Ni'na Me
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 25, 2016 21:41:14 GMT -8
She nodded to him, and reached for her commlink, "Athran, I need a fluid flush on four."
::He only ordered-:: He started to say.
"Yeah yeah, fluid flush too, on the house. This ship is a piece of work, rather get the essentials taken care of," She rolled her eyes and set her communicator back in her back pocket.
"Random acts of kindness are such a strange concept to those in business it seems. And apologies, I'm a bit defensive and proud of my accomplishments. Is there anything else that I can do so your ship won't blow up or fall apart before it lifts off? I think we'll be done here, and you can get to wherever you're going to in an hour or so."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 17:24:05 GMT -8
Z'har started to answer as the rush of fluids began to flow into his ship. His comment was cut short as he stopped himself to listen. It had been a very, very long time since he had been living full time on a spaceship, but old ingrained habits never truly fade. The sound coming from the pipes was WRONG. There wasn't time for a warning or explanation, he moved. He had a full foot on her height & probably two hundred pounds over her weight. Not that it mattered with this body. Sweeping an arm across the back of her knees, the other grabbed her shoulders almost before she even had time to start falling backward. Tucking her into his chest like he was carrying a child, he ramped his clock cycle all the way up. The world seemed to ground to a molasses like crawl.
Nearly forty metres of twisting corridors between her & the safety of open air. On her own, she would die in the rear cargo hold. There simply wasn't time for her to make the dash. An unoccupied part of his mind noted that the human record for a straight dash that long was just over four & a quarter seconds. His body was already in motion. He launched himself clear across the hold in a single flat arc. He could have moved faster on his own, but couldn't risk the whiplash on a living body, even with the him holding her head steady like he was. Of course, on his own he wouldn't have needed to run in the first place, it wasn't like he needed air or room temperature to function. Fortunately, the door to the hold was still open. The system that was supposed to close it automatically had yet to be fixed. Z'har came to a stop feet first on the bulkhead wall opposite the cargo hold.
Whipping a foot out at one of the bracing struts lining the hallway, he launched himself at nearly a right angle to his last flight. This flight ended with three more speed killing steps on a curving section of wall further down the hall. Behind them, the sound he had knew would come finally happened. A pair of thunderous snaps as the main reactor valves blew, one after the other. The ship would already be filling with a rolling cloud of coolants & reactor fuel that would mean death to any poor soul caught in it. It would be a toss up whether they would die of freeze burn, suffocation, or radiation poisoning first.
Now it was just a straight shot down the long central hall & out the boarding ramp. He ran as fast as he could risk with a passenger. As he was reaching the last stretch of the hall, the cloud caught up with him. A rolling wave of death racing across the ceiling, pushing itself further down as it came. Z'har dropped into a slide. The pair of them slid down the ramp & out onto the tarmac on the seat of Z'har now thoroughly torn up pants. The wave of death began to creep out of the open boarding ramp, curling along the underside of the hull before streaming up into the sky in wisps & ribbons. The same part of him that had made the original side note helpfully chimed in that he had beaten the record by nearly half a second.
-Z'har Stay as low as you can. CUT THE FEEDS!
The last was bellowed in a loud & commanding voice. One that expected to be obeyed in all things without question. The tech that had been manning the pumps cut them off without even bothering to check who had yelled.
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Ni'na Me
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 26, 2016 21:30:52 GMT -8
Athran reacted accordingly, and whistled to his crew to clear the floor. Turrets popped up and sprayed the ship with flame retardant foam. The windows of the cockpit was smashed in by the force of the foam turrets.
Athran was irritated, he glared at the customer, and the negligence of Ni'na. The port was scanned for radiation levels and toxicity. They looked normal so the problem was contained. With an angry swipe of his arm Athran gave a booming command, "Get this damn thing off my floor, and take it to the garage. Ni'na, I'm shocked at your lack of intiution, go home. I'll deal with you in the morning."
"Hey, the cans he gave me for the ship-" Ni'na started to protest.
