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Post by Whill Shaman Nyx on Apr 9, 2013 2:44:46 GMT -8
*Ryloth was the victim of a bizarre day-night cycle. One side of the planet perpetually faced its sun and the other remained in darkness, a phenomenon known as tidal locking. The dayside was referred to as the Bright Lands and the night-side was known as the Nightlands. Along the terminator lay a thin habitable border, a twilight realm between the two extremes. Along this narrow strip were the series of caverns where some of the Twi'leks decided to build their underground cities, blockaded with thick blast doors and portcullises to keep out the vicious monsters that prowled the Bright Lands, especially lyleks.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 10:58:52 GMT -8
Aboard one of the LAAT/i's speeding across the sea of sand separating Lessu from Kala'uun, Elav'passik - leader of Kala'uun's Sesk'vati - grimly attempts to formulate a plan to confront the enemy forces waiting for him in Lessu; the reports he has received from the Sesk'vati in Lessu - scattered, embattled, and still reeling from the shock of the brutal swiftness of the attack that has all but left Lessu in the hands of their enemy - painting a dire portrait. Not only have the attackers slaughtered many Sesk'vati, bombed the city and left much of the upper levels badly damaged, but the latest reports detail accounts of the release of a bioweapon that turns any exposed to it into fearsome, savage creatures believed to be, by means of some twisted, possibly Force-related sorcery of the enemy laying siege to Lessu.
As the LAATs speed -hugging the terrain to minimize, as much as possible and for as long as possible, the odds that they might be detected by any enemy craft flying over Lessu - over the desert below, Elav'passik finalizes his strategy, as much as such things can ever be finalized given how swiftly circumstance can change and require swift revisions of plans, and begins to issue his orders. The LAATs begin breaking into groups, one of which - consisting of gunships manned only by pilots and gunners - speeds ahead of the others and breaks off into three smaller groups that will approach Lessu from the south, east, and west in order to draw the attention of enemy ships. Another group, consisting of LAAT/c's carrying AT-TE's and moving at slower speeds, breaks off and makes for a mountainous region to the east of Lessu; and the final group of LAAT/i's also slows its approach to give the first sortie time to play their opening role, and makes for the eastern side of Lessu.
Contacting several of the small, scattered groups of Sesk'vati in Lessu, Elav'passik speaks over the secure, encrypted comm channel of the Sesk'vati in his native Ryl as he orders some groups of Sesk'vati to move quickly to secure the city's shield generator, while others deploy to secure the city's plasma bridge controls, and orders others to move into key observation points in the structures of several buildings with floors extending above the surface levels of the city so that they can provide intel on enemy troop movements and dispositions, and direct any AT-TE fire that might be needed to drive the enemy from the city. Once his orders have been given, Elav'passik orders the Sesk'vati in his LAAT to re-check their gear a final time before they engage their foes, and says a silent prayer to Kika'lekki, Mother of All, as he checks his own DC-17m ICWS and prepares to meet his foe face to face.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2016 7:32:57 GMT -8
The LAATs speeding towards Lessu's eastern side in four finger formations are the first to attract the attentions of the invaders, and the opening shots of the battle to wrest Lessu from the hands of the invading force are fired by the LAAT in the flight leader position, green lances of light bursting forth from its chin mounted laser cannon turrets to reduce an enemy dropship now serving as a mobile gun platform into a firey cloud of debris. The formation breaks off into two groups as the enemy ships close and exchange fire, and then come about to make another pass. Rear mounted missile belts begin firing as the LAATs target their foes, seeking to lead them further and further from Lessu so their fellow Sesk'vati have one less worry as they fight to free the city.
AT-TE's deployed by the group of LAAT/c's begin, after reaching their positions within the mountains to the east of Lessu, to send mass-driver cannon fire into the city, sending surgical fire for the coordinates sent by the Sesk'vati within Lessu who act as forward observers and can provide the ground walkers with enemy positions and movements. The LAAT/c's that had delivered the tanks assume a support role afterwards, engaging any enemy air forces that attempt to approach the mountainous region the AT-TE's have begun operating from.
