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Post by Andros Vyridian on Jan 21, 2018 9:12:38 GMT -8
UDF Nebula-class Star Destroyer, The Leviathan — Bridge
Hearing the communication coming from a female voice, Lorn stood by like she had requested and kept on monitoring Umgul's orbital airspace as it was his job. Truthfully he was never bored and he often had some moments of respite planetside, but this time it was the Equinox, the other Nebula-class Star Destroyer, that was under maintenance and he knew that his brother was currently enjoying his leave back on the surface. Communicating often with Lyman, Lorn knew deep inside of him the Vice-Governor wasn't the perpetrator of those heinous crimes he had been accused of.
Finally hearing another voice on the comm, Lorn listened intently to what the man, this time, was saying. He even arched a dubious eyebrow at that. Muting the comm on his side for the time being as the Admiral looked at him, Lt. Visputin took a deep breath and spoke to his CO. "Sir, they want to pick up some assets supposedly won on a blob race..." Not wanting to leave the Corvette hanging for the time being though, Lorn unmuted the comm, and muted it again after he said the following words. Blasphemy, please stand by.
"Give me an encrypted channel with the Intelligence Department planetside, Lieutenant. Noticing the Lieutenant executing himself and handing him the communication device, Admiral Varos spoke with someone in the intelligence department, at the same time, he knew that the information about the ship was being transmitted to them for more check ups. When his comm was over with intelligence, he looked at the Lieutenant and nodded. "Grant them the passage, but be clear on what they should expect."
"Yes, sir." Unmuting the comm on his side, he spoke clearly and distinctly to the Corvette Blasphemy, it appears you are quite misinformed with the current affairs of the planet, and haven't been on this planet in a long time. The blob races haven't occurred in a while now. The raceways are shut down currently, and if races occur there, it's not blobs. As such, also please be informed that the planet's capital is highly secured, and your moves will be under high scrutiny with what is currently happening. You request for landing clearance has been granted, although also please be informed that you shall be subjected to customs inspections upon arrival. Please, follow the flight plan, and know that Umgul is a neutral planet and illegal actions aren't permitted on the surface. Acknowledge. Leviathan, over.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jan 21, 2018 18:15:17 GMT -8
For a moment, Amy was worried about leaving the bridge and the communnication to Janos. He didn't seem to handle on the fly as well as she had thought he would. Ironically, she was 'gambling' on him being enough of a professional fast-talker to get them past officials. She realized that maybe he was in serious need of a vacation too. Clearly Captain Fel shared some measure of her concerns as well, when he spoke. She shared a weak laugh, her eyes reflecting no mirth though, “Just gonna have t' take a chance this works. An' I can't be in two places at once right now.”
They passed through the corridor, carefully heading back for the Sickbay, “Your pants was in the drawer below the bed you were on, along with everything else you had on, even what was left of your shirt. Didn't bother to check that, did you? Ah blast it, I gotta get you somethin' t' eat, and fly this ship, one way or the other. Maybe Melia can whip somethin' up from the galley instead.”
They reached the Sickbay soon enough, and the Corellian guided Fel to his bed, helped him down, grumbling all the way at how dangerous it was to just pull the wires and IVs out, especially if they were inserted directly into his arteries as he could have bled out. She didn't bother reapplying them, except for the monitor patches, then she distractedly reached for the intercom and turned it on so she could talk to Janos, “Janos, what's the word? D'we need ta run?”
While she waited for his reply, she picked up her bioscanner and ran it over Fel, making sure he was all right, relatively speaking.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jan 21, 2018 18:44:48 GMT -8
*The subtle shake the Blasphemy gave as it exited hyperspace roused Ellie from her hiding spot. She had finally, somewhat, fixed the ships weapons systems as best as she could. They were still junk, but they would work for now.
*The sound of familiar voices drifted from the medbay. She gave a slight grin as she leaned against the door frame and wiped the grease from her hands with a rag. There, in the medbay, sat Fel being cared for by Ami.* "Good to see you're up and movin."
