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Post by Captain_Riposte on Feb 10, 2016 20:21:46 GMT -8
Mara spotted the Zabrak and approached her booth indirectly. She slipped into the opposite seat. A wide, toothy grin spread across her red lips."Hi."
The woman's eyes glided slowly down to Sugerii's fingers on the mysterious case. Her grin faded into a sulky scowl.
"Why the drumroll? Date stand you up?"
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Post by Paradigm on Feb 10, 2016 20:47:40 GMT -8
Sugerii shook her head with a frown and narrowed her eyes. She studied the woman across the table from her- apparently intended to be her escort. She would have preferred a droid or someone without any emotions. Then there would be no mindless chatter- no irritating disagreements- no judgement. She supposed though, that she best make the most of it. This woman probably wanted to be doing other things with her life also. So- Sugerii forced a small smile to her face, but a Zabrak often found it difficult to look non threatening.
No- I just, well, I don't really like this planet. Want to get the job done and over with.
She said honestly. She tilted her head slightly at the strange expression on the woman's face. Great, they sent her a loony.
But you seem to like it here- or you're really trying hard to fake it.
She pointed out with a flat lined expression.
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Post by Captain_Riposte on Feb 10, 2016 21:07:26 GMT -8
Mara closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Then the emerald eyes were opened and stared deep into the Zabrak's. "I died here," she said. Her eyes drifted away, staring seemingly into space. "Then I was reborn. Coming here feels like going home. But I come from far, far away."
She turned back to the Zabrak and smiled. "Trust me, I'm just as anxious to you get to the Jedi Temple, but you'd better eat something first. There's nothing like trekking on an empty stomach across an entire jungle that wants to eat you. I can't tell you how disappointed the veggies get when the meat is lean."
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Post by Paradigm on Feb 12, 2016 14:46:46 GMT -8
Sugerii pondered for a moment, trying to figure why anyone would want to make this place their home. It must have taken a major life event to change this woman's perspective. She's said it herself- the jungle wanted to eat them. Maybe she would need some kind of escort after all, well, unless they were going to take a ship and fly over the carnivorousness jungle? Yea, she could do that on her own.
Glad to see you feeling so at home here, I suppose.
The Zabrak said with a slight shrug and knitted eyebrows. When the waitress finally showed her yellow twi'lek face, Sugerii was quick to order a stake sandwich and a bottle of Felucian meed, what ever that was, as long as it was alcoholic. Nothing too elaborate either. She wanted to knock the stress off without knocking herself over and she wanted to get the job done without apparently disappointing the jungle.
Sitting back and waiting on food to arrive, she folded her arms on the table, her right gloved hand resting below her red skinned left one. She regarded Mara curiously, and after the waitress took her order, Sugerii asked the question which had been biting at her this whole trip.
So- this planet's looked after by the Jedi, right? Why then, do they think it so dangerous that they sent me an escort?
She asked this pointedly, but her goal was not to upset, or belittle Mara. Indeed, Sugerii felt herself rather belittled at the moment. Perhaps, if Mara made her aware of some dark plot or something involving her mission, the Zabrak would feel a bit more justified- but chances were that Mara had no idea either.
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Post by Captain_Riposte on Feb 13, 2016 22:08:33 GMT -8
Mara smiled at the waitress and ordered a nerf sausage and Felucian salad with a Diet Fizzyglug. Once the Twi'lek left, she returned her attention to the Zabrak.
"Not everything is under Jedi control," Mara replied. "Rancors are just as eager to dine on your flesh, though that's a less embarrassing way to go out than becoming plant food."
She then leaned forward, suddenly serious. Hard emerald eyes locked with Sugerii's. The smile vanished, and she spoke in a low voice. "Look, I don't know what you carry and I didn't ask. If it's the rancors your employer is worried about, he'd have hired hunters and trackers. You're a soldier--I see it in your walk. An old hurt still dogs you, but I think you can handle a fight. Your employer paid extra for an escort of my caliber. He isn't concerned about street thugs looking for an easy catch."
Mara sat up strait again and resumed in her usual pitch. "Now that that's out of the way, we need to lay some ground rules. You are my charge. That means I'm responsible for you. If you die, I don't get paid. If you lose your package, I don't get paid. If I die, I don't get paid. If you lose a limb, my pay gets docked to cover your treatment. So believe me, your safety is my priority. Keep your head up, your wits sharp, your blaster ready, and follow my lead. We'll make it through." Then she smiled, as if her point needed reassuring.
