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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Jun 19, 2013 5:23:58 GMT -8
Kuat Drive Yards or KDY was the largest military shipbuilding corporation in the galaxy at the time of the Galactic Civil War, based on Kuat.
Kuat Drive Yards mainly sold its products to the Galactic Empire, and the Galactic Republic previously. Many Kuat products could be found in TIE Fighters, armored fighting vehicles such as AT-STs and AT-ATs, Star Destroyers, and other military vehicles. Kuat Drive Yards did not sell only to the Imperials, however; many planetary governments purchased its weapons for the purposes of defending their planet from the war. These circumstances helped to make Kuat Drive Yards one of the most famous corporations in the galaxy.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 23, 2013 5:57:32 GMT -8
Karlston Venk had worked for Kuat Drive Yards for a few years, rising through the ranks not as quickly as he'd like. He was sat at his modest desk browsing the incoming orders, part of his job was to inform his boss of any incoming visitors from customers with particularly large orders. He found just what he was looking for, an order that fit the bill. A planetary government had ordered a fleet of Ardent-class Fast Frigates and a compliment of D-5 Mantis patrol craft. The customer was not due for a site visit, instead this was for a side project that Venk had been working on.
A few months ago he was approached by a representative of Arkan Bloodrage. The pirate Captain was looking to expand his pirate fleet to further his own agenda but he needed help. He was not going to admit this openly so he bribed Venk and came up with a plan to suit them both. Venk would send a message to Arkan when an order of sufficient size was nearing completion and would assist the pirate infiltrators in hijacking the relevant capital ships. Arkan would make sure that Venk could personally thwart one of the hijackings and subsequently attain the promotion he had sought after, along with a lump sum transferred into his personal account.
The Ardent-class Fast Frigate was perfect, fast, deadly and modern. The size of the order fit directly between the parameters set by Arkan and the customer was not one that the pirates had crossed before. Venk made sure he arrived at his desk early so that no-one was around to witness his betrayal. He encrypted his computer terminal and tapped directly into the holonet, sending an untraceable message to Arkan's ship, the Cutlass. It detailed what docking bays the ship were in and when they would depart, along with skeleton crew manifests. Having done the deed he sat back in his chair, thinking about how he would spend his money. That was if Arkan let him live through the raid!
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Post by Kairos on Jun 23, 2013 6:42:55 GMT -8
The docking ring that encircled the planet Kuat was massive, a truly gargantuan effort of industrial brilliance. Its mighty docks, large enough to accommodate the most impressive of capital ships, were each a city unto themselves, stretching out to the furthest edges of the planets gravity well, stabbing out like a dull grey halo around the planet. Lights flashed here and there, arc welders doing their jobs or engines test firing, as the constant activity continued day and night, work crews operating in shifts so that no job ever stalled or sat idle. Weapons systems were fired up to be employed at a nearby range while tractor beams were likewise put through their paces hauling moderate-sized asteroids from the outer system, specifically kept nearby for just such a purpose. Ships either lumbered r darted, depending on their size, out of the docks to test out their engines by shuttling to the edges of the system and back. Others fired up hyperdrive engines for short, meticulously controlled, jumps to a neighbouring system so that they could test their motivators and stabalisers in relative safety.
Within the massive construct itself armies of administrators scurried around as they sought to keep on top of the streams of data, orders, requisitions, stock manifests and countless other details that facilitated the running of this commercial empire. Within the docks itself, sometimes defined as spires rising from the utilitarian engineering facilities themselves, control centers monitored everything from personnel issues to coolant shortages to irksome customers. The towering centers of business, controlling far more than just the running of the drive yards, were the hub of the pulsing heart beat of the Kuat system with the rich and powerful all holding offices there even though they never had the time or interest to grace such offices with their presences. Stock brokers, bankers, merchant princes, shipping tycoons... All had a stake in the place as they sought to secure contracts that could make or brake their careers.
Not far from where Karlston Venk sat at his desk, at least in terms of the shipyards massive size, the communications center buzzed with the influx of orders and the mass exodus of replies that kept the whole system charged with a constant buzz of comm traffic. It was truly the nerve center of the drive yards, not the brain as no actual decisions were made here, but without the information here there would be no data to make decisions on. The incoming orders would be processed, each checked to see if the credit accounts specified were in fact able to cover the orders, whether the maker of the order was blacklisted in the drive yards databanks, it did happen, or whether such an order was impossible to complete. The information was then either forwarded on or sent back, depending on the decision made. If forwarded on then all sorts of analysts were presented it to judge how long the order would take, what supplies were needed, how many crews would be involved... all sorts of things that the higher-ups who ran the place had no idea about. Such was it with all things.
