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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 2, 2015 8:33:29 GMT -8
-Koyi- "Oh Boy! Am I intruding! But, dont you worry darling, I rather lay hands on you!" She was fishing for reaction in the escort, when she spotted Crom'nen becoming lonesome again. An idea hit her like a powerhammer.-koyi- "Why dont you let me introduce you to the man of the hour? A meeting with personal insights into what it is we are trying to achieve here?" She knew of course also that 18 standing beside her was taking nice pictures of the Executive of Mandal Mines with her cybernetic eye. The folks back home will love the closeup.
The knight didn't bother to verbally reply, instead grinning & one hand on her belt. The grin however wasn't one of timidness or happiness, instead it was something even the earliest hominid would recognize: 'These are my teeth & I can kill you with them'. Her hand, which had the thumb tucked into her belt, causally made the thin scabbard at her side shift slightly, drawing attention to it in a subtle way. Head to toe she was projecting body language that said that if five bull rancors stormed the room at that very instant, she would still be the baddest beasty in the room. Aya on the other hand looked vaguely bored with the entire exchange, as if it happened often enough that she already knew what the two were going to say.-Aya By all means lead the way, it is always nice to meet those active in the galactic community. However, there seems to be a confrontation of some kind happening over there.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 31, 2015 10:45:04 GMT -8
-Aya Not quiet yet. I'm planning on waiting until after the speeches to decide how much to give.
As Koyi reach out her hand, Aya's escort took a neat half step forward & slightly between the two women, blocking the attempt at contact with her body.
-Escort Ma'am, I must insist that you do not attempt to lay a hand on Lord Aya.
-Aya Peace Sir Knight, I'm certain no harm was meant.
The fact that Aya made no move to actually chide her escort, however, made it clear she would not allow anyone to actually touch her.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 31, 2015 9:28:36 GMT -8
Luce & both of his companions did notice the martial underpinnings of the spaceport, which did a fair bit to reassure them that this was in fact a mando world. The urchin was starting to get fairly annoying as he was leading them less in a line & more in a meandering spiral that sometimes looped back on itself. Eventually however they reached what would seem to be their destination. Before the strange boy could wander off, the figure in the grey EOD armour flipped a low denomination cred chip to him.
A few moments later, after the boy was gone, the three figures made their way into the building. When they were framed in the door would be the best time for an ambush, so the grey armoured figure led the way into the store.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 31, 2015 8:52:28 GMT -8
Koyi Zitan, 19, went through a crowd of greeters, people whom thought this party was great, or the cause was just, or just thenked to be invited. Amongst them were one that at once became a great interest for the Imperial Agent. Namely, the Executive of MandalMine. If she played this right, she could link her together with an other businessman. One named Bateman, and gain an Imperial Claw locked inside the mandalorian Economy.
19 smiled warmly at Aya.-19, AKA Koyi Zitan- "I am happy you attend, miss Aya D'Ordinii. Me and Mr Crom'nen whom planned most of our displays decided not to shield the guests from the horros of what went down on Ryloth. It would be wrong to convay a nice and calm picture of a horrible event. If the turth is guilt tripping, then it should be strong enough to act against, dont you think?" -Aya There are those among my people that do not feel the same way. I'm afraid that since the last crusade failed that many of my people would be happy to ignore the rest of the galaxy completely. D'Ordinii, however, understands that is simply not possible at least not in the current state of the Mandalorian Empire.Aya actually smiled at the second part of the larger woman's statement.-Aya Politicians acting on truth? I simply must find which ones you have been socializing with. The only thing more rare that an honest politician in this day & age is common sense. I think that the reason for the lack might be due to the more common type exploiting them for all their worth.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 26, 2015 14:24:34 GMT -8
Before follow the somewhat odd child, Luce decided to check with the others.
-Luce (in Sy Bisti) Sounds like this Gorun character is a trader & info merchant of some kind. Shall we follow our local guide?
