Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Nov 1, 2021 3:26:27 GMT -8
A mandalorian corvette marked as the Last Light entered Zeltros space. She was sleek and powerful, but just now weapons and shields were powered down in respect to her mission. Moving into orbit, the corvette dropped a shuttle which headed down to the planet below.
Kaine had wanted to go on this mission himself, but more sensible heads had pointed out he was unlikely to come back any time soon, and overruled, Colonel Sunset Australis had undertaken the diplomatic mission in his stead. She'd brought her own ship and crew, those least likely to misbehave, unlike Kaine's motley crew. The less shenanigans on this mission, the better.
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Nov 26, 2021 4:25:59 GMT -8
With the minor incident at the Oasis, the starfighter crash on Myrkr, and now a terrorist attack on Obroa-Skai, the coincidences were piling up in the Inner Rim. The IRI had begun to establish a presence, and now it seemed, other forces were pushing back. Alerted by the intelligence service, the rumours and the facts all came together across the table of Kaine Australis, currently in Zeltros orbit aboard the Wild Boar.He was not impressed with what he saw; the scum wanted to play dirty, then he could take the gloves off. Kaine had no targets yet, but he had the usual plan, once they were found, hit them hard and fast and continuously. The BBP were linked to the attack at Oasis, and the attack on Obroa-Skai had gotten the attention of the IRI, and of Clan Australis.The Inner Rim Imperium had access to judicial forces, as the various planetary governments of the Inner Rim began to work closely together, supplementing one another. They had limited fleet assets, but for counter-terrorism work, the Clan would bring in their own equipment. Any response would be military, and the Mandalorians would take the lead, as was only right. Four cops were dead, and the projections for civilian casualties were not good. Obroa-skai looked like a right osik show.Investigation would be done by local authorities, as was only right given their loss, and the fact they would be saddled with the cleanup effort. Kaine wasn't above duplicating their efforts with his own people, and Clan Intelligence was hard at work on the problem. So far, they hadn't come up with much, but they had access to hard data from the attack on Obroa-skai. The perpetrators would be brought to justice, and those behind the attack would be made to pay for their crimes.
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Tarfang
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Post by Tarfang on Mar 16, 2022 10:40:06 GMT -8
Spiraling blue bands of hyperspace gave way to a starry backdrop and the cold black void of space as the Crusader exited the hyperlane and entered the Zel system. The PDCA Gunship drifted at sublight speed, Mal's competent IG series droid manservant at the controls. Tarfang had spent much of the trip from the comparatively lawless Outer Rim to the more civilized Inner Rim in deep reflection. He was mostly quiet as he assisted the mandalorian with shipboard maintenance and repairs, which was fairly standard routine having spent most of his life as a space farer. Pirate, yes, technically. However, it was the captain's love of space travel and the freedom of the open void that had set him on this course in life. Despite all the amazing adventures he had been on and the wonders he had witnessed first hand, he would have given it all up just to share another meal with his crew, just to hear their laughter and the merriment of that tight knit family. But they were all gone now, and had been for some time. Cleaning grease from his paws with an old rag, the elderly ewok bit his lip hard enough to draw a bead of crimson. The rag shook in his hands, equal parts arthritis and anger.
Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in, Tarfang sighed and grabbed his cane, slowly waddling to the cockpit. He had to climb up into the co-pilots seat beside IG-38 just to be able to see out the view port. Growing larger as they drew nearer, the pinkish purple orb of Zeltros became more clear. He turned as he heard Mal enter behind him and jerked a furry thumb over his shoulder at the display.
"Well, that's Zeltros alright. You ever been?" He produced the bladder skin Grimfang had given him and took a swig. It was unusual for him to drink this much, but it seemed the closer he got to his quarry, the more he needed to imbibe. The ghosts of long lost friends teased his peripherals, always just out of sight. He shook himself from dark thoughts and put on a false smile, though his bitter mood proved impossible to completely conceal. "One thing I can say for certain about the Zeltrons, they know how to throw a party. We may need to partake in some of their...mmm, hospitality, before we leave."
