Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 28, 2014 15:13:51 GMT -8
"We'll worry about that when the time comes." *Gavin smirked as the alarm went off that they were approaching Alzoc III. Gavin made his way to the cockpit and took a seat, bringing the ship out of hyperspace.*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2014 23:32:19 GMT -8
Region: Outer Rim Territories (West)
Sector: Karthakk Sector
System: Karthakk System
Planet: Maramere
City: Point Modie Night time had long ago fallen across the city of Point Modie as the Imperial Dropship Transport cruised silently through the night sky, just above the rooftops of the taller buildings in the center of the city. The Dropship had entered radio and sensor silence several hours earlier to ensure they would not be detected on their approach to Viscera Tower, which for the lower half consisted of residential housing, while the upper half consisted of a myriad of businesses. The most important of these businesses, was the Prozen Mining Corporation, which had a multitude of mining operations around the Galaxy, one of which had included mining operations on the planet, Aeten II, a planet famous for Stygium Crystals.
These days however, with the increasing rarity of Stygium Crystals, Prozen Mining had ceased their sales of the rare crystals when they had dropped down to their final eight crystals, which Chairman Gunther Prozen kept locked in his personal vault to show off to wealthy patrons as a status symbol. It was something of a cruel jape of Prozen's to show them off, only to declare vehemently that they were not for sale, no matter what price had been offered to him. In fact, several members of Prozen Mining's board of directors had called the man crazy for refusing some of the offers that had been made, several of which had included exclusive mining rights to planets with untapped hordes of rare resources.
Tonight, however, Meta Team was embarking on a mission to end this madness, and put the crystals to a far better use than what Prozen could ever use them for. The Imperial Dropship soon begun its vertical ascent as it closed in on Viscera Tower, meanwhilst the side doors retracted up into the roof of the Troop Bar, giving the members of Meta Team a blast of the cool night air. Ethan and Lexus were positioned on the left side with their ARD's Light and Aqua, whilst Drew and Rylan were on the right side with their ARD's Shadow and Blaze. Ethan and Lexus both had their WESTAR-M5's drawn, whilst Drew had his DXR-6 Disruptor Rifle drawn and Rylan had his Underslung rotary blaster carbine ready.
The Imperial Dropship soon came to a stop above one of the landing pads on the Tower's rooftop, before Light, Shadow, Blaze, and Aqua jumped out the sides of the Dropship, activating their thrusters to slow their descent towards the landing pad. The ARD's soon sent up an all clear to their human counterparts, before Ethan, Drew, Rylan, and Lexus knocked a rope each out of the Dropship, before they proceeded to rappel down to the landing pad themselves. As they touched down, they each unclipped themselves and took up positions next to their ARD's, before the Dropship retracted the ropes and did a sharp dive over the edge of the Tower's roof, so as to take cover amongst some nearby buildings.
Everything was going according to plan so far, Now that they had been inserted onto the Tower's rooftop, they just needed to make their way into the Prozen Mining Corporation Offices, Get into the Secured Vault, Grab the Stygium Crystals, and Get back up to the roof to meet the Imperial Dropship and get away without anyone noticing. It was a straight forward enough plan, with very few things that could possibly go wrong, and if certain situations did arise, they had made sure they had back up plans to overcome complications if they arose. Meta Team then regrouped at the base of the stairs leading down from the landing pad to the roof top itselfAlright, The stairwell is just over there. Remember the plan, Rylan and Blaze, you two will be in charge of attending to any security systems. Lex and Aqua, you two are in charge of sensor jamming and 'hiding' us. Drew and Shadow have our backs. Me and Light will take point.The ARD's all let out an affirmative growl before the group formed up behind Ethan and Light as they headed across the roof top to where the elevators and emergency stairwells were. Meta Team then went single file as they entered the stairwell and started their descent down a couple levels to where the Prozen Mining Corporation offices were located. Ethan stuck to the side of the door, whilst Light stood in front of it, using it's built in scanner systems to see what was on the otherside of the door, before giving a bark that it was all clear. Ethan nodded up to the others, before he slowly opened the door enough for him to take a look through into the large glass walled reception area, taking note of where the camera's were.
Ethan then pulled back into the stair well and moved down the off the landing, and motioned for Rylan and Lexus to get to work, using a series of hand movements to signal there was at least four camera's. Rylan and Blaze nodded, before Lexus slung her rifle over her back and climbed up onto Aqua's back, as Rylan and Blaze moved down onto the landing and waited for the signal. Lexus begun by immersing herself and Aqua into the White Current, the way she had been taught and practiced time and time again, before also immersing Rylan and Blaze, at which point she gave them a thumbs up. The pair made their way into the reception area, and over to the desk, completely undetected by the security camera's thanks to Lexus' Immersion.