After considering their options, the other two nodded consent. True, it might end up being a waste of time. On the other hand, Concord Dawn was a fairly backwater world so it was possible everyone on the planet was like the strange child. Before the child had made it to the hanger doors, the trio was heading to follow him.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 26, 2015 13:41:19 GMT -8
-Luce (in Mando'a) Only if Goran is a merchant.
Luce didn't bother correcting the address the child used. Technically he wasn't the one in charge for the mission. Then again all three of them had roughly the same rank, if such a term could be applied to their situation. The only reason he was taking the lead was he was most familiar with the things the ship needed, as well as the fuels that would run through it best. Of course, even if they didn't have any luck, there were at least three other groups doing more or less the same thing on other nearby planets. The Kauti Rose was lurking safely in the deep void between planets, where it would be nearly impossible for someone to stumble onto it.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 26, 2015 13:01:12 GMT -8
Luce didn't respond right away, the accent here made the familiar language a little odd, but still understandable.
-Luce Dar verde. Olar gota eesu verborir. (Not soldiers. We're here to buy equipment & fuel)
Then again, the child's basic had been far worse than his Mando'a. It wasn't that surprising, not all of the clans put such a heavy emphasise on being able to get by anywhere in the galaxy as D'Ordinii did, so there was less focus on learning the major trade languages well enough to use readily.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 26, 2015 12:21:15 GMT -8
fromThe little freighter settled down roughly on its landing pads. It wasn't long before the trio of armoured beings made their way out of the ship, setting the security system as they left. True, the ship wasn't all that expensive, but it would be annoying to replace it. The style of each of the suits of armour was different, as were the basic colours that made up most of the armour. Each however had an identical badge painted on some location on their armour, a rose on a blue disc, imposed on a black & red band. One in sky blue light armour, Luce, had the badge just above the knee guard on his right leg. The one in the rich purple tactical armour had it centred over his heart, with the band winding completely around his torso. The last was in some kind of EOD armour & had the emblem on the back of his left hand.-Luce Right, let's get this over with. I don't like all this open sky. The other two nodded in silent agreement. as G3 'clones' they had graduated a little more than thirty years ago. The fact that they had spent most of those years on one of the D'Ordinii's mobile colony ships meant that they lack of bulkheads around made them more than a little anxious. The first stop of course would be to ask for directions to a reliable merchant.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 26, 2015 12:03:09 GMT -8
A single small light freighter jumped out of hyperspace & back into the bland reality of normal space. Or at least that was how Engineer Luce D'Ordinii saw it. Currently he was one of the three people on the ship. He had known the other two since way back in basic where they had trained, grown, & graduated with him. True, he was a little nervous so far from the rest of the colony, but it was still a job that needed to be done. Hopefully, they wouldn't have much trouble finding someone willing to trade in fuel & spare parts, something the ancient Kauti Rose was always in need of.
It wasn't much longer before the small ship cleared planetary traffic control & headed down toward the surface.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 26, 2015 9:21:39 GMT -8
Noting the appearance of their host, if only in the technical sense, Aya decided that it would be proper to greet her. A subtle nod & nudge was all it took for her escort to lead the way over to the newly arrived host, Aya trailing along with her arm looped through her escort's arm.
-Aya Miss Zitan, A pleasure to meet you, I'm sure. This is certainly an extravagant little affair, though the holoprojections could have been more tastefully chosen. I have found the rich tend to be made uncomfortable by images of direct suffering. Unless, of course, that was the intention & you plan on tossing out a bit of guilt during the speeches in order to raise donations.
Aya's tone was light & conversational throughout, seemingly indicating that she didn't mind the images. That or she quietly supported the psychological ploy, but was unaffected herself.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 17, 2015 10:28:48 GMT -8
The impact alarm began to sound continuously through the cruiser. The Captain blanched as he quickly rechecked all the straps on his crash webbing. Most of the bridge crew had thought that the enemy frigate was going to try & swing in close to make better use of its smaller size, but the rapidly growing cloud of escape pods fleeing from the frigate made it painfully obvious what was about to happen. Moments later there was a shuddering thud, as the two ships' shields ground against each other for a few moments before both failed. a breath later the entire cruiser jerked like a kicked can.
