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Apr 2, 2014 11:30:05 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 2, 2014 11:30:05 GMT -8
The present Major General looks up at the Major and then at her hand. He reaches up, giving her handshake a firm response. It had been a pleasure to deal with the Empire, at least now the Remnant stood a chance of surviving and those within the Remnant would have more work to do than sitting around in the Deep Core.
After the Major had spoken with Gideon Raith, he approaches the two with Valstrol Horica approaching as well. Nicademus looks at the two for a moment before speaking to them.
Now for the trip to Kuat, should I follow you in my own craft or have the pleasure of being aboard one of your fine vessels? My fleet has orders to meet us at Kuat for any sort of inspection and rearmament that is necessary.
Valstrol then steps forward, looking at the Major before his own voice spoke up.
If you do not mind, I may wish to see Lord Sinistra as well. We are old acquaintances and colleagues from a time ago. I feel that Kuat should be a starting point for my own personal journey as well. I hope you do not mind if I accompany you to Kuat as well.
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Apr 2, 2014 16:56:15 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2014 16:56:15 GMT -8
The Colonel felt a flutter of relief wash through his system, as the proceedings had come to an amicable close. The Imperial Remnant, fractured from one of the many splinters of Emperor Palpatine’s successor nations, was finally made whole again with their assimilation into the fold. Having been partitioned within the Remnant’s embrace before the New Order of the Eye had struck the Deep Core; it struck a silent chord of pleasure within Gideon’s heart that he would not be found facing off against former friends and allies. Though the recent addition of Khommite troopers was a surprise, that tug upon his heart string was more meant for the likes of Captain Eisen Moore and several other Humanoid officers of note. He was certain they had made it out of the Deep Core, when the Captain Aximand had saved himself and the lives of his men, yet he couldn’t fight the sensation of doubt slowly worming its way through the meat of his mind. Gideon needed something else to distract his mind, and like a Valkyrie descending from the cloud capped skies above, salvation came in the form of a thin fabric bound woman.
From the reports he had been given of the Empire’s initial encounters with the mysterious figure; known to the Colonel only as the Major, he had to say that he was impressed with her mastery over the diplomatic arts. She was warfare personified in the sensual frame of a woman, shrouding the very dangerous soul that lay beneath her speckled gaze. Deception was one of the arts of combat that Gideon had no taste for, unless it provided a tactical advantage over the enemy he faced. Though he was able to use the shadows for his own needs during a military operation, it was almost impossible for him to apply that to the verbal realm; perhaps that was his failure as a Politician and why he had felt more at home in the warplate of a soldier.
“It would be an Honour to accompany you into the depths of the Galactic Core, Ma’am.”
The Stormtrooper replied, resisting the urge to vocalize his anticipation in regards to the intelligent discourse that would arise during their transit into the very heart of the Universe. Upon seeing the arch of her brow and a certain twinkle in the pit of her eye, Gideon felt an underlying theme chasing after her words. From what he garnered, it seemed as if they would find themselves in the den of a viper – one that dreamed of holding onto his; or her secular dreams of an Empire. If what he had taken from her words proved true, then they would be the harbingers of Imperial Truth to the benighted fools seeking to drown themselves in their own opulence.
At least, that’s what he believed – what with the Remnant being more of a prosperous economic power rather than a symbol of Imperial might.
As the former Remnant Head of State approached the odd paring of Imperialists, Gideon’s attention was diverted to that of his helmet resting silently upon the table. Picking it up with an almost religious reverence, the Colonel placed the amalgamation of protective plates underneath his shoulder; before turning back to face the man that had lit the beacon in the skies above Bastion. It was not his place to respond to the man’s query, but the soldier offered his newest superior a warm and welcoming smirk while the Major worked her silvered tongue.
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Apr 3, 2014 14:20:15 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Apr 3, 2014 14:20:15 GMT -8
She smirked at her latest komrade, waving her left hand in a semi circle while speaking her response.
"I have no intention of returning to Kuat until recalled there. There is much work to do. However, as I head towards the Deep Core I see no problem with traveling together to the capital planet before we make another jump. Also, concerning my pending investigation: an all inclusive warrant to inspect all the navies, armies, specialized troops, bases, and shipyards will be needed. Do you have a badge or paper you or one of your adjutants can give me so I can cut through any bureaucratic stopper tape? I would prefer to leave such political machinations to the Republic -which excel at stalling any forward momentum."
