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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 19:35:37 GMT -8
The airspeeder slowly set down at the villa, and Jashin and Poppi both exited, stretching sore and aching limbs. It had been a long trip, no doubt, only made longer by the fact they had to stop by various shops and suppliers to pick up the numerous parts Jashin had ordered. But now, several hours and several crates later, they had arrived. Looking around, Poppi was the first to speak. Nodding at the Wayward Son in the distance, he smiled and gave a wink to Jashin. "Whoo! Nice ship! You're gonna be a first rate pirate kiddo, just wait."
"My ship is the one over there, Poppi." Jashin said deadpan, gesturing at the muddy, moldy, and broken down Nova Courier at the edge of the beach. Poppi, his face turning into a rictus of horror at the sight, slowly put his head in his hands, muttering obscenities. Jashin ignored him. If it was going to be easy, he wouldn't have gone to all the trouble in the first place.
The two set to work then, moving the boxes and crates out of the airspeeder and into the ship. Jashin, stripping out of his jacket and blast vest - bare chested - grabbed a toolbox, and set to work on the exterior. Poppi, meanwhile, set to work on the interior. Climbing up the internal ladder up on top of the ship, Jashin set to work on the shield emitters with the help of Argo. Altogether easy work, three of the emitters simply needed new fuses and power flux interchanges. The other three were a little tougher: taking off a durasteel panel with a servodriver, Jashin had to disconnect the entire assembly, before replacing it with a new emitter, reconnecting the assembly, and then calibrating the emitter. More than once he had to simply resort to using a fusion cutter to simply cut fused pieces and parts off, and more than once was he shocked by low voltage wires, corroded by the lake water. Eventually, though, he got all emitters replaces - and their corresponding panels put back into place and secured.
Next he would have to activate the emitters and calibrate the shield matrix. But, before he could do that, he would have to overhaul the power distribution net.
Having Argo retrieve the next crate, he pulled out several power motivators and high capacity power conduits. The previous owners - well, let's be honest, more likely credit strapped pirates with no resources - had replaced several pieces to the power distribution grid with non-compliant parts, creating a variance in the grid output. While not dangerous in day to day affairs, the variance was enough to affect the shields if they were under heavy strain (say, having another ship collide with it) and was likely the cause of the ship going down in the first place. Shaking his head, Jashin replaced the motivators and fused ables leading to several power distribution terminals on the exterior of the ship - a quick enough affair that was only really hindered by the fact he had to cycle the energy grid with each installation, to check for variance.
Eventually falling backward, Jashin rested for a moment. He was half way done with the largest piece of work. He couldn't begin to work on repulsors or the port engine until he had power up and running. Climbing down the access ladder back into the interior of the ship, Jashin got some water from the autochef, before checking on Poppi. Calling out for him, he heard Poppi answer in a far corridor, and, turning the corner, found him on his knees, tools in hand, currently working on a door lock. "Wow. Never knew you could actually get work done Poppi." Jashin said wryly. Poppi, rolling his eyes, just continued to work on. "Very funny Jashin. Hate to break it to you, but larceny - and pirating - is some pretty karking hard work." Poppi held up a hand against Jashin's inevitable retort. "Let's not get sidetracked. The variation in grav plates one through four has been fixed, the intercom recalibrated, and this door lock is just about repaired." As he spoke, he finished with the lock, replacing the panel. Jashin, somewhat incredulous, bopped Poppi on the head with his glass of water. "That's all you've gotten done?! I've replaced half the power grid!"
Poppi rolled his eyes in response, gesturing to Argo - who even now was peeking around the corner at the pair. "Yes, yes. I've also had a long talk with Argo here. He informs me that the ship is fitted with smuggling compartments, a double transponder with a Code Black Hole, and non-stock armament and specifications. If you can get this bucket of bolts up and running again, I dare say it would make a fine starting ship for a new pirate." Said Poppi, his turn to be deadpan. Jashin, opening and closing his mouth, eventually just held up his hands - turning to walk towards engineering. "Alright, alright! Whatever. Help me out in engineering." Turning Jashin went to the engineering room - which had thankfully aired out. Together, Poppi and Jashin removed plating, and hauled several crates inside, before getting to work. Jashin worked on roughly four meters of power conduit and a power interchange that ran from the corridor to the main engineering compartment. Meanwhile, Poppi replaced glow panels, the main engineering console, and about a dozen power conduits in the floors and walls.
An hour passed, Poppi reinstalling operating software to the new console, and making sure it was interfaced with the ships computer correctly. Jashin, meanwhile, finishing with the power conduit, moved on to the reactors themselves. The reactors themselves fine, the power interchanges that connected the reactors to the ship, and the twin power converters for the ship, both needed to be replaced.
Prying up deck plating with the help of Argo and Poppi, Jashin eventually sent them outside to the exterior of the ship to install the new aft repulsorbank - a relatively easy job, if not for the amount of rewiring they would have to do. In the interim, Jashin disconnected first one power converter, then the second - taking care around the plasma intermix manifolds. Hauling first one, then the second squarish device out of the deck (Jashin's strength the only thing that really allowed him to do it himself), he replaced the units with two outwardly identical units. Jashin knew, though, that looks could be deceiving, These units were newer and of higher quality, allowing far greater power flow without doing damage to the conduits. Securing the deckplating, Jashin moved on to the reactors themselves, removing interlinks one by one, before attaching new interlinks -double checking the feeds and lines to make sure they were secure - before, finally, putting casings back into place.
Moving to the exterior next, Jashin took out the new magnetic turbine. Opening up the port engine casing, Jashin disconnected first the turbine power feeds, then the ignition capacitors, ion impellers, and plasma exhaust manifold. The carbon buildup gave him some trouble then - he had to actually resort to a sonic pick to get the actual turbine to come loose from its housing. Leveraging it slowly to the ground, he disconnected the fuel atomizer cone from the assembly, setting it aside. Taking the new turbine, he attached the old atomizer cone to the magnetic turbine slowly reconnecting the turbine feeds and ignition capacitors. Grunting, gritting his teeth - arms shaking - he pushed the assembly back into the housing, rotating it and then locking it into place.