Blaze's chest plates then opened up to reveal the ARD's holographic Advanced Slicer System, whilst Rylan connected one of the cables into the reception terminal, before he started entering a series of commands that started running a number of different programs that had been programmed into Blaze. It took them a few minutes to get in, but once they were, the system was almost easy pickings for a duo like Rylan and Blaze, whom figured that cyber security spending had not been high on the list of financial priorities. After another few minutes, they had managed to switch all the camera's over to repeat a set sequence of footage, whilst also disabling the motion sensorsWe're clear.Lexus then surfaced them from the White Current, before getting down off Aqua's back as Ethan and Light moved up and through the doorway first to find Rylan and Blaze behind the reception desk. Lexus, Aqua, Drew, and Shadow soon filed into the room behind Ethan and Light, all of them tensing for a moment to see if any alarms would start going off. Rylan nodded, before smiling at his Team Members as they all relaxed a little, before Ethan got them moving again, making their way through to Chairman Prozen's office which was located at the far back of the office level. Once they were all in the office, Rylan and Blaze moved over to where the vault door was, whilst Ethan and Drew attended to closing the curtains so that no stray eyes might accidentally spot them.
Rylan gave the vault door a look over, whilst Blaze did it's best to simultaneously get a scan of the door's interior and search it's memory banks for any sort of similar vault door. It was a couple seconds before Blaze turned to Rylan and growled, confirming the man's least prefered situation, apparently this was where their security spending had all gone. Not only was the Vault on a seperate system, but the door itself was analog, with an array of security meaures that would leave them with having to work out the combination by 'ear'Dammit! These bastards didn't make it easy...What do you mean? Don't tell me there is a problem...This whole thing is a problem. I mean, I expected they would have had it on a seperate system, but the door is analog, meaning I can't just have Blaze hack it...Don't you have other tools for this? like a drill or something?I'm afraid it wouldn't do much good. If I start drilling a hole, I risk hitting the security plate, which will activate a number of bolt's which will lock the door down tighter than a super max prison...You can crack it though right?Sure, but it's gunna take a bit of time. Without being able to see the tumblers, i'm going to need to do it by sound...Well, if anyone can do it, it's you. You better get started...Rylan nodded, before Blaze's chest opened again and the computer started up again as Rylan placed a series of listening devices onto the vault door. He then started the program up before he slowly turned the dial around on the vault door, using the information stored in Blaze's memory banks regarding the Vault to work out how long the combination would be and thus how many turns he would need to make at each step. It was a slow process as Rylan worked through a number of different attempts, the computer screen showing which numbers he had managed to get correct as he went through.
It took him close to half an hour before he finally managed to get the correct combination, at which point he head a clink sound as the pin fell into place, allowing him to spin the handle and pull the vault door open. Blaze removed all the cables, before moving out of the way as Rylan pulled the door open, revealing the inside to the rest of the team, all of whom looked to the back wall where the 8 crystals sat on display stands. Ethan already had a sense that this was a little too easy, Prozen didn't seem like the kind of man to leave things so easily accessible, especially his most prized possessions above all othersSo, what's the verdict?Well, the stones all seem to be resting on pressure plates, so if they are removed, it will activate a series of alarms and probably lock the vault down.Reckon we could snag two each and race out of there?Maybe. The ARD's would be able to hold the door...Do we have any other options?Well, the deactivation requires Prozen to be here, and it's not like we exactly have the tools to cut our way out, or even take the whole vault with us. And I don't want to risk accidentally setting the system into lock down by trying to slice it...So, all or nothing eh?Seems like it. I hope you're all up for a bit of a dash to the finish line.Great...Light, Shadow, Blaze, and Aqua braced themselves against the vault door, whilst Ethan, Drew, Rylan, and Lexus tentatively made their way into the vault, keeping an eye out for any sign of tripping an unseen alarm. They all holstered their guns as they spread out to be between two crystals each, as they each took a moment to steady their concentration, all of them quite nervous about what was going to happen once they grabbed the crystals off their stands. They all reached out both their hands to within a few inches of the crystals, trying to make sure they weren't shaking too much as the pressure started to mountNOW!They each grabbed two crystals each, before darting back to turn around and start racing across the vault to the door. The moment they had touched the crystals the security system had started to kick in, setting off alarm bells, whilst trying to force the Vault door to close over. The ARD's were holding up well against the door as it tried to gain ground and close over, as Ethan, Drew, Rylan, and Lexus dashed across the Vault and almost all jumped out of the way of the door at once. Light, Shadow, Blaze, and Aqua quickly followed suit, allowing the vault door to close over and seal itself as the office secutiy systems started to kick in, sealing off the reception area from the rest of the office level, meaning that they couldn't get back to the stair wayTime for plan B!They all pocketed their crystals, before Ethan grabbed a Thermal Detonator out, setting the timer to 6 seconds before tossing it at the base of the window as they all quickly took cover at the other side of the office. As the detonator went off, thus making a hole in the window large enough for them to escape, Ethan sent out the agreed upon signal to the Imperial Dropship as the ARD's grabbed ahold of their masters, before running across the office and activating their boosters. Police hover cars were already starting to gather as Meta Team flew out of the window, moments before the Dropship flew up from between a couple nearby builds, it's troop bay doors open, allowing the ARD's to land inside.
