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Color is on. ________ _ _____ / ___ _| / \ | \ ____\ \ | | / _ \ | /___ |______/ |_| /_/ \_\|_|\_____| _______________________________________________________________________________________ ____ _ _________ ________ __ _ __ __ __ __ ____ __ __ ___ _ _ / _ || | /\|_ _|_ _|| | \ | || \ | | / \ || |||_ _||| ||/ \\\ // / / | || |/ \ || || | __| |\ || _|| ) | _|/ \ || || || || ||| | \\// | / | || ||/\| || || ||_ | |/ |||_ | | ||_ | /\ | || || || || ||| | \/ | | | || | || || | _|| / | _|||\| | _|| || | || || || || ||| | | || \ \ | || | || || || | | || ||/| || | || | || || || |\\ ||| | | || \ || || ||||| || || ||_ | |\ \||_ | | ||_ | \/ \ || || || ||\\ ||| | /\ __/ || || ||||| || || | || || || || ) | |\ \ \|\_/| _||_ || \\||| | //\\ |____/|_||_||||| || || |__||_||_||__||_/ |__| \__/\/\___/|____||| \_|\___/// \\ _______________________________________________________________________________________ ___ _ ___ _ _____ ____ \ \/ \/ / / \ | \ / ___| \ / / _ \ | /__\ \ \_/ \_/ /_/ \_\|_|\______/ Star Wars : Shattered Equinox By: Bartek (Caspian) Shaarani and Tony (Kupek) Robbins Based on SWReality 1.0 by Sean (Durga the Hutt) Cooper And SWRiseInPower 1.0 by Mark (Darrik Vequir) Miller Original SMAUG 1.0 written by Derek (Thoric) Snider. See HELP CREDITS for additional credits Star Wars and Star Wars names are a copyright of Lucasfilm ltd. Please enter your name: Last connected from: 24.55.208.26 Welcome to Star Wars : Shattered Equinox! (Incoming Message) Damonous: 'Miss Cassilia. Are you free? Can we meet?' (Outgoing Message) Damonous: 'Yes, I'm free right now. Where would you like to meet?' (Incoming Message) Damonous: 'Do you remember where we last met? I'm sure you do... The Corusca Gem? I've returned to the same booth.' (Outgoing Message) Damonous: 'I'll be there in a few minutes. Let me just finish up this letter.' Damonous stands as the young woman enters the room. He seems to be at attention, and he seems to know what he's doing, as he performs the action quite well. He releases the tension in his lower back and waves a hand toward the seat across from the one he was just sitting in. The hand holds a cigarra, and he seemed to have held in some cigarra smoke, because when he speaks it exhales from his mouth, "Thank you for coming." Rasha seems much more composed than she was earlier today; whether it be simply the few hours between their last meeting or something else, she seems much more...regal, if that could be the word. More like a Senator, and not a woman breaking down over the loss of so many lives. She offers Damonous a warm smile. "It's no problem at all, Damonous. How was your talk with Jerrod?" Damonous nods in confirmation to her statement, "It went well." He allows a slight grin to ride up the side of his face as he continues, the outer edges of his eyes creating crowfeet wrinkles as he narrows his eyes slightly, "You look much better. I felt uneasy earlier as you were quite.. disorientated. I'm sure you had your reasons, though." The grin quickly becomes a smile as he gives her a slow agreeable nod. Rasha chuckles softly. "The healing power of a warm cup of chava shared with friends is legendary," she notes, seating herself. "If there is something it can't at least help, I've yet to find it. I'm sorry for my state earlier," she adds, growing a bit more serious. "As I said, I was not myself...I had just recieved some devestating news." Damonous sits across from her, his eyes remaining on hers as he rests his wrists on the edge of the table. He takes a drag from the cigarra and puts his wrist back in its previous posture. He exhales smoke sharply from his nose as he effortlessly cocks his head to the side, "Don't worry, I'm sure you had your reasons. I wasn't offended in the least. You seemed a little more concerned for my well-being than what I should expect, now knowing that the Imperial Remnant and the New Republic are enemies and => (cont'd) all." He leans back, allowing the bottoms of his palms to rest on the edge of the table. Rasha sighs. "As I said, I did - and still do - feel partly responsible for what happened to you. Even if I didn't know about it, the group that still carried it out is part of the New Republic - albeit being disciplined." For a moment, an unreadable emotion flickers across her face, before being replaced by calmness. "When we spoke, when you were in prison...I had told you that you gave me some hope, because you reminded me that we weren't fighting against some nameless enemy, but people. Even if we we. You say in Basic, 'Even if we were against eachother, you're still a person.' Damonous seems slightly confused, "Interesting. For some reason I felt I knew that Stormtroopers were brain washed individuals. I must have been a Stormtrooper, as I have a large tattoo on my back stating as much." He, of course, doesn't offer to show it to her. He expects her to take his word for it. He takes in another deep inhale from the cigarra and awaits what her reply is. "Interesting to say the least." Rasha says, "I know the Remnant does use a degree of brainwashing on their troops...but that doesn't mean that they're any less human - in the loosest sense of the word. The fact that they have to resort to such methods speaks for itself, I believe." Her expression changes some as he speaks about his tattoo, but she doesn't comment on it. Damonous nods, giving a slight shrug and exhaling smoke in a large cloud above his head. "Excellent point." He leans his head back and looks toward the ceiling, "I wonder if the Imperial Remnant will be as curtious and understanding as you." He sits up, pulling the ash tray toward him. He ashes in it and rests his elbows on the table, peering over his locked hands into the woman's eyes. Rasha laughs - and not in a nice way. Obviously she doesn't think much of that idea. "I -highly- doubt it. Judging by their past actions, if they knew you were alive, they would either dismiss you as a lost cause - or, depending on what your position was, attempt to reaquire you and comb your mind for any information about us you gathered in your stay with us." Damonous makes no motion toward her laugh. He simply replies in a deep, confident tone, "What if I told them no? What do you think they'd do?" His eyes slowly narrow as he awaits her response, obviously trusting in her information. He puts the cigarra out in the ashtray and pushes it away from both of them. Rasha studies Damonous for a few moments, then looks down at the ashtray. "Kill you," she says simply, watching the smoke rise from the butt. "It would gall them to no small end to know that one of their soldiers 'abandoned' them. A crime no different from treason, in their eyes." Damonous slowly nods his head, "As I expected." He brings his left hand up to rub his chin, "I agree. What benefit would I have for joining the New Republic, though? What exactly makes it better?" He raises his eyebrow slightly, the tone of his voice signifying more interest in the New Republic now. Rasha returns her gaze to his face. "Truth," she says simply. "Freedom. Those are the ideas I - we strive for. Equality. I know such words can be rather cliche, but..." she smiles ruefully, "They're the truth. The fact remains that right now, the Remnant has an advantage over us - firepower. But we have something they don't have, and that's -knowing- that the universe can't survive under another Empire."