Plu Or'dinii
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Jun 4, 2013 20:58:46 GMT -8
Full description coming soon.
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Non-Com Or'dinii
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jul 1, 2013 12:36:48 GMT -8
A dull ash gray colored YZ-900, descends gently onto it landing gear, as the boarding ram was lowered. Out walked a Gung, mando'ade wearing his full beskar'gam, painted a dull forest green, with light blue Or'dinii markings emblazoned on his pauldrons and over his visor. NCO, walked off his ship and out into the space port, making his way through customs with little trouble, he decided to just enjoy the city for a day, before moving on to the wilder portions of the planet. Two men wearing specialized stormtrooper armor follow NCO at a respectful distance, disembarking his ship five minutes after him and staying within five hundred, 500, meters of the Gung, both of them keeping an eye out for trouble, especially trouble aimed at NCO.
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Nikolai Bazarov
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 16, 2013 12:47:21 GMT -8
A number of Grek-class shuttles set down at the spaceport, on the lead shuttle Nikolai receives an encoded subspace signal informing him that "the package was delivered but was unopened" he curses under his breath at the news. The details come in of how the blast was contained, next time he would have to use a radio detonator and a spotter to make sure it goes off. Oh well, at least he got the Republic's attention. The shuttle ramp lowers. As Nick and his people disembark they are met by a member of the local port authority.............
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Duke Australis
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Post by Duke Australis on May 18, 2017 20:30:04 GMT -8
Kad of Delight set down on creaking landinggear. Soon a ramp was lowered and first off was this huge Mandalorian in black armour with purple stripes. Apart from a pistol he was unarmed, and un-helmeted. Pilot-sunglasses and a large cigar, huge grin. This large mandalorian walked confidently down the ramp and stopped just beside the Dockworker waiting for them.
The next was the Captain, Dobs. He was marine blue, a bit smaller then the mando before him. His Buyˇce slung under his shoulder and a rifle hanging from his back. He walked down to the dockworker and was the first to actually acnolige the man. The big one only stood there, looked glorious and mighty but wasnt very social, it seemed. The third was the smallest in her Beskargam, but with the longest rifle. Her colours were that of the forest. Cammo. She had her long black hair in a ponytail swinging freely behind her as she stopped somewhat behind the two before her, and the dockworker. Lastly, Hawat the scrawny teen stood at the top of the ramp, unsure of herself. She wore orange overalls and a blue shirt under. Lacked all kinds of hair (had lice) and seemed undernourished.
-Dobs to Dock worker- "Dobs Australis, Captain. Crew is Four, no passangers. I would like to declair a small stockpile of weapons and ordinance, all packed away according to regulation. You need any more information reguarding the ship, you can talk to me. Everything else, this big guy over here."
"Thats me, that! Duke Australis! This here lady is Sherer Kree-Australis, and the wee pup is known as Hawat. She is staying on ship for the time being. She washed my white undies with Sherers red unmentionables, and it all came out pink, so she is scrubbing hold today. And you are?"
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 18, 2017 21:20:04 GMT -8
==Recruitment SL== <<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Middle Beach>>
As soon as the ship settled down & killed its engines, the drone fighter peeled off to return to its station in orbit. Given that this was Lehon, the dock worker was obviously a Rakata. His job in this case was to simply serve as a visual object for any potential hostiles to focus on. A job that he was very well paid for. When it was obvious that this particular group wasn't going to try to attack him. He held out a datapad for the big man to sign.
-Dock worker Landing confirmation. Sign here. As long as it all stays on the ship, we assume you know what you are doing with it. What is your reason for visiting Lehon?
The majority of the drone defenses, mostly concealed in storage areas, began to stand down. The retracted turrets remained on standby however, as that was standard protocol whenever anyone was on the landing pad.
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Duke Australis
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Post by Duke Australis on May 23, 2017 8:24:54 GMT -8
Duke took the datapad and gave it on to Dobs. This was ship business, this was his business. Answering on the other hand was Dukes.