"Oh, and, do be careful about that mead. You're going to need all of your senses to survive the jungle."
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Post by Paradigm on Feb 19, 2016 23:23:12 GMT -8
For a moment, the Zabrak seemed completely focused on Mara. The woman who had started out so strange and overly happy to be here, suddenly turned serious, drawing Sugerii in instantly. She recognized the woman quickly as one who found it familiar to give out orders- or to follow them strictly. Could she have something in common with Sugerii? What ever the case, the Zabrak's attention lent itself to the returning waitress, delivering their drinks. As soon as the girl left, Sugerii nodded to Mara firmly.
Understood.
She responded, crisply, as if answering some direct order- like second nature. Uncorking the bottle of the strange amber liquid, the Zabrak took an undignified, long draft of the drink and when Mara's last statement hit her ears, she placed the bottle down somewhat firmly.
Alright, I'm sorry. This planet might be dangerous, and with all due respect, our employer might feel the need to have a chaperon escort me around it like an injured AKK dog- but why the kriff are we tramping through the carnivorous jungle, when we could just take a transport ship? Does this planet not have transport ships? Will it upset the wild life or something?
Sugerii grumbled and took another drink of the meed before closing her eyes and calming herself. She lowered her voice to almost a whisper.
I mean, I might be nervous about it- if anyone around here knew I was carrying important cargo- which, by the way, I have no idea what it is either. But, who would know I'm here?
She glanced at the bottle of Meed and sighed with a shake of her head, adding assuredly.
I'm just frustrated, I'm sorry. You won't have to worry about my stability should the situation turn violent. I hold my drink better than any Mandalorian.
But Mara's statement made her nervous and she cautiously checked to make sure the case still rested securely in her lap.
And you're right- they did hire you for something.
Her gloved hand flinched slightly and she closed her eyes.
I should just shut up and trust their choice- not listening to superiors can...hurt. She added with a frown.
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Post by Captain_Riposte on Feb 22, 2016 10:34:48 GMT -8
Mara sipped her Fizzyglug as Sugerii ranted, her cat-like eyes glowering at the Zabrak at the other end of the glass. She put down the drink with a slow, predatorial descent until it landed on the coaster without a sound.
"You're thinking like the Rancor. He crashes about as he chases his prey, shouting and stomping and announcing his presence to the whole world," Mara said darkly. "His methods are crude. The task at hand demands the way of the Maalraas. They walk about unseen, cloaked by the Force, strengthened by their pack."
Mara relaxed, folding her hands behind her head. "It's almost sad, how their targets aren't expecting them. They spot their prey, each pack member moves into position, and then. . .STRIKE!" Metal clicked and Mara lunged forward. A vibroshiv hummed in her outstretched hand. Macabre laughter escaped her skull-like grin as she re-folded the knife and receded back to her end of the table. "Any more questions?"
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Post by Paradigm on Feb 23, 2016 9:52:14 GMT -8
Augerii blinked as Mara went off about Rankor and other creatures. It obviously made sense to her, but at the moment, she didn't feel too conspicuous. But then Mara lunged forward with a weapon and the Zabrak's broad shoulders shifted, her right gloved hand twitching upward very slightly. Her eyes narrowed on the shiv as Mara put it away. She wasn't afraid, but years of training had instilled in her the need to move quickly, and past accidents only hammered that into her head even more so.
From what I can tell- the Rancor still gets to eat. She pointed out, then shook her head and leaned back in her seat.
And I suppose I don't have any more questions, sense you never answered my first one- unless your whole story about hunting methods was suppose to mean, taking a ship would be too noticeableShe frowned.. In which case- I'm perfectly fine with taking a stroll among the man eating planets. I just like having reasons for what I do.
The waitress returned, asking if they would like anything to eat, of they might want something else to drink. She waited patiently for their responses.
A strange creature, spindly, and not too tall, entered the pub. His hard looking skin shown orange/yellow and his large insectoid green eyes scanned the crowd almost nervously as he settled on a booth in the back and sat his spiny body down. Presently, the creature had his back to the two, a few booths away and he seemed to be minding his own business.
