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Post by Trent Weston on Aug 4, 2018 19:52:57 GMT -8
With Trent not being present for the events at the bar and not seeing the people interacting in the Midnight Shadow's common area on the way over here, wherever here was, he had no idea what he was about to walk into when he left the cockpit. He had spent so much time going over the ship, testing systems and making modifications that he had barely left the cockpit the entire time they were on the Skips, the one exception being to let the Rakatan in for his interview, or audition, or whatever it was Adrien would do. Hopefully Adrien wouldn't be angry about him letting a total stranger on board but they needed a doctor after Jem left and this was an opportunity for that. Of course Adrien seemed very preoccupied with something else so it's entirely possible that he didn't even notice the new arrival.
Nonetheless, Trent had his own obligations as the pilot to make sure that the ship was prepped and ready to go for the next takeoff so that's exactly what he took the next few minutes doing while everyone else was offloading. Admittedly Trent had very little to do after spending so much time customizing the ship to his liking so he was quick to join the others outside the ship.
The first glance at the size of the hangar was breathtaking and there were other ships in the hangar as well, a couple anyway, this place was massive and he wondered how exactly Adrien was able to keep it a secret from everyone. Obviously a secret based on everyone's faces and general body language. He was surprised to see children here, well one child but he assumed there at the very least there could be more. And of course an entirely separate crew stationed here which made Trent wonder why any of them were needed at all. Not that he wasn't grateful to have a job and be among two of his friends and hopefully have the opportunity to make more.
He took note of the locations of everyone, though he didn't see Adrien, and he took special interest in the people he had never met. The secret crew of the secret base and of course the guy who looked like he was having a tough time seeing anything.He made his way over to Neassa and the doctor. "So this place is something else. I wonder where they keep the food." His big smile and belling rubbing made it fairly evident that he was kidding, a little bit anyway.
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Isabelle Eoura
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Post by Isabelle Eoura on Aug 4, 2018 21:06:26 GMT -8
Isabelle strode out into the hangar only looking back long enough to see the Doctor take his glasses off and put them in his pocket as a knowing smirk crossed her face. She paid no attention to any of the people around, not even the woman greeting them. Perhaps it was the awe of this place or maybe it was that she knew people were looking in her direction and she didn't see the need to return their stares. Whatever the case she looked around the large hangar and her mind went to work.
So this is the Thieves' Den. Even I'm impressed and that's saying something. I'll bet there's some juicy goods all over this place--I wonder how a smuggler came to own it? There must be more to this guy than his file says, or at least the parts that I had access to. There's so much opportunity here, this place could be so much more.
Instinctively she starts nonchalantly looking for security measures, but reigns herself in when she finally notices the little girl playing around. She stares at her silently, almost captivated as this beautiful little girl runs about.
She's so--happy, so safe. Here? This is her home, it's so much different than I could have even imagine. Is this--?
She was so entranced with this happy child that she didn't even realize that she was staring and it was quite obvious that she was staring. With a blink she snapped out of her trance and looked around to see if anyone had noticed her, certain that at the very least Neassa probably had. She turned away and started making her way toward the office that Liya had gone into.
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Aug 5, 2018 21:46:09 GMT -8
Rachael stood to the side with a bit of a forced smile as everyone came off the ship and brushed past her as if she wasn't standing there. It wasn't that she disliked having these people here, it was that she was worried about Adrien. Something had happened while they were out and it wasn't good. She wondered how Connie was doing as well, surely whatever happened with Adrien must have upset her as well. She wanted to leave her post and go check on her friend, what with the utter lack of respect that she received in her own home from people she was helping, true that this was Adrien and Tobias' property but she lived here all the same and she, as well as everyone else who lived here, were considered family. But such a lack of manners is to be expected of smugglers and of course she knew what the Fel crew had been through and she empathized with them. It was a surprise to see that Aedon had also come given everything that had happened to him recently as well. So much loss in so little time, it would have been enough to cripple most people, but smugglers were a hardy lot. Still, with how long Fel has been gone and with other members of their crew abandoning them during the search must have been awful for them.