"Freelancing life has been kind to us. It is said to get out while you are on the winners side and that is what we are doing. We are looking for an organisation to call our own. Whom can we talk to about Human Resources matters?"
Dobs signed and gave back the datapad. Not a good start, he thought. First step, and they are met with bureaucracy.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 23, 2017 9:10:21 GMT -8
==Recruitment SL== <<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Middle Beach>>
The dock worker took a moment to check over the datapad files. Everything had registered with the system.
-Dockworker Welcome to Lehon & the Infinite Imperium. You are in the system now, so any time you land at one of our docking facilities anywhere in the galaxy, all the clearances & such will be handled automatically by your IFF carrier signal. As for joining up, the set up is fairly simple as you are vode. The main recruitment center is in the city center. I can give you a chip with the directions if you need. You take a short test to prove you know your stuff. After that you get a list of your options.
He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. He wasn't usually the one to give the rundown on recruitment. Usually he was the one that got shot at. But that is what personal shields were for.
-Dockworker Once you sign up under one panel or another, or several if you feel like it, you will start getting work requests. You can do as many or as few as you want, but you are paid per job completion. As for where you will end up, most of the work is distributed. So you can work out of your ship from anywhere with a connection to the II Holonet. Other jobs are local & will only show up on your lists if you happen to be in the system or sector where the help is needed.
He probably should have left that all to the people at the recruitment office, but he liked to talk.
-Dockworker Uhhmm herm. Did I miss anything I wonder? Did you get all that?
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Duke Australis
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Post by Duke Australis on May 23, 2017 9:57:11 GMT -8
Duke, after taking in the air of this new system, taking a good look around, getting a feeling for the place, finally turned to the dock worker. He lowered his glasses just enough to show his baby blues and raised an eyebrow.
"Shit dude! You get extra pay for guided tours and getting shot at, or that is on an occasion to occasion basis?"
He smiled at his own joke, rolling the cigar in his mouth once to the left, and then back to the right.
"Well take the chip. Thank you for your hard work... eh..."
He looked at the mans name-plate, and produced a small denomination credit chip. Tip.
"Dub-Dub. Mr Dub-Dub. If you could call for a cab, or a pay-fair, or.... a droid rickshaw we would be in your debt."
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 23, 2017 11:13:33 GMT -8
==Recruitment SL== <<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Middle Beach>>
The worker shrugs.
-Dub Hazard pay doubles my paycheck. As for the tours, I'm just friendly.
After passing over the directions, he contacted a local cab to take the group over to the recruitment center. After watching to group leave, he headed back to the rec area. The ships coming in that needed handling made up a large part of his pay, but he was still getting paid to be on hand if needed as well.
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Ram Kelita
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Post by Ram Kelita on Oct 2, 2017 7:25:35 GMT -8
The 'Tusk' approaches. Directed to the landing site by orbital control, there is no immediate landing, as the ship's pilot scans the surroundings, mostly visually. The pilot trusts his instincts, and if there were any sign of trouble, or a welcome party, he would know of it. But the hair at the nape of his neck do not prickle. His breathing remains calm and even. His brow does not furrow. And so, after hovering perhaps fifty seconds, the landing struts of the Tusk descend, and her pilot sets the sleek freighter on the deck, a perfect three-point landing. Powering down, the pilot moves aft, descending into open air, the hatch closing behind him...
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Non-Com Or'dinii
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 2, 2017 9:09:16 GMT -8
A motley group of three approaches the pilot, all humanoid, all in beskar'gam, though they seem to be wearing just the bodysuit over their hands and forearms. The left most, as Ram is looking at them, is tall and seems to be of a sturdy build, his armor is a chaotic patter of vibrant and muted greens. In the middle a woman of average height and moving with practiced grace, wore her armor black, with a sullen red visor, and trim. On the right, the shortest of the trio was almost jogging to keep up with it's compatriots. It was also sporting a lightly armored tail, it's beskar'gam was a dull glossy grey, and the buy'ce seemed distinctly more angular. They stopped about twenty meters from the ship, roughly average respectable distance from a stranger's ship. The shortest spoke up, with a high and almost comical voice, one instance of letting siblings "help" with the fine tuning of your suit gone wrong. Still it was clear and distinct, so it was easy to understand, even as it rapidly advertised the groups services as a ground crew, offering to care for the ship's needs while he saw to his own business on planet.