"Were not current and up to code, clearly. Look at this damn train wreck, you almost endangered the whole crew and irradiated the port for force knows how long! You're one of our top mechanics, the top mechanic in all of malastare, but I will not tolerate ego over common sense! Go home!" Athran grumbled.
"You called me in! That's not fair!" Ni'na growled at him.
"And I'll own that, but for the rest of it, get some sleep," Athran snapped his fingers and pointed to the door.
Ni'na threw up her hands, and shook her head, "I don't believe this..."
"Neither do I," he turned and watched as she left, then looked back to the man named Z'har, "You'll probably want to get a hotel, and thank you for getting her out of there. I'm sorry for the damages she did to your ship. She'll be reprimanded accordingly."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 21:49:36 GMT -8
Z'har looks back at the foaming mess that was his ship. He knew ships well enough that the 'simple' grav plate fix he had stopped for had just become a multi-month refit job just to get the ship back in the air under its own power. The cargo he was supposed to deliver in three days would also have been completely wrecked by the radiation. If the seeds grew at all, which was unlikely, they would still be useless. Ah well, at least it was a freelance job & he didn't have to worry about any angry customers breathing down his neck over it.
-Z'har There is no need. The scans were only a week or so old, but I should have updated them before agreeing to fill her up. After that close call, I doubt she will make the same mistake again. On the plus side, I don't have to worry about any more bugs in the ship's bulkheads. I will need some of my things from the master's cabin, if you would be so kind as to decontaminate them for me. I will make a list.
Around this time, a part of Z'har decided he had been ignoring the rather serious case of road rash on his back for long enough, as his socks were starting to get seriously damp from the minor blood flow.
-Z'har I am also going to need a new shirt, & a bottle of pain killers if you don't mind.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 27, 2016 2:03:33 GMT -8
Athran nodded, the human male thumbed his nose in thought, looking at the damage, and listening to Z'har's request, "Yeah, yeah I can get a crew to retrieve your belongings. By contract and port authority, I can't let you enter your ship until it's been inspected. If you give me the list I can get a crew to start the decontamination process. We do have people who get injured and dirty, so we have plenty of extra clothes laying around, and pain meds. Mainly general pain killers. Don't mind Ni'na though, she saw your project like it was her birthday. She's beyond good at what she does. I'd argue at times beyond even her own understanding, she picked up a wrench one day like a genius picks up an instrument, and just played it."
He sighed and ran a hand through his black hair, "If anything it's dangerous to be anyone with an unnatural knack for a craft in the Mid Rim...with the first order not too many star systems away. Can't put my thumb on it, but Ni'na is gifted."
He stopped a passing by mechanic, and held him at his shoulder, "Hey, can you get this man a change of clothes and some pain relievers from the med station?" He whistled to the rest of his crew, "All right danger is over, get this stuff cleaned up and get the dock up and running. Tow this thing to our garage."
The rest of the crew came out and towed the ship to the maintenance garage, while the other mechanic went into the med station to get a shirt, pants, socks, and a small bottle of pain killers. He brought it all out for Z'har, "Here you are sir."
"Oh, I doubt Ni'na will run off, but, here's her card and address on the back if you want to get in touch with her about damages," Athran pulled a card out from his pocket and handed it to Z'har.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2016 13:16:00 GMT -8
It didn't take long for Z'har to change into the jumpsuit. It wasn't a style he liked & was a little tight on his frame, but it was better than walking around with his buns hanging out. The pain killers however, where just for show. A few were taken out of the bottle & washed down the drain. It never hurt to go the extra mile while trying to blend in with the normal folk. Returning to the man in charge of the repair bay, Z'har handed over the list. It wasn't long, a few changes of clothes, a small blaster pistol, A small computer case & a datapad. Z'har also returned the bottle of pills to him. He wouldn't need to check into a medcentre thanks to his body's auto-repair systems. He would however need a few hours & some mass for the repairs. He would also need to find the mechanic & make sure she wasn't going to start sharing any stories that might drawn unwanted attention to him.
-Z'har Thanks, I feel better already. Know any good places nearby I can grab a good bite to eat & kick up my feet?
