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Post by Hal Griemer on Mar 15, 2015 20:48:20 GMT -8
The sound of the ThreadMadness is not catchy nor can it be spread but everyone can be touched by and influenced by it. Many years ago the Madness of a Sith touched one young padawaan. The time was brief but it was a shatter point for the young being. The things he was put through no living being should have had to deal with and continue to live. Any normal being who would have any sanity would have tried to kill themselves, but the young Aleen was not a normal being. The force guided and protected him from the time he was born. Now it kept him alive for what reason only the force would know. Either in a state of bliss or a perpetual nightmare has been the little aleen's life. On the run or as like now in a Sanitarium of Fondor called Hotel Cali was been his life for what remains. Tho those of the sanitarium have started to wish they had not thought that he would be an easy mark for the slave trade or a lab rat for some shadow company. The destruction he has brought upon the group of buildings has set them back. Hal Griemer, an x-jedi aleen, was to be the saving grace for the slowly dwindling sanitarium, but as it currently was he was making it harder for them to get normal being who truly needed help. They have tried to inject him but most would end up hurt badly. So they have had to resort to sealing a room off from the outside world and filling it with sleeping gas. Once out they kept him in that coma like state, not giving the poor creature another chance for freedom or want ones would call a normal life for the few short years he had left.
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Zett Rem
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Post by Zett Rem on Mar 18, 2015 14:00:54 GMT -8
Cal Firestar Solhi Hanan
Fondor.... it was a Republic world; which made some question why the small band of Smugglers was even near the planet. Legally one would think there would be little use of a smuggler like this, but they had their reasons. Or maybe it was just because there was no one crazy enough in the Republic who was willing to transfer this specific cargo haul. In the Cargo hold of the Star Hunter was a man, chained down and gagged so he couldn't speak. This passenger in particular was clinically insane, some believed beyond repair. He had gone on a killing spree more times then anyone could count, and the Republic didn't have anyone willing to take him to the sanatorium. The pay was good, so Zett jumped on the job. Of course, he hadn't been told the "passenger" was an insane, murderous, psychopathic, WOOKIE! Zett loved Wookies most of the time, the sight of one bringing back memories of his time on Kashyyyk. But this one was apparently a Mad claw; Wookies expelled for using their claws for more then just climbing. Apparently after that this Wookie had gone down hill badly, and was so insane anymore that he didn't need reasons at all for doing things with murderous intent. When he had finally been captured they wanted to send him to the best Sanitarium in the Galaxy... one on Fondor apparently. Zett stood in the door way with full armor on, holding a shock collar in one hand and a stun baton in the other. All of the security personnel were conveniently on the OUTSIDE of his ship, and he couldn't convince Cal or Solhi to wrangle with the Wookie to get him into the Sanitarium known as Hotel Cali. "Oooookay big fella..." Zett began as he slowly walked into the room, looking to the Chained down Wookie. For some reason, he wasn't all that convinced that he was harmless. Wonder why? "I hear they got good food, so how about we do this the easy way? Huh? Just get up.... off my ship... through the big pretty doors and no one gets hurt." He tried to be convincing, though there was no facial expression on his helmet. No sooner then Zett moved, he was flung against the wall... and so started the fighting as Zett was forced to try and fight the Wookie into a shock collar that he could lead him out of his ship with... It wasn't pretty but after a while he did finally manage to get out of the ship with the big guy, breathing heavily as he watched a team of workers from the Sanitarium trying to drag the Wookie into the building... "Ow..." He muttered through the voice changer on his helmet, hunched over and breathing heavily after the work out. "Next time.. Cal does it."
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Cal Firestar
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Zett, life is like a cookie. Either you eat it, or spike it and give it to your Mandalorian friend.
