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May 16, 2016 15:17:39 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 16, 2016 15:17:39 GMT -8
Aya was about to reply before pausing for a second.
-Aya
There seems to be some sort of commotion going on in connection with the ship you arrived on.
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May 16, 2016 22:18:32 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 16, 2016 22:18:32 GMT -8
Meeka seemed to nod in satisfaction before gripping his shirt with her teeth and pulling him up, with a little toss so he'd bounce once or twice on the bed. Then in a sudden playful fashion, the tailring began leaping and bounding around the bed happily, eventually diving under a pillow and poking her head out to peer at Zee quizically. |
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May 17, 2016 7:58:39 GMT -8
Post by Raven Alora on May 17, 2016 7:58:39 GMT -8
Meeka blinked a few times, peering at the thing now in Zee's grasp. She tilted her head curiously and slowly crawled out from under the pillow, sitting down before the tiny human and peering down at him and his new white fluffy thing. Maybe she could eat it.....
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May 17, 2016 11:54:10 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 17, 2016 11:54:10 GMT -8
NCO considered his options, he wasn't particularly eager to keep playing middle man while the crew sorted their interpersonal relations though things seemed to be settling down... still He did need to see to these other things sooner as opposed to later, he'd been putting it all off for far to long already. A side trip at this point seemed inevitable. As Aya spoke up about the crew causing some altercation or another, he clicked his flat teeth together and tilted his head inquisitively to one side.
"Sufficient disturbance to accidentally have the ship reduced to cinders? And Either way, I do need to see to the other items, so I'll detour here for a bit and then we'll see where the sample issue stands, before I decide to regroup or continue the detour. Sinina, do you want to head back to the crew or tag along, your choice?"
I doubted the crew was causing any serious trouble, since Aya was mentioning it in passing as opposed sending us to pack them up and get them moving in some other direction. Still, I could dream couldn't I? Maybe these shabla Jetii weren't the worst of the bunch, but they weren't exactly the cream of the crop either in NCO's mind so their deaths would rid the galaxy of one more handful of the self-proclaimed gods of the galaxy. It didn't matter to NCO if the gods thought themselves protectors or conquerors they always made life harder for the beings they claimed as servant-constituents, and their troops were always expendable.
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May 17, 2016 13:43:47 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 17, 2016 13:43:47 GMT -8
-Aya
Other items in the Citadel? Or just while you are on planet?
If he was planning on making a trip to the Citadel, Aya would need to set up the clearances for his guest. Of course, she planned to tag along either way, she didn't see much of her brother due to work.
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May 17, 2016 20:04:16 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 17, 2016 20:04:16 GMT -8
Meeka blinked a few times, peering at the thing now in Zee's grasp. She tilted her head curiously and slowly crawled out from under the pillow, sitting down before the tiny human and peering down at him and his new white fluffy thing. Maybe she could eat it..... |
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Post by Raven Alora on May 18, 2016 19:21:54 GMT -8
Meeka looked down curiously at the soft ends of the staff as one of them bopped her in the chest. She'd never really been attacked before, by anything, and really didn't know how the game worked. But those round ends looked very enticing.
Bending her head down, she opened her mouth, displaying several sharp teeth before clamping her tiny jaws down on one end of his staff- the one which had bopped her, and began happily chewing on it with a content expression.
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May 20, 2016 20:42:02 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 20:42:02 GMT -8
Zee would have jumped back in fear as Meeka displayed her impressive teeth, had it not been for the fact she bit down on the end of his staff. However, he was overcome with annoyance, as she had just ruined a perfectly fine weapon. Spinning the cotton bud staff around, he gripped just above the broken end with one hand and bopped her on the tip of the snout with the still intact end
"Oi! No eating!"
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May 21, 2016 14:01:59 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on May 21, 2016 14:01:59 GMT -8
*Sinina listened quietly to their talking, she felt like she'd made herself sound bad enough in her knowledge of their house. She bit her lip softly as she thinks to herself about how things have gone so far, a tinge of her early anger rising to surface again for just a moment before she again lets it go. She sighs softly as she looks up at NCO.*
Well.. Seeing as how no one, not even Loki who brought me along, has spoken to me, or seems to have missed me, I don't see any reason to head back in any particular hurry..