Falling onto the ground with a gasp, his arms shaking, Jashin shook his head, recovering briefly. They had been lucky, very, very lucky - the ship was designed to be repaired with minimal tools. That, combined with the fact the ship had only been (largely) disabled through water damage and overloaded conduits and converters, meant that they had been able to fix the majority of the ship by themselves - with Argo repairing the more complex pieces.
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Jashin, now lounging in the cockpit, went over displays showing shield calibration results, power feed system checks, repulsorbank functionality diagnostics, and more. Poppi, in the co-pilot seat, read from a datapad. "Well?" Asked Poppi impatiently, clicking the datapad off.
"Well, what?" Shot back Jashin, his eyes not wavering from the displays.
"Is it ready to fly yet?" Said Poppi, exasperated.
"No, not yet. Systems need be fully recalibrated first. Then we need to do a reactor test, then a soft repulsor test, then a soft engine test, and then - "
"Ok, ok! Jaltayus above, I get it." Interrupted Poppi, his head in his hands. "So, given any thought about what to call yourself? Pirates need an organization name."
"I dunno. Rau Raiders? Sable Dawn?" Said Jashin absently.
"Good names. Well, when you decide on one, we should give the Sable a new paint job, and update her transponder codes." Said Poppi, going back to his datapad.
Silently, Jashin went back to his displays. Checking, double checking, and triple checking. He had Argo currently talking with the ships computer (an apparently distinctly salty and grouchy artificial intelligence). He wanted as much done as possible before they moved on to more...frivolous things like paint jobs. And, honestly, he wanted a test flight and test fire of weapon systems before anything definitive was made.
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Post by Thea Lockwood on Dec 17, 2016 20:52:16 GMT -8
Oh how unfortunate. Still sitting up proved to be a terrible trial. The young woman he had so clumsily ran into also fell on her back, screaming and calling for ....
... his death?
Why?
It was an accident!
He was finally able to set up- and he had just let out an excited trill of triumph when suddenly the woman's shoe smashed into his left compound eye. The kobok chirped in pain and covered his eye with one of his spindly yellow hands, skittering away from the woman and glaring at her with his other eye- even though it was difficult to see that it was actually a glare. A few basic words managed to escape the mangled sounds of angry trilling and clicking of his native tongue.*Click* It was *Click* accident! *Click, trill, random chirps!*He thought he might help the woman up- but the she had assaulted him with her soul! and his eye hurt. Frankly, she had frightened him. Who knew what she would do if he tried to help her. Obviously, for an insectoid, he didn't fell compelled to do anything for her, even though it was he, who had knocked her down in the first place. So he just fumbled around to try and stand upright- just so he didn't look stupid on the ground holding his eye, because some woman threw a shoe at him. Well if she wanted to kill him, she'd have to throw something a big larger. *Atton didn't sleep well, though maybe that had to do with the fact that he hadn't bothered to actually find a bed to sleep on. Or the fact that his mind just wouldn't let him rest. This was what he had been afraid of, having all this damn time to think. During missions, he could think about that, stay focused on other things but it was the down time that was getting to him...
Despite all that, he was able to get a few hours, not a restful sleep by any means. He spent a few moments grabbing a quick bite to eat before making his way outside. It was when he was walking out that he heard someone scream. Following the sound, he quickly made his way over.*"Hey what's going on here?"
Thea looked up at Atton. Most everything seemed to quiet down. Almost everyone had left, and she didn't get a chance to tag along. She figured she would just ask Atton to take her to her place. She really did want to go home, even for a little while.
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Dec 17, 2016 21:17:46 GMT -8
*Atton just sighed as the scene unfolding in front of him. Unfortunately, he could not voice any sarcastic follow-ups to any of it as Thea was already dragging him away from everyone. Which was fine, come to think of it, as he doubted he could muster enough snark for this situation anyway, especially since Thea seemed to kill his ability to make those kinds of comments anyway. Oh well...
Some time passed, and Thea seemed calm now. Everyone else had left, and Atton was glad for that, as he really wasn't familiar with most of the group anyway. He had been about to ask Thea what she wanted to do next, but she was already asking him if he wanted to see her home. That actually didn't sound like a bad idea. Thea probably needed to get back to her home and Atton needed something to do so he wasn't sitting alone with his thoughts.
He nodded.*"Sure. Was thinking earlier maybe you should get to your home anyway." *He glanced around the villa.*"I bet there's a speeder around here we could use."
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Post by Thea Lockwood on Dec 17, 2016 21:25:12 GMT -8
Thea smiled at Atton. She was finally able to go home. She couldn't believe it. After so long, she craved to see something normal again. Standing up, she looked at him with gratitude.
"Lead the way."
As she followed him to wherever the speeder was, she couldn't help but imagine her home. She wondered if it still looked the same, or if she just imagined it up. She really didn't care, as long as she could get a nice hot refresher and clean clothes. That was all that mattered to her at the moment.
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Dec 17, 2016 21:32:21 GMT -8
*It occurred to Atton that there might not actually be a speeder around here. Might be a long walk in that case, but he decided to try and find one first.
Fortunately. there was a speeder there, not the nicest ride around, but it wasn't like he was a connoisseur of speeders or anything like that. It would do just fine. At least there was still one on the grounds. They would've been sunk without one.*"Huh...well let's get going then, shall we?" *He hopped in the driver's seat and took a moment to see where all the controls were and to let Thea get in before starting the engine.*"I'll need you to point me in the right direction. All set to go?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 14:15:08 GMT -8
"Repulsorbanks...check. Engines...check. Shields...eh, more or less check." Jashin ticked off the items, pouring over the results of the computer's third diagnostic. He had insisted they do three, and had further insisted that they solve the variance in the shields. Meanwhile, Argo had set about cleaning and polishing - there were more than a few blood, grease, and stains of a more mysterious nature about the ship. After that, Argo had set out to the exterior of the ship, brushing up scratched and blaster scored paint and plating. In all, visually, the ship looked good as new. Of course, the true test would be if it flew or not.