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Mal Drynlann
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Post by Mal Drynlann on Mar 17, 2022 13:29:32 GMT -8
Mal looked out at the Planet below them. The mando rarely left the outer rim, and he had a feeling he wasn't going to feel too comfortable here. But it might be a good idea to get out of his comfort zone, he thought. Mal sat in the seat behind IG, across from Tarfang.
"I don't think I've ever been to this part of the galaxy before." He noticed the bladder skin hadn't left Tarfang's paws since they left Hoth. "Looks like you already started the party before we even landed..."
He put a hand on the back of IG's seat and leaned in looking at landing zone locations on the viewscreen. "Might as well land near a cantina of some sort. Hopefully we can get a lead on Kaine there."
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Post by Makena Artsruni on May 25, 2022 8:02:35 GMT -8
The arrival in orbit over Zeltros of the SoroSuub Corporation Personal Luxury Yacht 3000, the Raissa, is an expected one, King Dorji having made the traffic controllers and defensive ships aware of it well ahead of time in preparation of the pleasant, diverting bit of theater that he and the former King and Queen of Zeltros, Enitan and Makena Artsruni, have prepared for the benefit of the people of Zeltros.
Enitan, already dressed in his robes of office, colorful and stylish enough while not quite as outre as typical fashion on Zeltros, is standing on the observation deck of the Raissa, smiling as he watches the familiar pinks, yellows and greens of his homeworld growing closer. Having spent the last decade in exile on Coruscant, Enitan can scarcely contain his joy at seeing the planet they approach, escorted by a trio of starfighters that take up positions around the Luxury Yacht as it maneuvers onto its assigned landing path.
Makena, sitting in one of the yacht's deluxe cabins as Iraja'ani, a purple-skinned Tyrian Twi'lek that was once her personal masseuse but has, since their shared time in exile, become more of a trusted confidant and aide who fulfills a number of varying roles, puts the finishing touches on the subtly applied makeup that will give Makena the appearance of someone who is recovering from a recent illness. The makeup is a part of the play she and Enitan, with Dorji's willing cooperation, have arranged to stage; a beautiful lie in place of the far more drab and ugly truth. Celebration and revelry, after all, are so much more fun, and the tale they have spun for the people of Zeltros is one that gives plenty of cause for celebration and revelry.
On the bridge of the Raissa, Enitan's twin BD-3000 luxury droids, Diki and Erhi, pilot the luxury yacht expertly into the planet's upper atmosphere as they make for Zeltros City.
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Master Adara Adasca
Inner Rim Imperium
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Post by Master Adara Adasca on May 29, 2022 10:55:08 GMT -8
Space flickers, and the Zeltros Traffic Control would detect a medium sized vessel emerging from hyperspace. After initial concern at the warship profile, the IFF as the IRI Cruiser Tiger's Claw, on loan from Clan Australis, relaxes the operators. Some distance from the planet, an old space platform had been installed, outfitted with weapons and shields, and augmented with battle droids. These were intended for a semi live-fire training drill, though the weapons were ion based, accidents could still occur.
Captain Shira Maverick prepared herself for war. Tiger's Claw oriented on the station and sent the go-signal, activating the droids, and the station's defences. Once the shields went up, the exercise could begin. "Commence Exercise."
The carrier/cruiser's Quad and Dual Turbolasers opened up, battering the station's shielding. From her hangars, her full complement of fighters and interceptors emerged. Two squadrons of Kyram'Arpat fighters, two squadrons of Starfury interceptors, and behind those the bomber squadrons, which would launch after the defences had been reduced.
From the platform, four full squadrons of Vulture Droids lifted off, massing to meet the IRI fightercraft. Guns on the platform began ranging out, returning fire on the Cruiser, which was pounding away at the facility's shields. The starfighters engaged as the range closed between them in moments. Expertly, the starfighters bored in, outmatched two to one. They did this as trained, trusting to their comrades in the interceptors. Their trust was rewarded as the two interceptor squadrons executed a perfect Ackbar Slash, withering fire decimating the droids. Once this was done, the IRI force had the upper hand, quickly reducing the Vultures to space dust.