Once the enemy appears to have committed all the ships they intend to send after the opening waves of the assault, Elav'passik gives the signal for the LAATs carrying the Sesk'vati he will lead into Lessu to engage their foes on the ground to make for the city. Not one for speeches, Elav merely makes a grimly determined announcement of their estimated time of arrival to his Sesk'vati, trusting that his comrades are all as motivated as he is to see the invaders repelled. Reaching up to grab hold of a strap when the LAAT/i maneuvers and the roar of its return fire sounds forth, Elav silently counts down the seconds remaining until his boots are on the ground and he can look into the eyes of his foes for himself.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 9:28:56 GMT -8
Jixuan Desert
The cave has served the crew of the Geheim Masjien well in the past, and Fumnanya, the captain of the YT-2400 light freighter, sees no reason it will not do so now. Located along the thin, habitable border between Ryloth's Bright Lands and Nightlands, the cave will not be rendered inhabitable by the oncoming heat storm's 300 degree or more temperatures, and the blast doors and portcullis Fumnanya and his crew installed several months ago after beginning to operate in the Jixuan Desert will shield the ship and her crew from the wind, sand, and desert predators.
"Get everything loaded and securely stowed away, Fumnanya tells Nkosana - a gangly male Nish with an impressive, bushy brown beard - and Sanga - a tawny, brown furred male Bothan - who are both occupied with loading the crates of ryll delivered to the cave from a nearby spice mine onto the Geheim's cargo ramp, I want to set out as soon as the heat storm passes." Shaking his head as he strides up the boarding ramp, Fumnanya briefly considers chewing Nkosana and Sanga out for not having waited until they have finished their work before indulging their spice habit, but ultimately decides against it as neither have thusfar allowed their vice to impact their work performance, nor have any of his past efforts to get them to work first and play later met with any success.
Chuckling as he passes through the crew lounge on the way to the cockpit and sees his mechanic, a small framed female Lorrdian named Vejide, curled up asleep on a couch, Fumnanya takes some comfort in the fact that she would not be sleeping had she not finished making the repairs to the Geheim's systems that an earlier, unexpected heat storm had made necessary. The delay the repairs caused, Fumnanya thinks to himself, may have been a blessing in disguise, given that it meant the Geheim had not been caught up in the orbital battle currently raging around Ryloth. With any luck, the Epicanthix thinks while running a hand through his blonde, dyed hair, the Twi'leks will have sent the invaders packing by the time he and his crew are ready to depart to make their delivery. The Hutt waiting for the spice is patient enough, but Fumnanya prefers to make all deliveries in a timely fashion since a reputation for reliability allows his crew to get away with slightly higher rates than usual, which ultimately means the Epicanthix, who is believed to most be a native Corellian due to some minor surgery and the fact he spent enough time on the planet to have acquired the accent and mannerisms most associate with the world, can get a little closer to paying off his considerable debts. It will take a while to get to the point where Fumnanya can begin to feel as though he is working for something other than digging out of the hole circumstance has dropped him into, but he also has more time than most are given to work on digging.
"Anything new?" Fumnaya asks his co-pilot and 1st mate, Dikeledi, as he enters the cockpit.
The red haired Shownarri, reassembling her scout trooper blaster pistol after having cleaned it meticulously, shakes her head, "Lot of chatter on the military caste's bands. All in Twi'lek-speak, naturally, but I get the impression things are looking up for the home team. Not as much confusion or anxiety in their voices as before."
