Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Oct 15, 2017 21:59:01 GMT -8
When they landed Adrien looked around the cockpit once more taking a head count for the last time before he turned to Trent. "I want you to take care of the ship. Get us fuel, run diagnostics, and make sure there's no damage from the field. When you're done meet us at the Red Shift." He turned to the remaining three, "The rest of you are with me so get ready and meet me at the ramp, unless someone wants to stay here and help Trent." Adrien walked past everyone and into his cabin, it didn't take him long to get everything he needed, the usuals of course and head out toward the common area to wait by the ramp for everyone else.
His wait wasn't long and as soon as the last person had arrived he opened the airlock and lowered the ramp. There was a certain confidence in the way he walked, leading his crew down the ramp and toward the Shift, his hair and coat blowing in the breeze. With so many ships flying in and out of this place it seemed to be always breezy. It never failed that someone recognized him when he came here, for better or for worse but it always made him assume that someone knew he was here the moment he arrived. Some might call that arrogance, he preferred calling it reality. There were certain smuggler's that came to your typical smuggler havens and they turned heads, people knew who they were in some way, by their ship, their name, their reputation, or they simply just knew them, Adrien was easily counted among those smugglers whether he wanted to be or not.
He knew Karana was here, they had been messaging back and forth since he had left Mustafar and he knew she was already at the Shift waiting for him. He was actually kind of surprised they had arrived almost at the same time, but then again timing is important in his line of work so maybe it wasn't coincidence. The good news is that they wouldn't be waiting long, he could see the Shift just ahead. He couldn't help but remember the last time he met Fel's crew here, he got shot a few times, but then again they weren't the ones that did the shooting. Still, these two crews attracted a lot of danger separately, together? Well, danger doesn't seem like a big enough word to describe it. Too late to turn back now, they were at the door.
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Rash Forn
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Post by Rash Forn on Oct 16, 2017 5:29:38 GMT -8
The macro binocs whirred as Rash zoomed in on the Wayfarer class. (He had since done a little searching, and tagged the other ship as a Loronar -- one he'd never seen before.) Well well, look at these! The leader was definitely that. Look at his bravado. He zoomed in until he could count the hairs in the five-o'clock shadow. The man behind their leader was an odd combination of backwater homesteader and... security guard? The wide brim of his hat obscured his features, but the Shistavanen noted that both men were armed. That's how smugglers went about -- ready for danger. The third off the ship was -- Rash flattened himself against the bulkhead, out of sight. Kriff -- a Mandalorian. He had seen the helmet, but had the helmet seen him? There he stayed, out of sight, until the four had passed, before tentatively peering out from his vantage point. They seemed to be heading for the same location. One of the watering holes set back into the gloom of the semi-darkness...
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Oct 16, 2017 14:13:22 GMT -8
The Aurodium Palace - Penthouse Office
Had Aedon the sense, he would have thrown the data chip in the nearest furnace the first chance he got. However, his curiosity outran his sense long ago. Still, he had the foresight to view the contents of the data chip on an enclosed server, on a disconnected and well-firewalled terminal. And what he found was something that sent him spiraling into the realm of conspiracy theories and holonet tabloids. What the kriff had Galdaart Fel gotten himself into in his lifetime? He'd already lived several of them! First soldier, then spy, then some ghostly black-ops specter that was "allegedly" responsible for toppling entire planetary governments at some points? And those were just the confirmed sightings. Leaving out the speculative datapoints was Aedon's sole means of maintaining his sanity. Aedon knew that the life of a smuggler was prone to such a colorful background, but...to see it displayed in such a grandiose and - often - unbelievable manner was beyond him.
The door to the office opened, and Aedon watched as his Bothan counterpart walked through the door. Giving Aedon a nod, he let out a long sigh before leaning on the adjacent wall.
"I don't mean to alarm you, Gav...but...we have some new arrivals."
"...Is it who I think it is?"
Nods You had to know they were going to show, eventually."
Aedon took a moment to close out the viewing program on the terminal screen in front of him. After a few seconds, the holoscreen powered down,
and the data chip auto-ejected from the console. He took a few moments to put it back in its plastic casing, and then tucked the chip in his inside jacket pocket.
"Yeah, yeah...and I'm pretty sure I know where they're gonna end up, too. Kriff my luck..." He also sighed. "Let's go ahead and get this over with."
The Zeltron knew better than to just walk out there, unarmed and pathetic. He made sure he had his choice pistols on his person, secured in their hideaway shoulder holsters. He also had his blade at his side, and his wits beside that. There wouldn't be any chance of underestimating Malora - or Shaggy, for that matter.