One such order that came in caused the receiver to roll his eyes comically at the obvious antics at the other end of the comm...
*A long range transmission beams through hyperspace, to the Kuat Drive Yards Facility. There is the distinct sound of laughter in the background and the chatter of people having a good time, along with the occasional cough. Giggling slightly, the young man on the other end begins to speak.*
::Shhhh, shut the fuck up guys!...Ahem. I am calling on behalf of the Onyx Star security group. I need a rather large order filled...Cody, hand me that pad...Khmm, yes well, I need to order 15 LAAT's, 40 AT-TE's, 175 TX-130T fighter tank's, 400 Clone Personal Walker's, 30 AT-AA's, and 50 AT-ST/A Walkers. That concludes the ground vehicle portion of my order. Now for the ships. I need to order 6 Ardent frigates, 2 Acclamator I, and 6 Lancer Frigate's*bubbling noise during a short pause followed by a deep exhale.* And two Victory II's. I do know this is a large order and may take some time, so as a measure of good faith I will wire the first half of the money into your companies account *cough cough* and the other half upon completion. When the order is complete, please reach us on this frequency and we can set up a delivery location. Thank you and have a nice day.::
*Shortly after the order was left, the transmission stays open just long enough for them to take down the frequency before it closes and communications cease.*
While the order seemed to be a prank call at first the credit account and other information checked out, the order making its way up the chain rapidly. Strangely everything checked out and production of said items was put into effect immediately.
The running of the shipyard went on, the various orders progressing at an optimal speed, everything under control and shipshape, excuse the lameness of that pun. Bottom line is complacency was very possible in such a smooth-running atmosphere, savvy?
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Post by The Major on Jul 3, 2013 5:16:33 GMT -8
Having done the deed he sat back in his chair, thinking about how he would spend his money.
There was massive snore."Zzzzzzz......
ZZZZZzzzzzzz.......
ZZZ..........."!BRRRRRRRRIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG! "!SINGER IST EIN CROOK!"
"...... .... ............... .... .....?
Was. Wie. Entsetzen. . .
YAWN!"The Major rolls over in the bed, reaches for the nightstand, and smacks the ringing alarm clock quiet. She then realizes she has both fallen asleep with her suit on, and has managed to drool all over her face and pillow. Sudden disgust abounds. |
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Post by Gukky on Jul 5, 2013 7:41:16 GMT -8
"Pragtig"
Said Gustav to the wonderful universe below the viewport he stood at. Flo stood behind him, as she usually did, a little off to the side, where she could watch the doctor and the entrances. He drummed his fingers on the transparisteel surface. His other held a mug of tea, which when he sipped from it, fogged his glasses up. It took a moment for it to clear, but by that time, Florentjin had moved uncomfortably close. He felt her hands on his face and her face was really close too.
"Let me clean those for you."
Then the world became really blurry as she took his glasses off.
"Godverdomme vrou! Gee terug"
Gukky flailed around, spilling his tea on the viewport while she stepped out of the doctor's long reach. He was going to kill her, if he could find her...
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Jul 6, 2013 14:42:13 GMT -8
An automatic door laying to the right of the flailing doctor and his maid opens smoothly to reveal a casually standing figure bathed in an inky shadow. It steps into the threshold to show the world the gangling woman who appeared quite waylaid by a lack of sleep. Her trademark, slim fitted and pleasantly androgynous black suit appeared to be bunched and wrinkled in certain places, namely the arms, knees, and upon the back and front of the jacket itself. Likewise, the pink cotton button-down blouse had its neck and topmost buttons undone, along with the black silk tie being pulled down haphazardly. Her dead-looking blue eyes fall upon the frolicking figures, and narrow.