Tiger's Claw's barrage was beginning to wear down the platform's defensive shielding, and as they began to flag, and the fighter battle reduced the defenses, the two squadrons of remaining bombers launched from the hangars. Half the fighters peeled off from the combat to fly escort, while the other half broke to make attack runs on the target platform. Smoothly, the bombers made their attack run, launching heavy torpedoes in a great spread. The torpedoes bored in at the station, however when they impacted, there were no explosions. They were in fact boarding torpedoes, containing a commando attack force.
Colonel Sunset Australis, on loan from Myrkr, led the assault on the station. B1 and B2 battle droids engaged them with ion fire, while she and her commandos blasted their forces back. Some of the boarding force were unpleasantly surprised by YVH combat droids, which held up their progress until taken out with overwhelming force. Her heavy rifle was well able to penetrate even the heaviest armor plate, and its boom echoed through the narrow corridors of the platform as she and her commando force pushed forward.
The thundering hull hits of the turbolaser strikes outside had stopped when they had entered the station. Now and then the lights flickered and the artificial gravity with them, as the IRI forces outside switched over to ion attacks. The boarding force had breathing gear and magnetic boots, so were not impeded. Droids didn't flee like organics or surrender, and these qualities were the only things that kept them fighting a doomed resistance as the commandos cleared the hangar sections of the platform and penetrated to the central command complex.
Inside a phalanx of YVH droids awaited them, with ion grenades disabling much of the first wave's electronics, heavy weapons, and targeting gear. They switched to blades and thrown weapons, as the forces backing them up came in with withering firepower. Like the commandos, the advanced battle droids were unaffected by the loss of gravity or light, and they fought with advanced tactics and well programmed skill. Sunset took one down with a shot, parried the next one's arm cannon aside with her armored left hand, stuck the barrel of her rifle under its chin, and blew its head off.
Grinning, she signaled to the Tiger's Claw. "Endex."
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Post by Makena Artsruni on May 30, 2022 2:55:47 GMT -8
Zeltros Defense Force Nebula-class Star Destroyer, the Jayathi - Bridge
ZDF Major General Sosi Zakaryan, a middle-aged Zeltron woman with a somber expression leavened by the perpetually amused glint in her eyes, watches the holographic images of a trio of dots representing the RZ-1 A's returning from their routine combat air patrol approaching the holographic triangle representing her ship, drumming her fingers on the left arm of her command chair while thinking that it must be nice for the people planetside to be joining in the revelries celebrating the return of King Enitan and his Queen Makena while she and her fellow ZDF naval forces stand watch over them from above. That is the job, however, and she has made arrangements for her crew that are not presently on duty to have a bit of celebration themselves in the mess so that they too can celebrate.
With the ZDF's Vic II SD, the Pali, docked at the Cahya, one of the two Cardan III-class space stations in orbit over Zeltros, to rearm and resupply her stores, Sosi and the Captain of the Tylanni, the ZDF's other Vic II, have had to spread their support ships and crews a bit thinner than she would like in order to ensure that the watch over Zeltros remains as vigilant as ever. Nodding as her XO hands her a datapad, Sosi reads the report concerning a live fire exercise conducted by an IRI cruiser that gave the orbital traffic controllers and the Tylanni's captain, whose CAP had been patrolling near enough to observe the arrival of the Tiger's Claw, a few moments of excitement when it initially arrived in orbit before the IFF revealed there was no cause to raise the alarm, thankfully before any alarm was raised.
Sosi stops drumming her fingers on her chair when a trio of holographic dots depart from the holographic triangle on her display, tilting her wrist to check her chrono to see whether the next CAP made good time in setting out after the previous one arrived, pleased when she sees that they have. Rising from her chair and adjusting the cuffs of her uniform jacket, Sosi tells her XO they have the con, then makes her way to her quarters to get some rest.
