping into hyperspace. When he returned to normal space, Durose looked out the window to see the Grand Link Casino in all its glory drifting in space. Quickly he sent the information codes and received the clearance to dock. "He goes nothing," he thought. Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted July 3, 2006 Share Posted July 3, 2006 The Dice of Hearts takes off into the deep dark blackness of space. Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted July 8, 2006 Share Posted July 8, 2006 Durose Roshan's ship came out of hyperspace in the Coruscant sector. After shortly setting down on the planet and contacting the Link base, the Dice of Hearts was once again gone; the destination being the Grand Link Casino. Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted September 19, 2006 Share Posted September 19, 2006 Now in space, Ro returned to the room and reenabled her motor functions. "Noola, you really need to stop this, ok? Really. You're just going to end up getting yourself in trouble. A lot of trouble!" Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted September 21, 2006 Share Posted September 21, 2006 Ro was caught in an awkward situation. He didn't mean to make her cry. He hated it went people cried. Moving up to her, Da'wynn watched as she cried into her palms. Outstretching his arm to put in on her shoulder, then changing to put one hand on each shoulder, he finally decided against that and sat down beside her instead. Scooting in closer, Da'wynn debated with himself on how to proceed. Leaning in to wrap his arm around her shoulder, but stopping for a second, he wrapped both arms around her as he pulled him against his body. Resting her head against his chest, Ro placed his free hand the the side of her face as he petted her Lekku in a slow, soothing motion. "Shh... It's ok. Everything is going to be ok. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry. It's ok. Noola, you're going to be alright. I'm here now. We are safe. You are safe. Everything is ok." Nestly his head against the top of hers, Da'wynn began to gently rock them from side to side in hopes of calming her down. Noola had definitely become his weak spot. Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted September 24, 2006 Share Posted September 24, 2006 She suddenly and passionately kissed her hairy man. Take me! Take me as your slave! Da'wynn was caught completely be surprise. Letting himself enjoy the seductive kiss, he closed his eyes. Leaving him almost breathless as she pulled away, Ro knew she wasn't finished. Internally, his mind continued its inward battle. Half of him wanted to bed her right here and now and the other half wanted to be upset with her for her actions and 'deception'. After the second kiss, Da'wynn released her and pulled away. Walking a few steps towards the door, the Cathar stopped. Now facing the door with his back turned to her, he frowned. Da'wynn's mouth open, his voice with hints of malice, "Very nice. I have to applaud your performance. For a second there, I actually thought you were really crying. Heh, I actually felt bad. I even cared. Silly me." Pausing for a few seconds, Ro continued, "Well done, though. I think that was probably as seductive as I've ever seen you. Trickery can go a long way toward your cause if you are to be a seductress." Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted September 25, 2006 Share Posted September 25, 2006 The cathar reminded with his back turned. Still upset, although not sure of exactly who or what he was upset at, he responded, "Don't toy with me, twi'lek. There is an old human saying someone once told me. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Then turning around, the cathar glared at her, "And how dare you use the word love so vainly. I," he emphasised pointing his hands inward and touching his chest, "I love you. You are the one that only cares about your sexual lust. You know lust, but you don't know love. I saved you because I felt sorry for you. There was something about you. Something I saw in you. But you are just a 'slave' to your own sexual impulses and that of everyone elses. I will care for you, but I will have no part of this. If you want to seduce someone, find someone else. Practice on someone else. I want commitment, not a one night stand. How could I accuse you?! How could I not! Everything you've done thus far suggests that's exactly what you would do. I was just to stupid to realize it. Too stupid to see I was falling right into your nice, little trap. Well, you know what. You can take your fabricated tears and your charade somewhere else. I'm not buying them anymore." Turning, the cathar punched the metal door out of anger leaving a dent where he had struck. All he could think about was that he had allowed himself to be seduced by the temptress. Even more so, he was angry that he had feelings for someone who he was sure didn't really love him and just wanted to play with his heart and get him in bed. Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted September 28, 2006 Share Posted September 28, 2006 As Ro turned he saw Noola reaching for a blaster. His mind raced as he slowly reached for the activation device in his backpocket. No sudden movements now. No sudden movements. Suddenly, he realized she wasn't going to point it at him. She was point it at herself. She's going to take her life? What?! Is she crazy? Continuing with his original plan, Da'wynn began to talk to her, "Noola. This isn't the solution. Please put down the weapon. Please. Noola, lower the weapon." One of his arms reaching forward with him leaning in to see her eye to eye on her level, Durose had said what he needed to say long enough to distract her from his real purpose. Suddenly, the blaster fell to the floor as her whole body went limp. Catching her head before she fell into the wall, Ro looked down at her. Staring deep into her eyes, the room was silent for several seconds. Then clicking the device and reinitiating her motor functions, Da'wynn pulled her body tight to his and kissed her passionately. His lips leaving hers but only moving inches away, Da'wynn whispered as their eyes met, "Don't ever do that again. Noola...I... I don't know what to say. I've never experienced this before... but... but I just know I love you... and I can't live without you... I can't... Don't ever scare me like that again... promise?" Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted September 29, 2006 Share Posted September 29, 2006 Da'wynn stood amazed at himself as she sat down. Wait. What did I just do? For some reason, this twi'lek made him lose control. The beast part of his personality was finding a way to meld itself with his rational side. The result was almost irrational but very passionate and emotionally driven decisions. He had went on the "attack". He had confessed his love. He had held her. He had kissed her. What I am I doing? What's wrong with me? For some reason, he was letting his impulses run their course. He felt so free when he was with her. Almost like he was floating in the air or flying. Grabbing her waists, Da'wynn pulled her tight to his body and french kissed his love. Finally pulling away, He looked her in the eyes. "Does that answer your question? Yes, I love you. I trust you. Just don't break my heart because a Cathar is the last person you want to make enemies with," he finished with a loving smile. Smiling as he finished, Ro kissed her playfully on the lips again. Suddenly, though, his comm bleeped. Turning to listen to what the computer had to say, Da'wynn discovered they were nearing Bespin. Looking down into Noola's eyes askingly, Ro questioned her as their foreheads touched, "Think you will be alright if I run over to the cockpit and pilot the ship in for a landing?" ((TO Bespin - Cloud City thread)) Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted October 31, 2006 Share Posted October 31, 2006 They had been in the darkness of space now for some time. Da'wynn thought back to Noola as he waited in his office for them to reach their destination. The Canus II, accompanied by two fighter squadrons was now almost to Haruun Kal. Once they dropped in, Da'wynn would offer the remaining victims fighter support. He hated the Black Dawn and after the latest scrimmage with them only maybe a month or two before, he hated them even more. True, he didn't have much love for the jedi or the Republic. However, if it could hurt the Sun that would be reward enough. As he patiently waited, Ro's main concern wasn't how they would be able to get in and get out. The Canus two was more than capable of outrunning anything the Black Sun could throw at him. Rather, he was still debating whether or not he should run the show from the sidelines, safe inside the Canus II, or out on the warfront, flying a squadron into battle. However, as they got closer to the destination, Da'wynn's choice became more and more clear. He couldn't risk his life needlessly. He had made a promise to Noola. He needed to return. Comming the Captain of the Canus I and his respective fighter escort, Da'wynn ordered them to remain out of the system. Now was not the time to engage the Black Dawn head-on. His mission would be a mission of mercy. Nothing more, nothing less. Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted November 16, 2006 Share Posted November 16, 2006 Durose was initially startled by Brina when she had entered his room and went off on him. She was a brave woman, as she was risking being struck down where she stood for such an intrusion. Most cathar females would not have been so brave. Durose turned quickly initially at the sound of someone aggressively entering. What was even more dangerous was what she had said. She was right in some things, but just as wrong in some many other ways. He had remained silent, though. Instead, he curiously watched the woman. In fact, halfway through he found himself clinching his teeth to prevent himself from smiling. As her speel came to an end, Durose nodded to himself. As he took a seat on his bed, he recalled the memory of her face, her lips moving, no words coming out. She did look cuter when she was mad. Having come to a conclusion on that matter, Durose had turned his attention back to what she had said. He then decided he would wait a while before confronting her. She may have been cuter when she was mad, but that didn't make it right for him to anger her on purpose. The ship now in hyperspace, Durose went looking for the Link representative. Following the sound of the noices, he found her in the engine room, working away halfway underneath a panel. Making a stealthy approach, Durose moved in. As she reached over for a tool, Durose made his move. "I think you're looking for this one," he said with a smile, offering her the device. He was sure there was still a lot of negative energy between them, but he figured it would help break the ice for the conversation. Nevertheless, he realized that what he was about to say may be a little harsh. He also realized it had to be said, though. Durose continued, "See. That's what I'm talking about. I've seen you around others. You do treat me different. And about the species quip, when have I even used my species as a crutch around you? Did