Tanara Ajahn
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Post by Tanara Ajahn on Apr 16, 2014 14:19:13 GMT -8
"Need to know basis." That phrase had been used quite frequently since Tanara had been recruited by the Organization. She understood the reasoning behind it, but that wasn't her issue with the phrase. No, it was the notion that something potentially interesting was being kept from her. Because of her mischievous and easily bored nature, the Twi'lek girl was constantly hacking into secure networks and data nodes, just to see what was information was there. Of course, she also was constantly getting into trouble as a result, not that it had ever stopped her before.
For once, most of the questions she probably could have come up with, had already been answered with Isabelle's briefing. There were still a number of questions she normally would have asked, but she already knew that the response would be that irritating phrase.
=Tanara=
"If we do end up having to back up the research, do you care how I download the database, and should I make multiple copies, or just one master copy?"
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Liya Tawaza
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Apr 17, 2014 21:26:22 GMT -8
{ Cargo Hold, Loronar Medium Transport The Red Cred } Shaking his head, Dante continued his exercises, then suddenly stopped at the sound of electronic beeping. Looking down, he smiled slightly at the droid - he had seen it analyzing the carbon scoring, but had paid it little attention. Most sentients didn't recognize droid sentience...Dante didn't really either. However, he frequently used droids and such in his missions, and he had to admit that he both admired and envied their singular programmed purpose and drive. Indeed, without many of their sacrifices, both he and Jace wouldn't be alive today. For that, he was often courteous to them, though didn't give much thought to them."Hello little droid. Unable to clean the carbon scoring?"
*The real problem was the sheer volume of scoring that the doctor had left behind. Unsure whether to expect Dante to interpret binary, the resourceful droid instead imitated the sound of a blaster firing several times, then nodded his head, and hooted enthusiastically. A few shots, he could clean up easily. Then he echoed a longer range of blasters, and gave a two-toned note of uncertainly while raising and lowering the shoulders of his legs for emphasis, signifying increased difficulty. Concluding the sequence, he imitated a massive volley of blaster fire, and wailed in an agonized tone, followed by rapidly swiveling his dome from side to side, to say no.*
*Popping open one of his side compartments, he extended an arm, displaying a small can of concentrated solvent. He shook his dome "no" once again, and hooted in a sarcastic tone. Then, putting the can away somewhere inside his chasis, he spread both grappling arms as wide as he could, miming as if he were carrying a great weight, and exclaimed enthusiastically. The droid sought to signify that, yes, with this much I could do it. Pleased with himself, he stopped, and tilted his domed head once more, eyeing the stranger who seemed to be his mistress's employer.*It came across the stars through encrypted channels, a weak series of pulses barely distinguishable from background comm static. To any listener they would be dismissed as random harmonics across the comm bands, to a clever listener, the diffused remnants of a faraway signal. But, to a special comlink, equipped with a specific rotating algorithm, it would decipher the static into something useful...and unexpected. The origin of the signal was Serenno, all the way from the D'astan sector, and the contents of the signal had been bounced across some fifty inter-sector transceivers, not towards a particular destination mind you, but in an effort to cover as much of the galaxy as possible with the message; a simple sentence. Such was the message that was sent to Dante, his comlink buzzing as its internal program deciphered a certain band of the message. Looking down at the droid as he was, he idly glanced at the tiny comlink display as the short message scrolled across the screen. He practically fell over at what it said.
"ISS clearance deep black, handshake response "shallow argent", "Red Sorrow" to activate and rendezvous with nearest agent, verify within two standard hours; all hail the homeworld." [...] Snickering out loud, Dante shook his head, and tapped out a message on his comlink. Sending it to Jace, he slowly began to go through his exercises once more...though his mind was flung across the stars, thinking of another world...a world of castles and forests and politics.::Red Sorrow, ISS clearance "Deep black" confirming. Requesting handshake validation for joint verification within two standard hours. All hail the homeworld:: |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2014 21:52:14 GMT -8
Dante's thoughts were far away, moving from Serenno to that of his wife. He had been idly wondering if he could possibly find a Jopto tree on some botanical preserve somewhere, and whether or not he still remembered any custard recipes, when the droid beeped out a long sequence of binary. Blinking in surprise, Dante paused and looked down at the machine. In truth, Dante did know how to interpret binary - that and a few other codes such as battle sign, blink code, and other seldom used forms of communication. It was part of his espionage training. Smiling slightly, Dante inclined his head at the droid in the affirmative.