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Post by Makena Artsruni on Jun 22, 2022 11:41:08 GMT -8
Zeltros Defense Force Nebula-class Star Destroyer, the Jayathi - Bridge
Handing the datapad containing a report from the Cardan III-class space station, the Cahya, back to her XO, ZDF Major General Sosi Zakaryan moves over to the holodisplay showing the current disposition of her support ships and CAP. The report from the Cahya informed her that the Pali, one of the ZDF's Vic II SDs, will be rearmed, supplied, refueled and ready to resume active status in one day's time, and Sosi has until then to come up with a plan for how to deploy Zeltros' defensive fleet now that it is back to fully operational status. While the Pali had been docked with the Cahya, Sosi and the Captain of the Tylanni, another Vic II, had spread their forces out to close any gaps in the planet's defense left by the absence of the Pali. The crews of all operational ships had worked hard to ensure the watch over Zeltros was no less vigilant than it had been before the Pali docked to rearm and resupply, and will be happy to go back to a less demanding schedule.
Consulting with her XO from time to time, Sosi gradually draws up a new deployment plan for Zeltros' orbital defense force, and then has it encrypted and sent out to the Captains of the Pali and the Tylanni.
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Post by Makena Artsruni on Apr 3, 2023 20:11:20 GMT -8
Cardan III-class space station, the Cahya
Kalei Iousua sets her mug of stim-caf down when a C-3 passenger liner bearing a load of tourists bound for Zeltros City requests permission to land, cheerily telling the vessel's captain to hold as she goes through the usual security checks. Most of the traffic to and fro the planet is either civilian or commercial, with the military ships continually patrolling the planet's orbit comprising the majority of the remainder, and security checks that come up anything other than plain vanilla are rare; the C-3's checks proving no exception, everything from the passenger manifest to the ship and it's crew's bona fides proving to be perfectly in order.
Once she has completed the checks and found an opening in the surface bound traffic patterns, Kalei sends the course to the C-3 and happily informs the captain that he has clearance to adjust course and make for Zeltros City.
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Elikapeka Hekekia
Mist Government
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Post by Elikapeka Hekekia on May 15, 2023 22:26:58 GMT -8
Theta-class T-2c shuttle, Prothoe - Cockpit
Slowing the Prothoe to ahead dead slow after they pop out of hyperspace, Lucine grins as she tells Elikapeka, "See? We made it safe and sound. You can breathe now, Ma'am."
Elika, trying to smile convincingly even though she does not think she will really relax until she has her feet on the ground, ceasing to fuss and fidget with the pendant of Shiraya that she wears at all time and almost immediately begins to fuss and fidget with the sleeves of her blouse as she says, "I never doubted you for a moment, Lieutenant."
"Right," Lucine tells Elika, knowing the architect well enough that she is sure the woman had been praying to her moon goddess for the entire trip, and then opens a comm channel to Zeltros' orbital traffic control and says, Control, this is the Prothoe from Umgul, requesting permission to land in Zeltros City Spaceport, over.
Elika rubs the back of her neck after she has fussed with her sleeves, feeling even more claustrophobic and anxious now that they have arrived than she had during the journey through hyperspace. Trying to focus on something other than the waiting and her mounting anxiety, Elika thinks about the job that has brought her here to Zeltros, hoping that remembering her excitement about the project will blot out her anxiousness. The King and Queen of Zeltros have hired her to design and build a temple for a Twi'lek priestess of the Fire Temple from Ryloth, a refugee that escaped from the recent occupation of the Twi'lek homeworld, and Elika thinks about the pictures she was provided with of the prospective sites for the project, the first step in her creative process always having been to select the building site that most suited her client's vision. As a part of her initial preparation, Elika also researched the Twi'lek religion, which involved the worship of Kika'lekki, the Great Mother, and finds herself looking forward to learning more about it from the priestess of the Fire Temple that the King and Queen of Zeltros have informed her will be heavily involved in the project with them.