Nodding with a grunt, Fumnaya drops into the pilot's seat and grins a lop-sided grin, "Good. I'm starting to like the odds of our getting off this rock without having to worry about finding a way around or through a battle between the Twi'lek and whoever the latest invaders are. Fumnaya almost asks Dikeledi about the blaster pistol, which along with the E-11s sniper rifle the Shownarri carries suggest a past career as a Biker Scout, but since he has things in his past he would rather not talk about, ultimately decides to keep the question to himself. Knowing Dikeledi prefers to keep to herself when the crew has any down time, Fumnaya stands up and stretches, Think I'll get some sleep while I can. Holler if anything changes." After Dikeledi nods, Fumnaya makes his way aft from the cockpit, through the workshop, and then to the captain's room to wait out the storm.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 14:27:24 GMT -8
Jixuan Desert
By the time Fumnaya wakes, the heat storm has passed, and he decides to risk heading out from Ryloth even though the battle between the Twi'lek and the invading force still continues. "Plot us a course that keeps us far away from where the fighting is going on, the Epicanthix tells his co-pilot while settling into the pilot's seat. I doubt either the Twi'lek or the invaders are going to be paying attention to anything other than blasting away at each other, but I'd just as soon not tempt fate either. We may have to go out of the way a bit in order to line up on track to make the jump to hyperspace, but so be it. The sooner we make the delivery and get paid, the better I'll feel."
"On it," Dikeledi answers, cracking her knuckles and rubbing her hands together before leaning forward to get to work on laying in their course. The Shownarri and her captain have worked together long enough that they do not need to talk constantly when performing most mundane tasks like their pre-flight checks or lifting off, which suits the reticent and taciturn Dikeledi just fine.
Once the pre-flight checks have been completed, and its course has been set, the Geheim Masjien lifts off, exiting the cave serving as their base of operations on Ryloth and then rocketing upwards to make its way towards orbit.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 19:19:07 GMT -8
Joreikna
Mazer'kairn, at times, wishes that he had not slain his father when he was but a mere youth of twenty. It would have been better, Mazer thinks sometimes when he turns the pages of his past within his mind to see if there are any lessons not yet learned from them, to have waited until he had learned more from the man who brought him into the world and had only begun to teach him of the powers that they possessed by virtue of their Force sensitivity before, coveting all that his father had acquired with his powers, being cut down unsuspectingly.
His father, like Mazer has come to do himself, had scoffed at the Sesk'nabsilai and their belief that their powers came from Kika'lekki, and were to be thought of as a burden great and terrible. His father had taught Mazer that possessing the ability to use the Force was no burden, but something to be used in whatever fashion one wished to use it. Mazer had learned from his father how to manipulate minds weaker than his own, and how use his powers to destroy those that could not be manipulated if they dared stand in the way of his plans or ambitions. His father had used his power to build a ryll cartel that spread first from Joreikna to other cities on Ryloth and then from Ryloth offworld, the true business of the cartel concealed behind a screen of legitimate businesses ranging from antique stores to pharmaceutical suppliers, and which expanded eventually to include the sale of slaves in addition to ryll and glitteryl. Mazer, who was being groomed to be his father's successor, grew impatient with waiting to wield the wealth and influence his father commanded, and so had slain the man who gave him life and taught him the very abilities that were brought to bear to end his life in turn.
The recent destruction in Lessu had included the deaths of a number of minions employed by Mazer to conduct his business in that city, as well as the destruction of two businesses used as fronts; losses that in no way threaten his overall business, but which will frustratingly cut into his bottom line and may require that he leave Joreikna for a time in order to cultivate new assets in Lessu to replace those that have been lost. Or perhaps, Mazer thinks, he may instead see if the Jang gang is open to other employment aside from the simple smuggling of ryll from his mines in the Jixuan desert.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 19:39:05 GMT -8
Joreikna
Upon receiving word from Suman, one of the many minions he has in his employ on worlds other than Ryloth, that a smuggling crew demonstrating an ability and insightfulness suggesting that they could be a useful addition to his operations, Mazer'kairn considers the merits of adding them to his employ for a time in order to gauge whether or not they would be a valuable addition worth cultivating further, and then sends word back to his Davaronian minion to contact Grigoryan and his crew and instruct them to meet with Sinya'gella, one of his trusted female lieutenants, stationed in Kala'uun, so that she can gauge the potential of the smuggling crew without exposing them to the full extent of his operations.
