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Post by Mortus on Dec 29, 2019 17:59:06 GMT -8
/A ghost appears... a silent form... a shadow passing by/
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Post by Jahla Irie on Jan 1, 2021 12:15:11 GMT -8
*The survey team was about five clicks from the nearest island in the middle of Manaan's vast ocean. They were still within communications range of Ahto City, but it was a hairsbreadth away from needing an additional transponder to send messages back and forth. Jahla sat at the bottom of the reef taking notes on the fish that passed her. She was specifically looking at the life history of the flatfishes the selkath found so palatable here, however, she first needed to take some notes on their distinct behavior. They were quite difficult to spot.
The nautolan's tentacles floated out behind her as she scratched the proper arubesh on her datapad and took some still pictures for the report she would eventually develop. The selkath generically referred these guys as "flatties", but there had to be a better name. There were several small towns that fished for them, but no one was currently looking at raising them for mass distribution. Her principle investigator, Tijuana Phatash, was looking into the burgeoning market of Manaan seafood industry.
Jahla along with seven other nautolan zeno-marine biologists were tasked with understanding the physiological requirements for breeding several prominent species for the sustainable seafood trade. Her eyes swirled with excitement as she thought about the all the information her colleagues would be able to share at dinner tonight. It would certainly be better than the current behavior of the flatty she had found along her transect.
It just sat on the bottom, covered in sand and coral gravel. Two eyes peeked out of the sand colored like the pebbles around it. She would occasionally catch one of the eyeballs rotate around and stare in her direction. They had already collected plenty of physical specimens to describe their anatomy. There were several characteristics that seemed very odd, like a sack along the top of the operculum that seemed to be connected to the inner otolith. She assumed that the placement had something to do with hearing, but to see the creature in action using the structure seemed like it would be noteworthy.
She sat on the bottom for hours waiting for the creature to move. Half of her mind flitted about the dozens of interesting creatures on the reefs. Anemone like structures, corals, the snapping of crustacean claws and the occasional passing scyhpo or hydrozoa. At one point a bright orange squid flashed in front of her. Without thinking she grabbed the snack sized bite and chewed it in the silent blue depths.
Hours of patient watching finally yielded one piece of the puzzle: the flatty lunged forward suddenly and violently as a furry bright orange crab scuttled past the hidden jaws. The fish crunched the crustacean once, twice, then swallowed with a cloud of sand flowing from the edges of the operculum. The odd sac on above the operculum seemed to fluoresce bright orange for just a moment, fading back into the normal taupe of the fish's scales in a flash.
Jahala typed in her datapad what they had expected of this species, finally catching the ambush predation of this creature to put with it's zoological description. She was always seeing patterns in nature, and it was satisfying to her to affirm those patterns. Observation was her favorite part...next to the butchery and supposition of finding out how the anatomy fit together. She smiled wide and began the swim back to the lab station.*
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Post by Lamia Bes'tial on Jan 6, 2021 17:17:11 GMT -8
Lamia walked along the shoreline, letting her feet sink into the sand. It was a comforting feeling to her in this moment. As she walked she thought back to the walks she took with Leto. The laughs, the seriousness... the fights. Gods they fought, but they always seem to get to the other side of it.
She looked down at Angus trotting next to her. He never left her side too often. He was such a good companion.
Lamia sat down on the beach, propping her arms on her knees. She looked out over the waves crashing in front of her. Angus settled next to her, and rested his big head on his paws.
"This was my first home, Angus. I lived here with Sinistra, and Ryddik and Leto. You never met him. He was pretty special and really fecking complicated." Lamia pulled out a spice stick and lit it. She took in a deep inhale and let the smoke float out of her body. She smiled. "Like really complicated. You know the first time he came here, I thought he came to kill me. Boy was I wrong." Lamia looked down at her dog. "What do you think Angus, we could build some stuff here, yeah? I think so. Plus the whisky here is amazing." The dog looked up at her, his eyes seemingly knowing what she was saying. "Yeah, my boy. I agree."
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Post by Per Cula on Jan 6, 2021 17:45:27 GMT -8
Somewhere else in Manaan’s vast ocean, just barely within communications range from Ahto, yet another member of the nautolan xeno-marine biologist research group was in hot pursuit of the wiley octopoid that had stolen her datapad from her not five minutes ago. Granted, she was probably allowing the chase to go on longer than strictly necessary by now, but she was so amused and so impressed by the creature’s intelligence that she couldn’t help but play along.