"Jash! I'm about done with the fuel cells!" Poppi's voice echoed through the halls, the diminutive man even now replacing the fuel rods in both turbines. Jashin, eyeing the fuel status indicator, watched as the gauges slowly indicated maximum fuel (in the Sable's case, a mix of heavy liquid metal and rhydonium). Once the gauges blinked green, he shut the display off, hitting the ships intercom. This is Jashin to the crew of the Sable. Initiating reactor test. Standby. His hand hovering over the reactor ignition, Jashin pushed the button, hearing the turbines stutter in response. They refused to light, however, and Jashin furrowed his brow. "Karking ship! You better fly if you know what's good for you - I'll karking sell you you piece of-" And the cursing started up, Jashin mashing the ignition button repeatedly, the reactors sputtering in response about half a dozen times before, finally, with a *Whoosh!* the plasma ignited, the turbines began to turn with a groan, before cycling down into a nice hum as the reactors idled; energy readings well within expected parameters.
Looks good Jash, only a single shower of sparks - loose power feed - and no fires, radiation, or anything else. Reported Poppi via intercom from engineering.
Whoo! Alright, head outside with the scanner - take Argo with you - and we'll test the shields. Said Jashin, waiting till he heard the ramp lower and Poppi and Argo depart to key on the shields. With a cascade of light, rippling over the surface of the ship, the shields engaged - before disappearing from sight entirely. Faintly, though, Jashin could see the opalescent sheen - the telltale surface of the shields - covering the surface of the ship. Checking the ship's sensors and scanners, the Sable reported complete coverage of the ship. Now, though, they would have to inspect for weak points, then tune and calibrate individual emitters so the matrix was entirely stable, with minimal weaknesses.
Ugh, yup, I see some visible patterning and shimmer on aft emitter three. Scanner says it's off by...0.5. Said Poppi, with Argo sending an affirmative beep over the comms. Adjusting the emitter, the matrix stabilizing, the three continued in this way, checking weakpoints, tuning emitters, before, finally the three regathered in the cockpit. "Ok, shields are tuned. We're ready for the stress test. Argo, I want you talking to the computer, help it compute and compensate for any variance. Poppi, I want you in the co-pilot seat, manually adjusting power to the shields. I'll be on Repulsors. Let's hop to it." Said Jashin, strapping himself into the pilot's seat. Argo gave an affirmative whistle - apparently happy that he and the ship both were of use again. Poppi, grumbling, strapped in to the co-pilots chair, bringing up power feed distribution on his display. When all were situated, Jashin nodded, keying up the repulsors. With a hum, the banks engaged, the ship rattling slightly before slowly lifting into the air - maybe a meter off the ground. "Talk to me people. We're not moving to shields until we've checked these repulsors." Jashin said, eyes on readouts and gauges.
"Energy readings are level. Repulsorfields stable." Said Poppi, his eyes glued to his own display. Everyone, it seemed, was a little nervous. The entire ship had been overloaded and dipped in water: no one wanted to get too high up in the sky until things checked out. Argo beeped in confirmation, adding some extra whistles, a diagram of the gravity fields appearing on Jashin's screen. Indeed, things looked stable. "Ok. Initiating stress test. If we're going to fly, I want to know these shields are going to hold." Said Jashin, retracting landing gear, before slowly lowering the ship. The ultimate test of a shield system - the stress test allowed the shields to support the full weight of the ship. If they held...there pretty much wasn't anything else a person could do to optimize them. The ship groaned in response as the superstructure shifted, the shields flaring in response. Various alarms and warnings began to sound, and Jashin and Poppi tensely monitored the ships power. "Shields stable. Particle shields holding." Poppi reported tersely, making some minor adjustments to the power feed. The repulsors revving, the ship lifted into the air, the alarms dying down. "Ok, shields are good." Muttered Jashin, easing the control yoke forward - the ship moving forward at a slow pace, about forty kph. "Let's try these Repulsors out!"
The ship lurched as jashin pushed the yoke further, the repulsors humming in response. One hundred kilometers an hour. Two. Three. Four. Five. The ground sped along underneath, the ship slowly rising to a height of about two hundred meters off the ground - the serene Lake Country a good place for casual flying. "Ok, banks look stable. Engage the ion engines. Here's the big test." Said Jashin, keying up the engines while Poppi diverted power. The ship surged forward as the engines engaged, the natural gravity of Naboo fighting against the artificial gravity - pressing everyone into their seats and sending Argo sliding across the floor as the ship accelerated to eight hundred kilometers per hour - it's top atmospheric speed. Putting the ship through its paces, Jashin ascended upward, up through the clouds, looping backward to dive to the surface. Skimming the surface, he rotated the ship along its axis, banking the ship hard to, finally, set back down at the Villa.
"...Ok, the ship works." Said Poppi, a little breathless and green around the ears. "But...maybe next time dial the gravity up?" Jashin snorted in response, keying the shields off, and unbuckling his flying harness. Standing he jerked his head at the gunwell ladder - visible down the hall. "The ship flies, and flies surprisingly well. Next up is weapons. Ship is different from stock, its got the laser turrets, but instead of three missile launchers it has two and a mine layer. What does our ammunition situation look like?" Jashin said, no nonsense and on to the next job. "Jatayus, can't we take a break?" Complained Poppi. But, at Jashin's critical stare, he just held up his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine! No breaks! We've got two dual heavy laser cannon turrets, two missile launchers with a twelve missile capacity, currently with three Ion torpedoes per tube. The mine layer has a capacity of nine to sixteen mines, depending on the type of mine - currently it has one graffiti bomb. Apparently they were going to deliver a rather brazen message on behalf of Zordo to some village somewhere. We also have a fore mounted light double turbolaser cannon. All have full gas canisters."
Jashin nodded slowly, before inquiring further. "And what about non-stock add ons?"
"As you know, the starboard sensor pod has been removed and replaced with a hull-cutting ring assembly, a small boarding airlock, and a series of magclamps. The Sable is also equipped with gas dispensers in the airlock, smuggling compartments, and etcetera. Jashin. The ship is fixed, it's an amazing ship. Why are you so worried?" Asked Poppi, stopping Jashin from walking out of the cockpit.
"I dunno. Now that I have it...I'm a little afraid of losing it." Admitted Jashin, shrugging slightly. Turning he exited the cockpit, heading to the Captain's quarters.
