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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 12, 2017 0:45:30 GMT -8
D'lyse exited the turbolift onto the hanger bay floor. Unlike most capital ships the Hammerhead Crusier sported only a single hanger bay opening to the starboard side of the crusier protected by a series of light turbo batteries and two one way ray shield projectors protecting the open bay from star fighter fire and perhaps all but the most direct fire from larger cruisers. The ARC Commander crossed the bay, past nearly a dozen Aurek Tactical Fighters, even the Captains own personal Aurek, then by a series of Twin-tails - larger and more durable than the earlier - towards the back of the Hanger where 5 other troopers worked with their gear and several large crates before a dark and intimidating Fury-Class Interceptor.
The chain of command and thus its structure had been altered several dozen times, and though he had remained in command of what remained of Gadriel's army the troopers that now surrounded him waiting for more detailed orders were ones that he had only served with for the last several months but he was sure of their effectiveness in combat, so much so that he had personally promoted them to fill the void in the Guard that once served their late Jedi Master. D'lyse stopped amid the group and removed his helmet - a lack of formality being shown that he had gained from his predecessor Bobby - and looked at the group for a moment before speaking, oddly enough at his lead they each in turn removed their helmets to receive him.
"We await our guest, had the ship been prepared, we know not where we are going nor for how long, nor yet again know what we may be facing - we need to be prepared for everything."
The female to his immediate left who had chosen the name Liz, was the first to reply.
"We've packed enough food to suit us all on normal rations for a month, and the gear of course as you requested Commander, heavy! However I am concerned about conference room for our guest... the instructions were quite, odd.
"Our guest, Commander - did you get a look? No one had seen or heard anything."
D'lyse' stoic face did not betray his own personal feelings on the matter as he looked from Liz to the second, Demolitions expert who had simply taking to calling himself Fuze.
"Very good sergeant, and it will have to do... Altair's guest should be joining us shortly, and I doubt there will be any complaint. And no, nothing save the look of a dark cloak and a very chilling feeling..."
Gadriel had of course trained all of the original guard in the ways of the Force and D'lyse had taken to the study as well as any of the others but still could barely grasp anything more than the basics, but he had taken to giving very special attention to the 'feelings' he experienced, like the one surrounding the mysterious figure that had been their guest for these past few weeks, ever since the battle that had brought them to Naboo. Reasons were of course kept to the Captain himself and D'lyse for one never questioned it, yet ever since the guest had been brought on board he had been more uneasy than normal, and the men were beginning to see it in him, though before he could speak further to quiet their doubts the familiar hiss of the turbolift doors echoed throughout the Bay and their eyes turned towards the sound.
As the doors opened two of the crew exited the lift visibly shaken but carrying a large ornate wooden box across the hanger bay and into the Interceptor, they paid no heed to the Troopers surrounding the craft and even they made no move to stop them, their attention in stead focusing on the one that soon followed after.
The figure stood to a height of 1.8 meters, taller than any of them, and wore a dark cloak covering the entirety of the figures form and masking even it's face - the hood pulled low and shadowing the entire head, but if this at all hindered or obstructed the beings sight the pace and precision of its stride did nothing to reveal the hinderance. The figure walked passed the collection of silent onlookers and mounted he ramp, at once disappearing into the craft and not to much longer after the two crewman came back out blinking slightly and each bore an expression of complete mindlessness as they shook themselves to their senses and both walked away without a word. D'lyse was the first to the recover and at last returned his helmet to his head and gestured to the ramp.
"Everyone aboard, it appears we are ready to depart. Janus, you two at the controls and let Captain Riley know we are ready to depart. Rendezvous point is the old Villa... the one Captain used to say belonged to Macros. The rest of you get the rest of this equipment stored and... no one goes near the conference room until Captain is back aboard, understood?"