The Imperial Dropship was already starting to make it's get away as the troop bay door started to close over, meanwhile Lexus was already working on immersing the dropship into the White Current, whilst Aqua activated it's sensor jamming package. Although it had not gone exactly as planned, Meta Team had managed to achieve their objective of acquiring the Stygium Crystals, which they would now be able to use in their cloaking devices. The Imperial Dropship made it's way up through the planet's orbit and managed to land in a civilian transport which was making it's way out of the system a few moments later, taking with it a couple extra passengers |
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jul 13, 2014 14:47:52 GMT -8
Anoat Sector, Mataou system, Mataou
Several light-freighters from the grey court exited hyperspace near the bustling trade world, and moved into the planets atmosphere, they land in a defensive formation in a remote area of the planet. Several beings, all reptilian or insectoid, depart the vessels and begin moving towards a small cavern that had registered on sensors as containing several of the desired life forms, Ro Hypa. The creatures attacked the explorers but the thick skin or carapace of each prevented serious injury, as planned. The Ro Hypa were quickly sedated and packed into individual crates. When the last crate was full, the crews loaded the dangerous cargo into their ships before lifting off again just over an hour later. In orbit once more, the craft were confronted by a local space authority patrol, due to their failure to observe local customs laws. The patrol was sent packing when the freighters powered up their numerous "defensive" systems and responded to the patrols demands with a challenge. The group, known as the Count's Corsairs, fled to hyperspace before a serious response could be mustered. Local authorities considered themselves lucky no one was killed in the incident.
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Post by Lord Sarthon on Jul 27, 2014 14:19:29 GMT -8
They settled in to the 2 hour flight from the outer rim to the mid rim. Lord Sarthon decided to enter into a Meditative rest to recover his strength and to further his healing. Kyja's gash was pretty deep, and would leave a scar. His fur was matted with dried blood and the wound was still bleeding. Kyja applied basic healing techniques to heal his wound the best he could. He would need a bacta treatment once they landed on Haruun Kal. Kyja and Kavika looked at each other and were happy. Kavika said to Kyja,
=Kavika=
We should go first to your council and present ourselves. Then to Uvena Prime and enter the ceremony to unite us.
=Kyja=
I agree. I thought I would never see you again.
=Kavika=
I know. I was reported dead in the remnant attack. But that was a lie. I hid m'self. The last thing I wanted to do was reveal myself and get captured or worse. So after they left I came out of hiding. They covered your scent very well. I had a difficult time tracking you.
=Kyja=
You were tracking me?
=Kavika=
Yes. I was. Even though my skills were developed, I had difficulty. One day, I had been sleeping and received a vision. Master Mon revealed to me my Jedi heritage and encouraged me to find a Jedi enclave and learn the ways of the Jedi. So I ended up on Ossus and trained under Master Solusar. It was not long before I realized I could use the Force while tracking a scent, and my goal became much easier.
=Kyja=
How did you achieve this?
=Kavika=
I will show you in a moment. There is more to tell. It was not until the Second Galactic Civil War that I became a full Jedi. After the war, I continued my search for you. You were very difficult to track. I was so close to catching up with you several years ago when your Master slew your parents, but then you disappeared on me again. I was supposed to have a Padawan, but I did not think I was ready to have one yet, and thought my skills were best served as a Knight. It was not until After your fall that Sarthon's spirit captured me. He did not know of our connection, and thought I would be an easy Jedi to kill. He underestimated me. However, he captured me by luring me into a trap from which I could not escape. HE brought me down to Korriban's buried temple and there I waited. Then I saw you, and when he announced what was going to happen, I knew I had to do something to cause you to stop and think about what you were doing. And you did. You proved yourself my alpha mate.