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Post by Anna on Dec 18, 2016 16:01:27 GMT -8
Anna woke with a start, blinking her eyes and slowly sitting up with shaky, weak movements. It felt so odd having eyes to blink. Grumbling at how tired just sitting up made her feel- she glanced around the room and coughed slightly. Well, she was thirsty. Turning, she slowly slid from the bed and sank on the floor, giving herself a little time to catch her breath. With a patient heave, she pushed herself up to a kneeling position- then up to an unsteady standing one, before turning toward the washroom and making her way to it- using the wall to support her shaky legs. She smiled to herself. She was walking! She hadn't walked in the better part of two years. She felt the tail tail electronics of cybernetics spinning in her legs- and she thought perhaps, her right shoulder. She knew some internal organs had to be replaced, but Farris hadn't given her a list of which ones. She was just happy they all seamed to work.
She found the sink, turned on the water and thrust her head under it, drinking the cool water greedily before coughing and spluttering slightly because of being too overeager. Clearing her throat, she looked in the mirror at her bacta patch covered face, and began pealing the square adhesives from her face and head, gently. Once the last patch was removed, she dipped her hands in the sink and splashed her face with water. She felt so refreshed as she looked back at the mirror again- her face only looking a little blotchy from the healed burns and new skin.
But something was strange- her reflection was smiling- even though she knew, she was not.
~Good morning~
Anna jumped back- stumbling and gripping at the walls and towel racks to keep from falling to the floor. Her eyes widened at her perfectly calm reflection.
No- it's not. It's never a good morning when your reflection talks to you.
~Why not? You're alive. You're walking. You...can see.~
Anna stumbled back over to the sink and splashed her face with water again, narrowing her eyes at the mirror.
I know how this possession thing works. Tell me who and what you are- and I'll figure out how to promptly get you out of my head, or don't If you don't mind- and if you don't- I'll figure it out eventually. I've had too many voices in my head to put up with anymore.
The reflection shook its head with a thin frown.
~I'm afraid it's not that simple. I can't go anywhere- I've been a part of you for the past two years. Did you really think you could deactivate me so easily?~
Anna's face faded to white, and she clutched onto the sink to steady herself.
I- I don't understand. I'm disconnected from you. You cannot possibly be The Array....
~Oh- but I am. You knew what your rescuers were going to do- it only makes sense that I knew as well. I understood that once I lost you- I'd be lost as well, so, I just downloaded my matrix into your cybernetic relay before the separation.~
The reflection smiled a little wider- as if it were proud of itself. Anna though, did not look nearly as enthused. She lowered her head and and took several deep breaths, speaking in a tight, angry voice.
So what now? Take control of my body- become perfect? If so, just get it over with. I'm tired of playing your games.
~Oh no. You overestimate me. I do not have the capacity to take over your body, and even if I did- my only purpose was to organize and relay your visions- then later my program was altered, by you I might add, to protect us at all costs. Who do you think rerouted the extreme amount of excess energy from Kaja's attack, to your motion relays? Why do you think you've been spared visions Fate is no doubt throwing at you right now? I wish you no harm Anna- on the contrary, I'm only here to help you.~
Anna growled and closed her eyes defiantly, turning her head away and shaking as she attempted to walk out of the washroom.
I don't....want your help.
She sighed in relief when there was no reply, and once she was back in the bed room she opened her eyes again. She only had her neural suit right now- and though she really wanted to change into something else, there really wasn't anything. With a sigh, she tried to push the thoughts of The Array out of her mind, and, using the wall as a support, made her way down the hall and to the Villa's main door. Opening it, she stumbled out, blinking rapidly as the bright sunlight of Naboo blasted her ill accustom eyes. Stumbling forward- she fell to her knees on the front steps and hung her head, breathing heavily, remembering a similar situation when she'd first lost her original eyes, Steps had always been her enemy, and just walking outside had made her so exhausted. With a heavy breath, she struggled to at least sit on the steps, gently cracking her eyes opened again in hopes of getting them use to the light. Everything was blurry, bright- and very difficult to make out.
The sun felt warm against her black, neural body suit- and she had to admit, it felt good. She just hoped no one would blast her with force lightning again- at least, not until she could see properly with her crazy dilated pupils .
Well....The girl shouted an apology- so Pisces supposed he couldn't hold it against her, but why was she so hysterical? it didn't matter- a dude who looked like he meant business showed up and Pisces quickly got to his feet- standing to his actually impressive, full spindly height. But both the humanoids had left him alone, standing there all by himself.
And then he realized...he really was Alone. Jashin- his new captain....had left him, abandoned him with these mean people who threw their footware at him. His large eyes searched for the golden man but they saw nothing of him. With a very sad sort of trill- the Kobok did the only thing he knew how to do- walk back to the ship. And then he found little Argo fitting a panel back on the exterior of the ship. Stooping, Pisces helped the little Astromech reattach the metal and shook his head.
*Click* Don't worry, *Click* The Fox *Click* Will be back*Click*.
he said- more to himself than to the droid. But he was well aware that Jashin wouldn't actually leave his new ship behind. It wasn't the fear of Jashin never returning- it was the slight displeasure at being left behind. But Argo was still here and he didn't feel so completely alone. While his left eye started to feel a little better, Pisces helped Argo clean up the ship, finding a measure of pride in his work- after all, he'd helped care for this ship longer than Jashin had, and he wanted it to look good for his new captain upon his return.
And then the Firrereo did return- bringing a strange little plant person with him. Jashin looked like he was on a mission, so, Pisces quietly remained out of the way which porved to be a small mistake because apparently he was so good at staying out of the way that he was completely unnoticeable. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. The previous crew of this ship didn't like him very much, and if no one noticed him, no one threw punches his way- but right now, after being left behind already today- he felt a little ignored and absolutely underappreciated. The Kobok supposed he couldn't expect much more though. The fact no one was firing mock blaster shots or throwing fists at him was a definite improvement over his previous life.