There was a round of "Aye Sir"s before the squad set to work, the two troopers in opposing black and white armor that D'lyse had addressed singularly as Janus turned as one and made their way up the ramp and after a few moments there was an eerily silent hum as the Interceptors Baffled engines came to life. D'lyse remained until the last of the cargo had been loaded and turning to sweep the area one final time to be sure that nothing had been left behind he at last followed the remainder of his team aboard.
With the ramp raised and authorization given to depart the Interceptor gently raised itself from the deck of the hangerbay and passed through the one direction ray shields angling itself town towards the planet. The craft had no sooner departed the hanger bay when the Crusier and the smaller vettes in unison made the jump to light speed on the week long trip that would have them back to Felucia, back home. The Interceptor however, now en route to collect its own Captain, had a longer journey in store, and one perhaps more dangerous and it would be a doubt that anyone would notice the ship rising from the planet hours later on the other side of the planet and quietly making its own jump to hyperspace in the opposite direction, its journey at least for now, a much shorter one.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 11, 2017 1:21:44 GMT -8
High above Naboo, The newly appointed Captain Riley fidgeted in "the chair" clearly not having come to terms with his new placement as commander of the last of Gadriel's Fleet that once numbered some dozen ships similar to the one he know commanded, and hundreds of smaller ones. That fleet, having been under the command of his mentor and clone batch brother Nakor. They had been grown with very specific instructions by the order of Gadriel himself. Having only met the now decieced Jedi Master on a handful of occasions he never truly got to know him the way his predicesors did and so for some reason never was able to come to terms with why he been created the way he had, with what seemed to him to be a myriad of flaws his Clone brothers did not seem to battle against.
Pulled from his revery by a beeping notification on the arm of his chair he coughed several times to center himself, a feat that seemed to go overlooked by the rest of the bridge crew and leaned forward linking the comm system to the rest of the small fleet.
::Captains, fall into formation and prepare for hyperspace jump, location... Felucia. Gentleman, We are going home.::
Riley stood and looked to the rest of his orders, having summoned D'lyse a few moments before making the announcement to the rest of the fleet he was expecting him any moment. D'lyse was one of the oldest among them, part of Gadriel's personal guard under the command of Captain Bobby, and now with both Bobby and Gadriel dead, he was in command of what remained of Gadriel's Army, second to only Captain Altair himself. This fact did not escape Riley as the legendary ARC walked onto the bridge, already in full tac gear and fully armed as if he had already known the orders he was about to be given. Riley steeled himself and whispered in attempt to match Altair's calm reserve.
"Captain D'lyse, The fleet has been ordered to return to Felucia, you and your choice of 5 Soldiers will take the captain's ship, and all of its cargo... and rendezvous with the Captain at Macros' Villa..."
"All the Cargo... Sir?"
"Yes Captain... Altair was quite specific, but gave no additional information."
D'lyse hardly smiled anymore, and yet a flicker of his lips hinted at the amusement he took from Riley's words. He nodded and snapped to attention giving Riley a crisp salut before turning to execute his orders, despite what he thought of them he was a soldier first and formost and would serve in that capacity until he like the rest of his Brothers were taken from this universe in death.
He clicked at his wrist communicator and passed word for his Command team to assymble in the Hanger bay the code for "heavy arms" being transmitted soon after, his team would know what it meant, he had one more stop to make first.
The observation deck that played host to the Conference room in normal situations had been requested by their "guest" and as such had been altered following very specific instructions into personal quarters. He stepped up to the door and raised his guantlet to knock when the door opened. He entered without hesitation or fear even though he knew next to nothing about the one within. whoever it was had never been seen by the army or the crew, never took meals with the Captain and the other officers, and as far as anyone could tell, never stepped from this room nor had been bothered by anyone save the Captain. D'lyse didn't know what was going to happen, but he had his orders. Stepping between two burgundy banners and gazing at a figure facing away from him, gazing at the stars he spoke in his clear and firm voice.
"Captain Altair has ordered his Ship prepared for action and has 'requested' that you accompany us to rendezvous with him on the planet below."
He knew he could not answer any further questions even if they were put to him, and even though he had opted on the diplomatic route he wouldn't leave this ship without... whoever this was aboard.