He wanted to keep all of his extremities intact, thank you very much. Stepping out from behind the desk, he motioned to his friend and former Gunnery Chief to follow. The two walked out of the penthouse into the adjoining foyer, taking the turbolift down, and began making their way to the Red Shift...
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Oct 16, 2017 16:45:09 GMT -8
==Doc Chop SL==
<<106 PP; S18 Sector, Skip One>>
It was time for Curjas to skip town again. People were starting to notice some of the disappearance. That droid of his had fixed up his armor right nicely. At least the parts that could be fixed. Of course, he had also vanished with a good chunk of credits as well. Curjas wasn't sure if he had been skipped out on somehow or someone else ambushed the droid. He didn't have enough technical know how to figure it out & didn't have the resources to bother even if he did. It was time to leave this unsightly rock & find somewhere else to wander for a bit. Maybe he would hook up with a tramp freighter crew. Or perhaps he would just catch a ride to the next lawless slum. In either case a ship had just landed, it seemed to be called the Midnight Shadow it looked like a good a ship to skip town on as any. Making his way to the hanger it was docked at, he waved discretely to draw the attention of the being that seemed to have been left to tend to it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 17:52:03 GMT -8
"I want you to take care of the ship. Get us fuel, run diagnostics, and make sure there's no damage from the field. When you're done meet us at the Red Shift. The rest of you are with me so get ready and meet me at the ramp, unless someone wants to stay here and help Trent."
Fortunately for a certain curious Shistavanen, there is enough activity going on around the Wayfarer when Neassa reaches the foot of the boarding ramp to wait for Draykon - who, it seems to her, appears to have found some sense of purpose that has been driving him inexorably here to Smuggler's Run; though he has, thus far, not shared with the crew what that mysterious purpose is - that the creature's furtive movements go unseen as Neassa's attention is drawn to other, more obvious, potential threats in the immediate vicinity.
Once Draykon, all his confident swagger and bravado - real or feigned is anyone's guess, Neassa cannot help but think to herself based on the fact she has, even in their brief acquaintance, seen other sides to their erstwhile captain thanks to some unfortunate circumstances than she surmises most ever get to see - on display, joins them, Neassa follows him, intently watchful and silent, as he leads the crew for The Red Shift. |
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Preacher
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Post by Preacher on Oct 16, 2017 19:18:14 GMT -8
By the First of Firsts -- this place was cold. From the gates of hell to the frozen Steppes, was there no happy medium in the 'verse? Silas pulled his coat's collar up as the oddly insistent wind within the Skip whipped around them. He followed Adrien at a pace, not too close, not too far off. A quick burst of speed and he'd be at the man's side in a heartbeat, but as it was, the whole affair looked casual. That said, he had popped the clasp on his sidearm, as he had come to expect the worst. Stepping off the ship brought a wave of nausea, and the Preacher cursed silently at the asteroid field, and his unfamiliarity at the whole endeavour. The scene, viewed through the view-screen, had been like a train-wreck. He couldn't look away, but could barely bring himself to watch. There was no doubt Trent had amused himself with Silas' fears, and it ate at him.
The task at-hand was vague, and maddeningly so. There was no good reason Draykon should leave them all so obtusely in the dark, when it could mean their hides, but it was how the man operated, and Silas would follow, prepared for anything. If their current surroundings -- the veritable graveyard of badly damaged and scavenged ships, refuse, and sentient detritus -- were any indication, this place could be a little rough. Keeping pace with Adrien, and keeping a sharp eye, Silas moved deeper into the rock known as the 'Smugglers Run.'
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 22:28:49 GMT -8
Having concluded their business with Adrien Draykon's associates on Smuggler's Run, which had consisted of pretending to be interested in employing the services of Draykon's smuggling operation while gathering as much intel on the operation's location on Smuggler's Run and the opposition likely to be encountered were one interested in, for example, burning that operation to the ground and killing everyone associated with it, the Weequay and Sullustan that had been sent by Srecko Knevic are making their way back to their ship at the very same time that Adrien is stepping out from his.
"Frak me, Kuruk, a thirty four year old Weequay that looks at least four times that age due to his wrinkled, leathery skin, exclaims, pausing midstride as Adrien, hair blowing in the breeze as though he is being filmed for a holovid about a scrappy smuggling captain, emerges from the Midnight Shadow. That's, that's . . ." he begins to say while raising a wrinkled hand to point at Adrien.