"Yes, I do actually. And to your earlier woes of the blaster scoring...perhaps if you used a light grade acid from the medical suite, you could clean the crate better. A one to three mix ratio with your current cleaner would boost its efficiency...though I would refrain from applying it to anything less than a metallic substance."
Inwardly, Dante questioned his sanity of carrying on a conversation with a droid. But, he reasoned that if the droid was considered a member of the crew, then there was no harm in at least familiarizing himself with the machine. Besides the fact, the droid seemed to have some kind of sanitation routine error...it was certainly obsessive about its cleaning duties.Though, in the future, that would save him some time in cleaning up future medical emergencies. Also...he was tired of fighting. The thought was laughable. But...it was true. Dante was genuinely...tired, very, very tired. He missed the quiet life, he missed...
Silently, Dante smiled down at the droid, though his smile didn't reach his eyes. His thoughts far away on someone else.
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Jace Stealer
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Post by Jace Stealer on Apr 21, 2014 0:41:34 GMT -8
"It's more complicated than that, and I don't like to distinguish between causes and comrades because the two are usually joined in some way, but at the end of the rotation, you're right." I bit my bottom lip. "Sometimes you have to leave friends behind, because the danger will leave with you, but that's not true this time. We're all in this together, and I can't undo the random chance that brought us together, or the danger we're all facing." I couldn't remember the last time I had opened up like this to anyone. Some little pieces of my shattered world were starting to fit themselves together again, whether I liked it or not. I could have countered Jace by complaining about my failed leadership attempts and the soldiers I had let die, but that was too painful, and also recognizably counter-productive to our current situation. I needed to lead this op, at least for the time being. "So ... back to business?"I turned back to Jace, raising an eyebrow. "First order of business is how we're going to fund this operation. The Red Cred is a wee bit more expensive that the Bronze Star was." I smirked faintly. I knew something that Jace had probably forgotten by now, but I wanted to get his analysis first. "Indeed... Onto the task at hand." Right after he said that, Jace's datapad silently vibrated in his inner jacket pocket. He'd ignore it until later, assuming that it was another report for the Emerald Blades HQ.Jace turned to Liya and returned the smirk when she mentioned funding the maintenance for the Red Cred. He had sent for a team of skilled engineers from the Emerald Blades HQ (EB) to rendezvous with him at Coruscant when they had first snagged the Red Cred from Ryloth. The entire vessel was overhauled, with new parts and upgraded ship systems installed to provide peak performance. And beside the massive engine tune-up they had also restocked the compartments with everything they would need. His team had been careful going about it as well. The supplies were bought on Coruscant under aliases and fake companies to cut the connection to the EB. Parts that seemed out of place for a supposedly abandoned ship were made to look well-worn and had their serial numbers removed to not only remove the trace back to the point of origin but also to make it look as though it were stolen or bought on the black market. While one of the compartments had been emptied for the crew's storage the other three had been filled with food, various tools for maintenance, and a small armory.Another vibration in his jacket indicated yet another message. That wouldn't have been the headquarters, as they would have included everything they needed to tell him in one clean, heavily encrypted packet. Taking advantage of the timing he fished around in his jacket and pulled out the datapad. "The Red Cred is undoubtedly a 'wee bit' more expensive." He grinned, following the procedure to open up the first secure file. "Fortunately, I had thought of that exact same thing when I agreed upon taking this ship as payment for transporting that tech and his Twi'lek friend. I called in a few favors and had her spruced up... the ship that is. Fully refueled, stocked up completely on food, and had the engine tuned up to current specs. And... I pulled an extra string with a guy that really owed me and had the armory shielded and re-armed." Jace had been acting as though he was reading from the datapad, but in reality he had been reading a very remarkable message that he had never expected to see again. While he kept his tone and facial features even enough to avoid suspicion, something flashed in his eyes.He started to read the next message from Dante, which helped him keep the faint smile on his face as he finished the message and slipped the datapad into his jacket. There would be time to respond to those later. "The only thing we have to worry about for awhile is refueling. And I believe I can lean on our employer a little to pay for that." |
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Trent Weston
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Post by Trent Weston on Apr 21, 2014 20:26:50 GMT -8
Kay looked over at Trent. He was ready for a best-of-seven rock/paper/scissors/lizard/blaster... but then his rational brain kicked in. He was supposed to be the drop-ship pilot. Trent was (eventually) going to be the CR-90's lead pilot. They'd been sharing drop-ship and shuttle duties since the CR-90 was drydocked, but when push came to shove, Kay was meant to be flying the 'Wampa.' Much as it pained him to say it, cause he would have rather been on the ground, in the action, this was the right choice. You go, T. I'll stay on-site with the Wampa.