Kavika stopped for the moment and they had about an hour to go before they were on Haruun Kal. So she led him by the hand towards the back of the Katana Class Scout. Then they sat on the floor facing each other. Then she said,
=Kavika=
Let us speak through the Force. Join with me.
Kyja did so.
=Kavika=
::Listen to my voice. Imagine the waters of Uvena Prime. Imagine the waters of the Room of One Thousand Fountains in the Temple on Haruun Kal. Imagine your desire to protect me. Listen to what the Force is telling you of heightening your tracking capabilities and your scent.::
Kyja stilled his mind and listened to her voice. He then listened as the Force instructed him on using the Force to heighten his scent tracking skills.
=Kyja=
This is amazing! My senses are much clearer. I can make out a variety of scents from vast distances now! Thank you my love.
Beeping from the console informed them that they were coming up on Haruun Kal. Kyja and Kavika made their way to the cockpit. Lord Sarthon awoke from his meditative rest.
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Post by Rik Vane on Jan 24, 2015 14:04:12 GMT -8
Force, but it was good to get away from those kriffing slugs and their creepy harems, even if that means being stuck in a crappy situation like this. Why is it that whenever a job brings me to tatooine, it's always got something to do with those fat, greasy slugs? It could have something to do with the fact that they own the planet. "Shut up, Kod. Nobody asked you." You know how much I hate it when you call me that... "Yes, Kod. Yes I do. Now shut the kriff up. I'm trying to concentrate." Mercifully, the voice went silent as Rik went back to the not-insignificant task of re-booting the port reactor of the now functionally derelict YZ-775 in which he was floating with nothing but emergency power, and even with the military-grade solar panels he'd fitted to the ship's exterior, that would only last so long. Why couldn't the kriffing hyperdrive decide to explode after we'd reached a habitable planet? Or any kriffing planet for that matter? But noooo.... Of course it has to up and backfire into both reactors as soon as we're well on our way with the distance to the nearest planet measured in lightyears. Just my kriffing luck.
It didn't help that the starboard reactor had already been on the fritz for the past month, forcing the ship to run at half power anyway, and now the entire thing was beyond useless and he'd considered just jettisoning it on more than half a dozen occasions, usually while spewing profanity at the fact he'd already been stuck here for three days and his rations seemed to be disappearing faster than he was eating them. In the end though, he always ended up banking on his bargaining skill and the hope that he could sell the heap of reactor scrap for salvage and at least get part of the way to buying a new one. A YZ-775 with only one reactor was like an X-wing with only one cannon. Worse, even. At least in an X-wing you had wing-mates and a carrier ship to save your ass if the whole thing screwed you sideways. Boy wouldn't that be nice. Being part of a team with all that government money to throw away on upgrades and new toys... Please try to keep in mind that we're both stuck here. If you suffocate because emergency power runs out, I'm going to die right along with you, and I'd really prefer that that not happen. "Oh, right, I'm so sorry. All this time I've been just dragging my heels, completely unaware of the impending doom of suffocation. Thank you sooo much for pointing that out, I never would have realized it without you, oh great and wonderful voice in my head. Now SHUT THE KRIFF UP!" Once again, the voice went silent and Rik went back to work.
It was a matter of hours before he finally crawled out of the accessway beneath the port reactor, covered in black smudges and lugging a bag full of tools ranging from hydrospanners to plasma torches. Force, I really hope this works. He slapped the intercom next to the door with maybe a bit more force than was strictly necessary. "Hey, Figgy, see if you can power up the port reactor for me, but don't even think about touching the starboard one." One moment... Done. Systems only partially responsive, but we do have power back. Perhaps you should hire a better mechanic once we reach our destination. Rik's face went red with rage and his eyes wide with indignation, and he began pointing harshly at the intercom through which Figgy's voice could be heard. "Now you listen here you ungrateful half-wit piece of recycled scrap, I am the best damn mechanic this side of anywhere, and if you think you can..." I was only joking. Heh. Heh. Heh. The droid's pitiful and likely insincere mimicry of laughter only served to add insult to injury, but Rik managed to keep a lid on it this time. "Just get us moving again, before I decide to use you for spare parts in the reactor." The droid ignored the jab. It will take thirty-seven standard minutes to draw enough power to engage the hyperdrive. I recommend you find a magazine. Kriffing droid. Why the hell did I even rebuild the gorram thing in the first place? You required a crew member and abhorred the thought of living with another organic. "SHUT UP!!"