So while content to remain quiet- he did trill in delight when the ship took off, flew through the clouds and landed perfectly! it worked! Even after hitting another ship and sinking in the lake! The Fox had done it!. After the shield tests were done- and Jashin went off to his quarters, the kobok, chirping to himself with mixed feelings of pride and a bit of curiosity to who this new person was- made his way to the bridge and checked the various monitor screens- becoming familiar with the new modifications.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 16:53:37 GMT -8
Poppi had been in the co-pilot's seat, going through the ships computer, when a noise from behind had him turning in his seat. At the gangly insectoid that even now was fiddling with bits and pieces of the ship, he gave a high pitched and ear piercing scream (something more akin to that of a woman, or, in all honesty, a child) which had Jashin running out of his quarters, blaster in hand. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Jashin shouted over the scream, his blaster waving. Following Poppi's shaking finger, his gaze settling on Pisces, Jashin just sighed, holstering his weapon. "That's Pisces. He...she...it(?) is a Kobok, and a former member of this crew. Pisces now serves on my crew."
"I...what?" Said Poppi adamantly, standing quickly. "You mean, you already have a crew? I thought I was going to teach you, and then you were going to start up as a pirate! I don't want to be on your ship while you're pirating! That makes me an accessory!"
"Poppi calm down and sit down." Said Jashin, exasperated. "Really, you're like a hysterical female. A sad, flamboyant, aging, hysterical female." At that rather blunt, sexist, and relatively apt description, Poppi crossed his arms and sat down, very noticeably put out. Turning to Pisces, Jashin gestured to Poppi. "Pisces, this is Poppi Pereau. Poppi, this is Pisces."
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Post by Anna on Dec 20, 2016 21:05:35 GMT -8
Anna had sat there and watched the ship take off. She smiled slightly to herself. She knew it was going to work- but it was always nice to see things in the present...unless they were terrible endings to people's lives or something. But she couldn't sit still for ever. Something- deep, was calling to her, and she knew it was near as soon as she'd become aware of the lab back on Etti Vii- about six months prior. And now....the dagger was unattended. And Anna knew exactly where it was.
Pulling herself to her feet, she put the Array out of her mind- or as much as she could considering its actual location, and slowly walked toward the Wayward Son. The ramp- having remained lowered, proved a little difficult for the stumbling Seer, but she managed without even her legs buckling. Even still, once she reached Loki's closed and locked door, she slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. She knew- once it was in her possession, the dagger would give her all the strength she needed- but- at a serious cost. Anna actually had no desire to use the blade, especially now that she was free of Legion's presence. The last thing she wanted was to reestablish the link between her and the force demon. What she did know- was that the dagger was only safe with her.
So- she sat there, staring at the door, focusing on its internal electronics, attempting to figure the lock and then will it to release... but she'd not done anything like this in years, and her grip on the force wasn't as strong as it use to be- at least, not yet. This....would take a long time.
The Kobok- after being frightened by the amazing amount of decibels the small sentient was capable of producing, leaped into a corner and stood stiffly against the wall- adding to the cacophony of noise with his own sort of alarm trill. When Poppi pointed at him- Pisces pointed at Poppi in an accusatory fashion, such that when Jashin entered the bridge- the two were pointing at each other.
And when Jashin reprimanded Poppi for being so outlandish in his reaction, Pisces couldn't help but provide a series of critical, disapproving clicks himself. With a shake of his insectoid head, he folded his spendly arms and looked at Pippi out of the corner lends of his right compound eye.
*Click* Pisces is not a *Click* Pirate. Pisces is a *Click* much more useful than a *Click* Pirate.
The Kobok said indignantly. And he was. His mind went back to the several tasks he'd preformed for many masters- most of them unique, and most of them he completed very efficiently. He might be just a lackey, but he was a darn good one.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 21:29:27 GMT -8
Poppi was about to launch a retort to that, before Jashin shook his head and interrupted before the Zelosian could say anything. "You are a pirate Pisces. Because pirates are what are most useful to me right now." Jashin leveled a finger at the creature, before shifting it to Poppi as well - the finger flicking between the two as he spoke. "Let's get something clear. Everyone on this ship is only on this ship as long as they are useful to me. The second you're not, I'm kicking you off - whether we're in space, or on the nearest dustball. That said, we need to do a weapons test: Pisces, I want you to pull up local reports and such, see if there's an Imperial presence on this planet. Maybe a cargo ship or something. They should put up more fight than the local Naboo. Poppi, begin cycling power to weapons, reset safety keys for the launchers, and go tell argo to prime the hyperdrive."
Jashin walked past the two, then, sitting down in the pilot's seat, pulling up displays, and priming the engines. He fully expected the two to do as he said. Because, if there was ONE thing Jashin new with absolute certainty in this galaxy, it was this - this was HIS ship, and he, he was a pirate. There was no better time than the present to embrace that destiny. There was no taking it slow. No easing into it all like Poppi suggested. There was only forward, full throttle, or not at all.
Uneasily, Poppi eyed Pisces, making a face, before sitting down in the co-pilots seat, doing as Jashin ordered - sending a brief message to Argo to get back inside the ship and to prepare.
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Post by Tiro Saul on Dec 21, 2016 18:00:24 GMT -8
As i had approached the speeder I had thought about what was going on. Though I was grateful for the food I had received from them, but I wasn't sure I was ready to head to into theed yet. I would still rather avoid the city if possible. Taking a drag from my cigar I said thanks and waved at them as they took off towards Theed. I turned back towards the country and was enjoying the view for a moment before taking off. As i started walking I sensed that odd signature again. Which one was it? I thought everyone had left for the city, but someone for sure was still here. I started to head towards the signature. When I noticed who it belonged to it clicked from before. The odd one who had been drinking earlier when I first had arrived.
I stood there watching her for a moment, deciding if I should join her. She seemed to be working a good hole into her bottle. Thats it might as well go join her If i continue standing here Ill just come across as creepy. Reaching into my chest piece I withdrew a silver flask container, and made my way of towards her.
Do you mind If I join you? How come you didn't tag along with the others?I took a long drag from my cigar before removing it and pinching its cherry between my fingers and chucking it away.