And now there were so many new faces about that she couldn't tell who was with what captain. She hoped when Connie came out she would be able to clear things up for her. It was a pleasant surprise when the despectacled man the pretty redhead was flirting with came out and thanked her for the hospitality and it was immediately obvious that this man didn't exactly fit the fringer mold. "You're welcome." She smiled politely as he walked past her. Then she turned and walked into the ship to look for Connie, assuming that everyone was already out. "Connie! Where are you?" She called up the ramp before she got to the top.Meanwhile Mack, Ryder, and Dax were watching all of the people as they came out. Dax nudged Ryder and nodded up in the direction of Isabelle. Ryder of course took once look and immediately began ogling her, at least until Mack cleared his throat and shot him a rather stern look.Mack had been analyzing the people coming off the ship since the beginning, it was hard to say who was with who but he could sense some clear relationships between a few of them based on the limited interactions he had witnessed. "Why don't you two head over to our Mandalorian friend over here and find out who's who. She appears to have the most vested interest in the office where the captains are." Ryder nodded and slapped Dax on the back then they headed in that direction to talk.Mack on the other hand would continue watching the people that had gone their separate ways. Particularly the redhead who seemed to be scoping the place out and then stopped and stared at Neah for a moment. "Neah!" He waved her over to him then waited for her to come to him. "Why don't you stay close to me Sweetheart, at least until your mom or dad comes back, eh?"The disappointment was clear on her little face as she looked up at him. "But Maaack--"He looked down at her with a raised brow."No buts. Now run along but stay close." He smiled and gave her a wink and she ran off. He then returned to scoping out the people around the hangar.It was about that time that Spaz and Eli, who looks like a fourteen year old version of Adrien, came out from one of the hallways leading further into the Den and out into the hangar. They walked in tandem chatting excitedly but to themselves about a video game they had just played, well Eli was chatting but Spaz like always was more or less silent.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2018 9:42:23 GMT -8
Neassa shrugs her shoulders when, after Curjas explains that it was the choice between working in a labor camp or gallivanting around the universe for a while that has led him to his current position as the Midnight Shadow's medic, he asks her how it is that she has wound up on the smuggling crew herself, answering at first somewhat glibly and obliquely in Mando'a, I am a feather in the wind, ner vod, and then explaining a bit more in depth, at least insofar as her somewhat terse conversational style and pronounced lack of fondness for talking about herself permit, Ran into an old mate, our pilot, running with Draykon while I was on an another job, so decided to sign on myself when the other job was done, leaving the 'for now' attached at the end of her last statement in her mind unspoken, though her earlier statement about being a feather in the wind may make it implicit to a savvy listener all the same.
Chuckling when Trent joins them, Neassa punches him lightly on the shoulder as she jokes, It's a wonder you don't weight as much as a Hutt with your appetite, and then nods towards Curjas and introduces the two to one another, Curjas, this is Wes', our pilot. Wes', Curjas, our medic. Addressing Trent's predictable question about where he might find food, Neassa nods towards Rachael and suggests, Brunette over there, Rachael Lurov, said to ask her if we need anything, so she's the one to ask about where you can find the eats.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 11, 2018 12:36:36 GMT -8
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Curjas nods tersely at the larger man. It was technically him that had brought him on board in the first place, but it seemed that the other mando wasn't aware of that fact. He didn't particularly feel the need to correct the oversight though. It was possible after all the lesser being had already forgotten him in its hunger. Either way, it seemed that he would be making introductions with the rest of the crew quicker than he expected.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2018 15:55:13 GMT -8
Vox was still aboard Minster Draykon's ship, viewing the kitchen and taking note of what food supplies were aboard. Vox also placed his own personal cookware away in the storage components within the kitchen, Vox wanted to cook up a good healthy meal for his new friends. Vox began to make Corellian buckwheat noddes served with Nerf Nuggets, Vox figured since his new friends were humans or nearly human, he'd cook up one of his favorite Corellian dishes. Vox hoped that his new friends would enjoy the first of many of his trophy dishes.
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Aug 13, 2018 17:11:54 GMT -8
The tan-furred Bothan had been wandering outside the ship for a few minutes now, noting Aedon's sudden departure from the group. He'd thought about following, but decided instead to let the violet-plumed lad wander -- a decision he was sure to regret later. His ear twitched when he sensed footprints approaching from behind. Light, spry...familiar...and then, the voice that accompanied the footfalls spoke, and all was made clear.