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Post by Captain_Riposte on Feb 24, 2016 8:25:59 GMT -8
Mara assumed a perfect guise of normalcy as she turned to the approaching waitress. As she did so, she saw out of the corner of her eye a new customer a few booths down. She eyed the insectoid creature and made mentally tagged its location as the waitress checked on her customers, but Mara could see no clear signs of threat. Mara returned her attention to the waitress with a smile. "Nerf steak and Felucian salad," she requested. "Just a refill will do."
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Post by Paradigm on Mar 30, 2016 19:11:04 GMT -8
I Just want the burger...
Sugerii mused, realizing she had no idea what half of the stuff meant on the menu. She watched as the waitress left, and then took a quick sweep of the place with her eyes. She noticed the Kobok almost at once- not because she knew him, but because he wasn't a human, or a Twi'lek, and- he was yellow. She narrowed her eyes and hunkered down in the booth, resting on her elbows and peering at Mara closely.
Talking bugs give me the creeps.
She sat back and waited on the food to arrive, every so often, glancing over her shoulder at the Kobok's 3ed eye, round and green on the back of it's head.
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Post by Captain_Riposte on Jul 27, 2016 22:10:08 GMT -8
Mara nodded slowly, eyes shifting as if they could turn in their sockets to peer behind her back.
"Which way is it facing?" she asked. Mara lived by one cardinal rule: every situation was a trap. Normally she'd pretend to freshen up with her makeup mirror to see a suspected tail reflected from over her shoulder. This time she asked Sugerii instead. It was less conspicuous than lunch-time vanity, and, Mara hoped, the gesture could help build the Zabrak's trust. The young courier may not notice the effect, but that little psychological preparation could make all the difference in how well she would follow Mara's instincts in the carnivorous jungle.
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Post by Paradigm on Aug 5, 2016 9:07:35 GMT -8
Sugerii blinked, her yellowish eyes darting upwards then back down to Marra again. It's facing away from us- but, it's a Kobok. Nasty little beasts. She muttered. They have a third eye on the back of their heads- it's compound, so you can't really tell where it's pointing- though, they always seem to be looking at you. The Zabrak shivered, very uncharacteristically and shook her head, taking another long draft of her bottle. Their spines on their arms and legs have a venom that can knock out a human flat- It's not as bad for me- but that stuff still hurts like hell.
The waitress returned with their orders before moving to another table, namely the insectoid's. A series of chattering clicks, mixed with basic rattled at the Twi'lek and she nodded before leaving.
Sugerii narrowed her eyes and eyed her burger suspiciously. And they're speech is so irritating. with a sigh, she hesitantly took the burger and shook her head. Sorry- just stupid flash backs. I'm sure not every Kobok is a slimy backstabbing shabb.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Sept 11, 2016 16:04:23 GMT -8
*Their first mission together as a team. All of them were excited to some degree, or at least eager to test their skills. Of course, Morgan had to get a little help from her father, who'd pulled a few strings and given them a small mission to carry out in Felucia's capital city of Kway Teow. Morgan had once helped bust a small drug ring in Niango quite some time ago, but the law enforcement there hadn't been too fond of the idea of young children, Jedi or not, getting involved in criminal activity.
The capital, however, was far more receptive of the idea, and Morgan's little band of five were on their way to investigate yet another small-time drug ring, this time dealing with the illegal trade of Felucian mushrooms. At the present time, Kway Teow law enforcement didn't have the resources to properly and swiftly track down the heart of the ring, but with the aid of five capable Jedi students—one with some experience in this field—they felt more than certain they would close this case.
Morgan was pleased at their reception, but the nature of the crime took full focus in her mind; their misuse of the planet's natural resources was not something the Daughter of Felucia would take lightly. Nor, it seemed, would Sylvie, empathizing with Morgan's concerns; her being a Sylphe likely had a lot to do with that, but Morgan was happy to have someone understand.
At least, on a superficial level.
And so the team arrived at Kway Teow, piloting one of the Base's shuttles; as it turned out, their Arkanian teammate had a little experience with piloting. He was still fairly amateur, however, so he was aided by Morgan's father's R3 unit, Bolt, who oversaw their safe arrival in the city.*
"Alright," *Kodagin declared, pounding his fist into his palm rhythmically,* "Let's bust down every door until we find them!"