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Ravelin
Apr 3, 2014 14:25:02 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 3, 2014 14:25:02 GMT -8
Nicademus nods his head in agreement. He pulls out a datapad, keying some orders to his pilot that was waiting outside for them. The engines would be warmed for their departure by the time they left. The Major General then ponders on the request by the Major. After a few moments, he makes a slight gesture in the direction that the High Moff vanished.
I will relay a communication to the High Moff and have a notification to dispensed to all systems of the former Remnant. He will make all necessary credentials you need for the inspection you wish to conduct. You will get to inspect my personal fleet, the Nemesis Command, which shall arrive at Kuat when we do...they will escort you to the Deep Core. The moment you enter Remnant space, contact the High Moff, who will be on Aargau, and he will have the inspection permit transferred to you digitally.
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Apr 6, 2014 7:16:16 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Apr 6, 2014 7:16:16 GMT -8
Our good Major was never one to say please or thank you, for anything -with Tess probably serving as the only exception to the rule. Nodding in appreciation, she excuses herself from the proceedings.
"Excellent and effective. I must be off now. I am sure you'll find the Emperor a most exciting host. Auf Wiedersehen, Komrade!"
She added, internally, 'If she doesn't try to sleep with you like a rider and a bull.' Added in scathing, dry thought. Naturally, it was more or less commonplace for the Major to internally insult and judge her allies, up unto the leader themselves. People tended to make it easy, but that certainly didn't mean she wouldn't follow mandates. Besides, Colonel Raith was proving to be a more than meet company. And his stoic, Aryan features where certainly helping behind his little waste of words. They both exit.
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Ravelin
Apr 6, 2014 11:42:10 GMT -8
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 6, 2014 11:42:10 GMT -8
With the departure of their newly founded allies, Nicademus would proceed to leave the meeting area as well. Outside, many dropships and small craft began to lift off as officials went to return to their vessels or head for the Deep Core to carry out their business. Nicademus glances at Valstrol, wondering why he was coming to meet this Lord Sinistra, but he suspected it had to do with Sith business. Once aboard the Nune-class Imperial Shuttle, it lifted off and ascended straight for the atmosphere and space beyond.
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Post by Zenturi on Jun 9, 2015 9:04:19 GMT -8
*Bright skies. Beautiful clouds. Picturesque landscape. Serene afternoon.*
*All of these things can change without so much as a hint of warning.*
*In our case, however, we were granted such a small favor. I was still daydreaming about starmaps and hyperlanes, and how they pertain to efficient land-grabbing, when the crackling of the comm system attracted my attention. Expecting a routine announcement from the captain about ETAs and geographic locations, I half-heartedly gave it my ear. My scheming can wait-- I'm here on vacation, after all! And yet the voice that came across the loudspeaker was not our pleasant-tempered captain's.* |
*At first there was silence. Then, in a display of visual intimidation, an attack wing of thirty Sabaoth starfighters rose from the foothills surrounding the city of Ravelin and encircled the passenger freighter. I caught a good look at one of them, and noticed their symbol was a triad of four-pronged stars encircled by a gold banner. This is not an emblem I am familiar with. Terrorists? Deviants? Anti-Imperialists? I guess that is a question that can wait. Now, after the silence, after the unwelcome escort, now is when the crowd chooses to erupt in mass hysteria.*
I can't say that I am surprised. An average civilian's trip to Bastion would be ruined by something like this. 0/10, would not visit again. I frown slightly, and remain seated. While the average person has reason to panic, I don't. Unfortunate though this circumstance may be, I think that instead of sticking my neck out in interference, I'd much rather see how things play out.*
*It takes a bit more of a threat than this to make me fearful.* |
| *All of a sudden, a hand lashes out and seizes my shoulder. Connected across that arm is the shoulder of a man with glistening brow and frenzied eyes, and who, in desperate voice, proceeds to interrogate me loudly amidst the turmoil.* |
| *I look him in the eye, and ready my reply, but at that very moment, the commlink roars to life again.* |
