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The War Arrives To Hellifyno! Awkward Meeting… Jim Kirk Meets Triv (Crashed: Inquisitor Pilot – The Enemy).. (By: Captain James T. Kirk – Early Morning – 7.30.17)

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Orders From?

Orders From Speir?

Orders From Arven?

Orders From On High…

Were Finally, Cemented, Into Action…

To Remove, The Crew, From Their Equation…

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http://www.rolepages.com/profiles/blogs/the-inquisitorium-upon-hell…

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http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Executor-class_Star_Dreadnought

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http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Executor-class_Star_Dreadnought/Legends

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Out Of The Fray…

Two TIE/LN Star-Fighters…

Sustained Damage: And, Crashed Into The Ground…

 

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http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/TIE/ln_space_superiority_starfighter

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http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/TIE/LN_starfighter

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http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/TIE_Series

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http://www.starwars.com/databank/tie-fighter

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Which Meant That…

Two Pilot: Inquisitor Soldiers…

Were Damaged, Were Lost, and: Without Food….

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http://www.rolepages.com/profiles/blogs/the-inquisitorium-upon-hell…

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Introduction

Just: One Day!

Just: One Day Before!

The Crew: Had To Run! Had To Run! For Their Lives!

Nine TIE/LN Star-Fighters, polluted the skies! Laser Canons! Laser Canons! 

Beyond: The Red Sun Inn. Beyond: The Mountains. Beyond: Every Path For Their Escape. 

Kirk watched the heavy, near impossible bombardment to the area, within the safety of a pocket dimension. One that Malis had created, to protect The Crew. Malis went out of her way to save them, at Her Own Cost: Every Damn Time. By disrupting/fighting, the progress of the TIE/LN Star-Fighters…

Kara went out of her way, and took down, Two TIE/LN Star-Fighters, with relative ease. Out of the Nine TIE/LN Star-Fighters that arrived that day, only Seven Made it back to Their Ship: The Debaser.

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http://www.rolepages.com/profiles/blogs/the-inquisitorium-upon-hell…

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Now

Kirk is dreaming about, The Enterprise…And…Those Clouds, Up Above, Aren’t Helping….

It’s morning, some-where within the Red Sun Inn. It’s mid-morning, some-where, around Five-AM

Kirk is alone in his Retrospective Thoughts, to think about what was found within the area. Which were: Two Crashed TIE/LN Star-Fighters. The Pilots were no-where to be Found. Not yet: anyway…

Triv/Kirk Meet RSI Morning – 7.30.17

Triv Bellecour

The tall blonde man had stared at the inn from the tree line for nearly an hour, now. His protective suit gone, except for the black body glove, and the survival belt around his waist, Triv was unsure of what to do. This shouldn’t be here. And neither should he. And yet? What was there for it? Hesitantly, the man stepped forward, and by the time he walked to the door, his imperial swagger had returned. He pushed the door open, and walked into the Inn, glancing around with cautious, brown eyes.

Captain James T. Kirk

Kirk never had any of that Asgardian Wine last night. Which is why his ass is sitting in that bed-booth-campsite-thing-booth, and flipping through his cell phone updates. Who knows WHAT was on that flat phone, to be honest? But he’s actually still in that Blue Survival Suit, which is required, to a degree. Bold. Dangerous. He just does not give a fuck anymore. Pike. Gone. George. Gone. Countless others. Gone. Illusions, intrusions: manifested delusions. Kirk could go on! Till he turned around to get a good look at the new man walking into the Inn. Eye Squint. Left Eye, Narrowed. Kirk just patiently observes the man, while his own force energies begin to build up within his palms, “………………”

Triv Bellecour

He glanced at Kirk, but if he noticed anything in particular about him, he didn’t show it. He walked slowly to the bar, and as he turned, the imperial emblem on the back of his belt became obvious. He carried a blaster-pistol at his side, in easy reach. He stared at the passing hobgoblins for only a moment, before taking his seat, and knocking loudly on the counter, for Jerry’s attention, while calling out. “Bartender. Got food? Give me a bowl of stew, or something.” He demanded, and placed the pistol on the counter.

Captain James T. Kirk

If there was one Imperial guard: then there were more of them that crashed the day prior? The Imperial Emblem was noticed rather quickly, while Kirk merely opened his left palm for the Strife weapon. In the palm of his left hand. Secured. Building UP all of the powers of his emotions into a bile taste of his bitter fantasies. Kirk had to wonder if he could pull off taking this guy as a prisoner. He can, of course, maybe, right? So? Out of the booth, or? Better than an open target on day floor. Kirk arrives near Triv, and asks, “…You got lost or something?”

