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Post by charlie on Jan 21, 2016 9:11:49 GMT -8
The press entrance was on level 550, a little under halfway up the imposing monolith that was 500 Republica. Such history here. 'Charlie' was a little in awe, truth be told. She had been to the Core once before, and while she had seen her share of beauty and wondrous architecture, nothing had prepared her for the sheer breathtaking size of the tower before her. She paid the taxi driver, and flashed her Hapan press pass to the security droid. All was in order, and she made her way through the scanners (which took an age in and of itself -- two of her cameras were confiscated as being small enough to warrant concern they were concealable.) Finally, she entered into the press area. There were beings from all over the 'verse, and the room was in disarray, as every such room across the galaxy was. It wasn't a particularly busy day -- regular reporters covering Senate business were broadcasting, and an interview with a press official from Ryloth was garnering some outside interest from the freelancers, but nothing like the swarms that came along with truly big news.
Making her way over to the Senate Press secretary, a female Zabrak, Charlie waits patiently for the three journalists and one photographer to process before it is her turn.
Name?
Charlie Lynorri. My nom de plume is 'Jade.' I'm with the Hapan Chron--
Whatever. State your business.
I'm here to interview Princess Standash Thul of Alderaan. She's the youngest Senator since Senator Amidala of Nab--
Yeah. Yeah. It typically takes three to five days to process a request. Step to the side for security scan.
'Charlie' steps to the indicated area, outlined on the floor, and stands still while the sec scanner passes over her, front and rear, side to side. Afterward, the Zabrak hands her a second, temporary press tag with different clearances.
Contact info, so that the Senator's security detail can evaluate you personally?
The info and address of the hotel is provided, as well as her personal comm channel.
I had a few questions if you don't min--
Next!
Charlie spends a few hours mingling, introducing herself to some of the local reporters and getting dirt on the goings-on, both at a level that legitimate news agencies would involve themselves, and at a more local rag level. Satisfied, and knowing there is nothing she can do to speed the process, Charlie leaves to do a little sight-seeing around the Senate before calling it a day and heading back to the hotel...
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Post by charlie on Jan 21, 2016 8:42:38 GMT -8
The next day dawned hazy and warm. 'Charlie' woke refreshed from a good nights' sleep, ready and excited to step forward into the next phase of her assignment. She bathed, and donned her travellers' robes. Retrieving her press pass, she pinned it to her tunic. Placing several other important items into her satchel (datadisc, cameras, recorder, portable terminal, cred disc, a library book) and strapping on her well-worn gunbelt, the Hapan checks out the window of her room. Sunny is right where she was left. Wiping down the surfaces of her room, leaving nothing but her bag (containing nothing of import) and an active piezo-electric sensor pad stuck to the bed-frame, 'Charlie' Lynorri steps out into the Coruscant morning. Spying the proprietor, she compliments the Gran on a comfortable, quiet room and makes some small-talk about the city and the view. Bidding the man a good day, she hails a hover-taxi. Where to, miss? 500 Republica, please. Press entrance.
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Post by charlie on Jan 19, 2016 11:57:12 GMT -8
'Sunny' fell into line, behind dozens of ships of varying sizes and displacements, in one of the hundreds of shipping lanes that led to the surface of Coruscant. Coordinates locked in, she was more than happy to engage to autopilot to prepare for her debarkation. Venturing aft to her quarters, she continued packing her things. Her duffel contained the various articles Charlie would need for her time on Coruscant, including several garments and accessories, her datapad and several file discs and a sealed bag with some other more interesting artifacts that could come in handy. Adding a small bag of necessities and cred-discs, the Hapan zips the duffel, before wiping down the surfaces of her cabin. Heading back to the cockpit, she does the same there, and for the next several minutes, does likewise throughout the living and work spaces of the ship. Though the descent to the surface of Coruscant is a sight to behold, there was work to do, and so she took care of the task at-hand, until the soft beeping of the approach beacon lured her back to the cockpit.
Gloved hands gripped the control yoke, and the pilot disengaged the autopilot, banking toward the private landing pad at Hotel Yor'beth, a small family-run inn whose claim to fame amongst newlyweds (their prime market) was an unobstructed view of 500 Republica.
Powering down the YT-1100, Charlie speaks to Braak-Tii, the Gran proprietor, and pays in advance for a room for three nights. He hands over the key-card to room 207, and the mag-pass for the landing pad, should she wish to visit other cultural and scenic sites on Coruscant during her stay. Several brochures on the Senatorial district are handed out, along with a complimentary meal at a local four-star establishment, which Charlie makes a mental note to use later that afternoon.
Bidding the owner a fine day, she heads up to her room.
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Post by charlie on Jan 18, 2016 6:28:14 GMT -8
A single light freighter, a tiny speck of light in the expanse of space outside Coruscant's grav-well, appeared and immediately angled toward the Queen of the Core. At the controls, Charlie laid in a course that would bring the small freighter down in Sector AA-85, close to 500 republica and the Senatorial district. She opened comms to the orbital control.