Inside the cargo ship, The purple arrows led the way to a room that looked like a cross between a barracks & a lounge, though all the furnishings were of rather cheep quality. Above the door, marked in basic, mando'a, & bocce were the words "Safe Room". The room itself was empty, but was at an intersection of three corridors. A quick glance down any of the corridors would quickly spot similar purple arrows & matching advancing curtains of fire suppressants.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 17, 2015 9:39:04 GMT -8
-Herald- "Aya D'Ordinii, Chief Executive Officer of MandalMine Collective & Elder of Mandalorian Clan D'Ordinii. And Escort." Aya was not an especially tall Zabrak. At a hundred & sixty centimetres she was actually a good bit below average height. She had also let her horns grow up instead of the usual practice of trimming them down, which combined with the fact that she had one centred above each eye gave her a vaguely sinister look to many eyes. Her dress was a simple white, sleeveless affair that hugged her curves before flaring out at her hips & ending just above her ankles to show off her bare feet. Her only jewellery was a pair of gilded, but still obviously functional vambraces. From one shoulder hung the black half-cape that served as her badge of rank in Clan D'Ordinii. Rather than the standard choice of cloth however, Aya's half-cape was the glossy, silky, black pelt from some exotic beast.
Her escort was a woman of average height, but was still nearly a full head taller than Aya. The escort wore a suit made in a rather simple cut, but from rather nice material & obviously custom tailored to fit her. The escort's own armour was limited mainly to a pair of pauldrons, following Aya's lead of using understated armour to emphasise the cultural connection. The escort also wore a half-cape, Though hers was of white silk. The only armament either of them bore was the light vibrofoil hanging from the escort's belt.
The escort took two quick steps down the stairs before half turning & offering her arm to Aya. After resting her hand gently on the offered arm of the escort, the two proceeded more sedately down into the main area of the hall.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 17, 2015 9:22:53 GMT -8
"If any of the cards are lost or stolen, please report the loss immediately to any of the security desks on each floor, and/or one of the senior Doctors/Administrators of which include myself, Dr. Alisha Mercotti, Dr. Jena Shaewe, or Ice Matango. Security, along with one or more of us, is always available around the facility."After a few more minutes, Sgt. Steen was done and had handed out the new laminated identification cards, one picture card I.D. and one swipe card I.D., to each of visiting doctors and nurses. After that task was completed, he nodded politely to Lyssa and Houn then gathered up the equipment and left the room almost as quietly as he had entered. Once they were handed their security cards most of the MedStar staff clipped them to one of several small equipment clips hidden along the edge of the low impact plates of their armour. Once all the badges were in place, & checked. Dr. Thomas chimed in with the next question.-Thomas Right then, what area will we be viewing first? Emergency Ward? Long-term Care? General Care? Surgery?
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 3, 2015 7:55:20 GMT -8
-Dr. Houn That is understood. MedStar tends to keep its high security sections separate from the standard facilities, but then we often have to cover a lot more area.
The three doctors & their nurse escorts quickly lined up to be issued the identifications. Oddly, as one would expect either the doctors to all go first, or the different sub-groups to stay together, the line was much more fluid than that, with all twelve more or less mingling freely.
-Human female nurse I assume that the badges are to be worn prominently?
Despite the fact that their was apparently a solid rank system in play, the individuals in the group seemed to be mostly ignoring it. The only exception was Dr. Houn, though the group seemed perfectly willing to allow a single member take the lead & ask most of the general questions.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jan 22, 2015 9:42:50 GMT -8
The group quickly fell into step with their host, with the nurses following shortly behind. Several of the nurses already had datapads out & were typing on them, most likely taking notes.
-Houn What kind of security measures do you employ at this facility? I understand if you can't go into hard details, but learning the generals would be nice.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jan 13, 2015 14:28:31 GMT -8
-Houn I'm Dr. Houn D'Ordinii, Surgical. This is Dr. Yrn D'Ordinii, General Practitioner & Dr. Thomas D'Ordinii, Pharmacology. It is a pleasure to be here.
