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Post by Krayton Jantsk on May 12, 2015 11:02:19 GMT -8
First song at an end, Kay takes a few moments to retune (it's an OLD guitar) and order two beers (one is never enough) while at the same time listening to the general sound of the room. Several people clap for the performance -- a nice added bonus, but not strictly necessary, or what he was looking for. A little intel wafts his way... little snippits of conversations, but not enough. Yet. He takes a drink from his first beer, speaks out (loud enough for his still-open comm-link to amplify his voice to whoever is still listening in the room...Thanks very much. I'm going to take you way back on this next tune. A little ditty I picked up on a dust-bowl moon that didn't even have a name, just a number. Changing a couple of effects, he launches into the next number, which seems to go well. A couple of bum notes, but when you're playing with a beer bottle in one hand, and a cigarette dangling from your lips, sometimes a bad note sounds like it was done purposefully. As the tune winds down, there is more applause, and a few credits tossed his way. More importantly, as voices were raised to speak above the amplified music, they tend to stay elevated after the music has stopped. A little more intel. So, he went down off the coast. Deep water. Hey -- What do Gungans put things in? --Jar Jars. Thanks. I'm available for children's birthday parties, office parties, Undersea salvage operations... This next tune is appropriate, since the sun is setting. It's called ' After Dark.'
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2015 3:31:19 GMT -8
What a beautiful day it was on Naboo, the sun was shining and the wind was blowing, it was perfect weather and another great day to be alive in this galaxy of wars amongst the stars. But tarry not far, fair reader, for it is not amongst the stars that our fair epic begins, but here on Naboo, at the unassuming spaceport of Theed, where our hero (or well, more accurately, our anti-hero) has dained to make his entrance
Jagger Fark stood atop a mast, wind blowing his hair and bandana about, his hat miraculously unaffected, as he laid eyes on Theed Spaceport, the only place on Naboo where one could procure a ride off world. It was then that he glanced down, and noticed that the Bantha-II cargo skiff he had managed to jerry-rig a sailing mast onto, was starting to lose altitude, and so Jagger swung down the rope and landed into the bottom of the skiff. If he was entirely honest, the skiff hadn't been anything pretty to begin with, but he had been in a tight spot and needed a temporary transport, for reasons which were a story for another time. Knowing he had little time to spare, Jagger started to toss some items overboard to lighten the load, in between using a crumy bucket to try scoop out some of the liquid that had leaked from a container. As he was bucketing out the liquid, he chanced to look up, when a holoscreen showed a handful of pirates being executed, with the text "Pirates, Ye Be Warned" being displayed in aurabesh over the video.
Jagger removed his hat, and bowed his head in respect, before giving them a quick pirate salute. Returning his attention to the sad sorry state of his skiff, Jagger quickly ascended the mast as the hunk of junk continued to sail into Theed Spaceport, the expression on his face as stoic as ever as onlookers wondered just what in the hell they were seeing. The skiff slowly continued to lose altitude as it approached the docking pier, the mast coincidentally coming level with the pier as Jagger casually stepped off the sinking ship and made his long a pier, almost passing by a customs official without notice, only to be stopped by the man a few seconds later Pardon me sir, but it's 10 credits to tie up your skiff at the dock, and I shall have to know your name. Jagger then glanced at where the mast of his skiff was currently sinking out of sight below the pier, before looking back at the customs officer, before pulling out the last 20 credits he had and handing them to the man What do you say to 20 credits, and we forget the name?
Welcome to Theed Spaceport Mr Smith... The man pocketed the credits and went on his way, whilst Jagger headed towards the main dock to begin scouting out a new ship to use to get off world and rejoin with his crew. He was in luck though, because a couple piers later, he found the perfect vessel with which to make his escape off world, and almost was able to get to, before a pair of guards quickly blocked his way This part of the pier is off limits to civilians, you'll have to move along...
Terribly sorry, I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately... Jagger then moved to step around the pair of guards, only for them to block his path once more, to make it clear that they meant it was also off limits to him as well. Just then, the sound of some festival that was happening in Theed could be faintly heard on the wind, giving Jagger an idea Seem's to me, there is some high-toned and fancy to-do going on in Theed, eh? How is it that two upstanding gentlemen, such as yourselves, did not merit an invitation?
Someone's got to make sure that this part of the pier stays off-limits to civilians.
It's a fine goal, to be sure. But it seems to me... that a ship like that one... Jagger then pointed towards a vessel that was almost twice the size and boasted three times as many cannons as the vessel he was trying to steal Makes this one here seem a bit superfluous, really.
Oh, the Dauntless is the power in this sector, true enough. But there's no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed. Jagger thought for a moment, or at least, gave the impression that he was as he concocted a plan to perhaps confuse these guards I've heard of one, supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable: The Black Pearl. The first guard then snorted a little as he laughed, thinking that Jagger was pulling his legs with tales of The Black Pearl, a pirate ship that was supposedly a member of the notorious Bloodrage Pirates group Well, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor.