"Su'cuy vod, and welcome to Lehon! We are here to offer fuel, repairs, the latest nav data, and anything else your ship might need while you're operating in the Unkown Regions. We can even give her a new paint job and replace some minor systems entirely, with proper compensation and time of course. We're here to make sure you journey remains unhindered by mechanical issues. To many vod forget that their ship is another important part of their kit, and treat it poorly, and then get mad when it falls apart on them. So what services do you find yourself in need of today? Payment will be required up front, but all service is guaranteed! "
The chatter box finally fell silent since the group's approach, her compatriots were silent, but visible shaking in what could safely be assumed was laughter. The chatter box, having completely forgotten to introduce any of them in her frustration with the voice modulator, did her best to ignore her compatriots while waiting for the new comer's response. If he was familiar with Selonian physiology, he might recognize the irritation broadcast by the sharp flicking of her tail. Had Ram been part of the clan, his HUD would have ID'd them all be first name, rank or trade as applicable, and clan affiliation. But he'd be without such information since he was still, for now, just another Mando'ade.
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Ram Kelita
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Post by Ram Kelita on Oct 2, 2017 10:43:19 GMT -8
Good day to you all. Regretfully, I cannot pay for your services, and so I must decline your fine offer.
The pilot begins to walk toward them, which also served as the most expedient route off the landing pad. The fact is, he doesn't know exactly where he's going, nor what to do about finding what he seeks. There is simply no easy way to ask for help, without figuratively lowering his pants. He briefly considers asking these three for assistance, but after refusing them their offer, doesn't know how well it would go.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 2, 2017 12:00:33 GMT -8
The two larger companions are now very visibly laughing, the poor kid had to deal with the hilarious voice modulation and for all the laughs it got, it hadn't made any sales today. For them though, it just never seemed to get old. It helped that the kid had a series of sales pitches so every pitch was a new show, just building the hilarity. The smallest marched up to Ram and planted herself squarely in front of him. One hand was firmly planted on her hip the other extended angrily towards his faceplate.
"Don't think you can get off that easy mister! I've had to put up with this damn vocalizer all day, while my subordinates laugh their shebs of at me. I'm not about to take no for answer! You don't have the funds, fine, sign here, and don't try anything stupid until you can pay in full, got it! It just so happens their's a certain mir'sheb that I need to bill for dodging town before he paid his bill. Since you have a ship you can help with that, but first I need to be sure it can handle the job. So we'll service it, and the ship will serve as collateral until you can pay up, by finishing the job. Oh, and be kind enough to open your ship so the walking carpet doesn't have to force it open would you?"
The little fireball's two "subordinates" seem to have more or less gathered themselves, though the can still be seen shaking with laughter periodically. Normally they would protest her assumption of dominance by being the face of the group, but the show was just to good to ruin, even if they had the breath to spare for making objections. As Ram get a datapad and stylus shoved in his face, the two are standing upright again, and watching to see how the stranger is going to react to the spunky kid's blatant extortion attempt. As the littlest one finished her rant, she whirled on her own compatriots and started yelling at them to get to work and no screw ups this time... except that the modulation just made the angry screaming inside the suit turn into a sickly sweet, though still vulgar, request to begin work immediately. The voice was to cute to take seriously, and it sounded more excited than angry. Finally the young selonian pulled the buy'ce from her head, so that her still somewhat high, but now very shrill with anger and frustration, voice could be heard clear across the space port. Not that her companions were in any way cowed by the little furball's fury, but it did at least stop the source of both their amusement and her frustration.