Yes, she felt like quite the lout, and strolling in a daze into the commissary with it being occupied at a time she expected it to be empty was unpleasant. Having it occupied by these two fools was as unpleasant as discovering a splinter on your writing hand. Fools. That was the life of a pirate; dealing with a bunch of fools on a daily basis. What was this confounded freak-show menagerie that Arkan had assembled together? This imbecilic tool was suppose to be their doctor? The only work she had witnessed from him was his adroit use of drugging almost any being he could get his clumsy hands on. Nor could this simpleton even properly defend himself once the bullets of his revolver were expended, which would explain why he constantly needed supervision in order to survive -much like the maiden that so constantly shadowed his every move. How this spastic man had managed not to be strangled to death by a roll of toilet paper was beyond the powerful understanding of the Fallanassi. With any luck, the pair wouldn't notice her -being too wrapped with their own moronic pursuits to burst beyond their bubble of self contained ego fueled selfishness.
With a sluggish eye roll, the Major turns slightly and marches, ridiculously long musket and bouncing black hair curl and all, towards a table populated with coffee maker machines, gazing at the labels of each machine before selecting Eriaduian Roast, a rather strong collection of beans both homegrown and imported, in which you could almost taste the acid rain that polluted the planet during its anthropocentric expansion. Ah, the smell of industrialization and nationalistic pride: it was always just a finger flick or two away from absolute tyranny. Once the contents of the machine poured out into a nondescript mug, the Fallanassi begins to tear open and pour six servings of raw sugar into the steaming brew before throughly stirring. Mind you, this entire process had to be done with her right hand, since the other was continuously dedicated to hefting the cherrywood finished and heavily modified rifle-musket.
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Post by Flo on Jul 7, 2013 23:50:06 GMT -8
Flo watched Gukky curse the carpet, some wall ornaments, his own reflection while she meticulously buffed his glasses, with careful arcs. There was nothing more annoying than having little specks of dirt in the corners. She put them on to catch a glimpse of the doctor's world. The readouts were blank, dependant of the Doctor's neutral network to power and operate them. But how he still managed to walk with all this information in his immediate line of sight was a puzzle for Florentijn. Practice? Well, the doctor was getting another type of practice as he gave up using his swear-word-sonar and tried to use squint vision to find her.
How he managed to confuse her average frame for the really tall and lanky figure who was ladling her way to diabetes was a mystery to her. But the doctor was triumphantly shouting something about the way of the hunter while he managed to rumple Riplian's suit even more, especially around the shoulders, where he grabbed her, punctuating each word with a vigorous shake.
Why hadn't she tried to stop him? Most pirates would have taken this as a mortal offense and would extract their punishment in every ounce of pure agony from the Doctor, which is what she was here to prevent from happening. Maybe she was feeling slightly vengeful at the doctor, or maybe it was too good an opportunity to have the doctor dig himself deeper into her grasp. Walking over to the errant doctor and his hapless victim far too slow for the occasion, she grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and tugged him off the Major, shoving his glasses back into his hands.
The look on Gustav-Kodaly Remiak's face was priceless once he was able to see who he had accosted. Where was a camera when she needed it? It looked like his facial center in his brain didn't know which way to pull, so they agreed to pull in opposite directions. Flo knew he was going to make a great first impression...
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Jul 8, 2013 19:31:20 GMT -8
Good, everything was proceeding according to plan and the idiots had the decency to remain on---
It was a wonderful thing that there was no one to see the expression on the Fallanassi's face as her shoulders were pulled hither and yon. Essentially, you wouldn't be able to tell if somebody was actually waving rancid fecal matter underneath her nose -that was how much sheer disgust was splayed upon her pale visage. Unpleasant wasn't even a quarter of a way to describe it. Even in this mistake cruelty played its part. The shaking wasn't by any means closer to knocking her off her feet than throwing a pillow at her standing form, but the macabre scientist was nothing but an opportunist. Contact with others was a putrid concept. The last time someone had touched the Major, actually laid a mark on a non-illusion was during that bar fight two years ago when a vagabond bad mouthed Dragus while in her presence. Being quite in a state of reveille over the subject of her Führer, she naturally stepped up to defend his honor and brandished the same antique she carried now against the haughty upstart. CQC was a weakness at the time, and it resulted with the woman being tossed into the heavy counter -thus breaking her right arm at the elbow, snapping it like a twig. What made this all so memorable was the fact that Dragus did absolutely nothing to recompense his private confidant. Instead she received admonishment and laughter for her trouble, which caused her to run from the bar and into a dingy alley where she tended to her misery and to her arm. Things were never the same after that, were they? She had been betrayed by Subject 102, the first source of infatuation. Two years of concern and love laced enhancements for the Sith Clone; two years of serving as the Lord of Famine's executive officer, leading his troops into hopeless battle after battle, in feints, in proxy wars, as the rear guard when everything fell apart or the very tip of the spear, and in all things fraught with danger -all for his glory, all to keep herself as useful and close to him. Vanity among vanities: she was nothing more than a shiny and expensive felt tip pen that everyone thought was ugly. It was never the same again. The Major drifted off away from the Eye and began to oppose and hinder their progress in secret. They are nearly meaningless now in the galactic scene, and aren't even a hidden blade waiting to lash out.