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Jan 22, 2018 0:35:39 GMT -8
Blasphemy, it appears you are quite misinformed with the current affairs of the planet, and haven't been on this planet in a long time. The blob races haven't occurred in a while now. The raceways are shut down currently, and if races occur there, it's not blobs. As such, also please be informed that the planet's capital is highly secured, and your moves will be under high scrutiny with what is currently happening. You request for landing clearance has been granted, although also please be informed that you shall be subjected to customs inspections upon arrival. Please, follow the flight plan, and know that Umgul is a neutral planet and illegal actions aren't permitted on the surface. Acknowledge. Leviathan, over. "...This is all going to go sideways." He was tired. Weeks in a brutal prison like Kessel would do that to a sentient; and the scant time aboard the ship had been less than restful - he was aboard with strangers, some of whom would likely cause him bodily harm should he not find the credits he had promised them. And then there was the unknown variable, the doctor. Schemes within schemes, lies within lies. It was all...so very tiring.And yet he loved it. This was what he was good at; playing the game, betting everything including his life on his own ability to manipulate, and then coming out just one step ahead of everyone else. Karabast, if it didn't make him feel alive.Yet there were times, like now, when it wore him down. He had been thrown off guard, and off balance; worse, he had stayed off balance. The earlier panic attack, the inability to adapt to the new situation because of nerves...he had to find his center. He had to reorient. Of course, he knew the source of the problem. Raising a hand, Janos clenched it tightly before closing his eyes. The crystal. His newfound powers. They complicated things far too much for Janos' liking. Hell, the second he had got them, he had turned into a hypocritical pontificating douche. That wasn't him: he was a douchey cheat and a liar. There was a difference.She didn't bother reapplying them, except for the monitor patches, then she distractedly reached for the intercom and turned it on so she could talk to Janos, “Janos, what's the word? D'we need ta run?” "No, I took care of it. We're cleared for a flight path. Planet seems to be in some kind of internal conflict...it's going to complicate things. We're in no immediate danger, though." The past few days had shocked Janos out of...whatever he had been in. Denial, he supposed. He had broken a cardinal rule of ten years, and he had killed another sentient being. Obviously he had some baggage that he hadn't been dealing with in regards to the War, and the atrocities he had committed in the name of patriotism. Despite that, over the past few days, one thing had become incredibly clear to him: he didn't want these powers that had awoken in him. He had seen the veritable monsters that Ellie had fought. And he new all too well the evil and depravity that was Vasari. The idea that Janos could become just as evil as those two chilled him to his core. Maybe he'd turn out alright. Maybe he could do a lot of good with it. But, if he failed...he could turn into something far worse, and far more regretful than he could possibly imagine. No. He'd find redemption his own way. He was aware of it now - this need to find forgiveness and absolution. He'd find redemption by playing the game...by lying, cheating, and stealing. He'd do it the best way he knew how. He knew a man, Adi Matango, a Jedi Master, who could seal these unwanted powers. For a price, no doubt. Once they found Jashin, Janos would go to him. "And then...we'll begin again. The right way this time." Perhaps the information he held would be valuable to The Alliance, or the fledgling Resistance he had heard about. Maybe they'd buy it at a severely discounted price. Just enough credits to cover fuel and food. Maybe they'd return the favor, and put him on the trail to something valuable in return.Pushing off from the terminal, Janos turned and headed back down the halls, heading to the room he had been sleeping in. He had stored a lot of his personal items and clothes there - wearing a spare ship uniform in his downtime. It was time to get back into his own skin - so to speak - and get back to business.It was time to play a new game. |
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jan 22, 2018 15:34:15 GMT -8
Fel thought for a moment as he leaned against the bed he had previously been inhabiting in the medlab. The notion of getting back into the bed, when there seemed to be a plan afoot, was unappealing to say the least. He slowly stooped to pick up his pants and boots, and then turned momentarily to look at Ami-Lee as if to say 'mind giving me some privacy?' When she turned her back, he shrugged his pants on, and stuffed his feet into his boots. Leaving the pants undone at the waist for the moment he turned back to face the doctor.
I don't know what you did, doc... but if you want me ready to lend any kind of a hand, we're gonna need to bind this stomach wound tight... I feel like I could fall apart any minute here. I feel better than I've felt in months, I think... little tough to tell. Meds are still making everything a little bent outta shape here. But I can tell, whatever you done did, you done good.