"...You could say that, but, we both know you'd be lying if ya did." The two of them shared a knowing glance, considering their understanding of who Na'me associated himself with -- the purple-haired stick of lit thermite, Aedon Montrose. "Every once in a while I'll ask myself 'Why didn't I just duck that day?'"
The inside joke was one that Castle knew well -- as the Bothan had taken a shot in the shoulder for the Zeltron back when they were in the middle of a heated conflict between them and the Syndicate. As a matter of fact, Castle was one of the ones who helped pull him back off the main firing line so Logann could patch him up. It wasn't a fond memory, but still, it served as a reminder that the two of them had shared plenty of history together. Castle was even responsible for getting the "Veritas" back to its former glory, for which Na'me kept finding himself thanking the mechanic repeatedly. The lot of them had separated on amicable terms, considering that Aedon had somewhat lost his interest in putting together another crew after the Syndicate conflict. Otherwise, they might have likely found themselves still working together on the Consular-class vessel. |
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Aug 18, 2018 4:30:55 GMT -8
Castle smirked at the Bothan's statement."Not sure you'd have been able to get your big furry noggin down fast enough...The Corellian mechanic grinned as he joked with his companion. "As I recall, trouble seems to follow your fearless leader, not you. You just get drawn in more often than not..."Castle chuckled at that thought. Na'me, surprisingly, was the level-headed one of the group. Usually he was the one to spell out the smarter decision for Aedon. Usually. Glancing around, he popped his question to the Bothan."I'm sorta out of the loop here...not entirely sure what's going on. I was itchin' for a job, and before I know it, here I am. Got any tips for navigating this crowd?"
He nodded toward the woman currently climbing the ramp (Rachel) "With the Draykon crew, you're looking at a close-knit bunch of folks. Mrs. Lurov there is more of a liaison than Adrien tends to be, so she often ends up with the role of glad-handing any clients or visitors that come about. The three over there who seem to be people-watching," He folded his arms, edging a shoulder towards Mack, Ryder, and Dax in an attempt to be less-conspicuous "those are some of the best guys you could have on your six. Draykon crew takes care of its friends. No doubt about it. If you need to do business, talk to Tobias. Adrien's a solid captain, but he's scatterbrained when compared to his older brother." He taps his right arm with his left finger, arms still folded, indicating the Mandalorians over his right shoulder "The canners over there? I recognize one of their clan emblems. Or'dinii. I knew one of them back in my soldiering days, went by the name of Raven Or'dinii -- anyway...the other's a little foreign to me, must be a new hand. I wouldn't tangle with them. Not unless you're offering to put some work in for them. As far as Fel crew? Tawaza's a fair hand. Operator. I've known her sort. Malora's a firecracker, and you'd do your best to steer clear of her. The doctor's not a bad fellow, still green as hell and I'm sure he'll grow into his boots, but it's anyone's guess when that'll happen. If ever we actually meet Galdaart Fel, I'm sure you'll understand why they are the way they are."
He contemplated going into too much more depth, but decided against it.
"In any case, the important thing here is to shoot straight and play things close to the vest. Everyone likes to play the hardass here, I guess they keep trying to see which one's got the biggest equipment...if you ask a lotta these guys, they'll prolly say it's Malora. Regardless, just keep your wits about ya and you'll be fine." His eyes caught a glimpse of the most-recent redhead to happen upon the group...the one that decided to involve herself with Aedon and the poor doctor "Oh...and keep a close watch on your...everything around that one. She's made my nape bristle on more than a couple of occasions since I saw her. Not sure why she's even here, at this point. But, yeah...that's my take on all of that. Do what you will with it."
Just then, the two teen lads (Spaz and Eli) walked past them. Na'me caught a glance of the mess of sand-colored hair, the facial structure, and the actual, physical manifestation of "snark" that only Adrien Draykon could put into a glance. And yet, this one carried the burden of youth. The realization slowly crept up on him, and his ears stopped twitching. Instead, they - along with his shoulders - lowered; his eyes widened, and his voice dropped to a near-whisper as he let the pair pass on by while he waved, aloof. He waited until they were out of earshot before he made the comment to Castle...
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Aug 30, 2018 14:08:54 GMT -8
Nodding, processing the information, Castle sighed. It was a lot of information to digest. But, true to the Bothan's description of them all, they were certainly playing the part. Taking note of Rachel, Mack, Ryder and Dax, he stored the information on them away. At the mention of dealing with Tobias, Adrien's brother, he spoke.