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May 21, 2016 17:52:49 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 21, 2016 17:52:49 GMT -8
"Don't take it personal kid, use it your advantage. In my experience it's always better to be unnoticeable than to be unable to hide." I watch the young woman carefully for a moment, wondering if she felt the need to smash something else in the immediate future. If she did she didn't let on, good lass, I turn my attention back to Aya. "Citadel was what I had in mind, I'm not aware of a need to do anything else in town."
NCO sent a short data burst back to the ship. Indicating that he and Sinina were running a side job down, and would catch up with the crew at a later date. He almost told them to at least try to avoid trouble, but knew it'd be ignored at best, so he refrained. He signaled the waiter to bring the check and clear the table.
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May 22, 2016 18:22:45 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 22, 2016 18:22:45 GMT -8
There, of course, wasn't a bill. All the cost had already been covered when Aya had hastily set up the meeting. Yet another benefit of being Royalty. On the way out of the door, a figure clad in red armour joins the group silently. One of the Praetorian. On actually exiting the restaurant, another falls into step with the first. The road outside the restaurant was far too narrow & winding for a vehicle to fit in. So the little group made its way, at the silent direction of the Praetorians, toward one of the major streets nearby. Waiting there where two more of the red clad Praetorians, the last of Aya's personal guard. Resting in the street behind them was a truly imposing vehicle. The HAVr A9 Floating Fortress was effectively an slightly more compact AT-AT walker mounted on repulsors instead of legs. It made for a rather strong statement about anyone trying to attack the occupants of the craft, which made it an exceptional armoured transport for VIPs. Once boarded the craft would navigate out of the city before looping around to the massive Clan stronghold known as the Citadel.==AT THE CITADEL== Most transfers into & out of the Citadel happened at very regular & infrequent timing. This was a security measure as this massive structure coordinated the efforts of all the smaller Sector Citadels spread across clan space. Royal craft however where an exception to that ruling. Passing through the switch-back heavy path in nearly hundred meter thick structure that was the outer curtain wall, the vehicle passed into the inner courtyard. It was a kilometer from the base of the Outer Wall to the base of the massive spire. There was no other way into the Citadel but to cross this completely open area. A massive kill zone for any foolish enough to attempt the crossing.Soon enough the vehicle was parked in the private vehicle bay reserved for royal house craft. As she was back in the 'safety' of the most heavily fortified structure belonging to the clan, two of her Praetorians quietly vanished again. Leaving only two of the mute bodyguards. -Aya So, where to first on the royal level? Your office or my workshop?
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May 23, 2016 17:05:15 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 23, 2016 17:05:15 GMT -8
NCO nodded to himself, belatedly, of course Aya had already taken care of it. She never missed a detail, in anything she did. Only the extremely abstract caused her any trouble at all, which was a very rare thing. He also noted each praetorian as they arrived, He'd ditched his compliment back on Bastion, but he had a feeling they'd show up soon enough. Being royalty meant he had to at least attempt to tolerate them, when possible. He'd guessed that bringing his own small army when signing on to the crew would be seen in negative light. Now that he was more acquainted with the crew; he was very glad that he'd ditched them, even if only for the sake of the ever more cramped crew quarters. Oh well, the shabla Jetii had a habit of collecting random strays, especially when they themselves were uncertain of their own path. History had show their proclivity for such activity enough times for NCO to notice.
These were the things that filtered through NCO's head as the transport made the relatively short journey to the Citadel. Upon arrival he returned to the present, and responded to Aya's query with no hesitation, and very little consideration.
My office is little more than a closet, it holds things that are rarely used until they are needed. Workshop it is, I've kept you waiting long enough I suppose.