| *Now of course I have never heard of the Argonian sect before. And this guy is just scared, and his xenophobia is what has convinced him to single me out. But I have no way to make him see my perspective, so I keep silent. Refusal to answer may as well be admission of guilt to some people. Guilty or not, it will all cease to matter in another 15 seconds. So I'm just preparing myself for that.* |
*Bright skies. Beautiful clouds. Picturesque landscape. Serene afternoon.*
*In an instant they were torn to pieces by the tempest of blasterfire from the Sabaoth fighters. Just like the civilian freighter.* |
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Jun 10, 2015 0:00:50 GMT -8
Post by John Tien on Jun 10, 2015 0:00:50 GMT -8
General Andrew Darkstar was having a fairly nice day, people were going about their daily life's, the weather was perfect, but all this was shattered by a squad of some thirty Sabaoth fighters appear out of nowhere and surround what appeared to be a civilian freighter. He was about to enter the Moff's estate when the fighters opened fire on the freighter shredding it to peaces, Darkstar immediately called for the 9th Fleet to launch fighters as the debris crashed in the city but the fighters broke off and returned to wherever they came from before Nemesis Flight's Predator Starfighters arrived. He then called in the 1st Police Corps and a few vehicles from both XXX Corps and the 9th Armored for clean up and to search for survivors, if any. Local emergency response personnel were already on-scene as General Darkstar arrived, TX-130Ts and AT-RCTs blocked off the section of the city that the remnants of the freighter crashed into assisted by the 1st Police Corps while General Darkstar assisted with the clean up operation, but so far anything that resembled a body was ether crushed or burned to a crisp
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Jun 10, 2015 6:09:44 GMT -8
Post by Zenturi on Jun 10, 2015 6:09:44 GMT -8
◄ FORCE WEAPON ► *I had not been concerned about the fighters, because I have the power of the Force on my side. Specifically, I possess the ability to harden my exoskeleton by imbuing it with the Force. A little blasterfire and a puny explosion like this is not able to overwhelm the Force. Not by a long shot.*
*So the freighter erupted into pieces, and I alone among the passengers remained unharmed. Most were incinerated immediately by the explosion, but there were a handful around me who were at least alive and conscious. Unfortunately for them (myself, too, I guess, but), there was no way to remain airborne (for me the impact with the ground is going to work out pretty much just like the explosion, in terms of 'not very effective'). So we fell. I can't blame them for screaming; I alone remained silent.* |
*Touchdown was a mess. Debris was falling everywhere, emergency teams were rushing around trying to put out fires before they even happened, and the Sabaoth fighters were getting away without anyone seeming to notice. The screams abruptly ended when we hit the ground; a meteoric impact with dust and flame rising in a massive cloud.*
*A cloud out of which I alone walked, stolid and unaffected. Nothing more than a minor annoyance to me.* |
| *Drawing a deep breath, I look around. The first responders are looking through the wreckage, trying to identify bodies and anyone who may be alive still. I'm doubtful. But this city, Ravelin...at least they have fine hardworking people who do their jobs responsibly. Their efforts spared me the need to defend myself further from some of the larger bits of falling ship parts. I'll make a note of that for future use. And then, avoiding eye contact, I make to slip away from the scene without attracting notice. A Chiggnash's frame is remarkably bad at that, being all tall and scorpion-y. However, what works in my favor is that I am uninjured. Impossible for anyone to believe, surely. Maybe they won't see me, after all.* |
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Jun 10, 2015 8:48:57 GMT -8
Post by Darth Saress on Jun 10, 2015 8:48:57 GMT -8
Bastion....it all started here. The visions I encountered years ago showed me a glimpse of this place, a small peek into the future before me. With the climax of my existence now bare before me, I knew it was time. The Dark Lord had been waiting in slumber for far too long and it was time for his return to his people. But how did I reach this destination? How was I chosen to be the physical vessel of ghostly presence? I could still remember when the visions first came to me: I was on Korriban, years ago. The first Sith master I ever studied under had just passed away and left me to my own devices. For the first few weeks, I continued to train within the capital of Korriban, but slowly, I began experiencing blistering migraines which eventually lead to the visions. In the realm of the unconscious, I the essences of the Dark Lord standing before me, directing me to his resurrection. For months, I struggled to understand the meaning of these messages, these clues buried in the darkness of my mind.
