Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 26, 2015 17:29:50 GMT -8
Do you want every single file and runtime on the system or just the documents?" She deliberated for a minute, watching the screen over his shoulder. “Gimme everything, we can sift through it later and see what else we find,” Mal sighed, digging through her pack as her commlink chirped. Weird, since she wasn’t due to check in with Liya and Jace for another few days. “I just wanna get the hell outta here; knowing Galen knows we’re here just..gives me the creeps,” she mumbled, clapping Oz on the shoulder as she moved away, fiddling with her coms. But it wasn't Liya or Jace. He activated his photoreceptor, casting his gaze around the cabin. Assuming the crew to be abed, he voiced his readiness for action, should there be a supervisory droid nearby. Repair and service droid R2-P47 stands ready to assist. Orders?
A determined string of Astromech beeps and whirls sounded over the mic, filling the room. It was Wrench. Before they left for the bunker, Malora had set the ship to alert them of any kind of activity around and within. Y’know, just in case. “Wrench?! That you?” Her tense, focused expression cracked. The smile reached both ears. “Hey, little man! Where ya been? Never mind, we’re on our way back to the ship, warm ‘er up for us, alright? I’ll catch you up on everything later.” Pocketing the comms, Mal made sure the charges were set properly (Mack was great, but he’d probably misplace his own head if it weren’t attached to him) while Oz finished the download, and the group headed back to the surface, pausing only to detonate the explosives. She didn’t turn back to watch as the ground caved in atop the lift, dust and dirt thrown sky high. Hearing Wrench’s ‘voice’ brought their huge task ahead of them rolling back through her mind. There was only one way. Forward. Wade. Fel. Gather the crew again. BE a crew again. End Galen. No one wanted to stick around and see the Jekk arrive, so the group hustled aboard the UA and were off the ground and in the skies (thanks to Wrench) before the dirt had settled. Mal set Oz to work sifting through the data and Mack to bed with a special heavy drink she’d concocted herself and the promise of a chat later. After stashing her gear, the smuggler made her way to the cockpit after a short consultation with Oz, face grim and stomach writhing in anxiety. They’d found a planet. They’d found Wade. There was no relief, no joy at the discovery, no ease of tension. So they knew where he was, what he’d been doing, what had happened (sort of). Now they had to GET to him, and with all the uncertainty surrounding him now…it was complicated. More than Mal had figured it would be. But her decision to go in alone on this one still remained. Mack was too unpredictable, and Oz was too valuable to take where she was going. He’d probably understand that. Mack, though… Well. He was out cold, hopefully for the rest of the flight. She’d make it up to him later. Malora paused outside the cockpit door, hand leaning on the wall, head bowed in mental exhaustion, wondering if this was how Fel felt when she’d been taken by Tir Kaarn. Terrified of what he didn’t know, worried it would never be over. Did she know he was looking for her? Would he make it in time? Would she still be Malora after this? What if he lost her…? She pulled herself out of Fel’s past mindset and scrubbed at her eyes with grimy hands, willing the ache in her head to dissipate, and clomped through the door into the cockpit. No time for musings. Gotta get goin’. Shit to sort out. Jumps to program. Unconscious people to drop off. But first things first. “Well lookit you!” Malora shuffled over to Wrench who was busy fixing something near the pilot’s chair. “All mobile and ready to go, already on top o’ stuff.” She bent down, wrapping the Astromech in a hug, and planted a kiss on his dome. “Missed you. We got a few trips to plan, buddy. I’ll pop the coordinates into the nav computer for you.” She set their destinations and sat down in the co-pilots chair, scraping her hair back into a ponytail. “First up, Nar Shaddaa. Quick in ‘n’ out, we drop Mack and Oz and jet. Then…” She set her eyes on the skies outside the viewport and swallowed. “Then, we’re going to rescue Wade, Wrench. We’re going to Myrkr. ...Wanna take us out? Ready when you are.” |
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Galdaart Fel
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Feb 2, 2015 10:48:49 GMT -8
The commands had been vague... 'warm 'er up for us' ...but R2-P47 had complied, trundling to the flight deck and accessing the main systems relays, bringing the antiquated ship back on-line. While performing the rudimentary pre-flight checks, he had accessed his databanks for traces of the term 'Little Man' and found nothing. Still, it had been apparent from the female's terms and inflection that she was referring to him.
Soon after, a trio of bipedal humanoids entered the vessel. R2-P47 tooted a greeting to each one in turn, inquiring after the well-being of the injured or unconscious thin, wiry male. There had been no satisfactory reply, as the other male had immediately examined the little droid, much to his apparent excitement and fulfillment, whisking the astromech into the cargo hold where he had been prodded by several instruments before being released by the female, obviously the source of the orders. His new Master. She had led him to the flight deck, talking the whole way about things he wasn't completely certain of. Mack, Oz, Wade, Wrench. These meant little to him. Her continued use of word-stuffs clarified a couple of points, namely that Mack was apparently the incapacitated individual, inferring that Oz was the other male aboard.
Then Master made word-stuff that made sense.