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Post by Cal Firestar on Mar 19, 2015 10:09:00 GMT -8
Through most of the ride to Fondor, Cal had the responsibility of watching the wookiee. Solhi had warned him against getting too close, to just keep an eye on the Mad Claw. Naturally, Cal did the opposite. He hadn't intended to rile up the bound prisoner; in fact, he'd tried to be friendly. Things hadn't gone well, and Cal was scrambling out of the cargo hold to the sound of angry grunting and cussing in Shyriiwook following him. He ducked out of the way and bounced down the passage and into the cockpit, whistling innocently as they landed. The Sith teenager decided to let Zett deal with the wookiee while he headed off to find a snack and explore the asylum.
As he stepped down the landing ramp with a giant sandwich in his hands, he stood off to the side and watched Zett wrestle with the mad claw. It was kind of funny, though Cal watched closely to make sure his Mandalorian friend managed okay; if not, he would intervene. But only if he absolutely had to; the sandwich was so much more interesting than the big death machine currently trying to kill Zett. Finally, the wookiee was led outside and a bunch of Republic people grabbed the creature and dragged it inside. Cal walked up to Zett, cheerfully chewing on his sandwich. "Need any help?" he asked, speaking with his mouth full. Solhi always got mad at him for it, but he couldn't break the habit. "This place is creepy. We should look around."
He searched for Solhi amongst the crowd, and once spotting her, strode towards her, beaming happily. "Solhi! Me and Zett are going to explore, wanna come?"
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Post by Solhi Hanan on Mar 23, 2015 17:06:46 GMT -8
Solhi had spent the majority of the trip to the Republic world of Fondor smacking her hand against her forehead. Her boys, Zett and Cal, both made her anxious because when they weren't fighting each other they were doing something even more dangerous. As was the case with Cal since he seemed very eager to provoke the dangerous prisoner they were keeping in the cargo bay. When the time came for them to discuss who would subdue the Wookie Solhi had been quite adamant about Cal not being the one to deliver him. It didn't make sense that she would be the one to do it either since she was almost a foot shorter than him and less than half his weight. She had watched nervously as Zett barely managed to restrain the Mad Claw. The whole time her hands were planted halfway over her eyes, obscuring her view slightly. Cal was off a ways watching while he ate the sandwich she had made for him. Solhi had made one for Zett as well if he survived long enough to eat it. She followed him into the building at a distance, making sure there was plenty of space between herself and the insane Wookie.
Once the Mad Claw was handed off to the staff at the sanitarium, Cal appeared with Zett.
"Next time Cal does it," Zett muttered, to which Solhi shot him a mama-bear-esque glare.
"Solhi! Me and Zett are going to explore, wanna come?"
Solhi's attention turned from Zett to Cal who smiled up at her with the smile she could rarely say no to. The idea to poke around a hospital for the mentally ill- especially one where they kept patients like the one they had just delivered- seemed like a very bad idea. However, if the boys were so set on going exploring anyway she doubted that there was a way for her to dissuade them from jumping into the dangerous situation. She glanced between the two, as if trying to figure something out. With a heavy sigh she shrugged. It actually sounded like a lot of fun but if she became too eager then the likelihood that they'd do something dangerous and stupid only grew.
"Umm, yeah let's go look around," she answered with a slow nod. "But don't tease any of the patients here. Not sure Zett's body can take another beating."
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Post by Hal Griemer on Apr 7, 2015 18:54:53 GMT -8
As night started to set upon Fondor a shift change was happening at the sanitarium. The night shift looked battle worn and tired. One a security guard was shaking visibly mumbling some thing about the dolls..'got to watch the dolls'. Moving past the three new being he looked over and ran over to them and asked in a shaky frightened voice.
"Are you the relief watch? Please say you're the new watch I can't take it any more! I can't do another night of that torture. They come out of no where. They're moving on their own. When they ask 'do you want to play?' don't respond just run."
One of the nurses take him by the shoulders and usher him inside.
The halls looked normal yet quiet. On one's right as you enter was the security guard's station. There in the open window was three small animatronic dolls: a bear, a duck, and a rabbit. From the office the guard was shouting at the top of his lungs about the missing dolls. The nurse was trying to calm him but he was to disturbed and was shaking more violently.