"You tellin' me there's TWO of them? Seriously?"
But before the Bothan could reply to the mechanic's disbelief, Na'me made mention of the 'canners'. Fully armored Mandalorians. Awe-inspiring, to be sure. Also a little fear-instilling, if he were to be honest. Though, in all honesty, he had always wanted to work with beskar, the Mandalorian metal that was crafted into nearly everything by skilled and gifted tradesmen. He never quite understood the concept of how it was refined, but it was damn tough and could withstand greater extremes than durasteel or other metals. Which meant, being a mechanic and a bit of an engineer when it came to repairing starships, he naturally wanted to get his hands on some and see how well he could apply it to his new home aboard the Shadow. Well, granted that the illustrious Mr. Adrien Draykon ever got around to talking to him. Silas had made mention of speaking to him, back at the Shift, but he hadn't seen hide nor hair of the man since they arrived. He certainly was an odd one, Castle thought to himself.
"Tussled with some Mandos back in the day, did ya?"
The young man threw a look of surprise and being impressed all at once. Castle himself wasn't a fighter. Sure, he could handle a blaster, probably about as good as the Doctor the Bothan mentioned, but nothing much beyond that. Unless it was an all out fist fight. At that point, he wasn't shy to throw down. Aside from that, he was a mechanic first and foremost. His job was to keep his newfound family flying. At the mention of Tawaza, an operator, he shrugged. Sure, she was beautiful, but she had a dangerous air about her. He'd probably avoid her unless he actually needed to interact with her. As for Malora, he was already aware of how much of a 'firecracker' she could be. Their brief standoff in the Shift. Ballsy and unafraid, he admired that about her. Also, he'd probably secretly enjoy having a go with her more than he'd admit. Something about strong, assertive women that got to him. Truthfully, the redhead had garnered his attention. Red hair was a true weakness of his. So, it was definitely best if he avoided her at all costs. Especially since Na'me mentioned that she made his nape bristle on more than one occasion. That only meant trouble. Having spent enough time with the Bothan, he knew how to read the Bothan and take stock in what he said. And then the two sandy haired boys passed them, which prompted the Bothan's comment once they were out of earshot. Normally the Bothan was a very serious individual, not prone to cracking jokes, but this? This was hilarious. At least to Castle it was. He didn't know any of them as well as the Bothan did, but that remark was funny. Unable to contain himself, Castle burst out laughing. After a few seconds of a good, wholesome and genuine laugh, Castle caught his breath and spoke.
"Last I checked, Mr. Draykon had a pulse...means like any other dude, he's got....urges to take care of..."
At this point, still grinning, he let the final question sit, as he now realized that he had just bombarded the Bothan with questions and didn't give him a chance to answer them. Hopefully Na'me's answered would slate his curiosity, but he had a feeling that the answers would only raise more questions...it was a vicious cycle...
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Daniel Logan
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Post by Daniel Logan on Sept 2, 2018 22:38:04 GMT -8
The doctor looked around the hangar with squinted eyes, seeing little other than the outline of people filled with blurs of color. But he did notice the Mandalorian from the Red Shift standing over to the side, the one in the red armor. She was hard to miss, a red blur in a big grey room. He wasn't sure if he should approach her or not but seeing as she was one of the only people he had yet to meet from the bar it seemed like a decent enough idea, after all this was a safe place right? Daniel smiled and began walking in her general direction which was further than he had estimated. His smile faded as he realized how he must look.
As he drew closer he could tell there were more people around her, maybe three people total. He walked up to her and very simply introduced himself. "Hello. My name is Dr. Daniel Logan. Pleased to meet you all." He squinted to get better looks at faces. "I'd like to thank you for inviting me and my friends here, wherever here is." He smiled somewhat awkwardly not sure what else to say.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2018 3:00:16 GMT -8
Keeping an eye on the movements of the various blips on her buy'ce's HUD representing the beings present allows Neassa to keep an eye on the blips in the room with Draykon in case there is any indication of trouble while also noting the approach of Dr. Logan (represented by a blip labeled "Geek") when he somehow manages to extricate himself from Izzy, who interestingly appears to be distracted, almost troubled even, by the sight of a little girl playing.
