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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2017 19:31:40 GMT -8
Freeing herself from her bindings takes time that A'vimala does not have, every moment lost allowing Kallas and Gatti to get further away. With any luck, A'vimala thinks once she has loosed her bonds and, rubbing her wrists to increase the circulation to them, looks over towards where her gaderffii was left after Gatti removed it from her new pet's side, finding transportation offworld will take enough time that she can reach the starport and, if not capture or kill Kallas, at least learn where the droid intends to run in her futile attempt to escape.
Closing her eyes beneath her helmet when, once she is outside of the clinic and sees that her swoop has been crippled, A'vimala tightens her hand on her gaderffi and tries to keep her anger from becoming so great that it impairs her judgement and ability to complete her assignment. Finding an airspeeder parked on a nearby street, A'vimala breaks into it and, after hot wiring it, starts its engines and is soon bound for the starport.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2018 8:19:40 GMT -8
The Kusak lays on the rear seat beside her after she has dressed and cleaned its wound, resting his head in her lap as she absently strokes his head while watching out the speeder's rear window for any sign that they are being followed. Not even when they reach the starport and have set down on one of the landing pads near to one of its many entrances without any indication at all that the Tusken had managed to free herself and continue her pursuit does Elettra feel any tangible sense of relief. As the adrenaline that had driven her during the confrontation at the vet clinic has begun to wane, Elettra feels a leaden sense of exhaustion threatening to overtake her, dulling her thoughts even as she tries to remain alert and to make decisions about what she should do logically.
"You should probably try to change your appearance, Elettra suggests from out of the blue, still looking out of the speeder's rear window while scratching the Kusak behind an ear. Color your hair at least, so that, when the bounty hunter comes asking about anyone fitting your description, odds are no one will be able to help her pick up your trail. Recalling some of the tales her father, a Warden of the Sky, had told her about the various ways he had learned there are for pirates or criminals to hide amidst the flow of beings traveling the stars, Elettra adds, Don't take a commercial passenger ship, find a crew willing to take on a passenger without any kind of official record. Laughing as it occurs to her that the red head, who has made more than one comment suggesting that she has a storied past that has more likely than not prepared her for the kind of situation she is now in, Elettra closes her eyes and rubs them with the index finger and thumb of her right hand as she says, You probably know all that, don't you? Where will you go? Do . . . opening her eyes and shaking her head, Elettra lifts her hand as though to prevent the red head from answering and says, Never mind, I don't want to know, do I? Can't tell anyone what I don't know. Turning to look out the rear window, Elettra asks, Do you think she'll come after me when she can't track you?"
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Post by Randolph Beviin on Jul 10, 2018 23:33:49 GMT -8
Randolph made his way through the a small city that had popped up on the continent. Like many on the planet it was a dirty filthy mess. The native Dressillians, despite having a formal seat at the Galactic Alliance preferred their isolationism. This led to some very backwards way of thought and the species despite being on the galactic level were barely out of the Industrial era. For the hundredth time since being on the planet he was glad that his helmet had air scrubbers. The smoke, smog and other foul smelling things littered the street.
Carrying a large crate on a hover dolly behind him Randolph entered into a local gambling den. Although it was not exactly the type of place he cared for he had to come and meet his employer. Crud Viruso had called him with a progress report for a job he had been doing on Dantooine. One that had failed spectacularly. Walking into the back room he awaited to be called in by the man.
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Post by Crud Viruso on Jul 14, 2018 14:21:30 GMT -8
Breehara was the perfect location, Dressel had the ideal balance of industrialisation, large enough to support the needs of the syndicate, yet it never drew much galactic attention, it was populated enough and main hyperspace routes made it an effective outpost. Of course it was only perfect if one's idea of perfect was a slightly rank hazy and slightly smog filled environment, but it didn't seem to affect the custom of the Bucking Ronto.
The establishment was well placed, for just as much care had been poured into its location as had the planet of choice. It lay toward the less celubrious end of the main strip off down Dardec alley, yet it wasn't far enough into the slums of the real rough end of town, it flirted right on the brink which gave the casino a unique advantage in its wide appeal. Many beings from all walks of life graced the Ronto, it was still classy enough with just enough rough edges to lure in nobles who wanted to believe they had been to some seedy underworld gambling den without taking the risk of attending such a place. Those in the know of course were aware that the Bucking Ronto was a front for the Syndicate headed by the Devaronian Crud Viruso. Once more the advantages of a fairly well attended establishment provided the crime boss with plenty of witnessess and in Crud's experience he found that that made any disgruntled clientele or business partner less likely to turn things nasty, not to mention the less obvious security measures the crime lord had in place.