The Black Pearl is a real ship.
No, it's not.
Yes it is, I've seen it.
You've seen it?
Yes.
You haven't seen it.
Yes! I have.
You've seen a ship, with black sails that's crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?
No.
No...
But I have seen a ship with black sails. Jagger quickly slipped past and made his way towards the ships docking ramp as the pair of guards continued to bicker amongst themselves over the existence of The Black Pearl Oh, and no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails, therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you're telling me?
No.
Like I said, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor... The guards then suddenly realized that Jagger was no longer standing in front of them, causing them to look around, before chasing after him and raising their rifles as they noticed that he was making his way onto the ship Hey, you. Get away from there. You don't have permission to be aboard there, mate.
I'm sorry. It's just... it's such a pretty boat... ship...
What's your name?
Smith.
What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?
Yeah, and no lies!
Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, find my crew on Nar Shaddaa, then raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out. The second guard looked a little annoyed, thinking that this "Mr Smith" was lying to them again I said no lies.
I think he's telling the truth.
If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us.
Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you... The second guard then looked thoughtful before realizing that Jagger had just called him dim witted, causing him to narrow his gaze at the self-revealed pirate. Suddenly though, their little confrontation was interrupted as a young woman fell from an overhead transport, landing into a giant tank of water that was docked on the otherside of the pier, prompting them all to look at the tank Will you be saving her then?
I can't swim.... Jagger then briefly glances to the second guard, who looks about as helpful as the first, before he starts removing his jacket, hat and weapons, handing them to the two guards Pride of the navy you are. Do not lose these. The Guards looked perplexed as Jagger then raced across the pier and dived head first into the tank after the woman, quickly descending to the bottom of the tank where he found her laying motionless. He then grabbed a hold of her and started to try and surface, quickly realizing that the dress she was wearing was only a hinderance, before using a knife to cut her free. He surfaced a few seconds later near the edge of the tank, the guards helping pull her out and onto the pier, the first guard checking her over Not breathing!
Move! Jagger then used his knife to slit the ties on the woman's corset and tore it off, before she regained conciousness, spitting out a bit of water. The guard looked puzzled at Jagger Never would have though of that.
Clearly you've never been to Zeltros... The transport quickly landed nearby on the pier, before several soldiers rushed out, one of them producing a sword and pointing it at Jagger, the man keeping the sword blade close to Jagger's neck as he stood up, the girl's father quickly appearing with a cloak to drape over her Shoot him!
Father! Colonel, do you really intend to kill my rescuer? The Colonel paused for a moment, before he sheathed his sword and the soldiers lowered their guns I believe thanks are in order... The Colonel extended his hand for a shake, Jagger hesitated for a moment, before extending his hand, the Colonel quickly grasping it firmly as he pushed Jagger's sleeve up to reveal the P scar on his wrist Pirate!
Hang him!
Keep your guns on him! Johnson, fetch some cuffs! The Colonel then rolled the mans sleeve further to reveal the tattoo that was just above the scar that marked Jagger for his real name. The Colonel then pushed him back a little Well, well, Jagger Fark...
Captain Jagger Fark if you please...
I don't see your ship... Captain.
I'm in the market, as it were...
Said he'd come to commandeer one.
Told ya he was tellin the truth. These are his sir. The guard then produced the pile of things that Jagger had handed to them before jumping into the tank, the Colonel examining each item in turn as he commented on them No addition ammo... an antique compass... The Colonel then drew the sword partially out of the sheath, before smiling as he turned his attention back to Jagger And I have expected it to be made of wood... You are, without doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of.
But you have heard of me. The Colonel then grabbed Jagger by the shoulder and dragged him over to Johnson, at which point the soldier begun to cuff Jagger, whilst the noble's daughter stood between Jagger and the Colonel I really must protest. Pirate or not, this man saved my life.
One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness.
But it seems enough to condem him.
Indeed. Just then, Johnson finished cuffing Jagger and stepped away for a moment Finally... Jagger then slipped the cuffs over the girls head and around her neck, pulling her back away from the group, the soldiers raising their guns, as the Noble grew concerned for his daughter's welfare No, don't shoot...
I knew you'd warm up to me. Colonel, my effects please... and my hat. Colonel. The Colonel relented, before grabbing the items from the guard and holding them out Now, miss, if you could be so kind... come, come dear, we dont have all day... The Colonel then handed the pile of things to the girl, Jagger quickly grabbing the pistol and holding it to the girls head as she turned around Now, if you'd be so kind... The girl then put Jagger's hat back on, before rebelting the man's sword across his chest. Little though, did anyone else notice the sudden change in the weather, storm clouds had gathered in the sky, covering the approach of the infamous Black Pearl as it descended through the atmosphere and made it's way through the air toward the pier, with a small shuttle going ahead of it to pick up it's captain. But Jagger had managed to keep the attention on himself all the while, the girl roughly fastening the sword to him Easy on the goods...