Nodding a greeting to Logan, every bit as awkward and nebbish now as he had seemed to be in the Red Shi*t earlier, Neassa introduces herself and then Curjas and Trent, her Basic fluent rather than accented given how often the roles she has played in the course of past missions has called for her to conceal the fact she is of the Mando'ade, as she greets Logan while turning her darkened T-visor towards him while keeping her eyes on the various blips on her HUD, Dr. Logan. Neassa Or'dinii, and then motions towards her companions as she introduces them, Curjas and Trent. Though she is tempted to ask Logan what he knows about why his crew has been brought here, since Draykon has yet to explain what prompted the meeting in the Red Shi*t in the first place, Neassa's ingrained sense of keeping up the appearance of unit cohesion will not allow her to even suggest to an outsider that the Draykon crew, or at least the newest additions to it, are not yet all on the same page where the present situation is concerned. Fortunately, Draykon's brief address to the crew members aboard the Midnight Shadow when they had been on their way to their present location enables Neassa to answer Logan's question about where they are, Here is home.
Lifting a hand towards her T-visor, Neassa suggests in light of the fact that Logan has been squinting, probably due to the fact he is not wearing the spectacles he had been wearing in the Red Shi*t, Might want to put your glasses back on, Dr. Logan, looks like you need them. Gauging from Logan's demeanor that he most likely feels too uncomfortable at the moment to lead the conversation any further than he has, Neassa helps him out by asking, since she has yet to meet a medical doctor that does not have the self confidence the profession all but demands, So, what is it you're a doctor of, Dr. Logan?
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Trent Weston
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Post by Trent Weston on Sept 3, 2018 11:30:48 GMT -8
The growl in his stomach was quite audible, probably enough for the people around him to pick up on. "I can't help it." He said sheepishly with a big smile. It was no secret to those who knew him that he enjoyed food more than most. He was often eating something and in large quantities, a blessing of his high metabolism mixed with the curse of his large appetite he supposed.He turned to Curjas when Neassa introduced him giving him a knowing look before turning back to Neassa. "Actually we've already met."
Trent took a moment to look around the hangar after Neassa mentioned that the woman who greeted them was the one to ask for food, but he didn't notice her. He did notice Isabelle off on her own, there was something wrong but he'd have to ask her about it later. He then noticed Daniel walking up to them and he could tell immediately there was something off about the guy. Easily deducing that the man is having trouble seeing and also that he isn't exactly comfortable here probably due in part to the fact that he didn't seem at all like a spacer. The man screamed Core Worlds. When he introduced himself and Neassa followed in turn, introducing all three of them Trent stood by waiting to see how Neassa played the rest of the situation.He reached out and shook the man's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Doc. Trent Weston, most people just call me - - well, some variation of my last name. Anyway, I fly the ships around here." With a grin he looked the doctor over, he seemed distressed about something, desperate even. But there was forced optimism covering it. It was hard to notice at first glance for sure, but subtleties in his demeanor and voice were all Trent really needed. Obviously this man had been through a lot to get here and seemed willing to go through a lot more. It was admirable and Trent had a respect for him almost instantly. He wondered if the rest of their guests were in the same situation. What were they so desperate for? Why would they turn to Adrien? It was perplexing but the picture was slowly coming together.Trent, noticing the glasses in the man's pocket, pointed them out. "Doc, I don't mean to be rude, but you might want to put those on. Seems like you're having a tough time seeing anything."
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Daniel Logan
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Post by Daniel Logan on Sept 3, 2018 13:04:50 GMT -8
He nodded to both Trent and Curjas, shaking the former's hand as it was offered. He wasn't offended by the implication that he should wear his glasses, he knew he should. "Oh, right." He muttered as he retrieved his glasses from his pocket and began to wipe the smudges away with his shirt. "Anyway, to answer your question, archaeology, xenolinguistics, and galactic history with a focus on ancient cultures. I also have a masters in museum studies, a bachelors in sociology, and various certifications." When he was done he slid his glasses up onto his nose and looked at the three people standing there, for the first time getting a clear look at the pilot. He continued on, "I also dabble in anthropology, cartography, and cryptology in my free time but I'm not formally trained." He looked around at each of them and began feeling a little self-conscious about what he hoped they didn't misconstrue at bragging. "I like reading and learning." He said sheepishly before clearing his throat.