Crud sat aloft upon what one might describe as a private box, it was a large enough space for the crime lord to hold his own private games, there was a large ebony table for this exact reason, but today Crud was sat to one side his face and upper torso largely obscured by the deliberate insufficient lighting of the private booth. He sat back in the red synth leather chair and gently circled the glass of golden liquid around, the ice within the liquor rattling against the glass. He sat and he waited patiently for Randolph to be escorted upstairs, he was displeased and he was about to make known his displeasure.
Crud didn't look up as the armour clad figure arrived at the top of the stairs, the Zeltron aide gestured toward the chai opposite Crud and Crud waited for him to be seated. He would choose to sit in silence and let him squirm, sometimes it was easier to make them do the leg work for you.
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Post by Randolph Beviin on Jul 15, 2018 13:30:50 GMT -8
Looking at the chair beside the Devaronian he glanced back at the rising crime lord before nodding once. It was a weird way to operate but he knew better than to ask questions. He would rather sit looking straight at the man, or stand. Taking the seat he heard the old wooden chair creak under the weight of his armour but it held for now. Crud had opted to remain in silence and so too would Randolph.
Staring straight ahead he looked at the clientele of the establishment. Most of them were the natives, Dressillians. The xenophobic species were not so stingy at keeping their money in their pockets as they were keeping outsiders off world. He was geniunly surprised when he had learned that Crud had managed to get an establishment on the planet. If anyone could manage it through back room deals though it would be the man beside him.
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Post by Crud Viruso on Jul 15, 2018 15:02:03 GMT -8
Crud idly played with his quarter full glass he took a sip then with a casual equally idle gesture of his left hand he summoned the attendant over. Seeming as Randolph appeared to be at ease and unperturbed it was time to change tact.
"Care for a drink? I believe we have much to discuss or so my birds tell me."
Crud still remained largely hidden by the shadows but circled his hand in the air around him adding to the word "birds", a very free gesture symbolising he had many ears. He then changed his tone becoming more dry and less flamboyant.
"I hope it's not true, because I hates the disappointment, it's bad for business, you understands we have a reputation to uphold, monies to be made"
It was at this point that Crud leaned forward coming into the light and his eyes looked hard and dangerous.
"You cost me, Beviin."
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Post by Dees on Jul 15, 2018 19:27:45 GMT -8
A YV-260 stretched its legs and settled down on landing pad H-2. As steam rippled off the hull, vents opened up creating a fog around the ship that lingered in the stale air. Before the engines could finish winding down, the passenger and cargo ramps lowered, the contents of the ship began dispersing into the city.
Among the few dozen travelers was De'ath and AVI. Dee was covered in a full cloak, green with golden stitching. It was subtle but stylish. Under her cloak poked out a helmet with a large face visor, smooth and round. Elements of dark laminate armor poked out from under the cloak.
AVI was a 2-meter-tall droid of an unknown make or model. On his back was a large backpack with a holstered rifle, but most of it was covered by a gray cloak with red stitching.
Dee, noticing the disarray of her companion’s attire, stopped and pulled it down, covering the backpack. She shifted the weight of her own pack under her cloak.
You know, I've never been to Dressel. It’s nothing like I had imagined it.
What did you imagine it to be Miss Dee?
I didn’t. Listen She turned to face AVI We need to find a place to get some refreshments. I have to wash away that annoying kid's voice out of my head. She rugged the side of her helmet. He wouldn’t shut up for the entire flight. Drove me crazy.
I wouldn’t know what that is like at all.
She stopped as he kept walking. Was that sarcasm? AVI!
The droid kept moving along the street. Come on, our destination is a place where you can get refreshments.
She ran up behind him and shoved him lightly. You didn’t answer my question.
Still walking, the droid looked at her. Didn’t I?
She pouted inside her helmet. They better have good stuff.
The two faded into a crowd of people and creatures and aliens from all nooks and crannies of the galaxy. There was just another odd pair, indistinguishable from the crowd. For Dee, it was an ok feeling. Though, she would rather be in space than on the ground. It was like wearing an ill-fitting suit: fine, but uncomfortable in all the wrong places on occasion. She looked at the faces around her, saw nothing out of the ordinary. A few vendors reached out to her and AVI to get them to buy things, food, trinkets. They kept walking, saying nothing to each other or those around them.
Soon, they found the Bucking Ronto and the clamor outside and within. Dee glanced around and then over at AVI.
What the Kriff is a Ronto?
He shrugged, and so did she and they stepped inside.
So AVI, why are we here?
A contact told me that they knew someone who had overheard something about someone here needing a pilot and navigator.