With that matter settled, Mazer'kairn continues his planning for the trip he will make to Lessu soon so that he can determine what needs to be done to address the losses his organization suffered in the recent invasion.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2017 5:49:57 GMT -8
Jixuan Desert
Reaching up to rub the back of his neck once they have set the Geheim Masjien down in the cave they have established for use as a base of operation in the Jixuan Desert, Fumnanya reaches up to hit a series of switches as he tells his co-pilot, "We made good time, and should be able to get some rest before the spice is delivered. Let's get the post-flight done, have Nkosana and . . ."
"We've done this how many times now? Dikeledi, a red haired Shownarri asks in an exaggeratedly confused tone of voice. Rolling her eyes, Dikeledi goes on in a dry tone, We all know the drill when we're on Ryloth 'Nanya, relax."
"Fine, fine, Fumnanya says, raising his hands in mock surrender before going on with their post-flight routine while joking, My stating the obvious is a vital part of the drill, isn't it?"
As Fumnanya and Dikeledi go on with their task, Nkosana and Sango head down the YT-2400's boarding ramp to bring the cave's security and sensor systems online to enable them to have a relatively decent chance of detecting any ships or lifeforms approaching the area surrounding the cave; the Sesk'vati do not often venture out as far as the cave's location, but there is always the chance a rival smuggling outfit could try to make some extra credits by raiding a spice delivery. So far the Jang crew has had no issues during their operations on Ryloth with Mazer'kairn's organization, whom they are here now to take delivery of a shipment of spice from, but Fumnanya has always found expecting and preparing for unexpected trouble to be one of the best ways to avoid it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 22:58:42 GMT -8
Sometime after Fumnanya and his crew have settled in, their sensors will detect a small light freighter approaching their location. When the freighter is beginning its landing, heading towards the cave entrance, it sends an encrypted burst transmission to the cave containing a prearranged signal that lets the smuggling crew know that they are a members of Mazer'kairn's organization.
Once the freighter has touched down, its engines ticking once they have been shut down, the boarding ramp thumps to the rocky floor of the cave and eight Twi'leks soon disembark from inside the ship, six of the Twi'lek's guide repulsorsleds bearing crates of spice, with the other two Twi'leks escorting the group with blaster rifles carried at the ready.
Once the group has reached the foot of the boarding ramp, one of the escorts, a squat, burly Darian Twi'lek with an unlit cigarra in the corner of his mouth, rests his blaster rifle on a shoulder as he motions for the group to halt to wait for Fumnanya to come out and meet them.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 7:16:04 GMT -8
Having detected the approaching ship on sensors and received the signal that it is one of Mazer's, Funmanya and his crew are ready and waiting to meet it. Though they have worked for Mazer's outfit for a while now, the crew of the Geheim Masjien knows that the business they are in is an often treacherous one, and have learned that it is best if they trust only themselves; which is why Dikeledi is not loitering around the boarding ramp of their YT-2400 with the others, and instead watches from her concealed perch on the ceiling of the cave watching the Twi'leks through the scope of her E-11s sniper rifle.
Nkosana and Sango set their Sabaac hands down, and Vejide leans on her vibro-axe casually as Fumnanya walks out to meet the Twi'lek with the cigarra, lifting his hands out at his sides as he cheerfully greets the group, "Good to see you guys made it before that heat storm brewing out there starts heading this way. Whistling at the number of crates being offloaded, more than the typical size of the shipments they have taken from Ryloth to other worlds, Fumnanya asks, So, where does ol' Mazzie want these delivered to?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2017 18:59:49 GMT -8
Taking the unlit cigarra from his mouth, the burly Darian Twi'lek gestures towards one group of three repulsorsleds and then the other as he says gruffly, "Three for Coronet City, other three for Tatooine. Gebhuza has requested his shipment gets there P.D.Q, so Mazer wants you to make Tatooine your first stop. Motioning for the Twi'leks handling the repulsorsleds, the Darian tells them, Start loading those, and as they follow his instructions, returns his attention to Fumnanya, tossing a bag of credit chips to the smuggler captain as he says, Little bonus from Mazer for making sure the Hutt is kept happy. Rest of your fee will paid upon completion of the deliveries like always."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2017 17:28:04 GMT -8
Catching the sack of credits, Fumnanya juggles it from hand to hand idly as he nods and says, "Tatooine and then Coronet, and we get the rest of our credits after the deliveries are complete, got it. Tucking the sack of credits into his belt, Fumnanya nods for Nkosana and Sango to stop sitting around and help get things loaded, and then asks the Twi'lek in charge, Anything time sensitive about these deliveries? I'd rather wait until the storm has passed before setting out, ya know?"