Holding up the remnants of his shirt, Fel frowns. Gonna need to find a bit of a replacement for this, 'less you all like the sight. He was very obviously joking. The burn scarring on his torso and back wasn't exactly pleasing to the eye, and his newest wound had left the right side of his stomach missing a substantial bit of tissue, causing him to look a little hollowed out on that side, like a famine victim. Still, at this particular moment, he wasn't shy or withdrawn about his appearance. Just practical.
Turning his head to see Ellie in the doorway, Fel smiled lop-sidedly. Good to be seen. How you doing, Sil--wait. Maybe we should actually make names, now that nobody's actually shooting at us. I'm Fel. Galdaart Fel. And what can I call you guys? a pause... to both Ellie and Ami-Lee so... where are we? We been paid yet? ...and where's the Spear?
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jan 22, 2018 15:51:48 GMT -8
*Ellie scanned the man over. He was standing, that was good news, but he still looked pretty beat up. Then the questions came, that was natural though for what he had been through. "Ellie, Ellie Ordo. We're above Umgul. No we haven't been paid." *The Spear. Ellie knew that question would come up. A man like Fel would wonder about the fate of his vessel, it was part if him after all.* "Fel..we had to leave the Spear behind. I'm sorry. We just couldn't pilot both ships and waiting around wasn't an option."
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jan 22, 2018 19:05:31 GMT -8
Ordo, huh? So you're really Mando? Fel nodded. Can't say that I've run with too many who wear the Beskar'gam before. Thanks -- for back there, on Kessel. Without you, I'm not sure we'd have made it out with our skins. I owe you for that one. Fel did up his pants, and rummaged through a few lockers before pulling out a crew-member's shirt. It must have belonged to a maintenance crew-member previously. The shirt was blue, and the elbows were worn through. On the right breast it bore a patch which read 'Miguel.' It seemed to be a good fit, and Galdaart buttoned it up, turning up the sleeves to midway up his forearms. Umgul, you say... been awhile. Don't think anybody here needs me dead over anythin'. In fact... I think I got my eye here... he absently traces the four scars at 3, 6, 9, and 12 o'clock around his cybernetic eye.
Can't say I blame you for leavin' the Spear. She served well, but it's not like she was bought and paid for. Fireblast... I don't even recall where I stole her. Last months have been a might hairy. If there's time and need, I can make time to go get her. Not like too many people in the deepest darkest forests of Varonat be out looking for a D5 Mantis. We leave her there, chances are she'll be sittin' there long after we're dust. He shrugs, and retrieves his gun-belt, affixing it around his hips. Now... on the other hand, payment is something I'll need to speak to the Mark about. Here's hoping he can make good. I'd really hate to have done all that rescuing, just to shoot the some-bitch.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jan 22, 2018 19:30:02 GMT -8
*Ellie grinned at Fel's comment.
Killing the person who was supposed to pay them did seem counter productive.* "I can always run you back once I pick up the Gladiator. I have her in lock up right now."
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jan 23, 2018 12:05:34 GMT -8
When Galdaart Fel, as she came to learn his full name was spoke, she turned around again, having given him his privacy to dress, and she eyed him critically, pursing her lips into a severe line. She didn't really think he should be off his feet this soon, there were too many variables to the treatment, and Blastonecrosis was generally fatal. Aggravating his injuries with activity was not a good way to make a full recovery. But she wasn't going to tell him what to do, only recommend the best course of action.
“If you're feelin' better than you have in months,” said Amy in a low tone, “but also feelin' like ya might fall apart any minute...you'll need way more rest than you're allowin' yourself right now...”
She went over to one of the cabinets and pulled out a syringe of nano-meds, entered some data from the bioscanner into it, and programmed the nanites. While she got the treatment ready for Fel, she heard Ellie come in, and let the two talk, though she did briefly interject with her name and a small quip, “Forgot my name already? Ami-Lee Westar.”
While Ellie conversed with Fel, the Corellian decided to make that meal she promised everyone. Nothing fancy, but good, and simple. Heading out from the Sickbay with a muttered promise to be right back, she entered the galley and fished out the food packets she had bought from the cities while in Varonat. These were particularly well flavoured freeze-dried and compressed supplies, ideal for ships going on long journeys. Each pack had meat, potatoes, grain and even gravy for flavouring. She had the packs exposed to air and the one that she unsealed immediately began to heat up and grow, until the pack bulged with the contents, and thin wisps of steam rose from the hole at the top. Grabbing one for herself and three more that she didn't open, she returned to the Sickbay, holding out the opened and ready pack for Fel to take.