But his attention was diverted away from these thoughts as Krayton spoke. There were subtle signs that told Trent that Krayton wanted to be the one who went into the base despite him offering to let Trent go instead. Trent was more selfish than that, sure he wanted to help people but he didn't want to be mixed up in the fighting, that would put him way out of his element, he was a pilot not a soldier. Letting Krayton win rounds of rock/paper/scissors/lizard/blaster was a good way to get what he wanted, or rather not do what he didn't want to, without looking bad. One of the many benefits of the Lorridann art of kinetic communication was that he knew with an uncanny degree of accuracy what people were thinking before they acted and he had used that to his advantage numerous times. "Are you sure K? I don't mind playing you for it. It's only fair." He held out his fist and smirked with a cocky, yet lighthearted aura about him, in an attempt to goad Krayton into a game. |
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Krayton Jantsk
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Post by Krayton Jantsk on Apr 23, 2014 7:08:48 GMT -8
The pilot frowned, crossed his arms over his chest. He wanted to call his partner out -- 'get out of my head, Westy!' -- but at the same time, he could never pass up an opportunity to throw down the ole' Gecko. (and Trent always picked paper!) He thought for a minute, before extending his own fist. On three. None of this 'one-two-three then hit' business. On three. One, two, three! Krayton threw down the Lizard, and sure enough, there was the paper. Hoo Hoo! Lizard eats paper, man! Every time, Trent. You've got options, brother... blaster shoots Lizard... rock crushes lizard... but man. Good ole' paper. He was going to continue to goad the other pilot, as that was their way (this would continue until Krayton eventually did something taunt-worthy, at which point Trent would light into him... and so on, and so forth until the end of time. Or until one of them was transferred or died. Whichever came first. But this time, Kay cut it short. There were still a few people in the room, and now wasn't really the time. Besides, he might have been cocky and sure of himself, but Kay was no dupe. He knew that this seemingly simple contest was an easy way to appease each-other from time to time without making it look like one was backing down (another pilot trait.)
The meeting was breaking up. The two pilots, knowing what they had to do, made their way back to the flight deck. Seriously, T. Are you sure? I mean, I'll go... but only if it's what you want. They got back to the bridge, and took their seats, preparing for the arrival in-system. There weren't too many things that could go wrong on re-entry to realspace, but it paid dividends to prepare for the worst, and then accept the best when it happened. A further twenty minutes, and a quiet claxon on the console began to flash, signalling their imminent arrival. Kay nodded to his partner, and activated the internal comms. T-minus one minute to hyperspace exit. Strap in back there. CO to the flight deck. Isabelle arrived a few short moments later, taking a seat behind Trent, opposite Krayton in the right-hand seat, just as Kay grabbed the toggles that would revert them to real-space. Good timing, Isabelle. The pilot activated the sub-light engines and the whirling mass of the hyperspace lane disappeared, replaced by the familiar void of starscape, and looming large in their viewport, the sixth terrestrial body of the Hoth system. Damn -- it looked cold even from several million miles away.