"The conference room aboard the Captain's ship will be made ready for your use and if you wish it, you will not be bothered."
He stilled himself once more, waiting, gazing at the black clocked and hooded figure. From here he couldn't make heads or tails of the figure, species, sex, anything. He paused and let the silence hang for a moment, making no move to leave. Just as he was about to speak again the cloaked figure raised a hand gestured for the ARC to depart. D'lyse took this as an agreement, tho he wasn't sure exactly how. He shook his head slightly and turned on his heel to leave the conference room, the doors sliding smoothly shut behind him as he did so. He exhaled slightly and nodded to himself before making his way down to the hanger bay to prep his crew and make sure the ship was ready for departure to... it didn't matter where, they would go.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 10, 2017 23:06:29 GMT -8
Altair followed her down the ramp, his eyes constantly surveying the area - he had stayed long passed his time frame to get the girl out. His evac plan had changed as well and now he had to change his plan again and rendezvous with his ship elsewhere, he wouldn't bring it over the villa in the daylight. The hunter stayed in the shadow of the ship as Anna moved out into the sunlight.
Crossing his arms over his chest seeming much more relaxed than he really was he studies the girl for a long moment, unable to help himself from the curiosity of how she had come to possess such a strange and unique weapon, or what the Sith had against her that caused him to take it. It wasn't his concern of course, nor any of his business.Paradigm won't be a problem... The words rolled off his lips with a smooth grace that was beyond his norm, almost as if he was attempting to mimic someone who's voice was unlike his enough to be unrecognizable, this brought a smirk to his lips and he leaned up from the ships hull and moved forward to pat Anna gently on the back and whispered softly...Take care of yourself girl... Altair pulled back and moved off at a slow jog towards the south end of the villa, disappearing around an arrangement of bushes towards the water, any plan he had of getting off the island unknown.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 9, 2017 21:43:52 GMT -8
*puts shaving cream in the helmets of all the off duty clone troopers then pulls the battle stations alarm*
:Order 65 executed:
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 8, 2017 21:36:42 GMT -8
Altair's eyes fell upon the girl, rolling slightly at her shock and then sudden interest. He glanced down at the device upon his wrist taking note of the transmission from Riley stating that the fleet had pulled back from the action in the stars above which had lead to the destruction of both fleets and the countless deaths. Not that he seemed to care - they were not his men, they were not his problem. His eyes narrowed as as she continued to speak... blabbering at first then finally...
Felucia
He exhaled with what seemed to be an irritated expression and then finally nodded. Felucia, where it had all started for Macros 'the Black' Sirraf. He had searched the entire Planet once already, spoken to all of the soldiers and most of the Jedi that would have known - nothing. Zendora, the obvious answer never once crossed his mind. His mind moved in circles over the new problem, the next step. At least he had a name... and it wouldn't be to long before he came up with a way to --As i remember it Zendora had a daughter, Paradigm. Where can i find her? He whispered the last bit with a hint of amusement, and the bite of a challenge. The daughter and the late Macros - other than the being Shianon - where the only ones that could have a shot at taking anything from Zendora against her will - hopefully it would not come to that. He raised the device to his lips and whispered against the comm.::Prepare the fleet for hyperjump to the Eastern Outer Rim - planet Felucia, Riley... tell the crew... you're going home. Send down D'lyse and 4 men with my ship and my gear, and call my Aurek back, I'll meet you on Felucia, Captain Riley, the Bridge is yours.::Finishing his transmission he looked over Anna, this time with a skeptical glance, as if for the first time seeming sympathetic to her current situation and state of being. When she wobbled he half raised a hand as if to catch her if she tumbled. When she stabilized against the wall he righted himself and returned his arms to cross against his chest, looking at the closed doorway with a slight raise of his eyebrow before raising the device to the slice port he had created the moments before - the Device integrated in seconds this time, clearing away any trace of his presence within the ships systems and cutting the memory and recording of any onboard security recording devices the AI could interface with just as Altair glanced back at Anna with a grin.You look like shit... you could use a break, and since you've decided to remain planet side my 'motives' are now none of your concern, tell me what i need to know, and i'll go.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 8, 2017 0:04:34 GMT -8
