Shiirruk
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Glastro
Feb 6, 2014 13:57:33 GMT -8
Post by Shiirruk on Feb 6, 2014 13:57:33 GMT -8
Shiirruk had been eating semi-silently, only making noise to stretch part of himself into a glass filled with water. He seemed to absorb it, along with the food, via some sort of osmosis. The food, using that term very loosely, only stayed solid for a few moments before breaking down into nothing.
Shiirruk did not move as he was spoken to, his powerful senses picking up on the person moving towards him. Instead he stopped eating, though by now the bowl was almost entirely empty. It did not take long for a species that absorbed its prey to eat something that was no longer moving, or edible to other species for that matter. The Pulra listened intently to what the human said, not understanding the context of what he was saying. Who was it he should be forgetting about? Was someone doing something around him that he was supposed to be aware of? He was still learning alien reactions, and trying to adapt to fit them, but he did not understand what this human was speaking of at all. He did not know that the food he engulfed for sustenance was disgusting to almost every other being in the Galaxy, or that others were speaking of him because of his strange appearance.
Shiirruk spoke with a type of telepathy, but it was audible, able to hear with the ears and the mind, a very unique way of communicating.
It is sorry, but it does not know what you are speaking of. It was simply eating the food it had waited for. Did it do something wrong?
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Glastro
Feb 6, 2014 17:37:18 GMT -8
Post by Garrett Morkan on Feb 6, 2014 17:37:18 GMT -8
Garrett looked in confusion at the humanoid figure before him. He was still recovering from the strange sensation of telepathy that swept through him. He tried to think about his words before he spoke. Analyzing every word before he spoke, he replied,
"No, you haven't done anything wrong. My name is Garrett Morkan. I'm not from around here and I am guessing that you aren't either. Just wanted to drop by and introduce myself. I have never met a being like you and I thought you would be an awesome person to talk to. I have to admit that I don't know which particular species you are, but I would love to hear how you see the universe. What brings you from your homeworld all the way to Bimmasaari?"
Garrett waved the droid waitress over and ordered two Forvish Ales for himself and his new slimy friend. She brought it out almost immediately. Obviously way faster than she did the first time that the slime being ordered. He slid the droid some credits and set the drinks down on the table. Taking a big sip, Garrett gazed around the diner while awaiting an answer. People were giving him strange looks, some filled with hate and others filled with curiosity.
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Shiirruk
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Glastro
Feb 6, 2014 18:10:50 GMT -8
Post by Shiirruk on Feb 6, 2014 18:10:50 GMT -8
Shiirruk tilted the upper part of himself, which he used in place of a head. It had been some time since he had directly interacted with an alien outside of work. He was curious as to how this would turn out. He dipped part of himself into the Forvish Ale, absorbing a few sips worth into himself. Alcohol had seemingly no effect on the Pulra, at least in small amounts. And any amount less than several liters was small.
It is a Pulra from the planet Kuras III. It was captured and taken offworld by hunters. It escaped.
Shiirruk dipped back into the glass of ale and sucked up the rest of the beverage. It waited until he had absorbed the drink, the equivalent of having its mouth full, it had learned, was rude amongst aliens when they had their own mouths full and spoke.
It is called Shiirruk by others. It is pleased to make your acquaintance, Garrett Morkan.
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Glastro
Feb 7, 2014 13:50:34 GMT -8
Post by Garrett Morkan on Feb 7, 2014 13:50:34 GMT -8
Garrett smiled at the Pulra. He had heard of them once from a merchant out in the Outer Rim. The only thing that he had mentioned was that the Pulras he met were very polite and had seemed very much isolationists to the rest of the species. This Pulra must had been captured and taken off-world by hunters. Garrett shook his head in disappointment. How could people be so cruel to kidnap sentient beings so easily to be shipped across the galaxy? It made him sick and sorry to say he shared the same air with the likes of scum that gained pleasure from it.
"I am sorry to hear that, Shiirruk. But I count myself lucky to have met someone as brave as you are. What have you been doing since escaping? Surely, you have some way to make money since living on your own. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to afford that," Garrett looked down at the empty bowl that was mere moments ago a bowl of almost rotting food scraps."wonderful medley of cuisine."
A Bimm walked in and sat at the bar nearest them. Garrett saw an intrigued look come across the short and furry man's face, but it turned into a grin as he ordered his meal and drink. Maybe not all the people on Bimmisaari were as closed-minded as the original diners. Those ill-mannered people were most likely off-worlders just thinking that Bimmisaari was going to be a place that supported elitism and tasteless thinking. He hoped some bum pissed on their shoes later to let them know just how important everyone truly thought they were.