“At least eat this, if you're gonna run around doing things.” she told him, then turned to give one pack to Ellie, “Just peel the top open. When it's exposed to the air it sets itself up to be a full meal. Here, have some water too, both of you. Oh, and Fel? Here.” She took out the nano-med syringe and gave it to him, “It's set to deal with the wound. Nano-technology. It's quite efficient, but slower than Bacta. It'll at least help seal it up first though, so you won't keep feeling like yer guts're gonna spill out.”
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Jan 23, 2018 19:22:18 GMT -8
Janos hit the door control for his room - originally belonging to some department chief, and thus having its own bed, desk, and dresser, albeit in cramped quarters. His clothes had been strung out across the room haphazardly; Janos having stripped himself and promptly falling face first into the bed for the first half of their trip. Muttering to himself, stripping out of his ship uniform, he pulled on his black pants and socks, followed by his black knee-high boots. He paused, then, looking at his utility belt. The vast majority of his lockbreakers, bypasses, micropoints, and other thieving gear would raise a lot of questions; he could sneak it by, or try to, but it was a huge risk. There were, however, a few other options.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he fished a small case out of his jacket's breast pocket - and after putting in a brief code, unlocked the case to access its contents. Retinal disguisers, fingerprint masques, about eight blank identicards, and most impressive of all - a Flesh Camouflage Suite by Illicit Electronics. Oddly enough, to the side of the case was a small stylus, and, of all items, an artificial finger. Taking the stylus, Janos activated the small device, which emitted a slight hum, and brought the edge of the device against his left index finger. Nearly instantly, the artificial synthflesh there dissolved away, revealing a matching prosthetic finger.
"Been a long time since I've had to break this out." Janos muttered to himself as he twisted and then detached the prosthetic from his hand. Jashin, once underestimating the sharpness of his canines and the strength of his alien physiology, had once bet Janos to put his finger in his mouth; if Janos could remove his own finger before Jashin bit down, Jashin would pay Janos a hundred or so credits. Needless to say, the bet had not gone well. Ever since, Janos had worn a disguised prosthetic on his left hand, and few - even himself, sometimes - could tell the difference. More than this, Janos liked to wear a specialized prosthetic that was part cyberjack, and part digital lockpick. Essentially, when needed, the finger could act as a scomp link, and allow him to interface with most universal sockets - allowing him to disable security systems and slice into computers. Barring a universal socket, the finger had a handful of tools that were useful in breaking physical and electronic locks. Coated in sensor baffling alloys and materials, the finger would show up as a regular prosthetic on scanners and sensors: nevertheless, Janos had replaced the finger with a low-grade and unshielded replacement during his time at Kessel. He had figured that the prison would deactivate every single one of his implants - and seeing as how the finger was the only one on the outside of his body, he had feared they might just destroy it. He wasn't about to pay another hundred grand for a finger.
Inserting the cyberjack into the socket on his hand, he twisted the prosthetic until it locked into place with a loud click; almost instantly, he gagged as sensation flooded into his senses - and then proceeded to vomit across the floor as menu options for various anti-security devices became available. "Oh...oh I hate that feeling..." Wiping his mouth, spitting several times onto the ground - hey, it wasn't his ship - he reached for the rest of his clothes. A gray long-sleeved turtleneck, his navy blue thigh-length field jacket, and his utility belt, sans compartments save for its chromium buckle rounded out the ensemble. Wrapping his leather holster around his waist, he eyed his trusty blaster reproachfully. There was no way a military grade blaster was going to get through customs. But... In the corner, the room's old inhabitant's belongings had been heaped into a pile. Among them, a Defender-5 sporting blaster was among them - a light-grade weapon that couldn't pierce the hull plating in a million years. Walking over to the pile, picking up the blaster, Janos bounced it in his hand, inspecting it closer. Seemed the previous owner had made a few modifications. Had shortened the barrel, for one, and had installed some heftier galven circuitry for a heavier pattern. While closer to a medium blaster, it was still on the light side. Despite that, the weapon's smooth lines and aristocratic aesthetic appealed to Janos; and, with a shrug, he holstered the weapon and grabbed a few spare power packs.