Alright Rebecca that's fair, So where do you think the Ascendancy should go from here? As far as the Ascendancy being destroyed I think that's a bit much. The first order may have destroyed their ships and their armies and attempted to force their culture to assimilate, but that is a lot of rp that is assumed... none of which I see being actually done. I see one battle and the assumption of more brilliantly written mind you... but against no real defenders, that happened 6 months to a year ago. Nic your last post on the Csilla speaking of what would happen over the next few years is good and all, and totally makes sense; but nothing has been done since, actually roleplayed. That's all I'm looking to do here... give the first order a change to actually Rp with The Chiss Ascendancy.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 7, 2017 21:07:01 GMT -8
I for one would never dream of undoing to RP you guys have done with them. I would think it would have to be discussed by those who were planning on writing them... if I could get enough people interested, on how we would proceed. If we are keeping to Cannon, the Ascendancy as a whole would never submit to another foreign rule, any decision made would be the vote of their ruling families and their parliament. So some descionsion Rp is possible here.
Also we have seen in Cannon many Chiss, especially in the military don't believe as the Parliament does and so may gladly work alongside the First Order if they were shown the proper respect which you speak of in your reply. So there is Rp to be had there too.
I think there is a lot possible to do here and if the First Order is willing to work with the players then it would be a great start. I've been reading up on how the First Order and some of the Mandalorian clans have been working together, but some of the others are left to choose as they will, I see no reason why it wouldn't be the same here, I don't doubt the writers of the First Order one bit, but it would be quite difficult to control 28 independently armed fleets and Planets without the support of the Ruling Families, especially the one that controls the military.
We might even have some Chiss players at odds with eachother about what decision is best for the Ascendancy, because for Chiss that is what it comes down to. The goals of the First Order would never be their goals, they are to deep in their roots as a species for that, at least that's what I get from my research.
Nic in the coming days I might get his started and I think the first place to start would be with you guys, that is if any of your team is available to write with me?
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 7, 2017 2:42:07 GMT -8
Does this mean we get tea bagged together? If so dibs in the left one.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 7, 2017 0:03:05 GMT -8
As I understand it, at the beginning of last year the First Order sacked the Chiss Captial world of Csilla, This would be a wonderful starting point for any sort of Rp whose focus would be bringing it back, whether that leaned towards aiding the First Order in their domination of the Galexy, Or kicking the Arrogant outsiders out of Chiss Space?
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 6, 2017 23:52:57 GMT -8
Im creating this forum thread with the hopes of gathering together anyone who wishes to weigh in or even take part in forming a role players group of Chiss to try and put together a Faction or maybe just see where it can go.
First off I've been gone for a few years and am only recently returned so if there are Chiss players already out there doing this I'm not trying to step on your toes and would gladly welcome your acceptance and input with this. Anyone that's been looking to do the same, now we have a place to fletch out our ideas and try and build from the ground up if there are no pre-existing Rpers to build off of.
For those who are unaware and don't want to jump to a wiki article, this is a little bit of info about the Chiss. (I'll be brief and I am by no means an expert on this species)
The Chiss Ascendancy (or Chiss empire by the ignorant outsiders) is made up of as many as 12 families of blue skinned aliens that span some 28 colenies within the Unknown Regions of space from their capital planet of Csilla.
In the past they have been a technologically advanced if xenophobic species, thinking themselves superior than outsiders and taking new customs and ideologies very slowly. They have been a force within the Unknown Sector since before the formation of the republic and have continued to be a force to be reckoned with ever since, though they have taken several very brutal beatings over the years by races such as the Vong.
Probably the most popular among Chiss is the one Grand Admiral Thrawn. He was a military leader and an outlier of the Ascendancy but many Chiss followed and looked up to him. He may be a role model to many but he is by no means a poster boy of the species in the eyes of the Ascendancy and the rulers of the Ruling Families that make up their parliament.