*Laney blinked at the Devaronian, slowly shaking her head.* "I don't think that's the best idea, Koda..."
*The boy frowned at the half-Zeltron, scowling.* "Why not?!"
"Because it's illegal and a waste of time," *explained Niam's accented voice, entering the passenger area from the cockpit, Bolt trundling along behind him.* "Homes can't be searched without a warrant. Besides, the police already have leads for us to follow."
*Kodagin grumbled and headed for the ship's ramp along with the others, Morgan waiting there to lower it. She was dressed in her Felucian tunic, feeling the most comfortable and prepared in the outfit, with her Force-imbued whip looped around one shoulder, bow and quiver around the other, and lightsaber at her hip. She was easily the most decorated of the team, or at least as far as weapons went; Sylvie and Laney both wore somewhat decorative outfits. Sylvie's, however, were more in line with her species' culture, whereas Laney's seemed more... showy. Then again, Zeltrons in general tended to be showy...*
"Bolt, keep the ship safe, got it?" *Morgan asked the green droid. It tweeted an affirmative, eliciting a grin from Morgan as the team of five descended the ramp down into Kway Teow.*
"So this is what the city's like in person," *Sylvie commented, looking around at the buildings with interest and perhaps a touch of apprehension.*
*Laney beamed at her.* "Yep!" *The blue-haired girl put a hand on Sylvie's shoulder, the other hand gesturing around.* "This is where all the people are! And all the fun too! There's places to eat, places to have fun, places to relax..."
"If you ask me, all the fun's out in the jungle," *Morgan interjected with a grin.*
*Sylvie nodded in agreement, adding,* "It's too... artificial here..."
*Laney let out a mock-pout.* "You're all no fun!"
"I'd hate to interrupt," *the Arkanian butted in sarcastically,* "but shouldn't we be meeting with local law enforcement?"
*Laney looked at him with a genuine pout, but he was right after all: They had a job here to do. So they quickly found the local police headquarters and introduced themselves. Surprisingly—or perhaps not so—some of the officers on duty seemed skeptic about this group of five ten- and eleven-year-olds coming in to take on some serious task, especially with the odd way the females dressed. It was that moment Morgan wondered if perhaps she should have worn something more Jedi-appropriate; the boys both wore standard combat gear, after all. She could sense no such remorse from the other two girls, and she supposed they had their reasons, but Morgan, being used to more "standard" culture, maybe should have known better.
But then, she'd also worn the same outfit during the train heist on Garqi and gotten away with it fine, who cared what anyone thought?
Still, her name alone did carry a little weight. Granted, mostly because of her father more than anything, but her prowess in Niango with Serena certainly helped. The group met with the sheriff and a couple other officers, who briefed the team on everything they knew up to that point. Understandably, one of the officers voiced concern with sending in kids, Jedi or not, into a possibly hostile territory, but all five members of the group were confident in their abilities and reminded the officers that they had the blessing of the Jedi.
And so, after a bit of discussion and some ignored suggestions by Koda, the group had formulated a basic plan: Patrol the city, look for suspicious activity carried out by potential members of the ring, tail them to discover their hideout. It seemed that, confidence and blessing of the Order or not, the officers had still drawn the line at infiltration of the hideout; the plan had called for actual law enforcement to get involved at this step. It seemed like a slight, having the kids do the boring work while the law enforcement got to actually bust the ring.*
"'Boring' is hardly the term I'd use," *Niam responded to Morgan's moping as they stood outside the headquarters once more.* "It's rather exciting, collecting the data, piecing it together, discovering what the clues mean."
*Koda scoffed.* "It's more fun to actually get the goons and show 'em who's boss!"
*The Arkanian's eyes rolled behind his goggles.* "Of course you'd think that."
*Koda glared, causing Laney to instinctively step between the two boys, uncertain smile on her face as she offered,* "Well, maybe we'll run into some trouble on the way and we'll have to defend ourselves!"
"Just remember, we're doing this to help people, to help the planet, and to grow as a team," *Morgan reminded them. While she had initially voiced the sentiment of wishing to actually be the ones who busted the ring, she still remembered her priorities. Felucia was more important to her than recognition; her motivation for wanting to confront the fiends was to give them a piece of her mind, not for boosting her public perception.*
"Right!" *Sylvie chimed in, reaching for the two nearest people, who happened to be Morgan and Koda, and pulling them close to her, arms around their shoulders as she beamed.* "We're a radical team and we're gonna prove it!"