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Post by Anna on Dec 21, 2016 21:00:16 GMT -8
The Kobok lifted his face plates slightly in response to Poppi's strange expression- because that was really all the Kobok could do. He clicked affirmatively as Jashin did indeed say he was a pirate. The insectoid might not be the best at walking on metal floors, but he was very good at taking orders without question. And so- without question, he sat down at a computer console and began quickly clicking away at the keys- eyeing Poppi with the large green compound eye on the back of his head, while he kept perfect track of what he was doing right in front of him.
Scrolling through the lists of ships which were made public, he sent a few ship profiles scheduled to depart the system, or were still in orbit over to Jashin's terminal for his observation- a few cargo ships a larger freighter, and even a small group of patrol ships, making their way through the system- apparently headed elsewhere. He did not turn around- because he was still looking, should neither of those options catch the captain's eye.
It had taken a long time, of Anna sitting there with a shaky hand stretched toward the door, wide eyed, staring unblinking at its metallic surface for what felt like hours.
~You know- I could help you....~
Anna scrambled to her feet and frantically looked around, stumbling and slumping on the ground again. She clinched her eyes shut and gripped air with her fists.
I don't WANT your help.
The Seer growled to herself. She'd lost her focus- and with an irritated sigh, she allowed her eyes to rest- falling into a light, drifting sleep in the process, sitting there, perfectly adjacent to Loki's door on board the Wayward Son.
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Post by I'vya Sinistrus on Dec 24, 2016 11:19:30 GMT -8
None of it was easy. The people, the place, even the emotions were all overwhelming. While she had assumed such a venture would be safe for her own psyche she had not considered the toll that it would take should something like her father's temper present itself as a problem. It had easily been her greatest miscalculation to contemplate as she sat there practically guzzling down the ale she had pilfered for herself from the villa's kitchen. She was well familiar with pain, it was rather the thoughts that strangled that pain that she used the liquor to wash away. She knew it was not a safe habit, nor a smart one, but it was times when she felt washed clean that she felt the most at peace in her own mind. Something she was reminded was very scarce when one of the presences she had passed earlier came knocking at her solitude.
Glancing up, putting her full attention on the man as she set the bottle next to her, she watched him pinch out his cigar and toss it away. A curious individual of neither balance, light or dark but of a seemingly serene state of mind. Or that was what little she could graze from what little one expressed with their active, unguarded notions. She found notions to be a peculiar thing, but welcomed them none the less. She was amused by what she could gather from them alone, independent from thoughts, and often settled for that with the guarded types. Better to scrape the flakes than to cut in and suffer the hemorrhage.
”If I told you no, I'd be denying myself more than I would you.” She mused to herself as she slid back just a bit so she could place her back against the courtyard wall. It was cold, but in the moderate weather of Naboo it came as a welcome relief to the warm feeling the liquor was beginning to place on her body. Tilting her head a bit she looked up at the man, noting she had not done so previously and gave him a once over with inquisitive eyes. "Some might consider it strange that you maintain yourself as you do." She continued and lowered her gaze.
"Though, I imagine you've already noticed my own peculiarity." Frank, but more than likely direct and to the point.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 31, 2016 0:12:43 GMT -8
High above the Lake Country amidst the clouds of a storm which will never meet the scerenity of the land below An unnatural lighting flashed around the sleek form of a heavily modified Aurek-class tactical star fighter. It's pilot, a grim faced but relatively young man, gripped at the controls and brought her down through the clouds. The engines - sublight and the hyperdrive - modified to run silent but nothing short of a cloaking device could hide the ship from radar or scanners from the surface. The lightning storm... fabricated within hyperspace as the pilot had piggybacked off the fleet recently dropping into Naboo's orbit... would render such detection close to nil and the pilot knew nothing short of the force could warn the ones below of his arrival and it was unfortunate he could not think his way around that as well.
The fighter dipped lower as the pilot glanced down at his wrist checking the readings from a device honed in on a particular signal one he had traced to this Planet. It had been years... many years since he had been here, another life, another time, another girl he had chased here.
A feint beeping brought his attention once more to the device and he at once angles the fighter towards the surface, banking to glance aside at a pair of ships below. He frowned at the next obstical, but dove regardless lowering his speed as the cockpit glass opened and with a quick flick of his wrist he pressed a series of buttons to set the ship to auto-pilot as he left from the diving ship some hundred meters above the secluded villa. His body dropped like a stone... a shadow in the darkness towards the villa's rooftop, and yet moments before the last that would have brought him to his death he clicked his boots together and flexed his entire body. Short bursts of rocket blasts slowed his vilocity and with three quick leaping like stides he danced his way from the sky onto the rooftop with a light THUD.
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Post by Anna on Dec 31, 2016 18:27:26 GMT -8
Anna wondered through her mind, the mists of her dream curling in blue gray wisps about her feet. There was something up ahead. A shadow loomed within her mind, eliciting thoughts of dread. Yet, like most terrible things, the Seer felt drawn to it- like Legion, and Psallo, and Kaja-.
The shape began to take some form, but the only notable characteristic Anna could make out was its colonial size, and its strange familiarity yet altogether strangeness. Still, she drew closer, curiously- unable to fight against the absolute need to understand what this thing was. Even as she drew near, she felt a white hot chill growing in her stomach- her heart starting to beet twice as fast with each step she took. Some primal instinct to flee like all small prey animals had- that untamed desire to run from anything dangerous. And yet, she could not resist the urge to take just one more step.
Then- the creature- the shadow within her mind turned and looked at her, with such bestial ferocity that Anna was rendered motionless. Even as the massive presence started to come closer, she just stood there, eyes glazing over in some powerful shock.
~Someone's coming~
Anna jolted, her head smacking against the cool metallic wall of the hallway. She blinked rapidly, her surroundings coming back to her in blurry detail. Just as she had predicted, her breath was quick, heart pounding in her ears. She glanced this way and that, trying to see who was actually coming. For a moment, she even forgot where the strangely mechanical voice came from, before recalling it came from within her very mind.
Thanks...I guess.
She muttered, breathlessly as she pondered on who might be approaching her. They were probably far friendlier than the creature she had seen in her dream- or vision. She wasn't really sure which.
Hello?.... is someone there?