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Post by Makena Artsruni on May 20, 2023 22:15:16 GMT -8
Cardan III-class space station, the Cahya
Kalei Iousua, one of the planetary traffic controllers on duty when the Prothoe arrives and requests clearance to land in Zeltros City's Starport, continues thumbing absently through the glossy pages of a fashion magazine as she flips her headset's mic down and coos in a warm, sensually friendly voice, Welcome to Zeltros, Prothoe. Hold your present position and standby, please. Folding down the corner of a page featuring a lovely and rather daringly low cut sleeveless dress with an equally risque side slit, Kalei begins performing the usual security checks, learning in the course of doing so that the Prothoe's arrival is not only an expected one, but also that the architect aboard the shuttle has been invited to Zeltros by none other than the King and Queen themselves.
After contacting the Royal Palace to inform them that Miss Hekekia has arrived and being told that she is to direct the shuttle to the Palace hangars rather than the Starport in the city, Kalei reopens the comm channel to the Prothoe and says cheerfully, You have been cleared to land in the Royal Palace's hangar, Prothoe, as she sends the flight path to the shuttle and continues, You will be met by members of the Palace Guard upon arrival. Enjoy your stay here on Zeltros!
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Elikapeka Hekekia
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Post by Elikapeka Hekekia on May 22, 2023 2:08:52 GMT -8
Lucine, doing her best impression of the Zeltron's sultry, breathy delivery, says, Acknowledged, Control. Thank you sooo much. Laughing as she increases the shuttle's speed and adjusts their course to bring them onto the flight path they have been assigned, Lucine says, "Leave it to a Zeltron to make a landing clearance sound like a come on, right? Do you think we'll be staying in the Royal Palace while we're here? How cool would that be? Just chillin' with the King and Queen?"
Elika, shrugging without looking up from her datapad as she sends a holonet message to Delaana to let her girlfriend know that she has arrived safely, replies, "Well, their aide did say not to worry about making any hotel arrangements when hiring me for the project, so it is possible we'll be staying in the palace I suppose, then crinkles her nose as the fact that they might be doing so registers fully and her social anxiety kicks in, I wonder if we'll be meeting the King and Queen today? Looking down at the casual blue pin striped suit jacket she wears over a plain white blouse and slacks that match the jacket, Elika asks, Do you think we'll have time to change?"
Snorting a quiet laugh, Lucine tries to make the architect feel less nervous by joking, "Ma'am, it's Zeltros. You could show up in your undies and I don't think anyone would bat an eye. Chuckling, she adds, Heck, you'd probably fit right in with the locals if what I've heard about the way they dress is true."
Elka, taking her spectacles off and compulsively cleaning the lenses with the pocket scarf she takes from the breast pocket of her jacket, nods and tries to sound less anxious than she feels as she says, "You're probably right."
Lucine considers offering the architect her boot flask again, but decides that might not be the best idea and settles for saying, "You'll be just fine, Ma'am," and continues piloting the shuttle on towards their destination.
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Jair Crawford
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Post by Jair Crawford on Sept 2, 2024 11:31:58 GMT -8
A lone A-wing zipped into orbit from hyperspace.
A protocol droids voice could be heard over the com link almost immediately.
Oh, hello! And welcome to Zeltros. If you need assistance in your native form of communication, please speak now so I may find it in my database, otherwise I shall continue in Galactic Basic. If you are a visiting tourist, please proceed to the nearest designated checkpoint and you will be well on your way to be cleared to land. If you are here on official business, please wait to be contacted by a royal official.
When the coordinates were pinged to his ship, Jair went ahead through the tourist route. It would probably be the easiest anyway since he had come directly from Coruscant, and didn't have time to even change the signature on his ship back to its default. After going through all of the checkpoints, he finally headed down to the surface.
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Gwyn
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Post by Gwyn on Sept 14, 2024 10:32:34 GMT -8
[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Morninglord-class Light Defender (Unnamed) | Beyond Zeltros' Space | Zeltros' Open Space ] Attn: Jair Crawford Gwyn quietly glanced over at the resting Jedi, idly wondering about him, and his quest. The ship handled very easily so even someone as inexperienced at flying like her could fly without too much trouble. Zeltros didn't have much asteroids or belts of such so she had no trouble clearing the region and soon reached the jump point to Felucia, but that was when she ran into an unexpected issue.