Her quarry was currently ‘walking’ along the ocean floor, using a couple of tentacles to clutch her datapad close as though it was some kind of treasure. Meanwhile, the other tentacles that were not engaged in propelling it so adroitly across the sand, were struggling to contain the datapad—unwieldy as it was—within two halves of two mismatched shells. Periodically, it would turn its head, glancing at her with one eye or the other, disgruntlement rolling off of it in potent enough waves that it made her tentacles itch.
In short, it was hilarious, and she was having a splendid time... but the fact remained that she was here to do research.
With a sigh that turned into a swarm of bubbles before her, she swam forward to block the octopoid’s path. It stopped short, as if shocked by her sudden burst of speed, then disappeared in an abrupt cloud of ink. She reached out, trying to grab her quarry, but no luck.
Growling to herself, she pushed forward, through the now-dissipating cloud of ink, in search of the octopoid. Luckily, she managed to catch sight of the last of its tentacles slinking into a small recess between two large coral plates.
“I’ve got you, now, sneak-thief,” she grinned.
Then, very carefully, she took a slightly circuitous route to the coral plates in question, trying to come at the octopoid from above. The current was in her favor, and in moments, she was hovering over her quarry’s hiding spot.
Making sure not to put any pressure on the coral plate beneath her, she maneuvered herself so that she could slide her arm into the recess. And was almost immediately met with a defensive snarl of tentacles and suckers. The octopoid was furling itself around its treasure, even as it snaked a couple of tentacles hard around her hand and forearm.
She cursed, then repositioned herself so that she could get her other arm in to assist. Unfortunately, it, too, was met with a couple more tentacles.
It just wasn’t her day.
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Post by Kilda the Saint on Jan 7, 2021 14:37:18 GMT -8
The crash of the waves along the shore was not an unwelcome sound, albeit not the sound he had been expecting. Kilda wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious but, judging by the number of creatures that skittered away at his pained movement, it had been quite some time. It wasn't a bad place to have found himself, to be sure, but it wasn't quite where he'd left himself. He recalled the ship he'd boarded last not to be in the best of conditions, but he'd paid to get from a to b and this was most definitely not b.
As he picked himself up off the shifting sands, images of flashing lights and explosions, blaring klaxons, and rushing water were married with the pounding in his head. Had it been pirates that had caused the transport to crash? Or perhaps just a dispute among the crew? At any rate, the splitting headache that rattled within his helmeted noggin, and the watery surroundings, did little to ease his temperament.
"So this is where the Universe wants me then?" He muttered to himself, the skittering creatures long gone and likely poor conversationalists at any rate. "I suppose I should find out where 'this' is."
His long and tattered cloak, the last vestige of his Arkanian home, replaced his boot-prints with a slug-like trail as it slid along the sand and Kilda walked toward the only beings he could see along this stretch of beach.
"I say, you wouldn't happen to know where we are, would you?" he asked loudly as he came into range of the seated Togruta and her familiar.
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Post by Lamia Bes'tial on Jan 8, 2021 5:32:36 GMT -8
Lamia was startled out of her thoughts by a tattered figure standing next to her. She jumped to her feet with her saber drawn. Angus was at her feet snarling at the man.
"Who are you? What do you want? What do you mean where are we?" She looked him over assessing him. He didn't seem a threat... he certainly didn't smell like a threat. Wafts of old booze hit her nose.
"Good kriff, man, have you drank all the whiskey on Manaan?" Angus growled ready to pounce. Lamia looked down at him. "Socraigh síos, tá seo agam." (Settle down, I've got this). The Togruta stepped closer to him with her saber raised. "So tell me, what is it that you want here?"