*Morgan giggled at her enthusiasm, while Koda didn't seem to know how to take this little action.
Niam shrugged and looked at Morgan.* "You're right that we need to grow as a team," *he looked away from her and scanned the others,* "so perhaps it's best we're starting with a simpler mission, then?"
*Apparently, this thought hadn't occurred to any of the other four, who all seemed to have a similar moment of realization followed by acceptance. Except from Koda, who grumbled something about them being good enough to take on anything.
They then split up into three teams, each with their own datapad that contained all known info and potential suspects. One group consisted of Niam and Laney, the other being Koda and Sylvie. Morgan, more familiar with the planet and its cities, had split off into her own third party. The three groups kept in contact via headpieces, Niam acting as their coordinator; a natural choice, though it was met with some slight resistance from Koda. That ego would have to be worked on...
And thus the investigation commenced. The three teams spread out, decreasing their likelihood of running into each other, and patrolling various locales where the most likely suspects were usually spotted. Morgan's own section of the city contained what appeared to be a quaint little sandwich shop, something she nearly became distracted staring at. She made a note of it on her datapad and resumed the mission; she was definitely coming back here sometime. Maybe a celebration party after a successful mission... ?*
"See anything yet?" *she spoke into her headpiece after several moments of unsuccessful searching.*
"Laney and I are tailing a suspect now," *came Niam's response.
A crackling sigh preceded Koda's exasperated voice.* "For real?"
*Morgan barely managed to stifle a snicker.*
"He might've noticed us," *Niam continued,* "but I don't think he cares about a couple of kids. Going silent."
"Right," *Morgan replied, mind back to the present.
She appeared to be in some sort of residential district, with several homes on each block. Not a lot of property... A corner of her mouth briefly curled into a half-frown; she couldn't imagine being restricted to such a small space for play. She could vaguely remember the yard she had to play in when she was very little, and it was decently sizable, but now she was made aware of just how little memory she had of the old home. She didn't want to lose those memories...
Focus. She kept letting herself get distracted by little things and it wouldn't do her any favors, especially if her distractions resulted in her missing a clue—
She froze in her tracks at the sight of a Gossam walking toward a speeder. Gossams... ugly, greedy things, and one of the earliest colonists of the world. But this one had a distinctive mark: A somewhat splotchy-looking birthmark under his left eye. Morgan's eyes widened as she pulled out her datapad, pulling up the list of profiles once more. And there he was... the same Gossam. The same mark. That was him. She'd found one! Now to trail him.
... but he had a speeder! Morgan gasped, putting her datapad away as the engines started. No! He wasn't getting away! But what did she do?!
Go.
Morgan took off at a sprint at the sudden motivation, not entirely sure what she thought she was going to do, but she had to reach that speeder. And as it began to move, Morgan leaped forward, latching onto the spoiler with her hands and planting a foot on the bumper. She pulled her other foot up onto the bumper and huddled against the back of the vehicle.
This was crazy! Not to mention dangerous! What was she thinking?! Well, obviously she was thinking she had to find the best way to tail this guy... Which, apparently, had been to grab his bumper. "Please don't go fast," she thought. But wait, she was out in the open! Even if she was hiding below his line of sight, other people would certainly see and point her out! Think... trunk! Readjusting her right hand to grip more firmly onto the spoiler, she removed her right hand to feel around for a handle or button. There it was... and to her delight, it was unlocked! She lifted the trunk as slightly as she could, hoping not to draw attention, and wriggled her way in, only lifting it more when the items around her torso gave resistance. She then squatted down within the trunk, keeping her hands on the roof to prevent it from closing on her. The minimal light that crept in coupled with the faint purple glow of her whip revealed very little within the trunk other than a handful of unassuming cases. The drugs... ?
Morgan held on for the ride, arms starting to get tired from holding up the trunk. She was just grateful this wasn't a more primitive vessel, or else she'd have to worry about bumps in the road that could have very well locked her in.*
"Guys," *she spoke into her headpiece,* "I'm in one of them's trunk."
"What?!" *exclaimed Koda.* "Where are you?! We're coming there and busting you out! Then busting them up!"