She felt and heard the ship engines rumbling, and she found it was no longer moving. A quick glance at the ship displays showed the engines were working fine and was still pushing at the speed she had set. She tried accelerating the engines a little more, and now she heard a metallic groaning noise, and she realized that something was holding the ship in place. Looking out through the cockpit's transparasteel viewports showed a light blue beam of light was enveloping the vessel.
Tractor beams!
:: Attention, very expensive looking ship, :: a voice crackled on the ship's comm, :: we've been waiting for you to try to leave. You're gonna slow your ship, and let us board. You, everything and everyone aboard, and the ship, now belongs to the Starslinger Pirates. ::
PIRATES?!? They were just waiting beyond range of Zeltros' space patrol and scanners. And if they took everyone and the vessel hostage, it'd explain why no one complained previously, or maybe they don't operate here all the time. Either way, her ship's opulent gold and pearly white hull design had attracted the wrong kind of attention, it seemed. But they were not aware of the kind of armaments her ship had, and the automated droid fighters she had in the hangar.
She also did not want any more lives on her hands, even if it was pirates.
:: Starslinger Pirates, :: Gwyn quietly replied on the comm, :: I will not surrender...and this vessel is armed...I do not want to engage, so please let us go... ::
Loud laughter over the comms told her what they thought of her warning and plea. She could see the large vessel behind them on the holomap display. It was a Corona-class armed frigate, and it was releasing a small swarm of fighters and shuttles who were rapidly approaching. Gwyn quickly toggled the ship's shields and extended the four dual-laser turrets that had been concealed all this time. The sudden appearance of omni-directional weapons caused the fighters and shuttles to scatter in alarm, but the beam continued to hold.
:: Don't be stupid, girl, :: the pirate captain growled, :: We still have ya outgunned and outnumbered. Think we can't shoot off yer defences 'fore we lose anybody! I'm Captain Ylbrad Smuthbrein! TURN OFF YER ENGINES AND LOWER YER SHIELDS. ::
Gwyn's hands tightened on her ship's steering yoke, the other hand on the thrusters. She gave Jair a glance, as if seeking permission, guidance or wisdom before she tapped the comm button again, :: No, release us...please. ::
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Jair Crawford
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Post by Jair Crawford on Sept 14, 2024 11:49:51 GMT -8
Jair awoke with a start at the loud, gruff voice over the com link. It took him a moment to gather himself and become aware of the situation that they found themselves in. He caught enough of the conversation to get a fairly decent grip of the situation, though, and when Gwyn glanced over at him, he merely raised his hand, still quite calm, although, alert. "If I may..."
Jair gently reached over to the com link and pressed the button himself.
Greetings, esteemed Starslinger Pirates. I have heard of your renown, and you are indeed most talented at your craft. Jair had never heard of the Starslingers before in his entire life, but unless a Force sensitive was part of their crew, they probably would not be the wiser, because not only was Jair trying to butter them up with flattery, but he was also intently making a connection with his mind to this one captain speaking on the other end through the Force. If this one was was not a strong minded individual, then he would not notice the subtle mind-trickery that Jair was weaving in with his comments of flattery.
Indeed, I had always wondered if I would ever get the pleasure to meet such an esteemed, and skilled fellow pirate such as yourself one day.
That's right. He would have heard that correctly. Jair chuckled ever so slightly, but still keeping the conversation, and his tone completely light-hearted, with zero signs of ill intent, all while connecting and influencing this captains mind with the Force to the best of his abilities. Only time would tell if this captain would take, or fall for the bait or not.
How did you think I got my hands on such a ship as this? Not by conventional means. I have great respect for you sir. I can only hope that you adhere to the pirates code that we do not steal from each other, but only do deals with each other. It would certainly align with your grand reputation among us lesser pirates.