He was halfway back to the cockpit when he happened to glance into the ship's lounge and notice that the meal he'd set out, the one he'd only gotten two bites of before getting called away by the emergency power warning alarms, was no longer there. "Ok, what the kriff." Now my food's disappearing before I can eat it? Missing rations is one thing... Hell it was probably Figgy trying to get even for something, but this is a bit much. I've been telling you for days that you have a stowaway onboard, but you refused to listen. "Really? You're going to bring that up? I was a little busy at the time, if you'd recall. Trying to save our ass. Remember that part?" Would you like to know where she is? "No! I am perfectly capable of finding her on my own, thank you very mu... wait, she?" Yes. Your intruder is a human female. "...Huh." This could get interesting. During the course of the conversation, only half of which was carried out audibly, Rik had made his way to his quarters and retrieved a durasteel case from beneath his bed, then opened it to reveal six orbs barely small enough to fit in his hand. A button on the case activated them, and all six floated soundlessly out of their resting places. "There's a girl on the ship. Find her." With no audible sign of recognition, the six orbs simply floated off out of the cabin, military-grade surveillance sensors coming to life as they began to scan the ship, inch by rapid inch.
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Lia Corusa
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Post by Lia Corusa on Jan 24, 2015 16:01:52 GMT -8
The door to one of the space suit storage compartments opened invitingly for the passing orb.
It bobbed towards the small compartment, sensors running as it floated inside. There was no way it hadn't picked up on the form it had been scanning for even before the door had opened, so who knows why it ventured into the locker, but it did, and if it weren't an inanimate ball of tech and gears incapable of emotion, it would have immediately regretting doing so as a lunch tray came down on top of the orb with all the force Lia Corusa could manage in such a tight spot. The orb hit the floor with a crack, half floating half rolling a few inches into one of the space suits hanging against the bulkhead, where it was quickly introduced to the business end of Lia's heavily modified DL-44.
Wasting no time, the blond stashed the lunch tray and snatched up the smoking remains. A quick peek outside to check it was clear, and she sent the dead orb rolling swiftly away from the lockers, slammed the locker door shut again, checked the charge on her blaster, and even though she knew it would do no good now, pulled the two suits back in front of her for cover, hunkered down in the corner, and ran through a map of the vessel on her datapad. The screen was cracked, the pictures flickered and you could feel the old tech inside heaving its dying breath as it scrambled to keep up with her commands, but it had held up this long. “Come on, come on,” she hissed, flipping through the schematics. There was no doubt it had scanned her. She needed a new hiding spot, and pronto. Maybe there was a spot in the cargo area? Yeah, if she could get to it without running into another floating ball…
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Post by Rik Vane on Jan 24, 2015 16:14:57 GMT -8
"Well, kriff." The sound of the blaster discharge was unmistakeable, and Rik only hesitated long enough to grab a techie-looking bracer from the table next to his bed before bolting toward the sound of the shot. Probably a DL-44 judging by the sound of it, and probably from somewhere near the engine room. She's in the EVA-suit storage. "Dammit Kod! I said stay out of this!" Though he still had to resist the urge to ask which one. Kriff the force. All that ever did was start wars and enslave billions.
He didn't remember that his sidearms were still in the drawer next to his bed until he was already standing in front of the door to the storage room, and by then it was too late to go back. He glanced down at the bracer on his left arm and winced, then slapped the button to key the door open. I guess we'll find out just how good this thing is... "So I couldn't help but notice that my rations keep disappearing. How about you come on out and we can discuss payment for all those meals?"
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Lia Corusa
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Post by Lia Corusa on Jan 24, 2015 17:13:55 GMT -8
“Wrong locker, pal,” Lia breathed, peering at his back through one of the slots in the door. Was he even armed? Didn't look like it. Good. It would make this easier. Opportunity was knocking. If she could just disable him for a moment so she could find a better spot, maybe… But no, he knew she was on board now. And judging by his tracker orbs, the guy had gear. She’d found a few very hard-to-get-at spots on the map deep in the cargo hold she could successfully squeeze into for a few days and avoid detection, but, there was the matter of food and ‘freshers and, y’know, a nice supply of air to breathe. Usually she picked the massive ships big enough to sneak around undetected with hundreds of crew so the extra food was never missed, but there wasn't much choice this time and she’d needed off Tatooine fast as possible. Now, though… now her hasty decision was costing her.
…Whatever. She was not in the mood for a meet-and-greet, definitely not in the mood to ‘pay’ for his crappy food, and it was time to make that very clear. Maybe if she was enough of a pain in his ass, he’d just leave her alone.