She really wasn't taking no for an answer, and if he refused to sign, she'd just say he had signed but then the data file was corrupted. The ship would be refueled and the nav charts for the local area would be updated, as well as the sensor system's database for signature recognition. There were a lot of strange vessels in space, and some of them gave off really odd signatures. There was one culture that used a kind of ceramic hull that was particularly odd. Apparently ion storms were very common on their home world and conventional ships tended to crash and burn more than land properly. After a hyper space jump, they were easy to read thermal signatures, but if the vessel stayed in system for any length of time it could get somewhat difficult to pick out especially at near max effective ranges for most sensor systems. Truly an odd culture but still, they had excellent craftsmen if you could afford their rather premium priced services. But that's another story for another time, back to servicing the Tusk. It would be serviced and the group would get salvage rights to his ship if it crashed or was otherwise declared abandoned or wrecked within II space. As long as he didn't wreck his ship, he was getting a free service. great deal right? Right?
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Ram Kelita
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Post by Ram Kelita on Oct 2, 2017 18:31:46 GMT -8
Ram stopped short as the dimensionally challenged sentient blocked his way. He made no immediate move, but his coiled tension should have worried her friends. He said nothing right away, but his calm and silence should have alerted anyone watching. Ram was watching the angles, looking for any signs of backup, assessing threat levels. Relaxing his posture, he looked from the female before him, to her two friends. At last his helmet came back to a neutral posture, looking at nobody directly, but everybody, indirectly.
So, let me see if I mark you correctly. I get to sign a contract with you that allows me the opportunity to begin to work for you straight away. In return, I can potentially earn the capital to pay for your kind service, in hopes that you don't retain my vessel for you own, if you don't like the way I perform your dirty work. So... indentured servitude. Is that about right?
He looked at the woman before him, canting his head at just such an angle to suggest a question.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 2, 2017 19:02:13 GMT -8
The two larger being begin moving toward their little garage where their tools and the fuel tanker was conveniently kept, as the selonian girl responds. They noticed the man's posture through thier laughter, though it took a moment to respond. They understood being a stranger in a strange place with few corners to count as safe. They weren't here to corner him, just service his ship. Apparently his willingness in the matter was being traded for a substantial discount in service fees. Best to leave the Sales rep to hash out the finer points while they got their tools from storage.
"What are you babbling about? No you're not my servant! You deliver an encrypted file for me and waive service fees for this port visit, how difficult is that to understand? And you two better start hauling shebs or he'll have to leave before you're half done you lazy sods! Are you signing or not I don't have all day, and it's not like you have anything else to do or you'd have blown me off already, so just sign the damn thing!"
The selonian was turned so that her profile was to both her retreating compatriots and the stranger, as she turned her head back and forth yelling at each in turn, still very upset. She kept her fists on her hips for the fussing, her buy'ce tucked neatly under one arm, but she otherwise didn't budge from her spot. Her friends did jog into the structure, but they took their time getting things together, not that there was much to do, since everything was kept very neat and organized when not in use.
The business was a small one, but since it was one of two options for general maintenance of ships in the starport it saw enough business to pay bills. Most of the commercial traffic was already contracted to the other more widely know supplier of services, but these three prided themselves on being thorough and efficient in their expenditure of time, getting the vessels back into peak shape in the shortest possible time frame. With the II moving it's capital out to Lehon though the traffic increase was starting to be noticeable, and while most pilots were sensible enough to have their ships checked out before heading into the unknown regions, so that they generally just need a full tank, there were a few that needed considerably more. If this kept up they'd soon need more help, though it didn't look like this fellow was the sort they were looking for. Still, running an errand for a free service, was probably the best deal he was going to find. And it shouldn't be dangerous, he'd said it wouldn't be dangerous, but then he'd also fried her voice modulator... the selonian growled in frustration then shook her head as she considered what message she would send the troublesome sibling...
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Post by Ram Kelita on Oct 6, 2017 5:49:47 GMT -8
She wasn't wrong. But she wasn't right, either. Ram had had enough. But he was the outsider here. No sense in making things any more unpleasant than they were.
I've been attempting to blow you off since you three arrived. Doing a job in exchange for free service might sound like a deal where you come from, but I typically like to have something in my pocket when I finish a contract, not just your word (?) that I'll still own my ship when it's done. No deal. Tell your partners not to touch my ship, which is locked and armed, by the way -- it'd be better for their health. he steps closer, making sure his point is clear I'm leaving now, to go find a gig that will pay me in credits, not coercion. Been nice talking to you.