Despicable
Stick's and stone's love. You saved my life, I saved yours, we're square... Jagger then turned the girl around and slowly started to back up to where he knew a rope was awaiting him that had been tossed down from the transport above Gentlemen! my lady, you will always remember this, as the day you almost caught, captain Jagger Fark! Jagger then pushed the girl towards the group as he quickly turned around and grabbed a hold of the rope as the transport started taking off, the group suddenly realizing that Jagger was escaping Now will you shoot him!
Open fire! The soldiers started wildly firing into the air as Jagger dangled through the air on the rope, as it was slowly pulled back into the transport, with the shots missing him by mere inches. It was then that The Black Pearl opened fire on the spaceport, with laser cannons, ion cannons and turbolaser shots flying through the air at various response vahicles and piers to cover the transports escape. Once he was safely aboard the transport, Jagger gave the group a quick salute, before the doors closed and the transport hightailed it back to the Pearl as it started to make it's escape, not wanting to hang around too long, lest a stronger force arrive to block them. The transport manged to dock moments later, before the Pearl put all engines to full and made it's way towards orbit, using the weather to cover it's escape
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Post by Vice-Chancellor Darma on Oct 15, 2015 22:53:53 GMT -8
Darma and entourage landed in Theed, and discretely made the appropriate visits to local officials, public figures, and the like before retiring to a nice little place on the edge of the city, where they would stay a few days before heading out into the surrounding terrain. Darma was polite but as brief as possible, clearly more than a little drained despite his lack of official duties these last few months. When he finally reached the town house he was renting he found the nearest bed and collapsed, face down, asleep before his head hit the pillows.
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Post by Vice-Chancellor Darma on Oct 25, 2015 18:55:17 GMT -8
A few days later, finally starting to feel physically rested, though still emotionally drained, Darma began his tour of the world of Naboo. There was a series of argument regarding trip security, but Darma decided he was not taking the entire security and that was that, he'd just as soon go alone all things considered. But he didn't have the power to enforce that desire anymore, much to his frustration. Finally he agreed to take one security operative with him, a younger female operative, on the grounds it would look more natural for a worrisome daughter to be looking after an over enthusiastic father, as opposed to some obviously ex-military guardian. His chief of security grudgingly accepted that argument but knew there was more to it than that. He told his operative to keep a close eye on the old man, implying that she'd share any misfortune that befell the retired VC while he was in her care. With that the two went down the road to a speeder rental, and got a nice air speeder to start touring the world with. They left that evening taking supplies to last three days with them, which implied that they were supposed to be back in three days, and implication Darma ignored completely.
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Post by cage on Oct 27, 2015 12:27:00 GMT -8
Landing in Theed had been a standard procedure for the young mandalorian. Stepping through the crowd Cage looks around his golden visor reflecting the faces of the people as they stopped to gape or walked around the red-clad mercenary. The only weapon he openly carried was his shotgun hidden within a case he held in his right hand and of course the weapons built into his armor. Stepping through the space port Cage headed to the first place any good mercenary goes to, the cantina, to find information and booze.
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Diath Skirata
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Post by Diath Skirata on Oct 27, 2015 14:44:51 GMT -8
It was an uneventful ride to the starport, and landing had been nothing short of standard. The usual hails from Control had been answered truthfully...to a point. Diath had answered honestly that he was a bounty hunter, and that he was not currently tracking a bounty. But his actual name he kept secret. It wasn't exactly the pinnacle of intelligence to broadcast who you were in his profession. It tended to lead to...unfortunate circumstances. Once landed, he leaves the cockpit and suits up, strapping his E-5 on his back. His pistol and knives he always kept on him, ready to use at a moment's notice. LOM follows him into the hold.
=X-LOM= :: What are your thoughts, Master? ::
IC: "I thought you found me predictable, Loamy."
=X-LOM= :: I do, Master. But I find that meatsacks such as yourself prefer the illusion of mystery when it comes to their actions and plans. We both know you are going to find a cantina and...how do you put it..."get your drink on". The only true query is whether or not you will acquire some work for us before you consume more juma than your constitution can account for. ::
IC: "Loamy, you know me well."
=X-LOM= :: TOO well, Master. As usual, I shall guard the ship and prevent any meatsacks from stealing it while you are inebriated. And prevent you from attempting to take off while under the effects of said inebriation. It would be wise to have the ship here when...I mean, if we need to make a rather hasty departure. Which would not be an unheard of thing, considering our previous missions together. ::
IC: with a tone of mock injury "You wound me, my friend. When have I ever been anything but cautious?"