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Quinton Scott
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Post by Quinton Scott on Apr 30, 2014 11:15:59 GMT -8
Quinton breathed a sigh of relief. He once again watched the stationary stars turn into long streaks as his AEG-77 Vigo made the jump into hyperspace. This was the third, no wait the fourth jump that they had made in the last five hours after leaving Tatooine. He took out a small flask from his coat pocket and took a long swig.It just had to be another one of those days he thought.The day had started off just like any other. They were finishing what they thought was just a routine hauling job and were unloading some crates on Tatooine. The fact that their employer had paid extra for no questions asked should have set off some red flags, but he and his crew really needed the credits. They had unloaded the cargo and were paid, but then the men they were unloading the cargo for decided they wanted to keep both the cargo, and the credits. Things got a little ugly after that and they had to blast their way out of the spaceport. Quinton didn't think that they were followed but decided it would be best to make a series of random jumps just to make sure. He fliped a switch at the helm that activated the ship wide intercomAlright people, we should be spending the next hour in hyperspace and that should bring us far enough from Tatooine in case one of those trandoshans still want our heads.He took the credit chip out of his pocket and looked at it. He almost laughed. The actually amount of the chip was less then half of what they had been promised, it would barley be enough to fix some of the damage that they took when they were leaving Tatooine. Sometimes he was just surprised that his ship kept flying. It seemed as if it was head together with synthtape these days. He sliped the credit chip back into his pocket. He was almost starting to dwell on what ifs, that was never a good road to start thinking down. Right now he still needed to deal with the situation at hand. He knew the hyperdrive had not been doing well even before the ship had gotten to Tatooine. That might not be the biggest problem but in his haste to get them away from Tatooine he made some of his astrogation calculations too quick and he wasen't exactly sure where they were going to come out of hyperspace. Some of the star charts on the ship were out of date and while he knew their current hyperspace jump would be safe, he just didn't know where it would put them.He flipped a diffrent switch this time patching him into the engine room of the vessel.John, I need a status report. Hows the hyperdrive looking?While he waited for a reply from his engineer he stood up and moved over to the navicomputer. Sometimes it was a pain running this ship with what amounted to a skeleton crew. He started running calculations on the sensor data that they picked up when they were still in realspace. Hopefully he could pinpoint their location and find out exactly where they were going to exit when they drooped out of hyperspace.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2014 13:08:42 GMT -8
From across the void of space, piercing through the veil of hyperspace, the weakest of messages flickered across sensor and comm boards. A mere squeal of transmission that would last but a few seconds, many would surely dismiss it as background static. But, the more observant would see it for what it really was. A compressed databurst sent from a great distance away, the signal was in fact a simple message.
Sent using a BOSS emergency beacon, the signal would have the electronic footprint of an standard escape pod beacon. However, the signal would be weak enough that it couldn't be traced...and the coordinates detailed in the signal, would detail a route through hyperspace that many, many navicomputers would claim simply did not exist. The route you see, was a route to Dagobah, a planet that had been discovered, redicsovered, and then subsequently lost again (sometimes by the same government!) too many times to count through the eons. Seldom appearing in a navicomputer, the existence of the planet - let alone routes to it - were rare even in astrogation archives. Would a ship, stumbling across the message, be daring enough to take a lost route through hyperspace? Would the promise of a vast reward be enough to lure a ship to help a lonely escape pod on a forgotten planet? Perhaps. Only time would tell.
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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on Apr 30, 2014 17:59:16 GMT -8
Myriana Pheone Abaraxi Lemep sat in her cramped, dark room on the middle floor of the Sabre of Layne, deep in meditation. Several years back, when her training had been completed on Belkadan, she decided to venture out on her own and follow her father's example. When he had been young, he used his influence and vast knowledge of the Force to learn the history of the Force-using traditions of the galaxy, and now she wanted to assist him in that endeavor while at the same time seeking to hone her Jedi skills.
Only just recently knighted, Myriana wanted to quickly become as wise as her father had been, who was a longtime Master of the Order. She herself was adopted, but even though she was not biologically related to him, she admired his ethic and his talent. While she meditated in her room, she pondered his teachings while the ship moved through hyperspace to its next destination.
She had done well to keep her Jedi identity a secret from the crew of the Sabre of Layne, with the exception of the Bith doctor, who may have a slight inkling in that field. For a Bith, he knew a lot about human physiology, which meant he probably knew that she was much more fit for a human female her age.
"Speaking of which..." she said aloud.