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Post by Jahla Irie on Jan 8, 2021 18:14:37 GMT -8
Somewhere else in Manaan’s vast ocean, just barely within communications range from Ahto, yet another member of the nautolan xeno-marine biologist research group was in hot pursuit of the wiley octopoid that had stolen her datapad from her not five minutes ago. Granted, she was probably allowing the chase to go on longer than strictly necessary by now, but she was so amused and so impressed by the creature’s intelligence that she couldn’t help but play along. Her quarry was currently ‘walking’ along the ocean floor, using a couple of tentacles to clutch her datapad close as though it was some kind of treasure. Meanwhile, the other tentacles that were not engaged in propelling it so adroitly across the sand, were struggling to contain the datapad—unwieldy as it was—within two halves of two mismatched shells. Periodically, it would turn its head, glancing at her with one eye or the other, disgruntlement rolling off of it in potent enough waves that it made her tentacles itch. In short, it was hilarious, and she was having a splendid time... but the fact remained that she was here to do research. With a sigh that turned into a swarm of bubbles before her, she swam forward to block the octopoid’s path. It stopped short, as if shocked by her sudden burst of speed, then disappeared in an abrupt cloud of ink. She reached out, trying to grab her quarry, but no luck. Growling to herself, she pushed forward, through the now-dissipating cloud of ink, in search of the octopoid. Luckily, she managed to catch sight of the last of its tentacles slinking into a small recess between two large coral plates. “I’ve got you, now, sneak-thief,” she grinned. Then, very carefully, she took a slightly circuitous route to the coral plates in question, trying to come at the octopoid from above. The current was in her favor, and in moments, she was hovering over her quarry’s hiding spot. Making sure not to put any pressure on the coral plate beneath her, she maneuvered herself so that she could slide her arm into the recess. And was almost immediately met with a defensive snarl of tentacles and suckers. The octopoid was furling itself around its treasure, even as it snaked a couple of tentacles hard around her hand and forearm. She cursed, then repositioned herself so that she could get her other arm in to assist. Unfortunately, it, too, was met with a couple more tentacles. It just wasn’t her day.
They were often dreadfully clever. octopoids. Even still, everything took second fiddle to some tasty morsels. Jahla snapped up a crustacean that snapped at her fingers in defense. She cracked the shell against the coral and set it just outside the reach of the octopoids crevice. It didn't take long for the beast to zip out of his hole for the treat, leaving the datapad tucked in the vacant lair.* |
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Post by Kilda the Saint on Jan 9, 2021 20:44:18 GMT -8
Lamia was startled out of her thoughts by a tattered figure standing next to her. She jumped to her feet with her saber drawn. Angus was at her feet snarling at the man. "Who are you? What do you want? What do you mean where are we?" She looked him over assessing him. He didn't seem a threat... he certainly didn't smell like a threat. Wafts of old booze hit her nose. "Good kriff, man, have you drank all the whiskey on Manaan?" Angus growled ready to pounce. Lamia looked down at him. "Socraigh síos, tá seo agam." (Settle down, I've got this). The Togruta stepped closer to him with her saber raised. "So tell me, what is it that you want here?"
Kilda realized his roguish wink was hidden by his helmet, but quickly recovered with a roguish bow to the seemingly now-amused Lamia."And what I want is to simply know where exactly 'here' might be." |
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Post by Lamia Bes'tial on Jan 11, 2021 7:47:00 GMT -8
Lamia was startled out of her thoughts by a tattered figure standing next to her. She jumped to her feet with her saber drawn. Angus was at her feet snarling at the man. "Who are you? What do you want? What do you mean where are we?" She looked him over assessing him. He didn't seem a threat... he certainly didn't smell like a threat. Wafts of old booze hit her nose. "Good kriff, man, have you drank all the whiskey on Manaan?" Angus growled ready to pounce. Lamia looked down at him. "Socraigh síos, tá seo agam." (Settle down, I've got this). The Togruta stepped closer to him with her saber raised. "So tell me, what is it that you want here?"
Kilda realized his roguish wink was hidden by his helmet, but quickly recovered with a roguish bow to the seemingly now-amused Lamia."And what I want is to simply know where exactly 'here' might be." "Sit. It's alright." She looked at the man again. "Settled down with that buxom talk. I don't take kindly to strangers just walking up to me." Lamia turned her blade off but held the hilt tightly just in case. "You crashed here? And by here, I mean you are on Manaan. Well the beach anyway. I'm Lamia, the leader of the Vegemite Enclave. Maybe we can help you get your ship fixed and get you where you were headed." Lamia wasn't in the mood for a straggler interrupting her business on Manaan. She would be just as happy to send him on his way.