I know there have been a few dozen players who have written Chiss in the past, and I even recall in 1.5 several banded together to cause quite a ruckus before I think the Mandalorians put them down(feel free to correct me, it's been years). But if we have no where else to start... we should start here, and see who had any interest!
Feel free to post here or even PM me if you've got questions!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 6, 2017 17:24:15 GMT -8
Sounds good man. And there is no reason we can't meet up with rawkill's character somewhere too. I don't really have any plans right now.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 6, 2017 14:56:31 GMT -8
The next person to post gets tea bagged by Chill
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 6, 2017 2:41:35 GMT -8
Kothlis Mid Rim
Bothan sector - bothan colony. Ablis forest Ragnook mountains Tal'cara (Capital)
This was the place of the battle of Kothlis were the rebal forces and many bothan civilians died to secure the plans for the 2nd Death Star. Mom mothma's famous line "Many Bothan's died to bring us this information" speaks of this place.
Also if you ask me... the screen writers for Rogue One read about this battle and used it as a direct basis for the battle of scarif, the similarities are to close to overlook.
Seems like a pretty important place to me and I've always wondered why it was never added, Not to mention, on a more personal note, it was the homeworld of the first character I ever wrote on JvS 1.0 all those years ago.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 4, 2017 23:07:06 GMT -8
I'm recently back to the site after several years and while I haven't created a Jedi character yet to serve as your master, if you would like to join up and write together I would be open and willing to write with you and hopefully my travels will lead me soon to Felucia where a good many Jedi congregate, I am sure you could find a master there.
The choice is of course yours. Let me know if you want to meet up somewhere in PM or just reply here! I'm down for just about anything right now!
Ps: havnt gotten around to drawing up a profile as of yet because i havnt decided what to do with my own story yet. Tho you will find a Captain Altair Sirraf on Naboo ATM.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 4, 2017 19:20:03 GMT -8
Altair's eyes narrowed at her blatant and cavalier defiance, and had it been anyone else she would have been dead already. The fact that one he had been sent after was Anna had clearly changed everything for him and he wasn't willing to back up his threats any longer. Clearly the girl had changed and the moment his eyes caught the dagger she pulled out of the obviously Sith robes he knew the source of the unpleasant feeling he had had before opening the door. He finally holstered his weapon and set his eyes on broken seer before him: He shook his head but long before he had ordered his thoughts enough to reply to her blanket statements of things she shouldn't know and had no business knowing the device on his arm beeped and the message confirming Anna's words had been relayed to him.... much to late to be of use, and soon enough only to prove her air of superiority. Altair simply rolled his eyes, in no way concerned for his fleet, Riley was a nervous sort, but he knew his business when pressed. Onconcerned with her slipping past him and becoming more and more aware of how long he had spent here... long past rendezvous... he shook his head once more and whispered.-I need to know where lies or who holds the Journal of Macros Sirraf... and a way to attain it. There was little point in talking in circles now, and she was right. - If for the wrong reason - he was running short on time. Pressing a few buttons upon the device on his wrist, relaying his preset message back to his fleet to prepare for departure and looked back at Anna expectedly, his finger tapping the pommel of his disruptor pointlessly, but clearly for effect and force of habit than anything else.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 4, 2017 15:14:05 GMT -8
The hammerhead's dropped out of hyperspace to the view of destroyed TIEs and a transport latched onto the small courier. The two ships maintained a good distance making no sign of interference on either side. Lucian sat with ease in the First Pilots chair of the vette but he looked with destane upon the imperial transport. Seconds later a hyperspace gate formed and a vette pilots worst nightmare dropped to real space within firing distance of ship: A Victory Class Star Destroyer.