Standing suddenly, she shook her jumpsuit rigorously and slipped it on over her underwear. Then she stepped into the hallway and made her way to the medbay, hoping to find the doctor. Myri rapped on the door of the medbay quickly and put an ear to it.
"Dr. Perwar?" she called. "Are you there? You said you wanted to check up on us after we got underway again?"
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John Wilson
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Post by John Wilson on Apr 30, 2014 18:37:10 GMT -8
John woke up in a panic clutching his wrench, his breathing was heavy and sweat dripped from his brow. He never liked when the ships intercom went off during his afternoon nap, it always ruined the best dreams. Try as he might he could never disable it in his room. He sat up slowly and attempted to wipe the sweat from his forehead, only to accidentally hit him self with the wrench.
"Son of a kath hound, my head!"
He took a moment to rub the growing welt on his head he tried to listen to the 'urgent' message. While his respect for Quinton was nearing on limitless, he still didn't appreciate being woken up. After a quick stretch his began to remember something. He had left the hot dogs sitting over one of the broken hyperdrive field guides which was currently burning them to a crisp. After rushing to clear off the charred mess that was once delicious meaty treats, he heard his comlink go off. It was Quinton asking about the hyperdrive again.
Well I have good news and bad news. the bad news is we need to land for more hot dogs. The good news is one of the pipes that makes up the field guide is a little busted. Needless to say we wont be working at full steam but we'll at least move.
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Bevyn Perwar
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Post by Bevyn Perwar on Apr 30, 2014 19:09:56 GMT -8
A light rapping on Bevyn's door broke the concentration he had on several datapads on the desk in front of him. Some of them were on medicine, a field in which he has learned a lot about these past few weeks, and some were on the crew of the ship he was inhabiting. Their brush up with the Trandoshans had put him on edge so he had requested a check up on the crew. Quinton laughed at the proposition and Mr.Wilson told him to go play his flute somewhere else. Myriana was the only one who accepted the proposal and that pleased Bevyn. The other men on the ship were much more gritty and rough than the ones he grew up with on Clakdor VII.
"Right, sorry Myriana. The door should be open now, come on in."
Bevyn unlocked his door for Myriana and wheeled over to the testing station with his medical datapad in hand, making sure to prepare everything correctly. He secreted the datapad away into his coat pocket as the doors to the medbay slid open.
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Quinton Scott
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Post by Quinton Scott on Apr 30, 2014 19:49:27 GMT -8
John had given him better news than he had expected. At the worst the whole hyperdrive could have given out at any moment. That would have left them with just the class 15 backup drive. It would take them months to get anywhere on that and they simply did not have the supplies for that long of a voyage.
Well John, I promise I will buy you more hot dogs when we reach the next port. See what you can do about that pipe, I'd rather not have this ship be moving at a crippled pace.
While he wasn't the mechanic that John was he knew enough that the pipe that broke would not be an easy fix, nor did he think that they even had the parts to replace it. Although he did have faith in John, he had pulled off some crazy sithspit in the past and he hoped this would be another one of those times.
It was at that moment that he saw the comms panel light up; they were being hailed. Being extremely confused he stood up and moved over to the comms station. Even stranger by the time that he got to the comms station the ship had stopped being hailed, although it had reserved a small data burst. He sat down at the communications station and looked at the data. The data stream had been compressed using basic compression. Whoever was sending the message had not been trying to hide the data. It only took a few seconds for the comms station to uncompressed the data and it was simply two lines written in plain text. The first was clearly a set of coordinates for a navacomputer. The second simply said that someone had crashed landed and were looking for a reward for help. He leaned back in the chair. He didn't know what to think of the transmission. On one hand he just wanted to simply ignore it, on the other, the sender said they would give a vast reward for help. Not that this transmission was a grantee of a reward or even what 'vast' could mean.
He walked back to the navacomputer. He had gotten a rough fix as to where there current hyperspace jump would place them. He then plugged in the coordinates that the transmission had sent into the computer. He didn't know weather to smile or frown when he saw the results. On one hand it would only be a short jump from that location to the coordinates given by the transmission. On the other hand, according to the navicomputer there was absolutely nothing there. He had no idea what they would be getting themselves into. Although that could just be because of the outdated star charts in the ships computer... He wanted to get a second opinion on this.