Lifting the lunch tray, she banged on the wall a few times to get his attention focused on the right locker. It worked. He turned, moved towards her compartment, fingers reaching for the door…which burst loudly open and hit him smack in the face, knocking him backwards. Lia threw the lunch tray towards him and ran for it.
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Post by Rik Vane on Jan 24, 2015 21:05:43 GMT -8
"Really?!" He brought a hand to his nose and winced at the pain the touch brought. Wonderful. I think she broke it. "Where are you even gonna go?!" He called after her as he wiped the blood off his lip with another wince. Allow me. His nose began to itch as an overwhelming feeling of wellness swept through his body, and he froze in his tracks. "Don't even think about it!" Need I remind you that I share your feelings? There are some I can endure and even enjoy, but I despise pain. "I'm well aware. Leave. It. Be." He felt something in his head that probably equated to a mental sigh, and the tingling faded. "Thank you. I'll put a gorram bacta patch on it if it'll make you feel better. AFTER I find the girl." She's in the cargo bay. "I didn't ask for your help!"
Nevertheless, the cargo bay was where he headed. She's probably hiding around some corner with a cargo hook or something. He brought the bracer on his left forearm up to look over it, popping open a panel to reveal a screen beneath. This thing obviously needs some fine-tuning. I was TRYING to make it block physical stuff too, but so much for that kriffing idea. So far. He only fiddled with the display briefly before closing it again when he got to the bottom of the nearest set of stairs, which just happened to be on the aft end of the currently sparsely populated cargo bay. "You might as well come out now. It's four days to get where we're going and I can lock up the pantry if I have to."
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Lia Corusa
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Post by Lia Corusa on Jan 24, 2015 22:09:53 GMT -8
“Like that would stop me.” Blaster out, Lia stepped out from behind one of three crates that wouldn't provide any kind of decent cover in a fight, because let’s face it, the guy had a point. Four days was a long time to play cat-and-mouse, and she was already running out of places to hide. That, and she was way pissed off her locker had been compromised and was hoping there’d be an opportunity to deck him and squash all his other orb thingys.
She'd been so careful with this trip. So kriffing careful. There was no way he'd seen her board.
She stayed where she was next to the crate, green eyes narrowed and deadly, expression cold, limbs tensed for action. Her long hair fell in a sort of messy warrior collection of braids and greasy, stringy strands over one shoulder, and her crop top, cargo pants, jacket and boots were so worn and threadbare you could see skin where you shouldn't. The small leather messenger bag slung across her body had been jammed and squashed into so many hiding spots it was permanently creased in weird spots. Soot and dust shadowed her face. The only pristine clean, maintained thing about Lia was her DL-44.
The fugitive stared daggers at him in silence. “Your nerfburger was underdone, but damn, those fries were good,” she finally said, hoping he was hungry. “How did you find me?”
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Post by Rik Vane on Jan 24, 2015 22:22:51 GMT -8
"Uh... I'm the only other person on this ship and you stole the meal I cooked with my own two hands." He crossed his arms and widened his stance, returning her glare with an expression of near-total indifference to the gun she held. "I'm gonna be honest with you here, that wasn't your finest hour." He figured she could deduce the rest on her own, given that she HAD destroyed one of his probes. His head quirked to the side as he watched her and a contemplative expression overtook his features, his eyes traveling slowly down her body before rising back up to settle on her face. I gotta say, she's a lot better looking than I thought she'd be, even with all that dirt. "So what's the plan now? You just gonna stand there and point that thing at me for four days? That'll get you about as far as starving yourself, so either use it or put it down."
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Lia Corusa
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Post by Lia Corusa on Jan 24, 2015 22:32:23 GMT -8
She had the blaster raised and aimed square at his chest before the words were fully out of his mouth. Lia pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Why? He was snippy and confident. She didn't like that.
And he HAD suggested she use it. ...Sort of.
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Post by Rik Vane on Jan 24, 2015 22:40:22 GMT -8
The bolt hit him before he had a chance to react, or rather it tried to. What actually happened was a fair bit less climactic than she'd probably hoped, since the bolt just seemed to kind of... disappear into the transparent blue sheen of energy that briefly manifested itself around his body. "...Huh." Not even a little hesitation? You did tell her to use it. He ground his jaw to stop himself from uttering a rebuttal to that infernal annoyance in his head, talking to himself in front of a gorgeous woman wouldn't get him anywhere, after all. "Credit where credit is due... I did not see that coming. Now that it's out of your system, how about we have that conversation I mentioned earlier?"