 

Triv Bellecour

The man spun, and examined the Strife weapon, and he lunged for the pistol, standing straight, and pointing the weapon directly at Kirk’s face. “Are you threatening a Pilot of The Inquisition, citizen?” He countered, his finger already curled upon the trigger.

Captain James T. Kirk

A Shame. Not a flinch from Kirk. Nothing. Not even a genuine reaction to what’s facing him. Nothing. In return to the weapon in his face: Kirk, offers a faint smile, “You want to hold it?” Kirks eyes locked upon the pilots features, “…Will that make you feel better? Safer?”

 

Triv Bellecour

He was young. Early twenties, and fit, as was required of a man in his field of military service. His face was still rather youthful, and a scar clipped his right eyebrow in two. The tip of the barrel wavered, slightly, and the man’s forehead began to grow shiny. He started to circle, slowly, as his eyes looked around. “Who are you? Put down that weapon.”

Captain James T. Kirk

“Oh?” Kirk actually appears as if he’s thinking about it, “You /Want/ Me? To put This Weapon….Down?” So? Kirk looks to the weapon in his left hand grasp: horizontally. Side-ways. Vertical. Then back to the original position it was in before, “No. This was given to me by a long, lost hobo……I can’t break my word and have it gone”, Kirk is grinning, “…Tell ya what”, he says, “…I’ll holster mine? If you holster yours?”

 

Triv Bellecour

“Right. Sure.” He lowered his weapon, slowly, until it was hovering just above the holster, ready to drop in, all the time watching Kirk’s hand, as he did so.

 

Captain James T. Kirk

Since Kirk doesn’t actually have, nor need a holster for weapons anymore? He slips it into what appears to be a tether for a weapon, any weapon: in his survival suit. Where? Usual location. Tucks it there. Done. His grin is just so damn pleasing. Even as he’s waiting on the man to double cross him.

 

Triv Bellecour

He released the gun, and it clicked as is slid into the holster. But his hand remained there, and he did not smile, watching the man carefully. “What is this place?” A completely different question, compared to his last ones. Perhaps he’d work through the whole list before Kirk answered one of them. His stance was ready, like that of a quick-draw gunslinger.

 

Captain James T. Kirk

Kirks: Not gonna help the guy all that much, especially with all of his own force mambo jumbo at his disposal. “As far as I can see, it appears to be a room with some walls around it? And maybe even some windows? And what appears to be a few doors? Those standing flat things within the gaps to the walls, in the openings? You know what? They confuse me: A. Lot. Doors. Windows. Flat Things. I mean? I could be wrong? There are so many different answers to choose from?”

  

Triv Bellecour

“And full of asshole spacers with shitty dad jokes.” He retorted, but relaxed slightly. “I mean… It should be… Gone.” he said vaguely, and waved his left hand around, gesturing towards the ceiling.

 

Captain James T. Kirk

“What do you mean?” Obviously curious: about being called a full-on-asshole.

Kirk, (Farm Boy), is playing, a Dumb Farm Boy, against: The Imperial Inquisition…

 

Triv Bellecour

“Well, it was a pretty dumb joke. Stating the obvious like that. I’m pretty sure that’s what they call a ‘dad joke’, isn’t it?”

 

Captain James T. Kirk

“No Idea”, Kirk is relaxed: but that’s not the point. Though his grin maintained itself…

 

Triv Bellecour

“Is there any sort of main city out here?” He asked, “Somewhere I can use to get off this dirt place. Hellifyno, right?” He pointed to Kirk’s suit. Even if he didn’t know the emblem on it, he recognized the advanced fabric for what it was. “I mean. You’re clearly not from here.”

 

Captain James T. Kirk

“I don’t know, is there?” He asks in return, with a shrug, “…I’ve been looking for another city, another something, for ages”, which isn’t too far from the truth…

 

Triv Bellecour

“You’re stuck too, huh?” He asked, and then relaxed completely, shaking his head, and walking back to the bar, back to his bowl of stew. “God damn it. One of /these/ planets. You have any way of talking to the sky? I might be able to put in a good word for you, if you get us both off?”