=X-LOM= without missing a beat the droid calls up some of their recent endeavours in his memory core :: The bounty for Teellg Garen when you crashed us into a Krayt Dragon nest, your ploy to get us past the Telosian dock authorities that ended with myself nearly being crushed by a garbage hauler, your raid on the personal estate of the Hutt gangster Vogg, our arrest for smuggling weapons through the Correllian hyperspace route that had the both of us sentenced to termination, which we escaped only by my doing, our imprisonment on Artus Prime, the... ::
IC: puts his hand over the droid's vocabulator "Thank you, Loams...that will be all, and I'll be back later."
=X-LOM= :: As you say, Master. ::
The droid busies himself with maintenance duties and assembling a supplies list to submit to any of the nearby merchants, while Diath strides off into the city, stopping only to pay a docking fee. Or rather, half of it, along with a promise to the female dock officer who insisted on collection of said fee that he'd buy her a drink or two after her shift. He fully intended to as well...she wasn't exactly bad looking, and he had been without a little companionship for some time. He admires the city as he leaves the starport. On a whole, he had very little respect for the Naboo people. The only reason their culture still existed, he believed, was through luck. Sheer luck. A race of philosophers and artisans with a scant security force had somehow lasted for some time...the thought boggled his mind. His own life had taught him that you lived by having a stronger arm, a faster mind, and a quicker draw. The Naboo seemed to only have the mind, though it hadn't even occurred to them to change despite their history of conquest. Despite that, their cities WERE beautiful, and even one such as he couldn't help but see that. He turns toward one of the first cantinas that comes into view, the place the dock officer had suggested meeting. A good a place as any to start. First a drink...then perhaps a game or two of dejarik to keep the mind sharp, and if that lovely dock officer showed up perhaps a few other activities to keep something else of his sharp. And maybe something profitable might be found in all the rest.
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Post by cage on Oct 27, 2015 22:51:31 GMT -8
Cage sat at a table in the back of the cantina alone. His shotgun was propped beneath the wall beside him under the table. His blaster was laid hidden in his lap and his sword was standing on the corner of his seat against the wall. Cage instead of ordering drinks or interrogating anyone opted to watch for a while and see if he could gather any intelligence. However nothing surprised him as much when another mandalorian, or what appeared to be one, walked into the small bar. Cage thought it strange that he would meet another mando here of all places, his last contact with other mandalorians on the planet Mandalore hadn't gone so well. Ignoring that fact Cage raised a hand and called out to the stranger.
"You there, Brother come join me a mandalorian shouldn't drink alone when there is another nearby"
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Post by Diath Skirata on Oct 29, 2015 10:42:18 GMT -8
The greeting that reaches Diath as he enters the cantina is nearly enough to make him turn around and walk right back out again. Sithspit! he mutters to himself. Another of his "kind" was precisely who he did not want to associate with. He pauses, and looks the other Mandalorian up and down. His armor was doing enough talking for both of them with its bright red and gold coloring. He had a fighter's presence; that stance that outwardly looked relaxed but was ready to leap to a fight at a moment's notice. Gaff had once called it a "calm flame", a void that every emotion could be fed into until there was nothing but focus remaining. But then, Gaff also had believed that Tuskens were really two Jawas stacked on each other's shoulders, so he really had to take much of his mentor's sayings with a grain of spice. Regardless, one thing that was missing from this other Mando'a was a clan sign. Diath wore his openly...he had found it helped in negotiations, but the lack of one on this other warrior boded well. And hell...drinking with another warrior WAS preferable to no company at all. Perhaps he'd even find work. With a nod to the other, he joins him at his table.
IC: "True enough words, friend, and I'll take you up on that. Name is Diath. Just landed." one of the servers comes up to the table with an expectant look "Gimme a hit of Chadian rum, and keep it coming."
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Post by Adi on Feb 21, 2016 16:49:09 GMT -8
The ship came down without so much as a light bump. It had been such a smooth docking procedure that MICRO hadn't moved from the arm of Adi's seat. No sooner had the ship touched down, and locked into the berth, when Raven was up, shutting the ship down, and opening the rear hatch. Adi himself unbuckled his harness, and stood up.
"I have a feeling you might feel differently after we are here for a bit, Raven. By the by, I have been going by a pseudonym when I am out in a public area over the last couple of years, just to make sure I'm not found. Please, call me Skylar when we are out in the city. It's going to be safer that way....for both of us. The Jedi might not look too kindly upon the company you keep at the moment, seeing as they have a BOLO order out on me right now."