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 27, 2016 14:09:11 GMT -8
Athran handed the list to a crew member in a hazmat suit, then turned his attention back to Z'har, "There are a few pubs, and hotels that dot the spaceport. Pixelito is a good place for anything really. There's even a race track not too far from here."
The hazmat team entered the ship to retrieve the belongings on the list, Athran watched as they headed up, "Do you have a means to contact us while we decontaminate your belongings?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2016 14:25:41 GMT -8
Z'har began to nod, then realized that his comlink was still in the go bag that was also on the list he had given. He couldn't help but chuckle at that little slip. It had been a while since something exciting enough to actually distract him from side thoughts had happened.
-Z'har Not as such currently. Come to think about it, my credits are on the ship as well. I might need to stick around for a bit until you decontaminate everything & then worry about food.
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Post by Ni'na Me on Feb 27, 2016 15:06:58 GMT -8
Athran smirked, if there was one thing he liked to do, he liked to punish Ni'na the few times she ever messed up, "Well Ni'na does have a nice place, and I'm sure she would like to apologize to you. She has contact with this spaceport, we can call her up when we decontaminate your belongings."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2016 15:10:06 GMT -8
-Z'har Very well, I will either be there or return here.
Waving goodbye to the manager, Z'har headed out of the spaceport into the city.
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 18, 2018 21:26:45 GMT -8
In one of the canyons of Maladtare, all was tranquil. The sandy coloured rock, layered in shades of the odd orange color the ground had acquired, was sitting still and silent. The sparse vegetation around the small river that ran at the base of the towering walls of the canyon swayed in the breeze, while a few birds chirped, and a few small mammalian creatures went about their day, gathering food, water, and other essentials for their survival. Overhead, the sky was extremely clear, with not a single cloud to speak of. Around the canyon was a flat, barren wasteland that was used for fuel drilling. The fumes of the fuel could even be smelled from within the cavernous hole that had been cut into the ground by the once mighty river that had since been dried away by the heat of the sun. Indeed, even an extremely faint throbbing could be heard echoing softly through the canyon and the apertures along the side of it, creating a melodious beat with the singing of the birds.Cut into the side of the cliff were small paths and dwellings, evidently belonging to some ancient, primitive species that once inhabited the land here. Interspersed among these ruins were a few caves. The nature had almost prepared itself for a peaceful day, when out of one of the caves leading in the direction of the drilling equipment slid a man wearing a black outfit that slightly resembled those used by Imperial Stormtroopers and a pitch black gas mask carrying a small cylinder. As he slid out of the cave, he disturbed some of the sand that was at the entrance and created a bit of a racket. Sliding down the relatively shallow and small dip to the base of the canyon, he lost his grip on the cylinder and came to a stop at the base of the tree, with the cylinder crashing into it, creating a somewhat loud noise that scared off the birds. The man, after dusting himself off and removing the gas mask, tied a bandanna around his face as to prevent the sand from harming his breathing, and picked up the cylinder, making his way towards one end of the canyon, cursing under his breath. As he crossed the canyon, he pressed a button on his wristguard, causing a flare of energy at one end of the canyon as the Z-95 Headhunter that had been hidden there the night before powered up. Reaching the ship, he immediately climbed up onto the wing, opening the cargo compartment, and began loading one of the barrels in. Struggling a bit with it, as the cargo compartment of the small fighter was not very large, he fiddled with it for a minute or two before starting to get it in. As he did, his communicator began flashing. Sighing and letting go of the barrel, which was about a fourth of the way into the compartment, he ripped open a patch on his arm and activating the comlink on his other wrist. “This is Finn. We both knew we should have filed up fuel elsewhere, you idiot.” Oh come on, it can’t be going that badly... is it? “Yes, Kazinsky, it is. I’ve got a few stormtroopers on my tail. Nothing I can’t handle, but they might alert some of their friends. I am getting tired of this whole “running independent but still helping the Galactic Alliance” thing.” Oh stop it, it’s not as though the stormtroopers are right there or anything. Just load the fuel on board and we can get out of here. “Screw you, Kazinsky. This is Finn, out.” With that, he turned off his communicator and began working at the barrel again, feeling the heat of the sun on him. He cursed himself for wearing a black outfit in a desert environment while praying that he had lost the stormtroopers that were following him in the caves.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 19, 2018 21:23:37 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Finn, his hopes were easily dashed. Despite his efforts, the First Order Stormtroopers had easily followed him and found his Headhunter, landed just beyond the caves they tracked him in. The Stormtroopers proceeded to observe from beyond mortal vision, using their visual scanners to keep a track on him for now. A ranking trooper calls in support. A ship, a Raider-class Corvette, had brought a good presence of Imperials to this world of Malastare for the same reason Finn was here; the fuel exports of the planet. However, a patrol of them found Finn's presence suspicious and immediately began to track him. Despite his best efforts, the Stormtroopers were persistent and eventually came to the location here where he was observed by his unseen enemy.