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 19:18:12 GMT -8
Patting the pockets of his tactical vest until he finds the lighter he searches for, the Darian lights his cigarra before, exhaling a cloud of bluish smoke once the cigarra has been lit, answering Fumnanya, "No more time sensitive than usual. I wouldn't dally about, if you know what I mean, but I don't think anyone will be put out by you waiting out the storm. Grinning as he puffs on his cigarra, his left lekku swinging down from his shoulder to curl around the outside of his hip, the Twi'lek adds in an exaggerated reflective tone, Not out of concern for you or your crew so much as for their cargo. Nodding for his own crew, having finished loading the cargo in question, to return to their ship, the Darian give Fumnanya a wave as he turns to follow his crew, We'll be waiting out the storm too, but since we're not in the habit of fraternizing with the offworld help, I'll just say, his tone becomes blatantly sarcastic, Sahak Chir * now rather than later," and then boards his ship.
* Avoid death
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 22:46:28 GMT -8
Waving with a fake smile as the Twi'lek departs, Fumnanya calls out, "Yeah, bye! Good chat! Looking over towards Vejide, Fumnanya asks the tiny Lorrdian, Any idea what the frak he said at the end there?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Vejide says, "Nope, then adds with her head tilted to the side, Sounded kinda insulting though, am I right?"
Adopting an exaggeratedly mournful expression, Fumnanya sighs and says, "Well, there go my hopes that we'd be making some new friends on this job, then shakes his head with a laugh as he says, C'mon, let's go and see if Nko' and San' need any help getting things settled. Glancing up towards where he knows Dikeledi will be perched with her sniper rifle, Fumnanya tugs an earlobe to signal her that she can head back inside the ship as well, telling Vejide, Soon as the storm ends, we'll make for Tatooine."
Hours later, the cargo secured safely away in their ship's hidden compartments, Fumnanya and Dikeledi take the Geheim Masjien out of the cave once the heat storm has ended, and then head up into orbit to begin the first leg of their journey.
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Post by Dees on Aug 16, 2018 20:02:51 GMT -8
The Geheim Masjien roared over the deserts, the wake of its engines picking up a stream of dust. Pillars of stone and vast mountains towered over the ship as it sped towards the secret lair.
The altitude of the ship would keep it out of sight of any curious onlooker who may happen upon it. It wasn’t long before they came upon a cave entrance.
Pulling back on the throttle, Dee turned the ship inside and spun it around. They faced the bright desert before the doors shut in front of them. Coming to a rest on its massive legs, the ships engines went silent. The only sounds were those of the systems winding down that the metal popping and groaning as it cooled.
Dee turned and smiled at the two beside her. Another sheepish grin stifled the nausea building in her system. She was dizzy and did her best to hide that fact from them. She swallowed as her mouth was unusually watery.
Well, we made it. I could sure use a nap now. Carb crash is coming ya know?
It was a lie, she was hoping to get everyone out of the ship sooner rather than later.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2018 21:46:21 GMT -8
"AVI, Fumnanya says as Dee is bringing the Geheim Masjien about so that it is facing the desert, do a quick sensor sweep of the cave for . . ."
"Already did it, Dikeledi says, the crew's routine when on Ryloth one that she does not need to be reminded of even though a part of the routine has become Fumnanya's ritualistic need to remind her and the rest of the crew of it long after it is necessary that he do so. We're alone for now."
"Good, Fumnanya says, and then adds, Have Nkos. . . "
We're at the ramp, boss, Nkosana's voice comes over the freighter's intercom as he and Sango lower the boarding ramp. We'll have the base's security and sensor systems online in a jiffy.