He reached up and activated the ship wide intercom.
Can our ship's resident ambassador please come to the bridge at her earliest convenience?
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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on Apr 30, 2014 20:24:33 GMT -8
The door slid open and Myri stepped into the clean-ish medbay. Granted, it was not the picture of cleanliness, but it was much better than any other room on the ship, even her own bedroom, which was admittedly a mess. She peered into the glass window separating the medbay from the hallway outside, which allowed passerby to see into the room. The window could be dimmed to make it one-way or even a blind window.
"So, uh, I don't think that I need to remind you to dim that verdammter window, right, doctor?"
She crawled onto the operating table in the center of the room and undid the first strap on her flight suit.
"My father has a degree in Xenolinguistics, too. Did I mention that? I'm not nearly as talented in—"
"Verlacht mich nicht, Dumme... Sorry, Dr Perwar, what did you want to examine today?"
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Bevyn Perwar
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Post by Bevyn Perwar on Apr 30, 2014 21:05:50 GMT -8
The Bith wheeled over and pressed a button by his desk to dim the window and wheeled back to the human who had been undressing on his operating table.
"Just a quick physical, nothing serious. After a shootout with Trandoshans one can never take to many precautions. Any changes in diet I should know about?"
Beyvn scoffed as he said that, knowing well all they had to eat in the past few weeks has been things they have gotten from generous locals and what few rations they could scavenge from whatever they could find. He quickly skimmed through Myriana's files one last time and grabbed a small hypodermic needle from a locked cabinet and took it out of it's protective wrappings.
"Any things I should know about? Illnesses, abnormalities, or anything of the like? Trying to keep all the records as up to date as possible. I may not be qualified for my job, but I try my best at it."
Bevyn stood from his chair and moved the needle towards Myriana's arm.
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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on May 1, 2014 9:50:47 GMT -8
"And for a person with so little medical experience, you do a fantastic job. No, nothing out of the ordinary today. Actually, I was in town for the duration of the last fight, so I probably need this the least out of all of us."
A complete fabrication, but one that all of the crew of the Sabre of Layne would not believe. In the past weeks, while the captain and his crew had been away getting shot at or doing dirty work, Myriana had used her excuse as 'a non-combatant' to explore ancient ruins and trawl in local cantinas for information. Her mission was yet a secret to the rest of the ship's crew, as was the fact that she was a Jedi, and she was taking great pains to keep it that way. Great pains that included being stuck with a needle.
As the instrument made contact with her skin, she mentally flinched at the sight of it. Needles were never her favorite things in the universe, and she cringed as her blood started to swell within the syringe. The procedure was over as quickly as it had begun, though, and she sighed in relief when the needle was extracted. Within a couple short minutes, the checkup was over. Myri slid off the table and stretched her arms out, grunting curtly. She left the top strap of her jumpsuit undone for comfort.
"If there's nothing else, doctor, it seems I need to visit the captain. I'll try to send him your way after I see what he wants."
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Bevyn Perwar
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Post by Bevyn Perwar on May 1, 2014 16:57:44 GMT -8
"Thank you Myriana, I'm glad someone on this ship appreciates my improvisational medical work."
Bevyn fell back into his chair after taking the needle out of the human's arm and wheeled his way to the computer to insert the blood sample into it; he double checked his datapad to make sure he didn't miss anything in the checkup. After the Bith was confident he didn't accidentally skip a step like last time he turned back to his patient.
"I have all I need for now, I will get to your sample while you are talking with Quinton, I don't want to keep him waiting; especially if a job is on the line. Get decent and get a move on! I want to eat something other than these processed meat tubes you humans seem to enjoy so much."
Bevyn turned back to the computer and began analyzing Myriana's sample, what may take a droid (or an actual doctor) minutes could take him hours. He awaited for either the sound of a human voice or his door closing before delving into deep focus.
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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on May 1, 2014 20:37:28 GMT -8
Myriana stepped out of the medbay and shut the door behind her. The elevator to the bridge was a short jaunt away, and within seconds she was moving slowly upward. While in the elevator, she casually looked to the empty slot on her belt, where a blaster would typically rest, and wished her lightsaber could hang there. It occurred to her that the jump suit she wore as of late was far less comfortable than the loose-fitting combat robes she wore during her training on Belkadan. As the elevator came to a halt, however, she pushed those thoughts aside and stepped onto the bridge without betraying her mood.