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Shiirruk
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Feb 7, 2014 14:12:14 GMT -8
Post by Shiirruk on Feb 7, 2014 14:12:14 GMT -8
Shiirruk moved its upper body in what appeared to be a nod in confirmation at Garrett's assumption. The Pulra changed it's shape slightly, growing several arm-shaped appendages, which then split off into small tendrils, which then went back into itself.
It has a keen ability with machinery. It is able to form Itself to reach places without costly dismantling that other beings cannot. It enjoys this work.
Shiirruk shaped an arm from himself and reached beside him, picking up a cylindrical credit stick.
It makes a modest living with Its chosen profession, but the sustenance is priced lowly. Other beings would discard it, when it could be used for other purposes. It does not understand the discomfort of others this brings when It ingests sustenance.
Shiirruk turned a portion of himself slightly as the droid waitress came back to take the bowl and glass, and even gave the Pulra a wink. This was only a program put in to get a bigger tip, therefore making the cantina more credits, but the gesture was wasted on the Pulra. Why it persisted in winking despite the Pulra's regular patronage was unknown. Shiirruk then turned back to Garrett.
The machine blinks ever time It dines here. It has been meaning to tell the owner that It is a mechanic and can fix the malfunction. This was has been leaving generous gratuities in hopes that they would get the malfunction repaired before the droid's photoreceptor is no longer functional.
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Sept 13, 2015 10:02:29 GMT -8
Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Sept 13, 2015 10:02:29 GMT -8
Arkan was waiting in the main dining room of the Presidential Suite of the the most expensive hotel in Glastro, "The Glastro Grande". The Suite covered the top two floors of the hotel and had it's own landing pad at the rear of the hotel that directly conmnected to the lower floor reception area. Up the main stairs from that area is where the main dining room, and Arkan, could be found. There were a multitude of servants on the floor, all hotel staff, that had been instructed to escort any arriving dignitaries from the landing platform to the main dining room. This was after the hotel security would have scanned them for weapons, in keeping with the planets law.
Upon entering the main dining room a guest would see a long, ornate wooden table surrounded by thirteen equally ornate looking chairs. Six were arranged down each side and Arkan sat in the thirteens that the head of the table, directly facing the main entrance. The Pirate Captain worn his full armour as he had to as he sat patiently waiting for his guests, arms folded in front of him.
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Sept 16, 2015 19:01:41 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2015 19:01:41 GMT -8
Having left his weapons aboard The Black Pearl, Captain Jagger Fark had then proceeded down to "The Glastro Grande" hotel, having been summoned to the meeting that Arkan had organised with a number of other shadowy organizations. Jagger wore only his regular clothing as he made his way past security and into the dining hall, looking quite out of place amid the luxuries of such a high class place. He gave a nod then to Arkan, before taking a seat near to him, since he was here as a representative of his crew whom fell under the umbrella of the Bloodrage Pirates, and to a further extent, The Exchange. Quickly ordering a servant over, Jagger shared some hushed words, before the man disappeared, returning a few moments later with a Growler of Rum and placed it before Jagger, which he promptly took a good swig of
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Oct 19, 2015 11:21:13 GMT -8
Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Oct 19, 2015 11:21:13 GMT -8
Arkan sat with a glass of rum to his right hand side, only a fingers length away from his hand. He had no intention of drinking it, not with company present. His mask was going to stay firmly in place during this meeting. He thought about the last person to see him without his mask, she was most likely dead now and there was only one other person he knew was alive that had seen his real face.
"How goes the raiding Jagger? Had any good hauls lately?"
This was probably the closest the pirates ever got to "small talk". Discussing rapes and pillages was what they did to unwind after a hard day raping and pillaging!
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Nov 1, 2015 20:27:27 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2015 20:27:27 GMT -8
Jagger had always been curious about why Arkan wore that mask of his all the time, it was a curiosity, much like Jagger's own preference of clothing which was quite antiquated by galactic standards. As it was, he'd heard nearly every rumour that had done their rounds through the ranks, each crazier than the last and ranging in believability. He could still remember that time Mr Turner was convinced that Arkan was wearing the mask to conceal his identity as a descendant of the Fel Empire lineage. He then gave a nod to Arkan as the man asked how things were
It's been good. We hit a HAMR Corp ship on the way over, though I can't say much for the cargo they were hauling... Lots of batteries... and adult toys...
Jagger then took a swig of his rum, trying to forget that particular memory. Not that it would do him much good forgetting it, since the cargo was stored aboard The Black Pearl and he would need to formulate a plan of what to do with it so they could make a profit from their raid
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