Grinning sheepishly, Fumnanya rubs the back of his neck as he asks Dikeledi, "Everyone knows the drill, right?"
Glancing at Dee, Dikeledi dryly points out, "Most of us. Hooking a thumb over her shoulder when Dee says she needs a nap, Dikeledi says, I'll handle the post-flight, you go lay down."
Adjusting his shoulder holsters after checking his twin DC-17 hand blasters even though he had already done so while they were making their way across the desert to their concealed base of operations, Fumnanya asks Dee in a concerned tone, noting that their pilot looks a bit green around the gills and wondering if there is some kind of strain she endures to perform her navigational feat, "Need any help getting to your cabin?"
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Post by Dees on Aug 16, 2018 23:14:59 GMT -8
AVI, having recently woken up from his nap, approaches the ramp carrying a backpack attached to which is his Heavy Repeater. He dusts off his metallic hands and runs after Nkosana.
Hey, just point me in the direction you need me.
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Dee looked over at the two and nodded, not wanting to argue at the moment.
Yeah, I can make it back to the cabin just fine, thanks. That breakfast sausage must have really messed me up. Between my drinks being spiked with stuff at the casino yesterday, and the sausage this morning, I must be really off to a great start? Heh. I’ll catch up on past flight next time around, sorry.
She stumbled through the corridors and took a seat in the living area. She was starting to cold sweat and her mouth was really starting to salivate. She shook her head.
Nope.
Stumbling down the corridor, she squeezed past the galley and into the bathroom. Shutting the door behind her, she slid to the floor, grateful that it wasn’t too messy in here. She felt her body rejecting what it considered to be a toxin and she hovered over the toilet, losing every bite of her breakfast.
Had it been just the sausage that had ailed her, this would have been it. She knew wat the real problem was, and she was not mentally prepared for it. Several more bouts later, and she had nothing left to expel. She went to the sink and started to drink from the faucet. The water stung her throat, burned raw. It had only been a few minutes, but she was in it for the long haul. Her body would continue to attempt to expel the toxin that coursed through her blood until it had been sufficiently filtered out.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2018 3:11:18 GMT -8
Whistling in appreciation as he spots the heavy repeater that AVI is carrying, Nkosana, who is now armed with a DC-17 shotgun carried in a scabbard on his back, scratches his left elbow as he cheerfully says, "We're actually, like, way early for this meet. Re-ups for spice dealers a few different worlds, like Tatooine, Coruscant, and a few others. I can show you around while we wait, he offers, scratching underneath his bearded chin. Blast door, portcullis, security and sensor system controls and all are just over here, he points towards a niche carved into the cave wall near to the blast doors. Laughing as he waves a hand around to indicate the mostly empty cave around them, Nkosana says, That's actually pretty much it, really. Motioning towards a battered set of lockers against the cave wall near to a cluster of empty crates arranged as a make-shift table and seating where Sango is currently fussily dusting the area, Nkosana says, There's some emergency rations, water and med supplies in the lockers there, along with some sabaac cards to pass the time waiting. You play?"
Waving a hand to indicate Dee need not worry about not helping with the post-flight, Dikeledi repeats, "Go lay down, a bit more sternly than before. Looking over at Fumnanya as he drops into the pilot's seat to help with the post-flight after Dee has left, Dikeledi narrows her eyes as, knowing him well enough to know what he had been thinking when hearing Dee's claims about her navigational skills, she says, Might have to rethink your plans about doing as many jobs as quickly as possible now."
Nodding, Fumnanya sighs and says, "It did seem to take something out of her, didn't it."
"It did, Dikeledi agrees, and shrugs as she says, Or maybe it was just the sausage like she said. Anyway, it wouldn't be a sustainable pace for long anyway, for any of us. Frowning as she considers other potential complications were they to rely on Dee's gifts too much, Dikeledi points out, We don't even know if there are any risks involved in what she does. To her, or to the ships she navigates. We should probably have Sango check her out, and have Vejide check the Geheim's systems out too."