The humid, warm air was already starting to flow into the temperature controlled interior of the ship. Adi hadn't even really started to move, and the humidity was so thick, he was already starting to sweat slightly. He went back to the storage locker, opened it, and removed his backpack. Opening that as well, he made sure he had the datapad given to him by I'vaya, along with a stash of credit chips, and his smoking utensils. Zipping it back up, he threw one strap over his right shoulder, and walked down the ramp. As he reached the bottom of the ramp, he pulled a smoke out of his pack, lit it, and turned to MICRO.
"I need you to split off from us for a little while. See if you can locate the source of that organic transmission earlier, now that we are groundside. It may even be our contact here on Naboo, never know. Keep in contact with me via text, and let me know what you find. We can meet back up a bit later after we find some accommodations.
...I'll make sure it's pet friendly. I forget, do you prefer the regular, or scoopable litter?"
A very audible 'sigh' came from the small cat droid, and he trotted off into the meandering crowd. Snickering, Adi then looked back to Raven.
"First priority is finding lodging. After that, we should probably eat. I don't know about you, but I'm about starving. We can start our search after we are set up, and have some semblance of a base of operations. Sound like a plan?"
The sweet, pungent odor of the herb rolled into the cigarette drifted into Adi's nose, bringing a tiny smile to his face. The relaxing effects of the plant set in rather rapidly, allowing his mind to clear, and bringing some focus to the Arkanian. Pulling out the datapad, Matango checked the local area near the building that they were to find their contact for hotels. There was one only two blocks from the location, and he knew it to be a fairly nice place. Showing Raven the pictures, Adi grinned.
"I know we are here on business, pretty much...but this place has a pool, a great view, and a fantastic breakfast buffet. Besides, its close to the place we are supposed to meet our contact. I can send the reservation ahead, if you want."
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Post by Raven Alora on Feb 21, 2016 18:56:33 GMT -8
As the humidity invaded the ship, Raven seemed to relax. It reminded her of Felucia and she suddenly felt terribly homesick. Before leaving the ship, she went into her cabin and grabbed an already packed backpack and a somewhat large, zipped shoulder bag. She wasn't sure how long she'd be staying, but during her trek across the galaxy, she was use to leaving her ship for a few days at a time. And though Naboo was a peaceful planet, she kept one of her sabers clipped to her belt, shrouded by her Jedi robes. Even though she had left Felucia, she never once tried to hide from the Jedi order on her journey. Some found her, some didn't. She just kept going, feeling the need to find something still out there, and never actually finding it. Only until after that need was lifted from her mind- quite strangely, did Raven Alora return to familiar space.
And then she felt Adieumus.
Leaving the ship, she took in a deep breath of the thick air and smiled up at Adi.
Alright Mr. Skylar. I wouldn't worry about the Order's opinion of me. They're rarely pleased with the company I keep. She glanced around. Ah, I missed a warm atmosphere. It's still not as oppressive as Felucia, but I suppose I'll adjust.
Grinning at his listing of priorities, she shook her head.
That's often what we say when we're out in the middle of nowhere on Felucia too, but this place seems much more- modern.
Looking at the pictures, the Jedi squinted, pondering for a moment. She was never one to go to elaborate places or dote on herself, but she refrained from saying anything to Adi on the subject. He seemed happy with the choice, and thus, so was Raven. Nodding slowly, almost meekly, she responded.
That's, a very nice place.. Sure, go ahead. I think we'll both feel better once we've had something to eat.
She added. The atmosphere did give her some comfort of home, but the new surroundings and the anticipation of the mission hanging over them, forbade the Jedi from fully relaxing. Any number of those close to Raven Alora could attest to the fact that it was almost impossible to get the Jedi master to ever let her guard down. This time was no different, despite the planet's almost peaceful aura.
I'll just stick close to you. You've been here before and I'm privy to getting lost.
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Post by Adi on Feb 21, 2016 20:25:35 GMT -8
"Getting lost isn't always a bad thing, Master Alora. Sometimes, it takes getting lost to truly find where you are going."Adi pressed the screen a few times, and the lodging was booked. Reaching over to his wrist, Adi sent a message to MICRO. Within moments, the room got an 'automatic' upgrade to the best available, with two sleeping chambers. There was even a complimentary room-served dinner tossed in for good measure. This was yet another fantastic benefit of having such a high-level AI in such an unassuming form as a cat....It paid off in times like these, when credits were running thin.
Heading outside, Adi flagged down transportation. The yellow four-hatch speeder skidded up, and came to a screeching halt. The driver's canopy came open, and out hopped a tall, red-skinned Gungan. He began babbling, ALMOST coherently...but it was just too fast, and too choppy, to be recognizable basic. About the only thing that -was- able to be gleaned from the Gungan's babbling was his name...Bim-Nim Sqepps. Visibly facepalming, Matango showed him where they wanted to go, and he nodded emphatically."Meesa know that'sa place! Eetsa good! Meesa get yousa theres a-lickety-splits!"He wasn't quite sure that he wanted to know how fast 'lickety-splits' was...especially with Raven along. Adieumus told Bim-Nim to 'Just take his time, and get them there in one piece'. Again, the strange being nodded his head happily."Okey day!" Opening the large passenger hatch, he gestured for his passengers to climb in. Hesitating only a moment more, Adi finally went against his better judgment, and relented. Helping Raven into the speeder, he climbed in behind her."Might wanna hang on. I don't know if this guy even has a license....he kinda scares even -me-." Bim-Nim did not disappoint.