After the call was raised, several more Stormtroopers joined up, aided by a few Deathtroopers that were serving as the Corvette's guards. Slowly, the force of ten men began to move into position, moving as best they could without being seen. Once they were in position, two of the Stormtroopers and a Deathtrooper moved boldly forward. Finn would hear the clicking of blaster rifles behind him. The barrel of a DLT-19D heavy blaster rifle aimed at his back as the Deathtrooper made its weird mechanical sounds. One of the First Order soldiers spoke up with his blaster rifle aimed.
Identify yourself!
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 19, 2018 22:24:23 GMT -8
Finn slowly let go of the metal container and raised his hands up. This was not a good position to be in, what with the blaster rifle aimed directly at his back. Truth be told, however, he had sense their coming and was anticipating a move like this. It was the logical thing to do, and the exact same thing he would have done in the same situation. Plus, nobody was around, so it was not like he had to pretend he wasn’t a Jedi. He could take these soldiers on relatively easily. Standing up, hands still raised, he slowly turned around to face the soldiers, the sun directly above them. The wind blew, casting a strange feeling over the canyon. “I can explain myself. You see, I was simply here on a routine supply run. Let me get my papers out, alright?” The soldiers, confident that they could handle a single man who, as it would appear, was only armed with a single, heavily outdated blaster rifle, allowed him a brief moment to pull out his supposed papers. It was then, however, that he pulled out his lightsaber, and cut the blaster that was aimed directly at him in half before decapitating the soldier. The bronze blade burned through the plastoid armor with a satisfying hiss, and the rest of the soldiers, it seemed, were a bit surprised at this turn of events. Taking advantage of their extremely brief period of confusion, he jumped down out of the direct firing line of the rest of the soldiers. He then proceeded to begin backing away from the ship. If he could lure these guys back, he could hunt them down one by one. Once he took off, he felt confident that he could take care of whatever ships they sent after him, even in this hunk of junk.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 29, 2018 20:50:32 GMT -8
Open fire!
The commanding Stormtrooper says as the pair level their F-11D Blaster Rifles. The newer technology of the First Order was a bit more precise than anticipated and far more powerful. The bolts, though deflected, did pack a punch nonetheless. The pair advance against the unknown person, watching him back away. The commanding Stormtrooper keys his helmet.
Flank now!
As Lucien took his steps back, two more Stormtroopers appeared on his flanks, firing their blasters at him in rapid succession. Behind the two advancing ones, two more appeared and rushed over to the starfighter, proceeding to do something to it. They were linking up some sort of electrical device, perhaps to sabotage the craft. Unknown to Lucien, however, there were still four more unknown troopers in the area; two more Deathtroopers, an Executioner, and a sniper. All of whom remained in their designated spots for now, till ordered otherwise.