*Morgan was actually a bit touched at his concern, but she quickly replied,* "No no! It's open! I climbed in to follow him!"
"Oh. ... bust him up anyway!"
*She allowed herself to smile before continuing,* "I hope this leads me right to their headquarters."
"If the Force wills it, we'll meet you there," *came the confident tone of Niam.*
"Yeah... well... wait up for us, would ya?!" *responded an irritated Koda.
This... was very fun. Their entire team, working together towards a singular goal, interacting with and playing off one another. Sure, she was stuck in a speeder trunk keeping it open with sore arms right now, but it was a mission! And when they were done here, they'd not only have rounded up a criminal ring and removed them from the city, they'd grow as a team and prove capable of taking on even more missions!
The speeder was slowing, making turns. Destination arrival? It came to a complete stop before the sounds of a door opening and closing were heard. Then an inquisitive noise from the Gossam...
... and the trunk was pushed shut.
Morgan gasped, heart thumping. Mostly she had been worried her cover was about to be blown, but the trunk shutting... Well, it was a minor inconvenience, she just wanted to be able to easily hop out once the destination was reached. So she collected herself, calming down and breathing deeply. Then she raised her left hand, reaching out with her mind for the locking mechanism, searching for the latch and release...
Once more, the trunk popped open. She released a sigh of relief and then waited, again extending her senses. The immediate area seemed to be clear. Quietly, Morgan lifted the trunk, peering out into what seemed to be a small, single-level parking garage, and this wasn't the only speeder there. She hopped out, feet planting on the duracrete floor.*
"Morgan, behind you."
*Morgan gasped and turned at the voice in her ear, to see Niam and Laney a short distance away. So they'd found the same place after all. Morgan breathed another sigh of relief, then signaled Koda and Sylvie's datapad to give them their current location. She looked up just as the blue-haired half-Zeltron met her first, throwing her arms around her in relief. Morgan smiled and hugged her back, then waited for Niam to arrive.*
"You barely beat us here, but you had an advantage," *he joked, pointing his thumb at the opened-trunk speeder.
She grinned, then looked around at their current location.* "If we both got here, that means this must be it."
"Reasonable to assume."
*Morgan walked up to the wall of the garage, peering through the crevice at their surroundings. It seemed the garage was set next to a rather unassuming two-story office building, with what little windows there were obscured by shades. It was almost cliche.*
"There they are!" *a voice called out, leaving the trio to whirl around, expecting trouble... but it was just Koda, who was running up to them with Sylvie.* "Where are they?! Let's get—"
*He was immediately shushed by Morgan and Laney.* "They don't know we're here yet!" *Morgan explained.
And from there, the plan was formulated: They had no way of knowing for sure this was actually the drug ring's headquarters without getting a peek inside, so they had to get proof. Laney and Sylvie would distract them at the front door, pretending to be lost children searching for directions while Koda watched from hiding should he need to provide backup. Meanwhile, Niam would quietly disassemble the window, allowing Morgan to sneak in. They could have run into complications with other members of the ring, but they would deal with them as that came.
As it turned out though, they had all the proof they needed from the very room Morgan entered; there were quite a few mushroom samples here, as well as monitors and other equipment known to be used in drug rings. Morgan quickly snapped some holos and retreated out the window, sending the information and the location along to the local law enforcement.
It didn't take long. The police arrived, scouring the building and rounding up its occupants. They'd identified the ringleader and had him cuffed, but instead of lead him directly to the speeders, they stopped him just outside the building, where the small group of kids was gathered. The officer who led him had a bit of a smug hint to his voice as he explained,* "These five kids were the ones who led us to you."
*The Aqualish seemed dumbfounded but otherwise did not speak. Nor did the children at first; Laney and Koda both seemed proud of their accomplishment, Niam seemed satisfied, but Morgan and Sylvie both scowled at him with contempt.*
"You should be ashamed of yourself," *Morgan spoke surprisingly softly.* "Those mushrooms can be dangerous! And you're just taking them from the planet and spreading them around!"
"Yeah!" *Sylvie chimed in, considerably louder.* "Those belong to the planet! Not you! What you've done is most heinous, and I won't stand for it!"