Setting the end of her vibro-ax down and leaning on the staff-like weapon after entering the cockpit, Vejide says, "Preliminary checks on the engines and hyperdrive are all good. Whatever Dee did, it doesn't look like it did any harm to our girl. Pretty sure I heard Dee hurling when I passed the head though. Want me to check on her?"
Fumnanya shakes his head after considering the question, suggesting instead in light of the fact that in hindsight Dee had seemed eager to get some privacy after they set down, "Tell Sango to check in on her in a while. Maybe ask AVI if Dee usually has any problems after making a trip through hyperspace."
Nodding, Vejide turns and heads for the boarding ramp, carrying her vibro-ax across her shoulders, a DL-44 blaster holstered on her right thigh. Reaching the grouping of crates near the lockers as Nkosana and AVI are wrapping up the tour of the cave, Vejide asks AVI, concern for Dee causing her do skip any gentle leading into the question, "Is it normal for Dee to blow chunks after a hyperspace jump, or should we be worried that I heard her puking in the head?"
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Post by Dees on Aug 18, 2018 19:57:40 GMT -8
AVI Looked around as Niko pointed out various security systems and options. This hideout was fairly well stocked for being a place that wasn’t populated too often. Or perhaps it was populated more often than the dust that Sango was removing suggested; it is a desert after all. A cave sure, but one that served a useful purpose. It was less than empty.
I do not play games, Nkosana, AVI turned up the intimidation factor in his voice; cold and dark. He used as little power as he could to the motors to turn his head slowly and steadily toward the man. I win them.
AVI patted Niko on the shoulder and was about to saunter to the makeshift seating area when Vejide approached with the news. AVI turned and listened, head bobbing. As she finished, he looked back at the ship for a few moments, then back to the Vee.
Normal, no. Though this is the second time, she has gotten sick after a hyperspace calculation. The first time was before this one about a week ago. She pushed herself as hard as she could, though it was without choice. We were being bombarded from orbit by the First Order. Thankfully, the shields at the temple we were in held out long enough, along with the assistance of the Master Jedi there. We were able to escape thanks to a multitude of factors, though it seemed to take a toll on Dee. She was sick for over six hours once we got to Tatooine.
He paused in thought as he went over the logs for a moment.
If my memory is correct, there was a fleet bombarding the temple, and just as we were about to jump, two interdictors showed up and threw a proverbial wrench into the works. Somehow, she was able to calculate a path out of the hangar on the surface and between the two artificially generated wells. She attributed it mostly to the Force connection the temple gave her, but it was more than that for sure.
He looked back at the ship, noting that Dee was on her way back to their quarters. He looked back at Niko and Vee
No, before we came to this…the circumstances we have found ourselves in, jump calculations didn’t affect her like this. Perhaps it is due to the fact her body hasn’t fully healed from the previous encounter. Perhaps her body associates what she does as an extreme form of stress. Maybe it was what she had for breakfast. I’m not really sure.
AVI shrugged and shook his head. Regardless, she seems to be doing better and is already back in our quarters. It’s only been a handful of minutes compared to the six hours she was gone last time. He paused for a moment more Please, forgive my rambling monologue, but is it possible for us to get ahold of some fresh capsaicin bearing fruit for consumption? Hot peppers?
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Dee made it to her quarters and was laying on her side on the bed, staring at the wall. At least, she thought it was a wall; she couldn’t really be sure if it was real or fake. It seemed real enough, but it was fazing in and out of reality and imagination. She was getting dizzy, so she rolled over onto her other side and faced the door, putting one leg on the ground.
She started tapping it on the floor. Looking down, both of her legs were on the bed. Weird, she thought she was tapping her leg on the ground, but then what was she tapping? It was her hand. She was tapping her hip. She shook her head and blinked.
The world popped back into focus. Had it been out of focus? It was now in focus, clear and colorful. She lay on her back, putting one foot on the floor to get her sense of balance, and the room stopped spinning, nausea subsiding.
She thought she heard the door open, but realized it was probably just her imagination. A weight at the end of her bed caused it to sink. She sat up to see who it was.