"Anyway, I can't begin to say how grateful we are to you all for helping us find Captain Fel. I didn't expect that a rival smuggling crew would be so willing help us. It's fascinating really, back home most people assume that worlds beyond the Inner Rim are filled with nothing but a bunch of cut throats and thieves. And yet you invite us into your home to help us with something we've been doing alone for three years. And you didn't have to. I really can't thank you enough."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2018 19:27:01 GMT -8
Neassa laughs, in a friendly rather than mocking way, when Logan explains that he enjoys reading and learning, as she reaches over and punches him lightly on the shoulder while saying, I should hope you do, and frankly I don't know how you've found the time to do much else. Shaking her head after Logan thanks them all again for welcoming him and his companions, while also revealing exactly what it is that they are helping with, which Draykon had not seen fit to do, Neassa says, Thank Captain Draykon, he calls the shots.
Logan's explanation, brief as it had been, of what led to the tense meeting in the Red Shi*t, makes many things clear to Neassa that had been unclear; not the least of which is the frazzled, intense sense of hurry evident in Draykon's brunette friend, and why she had been so angry with him when it must have seemed to her that he had been so laid back and unhurried about revealing information that she had been searching three years for. Three years is a long time to hold on to hope, and that Fel's crew has done so is a testament to how strong the bonds between them all must be. Neassa wonders how Fel's crew has not taken what information Draykon was able to provide them with about their missing Captain and bolted off to act on it, admiring their restraint even as she understands there may be a need to plan their next move carefully.
One thing still puzzles her after Logan has spoken though, and so Neassa asks Logan in a tone equal parts amused and bewildered, How is it that, she leaves the 'someone like' part out of her question so as not to risk offending Logan, you came to find yourself a member of a smuggling crew, Dr. Logan?
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Post by Daniel Logan on Sept 3, 2018 20:13:54 GMT -8
A small, almost shy smile comes across the doctor's face with the playful punch on his shoulder. He nodded at the mention of Captain Draykon calling the shots. "Of course." In truth he knew who they had to thank, Karana had made it clear that it was Captain Draykon who had gathered this information for them. As to how he was uncertain of, but perhaps someone here knew, or Adrien would reveal his source himself.
He smiled again at the next question of how he found himself on smuggling crew, "You mean someone like me?" He held up his hand to stop any response. "It's a valid question, no shame in asking it. But it is a long story, and not terribly interesting I'm afraid." He glanced at the office where the remaining members of the Fel crew had gone, "In truth I'm still a bit on the outside, but I owe these people my life, Fel included. He was taken from us--them, and like to think I'm doing my part to help get him back." For all his knowledge he felt so lost in this world at times, he knew that Karana and Liya cared enough for him but he always felt like a bit of a burden, one that they had to make do with. "They've lost so much along the way, I couldn't just abandon them." His voice had begun to trail off, almost as if he had left the conversation and was thinking out loud. His eyes lingered on the office door for a moment longer before snapped back into the conversation.
"I'm sorry. It's been a long road and I suspect there is yet another long road ahead." He forced a smile. "What brought you to this crew? Captain Draykon's I mean."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2018 21:02:09 GMT -8
Neassa, tailoring her demeanor to try and make Logan more comfortable, assuming such a thing is possible in the first place, playfully shrugs in an oops-you-caught-me way when Logan correctly adds in the someone like you part she had left out of her question, supposing that she should not be surprised that someone with his intellect, even though he clearly has some degree of social anxiety to contend with, would be able to read between the lines of what is said and left unsaid easier than most. Logan also, unsurprisingly, has an academic's ability to say very little despite talking a lot; his explanation of how he wound up with the Fel crew revealing littel save for the fact that, however it came about, it instilled a great sense of loyalty for the smugglers he has found himself with in Logan.