Over time, the pain associated with the visions subsided with the aid of my new master, Lord Malvas. He was vital in helping me understand what the spirit was instructing and guiding me to understand. But there was a cost. The closer I came to understanding the knowledge set before me by the Dark Lord, the further I drifted from Lord Malvas. It only took months for me to gather my belongings and leave his homeworld behind as I set out to travel the stars. Finally, I found myself living here on Bastion. After all, this was the Dark Lord's home for many years before his passing into chaos. While I lived here on Bastion, I did some covert work and finally stumbled upon the grave of the Dark Lord. The time to bring his soul back from the brink of extinction was soon, but I had to gather the energy to muster such a feat. As I stood at the door of my home, I looked out to a bright sunny day. The clouds dotted the sky overhead, but I knew that was change when I began my ritual. Sith Magic would change the setting eventually.
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Jun 11, 2015 2:11:27 GMT -8
Post by John Tien on Jun 11, 2015 2:11:27 GMT -8
Most of the first responders had given up hope of finding survivors from the crash and instead focused on getting civilians out of the now blocked off area, one of the firefighters sees the Chiggnash walking down the street and, despite him being intimidated at his appearance moves to direct him out of the area
=Firefighter=
S-sir? Will you please follow me? I can get you to safety.
A fair distance away, General Darkstar decides to use his ability with the force to find any possible survivors, but when he stretches out with the force he feels an abnormally strong force presence nearby, too strong to be a survivor or a simple bystander, this was a force sensitive, looking around he sees the Chiggnash and starts to move towards him before a call for help stops him in his tracks, looking for the source he sees a medic waving for anybody who could see
=Medic=
She's alive!
Darkstar looked back to the Chiggnash and figured if he was going to do anything he would have already done it by now and then rushed to help the medic hoping that he had not made a terrible mistake
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Jun 11, 2015 4:16:33 GMT -8
Post by Zenturi on Jun 11, 2015 4:16:33 GMT -8
=Firefighter= "S-sir? Will you please follow me? I can get you to safety." *I pause in my steps and mentally sigh. Looks like I attracted attention after all.*
*I turn my gaze upon the man who called for my attention. A human, surely enough. Smaller than me, most likely weaker as well. Nope-- no chance that he can use the Force. And, for a serviceman, surprisingly passive. So, you really prefer putting out fires over talking to people, eh? Looks like I fished up a real winner here. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if it would be worth it to just sting him and be on my way.* |
*Passive, or curious, either way I am prepared to see how things play out from here. Safety? Yeah, ok. Let's let this man get me to a secure location, as if that wasn't already the case for me. I've no need to expend the effort to dominate every situation. This is just the first step in an interesting vacation.*
*I do not notice General Darkstar; detecting Force Sensitives from a distance is not one of my talents. He might catch my interest in the near future, though.* |
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Jun 12, 2015 3:55:30 GMT -8
Post by John Tien on Jun 12, 2015 3:55:30 GMT -8
The firefighter nodded and proceeded to escort the Chiggnash out of the area passing by a few medics and other firemen. They eventually made it to the Police line where two TX-130T tanks and a single AT-RCT where blocking civilian traffic into the crash site along with five members of the 1st Police Corps dressed in full riot gear and armed with "ESPO" 500 Riot Guns and DC-15s Sidearms. In addition there were local law enforcement officers taking statements from other civilians who claimed to have witnessed the attack. The firefighter who was escorting the Chiggnash then stopped and turned to face him
=Firefighter=
Here you are, sir, one of the officers will likely want to get a statement from you if you saw the attack.
And just like that he rushed back toward the crash site, an officer with a datapad approached the Chiggnash not two seconds later
=Officer=
Clears his throat Sir? Did you see what happened during the crash? Or the fighters that attacked the freighter?
Meanwhile General Darkstar had arrived at the medic's position where a couple of firemen were carefully sifting through debris to get to a young woman who had survived the crash through some miracle of the force, however she had several cuts and her hair, clothing, and skin were singed from the explosion. The firemen managed to remove the debris without killing her and both General Darkstar and the medic moved to assist her, the medic with his medkit and Darkstar with Force Heal. Eventually two more medics arrived and prepared to take her to an ambulance, she suddenly grabs Darkstar's wrist
=Woman=
I....know....who they.....are....