She held up her saber hilt at him and narrowed her blue eyes. "As long as you don't try anything funny. I've got an army of Mandalorians and Sith that will be here in a heartbeat if you do." She patted Angus' head. "And Angus doesn't like it when someone tries to hurt me." Angus growled a low growl and looked up at Lamia. She scratched his ear to let him know she was fine. "So where were you actually headed?" |
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Post by Kilda the Saint on Jan 11, 2021 12:37:49 GMT -8
Lamia stood up straighter and dropped her saber, still in her hand, to her side. She kept it ignited and looked down at Angus. "Sit. It's alright." She looked at the man again. "Settled down with that buxom talk. I don't take kindly to strangers just walking up to me." Lamia turned her blade off but held the hilt tightly just in case. "You crashed here? And by here, I mean you are on Manaan. Well the beach anyway. I'm Lamia, the leader of the Vegemite Enclave. Maybe we can help you get your ship fixed and get you where you were headed." Lamia wasn't in the mood for a straggler interrupting her business on Manaan. She would be just as happy to send him on his way.
She held up her saber hilt at him and narrowed her blue eyes. "As long as you don't try anything funny. I've got an army of Mandalorians and Sith that will be here in a heartbeat if you do." She patted Angus' head. "And Angus doesn't like it when someone tries to hurt me." Angus growled a low growl and looked up at Lamia. She scratched his ear to let him know she was fine. "So where were you actually headed?"
"Where to is not important now - just away from here would be best. And now, Away and now. Definitely best." |
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Post by Per Cula on Jan 11, 2021 12:55:55 GMT -8
*Jahla sat in her observation hovel on the bottom of the coral shelf. She noticed a bright flash above her as Per shifted through the corals after the octopoid. Jahla rose up from the spot and cranked an eye over the mighty chase. She kicked twice and found herself hovering next to Per. The octopoid looked to be making out with Per's datapad, as far as Jahla could tell. She scanned around the seafloor for something that would take the creature's mind off the data pad.
They were often dreadfully clever. octopoids. Even still, everything took second fiddle to some tasty morsels. Jahla snapped up a crustacean that snapped at her fingers in defense. She cracked the shell against the coral and set it just outside the reach of the octopoids crevice. It didn't take long for the beast to zip out of his hole for the treat, leaving the datapad tucked in the vacant lair.* Once both of her hands were released in favor of some tasty treats—a trick she should have thought to use herself—she grabbed her datapad with a sheepish grin. “Thanks,” she offered in Anselmian. “The little guy was way more amusing than he ought to have been, and I guess I got carried away.” She was the youngest of the seven, and fresh out of her schooling. The offer to join this research group had been such an unexpected honor, and had caused rifts in more than a few of her friendships back at school. She was not about to mess this up. So. Anxious to show her colleague that she was in fact a professional, she snapped a couple of stills of the octopoid, and jotted a few quick notes in shorthand to help her with writing up a more complete report later. Fingers a blur on her datapad, she inquired, “Ah, are you headed back to the lab? I think I’m done here, and would be happy to tag along…” |
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Post by Lamia Bes'tial on Jan 11, 2021 17:48:04 GMT -8
Lamia stood up straighter and dropped her saber, still in her hand, to her side. She kept it ignited and looked down at Angus. "Sit. It's alright." She looked at the man again. "Settled down with that buxom talk. I don't take kindly to strangers just walking up to me." Lamia turned her blade off but held the hilt tightly just in case. "You crashed here? And by here, I mean you are on Manaan. Well the beach anyway. I'm Lamia, the leader of the Vegemite Enclave. Maybe we can help you get your ship fixed and get you where you were headed." Lamia wasn't in the mood for a straggler interrupting her business on Manaan. She would be just as happy to send him on his way.
She held up her saber hilt at him and narrowed her blue eyes. "As long as you don't try anything funny. I've got an army of Mandalorians and Sith that will be here in a heartbeat if you do." She patted Angus' head. "And Angus doesn't like it when someone tries to hurt me." Angus growled a low growl and looked up at Lamia. She scratched his ear to let him know she was fine. "So where were you actually headed?"
"Where to is not important now - just away from here would be best. And now, Away and now. Definitely best."