My tone clearly conveys that I felt that I hadn't kept Aya waiting nearly long enough, but there was nothing for it now. I may be quite adept at dodge unpleasant responsibilities, but I'm too much a family man to put it off forever. And besides, he needed to upload a few of the latest updates on the Venous projects that he currently had saved to his own beskar'gam's systems. But that wouldn't take long and he could do that on the way out, so he'd manage that later.
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May 23, 2016 18:42:55 GMT -8
Post by Raven Alora on May 23, 2016 18:42:55 GMT -8
A little irritated squeak shot from the dragon as her eyes popped opened and she narrowed them at Zee. Pulling the puffy cotton piece she'd chewed off closer to herself, she arched her back and glared defensibly. She showed her teeth again, but this time, her eyes were on Zee, and not on the cotton stick.
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May 24, 2016 18:44:16 GMT -8
Post by Vash'Ur Nam'Aser on May 24, 2016 18:44:16 GMT -8
Ok, well, that answered a few questions...but raised a few more. Before Adi could even speak, however, *and thankfully, because he had no CLUE who the BRD was talking about*, Raxxie entered the cargo bay. Apparently, she had been watching the goings on via the ship's cams.
"That would be me, Mr White. I assume your 'employer' isVash'Ur Nam'Aser? I know him. I went to Theed to sniff him out to look for =this= arsehole." Raxxie thumbed at Adi, and shrugged. "Obviously, we didn't find him...but he knew I was there. Why didn't he try to contact me earlier? He's not still sore about me leaving, is he?"
Meanwhile, Adi was standing in stunned silence while Raxana spoke. She had been looking for him? How had they ended up on Naboo at the same exact time, then? The Arkanian's face showed his confusion, and the Zabrak woman just shook her head and smiled.
"Told ya, you had a debt to pay to this crew...and the Cap'n. He saved your bacon, now you have to finish what you started....Skylar." She chuckled at his attempt to hoodwink her upon their first meeting. To be frank, she never thought she'd find the guy again, let alone coerce him into staying on to help the crew out. Now, the ship was filled with people who knew him, or were there because of him...including the one that looked strikingly like her father. She had been avoiding talking to him for that very reason...it creeped her out, and she didn't like it one bit.
"We don't have much to offer at the moment, but we most definitely could use a good slicer...seeing as ours jumped ship back on Bastion. Think your 'employer' could find it in his heart to help out an old flame, Mr White?" She -knew- Vash was watching, so her comment was directed pretty much at him. She smiled sweetly, and cocked her head. Blinking once, she sat on a crate. |
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May 26, 2016 17:09:03 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on May 26, 2016 17:09:03 GMT -8
I suppose... I guess I'm not used to being unnoticed... on Naboo it was rate to even get a moment alone to be in peace. Though, If that one calls me filth again, she will find herself in a world of hurt.
*She stands up as they get up, a pleased smile on her face as she thought about what she would do to the woman, she wasn't about to stand for people calling her such things. She follows quietly, not having noticed the others that seemed to be an honour guard before. She tilts her head at them then to Aya, she didn't say anything though. She laced her fingers together behind her, just taking in the sights and learning as much as she could so she wouldn't shove her foot in her mouth again.*
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May 27, 2016 2:06:28 GMT -8
Post by Fire Matango on May 27, 2016 2:06:28 GMT -8
It took considerable time and effort, but it utterly paid off. "It" generally referring to the fact that someone was so bloody busy that she couldn't even take a moment until recently to write for one Captain Fire Matango, everyone's most favourite lady pirate of the seven galaxies. Well, she would be everyone's favourite...if everyone even knew who Captain Fire Matango was. The once former captain of the dreaded Fiery Pearl, a modified MC40a light cruiser painted in her infamous colours, and again, this would probably be true if anyone had truly ever been pirated by the pirate lady. It was most likely her word against anyone's, but this was all just a means to pass the time until everyone was utterly confused and wondering what the kriff was going on. Still got no clue? Well...