Easily outclassing the two ships alone with their compliment of fighters aside Lucian was already inclined to hesitance if not outright retreat. He listened with irritation to the hail from the Smug imperial officer. His lips pursed and he gripped the controls, his officers reserve the only factor that allowed him to keep his head when the warning shot went wide across his bow. He was about to reach for the comm to reply when the inter-fleet comm channel sounded in his ear
::Come on! We can take 'em! They fired at us first Command can have no qualms if we blow him out of the stars...::
Lucian smirked at his hot blooded counterpart, Jez... always the one to shoot first and ask questions never. Exactly the reason he had been given field command over her for the last 10 years since they left berth on Felucia, and likely the only reason she was still alive. Thought this time he half considered her thoughts, it would only that moments for The Gadriel'alora'lya to arrive and the three of them even in this state could take a single Vic any day.... and just as fate liked to haunt him that was the exact moment the two other Victory class destroyers dropped out of hyperspace. Lucian's heart stopped...
::Evasive maneuvere Gamma!::
The two vettes went into a steep dive to avoid any oncoming fire, dipping in perfect time with eachother as if the two pilots were linked in some way. It wasn't long until the opposing fleet dropped out of hyperspace and engaged. Lucian felt a very real weight lift from his chest as he reached for his comm once more.
::Retreat, we seem to have stepped into something that has no room or need for our presence... -yes I know Jez... but their fleet is operating with precision, we would only get in the way! You have your orders... Back to the flagship, if the battle reaches the planet with the Captain still below Riley might order us to engage.::
And just as they had come the pair of vettes turned their tails to the engaging fleets and jumped back to high Naboo orbit with the Cruiser.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 3, 2017 22:45:03 GMT -8
Mr. Riley, we're reading a ship leaving orbit on the far side of the planet, courier - entering hyperspace... shall i plot course?
The one named Riley stood in place of the absent Captain Altair with his arms clasped firmly behind his back, his eyes surveying the data transferred to his station from telemetry. From his position aboard the Hammerhead-Class cruiser he could see the small fleet of Hammerhead Corvettes arrayed in formation around him, even the one they had just recently got back to limping which would be in no condition for action any time soon. He considered his standing orders, then considered calling for the Captain before whispering his reply as Altair always did from his position just to the left of the Captain's chair upon the bridge.
Track their course but do not follow, we have our orders to maintain orbit. Open all comm lines - monitor all frequencies in this sector, if they return to this planet or anything comes near Naboo I wish to know if it.
At his word the bridge of The Gadriel'alora'lya became a bristle of activity, men from several stations operating with what could only be military efficiency to carry our the acting Captains orders. Riley, meanwhile maintained his position upon the bridge his hands fidgeting nervously as he waited for word... anything. Riley never liked it when Altair wasn't on the bridge, or one of the other ARC's for that matter. He never liked being left in charge, and he never liked making the decisions that impact the lives of their little Ragtag fleet. ~where are you Altair~ His thoughts continued to spiral out of control the only sign of it being the constant twitch of his hands behind his back, shielded from the eyes of the bridge crew.
Captain, we have Imperial comm signals on the outskirts of the sector!
Riley blinked at the outburst and suddenly the moment he had feared was upon him, the eyes of half the bridge crew that wasn't already preoccupied tracking the signals and gathering more information about their origin were all locked on him, waiting for orders. It took the moments hesitation for him to gather his wits and hide the expression on his face that he knew most of the bridge crew caught and before he knew it his hand was on the inter-ship comm between the Cruiser and the 'vettes.