In the main hall the patients of the sanitarium wandered around or watched a holo vid screen with nothing on it and laughing whole heartily. A small group was huddled together drawing. Drawing the dolls from the guard room and four others one was a small boy with balloons another was a clown puppet. The other two were more disturbing. One was a Mon Calamari who had blue lighting bolts coming from his hands. The other was a dismembered togruta in a tube. Each as they drew the pictures repeated the same phrase, 'Help will come they will release me. Yes they will.'
As the outside world darkened so did the halls and the patients rose as one and moved to their respective rooms. Leaving one hooded being drawing and rocking frantically by a outside window. Movement could be see just out side the window but the sun was obscuring the focus of one's eyes until they got closer to the window. As one would look out the window for a better view at the movement outside a clown like puppet would flop from above the outside window and hit it loudly making every one jump no matter who they were.
"Need to be free, we need to be free. Please re....lease.....me."
The figure would repeat just after the jump scare and when you get near her. When ones come over to view her the lights would twitch and blink. When you were with in two or three feet the being would turn quickly to you. As she did the hood would fall and a female togruta would be seen. She would have the look of being wet and faded in color as if the blood had been drained from her body. Then she would jump at you reaching out to grasp for help. With in your head you would head a voice say, 'Help me, release me!' Then the lights would blink out sending the room into darkness for three seconds.
The lights would flicker on again to show the main hall bathed in a warm glow of the wall lights and the holo-vid player would be playing a cartoon from more than fifteen years ago. A nurse would then come into the room thanking you for the transportation of the wookiee. Offering pay in cash she handed over the payment with a glossed over look to her eyes. As she would leave a odd wind would blow through the room rustling the papers and chasing dust bunnies under the furniture.
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Zett Rem
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Post by Zett Rem on Apr 8, 2015 21:56:21 GMT -8
As if Zett had summoned the boy just by calling his name, Cal appeared next to him, eating that massive sandwich with the smug look on his face. Zett slowly turned, his eyes narrow behind his helmet as he looked to Cal, an audible growl being heard through the filters in the armor. If looks could kill, Cal would have been dead right about now... well... in truth he would have been dead a long time ago, but now would be one of the times too. He didn't say anything for a moment though, just glaring at the boy as his chest heaved in and out while he was still working on catching his breath after tackling the Wookie and getting him passed off to the rest of the working crews here at Hotel Cali-Fondor.
After a moment Zett pulled his eyes away from the rascal and started looking around the area again, sighing a bit as he took in what little there was to see. The building was old and worn down, this could be seen even from outside where they were, and through the windows that were open. The grounds around the facility wasn't kept up much better either, all of it appearing old and dilapidated. Cal made his observation and Zett nodded from behind his helmet. "Yeah, real creep-" He was trying to agree with the kid for once, but then the part about wanting to look around registered, and before Zett could stop him he was off. "Hey wait! Cal!" Zett was quick to follow after the boy where they soon found Solhi.
When Cal volunteered him to go exploring Zett was quick to speak up in his defense... "No i! But it wasn't! And i didn't!" but no matter how quick he spoke Cal and his smile was faster, and it seemed to win Solhi's vote. That was two against one. He sighed heavily and hung his head, slapping his thigh armor with the palms of his hands as he groaned a bit. "Alright... let's all go in the big scary sanitarium... brilliant idea guys." He relented with a roll of his eyes, all behind his armor before he was following the other two deeper into the building.
The three of them of course stopped at the front for the credits that was owed the trio first, Zett counting it up quickly and dividing it three ways among them. Before long though they were going deeper into the building such as the waiting rooms, only to see the lights being spiratic and the patience all leaving the room almost like clockwork to their own sleeping quarters.
"So... list of scary things I've seen in my life.
A Hairless Wookie...
a Sith face...
A force cave that wanted to eat me...
Cal in his boxers...
an INSANE Wookie...
Now this place...
huh... Hotel Cali Fondor is only the second scariest."
Zett of course didn't list them in any particular order, so the items from scariest to least scary could be left up to his companions imagination... but he believed Cal in his boxers still topped the list.
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