Smacking Kuruk's hand and then tugging his arm to get them moving again, Ngozi, a portly Sullustan that is not in the habit of allowing the unexpected to rob him, however temporarily, of his wits, hisses, "I can see, and then laughs as though having heard a great joke before telling his companion, Don't draw their attention. They never saw us on Kessel anyway, Ngozi points out, and then narrows his eyes as he spots a familiar lupine form skulking not far from where they making their way towards. Alright, so this changes things, obviously, Ngozi says, beginning to think of how Srecko would want them to proceed now that Adrien, the actual target of their employer's ire, has so conveniently presented himself. No need, Ngozi says as his chubby face brightens with a serenely beautiful smile as he thinks of how richly Srecko will reward him should they pull off what he has in mind, to draw him out now, is there? We just take him out, here and now."
"Just us? Kuruk asks, willing himself not to look back to get another view of Draykon and the intimidating company he is surrounded by. I don't know . . ."
Patting the Weequay on the back, Ngozi assures him, "Not just us. We're surrounded by scum willing to do just about anything to make credits, aren't we? We hire our own posse, let them do all the work. Nodding towards a Shistavanen doing his best to go unobserved, Ngozi says, We'll also need someone to keep an eye on our friends while we go hire some other friends to whack 'em, and I see just the cat I have in mind there."
"Looks more like a wolf, or a dog to me . . ."
Rubbing his forehead wearily, Ngozi says, "Cat is just a . . . never mind, he says with a shake of his head as it occurs to him that there are better ways to spend his time than trying to teach a literal minded Weequay slang, and then says, Stay here, I know him from a stint in the joint, we're old pals. He probably won't kill me on sight," Ngozi mutters to himself as, after checking to make sure that Draykon and his mates have left the area, he tries to remember whether or not he did anything to wind up on Forn's poodoo-list.
Right hand up and therefore away from the blaster he has holstered on his hip, his left hand clasping the hilt of the vibroblade sheathed at his back just in case, Ngozi grins as he calls out cheerfully to Rash Forn, "Raaaash! You ol' dog! I thought that was you! How are ya ol' buddy?"
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Rash Forn
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Post by Rash Forn on Oct 17, 2017 8:46:12 GMT -8
Rash took one more look through the Macros, contenting himself that the spacers were out of sight, before raising them up to rest on his forehead, his ears keeping the strap in place, and stepped through the breach in the hull of the ship, sliding down to ground level to respond to the inquiry from the Sullustan. 'Gozee? That you? Been a long time... He was cheery enough, but kept his distance, sniffing the air to try and get a whiff of the Sullustan's fear. No such luck. What you doing here? Crewing aboard one a' these tramps?
Rash was likewise trying to recall what Ngozi had done to end up in the Alliance Max Sec. Used to be, he knew the rap sheets of every screw in the joint... but that had been years ago, and another lifetime away. He recalled that Ngozi had been in B Block, while he had been in D -- they shared yard time together on days 2 and 4... but he honestly couldn't place the Sullustan's crimes. Not right this moment.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2017 19:56:42 GMT -8
Ngozi, judging from Rash's overall demeanor and the tenor of his voice when speaking that the odds are good that he won't be needing his vibroblade, scratches his back with the hand he had been grasping the hilt of the weapon with as, not so sure about those odds that he does not maintain the distance that the Shistavanen is also apparently quite content to maintain between them, he bobs his head and holds his arms out at his sides as he grins while confirming, "It's me alright. Looking around at their surroundings as though considering what twists and turns of circumstance had brought him here, the Sullustan, with an ex-con's aversion to answering direct questions with answers that are incriminating in any way, replies to the question as to why he's here on Smuggler's Run vaguely, Oh, you know, business. Shaking his head, he replies somewhat less evasively to the second question asked of him, No, not exactly."
Removing the sweat stained, well worn flight cap and goggles from atop his head after looking around shiftily to ascertain whether any of the passers by appear too interested in his reunion with the Shistavaned, Ngozi takes a few cautious steps closer to Rash, making sure to keep both hands on his cap to demonstrate he is not reaching for any weapons, Ngozi says in a hushed, conspiratorial tone, "I am here on a job though. Not elaborating on the nature of his job, he tilts his head to the side inquisitively, a rakish grin appearing on his chubby face as he follows up with a question, Don't suppose you might be interested in lending an old pal a paw, would ya? Rubbing a pudgy thumb and forefinger together, he adds a bit of incentive, It's a well paying job, if you know what I mean. Plenty creds to go around."