So, yes, contact with others was always a distinct no-no for the lanky and ridiculously awkward woman. And here was this man jabbering in some guttural knife stabbing of a language that made her adopted Fatherland's tongue seem like wispy fairy magic. The whole gag was bringing all sorts of nasty memories. Feigning clumsiness, the Major tosses the contents of her mug unto the chest of the "doctor" while being wheeled about. It wasn't particularly scolding, but it would leave a wicked stain unless dealt with immediately. The Fallanassi's lips curl as she glares into his stupid eyes with daggers while a sardonic smirk begins to blare like a light source.
"Wie schön. Diene Sorgen möchte ich haben."With a shrug.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jul 10, 2013 3:21:59 GMT -8
A small freighter exited hyperspace in the usual place, filing in with the rest of the considerable orbital traffic. On board were some of Arkan's most dangerous operatives, a team of Executioners that had been dispatched for this mission. They were wearing formal business attire and only carried concealed weapons for this task, much to their own disapproval. Most Executioners love to be well armed and situated in their armour but they knew this mission required more than that.
The ship filed in with the rest of the traffic, submitting it's approval to land on the shipyards in the customer parking hanger. Under their guise as representatives of a wealth conglomerate that was looking to bolster its security, they were approved and the freighter quickly landed in the public hanger. The team then proceeded down the boarding ramp, in a neat line, and were approached by a sales representative. The mild mannered salesman started his pitch to them before he was interrupted. Karlston Venk knew about the team that Arkan would send and had monitored their approach, he was walking towards them now.
"It's ok Froom, I've been expecting this particular group for a while."
The salesman looked quite dejected, he had targets to meet and didn't like it when a corperate type such as Venk stole his chance to land a big sale. He slunk off to the back of the hanger quite quickly, scanning the traffic lanes for any luxury yachts. Venk gestured for the group to follow him and he walked back the way he came.
"I have been expecting you gentlemen, if you would follow me I am sure we can find what you're looking for."
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Post by Gukky on Jul 10, 2013 21:10:34 GMT -8
Gukky flailed backwards under the torrent of steamy coffee. Luckily Flo was there to catch him before he hit the deck, but this did little for whatever remaining dignity he had left. Dangling half-suspended and caffeine-soaked, he wasn't entire clear at this point whether the warmth he felt was from the coffee or shame. It had always been his goal to get into his grave without mortally embarrassing himself, but it would look like that item would join the list of unfulfilled dreams. With an effort he pulled himself to his feet to look up to the freakishly tall Major, cradling his wounded dignity and returned her shrug with a sneer of his own.
Flikkertijie...
He tried to straighten his tie and coat that was now on par with Major's disheveled look. But unlike her, he wasn't going to go around like like he just came out of the washing machine. He made his disapproval of her, her dubious sexuality, poor dress habits and lack of personal hygiene abundantly clear before sweeping out of the room and making his way to the nearest bathroom, leaving a smirking Flo behind him.
He had treated the stain with a wet field dressing, minimising the stain. His glasses were neatly folded next to the basin while he had washed his face in the basin. His sightless eyes stared into his reflection. He'd need to leave his jubilant smile at the door, lest it give away his elation. That had worked better than anticipated. Now knew what he was looking at when he saw the Major. Human, definitely. It would be dangerously stupid to underestimate her, but he wasn't going to waste his energy in overestimating her either. The doctor replaced his spectacles, frowned to himself, didn't quite succeed, tried and manage to achieve his previous look of mortally offended before returning to sulk in the lounge, waiting for Arkan's call. He could tick that item off his to-do list, which was sandwiched between "feed the Vonoskr" and "renew prescriptions".
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jul 11, 2013 3:00:03 GMT -8
Arkan was aboard the Star Shag, a Saboath Destroyer that was sitting some lightyears away in ambush position. This was Captain Salyer's ship and as part of his deal with Arkan, he was staying in full command of his ship. Things had been complicated during the conflict with his brother, deals were done and backs were stabbed. However, Salyer was much too savvy for that, Arkan must abide by his end of the bargain.