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Post by Lia Corusa on Jan 24, 2015 23:08:59 GMT -8
…Well, that’s annoying. Snippy, confident, and prepared. Her irritated expression dropped for a split second in surprise as the bolt disappeared, but it wasn't gone for long. Lia was half tempted to squeeze off another shot, just to see how strong his anti blaster shield was. He’d said it himself, he was the only other person on this boat, and after a few weeks ‘nd run-ins with Krayton Jansk, she knew her way around the pilots chair. She didn't need this guy… Her trigger finger twitched a little. But it occurred to her at the last minute that while she could fly this thing, if he had set a course anywhere even remotely civilized, she couldn't land it without showing her face or being asked a million questions she didn't want to answer.
So…yeah. Still needed him. Unfortunately.
“You mean the conversation about me paying you for your crappy food?” Lia holstered her blaster and moved towards him with purpose, pulling her knife from her belt. “No. New conversation.” The blond halted in front of him, face intense, feet planted fearlessly, knife hanging at her side just in case. “You’re gonna give me passage to wherever the hell you’re going, and you’re gonna wave the fee because not only do I have less than zero credits, from the looks of your nose, that shield is only good at stopping blaster bolts, and since you don’t have a brig or anywhere to lock me up that I can’t get out of, you don’t want me knifing you in the middle of the night. Sound about right?”
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Post by Rik Vane on Jan 24, 2015 23:25:59 GMT -8
His face grew into a smirk as she stood there and made her demands, as if the knife would somehow be more threatening than the blaster. She's got guts, I'll give her that much. He began to casually uncross his arms, but then reversed in the middle of the motion and shot his arm across to her non-knife shoulder, then pulled her toward him as he stepped around her, turning her so the knife was away from him as he came around behind her. The arm that had grabbed her shoulder would then snake around her neck and tighten, while his free hand grabbed for the wrist holding her knife. "Or I could take your knife and we can go back to the first conversation." He may not be a master of terakas mafoosti, or whatever the hell that stuff is called, but he could still scrap with the best of them and then some. His hand slid lower down her wrist and tweaked her hand forward until the tendons forced her fingers to loosen enough for the knife to drop, then he let her go and pushed her a few steps forward. "Attitude will only get you so far, sweetheart." He crouched to pick up the knife, then stood. "Now about that fee..."
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Post by Lia Corusa on Jan 25, 2015 0:15:28 GMT -8
I should've stabbed him while I had the chance, she thought viciously as she ground her teeth at the situation. She turned back around to face him, green gaze full of acid, and ran scenarios through her mind. He had her knife. Her blaster was useless. He was too big to take down with her meager hand to hand skills. Locker doors seemed to work. Too bad she was fresh out of those.
"Okay, tough guy, fine," she snapped, stuffing her fists in her jacket pockets. "I'm not afraid of work, and you obviously aren't giving up. Payment? I don't cook, I don't entertain, I have no money, and there is no way in kriffin' hell I'm screwing you."
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Post by Rik Vane on Jan 25, 2015 0:29:23 GMT -8
"Ok, let's start by getting one thing straight." He stalked slowly forward, his expression only marginally less predatory than a gundark's in a nerf herd as he stopped less than arm's length away. "I'm not some two-bit thug who trades sex for transport, sweetie." He placed the tip of the knife under her chin and tilted her eyes up to meet his as his voice dropped to a near-whisper. "So when I screw you, it'll be because you asked for it." Then he lowered the knife, flipped it end-over-end, and handed it back to her hilt-first. "Now that we've got that cleared up..." His voice returned to normal volume as he turned and stepped away, then turned back a couple meters later. "...I've got a bit of an issue in the kitchen. See, it's been a while since it was last cleaned, and it's in dire need of some elbow grease. Now since I've so graciously allowed you to partake of my food stores these past few days, I figure the least you could do is offer to help me out by remedying this particular inconvenience. From where I stand, that's a perfectly fair exchange of services and nobody has to get anything thrust into a place they'd rather it not be."
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Post by Lia Corusa on Jan 25, 2015 12:04:31 GMT -8
“Deal.” Lia set her jaw and shoved the knife back in its sheath, perhaps a little harsher than necessary. “Maid service for passage. Let’s seal it proper.”
She punched him in the face.
