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Post by Preacher on Jan 23, 2017 11:04:38 GMT -8
Neassa I'm so excited to continue our story! Me too! I have a post up for you and Preacher in the Theed Spaceport thread. I left a break in the narrative of my post so that Izzy and Ness can, if needed, continue their interaction more before Preacher arrives, and even though Ness sounds dismissive in the post I would definitely enjoy it if the convo went on longer assuming that fits Izzy's agenda ;p Though I'm dying to, I'll hold off posting till Isabelle does.
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Post by Preacher on Jan 23, 2017 11:03:42 GMT -8
It is a brave offer. I am hesitant to copy ideas, but I felt like this might be an opportunity to explore or maybe tap into Firefly. Like Captain Reynolds harboring the Tams. To wit, I re-pose to your observations. A. An Imperial Knight force-user who is/are very skilled fighters and collaborators. B. Someone who can help avoid the First Order and knows the ins and outs as far as protocol and tactics go. Like Finn but without the overwhelming fear. More like a burnout who feels order can be obtained without tyranny. If that makes sense? He could be as much a boon as a complete pain....
As for the fit, Ooc I don't like to ruffle feathers so I give as much transparency as I can. IC, Jayin is smug and a touch over-confident with a strong sense of duty. Hope that can be worked in? Heh. I'm not sure this is a 'tactics' kind of operation. Just kidding. C'mon in. There's Mac and Cheese in the Galley.
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Post by Preacher on Jan 21, 2017 19:18:46 GMT -8
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Post by Preacher on Jan 21, 2017 13:14:45 GMT -8
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Post by Preacher on Jan 21, 2017 10:24:09 GMT -8
Post up! Mostly for Neassa (but Ade, Erly and Trent -- there might be something in it for you three, as well!)
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Post by Preacher on Jan 21, 2017 10:23:13 GMT -8
With a nod and a grin Adrien acknowledged Silas' accepting his offer to join the crew before taking the brief pause in the conversation to look at the label on the broken glass. Whyren's. Or at least a very fine knock off, he had seen better work but not by much. Someone probably made themselves a pretty cozy profit off a case of whatever bottom shelf whiskey this was. It was a pretty simple con and easy to get away with, all it took was a single bottle of real Whyren's and a good front man. Something told Adrien whoever it was that pulled this one either didn't have one of the two or both. He chuckled to himself and dropped the piece of glass into his pocket before returning his attention to Silas who was talking about someone named Isabelle. "Isabelle?" Adrien asked just before the preacher went on to explain, he nodded in acknowledgement once again before adding, "Oh the smokin' hot redhead in her birthday suit? I saw her as I passed the medbay. Good to know, I'll talk to them to see what they can tell me, thanks for the heads up." He watched Silas as Neassa passed them, the man seemed to admire the Mandalorian and it made Adrien wonder if they had known each other prior to meeting the crew, however unlikely that seemed given what he knew about the preacher. When Silas spoke up again and brought the conversation to his role on the crew Adrien didn't know quite how to respond at first, he felt that having a good man around regardless of his particular set of skills was a good thing. Adrien thought for a few moments on what to say before he began to speak. "You handy with a blaster and believe it or not I find myself in tight spots quite a bit," he joked, "I can always use someone who can watch my back. So pretty much the same offer I'm going to make Neassa when I get a chance to speak with her." He paused and put his hands on his hips once again, as he looked around the hangar to see who might be around. "And despite what you may think now, we get into some pretty questionable moral dilemmas now and then, and my voice of reason is gone." His eyes turned downward, he was obviously talking about Connie at this point as his tone became more somber and his expression dulled for a split second before he recovered and returned his eyes to Silas. "That sound good to you?"That does sound good, Captain. Silas nodded, visibly pleased that Draykon had placed the outlander in his good graces, and relieved he'd be able to stay. I'll do my best to uphold the good name of the Midnight Shadow, and I'll keep any pursuers in my crosshairs. His brow furrowed though in concentration a moment later, and he continued. Makes me think though, Captain -- fact is, I'm good with my slugthrower, but I'm pretty awful with an honest-to-God blaster. Balance and report of the shot -- 'kick' -- is all wrong. My 'thrower is a touch low on ammunition, and not a simple solution in sight. Could be I'd do well to pick up a blaster, and train some with it, so I don't find myself without a piece when the cards are down. Know if there's a merchant hereabouts? Following Adrien's verbal directions, and bidding his Captain a modest farewell for the time being, the outlander heads for the boarding ramp, spying Erly and Trent locked in what looks like serious conversation. Leaving them to their important talk, Preacher instead seeks out, and finds the only one he'd truly trust with such a thing. Moving silently to her three-o'clock, Silas clears his throat as he approaches. Neassa -- I wonder if you might... help me with something?
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Post by Preacher on Jan 21, 2017 7:30:40 GMT -8
Should I get another one up, Ade, or wait for other potential posts from crew members?
