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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2018 12:43:52 GMT -8
Nova started to stretch out within the confines of her bunk as she woke up. Her muscles protesting ever so slightly as she sought to move the sleep from them. She always hated the morning. Especially when it came to long nights spent awake doing research. It always felt like a chore just to wake up and get out of bed. But once she had, she was almost always back to full power and ready to go for the day.
Today was no different in her usual routine as she forced herself to sit up. Her head leaning forward to rest in the palms of her hands as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. Her brain slowly starting to click into gear again as she looked around the small cabin which was littered with crates of gear.
Each crate contained some of her most expensive equipment which she had not trusted to be kept within the cargo hold. Fearing it might be damaged, or otherwise spirited away by her questionable captain.
Nova pushed herself up off the bed and discarded the t-shirt and underwear she had been wearing to sleep in. She entwined her fingers then, as she stretched her arms above her head, letting out a short yawn. Maybe some day a scientist might finally invent a way for a human body to exist without the need for sleep. Or perhaps something that would make waking up less annoying.
She leaned down then, reaching into a luggage container and retrieved her outfit for the day. First was the bathing suit underwear, over the top of which she wore a fairly translucent chemise style dress and a strange sleeve top. Nova ran her hands through her blonde hair then, before letting it settle down across her back and over her shoulders.
With her clothes changed into, she stepped out of the cabin and made her way through the ship to the cockpit where Captain Krayton was seated, piloting the ship through the vastness of Hyperspace. Without waiting for permission, she slipped into one of the seats and looked over at him "Morning..."
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Post by Krayton Jantsk on Feb 17, 2018 20:54:42 GMT -8
Kay had never, ever referred to himself as 'Captain.' But the woman before him was fond of pronouns, proper and otherwise, and he'd been called Captain several times since liftoff. He winced inwardly every time she had said it. Sounded like a waiter, or a holo-vid personality. 'Captain Krayton.' ...Cap Kay... In any case, as per usual, he was flying by the seat of his pants, hadn't asked much about the mission or the cargo -- and he should have. At least, if he'd asked, he would have known to hire some more deck hands to help get the cargo crates aboard. Still -- it was good to have a job that wasn't immediately likely to get him killed. Dust diving had its rewards, but longevity wasn't usually considered one of them. Checking their course on the navacomp terminal, he swivelled in his seat to -- holy karking blarn-washers... the clothing... damn this woman was put together... 'mornin. Sleep ok?
He was proud of his home. The Scimitar might be his daily driver, and the bread and butter of his livelihood, but the YT-2000 was home. It rarely left the crappy landing bay on Shaddaa he paid a paltry sum for, but when he had bid on this gig, he knew the 'Dux' wasn't up to the challenge. She didn't have enough cargo capacity, and so he had cleaned out the cobwebs and lit the fires of 'Taj' for the first time in near five years. He was proud, because as opposed to the Dux, he kept the Taj pretty clean. It was well-provisioned, and though Kay wouldn't have recommended eating off the floors, he was reasonably sure you wouldn't get a disease if you did. Now, his quarters were another story, though he'd hastily crammed as much into drawers as he could, when he saw who his cargo was. With any luck, she'd see the inside of his little bunk before the end of this trip.
Two hours to realspace and our next jump. Can you give me any more information as to where we're headed? Be nice if I could plot our next jump, y'know... before the next jump.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2018 9:08:40 GMT -8
Nova barely hid the smirk that crossed her lips as Krayton turned to look at her. When most people thought of female scientists, they pictured nerdy women in glasses with conservative clothing. Nova preferred to challenge that idea. Feeling much more comfortable in her current choice of fashion. Whilst still being one of the leading voices within her chosen subset of Xenobiology "About as well as can be expected in such confined quarters." She shifted her gaze back out through the view port to the swirling blue of hyperspace. Nova had been playing much of this trip close to the chest. Not wanting to draw competition to the site of what she hoped would be her greatest ground breaking work. She had also wanted to avoid unnecessary entanglements with the Jedi. Since it was information in their databanks that had lead her on this trip. By now, their ability to intervene would come too late to stop her "I guess we're far enough into this journey... We're headed to the planet Froz. I trust you can navigate your way there?"
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Post by Krayton Jantsk on Feb 20, 2018 12:49:53 GMT -8
Kay flipped a series of switches, subtly altering the in-flight characteristics of the YT-2k to place them in a better position for the second jump, to Froz, it turned out.
I wouldn't go trusting anything, or anyone, quite yet, hot stuff. But yeah, I can get you to Froz. If I'd known three hours ago, we'd shave a couple hours off our flight. But I suppose you're not in the biggest hurry.
The navacomp recalculated a thousand computations in the blink of an eye, and spat out a new time, to which Kay smiled. Now reading 1.8 hours to realspace, and likely six hours total to Froz orbit. He leaned back in his seat, his battered coveralls and flight suit jacket in stark contract to Nova's sleek garb. Lacing his fingers behind his head, he didn't attempt to cover the fact that he found her appealing, as he took her in, head to toe. I've got some time... Feel like getting to know each other a little better?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2018 12:03:00 GMT -8
He was right. It was far too early to be trusting anyone. That was why she had waited so long to reveal their true destination. She had no intention of placing any true trust in Krayton. He was, after all, merely a hired man. He was only loyal to whomever was holding the most credits to pay him “What I am after has been waiting for a long time... It’s not going anywhere in so short a time...” She nodded as he gave an updated time to arrival. Still half a day till their arrival. It would give her some time to check over the gear and check in with the Galactic Alliance Troopers that had been assigned to her for security. A task that would leave with still a couple more hours to kill. Time which Krayton suggestively offered to fill.