I ask for special consideration for the job because of my species? Did I ask for extra assistance because of my species? Did I ask for special treatment because of my species? True, I may assume the worst a lot of the time. But then maybe we aren't that different. You seem to be the same way. And if it's not about my species, what is it? Because I'm positive you have some prejudice which I have had the displeasure of falling into. Just think about what you said? Have I ever told you not to critique me? Have I ever been offended by any of your critiques? And no. I didn't automatically think you had any prejudices against me. But I've dealed with more than my fair share of it. I know what it looks and feels like. Durose stared at Brina very pointedly. Of all that she had said, one comment had flared his anger and that anger was now evident in his normally controlled voice, "Oh. And I have respected you! I've done everything in every way possible to be respectful to you. Any 'disrespect' definitely wasn't meant or on purpose. I think you're the one acting like spoiled royalty. Nothing I do is ever good enough for you. What else do I have to do to respect you?! Bow down to you and kiss your feet every time I see you. You're the one that didn't want formalities. I'd just as well call you ma'am or Miss or your highness or whatever title you'd like. Have you ever thanked me for anything I've done? Not that I expect it, but I continually go above and beyond for you regardless. I've revamped the Link security, I've brought new people, our expedition to Myrkr was a great success. I make ever effort to assure that not even a hair on your head was touch! Even at the cost of injury to myself..." Durose voice suddenly lowered and carried the quality of mornful frustration as he continued, "What more do you want? Why can't you just treat me like a regular person? Tell me that isn't prejudice? Because if that isn't then I'd like to see your definition. After all I've done, to say you don't respect me because I don't respect you...? I may be a cathar, but I still know something about respect. Most would already have respect for me if I'd not half of the things for them that I have for you. I can't show you respect if you won't let me...If you won't tell me what to do... if you reject my every effort... If it isn't a prejudice against me for my species then what it is? Is my size? You have a problem with tall people? My voice? My dress style? My teeth? Any of my former professions? My...?" Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted November 21, 2006 Share Posted November 21, 2006 Durose stood looking down at the woman as she explained while working on the circuit panel below. In a way, he was actually surprised that she wasn't going to fight him any further. However, the thing that really came as a shock was the apology she gave at the end. He hadn't expected it for some reason. She is firm yet sensible. How about that. Caught off guard, Durose moved next to her and motioned as if he was going to say something, but said nothing. Instead, Durose backed against the panel wall next to where Brina was working and let his body slide down to the floor. Slouched in the sitting position, Durose covered his eyes with one hand before wiping down his face. With a wide eyed look, he threw up his hands, his lips again looking poised to speak but no words being uttered. He was momentarily caught speechless, unsure how to proceed. It was a rare thing for him. Finally, though, Durose broke the silence. "I...I don't know what to say. I mean. I guess a 'thank you' is in order. And I'm happy to know it isn't because of my species. I just... It just frustrates me. I guess that's it. I mean... I see you around Zara, her kids, and others. It seems like you get along well. I don't see what makes me so different. I just can't understand why you don't like me...why our personalities would clash. I've tried what I can to make peace and be friendly." Durose throw up his hands again, gesturing as he stared into the distance trying to decide on the right words to say. "I don't know. I guess I admire you in some ways. You're unlike most or maybe even any female I have known in the past. Of course, I haven't had a lot of dealings with human females in my past lines of work. Still... It's just... you hold yourself so well. You know how to use your power and lead while still understanding the need to delegate. You are strong-willed yet reasonable. You are willing to listen to others... You don't have to always be right. You are willing to go with the flow even if it isn't always exactly what you want... just to name a few things..." He paused for a second more, staring at his hands before leaning his head against the panel and looking up straight across the room at the corner of the wall where the vertical structure and the ceiling met. "I guess... in a way it's hurts... you know... for someone with so many admirable qualities to hate you... and you can't figure out why or how to solve it. If there was something I did or said or a valid reason it would even feel better... but to just be hated and not understand why. To have our personalities 'clash' and not understand why. That is frustrating. It just feels like prejudice. Like no matter how nice I am it will never be good enough to win your respect. Do you know what I mean? Have you ever known someone that no matter what you do they will never truly respect you..." Durose finally turned to look at Brina, "I just wish we could have a mutual respect for one another. Maybe even a friendship. Who knows..." Turning back away with a sigh, the cathar slouched a little further, "I don't know. I'm probably silly for even saying all this. I apologize for going off at you earlier, though. It really was uncalled for...and..," Durose stuttered wiping his face with his hand again, "and I'm sorry for even bringing all this up." Pinching his brows momentarily, Durose finished, "I'm sorry. I'm sure you don't want to here all this. I'm just wasting our time. I..I...I'll...I'll leave you alone. I can see you are busy with something else. Forget I even mentioned anything. I shouldn't have bothered you like this." Using his arms, Durose turned over and rise to his feet before dusting off his suit a little. Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted November 22, 2006 Share Posted November 22, 2006 The whole situation made him feel akward. He had never discussed any of his feelings with a female. An act like that would have made him look weak in the eyes of his people. He just didn't see her as a cathar female, though. She was so different in so many ways... Good ways, too. At her suggestion, a few ideas crossed his mind. He was sure he could come up with something, but he was more worried about the reverse. "And interesting proposal. And I'll throw it back at you. You come up with some ways for me to do so, too. It's only fair," he replied with a smile realizing that he hadn't smiled in some time now. Now focused back on the mission at hand, Durose nodded, "Yes, we should be there any second now I imagine. Let's get that meeting over with. Then we can see about exploring our other options. I guess you could contact the empire if you like. I don't really know if we will get anywhere but I don't imagine it hurts to try. ((to gala? )) Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted December 13, 2006 Share Posted December 13, 2006 As they left the planet, Durose's head cleared up. "Wow... what was that?! It sounded like everyone was talking all at once. I could barely hear a thing over that noise. That and the pounding headache it gave me. You here all that, Bree?" Durose chuckled, "Complete chaos to be sure. The weird thing is a could of swore their mouths weren't moving. Pretty weird, huh?" Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted December 14, 2006 Share Posted December 14, 2006 Durose didn't fight Brina as she led him back to his room. Sitting down on the bed, Durose felt exhausted. "Yeah...maybe...maybe I'll do that..." After Brina left, Durose sat on the bed for a little while longer. Ah. I think I'm feeling better now. Getting up from the bed, he began to walk to the door. Everything was good at first, but suddenly the room started tilted. "WHAM!" the metal clanged as he banged his head against the doorway. Holding his jaw, he rolled back and forth in pain for a few seconds. He noticed he had gotten some blood on his hands. His mouth must have been bleeding. Dang it! Trying to sit himself upright, Durose miserably failed. Finally giving up, Durose laid sprawled out across the floor, half way inside his room, half way outside. Tilting his head to the side, Durose spit out some body and then felt his mouth again. Yup. I definitely am bleeding. Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted March 20, 2007 Share Posted March 20, 2007 Victoria sipped on her Sunburn as Ganelon did likewise. "Thanks, Mr. G." At Ganelon's question, Victoria laughed. "Durose. He ended up picking up a job at the Link. Don't ask me why, though. He isn't the people person kind of guy. He rarely even works with others, period. With me, I think he just felt sorry for me and decided to show me the ropes. And even then, once he felt I was ready to go it alone, we parted ways. Of course, I still kept in contact with him from time to time. When he told me about his new job and offered me a position I figured, 'why not?'" Victoria laughs a little. "The next thing I know I'm running security and flying around with the likes of you. Not that that's a bad thing, of course. It's just different... You know... You always have money coming in. You don't have to worry about your next meal or your next job. You don't have to go looking for one or think about how long it will take or if the pay will be enough. It's take me some time to adjust, but I think I've gotten the hang of it." Victoria took another sip. "What about you? This isn't something you're used to, is it? I thought I remember hearing something or other about you being a business man of sorts. I don't imagine running around the galaxy is your style." Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted March 29, 2009 Share Posted March 29, 2009 A Link freighter traverses the galaxy through the alternate dimension of hyperspace, only occasionally entering realspace momentarily for a course change. Aboard, Victoria paces as she stands in the cockpit area. With her arm currently in a sling, she meditates on their next move. She can't help but worry about Slicer's condition. It was likely that he could make a full recovery, but at the moment there was a good chance that they might lose him. That wasn't a terrible option by any stretch of the imagination, but it would leave them with much fewer options. What's more, it definitely wouldn't help completely solve their current dilemma. All the same, there was little she could do at this point. The Casino might likely move to meet them halfway and cut down on some of the travel time but the necessity of travel time itself was unavoidable. The Medevac team would just need to do the best they could to keep him stabilized until they could move him to the facilities on the Link. Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted February 19, 2020 Share Posted February 19, 2020 This was not how he imagined leaving Chandrilla behind. Everything had gone so dramatically wrong. This was the Jedi's fault as much as it was his and Rose's. Or maybe it was no one's fault at all. But it was easier to find someone to blame. As she stumbled towards him, Durose realized that he was still tightly squeezing his choked out victim with all his might. It was no doubt the shock of everything. He felt like he was frozen in time as the seconds fleeted away.So much for taking a prisoner... Snapping out of it enough to toss the wookiee aside, Ro tried to move to Rose's side but his body didn't respond. “Hey.” There was supposed to be a response but nothing came out. Instead, he gaped at her with eyes as wide as saucers. “You did really well, Durose. And here I got uh…” Durose looked at the horrific wound on her chest. This was his fault. This really was his fault. If he hadn't made her abandon her armor, she might have maybe survived that blast. Or maybe she still wouldn't have. But it was easier to find someone to blame. As the tears rolled down her cheeks, they mixed with the blood that came trickling out of her mouth as she spoke. She was clearly in bad shape.“I… I Kriffed up.” He watched in horror as her petite frame collapsed beside his numb body. He found himself still trapped in a stunned silence. It wasn't until she touched his shoulder that the feeling in his arms and legs returned to him and he snapped out of his mortified trance. It wasn't the first time he or Dhonarr had seen death. But this death was more real to him than most of the others. Especially since these memories and experiences were really his. He had lived such a sheltered life at the Link. But he missed that life more than ever in Rose's final moments. What he had experienced over the last couple months was not living. It was a never ending nightmare. “I set the autopilot to Cathar. I…don't feel so good.” Even as she spoke, she seemed a bit delirious. She might not have even known what she was saying at this point.Was the autopilot set to the planet of Cathar? Or is she calling me "Cathar" and it is "set, too, Cathar"? Did she even know where Cathar was? Did these smugglers have accurate star charts there? Aren't we supposed to be heading to track down the Jedi?! "Shhh..." Ro began as he wrapped his long arms around her and held her tight. "You did fine, Soo'Gah'Wae. But if you wanted a shirt in red, I wouldn't have gladly bought you one from one of the shops. You didn't have to go out and do all this." His voice cracked as he spoke, his weak attempt at humor the only thing he could think of. She deserved to smile before she died. At the very least, he wanted her to see a smiling and reassuring face before she rejoined the great Circle of the Force. It was just that he was having trouble smiling with all the water that kept creeping out from underneath his eyelids. Clearing his throat and wiping his eyes with his free arm, he hugged Rose tight to his body as he rocked her a little. He could feel her body growing cold and her life fading."I love you, Soo'Gah'Wae. Don't forget me when you join the Circle. I will need your strength and spirit to guide and watch over me so that I can stay strong and defeat me enemies." His voice was a bit shaky but he said that last little bit with conviction. In all honesty, he didn't know if he really "love-loved" Rose. But the truth didn't really matter right now. She always carried so much pain around with her. She deserved to feel loved for once. In reality, Ro was still very much on the fence about what to make of Rose. There were things he definitely didn't like about her. Her impulsiveness in particular was unacceptable to him. And honestly, she was now dead because of it. She had acted like a child and put them both at risk. Maybe if she had thought things through and discussed her plans with him before acting...Kriff, Soo'Gah'Wae! Maybe you wouldn't be here dying in my arms! Or maybe she would have still ended up here sooner or later. Maybe this was all her fault or maybe it wasn't. Or maybe it was the Force or fate. But it was easier to find someone to blame. Seconds stretched on for what seemed like an eternity. He could tell that she was having difficulty breathing, much less speaking. Barring some sort of miracle, it looked like their time together had run out. His mind was pulled back to a song Dhonarr's mother used to sing to him at night when he couldn't fall asleep. It has an rhythmic melody that he had always liked as a child. A 'duh duh duh dum, duh duh duh dum' or 'duh duh dum, duh duh duh dum' generally alternating back and forth. It was the only thing he could think of with such short notice. It wasn't a funeral dirge, but it was a pleasant enough tune to fade off to sleep to. In those final moments, the song kept playing in his head. So instead of keeping it to himself, the former Watcher of the Link softly whispered the melody to his dying Soo'Gah'Wae. His voice echoed softly off the walls as the ship quietly hurled through hyperspace towards its next destination."Sleep my darling little one.The sun is down and night has come.Close your eyes and fade to sleep.Yes I am here, oh yes my dear, I will keep, you safe and sound.From what dangers might be found.So close your eyes and fall to sleep.Think sweet thoughts and dream of me.The night is here and talk is cheap.Oh what wonders you will see.The sun is down and night has come.So dream sweet dreams, my little one." ___ Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted February 26, 2020 Share