She wandered over to the bar, held up her hand indicating two drinks, and faced AVI. Ok, that’s nothing to go on. You drug me all the way out here to meet with a rumor of a ghost?
Not necessarily. We are looking to gain an audience with a high ranking member here, from what I understand.
Great. She opened up her visor, and it slid up over her head. Some of her dark hair fell into her face, and she brushed it aside as she leaned over to knock back one shot and then the other. Kriff! Woo! You could have told me you brought me here for drinks, and I would have been sold. Two more! She raised her hand indicating two more orders, as though her voice wasn’t loud enough. She faced AVI again. Listen. You chase your ghosts, I’ll follow. You haven’t led me astray too often. The bartender dropped off two more shots of the mysterious liquid Hey, bartender. You know if anyone around here is looking for a pilot? He shook his head at her as he continued to serve other customers. Frustrated, she knocked back another shot. Hey, who runs this joint? She was ignored, though the bartenders each gave her an odd glance. AVI grabbed her by the arm.
Dee, you are starting to cause a scene. Let's go try out some of these games, shall we?
She grabbed her drink and came with AVI reluctantly and not entirely by choice. Aww come on, you know I can't stand gambling. It's so boring!
Yeah, well a few games on me, eh?
Fine. She sat down and started pressing buttons with one hand while cradling her drink in the other. She was tired, bored, and now buzzed with whatever it was the bartender had decided to get her. It was definitely strong, but she was loving it way more than the boring game in front of her.
AVI left her for a moment and came back with some fried food of some sort and some water. Here, take this.
She looked over and started chowing down. Ugh, its like you know me.
I do. Now, sober up. I have a hunch our contact may be up there. He pointed towards a darkened, private seating area. And I think someone's home.
Dee laughed at him. You have a hunch, huh? Sounds a bit out of character for you.
Hey, I'm allowed to have a hunch
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2018 19:21:04 GMT -8
Fumnanya sighs and rubs his left temple when his co-pilot, a red haired Shownarri who seldom looks anything other than mildly annoyed, shoulders her way past him so that she is the first one to enter the Bucking Ronco. Reminding himself that he cannot really blame the Shownarri, Dikeledi, for being true to her nature, Fumnanya leans against the wall beside the entrance after stepping into the dimly lit, smoke fogged casino where, if the information he was given by a corrupt Sesk'vati on Ryloth who allegedly learned it from one of his underworld contacts proves to be true rather than a heap of dren, he hopes to find work for his crew with the casino's owner.
Dikeledi, a former Imperial Biker Scout possessed of a moral code that led her to desert the Imperial military but apparently has no issues with smuggling anything from drugs to slaves, gives Fumnanya a nod after she has had a moment to do some quick reconnaissance of the casino, signaling to him that she has, while no doubt noting all the entrances and exits and other useful bits of information, observed no obvious threats to their safety or indications that the information they were given has led them into a trap of some kind.
"Any idea where we . . ." Fumnanya begins to ask.
Nodding her chin towards a dimly lit private box, Dikeledi says, "There. Best guess."
"And how do we . . ."
"We'll be invited at some point. Best guess."
Fumnanya nods, having learned that Dikeledi's best guesses are usually spot on, and then mutters, "Now we just stand around and wait? Great. I love waiting. It's so much fun."
Following Fumnanya as he heads towards a bank of games of chance of several varieties, Dikeledi keeps her thoughts on the merits of patience to herself given how well she knows, or thinks she knows, her captain.
Tilting his head to one side as he examines a droid chatting with a dark haired woman digging into some kind of fried food, Fumnanya, a tall and athletically built humanoid male with blonde hair, says to the woman, "Cool droid. Don't recognize the make though. Custom job?"
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Post by Dees on Jul 16, 2018 20:25:05 GMT -8
She mindlessly pushes the buttons of the slot game while munching on whatever fried thing AVI handed her. The alcohol was causing her to get sleepy a lot sooner than she had expected, though she didn’t realize she had been sitting for some time.
She didn’t see the duo approach, and only passively heard the question directed her way. AVI leaned over to her
I do believe that inquiry was directed at us, perhaps you.
She spun around on the seat with a look of surprise on her face? Huh? Whu… Oh, him? Yeah. Found the chassis in some forgotten bunker on Endor. He figured it was better than his incorporeal form. Hmm, but yeah. If you're buyin, he's too expensive for you.
Dee!
She smacked his torso with the back of your hand. Aww, come on. I wouldn't actually sell YOU, just the chassis. Besides, I think there were a couple more down there. We could always go back for more.