She then passes out and releases his wrist, Darkstar then follows the medics to the ambulance where they transport the woman to the local hospital
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Jun 12, 2015 9:35:21 GMT -8
Post by Zenturi on Jun 12, 2015 9:35:21 GMT -8
| *As the firefighter leads me towards a more authoritative figure, I glance around at the scene. Even though just a few moments have passed since the crash, the police are already organized, with tanks and walkers standing by to keep civilians at bay. The firefighter is content to leave me in the care of a policeman, which is noteworthy.* |
| *Sizing up this new face, I nod.* |
| *The emergency medical treatment appears to have stabilized the condition of the only other survivor of the crash. Once they reach the hospital, and proceed to more standard treatments, they may notice on her upper back, just behind her right shoulder, is a tattoo of a set of three stars, with two diagonal lines crossing through them.* |
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Jun 12, 2015 22:33:14 GMT -8
Post by John Tien on Jun 12, 2015 22:33:14 GMT -8
The officer was dumbfounded by the Chiggnash's statement as he didn't even have a scratch or a burn on him but he takes down the statement in his datapad
=Officer=
Excellent....how did you?....Never mind, did you see any markings on the starfighters that attacked you? And who were they looking for?
The walkers' external speakers suddenly activated as a group of people started to gather beyond the police line and almost every one of them had a recording device of some kind
=Speaker=
Please clear the area! An incident has occurred and is being handled by emergency personnel. Admiral Miranda Tien will issue a statement at a later time
Meanwhile General Darkstar, who had accompanied the medics to the hospital as the woman said she knew who attacked them, as the doctors transferred her to a bacta tank he noted the mark on her shoulder but debated on the significance of it, he wouldn't know until she recovered. By now the media was likely exploding over the attack, for some odd reason disasters always attracted the over attention of the media
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Aug 20, 2015 0:27:00 GMT -8
Post by John Tien on Aug 20, 2015 0:27:00 GMT -8
Since the clean-up operation had finished patrols of Imperial troops became more frequent and half of Nemesis Flight's Predators had been moved to a hanger in the city just in case the terrorist starfighters showed up again but after a few months the media had almost completely forgotten about the incident and the patrols died down back to normal levels, in the mean time General Darkstar had been visiting the hospital where the lone survivor of the crash had been taken every so often to see how her recovery was progressing, she had been taken out of the bacta tank after she regained consciousness but she had been reluctant to shed any light on the attack, possibly due to the fact that Darkstar's only indication that he was with the military was his ID, the only thing that he managed to get out of her was her name: Diana
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Nov 9, 2015 19:39:54 GMT -8
Post by Gavin Roken on Nov 9, 2015 19:39:54 GMT -8
Gavin slammed the spanner against the ground. Useless piece of junk shouldn't even be able to fly, why on earth would somebody want this repaired? he wondered as he stared at the ship. His hands were far more accustomed to handling ships, but a ship without a mechanic was about as good as a bird without wings. The pilot made his way over to the pile of spare parts on the side of the hangar and began to rummage around for what he needed. He grabbed what appeared to have once been a part of a TIE of some sort and headed back to the transport. It didn't take long for him to jury-rig the piece into a panel. He twirled his hydrospanner in the air rather triumphantly as he hummed a short tune. Placing the spanner in the pack on his back, Gavin began looking for any other anomalies on the ship.
"Should have just kept my head down and found a simple piloting job."
Every now and again, Gavin felt the need to break the silence and the monotony of his ship repair. Just once I want to repair something important, he thought as he rigged up another panel for the transport. If he couldn't find a job as a pilot, then at least he could find something better than repairing pleasure cruise transports. As if somebody could even manage a pleasure cruise in one of these boats, he thought as he kicked the shuttle. However, the man needed to pay the bills somehow and this seemed to be the only way he could find as of yet. He looked over at his X-wing with a sort of longing. His latest stunt had landed him in trouble with a small time business man from Bastion. The man was far from powerful, but he knew the right people in the docking authority to keep a ship grounded as long as necessary. Another week and Roken's x-wing was likely to get confiscated for not having the proper papers to stay for such an extended period of time. Just had to pass up that job at the Wheel, didn't you? he thought.
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Nov 11, 2015 18:55:45 GMT -8
Post by Baylith Smythe on Nov 11, 2015 18:55:45 GMT -8
Baylith had been in Ravelin for a couple of weeks now. He had left Eriadu and traveled some distance to Bastion. Planet hopping to get here had been tiresome, irksome, and bad for business. He hadn't much money left; the jobs which provided income for the mercenary had been few and far between. Baylith was not concerned with his limited means as he always found a way to make things work. One way or another.