He stood and walked forward, onto the holo-pad of the communications suite. He was alone, just as he liked it, as he punched up the commands he needed. Soon after a life size, blue and slightly grainy hologram of the Captain appeared before Gukky, Major and Flo.
Doctor's, I am sending you the co-ordinates of your assigned targets. Major, you will be taking yours alone whereas Gustav and Flo will take their's together. The targets are Ardent-class fast Frigates sitting in the ready bays of the Kuat Drive Yards. In the hanger they should both have a single D-5 Mantis patrol craft. Your mission is to be on the ship when it departs at zero eight hundred hours, local time, tomorrow. You must change the hyperdrive co-ordinates to the ones I am transmitting and prevent anyone escaping on the Mantis patrol craft. I have an advanced team that will be securing eight other frigates in a similar way. I will be aboard the Star Shag at the rendezvous point. Failure is not and option!
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Post by Gukky on Jul 12, 2013 8:46:20 GMT -8
The transmission startled Gukky. He'd need to remember to turn off his auto-answer on his commlink when in public. Especially when it was telling him to engage in slightly less-than-ethical practices. But luckily there was no-one with him in the lounge. Quickly scrawling the relavent points onto his notepad as Arkan spoke, it seemed simple enough job for Florentijn to do. Gukky acknowledged his orders and closed the line. Where exactly was the ready bays? It was dawning on Gustav that the KDY was more a planet in its own right than simply a floating mall. Getting around was a feat and it wasn't like he could exactly ask, "pardon me, which way to the hijacking party? Yes, I'm invited." Gukky jogged through his splintered mind for the Basic phrases to get around.
"Where is morgue?"
"How do I hotel?"
"Ice cream?"
He tried his phrases on several passerbys, but before anyone could alert security that a clearly clueless man was asking how to get around, a tour droid managed to decipher what he wanted and unquestioningly took him to his destination. He assumed his doctor's stride, while looking suitably preoccupied with his notebook to slip onto the ship. No-one wanted to stop a busy-looking doctor. Okay, that was easy enough. Now, to change the co-ordinates. Where was Flo when he needed her?
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Post by The Major on Jul 13, 2013 16:00:35 GMT -8
Perfect question. Where indeed was Flo? Currently getting the most compassionate look from the strange woman who referred to herself only by the insignia that was woven into the collar of her BDU. You guessed it. The young woman's glasses began to glow a bright blue as she regarded this "Butler."
In reality, those data glasses were capturing a real time image of "Flo's" innards. Remmarkable. What a life like model, and what's this? Modifications that were set to make improvements on a base subject. How odd, if the Scientist didn't know any better, these markers were made to cover some of the weaknesses of one of Major's older projects. Impossible! No. Not impossible. Someone in her group had leaked or shared information. Can you imagine how this turned the vast cogs of the Fallanassi's immense mind? Suddenly, this Gustav character had gone from little more than a pile of glorified refuse shoveled six feet high, to incredibly interesting.
"How glorious," she thought. "It's an act. His foolishness is a shield. Behind that guise of weakness lays something far more sinister. WUNDERBAR! Perhaps he, however unlikely, is an equal in this moribund race called Progress. And even if he isn't, he's the perfect candidate for a little social test. Come now, Huntress, let's load punishment of a different sort."
"Of course, zyou're not shtanding in his shadow because zyou vwant to; zyou're shtanding vith zthat vwaste because zyou vwere created to. Do not misundershtandt: it simply ist an observation, not ein insult."
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Post by Flo on Jul 13, 2013 22:44:47 GMT -8
The Major was not the only one doing observations. This was an art gallery, with the amateurs of science scattered around a still-life, dutifully replicating what they saw. But who was looking at what? Riplian was looking at Florentjin to interpret Gustav, just as she had watched Gukky to get a handle on the Major. That was the multi-layered game that this was. Flo smirk was reserved for those two glowing blue glasses, greedily looking into her. The perverted peeker was seeing exactly what she was being shown."Of course, zyou're not shtanding in his shadow because zyou vwant to; zyou're shtanding vith zthat vwaste because zyou vwere created to. Do not misundershtandt: it simply ist an observation, not ein insult."