She chuckled. Besides, could you imagine, an army of you's running around? That would be InTENSE!
She swayed in her chair, beaming. Her dark hair was falling into her face as she began spinning from side to side in the chair. She looked over at the man and motioned her head toward the red-head. How about you, how'd you get so lucky?
AVI made a cursory glance to Dee, but said nothing.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2018 20:53:36 GMT -8
Fumnanya doesn't conceal the fact that he finds the conversation between the dark haired woman and her droid amusing, gauging from the woman's behavior and voice that she is probably too inebriated to be offended by much at the moment.
Laughing when asked about Dikeledi, Fumnanya looks over his shoulder at his red haired co-pilot, who, predictably enough, looks profoundly unamused by the question, and replies jokingly with a playful smirk, "Well, Dee, he uses the name he heard the droid use for the dark haired woman, while I didn't find her in a forgotten bunker on Endor, she's definitely too expensive for you if you're buyin'. Ignoring the indignant clucking of Dikeledi's tongue that his comment elicits, Fumnanya leans casually against the side of the game machine Dees is swaying in front of and asks conversationally, What led you to the Sanctuary Moon? Assuming it wasn't looking for a unique droid chassis for your friend's incorporeal form to be corporeal in, that is."
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Post by Dees on Jul 16, 2018 21:11:03 GMT -8
She smacked AVI on the torso again. Ha! I like the cut of his jib! Nah, I ain't buyin', just flirtin’. Course, we could trade?
Kicking her feet against the chair, she looked up at AVI. He rolled his head, shaking it as he looked away. He leaned back on the gaming machine, crossing his arms across his chest, and crossing one leg over the other as he stood. Think you can trade me, I'll tell you what...
She looked at the man, coughed, then sighed. Ah, I'm just playin'. Anyway. Endor. Crash landing. But you know what they say, any landing you can walk away from is a good one. It was the last one for the little fighter, but not for AVI and I. Did some explorin’, soul searchin’, got off as soon as we could. There really isn't much there.
She shrugged, spun around in her chair, grabbed a bite of food in her hand and faced the duo. Boring story for another day-it seems you now have me at a disadvantage.
She looked at the two with all the seriousness she could muster at the moment.
Who are you and what do you want?
She shoved the handful of fried whatever into her mouth and started chewing. Squinting one eye at them as she eyed them down. She could feel the alcohol winding down slowly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2018 21:48:41 GMT -8
Fumnanya laughs with a shake of his head when Dees jokes about trading her droid for his co-pilot, lifting his hands in front of him as though to say there will be no deal. Momentarily distracted by the droid's movements, which are more humanoid than that of any droid that he has ever seen, Fumnanya nonetheless manages to nod to convey his understanding when Dees confirms that she was indeed merely joking about the trade. His expression briefly betraying that the droid, or rather its behavior, has captured his interest, Fumnanya turns his attention back to Dees all the same when she begins speaking about her adventure or perhaps misadventure on Endor, nodding here to agree with her thoughts about landings and again there to agree that there is not much of interest on Endor, though he does jokingly suggest with a laugh, "Hey now, let's not forget the cute, cuddly Ewoks, and those forgotten bunkers."
Grinning, clearly more amused by the implications within Dee's questions than worried about being accused of having an agenda beyond simply being sociable, Fumnanya holds out a hand as he introduces himself, "Fumnanya Jang, captain of the Geheim Masjien. Gesturing towards Dikeledi with his free hand, he introduces his co-pilot, The lovely redhead not for sale or trade is my first mate, Dikeledi Balewa."
"Charmed," Dikeledi says dryly, turning from her vigilant watch over the goings on around them long enough to give Fumnanya a pointed glance that not so subtly indicates her desire for him to be less forthcoming than she suspects he intends to be.
"As for what we want, he smiles after rolling his eyes at his co-pilot to reassure her that he won't be careless with what he shares despite her fears, why peace, love and understanding, of course. Tilting his head to the side and pursing his lips as though not entirely pleased with his response, Fumnanya adds after appearing to consider adding on to his original reply for a moment, Credits too, lots of credits. Can never have too many credits, Fumnanya adds in a cheerful tone that does not match his expression, which briefly becomes distant and forlorn as he thinks of the reason he relentlessly pursues credits even though it has become clear that he will never have enough when the price set on his heart's desire is continually being raised. The amused look that surfaces on his face is somewhat forced as Fumnanya lifts a hand and sweeps it towards Dees as though swatting her question back at her, Your turn, Dees. What are you after that brings you here to this lowly den of iniquity?"
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Post by Dees on Jul 16, 2018 22:33:25 GMT -8
AVI considered the two in front of him but was more interested in the goings-on of the room. He continued to remain silent, vigilant.