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Rash Forn
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Post by Rash Forn on Oct 18, 2017 16:29:42 GMT -8
Forn didn't have to think very long, or ask too many questions. He had come here for work. He had thought it might come from one of the crews here, but he wasn't too picky. Especially when there were 'plenty of credits' on offer. His ears perked up. What are old friends for, huh? Tell me about the job, 'Gozi...
**Send me the details in PM, so that prying eyes don't get the drop on us, using OOC info IC.**
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Isabelle Eoura
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Post by Isabelle Eoura on Oct 19, 2017 18:51:25 GMT -8
Midnight Shadow - 8 hours ago, Hyperspace
Interesting. The blond woman is gone and Adrien didn't know it. So is the doctor and the girl. We can search but we would were all over the ship and no one has seen them. But that leaves the question, what was the captain doing in the cargo hold before he came to see me if he wasn't with the blond woman like last time? I guess they weren't back there fooling around like I initially thought. What's he hiding? I mean he's being secretive about why we're going to Mustafar but this is something else, something less obvious.
Isabelle waited for Neassa to leave the cockpit and followed at a distance, but she had no interest in aiding in the futile search for the three missing women. After letting Neassa know that she would check the cargo hold Isabelle took off on her own in search for whatever it was that Draykon was hiding. The hangar bay was more or less empty with nothing really of note but she did find it interesting that while most of the room was well organized there was a odd placement of containers just sitting in the middle of the hold stacked in only what could be described as a complete mess as if they were moved in a rush. Isabelle stood puzzled for a moment studying the large bay and the mess of containers. She was missing something. She looked at the floor wondering if there was any indication of where the crates were dragged from and much to her amazement there was. She followed faint streaks left behind to the wall which she presumed was the other side of the medbay.
Why would anyone move all of this away from here like that?
Seeing a door down at the end of the wall she knew she know what was inside. Her fingertips lightly grazed the wall until she reached the door and opened it. Nothing but a cabin. It was disappointing but not completely unexpected, she knew it couldn't possibly be that easy. With a swoosh the door closed behind her and her search for answers in the hangar continued. There was only one conclusion that she could come to.
Okay there's something behind the wall, now how do I get back there? I'll have to find out later, right now I'm out of time.
She was cutting it close, the amount of time it would have taken to search the cargo hold for their missing girls was short so she had to make her way back to the cockpit to avoid suspicion. She would report that she found nothing, the truth, she found nothing. Yet.
Midnight Shadow - 4 hours ago, Mustafar
Back in the hold, everyone was out of the ship but Trent and she was supposed to be checking her bandages in the medbay. Trent was too busy in the cockpit to bother her so she had a few hours to crack this mystery. Her search led her in duct work, in secret cargo hatches in the floor, and even through some maintenance hatches that led all over the ship. Nothing led to whatever was behind the wall. She did find some interesting cargo along the way though, Adrien was sitting on some valuable merchandise. Was it forgotten cargo? Was it keepsakes? Bargaining chips? The mysteries began to pile up the more she explored the ship. If only she could just stare a hole in the wall, she'd spent enough time looking at it to do so.
Smugglers. If this were some rich guy I'd have already had what I was looking for and been on my way. But this. Whatever he has hidden in there must be worth a fortune to go to these lengths to hide it. There has to be a hidden panel or something somewhere.
Searching the wall for creases wasn't as easy as it usually is, Adrien certainly knew how to keep his cargo hidden but Isabelle just happened to be the greatest thief in the galaxy and it was no match for her. It took her a few minutes but she found what she was looking for, now to slice the access panel and finally see what the captain's been hiding. Lucky for her slicing was one of the many skills she had picked up along the way and in a few minutes she had access to the door. With a swoosh it opened and allowing Isabelle to step inside. But the room was empty, except for a large tank in the corner. She could feel the temperature dropping as she came closer.
"What the--"
Her words were barely a whisper, her breath visible in the cold. Whatever Adrien had in here was something organic, it had to be, why else would it be so cold in here? She could see the faint outline of a body in the window of the tank, the condensation had frozen into a thick frost leaving it difficult to see anything but vague shapes. Examining the tank she could see that whoever was inside was either dead or close to it. The tank wasn't reading any vital information. With a quick wipe of the glass she saw what was inside.
"Constanza."