"You will not hurt this planet anymore," *Morgan added, still with tranquil fury. Her serious attitude, coupled with the look she gave the Aqualish, was enough to make him cower. But still, he said no more as he was taken away.
The team was then taken back to law enforcement headquarters, where they were commended for their efforts. Morgan felt a little more at ease now that the task was taken care of, especially now that those fiends would be put behind bars and their operations ceased. They were then told that they could volunteer their services anytime, and they would find something appropriate they could do, albeit it might have been more likely they'd receive smaller duties pertaining to caretaking of the city rather than busting crimes.*
"We were so close to getting to be able to bust them ourselves!" *Koda lamented once back on their ship, holding up his palms and flexing his fingers as though gripping something. Despite this, he still seemed rather energized by the mission's success.*
"We did 'bust them ourselves,'" *Niam explained as he headed towards the cockpit with Bolt. He gestured over his shoulder in Morgan's direction.* "Morgan provided the evidence necessary to lead to their capture."
"Aw, but we could have been the ones to arrest them at least!" *Koda growled at him, then, turning to Morgan, pleaded,* "Couldn't you have let one of them see you? Then we could've stopped them!"
*Morgan grinned, shaking her head.* "Don't you know a Jedi's not supposed to crave such things?" *she teased.
Koda grumbled, then plopped down into one of the passenger seats. The girls giggled at him.*
"Well," *Sylvie offered, taking a seat herself,* "I, for one, am just happy to know those dudes won't be hurting nature anymore!"
*Morgan nodded her agreement. Laney, also taking a seat between them, stretched her arms out then lowered them around the two girls' shoulders, chiming in,* "And it was great getting to see the city! And kicking some butt."
*Morgan giggled and snuggled against her friend as the ship began to lift off for the trip back to the base. She could not wait to report back. And, hopefully, be sent on other missions as well...*
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 13, 2017 21:40:39 GMT -8
==Herd Ship SL== <<106 PP; R6 Sector, Felucia, Kway Teow>>
The Heavenly Commendation set down in one of the scattered landing areas of the city. The delegation on board was mostly technicians, though there were a number of diplomats as well. The goal of the mission was to talk their way into gaining access to one of the several of the Ithorian Herd ships that inhabited the planet. Until then the techs had little enough to do but wait & see the sights. With those as the two main options, most of the techs scattered out into the city to take in the tourist locations. The Diplomats on the other hand, set about trying to locate the Ithorian enclaves. Having located one listed in the local directories, the group of diplomats sets out to make introductions.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 19, 2017 18:43:15 GMT -8
==Herd Ship SL== <<106 PP; R6 Sector, Felucia, Kway Teow>>
The talks with the Ithorian compound lasted for weeks. At first, the majority of the doubt came from the fact that the Infinite Imperium was allied openly with the First Order. The second major issue was their mandalorian heritage. After all, it had not been all that long since the last crusade had been launched. However, they diplomats remained steadfast in their attempts to gain access to a working herd ship. Most of their efforts went into assuring that Ithorians that they had no ulterior plan for the information gained that a simple upgrade to their own shipboard standard of living. It would likely take much more effort.
The various technicians in the group were still enjoying the various sites & attractions of the city & the surrounding area. They were fine with the talks taking a while, as they were being paid just to be on hand in case the talks succeeded. There is nothing quiet like being paid to play tourist is a nice city.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 15, 2017 20:56:04 GMT -8
==Herd Ship SL== <<106 PP; R6 Sector, Felucia, Kway Teow>>
At long last, the diplomats managed some solid progress. It was only a temporary work pass on one of the local herd ships. But it would be a foothold from which to earn further time & access. In all likelihood, this was a mission that would take years if not decades to really start showing fruit. On the other hand, they were already getting hands on instruction in various systems by their Ithorian hosts. With the constant connection to the Imperium's holonet, the technicians were walking data-feeds discovering a wealth of information on how to construct efficient enclosed ecosystems. Of course, the diplomats' work wasn't done either. Now that a foothold had been established, they real work of gaining the technicians unrestricted access & hands on instruction would begin.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Mar 22, 2023 13:21:34 GMT -8
The transport landed at the starport, if it could be called such. The organic transport ironically looking more at home that the industrial shuttles and equipment that was scattered around. The warrior and shaper in charge, along with a squad of warriors headed for the marketplace, specifically for where the large animals were kept. There was little there but what they had come for was available. The best transport on the ground for Felucia was readily abundant as it was the best and cheapest, and well, they didn’t break and took no fuel. Gelagrubs. The Shaper and warrior quickly purchased a hundred eggs from the best breeders at the market and had the warrior squad carry their purchases and the information about how to care for the beasts back to the transport. Two hours after landing they were in the air again, heading back into space.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 4, 2023 19:52:40 GMT -8
==On Wing's of Eagles== <<113 PP (123 ABY); R6 Sector, Felucia, Kway Teow, Special Loading Zone>>
The trip had been an interesting experience for Orania. It had been the first time she had been bond to a ship for the entire journey. A long, mostly boring series of hyperspace jumps cutting a route from nearly the opposite side of the galaxy. Of course, that could be said of any trip from Lehon to the more civilized regions. She found she had liked the views of hyperspace in person, but experiencing it through the sensor network of a ship was completely different. Even with the relatively weak sensors of a GR75, it had been an awe inspiring vista. One she couldn't wait to get back to. The fact that pilots didn't age while in the Casket was just an extra bonus.