He had arrived on Bastion in his usual outfit. A scarlet shirt, dark pants, black boots, and a black duster jacket. Occasionally he wore a hat, a wide-brimmed dark hat, but this he left on the last planet hopper he took before getting here. His outfit usually came complete with a set of tauntaun gloves, but he lost that pair a few years back after a job went south and he had to leave rather hastily. Those gloves were his favorite. Smythe had a stocky yet athletic build to him. His hair was white, shoulder-length, and tied back tight against the nape of his neck.
The time he had spent in Ravelin, Bastion's capital city, Smythe had gotten the feel of the city. While having not been completely explored, the mercenary felt he could find his way around the city blind if he had to. He had a knack for learning and remembering the layout of any city he was in. It was one part of his many skills. He was good at what he did, and what he did, wasn't very nice.
This particular day Baylith found himself in the dock areas of Ravelin. He had heard from a local watering hole that a man was working on a ship that had docked and that if he were looking for a job, he should talk to him. He really didn't care whom he spoke to as long as he got money for doing a job. He scratched the back of his neck and undid his ponytail. The sun was warm shining down upon the darkly-dressed man.
After about an hour of searching Smythe found the ship he assumed to be the one spoken of. It wasn't impressive. It was an unassuming medium-sized freighter. At first glance however it looked like a ship Smythe had heard about that was being driven around by a smuggler and a hairy humanoid. But smaller than that. Much smaller.
Upon entering the hangar where the ship was docked Smythe heard someone say "should have just kept my head down and found a simple piloting job." The closer he moved to where the voice was coming from, the better look Smythe got at the figure. The humanoid was nearly six feet tall and had short brown hair. The mercenary couldn't really tell much more from behind. He moved closer and said: "You know there really is no fun in keeping your head down."
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Nov 11, 2015 20:07:54 GMT -8
Post by Gavin Roken on Nov 11, 2015 20:07:54 GMT -8
"Yea, well, bills first, fun later. Or so I'm told." Gavin turned to see who it was that he had replied to. He scratched at the scar on his left cheek as he stood up. His appearance was much like is usually was, except slightly more disheveled due to his working on the ship. He wore the same black pants and black boots as always, but his usual black shirt and coat were replaced with a simple white undershirt.
The pilot glanced around as he checked the hangar to see if anyone else had decided to join. He noted that the man lacked a lightsaber. Likely not a force user, Gavin thought. He knew better than to assume, though. There were stories of Jedi, Sith, and everything in-between, some of which included force users that preferred their powers to a lightsaber. The man gave off the impression that he knew how to handle himself in a fight.
"Name's Gavin. As this is a private hangar, I'll assume that you've got business here. What can I do for ya?"
Roken put down the spanner and picked up his bottle of Corellian Brandy. He grabbed two glasses and placed them on top of a nearby crate.
"Brandy while we chat?"
Gavin took a moment to check his datapad as he waited for the man's reply. He was hoping that one of contacts would have something in the works. Repairing ships helped to keep him up on his skills, but it wasn't something he wanted to make a career out of. There was certainly something interesting about the man standing in front of him
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Nov 12, 2015 10:24:39 GMT -8
Post by Baylith Smythe on Nov 12, 2015 10:24:39 GMT -8
After the man had turned to face Baylith, he looked at him more closely. There was a scar on his left cheek. Either by accident, or a spoil of a battle, Baylith couldn't tell. He was dirty and scruffy looking. A man who likes to get his hands dirty, Smythe thought. He didn't like many people, but Smythe admired those who did the job themselves. The merc noted that the man was built a little larger than normal. However he felt that he could take the man in a fight, if he had to.
The man gave his name as Gavin. "Smythe," the merc responded.
Gavin offered some brandy but Smythe declined. "No thank you. I usually don't drink. Keeps my senses sharp." His brows knit together and his eyes narrowed as he eyed the ship Gavin had been working on and then he looked back at the man in front of him.
"Tell me about what you do before I tell you what I want. It's only fair we play a little quid pro quo, no?" His eyes moved along the ship as we waited for a response. While he didn't know much about ships except how to infiltrate them, learn what makes them tick, and dismantle them, Baylith did admire craftsmanship. It went back to that "doing things for yourself" idea.
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