Dee, on the other hand, was having a grand old time. She silently mouthed all of the names that were just thrown her way, stumbling over them as she went. She giggled at the word charmed, her face warmed.
Peace, love, and happiness? Ha! What a pipe dream. And this ain't no den of 'niquity. She picked up her glass of water and held it up. Its a place of booze, fried food, and new friends, eh? She looked at the glass and then back at them Pretend this is liquor. It was earlier, but this droid turned booze into water somehow. She took a long drink from it.
No, I just delivered it to you.
She gasped at the fresh feeling the gulp of water gave her, and swooned at his statement. You're my hero AVI.
I know.
She looked from AVI to the duo. Well, Fumn-num-nam, um…and Miss Dikeledi of the Gemahiem Mas-gen, It's a pleasure. Forgive me, I am horrible with names, so I may refer to you as "sir" and "ma'am." She shook one of her hands in front of her, the other still grasping the half-full glass. Sorry, I just really suck at names, especially now. Anyway. I'm Dee, officially its De'ath Thu'ker (Dee-Ath, Thoo-Ker), but I prefer Dee, because saying apostrophes can be annoying sometimes. She shook her head. Sometimes, my parents should have just named me Mary S. Thu'ker. Anyway. This stoic robo-droid AI is AVI. He's been my buddy ol' pal for quite some time. Stuck with me through thick and thin.
Looking at him, she patted his arm. Then looked back at the two. Leaning forward, she whispered. We're on a ghost hunt. Its a secret
She laughed. AVI turned and objected to her statement. No, we are job hunting. He looked at them. I caught wind of someone here needing a pilot. Dee is the best pilot in the galaxy, and she needs a ship to fly.
She nodded. Yupp. Nobody can plot a course through hyperspace that's faster. Nobody She leaned in, calm and serious Nothing. No Navcomputer can do what I do. She leaned back against the game, grinning. And I know what you're thinking "This chick is cray" to which I reply, yes. She jutted a finger at them, pointing But, Its all true. She tapped the side of her head with her left index finger, winking. I gots the secrets of the ancients locked away up in this here noggin of mine, and I can traverse the cosmos unlike any other in this galaxy. She shrugged. So, AVI is looking for a job for me. I think its a ghost hunt, there ain't nobody here looking for someone like me. So instead I'm getting drunk. Win for me.
AVI looked around the room again, then again at the duo.
She is inebriated at the moment, but she speaks the truth. I have not seen anyone or anything calculate a faster route through hyperspace than her. I don't know exactly how she does it, and I am not certain she does either.
The droid shrugged.
Her skills have waned as of late. I feel that the lack of stimulation and practice has dulled her abilities. As for her current state of mind?
He looked at her, up and down. His hesitation was almost unnoticeable.
She is…enjoying herself.
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Post by Crud Viruso on Jul 17, 2018 12:10:16 GMT -8
"Jeez I could barely hear the slots over all your yammering, heard you all the way over by that bar."
A couple of feet away stood a tall muscular Fallen, he was all lithe grace and handsome features, if a six foot two tall green humanoid with a small black goatee and a dark top knot was your thing. He wore much the same fit clothes as near enough any local and nothing was remarkable about him apart from the sir in which he carried himself, which right now was casually semi slouched leaning against a slot machine casually tossing a chit coin and catching it. He then began to dextrously run the chit over his knuckles by oscillating small movements of his fingers. He looked up and cast his dark eyes over the quartet.
"Since we're all here for the same reason, might I suggest we all get further acquianted whilst we await our grand call."
The Fallen added a flamboyance and over exaggeration to the words grand call in a mocking tone, he smirked slyly and exuded pheromones to influence his will over those present in the hope they would become more compliant and agree to the seemingly harmless offer to take a booth. Whatever they decided he would work on the group, knead them like dough until he had gleaned sufficient information for Crud.
"By the way, the name's Ramaz."
Ramaz flashed a smile and extended his free hand to the group appearing eager and polite to form acquiantence with those before him.