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 30, 2018 5:19:36 GMT -8
He noticed the two troopers attempting to flank him, and decided now would be a good time to strike. As blaster bolts carved into the ground around him, he slowly and carefully crept towards one of the troopers. As he approached, the trooper couldn't see him obscured by the tall grass, and so he slowly approached from the side. Needing a distraction, he picked up a small rock from the ground, feeling the coarse texture of the orange-red rock, and threw it so it bounced off a small rock formation. Having thrown the rock above the stormtrooper's head, Lucien hoped that he hadn't noticed, and that he would investigate the source of the noise. What he didn't realize is that a short distance away, an Executioner trooper lay in wait for him to make a move, and in the other direction, two Death Troopers lay in wait. They were trying to box him in. His finger hovering over the activation key for his lightsaber, waiting for the stormtrooper to either approach him or go in the opposite direction.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Sept 18, 2018 17:49:00 GMT -8
The Stormtrooper immediately looked away from Lucien's direction and pointed his blaster at where the rock fell. He stands up, in combat stance, and proceeds in the direction of the noise. He slowly moves, looking left and right. Then suddenly turned around just as Needa had moved up behind him. Immediately the Stormtrooper keys his helmet as he jumped backward from his position. He only had a few seconds to talk before Lucien ended his life after all.
Sector 3! Sector 3! He is in-... AGHHHHH!!
The lightsaber pierced him and caused him to coil up in pain. Lucien could hear radio chatter through the helmet by proximity. The Stormtroopers were converging on his position. The Executioner made his own move and started heading in that direction. The ignition of his laser axe gave away his position as he charged at Lucien from the right flank.
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Post by Lucien Needa on Sept 19, 2018 20:06:00 GMT -8
Lucien whirled around just as the executioner came upon him and knocked him over with the swift charge he had entered after activating his staff. Lucien looked up into the soulless black eyes of the helmet as the trooper raised his staff, the turquoise tendrils of electricity leaping back and forth between the prongs at the end of the weapon, before he swung it back down, crackling against the air. Lucien, desperate to not get killed, rolled out of the way, missing the deadly blades by a few milimetres. During this time, his lightsaber had been knocked behind a rock. “Damn,” he pulled out his GLIE and began firing at the executioner. While one of the blue bolts found its mark, it hit the armored leg of the Stormtrooper, not enough to kill him. But it staggered him long enough that he could shoot another Stormtrooper in the helmet, sending him on a one way ticket to meet the force, before he rolled across the grass, dirt rubbing into his clothes, seized up his lightsaber, and leaped back over the rock to face the executioner head on. Igniting the bronze colored weapon, he took a stance, facing down the enemy trooper for a few seconds, before they both rushed for one another...
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 17, 2018 21:09:55 GMT -8
That's when the flanking began. From the left, somewhere behind Lucien, the two remaining Deathtroopers stepped out of their hiding spots and began to lay down a heavy spray of fire upon the last known position of the unknown enemy. Elsewhere, the remainder of the squad was continuing to remove the precious fuel that had been smuggled onto the unknown pilot's starship. They just needed a little more time before they were finished and could get away.
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Post by Lucien Needa on Jan 3, 2019 20:56:23 GMT -8
Lucien had been anticipating the flanking maneuver from the opponents, and so was not really planning to face down the executioner. Instead, he merely rolled out of the firing line from the heavy stream of fire coming from the Death Trooper's repeating blaster, before moving into the grass once again. Now was the most crucial part of the plan, since if he messed this up, he'd be stuck on Malastare without a ship. Creeping towards the vessel, he could make out four soldiers in obvious positions, but was able to sense a sniper overlooking the area. He would have to make sure to distract the sniper while the fuel was put back into the vessel. Throwing a rock at the nearby outcropping drew off two soldiers, including a Death Trooper, but the two who had originally attached the device remained near the vessel. Creeping up behind one of them, he prepared to ignite his lightsaber and end the two troopers in two fast strokes...
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Post by Salvor Argon on Nov 26, 2020 6:43:17 GMT -8
With the end of the Civil War and capitulation of General Ixsan peace reigned over Malastare once more. There remained a handful of remnants attempting a guerrilla war from the jungles, however with the presence of Coalition peacekeeping forces supplementing the legitimate government's forces, these were no threat and were continually declining in number as they were defeated, deserted, or disbanded.
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