Long story short, Sapphire Zsalamanda, or Fire for short, had been stranded on Honoghr for the longest time. Well, stranded wasn't the most appropriate word. After all, a lot of good things happened to her upon her fateful crashing on that planet. First off, she made a good deal through occasional pilferings of valuables and belongings, but a surprising bit more through location and resale of an unusual number of artifacts and precious stones. Who knew that the Deus Ex Machina crystal detector would be such a boon to her? Well, someone knew, obviously, but never mind that, pay attention to the fact that this is going somewhere hopefuly interesting maybe someday.
Moderately long story short, from there, Fire had an encounter with one Adiemus Matango, in whom she actually found a kind of kindred spirit, and somehow got herself included into his family, gaining the surname of Matango, which was another boon to her, since no one knew of Fire Matango...yet. Well, the Jedi kept her in line (sort of) and clean (literally...they made her bathe at least once a week, and it wasn't pleasant for anyone involved), and she even helped out at the medical centre voluntarily, but her life was going no where really fast, and she was no closer to procuring a vessel and crew to go in pursuit of Captain Borias and her treacherous crew, who had all thrown her off her own ship. Ah, now we get to the interesting bits. Hope you weren't starting to yawn over there.
Eventually going full time into her little business of selling high value crystals, the young woman eventually amassed enough wealth to purchase a ship and a few protocol droids. Taking just one droid with her, she left the rest to continue running her business on Honoghr as a means of a stable income, plus, people seemed to enjoy her jewel crafting skills. Of course she wasn't going to tell them she had little elves that came out at night to do all the crafting for her, she just provided the raw materials and this was really an unnecessary thing to mention but you just read it all anyway...
Finally, with a souped up VCX-100 light freighter that she named Fireball, and the accompanying VCX-series auxiliary starfighter Spitfire, she took back to the stars, on a quest to the Force knows where. That was the perfect sum of it. Her string of good fortune seemingly left behind on Honoghr, the little pirate lady had been lost but good. She took to hopping across planets, occasionally robbing robbers to make ends meet. She was almost a bounty hunter already, what with collecting rewards on wanted criminals. Most wouldn't know it when they looked at her, but the woman was mean with a lightfoil, and surprisingly good in the Makashi lightsabre form. She was also handy with a blaster, and while she moved like a drunk, often caught her enemies off guard in such a manner.
This style of living eventually led her to Etti IV, where if you could believe it, she was doing nothing other than lounging on top of the dorsal laser cannon turret of her ship, catching some sun. This was mainly because someone had no idea of what else to do with her, and so left her to work on her tan, in full pirate gear, which left her completely covered in men's clothing way too large for her from head to toe, because her hat counted as attire. Her ginormous hat. Of course, now that she was here, things were about to change, and that was always a welcome thing for Fire. She sat up and glanced about, smiling at nothing in particular, as she stared thoughtfully in a particular direction, most interested at something going on.
But you knew that was going to happen...
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 30, 2016 19:48:14 GMT -8
The Royal Level wasn't really a single level. Instead it was a open common areas, obviously well cared for, if seldom used. Each of the common areas rose several several decks high, with a curving walkway spiraling up from the ground floor to the ceiling high above. Several smaller platforms hung suspended above the main area as well. Lining the curving arc of the walkway were regularly spaced doors, nearly a hundred could be seen from the entrance to the area, with a likely equal number hidden by the group's location. Three larger doors, sealed shut, hinted at additional chambers identical to this once further in.
All but four of the 'room' doors were still sealed off, waiting for future members of the House of Dizen to decorate & furnish them to their personal desires. Carved into the mantle above the first three doors were names. The first was Z'har, then Marcos, Aya & then Noncom. Heading toward the blast door marked with her own name, The door opened automatically as it sensed her approach. Like all the other suites, this one was a central hallway framed by five rooms on either side. Just inside the blast door was a low set rack for holding footwear. Quickly slipping out of her own shoes, Aya continued down the hall.