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Post by Preacher on Jan 17, 2017 13:18:03 GMT -8
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Post by Preacher on Jan 17, 2017 10:32:01 GMT -8
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Post by Preacher on Jan 17, 2017 10:31:23 GMT -8
Adrien nodded with a faint smirk but otherwise expressionless face after Silas' initial statement. "There always is." His smirk disappeared as he looked around the hangar bay along with Silas, for the first time in a long time he felt at a loss for words. He pulled his coat back and put his hands on his hips and looked down at the ground where he spotted a small piece of glass with a down turned label. He kicked it around a little trying to turn it over but couldn't. So he instead knelt and picked it up to examine it then stood once again with glass in hand. He eyes met with Silas' as the man spoke and then shifted down slightly before Adrien looked away and nodded once again, unable to speak as he was fighting the emotion that was boiling to the surface at the sound of her name. He remained silent for a several moments as he choked back the pain he looked around deep in thought at the man's last words. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say. "I don't blame you for what happened if that's what you mean. You followed me on a suicide mission, you took my friend out of that hell when she was hurt, and you came back and saved my life. As far as I'm concerned you're a part of this crew." He paused and looked at Silas directly. "That is if you'd like to be." He then shrugged and looked at the piece of glass in his hand, the label said Whyren's but there was something off about it and Adrien smirked once again, more genuine this time around. Silas nodded, extending a hand to the Captain. I would. Then that's that. I think it'd be a fine thing to see the 'verse with you and yours. Watching your back and those of this crew would be my pleasure. He thought a moment, before adding, then if we're to build a partnership of trust, I feel I ought to tell you -- there's something off about Isabelle... the scarlet-haired slave with the fire in her eyes we plucked from Kessel. Both your pilot and Neassa know her from a previous encounter, but her motives are unclear to me. No word of warning, mind you... just tread cautious. He was silent a moment, watching as Neassa passed them. He longed to speak with her, but this was important. I must confess, Captain -- I'm no pilot, and my firsthand knowledge of the ways of the 'verse are slim to none. I haven't traveled the stars very long, as you have. So I am not a navigator, not a pilot, not a linguist of any sort... what position do you see me fulfilling in the crew?
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Post by Preacher on Jan 6, 2017 19:08:53 GMT -8
Izzy -- um, wow. That Avatar... and to think, you were naked in the medal in front of me a few posts ago...
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Post by Preacher on Dec 16, 2016 11:29:27 GMT -8
Guys. What. Is. Going. on?
So. Slow. Killing. Me.
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Post by Preacher on Dec 12, 2016 18:10:37 GMT -8
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Post by Preacher on Dec 12, 2016 18:10:14 GMT -8
Captain Draykon, Silas inclined his head as the Firrereo approached. He took note of the man's gait, his sense of purpose, and tensed for a split second, worried that Adrien was about to deck him, so intent was he on his course, and stern in his countenance -- but relented immediately when all appeared, outwardly at least, to be well. Apologies, Adrien -- you caught me lost in thought. pause Lots of that going around 'bout now. The outlander glanced around the hangar bay, and for an instant, considers telling Draykon his musings about their motley crew. But it is not his place. And besides the fact -- though his Gift is rarely inaccurate about such matters, it would be fair to say he hasn't known any of them long enough to pass a 'fair' judgement (though on Kilia IV, that was precisely his duty.) No, instead he takes in the sight of the refugees, now mostly processed and receiving aid and attention, and their small band of travellers, looking as disparate as any group the Preacher had ever encountered, with the Midnight Shadow as backdrop for the scene, considers the entirety of the picture for a moment, before levelling Draykon with a piercing gaze.
I am sorry about Constanza, Adrien. She had a good and noble soul. a long pause. there is nothing else to say on the matter. to bring up any more, including how he knew her real name, would be to open the door to conversation about what else had been dredged from the Captain's unconscious mind while they were joined. It would be helpful for me, Captain, if you were to lay your cards on the table -- if you'll pardon the term. I do not know where I stand with you, or this vessel, and so I am not sure what I am bound and beholden to 'fill you in' on.
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Post by Preacher on Dec 5, 2016 11:20:45 GMT -8
Posted. Nothing to it really... just bored, looking for forward momentum.
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Post by Preacher on Dec 5, 2016 11:20:11 GMT -8
Silas watched as ships came and went. It was a different sort of landscape to what he was used to on Kilia... but it was peaceful in a different way, and exhilarating, all at the same time. He knew they had landed in an area that was -- for this planet -- considered low-class, but he didn't care. At this moment, there was nobody doing harm that he could see, and so he was relatively at ease. His thoughts turned to the crew of Adrien Draykon's crew. The thought about each of them as he walked. Draykon himself, he had spent little time talking with, though much time observing. He knew the Captain in a very intimate way, having been joined to him mentally for a number of hours while Draykon was incapacitated. He wanted very much to spend more time hearing the man's thoughts and getting a better idea of how his drive and determination, and loyalty shaped his personality. He found the man terribly difficult to read, and chalked that up mostly to his own lack of experience with the wider 'verse.