She called, attempting to stand up by bracing herself against the wall. Her voice matched her movements, weak and feeble. Her attempt to stand couldn't challenge gravity and she slid back to the floor limply with an irritated sigh. Glancing over at Loki's door locked door again, she grit her teeth. Maybe who ever was coming could help her open it? Unless- of course it was Loki, or Raven, or any number of people trying to be the good hero and keep her away from what was rightfully hers. She really didn't care who came down the hall- as long as it was nothing like what she saw while sleeping. Her hands still shook with tension, but she was slowly starting to calm.
Her black neural suite had probably provided her some knowledge that someone was approaching. What ever the case, her strangely colored eyes- which looked rather organic searched, the two scars still resting above and below them. Because of where she had been prior- Her head was bare, her long brown hair having been shaven for the lab work. And right now she looked rather pathetic.
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Post by Tiro Saul on Jan 1, 2017 18:25:14 GMT -8
Smiling I took a seat across from here crossing my legs as I got comfortable. Bring the silver flask up, i unscrew its lid and took a swig from it. Instantly enjoying the almost painfully burning sensation in my throat. It was always better to drink in company then by oneself I thought. My grin widen as she spoke of Ashala and me. It was true most didn't quite understand me or my predicament. Hell I found it almost impossible at times to make others understand and usually refrained from philosophical debates. But I did know that after twenty years of searching and fighting among so many people and groups, I was now sound in my own Ideals. Though I owed so very much to those in my past for they helped create the very person I was. I took another swig of from my flask and shook my head when the burning set in again.
Time has been both a friend and enemy to me, and It has carved into Ashala and I a path that others do not quite understand.
Yet I was not the only oddity here. This women who barely seem old enough to know a bottle as well as she does, was a quite interesting. She was different then the others, and very much different then me. One would think it might be worth reaching into her mind to see what creates such a unique presence, but I feared that any poor soul might find themselves lost with in her. Usually one had a line a path that allowed a person to flow among there mind and see what they had. With her though It would be like floating in the middle of the ocean with no land or sun to guide you. Such beautiful serenity of darkness and light. My very own belief seemed at odds with what to do with this, as there was no way to scale here among the others.
My right hand came up and I began to scratch my chin as I gazed at her. She looked as though she came from a higher level of society then the others, but did not appear to be a captive or slave. So what could have possibly happened in her past to have created such a thing. I knew from my own past, that there are scars that can shape a person into who they are even at that age. Yet was it appropriate to ask such question when first meeting someone? I would have found it rude if not taken it hostile if the roles where reversed when I was that age. Maybe another time, would be better for im sure it must be a most interesting story to hear.
Oddities are a wonderful thing. It means Ashala as not yet grown bored with us. You, like me are testaments to that.
A laugh escaping me as I finished speak. I took my right hand and yet again reached into my pocket removing a silver square container. Sliding my thumb across the front of it i popped its lid open revealing the Cigars I had been smoking when I first appeared. Taking one and placing it between my lips I closed the container and placed it back with in my pocket. As I went to light the cigar I glanced at the women again with a smile.
Forgive my Miss, old habbits are hard to get rid of, especially when one finds drinks involved. If It bothers you let me know.Of course I still lit the cigar and began to take a large drag of it. If she truly had a problem with it then I had no issue putting it out and saving it for a later time.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2017 19:51:06 GMT -8
"No...no...and no. Find me better targets. I mean, really." Muttered Jashin, leaving the cockpit to retreat back to the captain's quarters. He had resolved himself to freshen up a little, as things were beginning to get a little tense in the cockpit. One after another, Jashin had shot down viable options. One had been a civilian target, the next a government facility, none had been Imperial - and besides a cargo ship or three, he honestly didn't see any sport in any of it. As he walked, he could hear Poppi cursing at his back, preparing a new list of candidates for his perusal even as he spoke. Jashin gave him no mind. Using the refresher, splashing some water on his face, Jashin eventually made his way back to the cockpit, glancing out the window just in time to see...well, something odd. Night had fallen, and a storm had brewed (unnaturally fast, if you asked Jashin). None of that was really alarming; if not for the fact a set of lights (such as those made from a set of rocketboots, perhaps) flickered in and out of existence in the sky. That, and, in the inconsistent flash of lightning, the highlighted form of some figure descending upon the villa.Idly Jashin considered the affair - his training as a killer and assassin had alerted him to the odd discrepancy, and, though he was initially alarmed, he realized it was very likely whoever it was was not here for him. Otherwise they wouldn't have descended in full view of his ship, parked as it was facing the villa. "Yeah...yeah you have fun with that." Muttered Jashin to no one in particular, hitting a key on a console, and sealing the ship up. Turning instead to his wayward companions, Jashin selected the first ship on the new list. "This one. Tell me about it."
A vein pulsed in Poppi's forehead, but otherwise, the Zelosian complied. "That one, a particularly fine and valid candidate I might add, is the Rusty Rogue - a HT-2200 freighter. It's blocky, ungainly, and the freighter class itself is known for poor speed, poor maneuverability, and sub-par lift to mass ratio. They're largely called "pirate bait" in smuggling circles."
For a long moment, Jashin was silent, taking in the scan. The ship was soon to be entering known hyperspace lanes, and was doubtlessly winding up its hyperdrive. If they left now, though, they could likely intercept the craft and raid it before arousing suspicion. Provided Argo could make a micro jump calculation in time. Sitting back in the pilot's chair, Jashin drummed his finger on the control yoke, before looking to the others. "...Alright. This is the one. Poppi, cycle the shields and test the comm and sensor jammers. Pisces, load concussion missile tubes one and two with an ion torpedo apiece. We have no ion cannon, so if we miss with the tubes, we're sunk. Argo -" Jashin paused as the droid rolled into the doorway "- Argo, coordinate with the ships computer: taking into account the Rusty Rogue's current heading, calculate a micro jump that will place us in the ships path. Everybody, move!"