Aya had decided on a rock & water theme for most of her living space in her suite. The floor of the hall, & indeed most of the other rooms, was tiled in a careful mosaic of river stones gathered from dozens of different planets & then fitted together to paint a single multi-room picture of a stormy sea, hints monstrous shadows & shapes included. The walls & ceiling of the barrel vaulted hall was rough cut stones, studded with crystals & gems of worth varying from dirt cheap to breathtakingly expensive. The lighting was indirect with the sources very carefully & cleverly hid within the stone work to give the illusion of light seemingly flowing from the stones & gems themselves. The second door on the left, however, led to the single room that did not continue the aesthetic theme.
Aya's lab was done in the Kaminoan style, with the only sparks of colour being the various objects littering the workbench along one wall. Accessing the terminal that served as the main interface for her experiments & tests, Aya lowered a white, glossy metal slab from the ceiling. Pointing at the slab, she simply commanded.
-Aya
Sit.
Not bothering to see if the Gungan complied, she hooked up the data sampler from earlier into her terminal, letting it get started on the new information gathered.
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Jun 8, 2016 19:48:00 GMT -8
Post by Anna on Jun 8, 2016 19:48:00 GMT -8
to who ever is looking at the nav computer on the bride, of the Wayward Sun, a large array of numbers scrolled across the screen, apparently on a repeat cycle.
private Vector3 ConvertWordCor2TerrCor(Vector3 wordCor)
{
Vector3 vecRet = new Vector3();
Terrain ter = Terrain.activeTerrain;
Vector3 terPosition = ter.transform.position;
vecRet.x = ((wordCor.x - terPosition.x) / ter.terrainData.size.x) * ter.terrainData.alphamapWidth;
vecRet.z = ((wordCor.y - terPosition.z) / ter.terrainData.size.z) * ter.terrainData.alphamapHeight;
return vecRet;
}
After a few run throughs however, the space between scrolling began to grow wider- eventually lasting a full minute before the numbers appeared again, before stopping all together.
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Jun 8, 2016 20:05:33 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on Jun 8, 2016 20:05:33 GMT -8
*Sinina had followed them as she hadn't been told to go away, she had wandered behind them fairly awestruck, growing up mostly on Naboo she had seen some beautiful buildings, but this was impressive. She gazed around her, managing to keep a graceful look about her even as she paid little attention to where her steps fell as she went. She snaps out of her revere as Aya's command came from her lips, The young woman quickly sits, barely smoothing out the long flowing dress she wore as she did, she ignored the jolt to her tailbone as she found herself sitting so quickly. She looks up at Aya, her eyes focused on the woman and ignoring the rest of the room about them.*
Yes, Ma'am.
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Jun 8, 2016 21:29:59 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Jun 8, 2016 21:29:59 GMT -8
Raxxie had wandered back to the cockpit, seeing that everyone was getting along. They could give her the synopsis later, after all the chitchat was over. She truly hated idle banter. She had been reclining in her seat, JUST about to nod off, when the nav computer went absolutely haywire....
And it hadn't even been turned -on- at the time it was spewing out these coordinates. They were in computer language...but upon turning the actual system on, the Zabrak could see that they were for a location here on Etti IV. So why were they streaming into the navigation system of the Son? Sighing, she brought up the visual data on the location that the odd transmission. As she did this, the signal began to weaken...and drop off. Luckily, she was able to bring up the data on the system, allowing it to be saved in the database.
Overhead visual showed what everything else showed...bumps and rocky outcrops covered in moss....a few larger 'hills' could be considered mountains...but one of them looked oddly different. It almost looked like there was the barrel of a weapon sticking up. Zooming in, Raxxie confirmed what she thought it was. Whoever put it there had it camouflaged well...and they didn't want it found. Scanning more closely in the general vicinity, finding several more buildings, and various defensive emplacements around the weapon. Why would someone put that out here like that, all alone, apparently for no good reason?
They didn't....that's why.
Opening the zoom a bit to include the locations further out, she found two more of the weapons laid out in a pattern. She then noticed a glint of silver in one of the other images as well, and discovered what they were protecting. It was a rather large blast door in the side of one of the nearby mountains. The image had caught a small ship flying toward it, and the door was slightly ajar, negating the camouflage pattern. Things were getting stranger and stranger by the moment.