For a skinny blond, she packed a fair bit of force. As she suspected, her fist went right through his shield, smashing into the left side of his face. It probably didn’t do much damage, given her angle and messy setup, but it was satisfying all the same. Sure, he’d given her back her knife and let her stay on-board, but if he thought he was gonna get anywhere near her pants, well, better to send a clear message. Hopefully a bloody nose and a sore jaw was clear enough. Yeah. That'll knock his confidence back a few. “Don't call me sweetie. I'm not sweet. You can call me Lia. What do I call you? Presumptuous asshole is a little long for everyday use.”
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Post by Rik Vane on Jan 25, 2015 12:29:22 GMT -8
He chuckled as he straightened up, one hand working his jaw as he watched her simmer. "Well you know, sour can taste great too, Lia." I'm really gonna have to work on that kinetic barrier part. So far it sucks. "You could always just shorten it up and call me Pa, but my name is Rik. At least it is today. Now go pick a room and take a shower. You're not gonna sleep on my beds while you're caked with an inch of dirt. I think there's some clothes that got left behind in one of the singles, the ones you've got look about ready to fall off." His mouth twisted into a smirk and his eyes took on that contemplative look again. "Not that I'd mind..."
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Post by Lia Corusa on Jan 25, 2015 18:22:22 GMT -8
Really? Punched in the face and shot at, and you’re not even a little wary? Great. A dozen ships docked on Tatooine and I pick the one manned by Casanova.
“You’d mind when I carve out your eyeballs,” she said quietly, matching the near-whisper tone he’d used a few minutes ago. She added a dangerous little smile, but it disappeared quickly, replaced by her usual tightly-wound, trust no one, I-hate-the-world sour expression. Lia turned on her heel and strode towards the door. “I’d shut up ‘n quit while you’re ahead, if I were you, Rik,” she growled over her shoulder as she hit the stairs two at a time.
She found the rooms easy enough, picking the smallest one farthest from the captain’s quarters. After stashing her rucksack, Lia fiddled with the lock on the door for a few minutes, wishing she had the creds for some real gear. Like that little key that could open or reprogram any lock, melt it when needed, or lock it against further tampering. Or that untraceable credit siphoner, or maybe some of those high tech wrist launchers that could do everything and open a can of soup. Or Rik’s shield, even. Come to think of it, he probably had all kinds of stuff like that. Making a mental note to snoop around later, Lia shed her threadbare clothes and showered for the first time in… well you know it’s been a while when you can’t remember the last time.
It was a little…weird. Being out in the open on a ship. Most of the time she went undiscovered, which was preferable, in her opinion. Less questions, less opportunity for trouble, less risk. Staying anonymous was the only way she’d managed to keep going since Coruscant, and in her experience, nine times out of ten, people were rotten and untrustworthy. One check of the Wanted list and it was over for her, they turned into bounty hunters no matter how kind they’d pretended to be, and she’d have to put a bolt between their eyes. Same story, every time. Except with Krayton, and Liam Blood. For whatever reason, they’d elected not to be problems.
When the water finally ran clean and the soap had done its job, Lia wrung out her hair and toweled off, ignoring the blurred image of herself in the fogged up mirror. Years ago, she’d have spent hours in front of it, painting the latest styles across her eyelids and hiding every imperfection. Now, all mirrors did was remind her how little sleep she got. Not that she cared much about her appearance these days. As long as she was comfortable and non-exciting. Blending in was a big thing. A quick rummage through the drawer under the bunk provided her with a few lacy bras of various sizes (she hastily dropped those back in), one sad, lost sock, a thin gold and partially broken body chain harness (definitely don’t even wanna know), a pair of dark green skinny jeans that would have been perfect had she been about seven inches taller, and… “..what the hell?” Lia lifted a bundle of black leather and slinky red from the bottom and spread them out on the floor. There was a little crop leather jacket that looked like it had been loved, a good start. Some leather leggings that fell a little too low on her hips for her liking. A dark red halter top with a v-neck so low Lia was pretty sure it was lingerie. A pair of finger-less red leather gloves, now THOSE she liked. And a thin body fashion harness. Everything smelled faintly of spearmint and cheap perfume and smuggler sweat.
Lia stared at the ensemble in open horror, but there wasn't much choice. It was this, or a towel for four days. So she tugged on the gloves and pants, figured out a way to tighten the body harness over the ‘shirt’ so she didn't have to worry about flashing the kitchen when she bent over, zipped the jacket all the way up to her neck, stuffed her feet back into her boots, and sat down on her bunk as she fiddled with her weapons belt. Did she need her weapons to clean the galley? Probably not, but if she was gonna be Cinderella, she was gonna do it like a badass. Besides, you wouldn't believe how big the roaches can get on space food…
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