Technically, MedStar is nearly three hundred years old, but it wasn't until the buy out forty years ago by MMC that it could even be considered competent. While it was rising quickly in ratings it still had a long way to go, hence the exchange program. Even then MedStar was mainly focused on the health & well being of the Clan.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jan 13, 2015 13:01:46 GMT -8
The doctors & their nurses made their way to the waiting room. Houn technically wasn't in charge of the group as all three doctors held the same rank, however she was the surgeon of the group. Thomas was more interested in the drugs being used & doses than actually bothering to interact with anyone. While Yrn was technically the more social of the doctors as a general practitioner he was perfectly content to sit back & let Houn run the show. Each of them had brought along three of their staff, except of course, Yrn who had one of his nurses call out sick at the last moment & hadn't bothered finding a replacement.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jan 13, 2015 12:05:32 GMT -8
The repulsor bus pulled away as the eleven figures observed one of the most well respected medical establishments in the galaxy. All eleven wore understated armour of one design or another. What all of them had in common however was that the shoulders were painted white, along with a white strip down the middle of their chest & back, almost creating the impression that they were wearing a white cloak draped around their shoulders. Three of the figures had a solid purple patch in the middle of their chest. One of the 'purples' was a tall human female with sandy blond hair, the next was a Zabrak male that was completely bald, the last was a short human male with greying hair. The other eight were a rough mix of species & genders, though Zabrak was fairly common.
The three purples lead the group into the reception hall, & made their way to the front desk. The tall female introduced the group to the receptionist.
-Dr. Houn D'Ordinii. I am Dr. Houn D'Ordinii of MedStar. She motions as the triple helix logo on her armour. This is Dr. Yrn D'Ordinii The Zabrak & Dr. Thomas D'Ordinii The other human. & our nurses The other eight. We are here as part of the exchange program between RDMC & MMC-MS.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jan 13, 2015 10:33:01 GMT -8
-Human female Frigate speed still increasing.
-Taung nine two oh shields breached, hull damage detected.
-Human Lead Dana, Intruder suppression protocols.
-Human Female/Dana Understood, switching to focused control. Stage one initiated.
As the inner hull of the Lucrehulk was breached, an alarm wail filtered back to the pirates. A moment later a series of brief shudders passed through the ship.
-Prerecorded intercom Intruders detected, all crew follow the purple leads to designated safe rooms. Intruders detected ...
Looking around the pirates would notice a number of different coloured strips of paint on the floor, one of which was indeed purple. Every few metres, the strip would be interrupted by a chevron pointing the correct direction to go.
-Human female. Stage two.
-Prerecorded intercom Intruders detected, all crew follow the purple leads to designated safe rooms. Internal defenses now activating. Intruders detected ...
Down one end of the hall, a geyser of fog blasted down from the ceiling & into the deck below it. Any old space hand would instantly recognize the sight as a fire suppression cyro unit. While it was designed to put out fires, it would also kill anyone unlucky enough to get caught in the blast. Which was one of the reasons that most ships had upgraded to different designs. Just before the last blast faded, the next in sequence activated. The wave of cold was quickly marching its way down the hallway, working from farthest away from the safe room toward it, most likely to give crew time to reach safety.
Back on the cruiser, the crews managed to get the turbolaser battery back firing. However, it was just in time to brace for another wave of fire from the frigate, again the shields flickered, this time taking two of the ion cannons out of the fight, along with several other shots hitting the hull but missing weapons systems. Damage control crews raced to seal off the breaches & reroute power from broken conduits as the Cruiser returned another salvo of fire on the much smaller ship.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jan 13, 2015 9:47:26 GMT -8
Only a few of the mines were still active in the corridor, & they were spread out enough not to be a threat since they were known. The entire hallway looked like someone had tried to melt it, sandblast it, & then power wash it with acid. What had been a security door on the far end of the hall was so damaged that it looked like a solid kick would bring it the rest of the way down. The only things moving in the hallway were the wisps of smoke issuing from spots of the floor & walls.
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