Posted February 26, 2020 The last two days had been hard for Ro to properly describe. Perhaps “nightmare” was the most apt word for it all. He had made long journeys before but none quite like this. After their little skirmish, Ro had passed out with Rose's warm corpse in his arms. When he awoke, her body was little warmer than room temperature and it had already begun to stiffen, frozen in a moment of time long since passed. The smell of death was all around him. But it felt like moving would only acknowledge what he already knew was true about Rose, so instead he just laid there in silent meditation for what felt like hours. When the smell of death and fecal matter became no longer bearable, Durose finally began to stir. Freeing himself from Rose was a bit haunting. He could almost swear that he saw the hints of a smile frozen on her lifeless face. But it may have been his mind playing tricks on him. Moving her aside, Durose went to work dragging the other bodies towards the nearest airlock. The work wasn’t particularly hard but his spirit wasn’t in it. This whole thing had turned out to be a big mess. Or rather, a terrible tragedy. After dealing with the other corpses, Ro returned to Rose’s body and carefully lifted it up and carried it into the Fresher Suite. He removed what was left of his tattered shirt and went about meticulously washing the body from head to toe. The stomach would also need to be properly gutted and sewn back up to as best as reasonably possible in its condition. He could tell that the tense muscle fibers had already begun to breakdown as he carefully went through the procedure. As unpleasant as it all was, it was necessary. Once he was satisfied with the level of detail and care taken in preparing the body, Durose gave it a final scrub down and left the corpse in there to dry while he began to explore the ship. There wasn’t much value to be found on the ship to be honest. But the Mon Calamari had two items of note. In his collection of personal items, Durose happened upon some robes and a lightsaber that seemed to suggest that the man was once a Jedi. What he had done to end up with this less than reputable crew was beyond Ro, but this realization made it that much more fortuitous that they had caught his group by surprise and Rose had used that split second to blast him right between the eyes. He clearly couldn’t have been that high ranking or versed in the Force but the fact that he had a lightsaber of his own must have at least meant something. Beyond that, Ro found a light repeating blaster and a holdout pistol and a variety of knickknacks, datapads, comm units, and random trinkets. The Jawa also had a rather expensive collection of repair and hacking tools which Ro used to hack the ship’s database and rewrite certain codes and information. Of course, he realized that he would need a clean registration if he intended to keep this ship. But he knew a few people on Nar Shadda that could be relied on for that. He just needed the right items to trade. And judging from the crew of this ship, what he needed was already here. He just had to figure out where they had installed the smuggling compartments. In the meantime, he decided to visit the captain’s quarters. That was where he found their droid. A TDL Nanny droid with the designation NAN-3, Ro had no idea what to make of the bolt restrained metal contraption. To be completely honest, Ro had failed to realize that this model of bot even existed. It made sense that something like this would. He had just never ran into one quite like this. Inside the room, Ro found the caller to command the bot. The feminine bot informed Roshan that she was a member of the crew and belonged to the captain and crew as partial payment for a job that they had performed for another group. It had also been modified to function as a protocol droid and could speak Jawa and wookiee, among other languages. Ro could honestly care less at this point. He commanded the droid to begin clean up duty and scrub away all the blood, bacteria, fecal matter, and grime that had been left from all the fighting and killing. The droid was mortified to learn that the former crew was dead, but it otherwise followed Ro's orders (not that it could really disobey if it wanted to). Before he headed off to get some rest, however, Ro returned to the Fresher Suite with the Mon Cal’s jedi robe and dressed Rose’s body in it. No one was quite the right size for her and this oversize piece of attire was no exception but he didn't feel right just leaving her now clean corpse exposed and out in the open. He ordered the droid to not enter the suite for any reason and headed to the captain’s room to sleep. He wasn’t sure just how long he actually slept before jolting awake. He couldn’t quite remember his dream but he could still feel the ominous intensity that lingered from it. This is all wrong. All wrong. What have you done, Rose? What have we done? He found the morbid nature of this whole voyage rather unsettling. But there were important aspects that needed to be taken care of. As his Soo’Gah’Wee, she deserved a proper burial in the land of his ancestors. But he actually knew so little about her.If only there was some way that I could... Suddenly, the thought hit him like lightning streaking across a bleak winter nightscape. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t thought of it sooner! Her helmet! Using the Jawa’s tools and some of the items the ship had available, the former Watcher of the Link was able to create a makeshift display to allow him to see the information that was kept within Rose’s helmet without wearing it (something his head was too big to succeed at doing). Of course, what he found was way more than he bargained for. The first thing that he realized upon accessing her helmet was that it was linked to her funds account and had her Black Sun agent ID listed. He hadn’t realized that she was a member of the Black Sun before she joined the Mandalorians but undoubtedly this handsome sum of credits came from her time under their employment.What in the galaxy was she thinking just tossing this thing out!?!? If I hadn’t taken it, who knows who could have gotten access to all this stuff! But beyond the superficial, Ro found a treasure trove of personal data. There were holophotos of her parents and her as a little child, journal entries, and all sorts of information. He felt a bit rude snooping around but he wanted to make sure that he properly performed her burial rights based on the person this clone was. Not her deceased alter egos. Backtracking through her available information wasn’t a terrible complicated task but he found himself watching and reading entries that she had left behind with hints of horror and intrigue. She was a complex but troubled clone who had almost thrown away everything to join him on this fool’s errand. She had honored their bond. And her helmet belonged to her child or mate or next of kin. However, all he tracked down was a series of entries and expenditures pointing to a cloning facility on Tatooine. Heavy is the head that wears this helmet. But she deserves the right to know and choose its final rest place, whether on her head or in a pile of scrap. Headed to the cockpit, Ro decided to inform Dhon that he was on his way and wanted to meet at the tribal burial site for a funeral followed by a lucrative proposition. Finally satisfied with his message after a few trial versions, Ro sent it off. To his surprise, more time had passed than he realized. He would be dropping out of hyperspace in less than an hour. Returning to Rose’s body, he removed the necklace that he had given her way back when she had first defeated him in combat. He stared in silence at the edges of the triangle-shaped fossil. Then at the Cathar words engraved on it. 'To the victor,' indeed. Placing it back around her neck, Durose took a small knife and cut a lock of Rose’s hair before pocketing it. Her body had returned to being limp by this point. It would likely start smelling bad rather soon. If he was lucky, the worst of it would not begin until after she was well buried. But this morbid business was anybody’s guess at this point. Ro just wanted to be done with it already. He wanted to remember Rose how she was before they boarded their infernal ship. Not the discolored corpse that lay in front of him now. ___ 1 Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted April 28, 2020 Share Posted April 28, 2020 Leaving Ishvara behind for the first time in a very, very long time, Lord Roshan's new acquired T-6 Shuttle mostly purred as it sailed through hyperspace, shaking only every once in a while just to remind him of how simple and frailly it was designed. While Solus played around with his new pet, Lord Roshan closed his eyes and relaxed for a moment. His relaxation, however, was interrupted abruptly by the return of his new weapon. “Lord Roshan, sir, Tear is bandaged up and while he didn’t like it, he, uh...he’s bandaged up.” "Well done, Soulless. He'll hopefully be back up and running in no time." “Um, Lord, a question. I swore to your cause but...what is it? Your cause? After all, you are a god, and you ascended me...so what is the goal that I work towards? I understand to become a powerful weapon, but...what does that mean?” Lord Roshan paused. He spun in his chair a little to better face Solus, "Well, Sir Soulless... that is a great question. Are we talking about immediate or existential? In an immediate sense, my cause is to see that you become a great weapon, a "god killer," "soul reaper," and true Knight of Roshan and perhaps even a legendary Sith Lord. And then along with Aliss and I, we will return to Ishvara and kill my rival and all his children and families and their families families and all their relatives and friends and allies and associated people for their desecration of my sanctuary. On that day, with his disembodied head in my hands... I will declare his name and curse it. But I have sworn to never speak it again until the die he dies." The ship shook a little as he spoke of cursing the man's name. Spinning back around in his chair, Lord Roshan checked the readouts in front of him. Everything looked normal. Vessel was probably just showing its age. "As far as existentially speaking, we exist. But you are the greater than us "mortal gods"? What does it even mean to be a god? That we have power? That we can create life? That we should be obeyed and worshiped out of fear or reverence? Or is it simply a title we take to make ourselves feel better or make weaker minds bow before us? To speak truth, Soulless, I am not god in a true sense. I did not create the universe or the Force or even you. But I do understand it, I can manipulate it, and I did place you in a body that gave your already created existence a physical form." Lord Roshan took a deep breath before letting it out slowly and continuing, "But you and Aliss are my children. You are my legacy. One of flesh and one of metal. That's why you take my name. If you choose to rule the galaxy, I will support that cause. If you choose to reign as a god on Ishvara, so be it. But the meaning of life is subduing. The weak must serve us because we are strong. Not everyone can sense the force and use it. So