Jair gave Gwyn a knowing glance as he awaited a response, assuming that she knew full well what he was up to.
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Gwyn
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Post by Gwyn on Sept 15, 2024 2:36:24 GMT -8
[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Morninglord-class Light Defender (Unnamed) | Beyond Zeltros' Space | Zeltros' Open Space ] Attn: Jair CrawfordGwyn was trembling. She had just shared her sordid experiences of the first time she'd killed, and the numerous lives she'd claimed unintentionally. And now these pirates were forcing her hand once more! She did not want to kill! She didn't! But how could she persuade them to cease and let them go? So focused on the situation was she that when Jair spoke up, she jumped and immediately surrendered control of the comm to him.
When Jair spoke, she did not expect what he began to speak, that she stared at him with wide eyes and no small amount of confusion. It was certainly not a choice she would have opted to go with. Subterfuge was her worst talent, as in she had none. She only flattered if she believed it was true, otherwise, she only offered her true opinion. And why was a Jedi so talented in lying???
She could sense he was using the Force in some way, but she did not understand what she was seeing, or feeling. Was he mentally pushing something into Ylbran? The response that came back was what shocked her.
:: HAH-HAH! Yes! Ye do have the honour of meeting Captain Smuthbrein! But who are YOU? And why did ye let that stupid girl talk for ye first? Who're ye joined with? Bloodrage? ::
Gwyn was not so immune to insults that she didn't get offended. Her outrage was obvious for Jair to see, and she almost looked like she wanted to wrest control of the comms back to retaliate, she only resisted out of respect to Jair who was pulling some kind of...deception.
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Jair Crawford
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Post by Jair Crawford on Sept 15, 2024 16:49:41 GMT -8
"Who are YOU?" Jair did not speak back to the Captain with the Force, as that would have been to risky, but the connection still maintained. 'You do not need to know this information... you have no interest in this information...' was the thought that Jair repeated mentally over and over while speaking to this Captain, honing in on those specific thoughts in the Force. If he could keep the Captain from prying, it would be the most ideal. However, he did answer one of the questions, and stuck to it, hoping to keep the Captain sufficiently distracted.
Oh, she's actually quite smart. Today's her first day on my crew though. First day jitters, we've all been there. Jair added with a friendly chuckle.
I have a feeling she'll have a very bright future ahead of her.
Jair glanced over at Gwyn, knowing that she would know that he was not talking about piracy or smuggling, but much more fulfilling things.
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Gwyn
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Post by Gwyn on Sept 15, 2024 19:01:30 GMT -8
[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Morninglord-class Light Defender (Unnamed) | Beyond Zeltros' Space | Zeltros' Open Space ] Attn: Jair CrawfordGwyn felt uneasy and restless now with Jair continuing the deception. She understood that this might avoid bloodshed altogether, but she also did not approve of the method. Still, it wasn't her place to say, so she contended herself with brushing her hair back irritably and examining the consoles, ready to try firing at the tractor beams and jumping to hyperspace. She could feel the Force flowing from Jair towards the other ship, and it made her skin prickle. She could not understand what he was doing.
:: Ahh, aye, aye, we've all been there... :: said Ylbran, and Gwyn's eyes boggled at the response, :: ...ya know what, ye're all right. Come back in, boyz, this ain't our prize. Pirates don't steal from each other. SHADDAP! I SAID PIRATES DON'T STEAL FROM PIRATES AND THAT'S THAT. NEXT ONE-A YA MAGGOTS MOUTH OFF TO ME'S GONNA SWAB THE HULL WITHOUT A SUIT, GOT IT? Off with you then, fellow pirates. ::
The next instant, Gwyn's ship was moving again, as the tractor beam was turned off. Not waiting, the redhead moved out of range and made the jump to lightspeed.
About half an hour later, Ylbran Smuthbrein was screaming, “WHY IN THE BLUE BLAZES DID I LET THAT GOLDEN SHIP GO!?! PIRATES DO STEAL FROM ONE ANOTHER!!!”
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