Ramaz had worked with Crud and had been in his employ for the past five years, his experience at dealing with many species, being fluent in six languages and species ability to help coerce, influence and when need be dominate others made him a valuable asset and was a trusted side and lieutenant to Crud whom had on the occasion sought his advice but more frequently had seen fit to bring Ramez to various business deals and meetings. When not called to be on duty or assisting Crud, Ramez was the eyes and ears of the casino and one of many important spiders in the web that was Silent Arrow syndicate. When working the shop floor, so to speak his job was to keep silent arrow safe, seek out potential harm and dissipate or destroy as need be, to screen potential customers, business clientele or members. The latter was his current mode so to speak, Ramez worked on a ladder, as so to did his colleagues. They began at step one, which was to analyze firstly the category that said target or targets fit into, usually it was the latter, more harmful threats seldom made it this far into the heart of the Bucking Ronto itself. Once this was established the next phase was to cream off the information. Even if the candidates etc were useless, sometimes what they knew was worth something or at least gave the syndicate a new angle of piece of information it didn't already have. So it would continue, and Ramez would work up the ladder and decide if they were worth taking further than ground level.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2018 14:59:16 GMT -8
De'ath, or Dee, is one of the more gregarious and loquacious beings that Fumnanya has encountered in his life. The rapid clip of Dee's answer, a combination of back and forth with her increasingly fascinating droid friend and monologue generously peppered with humorous asides that offer an occasional nugget of information about Dee, prevents Fumnanya from doing much more than shrugging to reluctantly concede that a quest for peace love and understanding is more likely than not destined to end in disappointment, raising an imaginary glass with a warm smile when she suggests that they may have struck up a tentative friendship, and nodding here and there as appropriate.
Dee's ability to, with AVI's help, carry on a conversation for so long also gives Fumnanya time to digest and absorb all that she says. Of most interest to Fumnanya is Dee's boasts about her hyperspace navigation skills. Ways to make more credits more quickly always interest Fumnanya, and if Dee is as gifted as she claims, adding her to his crew could enable them to do more jobs more quickly than they would be able to without her.
"Maybe, Fumnanya says when Dees and AVI have left a long enough opening for him to jump into the conversation, you aren't on a ghost hunt after all. See . . ."
"Sidebar," Dikeledi interrupts Fumnanya, taking hold of one of the straps of his shoulder holsters, intent on pulling him away to discuss the job offer she is sure he is about to propose to Dees.
"Tabled, Fumnanya tells Dikeledi when, before she can pull him away, they are joined by a witty Falleen he feels confident will provide the invitation they had been waiting for sooner or later. We should talk more later, he tells Dee, and then grins cheerfully while shaking the Falleen's hand robustly, introducing himself, Fumnanya Jang, captain of the Geheim Masjien. Pleased to meet you Ramaz. Gesturing towards Dikeledi and then Dee, he says, My first mate, Dikeledi Balewa, and our new friend and the best pilot and hyperspace navigator in the whole wide 'verse, De'ath Thu'ker."
Dikeledi, looking as mildly annoyed as she most often does, nods her greeting while internally cursing Falleen, Zeltron, and any other species known for manipulation of one kind or another and hoping that the fact she knows that the Falleen will probably be trying to manipulate them all will help her resist the pheromones almost sure to already be filling the air around them. Fortunately for Dikeledi, the fact that she cannot stand the company of most beings will serve as something like an internal alarm system; the second she catches herself thinking of the Falleen with anything less than guarded irritation and distrust she will know that something stinks.
Fumnanya, motioning for Dee and Dikeledi to go before him, cheerily proposes, "Why don't we all go and get to know our new pal Ramaz better like he says?" While Fumnanya is no less aware of the gifts of the Falleen or the likelihood that Ramaz will be using those gifts, he is less concerned since it not only seems unlikely to him that they have been brought here to be playthings for the Falleen, but he also trusts Dikeledi's innate distrust of species like the Falleen to serve as means to gauge how heavily the pheromones are being brought into play.
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Post by Dees on Jul 17, 2018 15:43:46 GMT -8
AVI places both feet on the floor and drops his arms to his sides. Looking at the newcomer, then the duo, and then at Dee, he shrugs.
Dee?
She piped up
Sure!
She jumped up to follow the group.
AVI was pleasantly surprised that his ghost didn't actually turn out to be a false lead. He and Dee had struggled too many false starts lately, and he knew too many more failures wouldn't be good for her mental health. He began to analyze the group they now found themselves in. The Falleen seemed imposing, and he seemed charismatic enough, though that could prove to be an issue later on. At this point, AVI was beginning to process several plans in case this course of action didn't work out. Worst case scenarios weren't his favorite things to consider, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
Dee, on the other hand, was enjoying the pleasant company. That and the mixture of alcohol dulled her senses just enough to keep her chatty. A little voice in her head was starting to come back and tell her to calm down a little bit. But she was in a position where she didn't really care what a bunch of strangers thought of her. But the voice was starting to make sense. If these ghosts were real, and a job was possible, she may be spending more time with these people in the future. Suddenly, she began to blush, realizing the dumb things she had done and said in the recent moments.