Hey
Uh, Hey. Dee froze, staring at the clone she met on the temple: her dark self. She was wearing a sundress, yellow, with even yellower flowers on it. A wide-brimmed straw sun hat hid most of her face. It had a large yellow flower stuck under a thick yellow ribbon wrapped around the hat. Her makeup was done up bright and cheerful. Dee shied away from her a little, realizing there weren't many places for her to run, not that she could run in her current state. You aren’t going to try and kill me again, are you?
Her clone laughed. It was a deep belly laugh, genuine and pure. No, you goof. That would be literal suicide. And I didn’t kill you back there; I was trying to get you moving. You needed to get off that world; it was driving us both insane.
Dee collapsed back onto the bed and sighed. Maybe it was delirium? She felt her forehead; it was burning up. So, dark Dee, what are you doing here in, or out of my mind? Whichever it is.
Just call me De'ath. De'ath stood up and walked over to the potted plant on the dresser, kneeling by it and Dee. She observed the plant growing as Dee stared at the ceiling. Just wanted to let you know that you are probably delirious and that you need to lay off the Xhro. We need to get you onto something more - She paused and gently caressed the green stem coming out of the dirt natural. This is one of the few special strains Ne'aol and AVI created. Fewer of the hyper-psychedelics, more of the good stuff we need to make accurate jumps. At least that is the hope.
Dee sat up on the bed and propped herself up on one elbow. Wait, I didn’t know that. How did you? Or are you just making that up?
De'ath looked at Dee and smiled. It wasn’t entirely kind; it was a smirk that hid an aspect of maliciousness. She looked back at the pot, then stood up, stretching her arms over her head, bumping the hat. Another option for us is for you to get better at getting to it through meditation alone. You know you can probably do that right? Skip the mind drugs altogether and just pop in and out of that Force state whenever you want. She sat back down on the bed and began gently mindlessly rubbing Dee's legs, one after the other Goddess help us if that is the way we get back home. That would be cool.
She looked at Dee who was getting ever more confused. Be able to universe jump by sheer will? And you didn't answer my question. De'ath gave another deep belly laugh. Dee was perplexed. Wait, how am I supposed to be able to access it from the Force? I’ve never had any training.
De'ath shrugged and stood up, walking over to the door, she went to open it. I don’t know? How is it that I am supposed to have all the answers? I am not your ex Machina, but I will do some asking around for you.
Dee blinked. She was alone in the room again. Her breathing picked back up again as she wondered whether the door was even real or not. Closing her eyes, she lay back down and tried to get some rest. It didn’t take her long before she was out cold.
Beside her, the Marian Rose had grown substantially. Several leaves were coming out of the stem, and they sought some form of light to provide them the nutrition they needed to feed the plant. For now, it waited in its sudden, boosted growth spurt, for the right moment.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2018 3:35:25 GMT -8
Not long after the Geheim Masjien has set down within the cave, the sensors that have been activated will alert them to the approach of a lone light freighter. The freighter's transponder will identify it as the same freighter, operated by members of Mazer'kairn's organization, that has always dealt with Jang and his crew.
After the light freighter has set down, the boarding ramp lowers and the crew begins offloading the crates of spice they have come to deliver to the smugglers. Orn'han, the squat and burly brown skinned Darian Twi'lek that leads the freighter crew, motions for the six members of his crew handling the repulsorsleds bearing their cargo of spice, refined from ryll mined by a crew of slaves overseen by Rol and his crew, to bring the repulsorsleds over to the Geheim Masjien.
Having dealt with Jang and his crew often enough that he is less distrustful of them than he had been initially, Orn has his blaster rifle hanging from its sling in a front chest carry position as he and Skawn'luroon, a thin blue skinned Rutian Twi'lek also armed with a blaster rifle he carries in a shoulder ready carry sling position make their way towards where Nkosana and a few other members of Jang's crew are gathered. Lighting a cigarra as he reaches Nkosana and the others, Orn nods a greeting and, used to dealing directly with Jang rather than his crew, asks gruffly in Basic, "Where's the pretty boy?"
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