That's what they called her. Why would Adrien keep a dead girl in here? The resources alone to keep her frozen must be--
A sly smile formed at the corners of her mouth, she knew what she had here, a bargaining chip of her own. This information had value that she recognized and would use if she needed it, but for now she would let the captain have his secret. After putting everything back in place and resealing the hold it was as though no one had been there and she returned to the medbay to clean up and fix check herself over. While no one was any wiser to the fact that she had been snooping around in places she shouldn't.
Arriving on the Smuggler's Run
Isabelle was the first one out of the cockpit when Adrien told them to get ready, she was didn't need to do anything of course, she had been ready since Naboo, so she waited until the cockpit cleared out before she returned to Trent.
"Don't speak."
She cut him off before he had a chance to say anything and wrapped her arms around him, it was the first time she had a moment alone with him where she wasn't on a time crunch and though it was uncharacteristic of her.
I thought you were dead, I thought I'd never see you again, I thought I'd lost you.
The thoughts she had never materialized into words but she knew that he knew what that hug was for. When she let go she backed away toward the door with a long lasting glance. When she was on Kessel she never thought she'd see a friendly face again, she thought she would die in there, down in that hole alone and afraid. She never showed this kind of vulnerability to anyone, least of all a man, but Trent was different. He saw her for who she was and it never deterred him. He was her friend, a real friend.
"I'll kill you if you tell anyone about that."
A small smile formed as she broke her gaze and returned to the ramp. She was the last one out of the ship. This wasn't the first time she had been on the Smuggler's Run, in fact if she recalled correctly she had seen Adrien in a standoff with a few other smugglers last time she was here, the Fel crew if she wasn't mistaken. She expected there were a lot more people out there that wanted the captain dead or in chains. She owed him a debt, he and his crew had freed her and then saved her life, she owed all of them and so she would be there to pay it. Then she saw their destination and had to ask the question everyone else was avoiding.
"So what exactly are we doing here?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 20:00:02 GMT -8
Forn didn't have to think very long, or ask too many questions. He had come here for work. He had thought it might come from one of the crews here, but he wasn't too picky. Especially when there were 'plenty of credits' on offer. His ears perked up. What are old friends for, huh? Tell me about the job, 'Gozi...
Motioning for Rash to follow him to another location, having apparently decided their current setting is not as conducive to conducting clandestine conversations, Ngozi says, "See, all I need you to do is . . ." and then proceeds to fill the Shistavanen in on the details of the job at hand. |
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Orrick Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Dec 11, 2017 15:56:31 GMT -8
The M22-T Krayt Gunship touched down in an open bay. As the hull pinged and groaned from the artificial gravity settled around the hull, Orrick strode down the landing ramp and made his way onto the central concourse. Armed and armored, the Mandalorian wandered through the crowd, taking in the heightened security around Skip One. It was a lot more lax last time he had been here. What had changed? he thought to himself. Regardless of the increase in security all over the Skip, he wasn't here to do anything illegal. Yet. He was merely meeting a contact and discussin a job in private. Hopefully he wouldn't have to wait, and hopefully his contact would have more of an idea on how to get the drop on his target. Making his way through the crowd, he had one destination in mind; The Red Shift.
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Henoc Awaud
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Dec 18, 2017 9:15:16 GMT -8
The Cin Tracinya, the Ye-4 Gunship, touched down in a large open landing bay. Henoc could hear his ship groan due to the artificial gravity settling around his ship. Henoc exited the cockpit and proceeded towards the landing ramp, as he walked he hoped that he would find any information regarding his clan. He walked down the ramp with his helmet between his left arm and his left side of his chest, once he was at the bottom of the ramp he grabbed his helmet with both hands and slipped it over his head, hiding his gruesome scars. He began making his way towards and onto the central concourse. As Henoc walked he noticed how things changed since his last visit, mind you he thought that was ten years ago. Henoc didn't expect security to have increased as much as it had. He continued to walk towards a cantina, a place he could find work and information.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Dec 18, 2017 9:15:22 GMT -8
Landing in the hangar bay of Skip One, Erpon powered down his ship, released the canopy and climbed out. He reached down and plucked his rifle up from beside the pilot seat, slung it over his shoulder, then jumped down. As he strode past the service droids, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cred chit. Tossing it to the droid, he merely uttered one word.
"Fuel".
Without breaking his stride, Erpon continued on his way, exiting the hangar section, emerging in the bustling concourse. Sentients milled about. Human, humanoid, alien and droid. Conducting their business as usual. Erpon ignored it all, making his way down the familiar paths to the infamous Red Shift, where his Mandalorian contact would be waiting...