She suddenly dreaded apologizing to Dikeledi for that comment.
Heh, any chance we can get a waitress to bring a round of drinks? Celebrate and party!
And forget.
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Crud Viruso
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Post by Crud Viruso on Jul 19, 2018 13:42:46 GMT -8
Ramaz locked on to and stored the freely given the bits, firstly, Geheim Masjien, so he'd named his YT-2400, interesting, Ramez stored the name of the ship, details of which he already knew because that was the syndicates job, nothing arrived or left this planet without them knowing. Secondly De'ath was boasting ofher apparent prowess or more to the point Fumnanya as boasting on her behalf which meant a number of things, firstly Ramaz was eager to impress, this was backed up by his father enthusiastic introduction. He also seemed to be the sort that liked to take the lead. Next was the possibility that either De'ath had impressed her with tales of her skills to the point where he believed thm or Fumnanya was mildly infatuated with De'ath.
What intrigued Ramaz more were the silent companions being the droid and Fumnanya's associate Dikeledi, she was certainly most intriguing, she seemed shrewder than both De'ath and Fumnanya, she hadn't joined in the merriment and her gaze was one of intrigue, almost suspicion. Ramaz assumed that she was Fumnanya's eyes and ears.
Observations noted he proceeded to lead them to a quiet booth, on the journey he took time to study De'ath's rather unusual counter part, for the droid was not a make or model that Ramaz had come across, he would have to discover more.
He invited them to seat at the open comfortable booth and soon a droid waiter had wheeled over and proceeded to enquire about drinks. Ramaz cast his hand in an open palm gesture at the guests before him, once they had placed all their orders he would order a golden thumper and proceed to questions.
"So, you're like me, hoping to catch an audience with."
Ramaz gestured with a wave of his hand vaguely behind him, indicating Crud's booth.
"So I've heard about your impressive skills De'ath, you reckon you can navigate through anything, but you know I'm a dab hand myself..."
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Post by Randolph Beviin on Jul 19, 2018 15:01:37 GMT -8
Crud idly played with his quarter full glass he took a sip then with a casual equally idle gesture of his left hand he summoned the attendant over. Seeming as Randolph appeared to be at ease and unperturbed it was time to change tact.
"Care for a drink? I believe we have much to discuss or so my birds tell me."
Crud still remained largely hidden by the shadows but circled his hand in the air around him adding to the word "birds", a very free gesture symbolising he had many ears. He then changed his tone becoming more dry and less flamboyant.
"I hope it's not true, because I hates the disappointment, it's bad for business, you understands we have a reputation to uphold, monies to be made"
It was at this point that Crud leaned forward coming into the light and his eyes looked hard and dangerous.
"You cost me, Beviin." All this talk of birds and theatrics. Although he would never admit it to anyone least amoung them to Crud himself he hated the way the man spoke. Thankfully the armour he wore was able to hide the distaste or he would probably not be leaving the establishment alive. Waving his hand at the drink dutifully he waited for his boss to get to the point. Even if he had wanted one he would not get one and as such there was no point in asking. I am aware of the cost sir. I was in the middle of extracting the target when a rather unruly Imperial pilot decided to mess everything upHe was not lying about this. In fact he had the whole mission recorded, just in case it was needed. He had successfully stopped the transport with the prisoner on board and was in the middle of dealing with the Stormtroopers when one of the pilots set off anti personel mines in the hold destroying all the prisoners in a rain of ball bearings. It seems that the Imperial in charge of the planetary defense had set some regulations far outside the norm. They were hoping to stop any and all dissent at any cost. Casually he glanced at the crate he had brought in with him.
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Dees
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Post by Dees on Jul 19, 2018 18:16:53 GMT -8
Dee slid to the wall-side of the booth, with AVI sitting on the outside edge. It was more of an automatic action for the two of them as he moved to guard her, if not from other patrons, but from her attracting too much attention to herself. He leaned over to her in regard to the drink order. Perhaps, something a little lighter?
She nodded reluctantly, knowing he meant well for her. Yeah. Coffee, but add a shot of dark rum, please.
AVI stretched an around behind Dee, leaned back and crossed a leg over another. He slowly scanned the room, barely moving his head. She raised an eyebrow at Ramaz's claim, not that she entirely understood what a dab hand was in her current state of mind. She only knew of one type of dabbing and it made her recoil for a moment, visibly. She gave it a second thought knowing that’s not what he meant.
She grinned as the years of training started to hit the back of her teeth. She felt compelled to speak her mind. Yeah, but how fast can you make the Kessel Run?