 

Captain James T. Kirk

Kirk just nods and shrugs, (pretending to be completely dumb-founded): just like that guy who’s trying to help you? But he doesn’t get it, (not one damn piece of it). Nothing! Nods, again and again and again. “I yell at the Sky! All the Time!” Kirk reminisces, “And then Sometimes!? That Sky, IT SHOUTS: right back down at me!” Points to an ear, “Right into my ear!”

 

Triv Bellecour

He cautiously sampled the stew, beef and potato, with hefty servings of carrots and onions, and nodded his approval, slurping at it for a moment before looking back at Kirk. “Well. At least the food’s alright. Even if the comedy’s shite.”

 

Captain James T. Kirk

“You like the food?” Kirk asks, “What did you get?”

 

Triv Bellecour

“Stew, I guess.” He glanced around. “Say, what’s your name?”

 

Captain James T. Kirk

“Kick and yours?” He was so thankful for Leaner…

 

Triv Bellecour

“Kick?” He shrugged. Not that’s odd a name, where he was from. “Triv.” He turned his attention to the bartender. “Hey, how much does a room cost?” He perked up a bit. “Free? Well damn. Yeah, a key, please.”

 

Captain James T. Kirk

Kick just observed this, Imperial Guard, from his bed-booth-campsite-thing, “…So you’re staying over-night then?” Because it was the oddest thing ever! EVER!

 

Triv Bellecour

“Where the hell else am I going to go?” He said, sounding a bit testy. He hurriedly finished the stew, and collected a key. “I haven’t slept in a fucking day and a half…” He groaned, and started off, up the stairs.

 

Captain James T. Kirk

“So you /did/ get lost then?” Kirk observed Triv, eking over towards those infamous Inn stairs…Amazing! Jerry is going to have a guest within his Inn Tonight!

 

Triv Bellecour

He paused at the base of the stairs, that he did not know to be infamous, and looked back. He shrugged briefly. “Yeah.” He responded, as if it were somehow obvious.

 

Captain James T. Kirk

“Wow? Almost two whole days without food and refreshments. How did you do it?” He makes it sound as if it was a dire tragedy, nonetheless. Awe-struck, “…How did you get by? That’s just incredible! Lost! Out There! Alone!”

 

Triv Bellecour

He patted a canister on his belt. “Had some food here. Shitty stuff, but kept me going. Water was harder to come by. Filtered some stream water about halfway through the first day.” He paused, and narrowed his eyes, a look of suspicion crossing his face. But he turned, and made his way quickly up the stairs.

 

Eurielle

A poor woman walks into the inn and she leans against that door frame for a moment, (before she looks over at Kirk and then at Triv). She appears to be wearing one of the most beautiful dresses ever seen, (almost like it was made from a spider’s web), covered in morning dew: as the sunlight is just touching it, with its rays of light. “Please Sirs? I beg for your help?”. She said as she limps further into the inn, using the furniture around her for balance.

 

Captain James T. Kirk

Slight cant of the head: and Kirk is already wondering if he should give Eurielle the time of day? But, hey: traps are traps. No Thanks. “…And what happened to you?”….

 

Aurora

Aurora slid into the inn and shook a layer of ice and snow from her fur coat. Her eyes looking about the inn, the warmth foreign and unknown. She twitched her whiskers and moved to sit in a far corner away from the heat of the fireplace. She had never seen such a building in her life, not a tree outside touched by the frozen winters of her world. She figured she had just wandered too far down the Spine of the World. That she was just lost. But she didn’t feel quite at home, more like alien. Her clawed paw like hands running over her eyes as though she were rubbing away sleep, but her eyes didn’t lie. She wasn’t home anymore and there was no home to go back to. 

Eurielle

She winces in pain with every step, before lifting her dress up slightly, to show that she had stepped into a fox trap, with the sharp teeth. Eurielle’s silver blood was slowly running down over her foot. “It’s burning, please I beg of you” She said as her legs flinches in pain, as if she wasn’t sure if she should relax her foot on the floor, or just have it in the air? “I will reward you of course”

 

Captain James T. Kirk

“I can’t help you though? I wish I could”, Kirk says, “But that good man over there, maybe?” Points towards Jerry at the bar, “He might be able to help you?” He says, “…But I hope that you get fixed soon?”, and Kicks got TO go with that portal coin to leave. Right NOW! And with that? Kirk’s: Gone…

    1 Comment
    1. this is good.. but last i checked, Storm-troopers (specifically of the inquisitor class), would have shot Kirk when they saw he drew a weapon.

      (my star wars knowledge has been officially dumped on ya’.)

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