Lamia tilted her head at him as he removed his helmet. "Gods you do look familiar to me. I can't place where I might have met you.... " She narrowed her eyes and it struck her. "Did you ever live on Bimmisari? I feel like you were at the shelter I lived in as a child. Does that sound familiar? |
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Post by Kilda the Saint on Jan 11, 2021 23:59:19 GMT -8
He was definitely a nervous one. Speaking rapidly and looking around like he was waiting for someone to jump him. Lamia didn't feel like he was a danger to her or her crew. She, in fact, felt some weird connection to him.
Lamia tilted her head at him as he removed his helmet. "Gods you do look familiar to me. I can't place where I might have met you.... " She narrowed her eyes and it struck her. "Did you ever live on Bimmisari? I feel like you were at the shelter I lived in as a child. Does that sound familiar? "I was there, yes. A refugee from a war-torn planet with no living relatives and nothing to my name but the cloak I still wear upon my back." Tears welled in his eyes but the helmet did well to mask them from the Torgruta. There is no emotion, only peace."I will tell you that most times, when I imbibe, it is to forget my upbringing," he grunted, his tone a bit less warm than previously, "luckily for you, and unluckily for me, I am not nearly drunk enough to forget right now." He saw the look in her eye and did not want her to think him cold and cruel.
"You misunderstand - I drink not because I hated it there but because I was not able to return to help those I was taken from." In the distance, the ships above the plume of smoke scanned the wreckage for survivors, likely soon to find its manifest and the passenger list therein...
"We should really not stay out in the open like this, my dear," Kilda said, turning once more from her to head down the beach in the direction of what he hoped was her ship, "I must confess I am not entirely welcome on this planet so the sooner I - or we - could leave it the better for...well, me." |
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Post by Lamia Bes'tial on Jan 12, 2021 7:56:33 GMT -8
He was definitely a nervous one. Speaking rapidly and looking around like he was waiting for someone to jump him. Lamia didn't feel like he was a danger to her or her crew. She, in fact, felt some weird connection to him.
Lamia tilted her head at him as he removed his helmet. "Gods you do look familiar to me. I can't place where I might have met you.... " She narrowed her eyes and it struck her. "Did you ever live on Bimmisari? I feel like you were at the shelter I lived in as a child. Does that sound familiar? "I was there, yes. A refugee from a war-torn planet with no living relatives and nothing to my name but the cloak I still wear upon my back." Tears welled in his eyes but the helmet did well to mask them from the Torgruta. There is no emotion, only peace."I will tell you that most times, when I imbibe, it is to forget my upbringing," he grunted, his tone a bit less warm than previously, "luckily for you, and unluckily for me, I am not nearly drunk enough to forget right now." He saw the look in her eye and did not want her to think him cold and cruel.
"You misunderstand - I drink not because I hated it there but because I was not able to return to help those I was taken from." In the distance, the ships above the plume of smoke scanned the wreckage for survivors, likely soon to find its manifest and the passenger list therein...
"We should really not stay out in the open like this, my dear," Kilda said, turning once more from her to head down the beach in the direction of what he hoped was her ship, "I must confess I am not entirely welcome on this planet so the sooner I - or we - could leave it the better for...well, me." "Yes, it's coming back to me now. I remember you being so kind to me. I was a scared child.... and I get the need to numb yourself. I did that a lot over the last few years. Anyway, we aren't in danger here, and as long as you are with me you are fine. I will call for a ship for you. It's not much, but it's yours. From the VE. Do what you wish with it." She gave the leash a gentle tug so that Angus would move and started to walk back to where she was staying. "You are welcome on Myrkr. I have a home there, The Rock. You will be safe. If you want, that is. I still have business to attend to here. We are building more cucumber fields and some other businesses. I will be back home in a short time though." |
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Post by Jahla Irie on Jan 14, 2021 16:21:46 GMT -8
Once both of her hands were released in favor of some tasty treats—a trick she should have thought to use herself—she grabbed her datapad with a sheepish grin. “Thanks,” she offered in Anselmian. “The little guy was way more amusing than he ought to have been, and I guess I got carried away.” She was the youngest of the seven, and fresh out of her schooling. The offer to join this research group had been such an unexpected honor, and had caused rifts in more than a few of her friendships back at school. She was not about to mess this up. So. Anxious to show her colleague that she was in fact a professional, she snapped a couple of stills of the octopoid, and jotted a few quick notes in shorthand to help her with writing up a more complete report later. Fingers a blur on her datapad, she inquired, “Ah, are you headed back to the lab? I think I’m done here, and would be happy to tag along…”
Anyway, Jahala held up a single finger to Per.* "give me a second, I need to grab some of my equipment. Getting back to the lab for dinner sounds great." *Jahla kicked back to the ledge where she had wedged her tripod and sensor array. As she was stowing them in the pack she felt a prickly feeling just under her tentacles.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of movement towards her. A small firaxan shark shot by Jahla as she turned to get a better look at the movement. Jaws snapped on water when she pulled back sharply, letting the tools and her pack fall to the coral sands. The flatty she had been studying bolted out of the sand and the shark trailed after it.