Leaving everything else behind - except for the disguise case - Janos walked down the hall back toward the bridge. Syncing his jacket's collar comm to the ship system, he spoke to the rest as he walked. "Alright, we've got some work to do before we go through customs. Everyone meet me at the bridge - we need someone to land as well."
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jan 23, 2018 20:27:40 GMT -8
Fel was just finishing strapping on his gun belt at the sound of the comm -- a little odd, considering in the last decade, he'd gotten used to ships that were small enough that he could yell pretty much the length of the vessel. Gratefully grabbing the heat 'n eat from Ami-Lee, along with the nano-syringe, he took a bite of the warm, neutral-tasting munch-bag, and smiled appreciatively, speaking with mouth full. Soundsh like he meansh it. Better go shee munch, munch what the plan ish. He didn't wait on ceremony, and walked out into the hall beyond the medlab, gunbelt half done up and pistol flapping at his side, pants half done up, water bottle under his arm, and syringe clenched 'tween his teeth.
Oh, and doc... Amy? Thanks.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jan 23, 2018 20:53:31 GMT -8
*Ellie thanked Ami as she took the food from her. She couldn't remember the last time she actually had a decent meal. Being tight on credits and constantly on the move made such pleasantries difficult. Janos's request made her raise an eyebrow in curiosity. She couldn't wait to hear what work he was talking about. Shaking her head, she followed after Fel.*
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jan 24, 2018 10:31:51 GMT -8
“Don't mention it,” Was Amy's reply to Fel with a small smile. Upon hearing the call from Janos, Amy bundled three bottles of water under one arm, holding three more packs in the other hand, and headed after the scarred man and Ellie, intending to ensure Melia, Janos and herself had food in them too. When they reached the bridge, she casually tossed the food pack to the Janos, “Here, catch.” she said, then gave him the bottle of water as she drew nearer, then stood near the pilot's station and leaned against the chair, “So what's up?”
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Jan 25, 2018 0:22:44 GMT -8
When they reached the bridge, she casually tossed the food pack to the Janos, “Here, catch.” she said, then gave him the bottle of water as she drew nearer, then stood near the pilot's station and leaned against the chair, “So what's up?” "We've been cleared to land, though with some conditions; we'll be under intense scrutiny, in a high-security environment. This ship will be submitted to a search, and we ourselves will have to personally pass through customs." Janos gave Mel and Fel a meaningful eye. "Now, I'm sure like my fellow criminals and scoundrels, that most of us here would rather avoid being thrown into a prison cell...so here's the thing." Setting down the case, Janos took out two sets of pre-made disguises, including face masks, synthflesh putty, flesh glue, genetic applicators, and color-crawlers. "I have enough material for two complete disguises. Which should probably go to those who are most wanted. Those who are least wanted get some touch up, and get to act." Setting down the case and the materials, Janos shrugged. "Or you can stay on the ship. It should be a quick job...find Val, get the info, fly to Jash. Everyone who needs pay gets pay: including myself." |
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jan 25, 2018 6:54:09 GMT -8
*Great, intense security, that's all Ellie was looking forward to. Getting her pay for this job was becoming a gauntlet of sorts.*
*Ellie arched an eyebrow when Janos mentioned disguises. She began eyeing all the stuff he laid out in front of them. Where he got this stuff and why he had it was a question for another time.* "Sooo....how do we define who's the most wanted? By number of crimes? Bounty price? Maybe systems we're not allowed in."
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jan 25, 2018 11:42:21 GMT -8
Odd as it was, Amy did not consider herself a criminal, nor did she know if she was wanted in various systems. Yes, she was wanted by the Empire and then the First Order, but they would want someone if they so much as blinked wrong, and truth be told, if not for them, she'd have been contentedly whiling her life away on a ranch on Corellia, tending to the animals or trading with merchants...but either way, the situation now didn't overly worry her, as she found being a doctor allowed her access most of the time. She only hoped her weapons would be allowed as she wasn't prepared to part with them for anything.