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Post by The Major on Jul 14, 2013 15:22:20 GMT -8
How sad that the Major did not have the proper tools on her person to properly inspect the smiling maid standing before her glowing spectacles. The Huntress would have loved to recount this shameful feeling to Iris, but she then recalled that friend was also reduced to a state of improvised equipment. Certainly, this had to be part of the allure of a pirate's life: always leaning on the edge of intuition and improvisation, even when walking on the deck's ruined edge.
Clever little whelp: this "Florentjin," was a loyal beast if there ever was one. No taking bait, no more words offered that would betray her aim. Hmmm. That smile looked so very special —reminding the Major of the controlled chaos of Subject 67. It was almost ironic. Could it be this was her game? The Fallanassi wouldn't put it past the everlasting mouthpiece to present this situation as a challenge and test of their relationship. If it was, so be it. However, that is too simplistic to ring correctly with the facts presented to her ocean blue eyes. This doctor couldn't have created this imitation on his own. Florentjin was too remarkable, too expensive, to be cooked up in some knave's basement. Could the bounty listing provide more clues? Luckily for Gukky, Major had no interest in bounty hunting, nor was even close to hurting for credits or even thousands upon thousands of unseen hands frowning and growing —spreading the idea cancer hither among the systems. Perhaps the doctor was a rogue agent of sorts, fleeing with technology he helped co-create? There were many possibilities, but only one that was exciting....
....someone had decided to declare an opening shot against the young woman who had forsaken her name. And to make everything all the more sensually pleasing, more delicious, this person liked a slow and subtle knife.
Thoughts be still. Too much hope always led to disappointment.
"Eh! Quiet like ein goodt hund. fVery vwell, save me ein few minutes. Vot ist deer language zyour master speaks? It ist very distinct, unt unattractive —vwhich ist quite sadt: odervwise his data glasses embellish his face quite handsomely."
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Post by Reign on Jul 15, 2013 16:48:56 GMT -8
*The Golden Ratio, a Sentinel-class shuttle that bore no official external markings, glided into hanger seven-seven-two as directed by KDY traffic control and touched down lightly within. Within moments it was powering down, and then - with a small hiss of equalising air pressure and the subtle whine of hydraulics - the boarding ramp came down. Down the ramp came a human male in a smart-looking suit, accompanied by a 3D-4 administrative droid carrying a slim suitcase. They head immediately for the customer enquiries office adjacent to the hanger. As they walk away, the Golden Ratio's boarding ramp rises and magnetically seals, and a small red light ignites on the hull next to it, to indicate security protocols had been activated. Once Garvin and his droid reach the office in question, he moves forward to the reception desk and engages the attendant with a warm smile.*
=Captain Garvin=
"Hello there, and a pleasure to meet you. I am Captain Garvin, from the Lahara Sector, representing certain government interests in that area. Due to increasing instability within the eastern outer rim, my government seeks to bolster its defence arrangements. Your corporation's W-165 planetary turbolaser comes highly recommended. So... let's talk business shall we?"
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Post by Flo on Jul 15, 2013 17:13:22 GMT -8
"Fuchntijnese. A mountain dialect from Talus."
Even though she spoke with a sterilised Basic accent, she bit into those syllables like the doctor did. It was obscure enough language to explain why it was unheard of and indecipherable to the universe at large. It wasn't an answer, of course, but another barricade of questions. At this point in the conversation, it would have been her turn to ask about the Major's own peculiar dialect, but that particular nugget of information was already theirs. The Major was a master of becoming undetectable, an enviable ability, but she simply had too many eyes on her. It was a common for a person's greatest strength to become their weakness. The simple fact was that you never know who's watching you - even when you were invisible. Contrast for a moment the bumbling doctor - who paid him a second though, if even a first? He was not a visual blind-spot, but a mental one. And this enabled him to be invisible in plain sight.
Flo's condescending grin posed the question: how much did they actually know?