The pilot, Trent Weston. Thus far, the man had rubbed Silas the wrong way. Suffice it to say their relationship would take some work. Silas was willing to put in the effort, but there was something about Weston that nagged at him, and he had yet to put his finger to it. The first officer, Erly Ryzer, tried hard, worked hard, and fought for her reputation among the crew. That was to be respected. Silas would wait to see if she was capable to lead by example. Their medic was capable, and skilled in the arts of healing in a way that was alien to the Preacher. Doctors were a witchcraft on Kilia IV, and mostly to be avoided, but he had seen first-hand her skills. She had earned her trade and her place amongst Draykon's people, and Silas was almost constantly amazed by her feats of wizardry.
The rest of them... the catatonic girl -- Meony, and both Neassa and himself, were not strictly crew members, as he saw it. Catching a ride? Working to earn room, board & passage? Prospects? He didn't know where he stood. Except that he knew given his options, he'd stand at Neassa's side. She was the best warrior among them, and a presence off the field as well. He was drawn to her, and wanted to know more of her.
Then there was Isabelle. The one he had spoken to in the med lab. That one had been put forth as a potential addition to the crew. Of this, he was certain: it would go badly. He wasn't able to be clearer on that point, only that somehow, it would not go as planned. That caused him concern. But not enough to say anything against the woman. His Inner Strength only granted him the barest glimmer of images from the future, and this was -- as yet -- unclear.
He had arrived back at their hangar, and most of the slaves had disembarked. There was still a small local ground crew tending to the vessel, and one or two official-looking individuals milling about, talking to Ms. Ryzer. Silas hung back, awaiting the next move.
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Post by Preacher on Dec 2, 2016 9:36:23 GMT -8
Silas followed the merchant's index finger as he pointed out the various killing machines - all items he had never seen before, though some were vaguely familiar as the type of weapon favoured by most spacefarers. The grens and dets -- he had witnessed their use when the slaves had been freed. And some of the items, the thermite and the proton charges, he had no idea what they would do. But he imagined it was not any good. Still, he nodded appropriately when shown each item. Even the (slightly used) armor lying on the ground received an appreciative nod.
Impressive. Most impressive. pause No, what I am seeking is soft metal. unbuttoning his jacket, Preacher tucks the right side behind his back, revealing his sidearm and his saber hilt, removing the sidearm with his off-hand to show the merchant the weapon. I cast my own projectiles, as I have not found this particular caliber since leaving home. I have this for payment -- removing the small bill fold of scrip paper money -- however I have yet to find a merchant willing to accept it in trade. Perhaps I can trade another item if you have what I seek? As for this he casts a hand over the weapons arrayed before him I should ask the freighter crew I am ravelling with. They might well be interested in such fine weaponry.
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Post by Preacher on Dec 2, 2016 8:14:47 GMT -8
Silas watched as the freed slaves were cared for by the local gendarmes and medical personnel. They looked like scared, lost sheep, uncertain, some outright fearful. But there was also the occasional glimmer of individuality and hope, which was the spark he had so yearned to see. The civilians were mostly disembarked, and the Preacher looked around to see Ms. Ryzer engrossed in conversation with a local authority, and the pilot, Weston, likewise busied. Neassa was being seen to by a medevac EMT -- none too happily, and Silas caught her eye for a moment, but did not intrude, though he found he wanted badly to speak with her, be near her.
Shrugging this off and burying it deep, he donned his coat and hat, patting the Law in his satchel to verify its presence and moved off, into the spaceport, buttoning his jacket against the wind. They had touched down in a ramshackle area of ill repute, which seemed befitting their Captain's lifestyle and image, and Silas had grown accustomed to receiving sidelong glances from passerby due to his allegiances and choice of travelling companions. They were a strange assortment, but as far as the offworlder could tell, no more so than any other group of sentients he had encountered. He passed by several derelict vessels, stripped of usable equipment or graffitied and burned out, and more than a few active ships of varying types, all unknown and varying degrees of interesting / ugly / wondrous to the Preacher, before coming upon a repulsortruck, and two sentients deep in conversation. In the bed of the truck, lying atop an oiled cloth, stood several weapons. A merchant. Perhaps he would have the items the Preacher sought.
Silas could not help but notice the two androids, and armored man-of-arms crumpled a half dozen paces off, but tried his best to pay it no mind. Approaching, he spoke, to nobody in particular, since he couldn't be sure from attire nor posture who was 'in charge.'
Good day. Perhaps you can help me with something I am looking to purchase...
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Post by Preacher on Nov 29, 2016 20:08:38 GMT -8
Not really my turn next, but I'll get one up tomorrow night!
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Post by Preacher on Nov 29, 2016 20:07:16 GMT -8
IMO, it's good Early. Really, really good. Great description, gives a bit more of your backstory (love revealing posts!) and gives us the push we need. Awesome!
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