Nar Shaddaa. Destination. Largest moon of Nal Hutta. Commonly known as Vertical City, Smuggler's Moon or Little Coruscant, which was inaccurate, as Coruscant orbited a star vastly superior to Nal Hutta's binary. Nar Shaddaa's grid coordinates could not have been more different at S-12 from Coruscant's. Diameter, Rotation, relative humidity, population... all were vastly different and inferior to Coruscant. But the destination had been made. At the suggestion that he should 'take them out,' R2-P47 whistled an affirmative, and prepared to access the standard jump logs he should have left the factory with, but instead found a library of jump coordinates and vectors that made little sense and traveled far outside the standard safety protocols prescribed by Industrial Automaton. While at once confusing and distressing, R2-P47 was intrigued, since most of the available jumps and coordinates were substantially more efficient and faster (relatively speaking) than the norm.
He felt clarification of a couple of points was necessary before engaging.
Master, R2-P47 has access to customized, possibly illegal jump files and coordinates that deviate from the standard shipping routes. Should these files be purged?
Also, clarification: Identify 'Wade.' Identify 'Wrench.
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Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 2, 2015 13:22:31 GMT -8
Identify ‘Wrench’? What the… She swiveled her chair around to stare at the droid, eyebrows crumpled together over narrowed eyes. Mal had half a mind to haul Oz up to the flight deck and ask some questions. Like, why doesn't Wrench remember he’s Wrench, why is he calling her Master, etc, but honestly, they didn't have the time for lengthy Q&A. She felt a little bad, though. She’d been so focused, SO focused on finding Wade and hunting down leads about Fel that she’d apparently completely missed everything else going on around her. God, I’d make a terrible captain…
“Well, you’re Wrench.” Malora smiled, suddenly a little nervous. “That’s your name.” She had almost zero knowledge when it came to droid maintenance or repairs or anything going on in their little wired interiors, but she’d seen Dazac work on a protocol droid once, and had struggled to pay attention the few times Fel had tried explaining their inner workings to her. But she figured this was some kind of temporary (she hoped) droid amnesia from all the techy-mechy stuff Oz had been messing with under his dome. It was like someone had hit the reset button; Wrench had, in his mind, just left the factory. He still had all of Fel's jump files though, so it’s not like everything had been erased… Malora hesitated to get too in depth with her answers. She felt like she was intruding on a moment that should have been Fel’s. “And Wade? Wade Connors. He’s a member of our crew. He’s my friend, and he’s in trouble, and it’s up to you and me to help him.”
She turned her chair back around, her spirit sinking a little. “And then we need to go get the Captain. Fel. Galdaart Fel, remember him? He runs the crew. Flies the ship with you. Keeps us together…” A quiet fell over her. “S'ok, Wrench. It’ll come back to you. Keep those jump files. Use ‘em, in fact.”
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Galdaart Fel
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Feb 2, 2015 13:44:41 GMT -8
The little multi-coloured spare-parts droid chirped a simple one note affirmative, and swiveled back to the task at-hand, excited to do something that was perhaps a little dangerous and adventurous.
Wrench. (he was Wrench.) Wade Connors. Captain Galdaart Fel. Friend. Crew.
Words and data-files from corrupt batches flooded his mind. Friend begat 'family,' Crew begat 'friends.' 'Friends' begat 'Malora,' 'Dazac,' 'Sam,' 'Liya,' 'Jace' and many other words for which he didn't have an understanding of yet. This had the possibility of becoming cyclical, and so the little droid (Wrench) shelved the thoughts for a little while, and set about programming coordinates for Nar Shaddaa. In due course, he activated the UA's hyperdrive, and swiveled his radome to look at the stars, as they became streaks of light outside the canopy, to which he ooohed and aaaahed like a schoolboy.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jul 17, 2018 13:00:59 GMT -8
==Selling Stock SL==
<<107 PP; Q4 Sector, Telos>>
The Imperium's focus on the Tingel arm had expired. It had been a slow process at first, but the move of the capital to Lehon had been the death knell of the Socii Systems in this region. It was simply too far removed over too much contested space to keep an eye on. For the most part the Imperium had the clout remaining to make a fairly hefty profit in removing themselves from the region. The vast majority of the local Socii Auxiliary forces were primarily loyal to the Imperium, thanks to a rather heavy investment in their training & the removal of much of the original defensive force. There was also a fairly heavy burst of migration, toward the region around Lehon. It was slower than normal due to much of it making use of the Rakata point to point hyperdrives, but far safer. The last great migration was the huge amount of resources & personal wealth that traveled with what could technically be considered refugees, if such a term could be applied to people as wealthy as the ones leaving.
Of course, not every world believed the propaganda being pushed in their day to day lives. It was inevitable that some people would put together the scraps of information & figure out something was happening. Telos simply had too many of them focused in one place. The rioting broke out in earnest roughly halfway through the three week process. At first it was contained, but soon it had spread further & faster than anyone could have predicted. While the total process of moving the wealth had been slower, it had been going on longer. Most of that, along with most of the military, had already been stripped from the planet. The population was another story. When the rioting started, people began abandoning the planet in droves. Ships where stuff far beyond capacity before they left the system. In the end, the few remaining warships, mostly just corvettes, had to bomb several sites to break up the riots. Once that was done & it was obvious nothing of value remained to the Imperium, they also left.
Of course, the Imperium hadn't managed to loot the entire planet. That was far beyond even their reach. The original goal was only to pull out those people that had strong enough ties & feelings about the Imperium to serve as good recruiting stock, along with as much of their wealth as could be managed. The rest of the world, & its holdings, would be left to rot in the anarchy it had been uplifted from. In the end though, only three quarters of the chosen population made it off world. The rest had either been torn apart in the riots, burned in the retaliatory strikes that ended the riots, or slipped back into the cracks to claim that they had never supported the Imperium.
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