Jahla snatched up the tools and kicked furiously toward Per.* "SWIM!" |
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Post by Per Cula on Jan 16, 2021 5:28:09 GMT -8
*Jahla smiled at Per. Her enthusiasm was so adorable she wanted to give her a hug. Jahla did not though, and instead put out a cool and standoffish calm - not because she didn't like the younger woman - just, well you couldn't know when any someone would stab you in the back. Jahla had always assumed this was a figure of speech, and that most people would not jump at the opportunity... she had just managed to find the minority in all of her experiences. It was really enough of an issue to push to the outside of the field...
Anyway, Jahala held up a single finger to Per.* "give me a second, I need to grab some of my equipment. Getting back to the lab for dinner sounds great." *Jahla kicked back to the ledge where she had wedged her tripod and sensor array. As she was stowing them in the pack she felt a prickly feeling just under her tentacles.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of movement towards her. A small firaxan shark shot by Jahla as she turned to get a better look at the movement. Jaws snapped on water when she pulled back sharply, letting the tools and her pack fall to the coral sands. The flatty she had been studying bolted out of the sand and the shark trailed after it.
Jahla snatched up the tools and kicked furiously toward Per.* "SWIM!" Recognizing the same prickly sensation in her own tentacles, she looked up just in time to see the firaxan shark torpedo by Jahla in pursuit of another fish. Quickly, she stowed her newly recovered datapad in the satchel draped around her shoulders, made sure it was closed and secure, and then kicked off the seafloor as powerfully as she could. Jahla’s imperative came a beat afterwards. Even though this firaxan shark was on the smallish side, she’d heard enough stories about them to know that avoidance was the best policy. Especially if said firaxan shark was on the hunt. Hopefully, they’d get clear before more came, and a frenzy started. That thought didn’t bear dwelling on. She kicked hard at the ocean, her legs moving like a fish tail, propelling her towards the lab. Her tentacles told her that Jahla was somewhere close behind her. But, too soon, the growing prickliness within them told her also that the firaxan shark had refocused on them. Thinking fast, she dipped lower towards the seafloor to grab the first rock she could reach as she swam past. If it came to it, she’d use it to help defend herself and Jahla. |
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Post by Per Cula on Jan 16, 2021 5:28:24 GMT -8
*Jahla smiled at Per. Her enthusiasm was so adorable she wanted to give her a hug. Jahla did not though, and instead put out a cool and standoffish calm - not because she didn't like the younger woman - just, well you couldn't know when any someone would stab you in the back. Jahla had always assumed this was a figure of speech, and that most people would not jump at the opportunity... she had just managed to find the minority in all of her experiences. It was really enough of an issue to push to the outside of the field...
Anyway, Jahala held up a single finger to Per.* "give me a second, I need to grab some of my equipment. Getting back to the lab for dinner sounds great." *Jahla kicked back to the ledge where she had wedged her tripod and sensor array. As she was stowing them in the pack she felt a prickly feeling just under her tentacles.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of movement towards her. A small firaxan shark shot by Jahla as she turned to get a better look at the movement. Jaws snapped on water when she pulled back sharply, letting the tools and her pack fall to the coral sands. The flatty she had been studying bolted out of the sand and the shark trailed after it.