After a harrowing 12 minutes and sixteen seconds of absolute terror as the Gungan dodged, bobbed, weaved, and tore his way through traffic to get to a destination that should have taken more than thirty minutes, they arrived at the hotel. Peeling his fingers out of the rear seat arms, Adi shakily got out, after the Gungan opened the hatch....
...He was never so glad to get out of a speeder as he was at that point.
After paying Bim, they went inside the hotel. At the desk, there was an issue...the two-suite room was already occupied. In fact, there was only one room available...the "Otoh Gunga Honeymoon Suite".
Meh, it wasn't all bad...it came with comped meals and drinks at least. It wasn't like Adi slept much anymore anyway. Raven could have the bed. An attendant showed them to the room, leaving them to their own devices."My apologies, Raven...believe me you, this was not intentional. Remind me to fire my travel agent. Order whatever you like from the room service menu...its apparently on the house. Im going to grab a quick shower, and change into something cooler."Quick wasn't even the word for it. It took him less than ten minutes to shower and change into a pair of cargo shorts, and a light tshirt before he was ordering food, (A simple nerfburger, and a veggie mix as a side), looking out over the view, which was superb. Dusk was just setting in, the sun lazily drifting below the horizon. The architecture was a strange mix of ancient and modern, with touches of elegance everywhere. Sparkling in the red glow of the sunset, the Royal Palace gleamed like a gem.
All in all, this wasn't so bad.
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Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Feb 22, 2016 23:06:53 GMT -8
Docking Bay 2568F
=Ex-Senator Naberrie= While the last pieces of the Republic crumbled away under the brazen decisions of the newly-elected Chancellor, and helped along by her less-than-intelligent (and thoroughly duped) Gungan stand-in, Naboo's Senator had been making her way hastily home to Naboo. After the assassination of the previous Vice Chancellor, the political situation called for her to lend a hand to the investigation and a familiar face to the damage control effort. Darma hailed from the Core Worlds, but he had been nominated by Naboo, and in a way, Alyse felt responsible. She knew that was foolishness, but at the same time, it had fueled her tearful plea to Senator Koronov that he not run for the Chancellorship. Someone was systematically removing power threats. But even now, she was being played. By leaving Coruscant at such a time, she had left a weak link to represent Naboo in the Senate. And the shadows had taken advantage.
But all of that darkness would wait until she got to the Palace, and got a full debriefing from the Queen's advisers. For the moment, Alyse was attempting to relax, and enjoy the descent into Theed City. Exiting her J-type diplomatic barge, she breathed deeply of the hot, humid air that she had missed so badly. Coruscant was endlessly stuffy, and it would never be home. "Ahhh." She sighed as she reached the bottom of the boarding ramp, her eyes idly watching her staff and the palace guard unpack her baggage.
But them something else caught her attention, across the Spaceport. Another J-Type, much like her own, was just landing, about eight pads away. Slipping away cautiously, her white dress flowing in the breeze, the young woman approached the Diadem, curious as to who else would own such a ship. They were a rare make, and she knew it wasn't one of Adrianna's. The answer was a surprise. As a politician long trained in remembering names and faces, Alyse could not mistake the identities of the two prominent Jedi who were walking away from the ship, conversing and stidying pictures of something on a datapad. "What are two Jedi Masters doing here on Naboo? Especially Matango and Alora?" She whispered to herself as she turned away. She already had one reason to contact Master Raganella. Now she had two.
There was a shout from the vicinity of Alyse's own ship.
"I'm right here, Captain." She replied, hurrying back to her travel party, and following them to the waiting speeder that would take them to the Royal Palace.
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Loki
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Post by Loki on Feb 29, 2016 18:49:04 GMT -8
The Wayward son, drifted down and into its dock, Raxxie checking and rechecking all the cooldown procedures. She pushed her black hair back, and stared out at the semi bustling spaceport. She had to find Skylar, her best friend and boss had died for him, and he runs off gallivanting across the star systems, well no more, she thought hitting the engine shutdown a bit too forcefully. Sighing she turns and walks into the holds of the ship.
“Alright, we are meeting a man named Vash, I think..or someone he knows, not sure which…So I guess we just sit tight”
She swallowed hard, so close to her fathers name, she sighs and leans against a crate lost in thought. I hope Skylar is here..for all our sakes, that Jedi and Zabrak scare me, and I’m not sure why, something so familiar about the Zabrak…Why? Thought Raxxie to her self still staring down at the floor of the ship.