Lucian, Jez take your 'vettes and track the origin on that signal, do not engage unless absolutely necessary! Send 7 aurek's with them, mobilize the rest in formation around the last vette and 'beat to battle stations'
The orders came from his lips as if he was born to give them, the hesitance and the nervousness he was feeling before gone, at least for the moment as he slipped effortlessly into Captain Altair's chair... preparing for anything as he watched the two Hammerhead Corvettes make their mini-jump to the follow the Cruiser.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 3, 2017 21:38:56 GMT -8
Her sass nearly passed over his consciousness as he looked down at the device as it worked its way back into the ships onboard computer. He had gotten used to the near constant presence of arrogance amidst those warriors on Felusia, even before the presence of the Whills came to that world - they were the worst of them all. The device brought him back from his waking dreams and what could have been the droning of the woman's 'sincerest gratitude' fell away from his mind as the beeping continued. He shook his head and pressed a button upon the device and the doorway opened.Gullible... self obsessed... sounds like your type. He muttered stepping to one side giving her entry into the room. He lowered his arm and pressed another button upon the device and it fell silent and he crossed his arms over his chest, which was half covered in a similar material of the device and the helm he had worn - the metal covered his vitals and half of his neck and collarbones. These also seemed to be the housing for the helm components when they were not displayed across his face. The metal 'armor' skirted down his legs as well under his gunbelt and wrapping around his thighs but extending no further, as if the armor he worse was designed for someone much shorter - if not smaller in stature.Besides... if it makes you more compliant... He whispered leaning half against the door frame still holding his gun loosely between his fingers as he watched her. He returned the shackles to the pouch against his side, sparing a moment to look over his shoulder and listen for anyone coming down the corridor.What is so important you can't leave behind anyways? [/font]
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 2, 2017 20:32:48 GMT -8
The bounty hunters eyes shifted to the door, one of the crew quarters probably, or a storage compartment he wasn't sure but either way he had a bad feeling about the door, and the room beyond in general. He flipped the edge of his gun towards her, keeping it well in hand while gesturing for her to move back so he could examine the doorway. Stand to one side then... and dont make me get jumpy... you're already making me nervous... He shifted the gun to his other hand holding it gently between his fingers, almost coddling it while raising the device to the door, it seemed to come to life before her eyes and the cybernetic enhancements she had - depending on their complexity - might even catch on to the life that was within the device as it connected once more to the ships computer through an entry panel to the left of the doorway itself. The device hesitated for a long moment as it worked once more to connect to the ships computer, he shook his head - this was taking longer than normal.Whose room is this?
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Altair Sirraf
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 2, 2017 19:44:54 GMT -8
Though the girl couldn't tell the bounty hunter she had named 'Ronan' blinked several times behind the shimmering red eye pieces of the face concealing helm. He tilted his head without lowering his weapon and studied the girl for a short time. He looked about the commons room for a moment noticing the way he came wasn't the only way out, and another corridor lead on towards the other side of the ship moving in a circle just like the next model - the YT. He wondered why she waited behind for a moment but before he could come to a suitable conclusion she was speaking again...That isn't my name anymore... He stated simply, ignoring the rest of her ramblings as he attempted to place her. Clearly she was one of the Felucian Conclave, those being the only people in the Galaxy besides those on this world that would have called him Ronan, he hadn't gone by that name in years. He flickered his eyes down towards the device, making sure for the last time that this was indeed his target, the source of the signal he had... extracted from those on Yavin IV. Finally she revealed herself to his memory and he looked past the implants and noticed the scars on the girls face which should have taken her eyes... he just realized he never saw her with eyes before, and the hair was gone... she was an entirely different person - the years clearly had not been as kind to her as they had to him.Anna... He whispered simply, not even bothering to lower his weapon as he raised his other hand to a small button on the side of the helm which caused it to retract into the color of the chest piece of armor he worse about his heavily muscled torso. He had grown in the years, standing to the height of 1.8 meters with easily 240 pounds of what seemed raw muscle covering his large frame. His green eyes looked back at her, blinking several times taking in her obviously weakened state, Yavin IV had clearly been more recent for her than he had anticipated. ~just makes my job easier~ he thought grimly slipping into a pack attached to the gunbelt on his waist for a pair of binders.You're coming with me, that isn't negotiable... the choice of whether these are necessary or not, however... He let the thought fell off as he raised the manacles towards her with a clear smirk on his arrogant lips. the binders were clearly of Mandalorian make... breskar - obvious by the gleam of the saber resistant metal, with two crystals infused onto each wrist meant to inhibit if not all together prevent force users from their more arcane abilities.
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