“I'm wanted by th' Empire and th' First Order. For existing.” said Amy, her tone dry.
She turned her attention to Fel, “You wanna get dressed up? I can fly us down in the meantime.” She didn't need a disguise.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jan 26, 2018 19:05:20 GMT -8
Fel shook his head. Kark that. Me & disguises is like a drunk Gungan on a tightrope. Bound to fail -- just a question of how spectacularly. I'll take my chances. Besides... pointing to his appropriated shirt, complete with nametag my name's "Miguel." He leaned against the wall inside the door to the bridge, eyeing the consoles. Besides, I might only be good for two things on this leg of the journey. Landing, and taking off again. One the ground, I tend to be less useful. Let me do the one thing I'm good at, so that when it all goes wrong once I'm planetside, my piloting looks even more outstanding by comparison...
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jan 27, 2018 16:24:26 GMT -8
*So, nobody was going with a disguise then. She wasn't surprised honestly. Shaking her head, she stepped back some.* "I'm good. I'd rather face my problems head on anyway."
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jan 29, 2018 13:07:13 GMT -8
Amy gave a short soft exhale that was almost a short chuckle at Fel's remarks. She eyed everyone in the room with a considering look. They all were fairly battered, even after her ministrations, but this was the best they could do, and they were heading for the Force only knows what. She straightened up from her leaning position and as she passed Fel, patted him on the shoulder gently, “I get the feeling you're more useful than ya give yourself credit for, but I'm in agreement. The ship's yours.”
She nodded at the other two, “I'm gonna go grab my stuff. Hey, Fel, if you need, that BB-unit's a decent assistant, just be careful when you walk and he's rollin' around.”
With that, she took her leave and headed back to her chosen personal quarters, where she retrieved her blasters, and added her knives and daggers into her sleeves, shoulder pockets and boots. Hopefully, Umgul is developed enough to have scanners and trackers so she can declare her weapons without having to surrender them. She decided to leave the grenade and explosives for the time being, and picked up her duster, hat and a medical kit, small enough that she can wear it on her back under the duster. She liked being prepared.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Jan 29, 2018 21:54:03 GMT -8
"I...what? Are you people insane?" Just as Fel piloted his ship, Ami-Lee healed, and Ellie battered people into a pulp, so did Janos lie and cheat and hide; it was his nature. The very idea that someone didn't want to conceal their identity and nature was horribly and deeply convoluted to him. Looking down at the materials in hand, Janos weakly held them out to those present. "I...you...disguises!" And good ones, to boot. Flex-masks that were so realistic, that one couldn't even tell by eyesight or touch that it wasn't real flesh. Genetic maskers, for concealing ones DNA. Fake retina scans, dermatoglyphic patterns, even vocal synthesizers. "You...you...agh!" It was honestly beyond him. And when they got caught or shot, he wasn't going back for them.
This, too, was a lie.
Huffing to himself, he turned on his heel, heading to the refresher. Once inside, he took the mask and carefully placed it over his face - then began meticulously affixing it with flesh-glue. Using synthskin putty, he rounded out his jaw line and neck, applying makeup where necessary - using a pack of color crawlers, he dyed his hair a convincing shade of gray. Rolling his eyes upward, he slipped retinal contacts over his eyes, now disguised as rheumy and cataract ridden. Flesh disguises for the hands and feet, hyper realistic, were overlaid over his own hands and feet, put in place with flesh-glue like the mask, and then decorated with rather convincing warts and skin blotches, followed by a set of false teeth. Tapping his throat, he activated the vocal synthesizer, coughing slightly at the buzzing feeling it made at his throat. Stooping over, he tore off a towel fixture that looked the part of a chromium cane. And, finally done, he hobbled out of the refresher to the main deck.
An old and frail looking human male greeted those in the command section, his eyes barely seeing - as the man's squinting visage was a testament to. Limbs shaking, a toothless smile - the decaying smile of the elderly - greeted Jano's friends, along with a quaking finger pointed at Ellie. "Ohhhh...I'm going to make you the seventh misses Rosenblatzz!" Janos topped the line with a hair raising cackle - quickly shuffling towards the pair. "Better make for the ground! These old bones be shaking for some excitement! Come on now, big money, big money!"
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