Loki sighed and once more picked up his things, this was perhaps his riskiest venture yet, he was a Sith and in the past Adi had been known to be less than kind to Sith, or anyone who had once threatened innocents, hopefully Adi would listen to reason and not just react. Loki stood and ducking his head went through the doors to join the others, he stood silently waiting, watching Raxxie from the other side of the hold… Dashes get if he would ever guess…
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Post by Loki on Mar 9, 2016 13:58:18 GMT -8
Loki felt a nudge in the force, looking at his shipmates, obviously they were preoccupied, waiting for the mysterious man to contact them. Walking towards the ramp he murmurs that he’ll be back and leaves the ship, walking briskly he left the spaceport and into the city of theed.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Mar 16, 2016 14:51:36 GMT -8
NCO simmered in his beskar, seeing the wealth and prosperity of a world that he both loved and hated. He paced in the passage just outside the lounge, the lounge being to small, and the hold to full of cargo to make suitable paceways. He skimmed local news on his HUD, looking for old names that he only half recalled in the haze of years gone by. Nothing popped out at him, and nothing seemed draw his eye in particular. Yet it seemed to him that things were no better than before he'd left, things had progressed more or less as he'd anticipated, though not to the degree he'd expected it to. Perhaps they'd been right, perhaps he should have taken the time to work out the peaceable solution. And miss all of this? miss the chance to join Aliit or'dinii? No, the road hadn't been easy, but NCO wouldn't change anything now. He finally stopped pacing and took a seat in the lounge, and asked when to expect their guest.
Any idea when our contact arrives?
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Post by Adi on Apr 8, 2016 16:33:17 GMT -8
After answering Raven's question about the chandelier with a chuckle, and a very sheepish 'no', Adi had been pretty quiet for the rest of the ride to the spaceport. He had -so- much to say to E`yame about why he had been gone, what had kept him away for so long...
...But the words just wouldn't come.
He looked at the blue-wrapped hilt of the Jedi katana he had taken from his daughter when she had engaged him earlier on. He had taken a towel, and wrapped the blade with it, in order to keep it from causing accidental damage. A very small bit of the shimmering silver blade peeked out above the hilt, and Matango grinned. At least his daughter had picked up his taste in fine weapons. If she would allow it, Adi would teach her how to properly wield them in due time.
If she ever forgave him for leaving in the -first- place. That would be the first obstacle to try to overcome.
The ride to the spaceport was thankfully short, and the Arkanian exited the vehicle. Grabbing his bags, he started heading for the berth where Raven had docked her ship. They could rendezvous in orbit with the Wayward Son, once someone told Adi where the kriff they were headed. Besides, Adi -did- owe the Zabrak woman and the Wayward Son a debt...and it would be paid. He wasn't going to disappear anymore...the time of running was long over.
As he waited for the others to depart the shuttle, and for Loki to arrive as well, he again disassembled the chrome hilt with great care, each piece going to various points in his clothing, each moving to its location as if on its own accord. It had become habit to hide his lightweapons in this manner, to keep himself always within reach of his greatest tool, yet keep it hidden from even the most careful of observers.
Plopping on a bench, Adi lit one of his hand-rolled cigarettes. Inhaling deeply, he relaxed a little bit. Sighing, he bowed his head as he took another long pull. Smoke rolled into his mouth, and up his nose. This trip had proven more interesting than originally thought...albeit a far different outcome than it had started out with. Sure, the man Raven and Adi were sent to find had not materialized, but others had.
Even when he tried to AVOID pulling people together, it somehow just sort of...happened...around him. For some odd reason, Adieumus seemed to find the broken and wayward souls. Usually, it was he who tried to fix them, but now? It was the others around him helping him fix HIMSELF....
...Maybe someday he could sleep without the nightmares....
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Post by Raven Alora on Apr 8, 2016 18:22:57 GMT -8
Alora had chuckled lightly at Adi's response to her question, but otherwise remained quiet, with her pack under her feet, and the oversized, demon possessed shoulder bag on her lap. Occasionally she's pat it, peeking inside to see if something inside was alright. During the ride, she felt the emotions between father and daughter ark back and forth between them, vibrantly, like electricity. She frowned. Family stress was never easy to get over, and at least, in her experience, often resulted in someone getting stabbed.
After the speeder came to a stop, Raven slung her pack on her back, and put the bag over her shoulder, gently. She observed the others for a moment, taking special note of E'yame. She hadn't gotten a chance to meet the former Jedi's daughter. She hadn't been on Honoger when Raven was there. But Adieumus caught her eye, sitting alone on a nearby bench, thoughts rolling off him like an ocean on a gray cloudy day. Slowly, The Jedi master walked over to him, and simply placed a small, gentle hand on the Arkanian's shoulder. She didn't say anything. She didn't even look at him, but kept her small brown eyes on the others. But she wanted Adi to know she was there. That had always been important to her, and she felt it would be important to others.