The outlander walks past her, toward the exit of the platform, activating his pano view inside his buy'ce, watching closely in case she tries anything. As if on cue, and to punctuate the end of the conversation, a hum of power emanates from the ship as defensive systems are brought online.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 7, 2017 11:37:41 GMT -8
The Sleonian glowered after him for a bit, she'd really been looking forward to getting back at her sibling, but now her last chance was walking away again because she'd let her anger get the better of her. Again. After a moment she slammed her buc'ye back on and stormed into the little garage. The woman of average height, stepped out a side door, and caught up to the man a little ways down the walkway into town. She bore no visible weapons, but she didn't need them either, as he probably knew. She reached out to tap his shoulder, if her following him wasn't enough to get him to turn around. She half expected to be greeted with a blaster when he did turn around, the kid had wound him up pretty tight earlier. She wasn't a bad kid, and usually was too sweat to get flustered, but her brother's practical joke had been to much for her to handle for an entire day. It didn't help that her friends were to busy laughing at her to help sell the pitch. Still, just thinking of her performances today brought a grin to Mai's face. Returning her focus to the new arrival, she left her hand extended in his direction, for him to accept if he could.
Pardon the little one, she is young and eager, but inexperienced. My name is Mai Hitomi, I see to most of the technical needs we encounter. You spoke with Nóirín Ó Coileáin, and our mechanic, the tall one, is called Oelberg. His real name is unpronounceable for most species. Why he chose a name no one could say is beyond me, but it's his name to choose. Anyway, I just wanted to apologize for the little going off on you like that, she's usually a sweet little thing, but her brother's off to join the recon force, and he didn't tell her before he left that's what he was off to. He didn't feel like putting up with her fussing, so we get to bear the brunt of it, and today you got the worst of it. Let me get you a drink at least, as compensation for letting her get out of hand.
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Post by Ram Kelita on Oct 13, 2017 5:56:24 GMT -8
Mai fully succeeded in tapping Ram on the shoulder. The move elicited no response, and the man kept walking. As Mai started talking, moving every few words to keep pace with the offworlder, he gave no outward impression that he was paying any attention. Only when the mention that Noirin's brother was joining Recon, did Ram stop.
"...didn't feel like putting up with her fussing, so we get to bear the brunt of it, and today you got the worst of it. Let me get you a drink at least, as compensation for letting her get out of hand."
Fine. Lead the way, Mai Hitomi. And in the meantime, tell me more about Noirin's brother joining the Recon force.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 13, 2017 13:30:55 GMT -8
Mai became cautious when he stopped at the mention of Nóirín's brother, and his wording did nothing to alleviate the womans suspicion, still she owed the man a drink and happily led the the man to one of her favorite little tap-cafes in the area. The place served normal simple lunch fairs, but boasted a full bar and a veritable fountain of other drinks as well. She sat outside, and ordered a drink from the terminal set into the center of the table. She removed her buy'ce, revealing her blue skin, red eyes, and short, straight, raven hair. She gestured for him to order as he saw fit, and responded to the man's inquiry.
"If you want to know of that particular man, there is little I can tell you of his path, as he left without warning. We have only a few holograms left for those closest to him to indicate where he went. If you are interested in following his footsteps into the recon force, that's a much simpler matter. The information is not hard to come by, and I'll happily point you in the right direction. "
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Post by Ram Kelita on Oct 16, 2017 15:51:28 GMT -8
The man across from Mai also removed his buy'ce, revealing a human or near-human man with slim build, narrow features, sandy blonde hair, and several days' growth of stubble, verging on an actual beard. His green eyes squinted slightly, unaccustomed to the natural light. He ordered a drink on auto-pilot, holding Mai's gaze. The man does not concern me. Not in the slightest. Recon, does. I have been apart from our culture a long time, and it is time I gave back. If you can point me in the right direction, all that business back at the landing platform is forgotten.
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