Of course, now she had to actually make a delivery. After settling the ship down on the indicated landing pad, & shutting everything down to standby, she triggered the release & unbonded with the ship. As always, she was shaky on her feet, even with the time it took for the gel to drain from the tank. Fortunately, the hydrostatic field that remained even when the lid was open meant that at least she wasn't wet or sticky. With someone shaky hands, she slipped back into the standard duty uniform of the Mandalorian Empire. Once she was more suitably covered than just a bodysuit, she headed down to the boarding ramp to wait for the local representative. Hopefully, she wouldn't be waiting long before she could get the cargo switched out.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jun 4, 2023 21:39:36 GMT -8
*Fortunately for her, Felucia's chief of agriculture was already present and waiting. A middle-aged human woman of stocky build, Tiya Slenn's curly auburn hair billowed in the wake of the transport's landing. Despite her average height, she towered over the Gossam man accompanying her. Elaborately adorned, Kin Sorjin stood with his hands clasped before him, squinting against the repulsorlift backdraft. Kway Teow's mayor turned briefly to inspect their own cargo, many crates of assorted native fungi. Not an unusual request, and by far not the first; indeed, trading for other goods proved more "unusual" considering most buyers simply offered currency.
As the transport landed and its purple-skinned representative appeared, Kin separated his hands and spread them in a greeting as he approached, grinning.* "Ah, glad you made it in one piece! Welcome to Felucia—"
"The goods intact?" *Tiya interrupted, expression more inquisitive than impatient.
The Gossam's brow twitched but he otherwise kept his composure.* "Tiya Slenn, chief of agriculture. And I am Kin Sorjin, mayor of Kway Teow."
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 5, 2023 21:03:15 GMT -8
==On Wing's of Eagles== <<113 PP (123 ABY); R6 Sector, Felucia, Kway Teow, Special Loading Zone>>
Orania was not a fool. She was perfectly aware that regularly scheduled shipments of livestock do not generally have high ranking regional officials or politicians on hand to greet the pilot. Especially when the pilot in question was fresh out of the academy. Of course, she wasn't really sure what the proper protocol should be in this case. They weren't military officers so a salute would not be correct. Neither of the beings had extended a hand to shake either. She decided to do a bit of a compromise. Clicking her heels together & giving a slight bow to the pair. She felt a little out of sorts, her slate gray imperial uniform was not significantly different that what had been standard issue in the Imperial Military under Palpatine. However, she had extremely few of the decorations that many higher ranked officers earned. Only a single silver pip on her rank insignia & ruby flight wings decorated her chest. Though admittedly the wings had both the gold & silver studs that denoted someone with all three flight certifications. Other than that, she had only a single silver stripe around each cuff.
-Orania Flight Marine Orania Dizen Or'dinii. A pleasure to be introduced & yes, the cargo is secure & unharmed. Did you expect otherwise?
She didn't really know much of the details of the transaction, only that at least part of the profit from the sale had been turned around & used to buy local products that could be reloaded in the same standard cargo pods that the Mandalorian Empire used. She didn't really have the head or temperament for business transactions, but making sure the cargo ships were loaded for as much of their journey as possible did make perfect sense to the military instincts in her.
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