A silent friend- was some times better than no friend at all.
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E`yame Matango
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Post by E`yame Matango on Apr 9, 2016 18:59:06 GMT -8
Putting Zee on her shoulder, she stood up and walked over by her father and the short woman. She had no clue who she was but at the moment, she didn't care. She scoffed under her breath "Figures he would have a woman he can cling to, he left everyone else on Honoghr" she said quietly to Zee. Zee looked her father up and down. "That is your father, Adieumus Matango?" he asked with skepticism in his voice. "Looks like a pansy to me" he said making E`yame burst out laughing loudly that she had to clap her hand on her mouth to smother the sound. The more she was around Zee, the more she liked him. "I could beat him up for ya" he said and took out his little light saber and activated it and started making whooshing noises. She knew he was just trying to cheer her up and to get her to laugh. She hated that it was working. "No, I will get my chance.....soon" she stated like a fact and started taking data of everyone in her mind.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 9, 2016 20:04:07 GMT -8
NCO pulled up next to the Wayward Son, and waited for the two passengers to disembark. He'd have to return the speeder to the rental company's spaceport lot, before he could join them aboard the ship. He noticed Adi sitting on a bench and smoking, yet again. The shabla jetii, always using his crutch. No wonder his wife divorced him, and his kid's so messed up. It was a wonder there were any of the bright Jetii still around. They were so easily culled, though in galaxy as big and varied as this, it would be impossible to get all of them. At least no without killing off everything in the galaxy. Kriff, even that probably wouldn't do it. NCO shook his head, and gave an explanation of his next actions to Loki.
Dropping the speeder off, try to leave me a forwarding address if you have to leave in a hurry.
NCO started the speeder again, noting that Adi had a groupie and his daughter with him now, how fitting. Still the speeder wouldn't return itself, so NCO started off. He returned the speeder and paid the fee, with some change. He jogged back towards the ship, and then headed up the boarding ramp to help with launch prep, the sooner they left this accursed place the better.
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Post by Loki on Apr 10, 2016 10:54:01 GMT -8
Loki disembarked the speeder and nodded a farewell to NCO, and looked around spotting, Adi, his insolent child and the strange small Jedi woman, that woman unnerved him, in ways he could never express, he disliked her presence and wondered why she was with them. Shaking his head he looks towards The Wayward Son, seeing the ramp coming down and seeing a slightly pissed off Zabrak female marching down the ramp. ’You nerf herding idiots! You almost got picked up by security, if it wasn’t for the freak in the dress you’d be in as much trouble as Dantooine!” She said choking the last word out, before storming back onto the ship not waiting for another word from any of them. Loki looked towards the trio by the bench..”Dantooine, that place has a way of bringing the worst out in people.” He said simply and started heading towards the ship, that anger from her was unexpected, and it was directed at them all, Loki could feel that much, he sighed heavily and entered the ship heading for his berth and also ignoring everyone else, he needed to change, and get out of this ill fitting space suit.
Once in his room Loki laid out his tunic and trousers, the inky blackness sucked him in, a familiar sight to his eyes, he reached up to his neck and began undressing dropping the top half of the suit on the floor, revealing a muscled crimson colored torso crisscrossed with inky black swirls and stripes and stabs, as well as arrays of pinkish scar tissue, claw marks and even a bite from fangs on his shoulders, he looked down at the hole shaped scar in the middle of his chest and sighed the wound was old but still fresher than the other scars on his body. He slipped the pants off revealing the tattoos stretching down his legs and to his feet, he slipped into the trousers and tunic, tightening the belts and fasteners feeling free of the spacer suit at last, he lays out a cloak and clips his lightsabers, to his belt then slips the cloak over his shoulder, raising his hood, his face becomes half obscured, he nods to him self and leaves his berth, only to hear a loud scream. “Skylar!!!! SITH!” Raxxie roared. “I knew it, you’re a Sith in disguise, if you hadn’t been with that Jedi I would have never left you on board.’ She hissed her blaster was in her hand, but her hand was shaking…her memories were a shattered mess but she knew that a Sith Lord had killed all that she loved, she knew they were sick twisted monsters..what she didn’t know is that the giant Zabrak before her was in fact the same Sith who had killed her father. “Skylarr!!!!” She yelled again, her chest heaving as she backed towards the ramp. Loki made no effort to move, or speak, he merely viewed her from beneath his shadowed hood, perhaps it was a bad idea to change before Adi had a chance to explain to the rest of the crew that Loki was a Sith lord, and that he was switching to well maybe not the good side, but perhaps the right side.
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