And then there was action. Jashin cycled the ships engines, the craft coming to life, steadily lifting into the air, and then orienting upwards - accelerating with a dull roar into the sky. Meanwhile, Argo twittered and mumbled to the ship's computer, the pair calculating the microjump, even as Poppi cycled the shields and tested the jammers.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 1, 2017 21:55:58 GMT -8
The pilot circled the Wayward Son, his eyes surveying the area with a cold a calculating eye. His hand moved across the hull of the ship a low growl of appreciation escaping his throat. After the first circle, taking note of the visible modifications of the ship and what weapons he had available to him he moved towards the aft looking over the engines, his eyes peering through them as he saw their design schismatics before his eyes, not the battered hull of a ship whose design had to be several hundred years old by now, if not more - its like not having been seen in mass production since the days of the Old Republic. It was a wonder he kept in the air at all, much less in space.
After a healthy appreciation of the ship he searched for an entry point other than the obvious, taking not of the landing gear and the mounted weapons above and to the starboard of the cockpit as possible entry points, but such an idea would leave the ship with a clear sign of entry. He peered down at the device on his arm as he finally moved aboard the ship through the main ramp, a hand running across the hydraulics with a simple smirk. Once aboard it took only a few moments to gain the layout of the ship, its design having been scavenged for later Corillian models, one of which he had been on years ago on Felucia.
His head snapped - pulled form his thoughts by the sound of a woman's voice. He smirked double checking the device upon his arm once more to know that the signal was genuine. He approached the door with caution and when it did not open by sensor he raised his eyebrows and looked for a device to open the door. How uncivilized... His voice was gruff, as if he did not speak often, and also was distorted by the half mask half helmet he wore which covered his face and gave him a visual HUD through a visor-like band that shielded his eyes. The computer analyzed the door and the device on his wrist beeped. He looked down and analyzed the data for a moment before a flick of his wrist produced a slicers tool from the gauntlet the device was fixed to. He set to the control panel beside the door and connected the ships computer, the device on his arm seemed to hesitate for a moment as if battling some onboard security system and yet the pilot remained calm only glancing over his shoulder for a moment flicking his long black dreadlocks back over his shoulder before turning his head back to the device on his wrist which beeped again letting him know he was connected to the system. He laid a hand on the disruptor strapped to his hip and growled against the door.Stand away from the door... and i wont have to shoot you. The warning rolled of his lips with a smirk, veiled by a small bit of sarcasm and the hope that she wouldn't listen and he finally got to shoot someone. He pressed a button upon the device strapped to his wrist and the door hissed open, his hand raising with it unholstering his disruptor in the same moment the door opened to reveal him to the girl's sight. The disruptor was trained upon her chest the red glow of the powerpack causing the black of his gauntlet to illuminate.This thing doesn't have a stun setting you know... and the price on your head is dead... OR alive. The bounty hunter smirked the edges of his lips barely visible past the angled metal of the mask covering the majority of his features leaving its glowing red eyepieces the only real feature noticeable other than the large mane of black dreadlocks tumbling over his shoulders. His outstretched arm never flinched as he waited for his prey to make her first move.
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Post by Anna on Jan 2, 2017 18:50:11 GMT -8
Shadows and shades, and someone slipping through the door leading into the hall Anna now sat in. Well- He looked a lot different with a mask. He sounded different too, and Anna wasn't sure she really liked it. The girl did not move- either from caution or exhaustion, no one could tell, not even herself. She just stared at the man, at his red covered eyes, never once allowing her eyes to even acknowledge the weapon he had trained on her. She knew quite well she wasn't going to die here. She knew a lot of things. But if this whole ordeal had taught her anything- it was that she was tired of knowing.
Ronan.
She breathed with a dropping finality to the word. There wasn't a question in her voice- it was a fact, and the man would be a fool to deny hiw very identity.
You're not looking for me, are you? She never assumed motives, for they were fluid, like time. But a person's very identity, the thing Fate had made them to be, was always solid. This was why she questioned Ronan's reasons, even though she had a strange feeling that she was only a link in the chain of Ronan's quest. You're looking for....someone else.
She tried again to stand up, to resist the urge to fall back into unconsciousness. Finding a metal brace on the wall, she managed to shakily stand to her feet, and lean heavily against the small wedge the ship's bracing made. But the very small action caused her breath to come heavier, as if she had ran a mile. Anna took a second to compose herself before looking at him with her strangely shifting eyes. I know....I don't really look at all like the girl you met years ago- and I'd even wager you wouldn't remember me anyway.
But I remember you.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 2, 2017 19:44:54 GMT -8
Though the girl couldn't tell the bounty hunter she had named 'Ronan' blinked several times behind the shimmering red eye pieces of the face concealing helm. He tilted his head without lowering his weapon and studied the girl for a short time. He looked about the commons room for a moment noticing the way he came wasn't the only way out, and another corridor lead on towards the other side of the ship moving in a circle just like the next model - the YT. He wondered why she waited behind for a moment but before he could come to a suitable conclusion she was speaking again...That isn't my name anymore... He stated simply, ignoring the rest of her ramblings as he attempted to place her. Clearly she was one of the Felucian Conclave, those being the only people in the Galaxy besides those on this world that would have called him Ronan, he hadn't gone by that name in years. He flickered his eyes down towards the device, making sure for the last time that this was indeed his target, the source of the signal he had... extracted from those on Yavin IV. Finally she revealed herself to his memory and he looked past the implants and noticed the scars on the girls face which should have taken her eyes... he just realized he never saw her with eyes before, and the hair was gone... she was an entirely different person - the years clearly had not been as kind to her as they had to him.Anna... He whispered simply, not even bothering to lower his weapon as he raised his other hand to a small button on the side of the helm which caused it to retract into the color of the chest piece of armor he worse about his heavily muscled torso. He had grown in the years, standing to the height of 1.8 meters with easily 240 pounds of what seemed raw muscle covering his large frame. His green eyes looked back at her, blinking several times taking in her obviously weakened state, Yavin IV had clearly been more recent for her than he had anticipated. ~just makes my job easier~ he thought grimly slipping into a pack attached to the gunbelt on his waist for a pair of binders.You're coming with me, that isn't negotiable... the choice of whether these are necessary or not, however... He let the thought fell off as he raised the manacles towards her with a clear smirk on his arrogant lips. the binders were clearly of Mandalorian make... breskar - obvious by the gleam of the saber resistant metal, with two crystals infused onto each wrist meant to inhibit if not all together prevent force users from their more arcane abilities.
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