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Post by The Major on Jul 16, 2013 10:46:59 GMT -8
Naturally, the few words Florentjin had spoken were recorded and tossed into both private and public extranet search engines, piggy backed into the Mysterious Man's secretive data processing cell, bounced back as a Republic inquiry so as to seem as if the information was the work of curious senator, then triple checked with Nem Yin's spy network, the O.E's remaining communications unit, and the Imperial's information control divisions. So many dead ends, but a few promising leads automatically typed themselves out upon the Fallanassi's field of view, syncing seemlessly as bookmarked pages into the data pad comfortably placed inside her left breast pocket, which then hummed with updated data on the ship she was about to steal for Arkan. Even before the good doctor had made his best impression of a worthwhile man's gait into his shuttle, her malicious software was already finding and establishing backdoors into her objective. Already, a lie and cover was being formulated: the target ship's auxiliary lighting system was surging and dying haphazardly, causing them to request a check up crew from the massive station. Guess which repair crew was conveniently set to ride a shuttle to the target?
The Major wouldn't need volunteers to pose as repair crew either. She would make them!
As was probably obvious from her thought process, she had already grown bored of the smiling maid standing before her: it was simply wasting time and trying to disturb an otherwise peaceful mind. While this mysterious group could prove to be an ultimate threat, it was irrelevant to harp upon them. Either they eventually make a move, or do not. Perhaps there was another goal behind the murky clouds. Time, and Gukky himself, would tell. She felt she could squeeze any mystery out of him of she gripped tightly enough.
And with that lovely thought, the Major returns Florentjin's grin and marches past her into the doorway she had originated from.
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Post by Gukky on Jul 18, 2013 9:12:18 GMT -8
The doctor ran into a small problem with his plan. There was already a doctor aboard the frigate. Gukky had smiled sheepishly at the confusion, making a show of checking his datapad and inviting his legitimate opposite to see how easily a mistake like that could happen. Getting electrocuted was also another one of those careless mistakes that could happen to anyone. The infirmary had its first patient.Unfortunately, there wasn't a bed for non-paying customers and awkward questions. Only bodybags and long-term storage.
Now sporting a new name tag "First Doctor Henry Finnis", Gustav felt a certain respectability restored to him that he had been missing ever since he started his tenure with the Bloodrage Pirates. He looked at his watch, which he was starting to develop a dependency on. It was maddening how time crawled when waiting. He couldn't wait to be done. He wanted his life back. The door recessed as his assistant arrived. Flo was sporting a hideous pink naval nurse's outfit and a name tag that read "Petty Office Sophie Mer". She gently set the briefcase on a nearby patient bed.
Gukky examined the briefcase, its perfectly featureless matt finish and intricate stitching.
"Eenige probleme?"
"None."
The briefcase was the problem solver, which thankfully, the Major hadn't been. As much as Gukky had faith in his abilities, he couldn't predict the Major's movement or reactions. The timing was critical - which was why he announced himself to her during a high-stakes solo mission, reducing the chance of an outright conflict.
The beautiful case. Gukky wrapped his hand around the handle and felt its heartbeat.
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Post by The Major on Jul 22, 2013 11:40:57 GMT -8
Entering a shuttle single handedly that would ferry one across the lifeless expanse and into a soon to be commandeered frigate was, simply put, foolish. Security recordings examined post theft would provide a clear picture of the perp —in this case, the so called Doctor. Yet, perhaps this method was not something to be mocked, but lauded. Perhaps being an insect served somebody so petty well. Then again he did have quite the hefty bounty placed upon his pretty head —so maybe he was completely asinine. No matter, the Bloodrage Pirates were helping with that snippet of information. Helping here was used loosely since it was more like black mail. Pish posh! Everybody wanted something, even the odd tongued doctor.
Serving as his total contrast, a group of five rather robust and hefty men walked casually, like workers would, into the sister shuttle that would whisk them away to objective B. They we're heavily armed, and by armed, this narrative meant that they had plenty of burly tools like hydro spammers and power drills and coils of replacement wire. Not to mention orange helmets. All would be lost if they didn't wear safety helmets, or electric proof gloves. As the shuttle reaches the halfway marker between dock and ship, the power of the frigate cuts, casting it into a cold darkness that seemed to compete with space. The shuttle docks with the frigate. Most of the protection collects about the doors which were set to open with flashlights crossing beams to light the way.
The beams connect and meet, as if drawn to a creeping point in the center of opening. Yellow fabric. Yellow fabric?
Men aim down a bit, then see the rest of a yellow parasol. Then they realize that there is a long and skinny wooden tube, sort of looking like a antique rifle, poking out from underneath the veil of yellow sunshine.
"Please run about; it makes it interesting."
Click! Cock! PSSSSTT! Cloud pop by the flint striking, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnd?
!KKKRRRAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOWWWOOOMMMM!
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