Lifting a hand and waving it to suggest that Logan's unnecessary apology, which he amusingly appears dispense on a frequent basis suggesting it is a verbal tic or compulsion of his, Neassa answers his question in an abbreviated way, as much in sympathy for the weariness he has evinced as due to her terse conversational style, Chance, explaining further briefly, I signed on with a mate, who didn't end up sticking around for long. Patting Trent on the back, she says, This di'kut here, and your admirer over there, she nods towards Izzy, are old friends of mine that happened to show up out of the blue around that time, and when they signed on I figured I had better stick around to watch their backs.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Sept 4, 2018 5:08:52 GMT -8
==Doc Chop SL==
<<107 PP; S18 Sector, Midnight Shadow>>
The rakatan nods at the history doctor. Such beings were often viewed as necessary, but usually not important when he was from. Only the great enemy had preceded them, & they left few things worth studying. However, he might be one of the few beings in this arm of the galaxy that might actually be interested in, or know something of, the Empire he was raised it. All too many seemed completely unaware of the fact that his people had won the galaxy through main force long before the humans were anything more than slave stock. & held it longer than their vaulted old republic.
-Chop
It is nice to meet a fellow doctor. I, on the other hand, we be responsible for keeping you all moving, if not in one piece.
The grin he wore would have been chilling to the average person, if it hadn't been hidden being his helmet. Of course the helmet itself would be a fairly large tell to the other doctor of his ancient heritage & nature, if not of the personal history he had with that time.
-Chop
To answer a question before it comes up. Neassa & I are both from the same very extended family. Though we had not met before now & came to the ship by our own ways.
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Isabelle Eoura
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"Be one with the shadows."
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Post by Isabelle Eoura on Sept 4, 2018 17:20:15 GMT -8
The door to the office wasn't far away and on the way a quick look in Neassa's direction told her what she had already suspected. Neassa had seen her unusual reaction to the girl. But what could she do? She just turned and kept walking.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What were you thinking?! Get your act together! Staring at some kid like you've never--
With her face hidden from view she reaches up and wipes her eye just before she reached the door to the office.
Keep it together. Get over it. You didn't deserve that, any of it. It doesn't serve any good to wonder.
Just outside the door she hears some voices from within, but she doesn't enter, she only listens to what is being said. She leans against the wall with her ear close to catch as much as she can without actually opening the door.
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Daniel Logan
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Post by Daniel Logan on Sept 4, 2018 18:43:06 GMT -8
"Di'kut?" He laughed, "Ni nayc kar'taylir, kaysh vhisur guuror a kar'tayl luubid jag." Of course his Mand'a wasn't perfect, it was a hard language to study but he was pretty sure he said 'I don't know, he seems like a smart enough guy.' Or as close as he could get with his limited knowledge of the language.
He looked in Isabelle's direction and visibly blushed as Neassa calls her his admirer. He did think they were an odd trio but not unlike his own companions in relation to him. "That's interesting, I would have never guessed." His attention was diverted to Curjas as he spoke up. He found the size of the Mandalorian's buy'ce to be a little distracting and very odd given the size of his body. Then again, as far as he knew that while Mandalorian culture was was predominately human there were aliens among their ranks. He nodded at the information given, despite the question never crossing his mind, "Thank you, I was wondering that." He spoke sincerely for the sole purpose of politeness.
He glanced once again in Isabelle's direction as she leaned against the door. "So is she...? I mean to say, what does, err, I mean what's her?" He stopped realizing he was making a fool of himself. "Does she have a...my book? Does Ami really have my book?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 13:05:36 GMT -8
Neassa is glad she has her buy'ce to conceal her expressions as Logan displays his understanding of Mando'a, revealing an impressive grasp of the language despite his amusingly atrocious accent and pronunciation, and then goes on to awkwardly stammer around a bit when trying to pose what she assumes was intended to be a question of some kind about Izzy, who has apparently told Logan that her name is Ami.
Izzy's use of an alias is, Neassa guesses, undoubtedly accompanied by some kind of made up background that explains Logan's question about a book, though it is anyone's guess as to why Izzy has chosen to conceal her true identity from Logan, or if it is simply Izzy playing a vintage Izzy game of screwing with someone to amuse herself. Neassa's sense of unit loyalty extending even to not risking blowing whatever it is Izzy is doing with Logan on the off chance it is actually something other than Izzy amusing herself, she answers Logan's question in a way that, while not exactly helping Izzy, does not ruin her chances of accomplishing whatever it is she is trying to accomplish. Shrugging a shoulder, Neassa manages not to lie at all as she tells Logan in a tone that suggests she is implicitly apologizing for not being able to answer his question due to the simple fact she has no idea whether or not Izzy/ Ami has the book in question, No idea.
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