Getting a hard copy of the location, and the original message from the navcomputer, Raxxie made for the hangar at a rapid clip. It didn't even take a minute before she burst into the hangar where the others were still having their little pow-wow."You guys may want to have a look at this. A strange set of coordinates came through the navicomputer a few minutes ago, and this is what they are pointing to. Scans show that its not a military base for any faction located here, at least not one that wants it known they are operating here. It came through in a very odd computer format. You don't see it unless you are directly 'talking' to a computer. Here...let me show you what the visuals found."She pointed out the three turbolaser towers, and their point defense...along with the door into the mountain."I heard a little of your conversation about the turbolaser in the big guy's vision. This fits. Its too uncanny not to. I think its at least worth a look. Won't be easy to get in, though....it looks pretty heavily guarded, and that is just in the anti-air department. Who -knows- what else is crawling around down there?
Anyone got any ideas?"Adi had sat quietly listening to the others discussing how best to employ Mr. White, when Raxxie burst in. When she asked if anyone had any ideas, Adi figured it was time to show her what he had been planning for a while now. While the crew was on Bastion, Adi had Gregory re-assemble the parts for something that he had been working on since the defeat on Carida...and put them in the ship. Simply taking control of repair droids that did the basic maintenance at the spaceport was easy enough, as was placing the pieces around the ship in the most inconspicuous of areas.
It was time to show them his contingency plan if things went south. This was fast becoming one of those times.
He stood up from the crate he had been sitting on. Grinning wide, he stepped a little away from the rest of the crew, as to give him some room for what he was about to do."Yeah....I have one. MICRO...do it." Running off from his position on the crate where he had been beside Adi, MICRO vanished into one of the corridors. The Arkanian then pressed a few keys on his wrist com, and threw his arms out to the side. "You guys are gonna love this!"Out of seemingly nowhere, a gauntlet flew toward Adi, and latched over his right hand, followed by a second...which covered his left. A long moment passed, and several plates shot toward Adieumus, covering his chest and back in armor plating. The pieces then starting coming faster...his arms, legs, boots...all flew in from different locations in the ship, and all of them came together with a rather resounding 'clink'...and formed a very tough, black, armored shell around Matango. This was the newest form of the CLoWDS armor platform...the Ghost Angel. Its sensor array, weapon systems, active camo...all were upgraded, and integrated into the advanced powered battle armor.
The final piece of the suit came in from behind Adi, and snapped around the front of his neck. It then extended plates up behind his head, wrapping from his ears back. When the visor came down, it was much different than any other previously used. It was the mask that Adi had retrieved from the rubble of the Dark Tide HQ....modified to fit as the faceplate of the newest incarnation of this wicked piece of military hardware. As the visor came down, the eyes flashed red, and Adi's voice came out in a mechanical tone.::"We up and running, Gregory?"::::Aye, sir. Five by five. All systems in the green. Power level at 102 percent.::::"Good. Where'd you store the cat droid?"::::In your quarters. I figure it needs a good charge cycle anyway. Besides, I was getting tired of licking my butt as a side effect of my programming. Quite humiliating. It's good to be back in something bipedal.::Adi laughed. It never failed...the A-AI system rarely failed to make him chuckle. He turned to the crew, dropping his arms to his sides.::"Gregory and I can handle the turbolaser towers, and the point defense...but someone else is gonna have to hit the hangar entrance to keep the heat off me. Won't be easy, either. Raxxie is right...there's bound to be plenty of nasty little surprises. Whoever goes, they need to know what they are doing, and what they are getting into. We don't have an army, or troops backing us up...it'll be us, and that's it.
So...who wants to take -that- mission on?"::There wasn't a meek soul among them, but it would most certainly be a daunting task. Right about now, Adi was wishing that the bucketbunny hadn't run off so suddenly...Sure, he was a Mandalorian, but that meant he was going to be pretty solid in a fight. Firepower and brains would be exceptionally handy right now. Besides, the more on the operation, the smoother it would go.
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