She laughed at the absurdity of her own question, barely getting the words out before busting up. No, any idiot with a hyperdrive can point their nose at their destination and get there just fine. You don’t need to calculate anything. And I'm not saying you are and idiot, far from it, I'm just saying in general-
She calmed her laughing and spoke through a smile as though she were saying things that were blatantly obvious. You can point your ship at any random direction, make the jump, and coast the literal universe several times and still not hit anything. She shook her head. There is so much more to making a jump than-
She stopped herself and collected her thoughts for a moment. Ramaz had pressed her button and she loved talking about navigation. Her passion was starting to come out as well as her excitement. Though it may have also been a mixture of the alcohol, but alcohol never got her this talkative, not like this. It was almost as though the words were getting coaxed out of her.
Navigating hyperspace is more than putting a destination in a Navcomputer. Do you know why the hyperlanes curve and flow? The ancients discovered a long time ago that they could get to their destinations faster if they curved around major gravity wells. Black holes, binary and trinary systems, they could get kickstarts to their journey by slipping around a gas giant on the edge of their departing system.
As she spoke, her hands were weaving imaginary paths through the air.
Here's the thing, most people just rely on their knowledge of their normal routes and lean on the Navcomputer to do the rest. Some people be they smart or dumb for it, mod their systems to skirt what is safe or even shut it off entirely. Some make it, and those who mess up don’t always get to share their mistakes. They try to calculate routes on their own, infinitesimally limited knowledge of space time as a whole, basing calculation on knowledge that rarely changes.
So, all that said, I can tell you that there is nobody who can do what I can. I can calculate the fastest path to any destination in this galaxy. Any ship, no matter what hyperdrive, I can get it there faster than the fastest ship with the most advanced Navcomputer.
She had leaned into the table as she spoke with intense passion. She finally leaned back against the booth. At least, I haven’t met my match yet. The only way I can describe it is that I can trace the optimal path in my mind. Like momentary transcendence. I don’t know-
She trailed off. She felt as though she was no longer compelled to share her knowledge. She looked puzzled for a moment, looked over at AVI who really wasn’t paying her too much attention.
Her rant wasn’t anything new to him, he had heard it all before. Normally, if she started to exaggerate or go off track, he would guide her back. This time though, she seemed to get it all right. This realization to him made him pause and look over at her, several moments after she finished. He said nothing but offered her a slight shrug and an almost invisible nod if it weren’t for the micro-whine of the servo motors moving his head.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 21:09:50 GMT -8
Fumnanya, after ordering a glass of Whyren's Reserve, neat, once he has taken a seat in the booth Ramaz leads them too, has a crooked grin on his face as, in response to the Falleen's comment about hoping to catch an audience with the occupant of the dimly lit private box Dikeledi had, correctly it would appear, assumed would ultimately prove to be the one that they are here to see, he lifts his right index finger and taps the tip of his nose to confirm that Ramaz's guess, if it truly is a guess at all, that they are here to see the occupant of the private box is right on the nose. The crooked grin, accompanied by the unveiled glint of amusement in Fumnanya's eyes, suggest, and rightly so, that he is somewhat skeptical about Ramaz's claim that he too is here to meet the occupant of the private box, for Ramaz, with his air of oily, slick and cool confidence and ease in the role of taking charge of a group of strangers has the feel to him of a lieutenant weeding out the dross for his boss rather than just another supplicant come to court favor with the biggest mover in the casino.
Dikeledi, lifting a hand to let the droid waiter know she will not be having anything, leans in a corner behind the booth rather than taking a seat, her arms crossed over her chest with her right hand dangling with deceptive casualness over the EC-17 hold-out blaster holstered on her right hip. Though she pretends to take little interest in the opening of what she is relatively certain is a screening process of some kind, Dikeledi attends to all that is said with the very same diligence and attention to detail that she brings to her constant surveillance of their surroundings.
Fumnanya takes a few sniffs of his Whyren's before taking a small sip and rolling it around in his mouth to enjoy the many different flavors as he listens to Dee responding to Ramaz's initial comment, which appears to have what Fumnanya believes to have been the desired mildly provoking effect given the spiritedness of Dee's reply, which is every bit as delightfully sprightly as her other conversational offerings in the past few moments have been.
After Dee has trailed off, Fumnanya lifts his glass and tilts it towards her as he grins cockily and says cheerily, "That. Was. Awesome. And, hey, if the chap in the shadows we're here to meet doesn't have work for you after hearing that impressive lil' spiel, there's a spot on my crew for you." Looking over at Ramaz, the same amused glint in his eye as before, Fumnanya arches an eyebrow inquisitively as though to ask what the next question in the game they are all playing will be.
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