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Trent Weston
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Post by Trent Weston on May 25, 2018 22:33:33 GMT -8
When they landed Adrien looked around the cockpit once more taking a head count for the last time before he turned to Trent. "I want you to take care of the ship. Get us fuel, run diagnostics, and make sure there's no damage from the field. When you're done meet us at the Red Shift." He turned to the remaining three, "The rest of you are with me so get ready and meet me at the ramp, unless someone wants to stay here and help Trent."Neassa, once Draykon has gone to his cabin, lingers long enough to tell Trent without any discernible notes of amusement or genuine concern in her what can be read into her tone after her buy'ce's speakers have finished with it, Don't rush things, seeing how our Captain's luck seems to trend based on our admittedly limited experience with him towards the not so great, it might be handy to have you here, ready to leave in a hurry. Trent's experience with Neassa will allow him to easily determine that she is not giving him an order so much as simply suggesting a course of action that, to her, seems sound, and once she has given her suggestion, she bids him farewell by tapping her T-visor and then the side of her red and black buy'ce to silently advise him to keep his eyes and ears open. Isabelle was the first one out of the cockpit when Adrien told them to get ready, she was didn't need to do anything of course, she had been ready since Naboo, so she waited until the cockpit cleared out before she returned to Trent."Don't speak."She cut him off before he had a chance to say anything and wrapped her arms around him, it was the first time she had a moment alone with him where she wasn't on a time crunch and though it was uncharacteristic of her.I thought you were dead, I thought I'd never see you again, I thought I'd lost you.The thoughts she had never materialized into words but she knew that he knew what that hug was for. When she let go she backed away toward the door with a long lasting glance. When she was on Kessel she never thought she'd see a friendly face again, she thought she would die in there, down in that hole alone and afraid. She never showed this kind of vulnerability to anyone, least of all a man, but Trent was different. He saw her for who she was and it never deterred him. He was her friend, a real friend."I'll kill you if you tell anyone about that."A small smile formed as she broke her gaze and returned to the ramp. In either case a ship had just landed, it seemed to be called the Midnight Shadow it looked like a good a ship to skip town on as any. Making his way to the hanger it was docked at, he waved discretely to draw the attention of the being that seemed to have been left to tend to it. |
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 5, 2018 16:12:33 GMT -8
==Doc Chop SL==
<<107 PP; S18 Sector, Skip One>>
Curjas still wasn't too sure where the droid had skipped off to, but it hardly mattered. What did matter was getting off this tiny rock before too many people started thinking through all the little details that he had invariably let slip from time to time. It was hard to remember to be careful of what he said around the cattle.
-Curjas
Yes, I was looking to purchase transport out of this system. Your ship happened to catch my eye as I passed. I can either pay in Mandalorian credits, Hutt script, First Order credits, Nova crystals, or with labor as medical staff.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Jul 14, 2018 20:24:52 GMT -8
Upon returning to his ship, the Barabel climbed into the cockpit and sealed the canopy. Powering up the ship, the Barbel called an old friend. Hopefully the Trandoshan wasn't in the middle of one of his prized hunts.
@klussk, it is Erpon. Are you busy? I have an interesting job available, with good pay.
As he spoke to the Trandoshan, he piloted the craft out of the hangar bay and into the asteroid field, navigating his way through.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2018 15:40:16 GMT -8
Somewhere in the galaxy, aboard the ScoreKeepers' Grace
Tarnac answered his comm.
Of Courssse, what'ss the Job?
Tarnac took his seat at his command chair and waited for Erpon to respond.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Aug 13, 2018 16:04:20 GMT -8
As the Trandoshan's reply came through, Erpon's nostrils flared in excitement. Clearing the asteroid field, he continued to speak.
We will be hunting a Sith, known only to me as the 'Butcher of Jabiim'. A contact of mine hired me and extended the offer of help to those that could be of use. As we both live for the hunt, I thought perhaps you would want to participate?
Prepping a data packet of the coordinates that Orrick had given him, he ensured the coordinates would be ready to send once Tarnac accepted the job. The Trandoshan was much like Erpon, at least in the aspect that he lived for the hunt. The more challenging the better. Money wasn't important. As long as there was a challenge and the thrill of the hunt could be experienced, Erpon was likely to hunt it. Minus the Jeedai, of course. His beliefs prevented him from hunting them. And Tarnac was a skilled hunter. A useful skill set to have readily available, given their target.
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