we are special. And our specialness makes us better and greater and more important than them. And thus, it is our responsibility to perfect our power and bend the knees of all that oppose such power and our right to rule." Spinning back around in his chair to face Solus, Lord Roshan added with a hint of sadness, "I forgot that. I grew complacent. I lost everything. The Force punished me. Because I did not continue to enslave it to my will. And a slave on the loose is a betrayal waiting to happen. Does that help answer your question at all, Soulless?" ___ Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Durose Roshan Posted May 1, 2020 Share Posted May 1, 2020 (edited) “Lord Roshan, I vow to be the god-killer you need. Once I have become strong enough, your rival will feel your wrath! Yes, that is my oath! Ha ha!” Roshan listened to the Shard's words as it spoke. The phrase "need" made him bristle a bit. He did not need Solus to be a god-killer. But do I desire it? Of course. Lord Roshan chose not to correct the being in that moment, however. The Shard's heart was in the right place. “Yes! That is it! I will become a god slayer! Solus the Ascended will become more!..." With each mechanical vibration of his voice, the Shard's excitement became more and more palpable. Roshan listened in silence, reflecting on the words uttered. "I will become a tool of the Force! By this body!" Another false statement. But he will learn in time. "I swear to be a weapon to slay gods, become a god myself, and then...your rival will feel your wrath.” As Tear howled and the ship rattled, Lord Roshan spun back around in his chair. He looked over the readouts. The area of space they had dropped out of hyperspace into was unfamiliar and devoid of natural markers. And in the distance, a massive, derelict, space station looking object sat silently in space. It looked old, if not ancient. An ominous chill ran down Roshan's spine at the mere glance. Whatever the almost obelisk-shaped object was, it exuded darkside energy and its artificial gravity well had yanked the small T-6 shuttle out of hyperspace with ease. Moving the ship away from the object and having the nav-computer recalculate their destination, Roshan spoke over his shoulder to Solus."Sir Soulless, I commend your excitement. But actions speak louder to words. We can speak something into existence only if we follow such talk with actions. And never... and I mean never... allow the Force to make you its tool. You must enslave the Force to your will. To become a tool of the Force would be akin to making a pet mynock or Tut'aka your master or taking orders from a food dispenser. Simply because something is useful or capable of performing helpful or vital tasks that's doesn't mean that it deserves to be master over your autonomy or has any the right to control you! That is where many a foolish force user falters and becomes weak, impotent, and easily defeatable. Never forget that." Hitting a few buttons on his console, Lord Roshan sighs, "I must apologize for the slight detour. It seems that something random pulled us slightly off course. But we will be back on course in a few moments as soon as we escape its gravity well. Go and check on Tear. As soon as we are in hyperspace again, I'm going to tend to Aliss. Our current route seems to be a shortcut of sorts. Give us another several hours or more and we should be arriving at our destination in no time. In the meantime, I think I'll take this chance to get some rest." Once back in hyperspace, Lord Roshan checked in on the sleeping Aliss. She and the other Knights of Roshan had pushed themselves to their limits just getting as far as they had. She deserved the chance to rest. A shiver rippled down Roshan's spine as he laid down on the metal floor. It wasn't the cold of the floor that made him react, however. It was the thought of where they were headed. He had taught himself two languages over the decade plus of his "seclusion" from the rest of the galaxy. The first was an expanding of what he already knew of the Echani language. It was a research project that he had began before arriving on Ishvara and was easy enough to continue. It was also a language that he eventually taught to his Knights and that they used tactically in battle. But the second was practical for far different reasons. In spite of the challenge, he had spent years learning and mastering the Sith language. It wasn't necessarily easy but between the artifacts and old manuscripts and auxiliary databases and the extra digging he had done while "exhuming" Sith artifacts and journals from caches and tombs, he had managed to piece together a fairly extensive knowledge of the base language in several of its most common forms. And that knowledge intimidating him a little at this moment. Because whether the readout was in High Sith or some other hybrid form, what he could make of it read an awful lot like the sith word for "Pesegam." And he was more than a little familiar with what Pesegam meant. Also referred to as Moraband or Korriban by the ancients, he'd read stories of its existence and ties to the Darkside and the original Sith Empire. And as much as Lord Roshan didn't mind a little mystery on occasion, he hated surprises. But as it stood, what awaited them there was anyone's guess. And yet all the same, on to Korriban it was. Fear would not stand in the way of the answers and the power they sought. At least, not this time. ___ Edited May 1, 2020 by Durose Roshan Updated Character Sheet Old Durose Roshan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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