Coruscant approach, this is the 'Sunny,' civilian registration RV-13780. Requestion approach vector, over.
A few seconds later, an automated reply granted permission after ensuring there were no outstanding warrants or fines issued to that registration, and a course was provided, based on the hotel accommodation that had been arranged. The landing pad was private, and in close proximity to the hotel.
Charlie sent an electronic salutation and acknowledgement, and laid in the course.
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Post by charlie on Jan 18, 2016 5:36:57 GMT -8
...barely fifteen minutes later, service and fuel bills paid in full (in cash) the well-kept YT-1100 freighter lifted off from the surface of Serenno, entered a high elliptical orbit, and soon after entered hyperspace.
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Post by charlie on Jan 18, 2016 5:33:41 GMT -8
The hologram of Jade nodded slowly at Sage's words, turned to take in Adder's smug form, looking him up and down once, and with a single word -- 'Aye' -- severed transmission.
Three blocks away, Charlie lowered her hood and ran gloved fingers through her messy hair. Rising from the dirty floor of the empty warehouse office, she collected the holo-cam and slid it back into the satchel that lay close by. She fastened her gun-belt, hoisted the satchel to her shoulder and made her way silently back through the empty warehouse to the loose piece of tin siding that she had used to gain access to the derelict facility. Moving fluidly back into the evening half-light, she encountered the young street urchin, grinning in anticipation. She returned the gesture, and flipped him a cred-disc. Catching the device, he hesitated a moment before flashing her a toothy smile, and vanishing into the night. The young woman likewise turned and headed for the nearby spaceport, where 'Sunny' was waiting.
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Post by charlie on Jan 16, 2016 7:30:16 GMT -8
evidently, Gand is fully capable of activating the simple, small electronic device, reaching out and clicking a claw on the 2" round button atop the device, as if it were meant for Gand activation all along.The holo-device immediately projects a life-size, live image of a hooded figure. The effect is that this figure (obviously female, but features entirely obscured by the hooded garment she wears) appears to sit, cross-legged, at an empty chair at the table adjacent to Gand. It is a strong connection, the image unwavering and detailed. The hooded figure looks about the room, taking in all she sees, and nods almost imperceptibly at Sage.
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Post by charlie on Jan 15, 2016 20:38:06 GMT -8
The boy was young. Small for his age. Dirty hands, clothes. One of several street urchins known to most anyone around the port-lands, mostly interested in relieving a traveller's purse of a few credits, or maybe a hot meal. He approached in the same manner that he always came at the world, moving quickly, silently, entirely forgettable if seen at all. Just a tiny blight on the landscape. Omnipresent in every city on every world in the 'verse. There was always time to beg a credit from passerby, performing simple slight-of-hand or card tricks to make someone smile, mostly ignored, occasionally appeased. It is not unusual that the boy passes by the Diner Port. He does so a handful of times every day.
On this particular day, he is in luck: the bouncer is otherwise occupied, and even if he hadn't been doubled over in pain, the boy would barely have registered as he slips through the door, into the cantina. It is the first time he has entered... by the front door (sometimes the short-order cook would let him into the kitchen for table scraps... but he knows all-too well the front door is for patrons.)
The lad stays to the edge of the room, spotting what he's looking for after a few moments. As ever, he moves quickly through the sparsely populated bar, under tables and around chairs, arriving at the opposite side of the table Gand is seated at. His eye level is scarcely above the level of the table-top. A dirty hand appears, gingerly placing a holo-projector on Gand's table, and is retracted as fast as it appeared. As the boy beats a hasty retreat, he looks back at the alien and smiles a crooked-toothed smile. He slides out the front door, the fifty credits he just earned burning a hole in his pocket.
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Post by charlie on Dec 21, 2015 6:00:56 GMT -8
Checks back in...
So. Who's got a job for a wandering troublemaker?
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Post by charlie on Apr 17, 2015 10:57:00 GMT -8
Hi Liya. Let me know when we might cross paths. I'd love to write a little chase with your crew.
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Post by charlie on Apr 17, 2015 10:44:51 GMT -8
Well Corr, I was hoping for something a little less Canonized, but alright. You're on. (or whoever wants to take me.)
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Post by charlie on Apr 11, 2015 8:41:15 GMT -8
I could draw up a map of the course, so that there'd be no misunderstanding a route or the talking out of a corner or overtaking moment...
Just thinking out loud...
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Post by charlie on Apr 6, 2015 18:53:58 GMT -8
Mr. Andor from the post above directed me here to challenge someone to a speeder bike race... Any takers?
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Post by charlie on Apr 3, 2015 10:48:47 GMT -8
There's a CBA... Does anyone fee like challenging me to a Speeder bike race?
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Post by charlie on Apr 3, 2015 4:48:06 GMT -8
It's all there, in the profile. Speeder bike racing. Mechanic. Troublemaker. What ya got?
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Post by charlie on Apr 2, 2015 12:23:23 GMT -8
...to stir up some trouble?
-Charlie
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