Jahla snatched up the tools and kicked furiously toward Per.* "SWIM!" Recognizing the same prickly sensation in her own tentacles, she looked up just in time to see the firaxan shark torpedo by Jahla in pursuit of another fish. Quickly, she stowed her newly recovered datapad in the satchel draped around her shoulders, made sure it was closed and secure, and then kicked off the seafloor as powerfully as she could. Jahla’s imperative came a beat afterwards. Even though this firaxan shark was on the smallish side, she’d heard enough stories about them to know that avoidance was the best policy. Especially if said firaxan shark was on the hunt. Hopefully, they’d get clear before more came, and a frenzy started. That thought didn’t bear dwelling on. She kicked hard at the ocean, her legs moving like a fish tail, propelling her towards the lab. Her tentacles told her that Jahla was somewhere close behind her. But, too soon, the growing prickliness within them told her also that the firaxan shark had refocused on them. Thinking fast, she dipped lower towards the seafloor to grab the first rock she could reach as she swam past. If it came to it, she’d use it to help defend herself and Jahla. |
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Post by Jahla Irie on Jan 18, 2021 8:36:51 GMT -8
Recognizing the same prickly sensation in her own tentacles, she looked up just in time to see the firaxan shark torpedo by Jahla in pursuit of another fish. Quickly, she stowed her newly recovered datapad in the satchel draped around her shoulders, made sure it was closed and secure, and then kicked off the seafloor as powerfully as she could. Jahla’s imperative came a beat afterwards. Even though this firaxan shark was on the smallish side, she’d heard enough stories about them to know that avoidance was the best policy. Especially if said firaxan shark was on the hunt. Hopefully, they’d get clear before more came, and a frenzy started. That thought didn’t bear dwelling on. She kicked hard at the ocean, her legs moving like a fish tail, propelling her towards the lab. Her tentacles told her that Jahla was somewhere close behind her. But, too soon, the growing prickliness within them told her also that the firaxan shark had refocused on them. Thinking fast, she dipped lower towards the seafloor to grab the first rock she could reach as she swam past. If it came to it, she’d use it to help defend herself and Jahla.
The back of her tentacles tingled again halting her thoughts on the behavioral biology of the firaxa. She looked over her shoulder to see a significantly larger firaxa torpedoing through the water towards them. Jahla kicked harder. They just needed to make it to the sonic gate in the shallows. The creatures were incredibly sensitive to sound. Why they hadn't been sent out with sonic cages was beyond her comprehension, but she didn't have the tiny puck that would confuse the beasts.* |
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Cuyan Skirata
The Vegemite Enclave
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Affiliation: Kara'yaim
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Jan 21, 2021 8:13:49 GMT -8
Cuyan touched down at what had once been the feared Dun na Manaan, citadel of the Oglaigh na Iarnidoideanna. His father had been well acquainted with their former king, though Cuyan had never met him personally. Lady Lamia had ordered some of his clan's home recipe liquors. Kri'gee, Ne'tra Gal, Tihaar, and Narcolethe. He also thought he might take in a bit of fishing while he was here, and take some rest as his son and siblings were always after him to do. He loaded his repulsor sled and and hopped on the platform, his helmet off to enjoy the sea air. He light a cigarra and turned on a holonet music channel, driving along the beach.
It was nice here, soothing. He saw in the middle distance a tall and shapely Togruta with a large dog, speaking to someone. He knew her as Lady Lamia, and he figured he should ask where she wanted her delivery
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Lamia Bes'tial
The Vegemite Enclave
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Affiliation: VSE, The Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Lamia Bes'tial on Jan 21, 2021 8:38:50 GMT -8
Lamia sat on the ramp of her ship, smoking her spice stick, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. She had gotten Kilda sent off to Myrkr on his own ship, wishing him well and giving him permission to stay as long as he wanted, or to not stay at all. She shook her head, marveling at the coincidence of him crashing here, after not seeing him for so many years.
The togruta's data pad sounded. Her booze shipment from Cuyan was here. Her intentions were to re-open the Mortus, give the VE a place to land while they farmed the floating cucumber fields, mined the Kolto and hatched fish. A simple life after so much strife of the past.
Soon she would have her equipment and hydroponics to start the fields, and she would send for Ryddik, who was currently holding the fort back at the The Rock.
Lamia took a drag of her spice stick and put it out on the ramp, tucking the unfinished bit in her pocket. Yes, this would be a good thing for sure.
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