"You summoned me, oh great, illustrious leader?" she said with a mocking salute.
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Quinton Scott
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Post by Quinton Scott on May 1, 2014 23:04:34 GMT -8
Quinton leaned back in his chair. He figured that it would be a few minuets before Myriana made her way up to the bridge. He didn't know why this databurst was bothering him so much. In fact he wasn't exactly sure why he actually cared in the first place. Part of him said that they should attempt to help whoever was sending the distress beacon, or at least go take a look. Another part of him was curious about this reward they were offering, although the fact that they were sending a distress beacon didn't make him feel all warm and fuzzy about that part. The more he thought about it, it was really the lack of information that both bothered him, as well as spiked his curiosity.
Looking back at the navicomputer he starting searching through some of the older star charts that were still stored on the ships databanks. He doubted that he would be able to find anything, although it did pass the time until he herd the turbolift that gave accesses to the bridge activate. As he herd the turbolift doors open he closed out of the database and turned around to see that Myriana had finally made her way to the bridge.
He returned Myriana's salute with a sharp salute and quickly lowered his hand."Well, greeting me with a salute? Maybe one of these days you might actually start treating me like the captain of this ship?He said in a joking tone before turning to a more serious one. "I called you up here because I want your opinion on something." Standing up he made his way the few paces over to the communication station and pulled up the contents of the databurst.
"The ship received a short databurst about 10 minuets ago. This was its contents."
The whole reason that Myriana was on his ship was that she had said that she would be able to get him and his crew into places that they normally would not be able to. The word ambassador was used although he forgot if it was by him or her. He hadn't questioned that much at the time, he really just needed more hands on board, even with her and that doctor they were still barely running at a skeleton crew. As of yet the ships resident 'ambassador' hadn't really proven she had the qualities that she was hired for, but he was curious what she would have to say about this oddity of a transmission.
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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on May 1, 2014 23:17:04 GMT -8
Myriana gave a second thought to retorting with a snarky comment but decided against it as she shoved past Captain Scott and observed the navicomputer. It was mildly surprising to her that it did not recognize the location of the coordinates but it did not stop her from entering them into it again. When the location on the star chart appeared before her, she immediately recognized it as the Dagobah system, where her father had spent a small amount of time studying a dark side nexus that resided there.
"That's the Dagobah system. I've read about it in my travels. Harsh places, lots of swamps and angry creatures."
She pointed to the navicomputer and motioned to the empty spot.
"My books tell me it's not a safe place to land at all. If someone went down there, they wouldn't be coming back up. No spaceports or indigenous sentients to help. It might be worth the money, but I for one wish to save anyone who got stranded on that Force-forsaken world. It'd be worth checking out, regardless."
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Post by Quinton Scott on May 2, 2014 11:47:08 GMT -8
Quinton watched as Myriana moved from the communication station to the navicomputer. He wasn't too surprised that she had figured out that the string of numbers were coordinates for the navicomputer. For having been as well traveled as she said, he would have been more surprised if she didn't know what they were. However, what did surprise him was after a only a few moments spent at the navicomputer she said the name of a star system. Dagobah, it sounded vaguely familiar, but that could be for a myriad of different reasons.
'I guess the term walking library may be more accurate then ambassador? Now remembering information about a planet is one thing, but remembering a planets exact galactic coordinates is another. Especially one that doesn't appear in my star charts." He looked to the empty spot on his navicomputer where this planet was supposed to be and then back to Myriana. I guess those must have been some goram detailed books."
The fact that she was able to tell him about a planet that did not appear on the star charts was strange, but sometimes it was just best to to press an issue. If she really did know this from her 'books' well then, that knowledge was still a valuable resource, if not. That was her business not his.
"Did those 'books' of yours tell you anything about what we may find in orbit of this Dagobah, or the system its in. Going to save some poor sod shipwrecked on that kind of planet is the right thing to do, especially if there's a reward. However I need to know if there is anything that is going to put this ship in danger.
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