Nova smirked as she pushed herself from her seat and straddled the Captains lap. Pressing her hips against his as she placed her hands upon his shoulders. Her head leaning forward as she gazed seductively at him. Her body heat rising as her heart beat quickened. She could only imagine just what exactly Krayton had in mind. She was probably already naked and writhing in pleasure beneath him as far as the Captain was concerned “What an offer Captain... What is a girl to do in the face of such an offer and show of... appreciation...” She moved her hand down to his lap then, gripping the mound of cloth “Untold pleasures, I’m sure...” Nova leaned in closer then. Her lips hovering over his ear, as her voice became little more than a whisper “But... I’m afraid you’re not my type...” She kissed Krayton’s cheek before dismounting his lap. Running her hands through her hair to settle it across her back once more “You have far too much in the wrong places... Let me know when we arrive to Froz...”
Nova took her leave of the cockpit then. Making her way through the ship to the cargo hold. The two squads were in between work out exercises and checking over the cargo crates. She didn’t say a word as she walked over to the crates containing the larger equipment she had brought. Checking the seals and giving the crates a look over
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Post by Krayton Jantsk on Mar 5, 2018 18:25:29 GMT -8
"...Let me know when we arrive to Froz...” Kay watched impassively as her sleek, curvaceous form left the flight deck, lacing his fingers once more behind his head. Will do, boss. Hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave! After the girl had left the cockpit, Kay sniffed at his armpit, shrugging. He didn't smell that bad. Then he gripped his own 'mound of cloth' and shrugged once more. No accounting for taste. He'd never had complaints before, but the lady was entitled to her choices. He made some more subtle course corrections before locking in the navacomp once more and sitting back for the ride... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...Next post in Froz orbit...
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Post by Jack Morgan on Apr 28, 2018 0:09:54 GMT -8
Aboard The Renegade
As The Renegade entered Hyperspace, Jack thought about what Contruum had in store for him. Maybe after dropping off the cargo him and Crowdarr would hit the nearest bar and drink away the sting of betrayal that had occured on Coruscant. Jack did know that he would need to find a replacement crewmember, maybe he would find one on Contruum. It wouldn't matter as long as he got paid from this job and could blow off some steam before finding the next one. Reaching into his duster, Jack pulled out one of his sweet williams cigars and lit it.
"Hey Crow, you should go get some rest. I'll handle things up here."
Crowdarr turned to Jack and nodded. He got out of his seat and made his way to his bunk. Now that Crowdarr was getting some rest, Jack could relax and stare out at the hypnotic blue swirls of hyperspace without being interrupted. Jack knew that Crowdarr wanted to talk about what happened and he was just not ready to talk about it yet. Crowdarr of course would never ask Jack until he knew he was ready.
The Renegade continued to travel through Hyperspace and soon it would exit and she and her crew would be at Contruum.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 11, 2018 20:33:04 GMT -8
Ripping along the woman glanced at her navigational grid. Core Worlds? maybe.... She thought. The tension was only getting thicker in Hyperspace. A freezing cold shower and a handful of valium would be nice. She pondered the thought letting off slightly on the accelerator. Another bizarre random thought popped up in her head "The Poll Master sounds like a stripper....." Edging towards the planet she hesitated. After an agonizing wait made swung the ship towards Coruscant orbit following the lane
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 15, 2018 20:06:19 GMT -8
Morrígu maintained focus on the present path in front of her leaving the unknown road yet to be traveled that was sitting beside her fall from her conscious thought, albeit tortured the subconscious realm of her weary mind
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 15, 2018 21:46:54 GMT -8
Morrígu relaxed and allowed herself to be taken into the embrace of the cold empty void that was hyperspace. The What, if anything was more alluring to the most basic of human instincts she did not know, nor did she care. The Raven hunched on her shoulder eyes ever observant. Boland toyed with the outlandish array of guns, ammunition and other accessories the woman had amassed on the ship. She’s a serial killer he thought. Figures. With a shrug, the notion was quickly dismissed, if not completely discarded. He went back to amusing himself with the weighty stockpile of hardware
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 22:25:39 GMT -8
A Wayfarer zipped along through hyperspace. It slowed as it approached Coruscant
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Jun 16, 2018 0:15:50 GMT -8
Ripping into hyperspace a Wayfarer cruised along a suicidal speed
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 1:54:44 GMT -8
A Wayfarer skipping down the hyperspace lane cut a sharp leftie
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 8:29:41 GMT -8
The girls were silent. Ciarán spoke
Ciarán
“You girls…. Grease the SOB if need be.
Face growing Dark he held his Comm. in the air
Ciarán
“One call….”
Laoch cut in
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“I say we just grease the clown.”
None answered
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 8:30:15 GMT -8
They entered orbit and made the jump into the abyss
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Post by zabrak Twin Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 20:53:01 GMT -8
Hitting hyperspace the ship ripped along the girls said nothing, sitting silently thinking. A lot had been accomplished and a mistake had been averted. Win-win
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Post by Di Fastski on Jun 17, 2018 22:20:36 GMT -8
The trek was long. He was near passing out as he neared home. Forgetting. Driving something to the recesses of the mind. A hypnotist might be able to dig it out but damned if you could. He did that with the den.... But that he already knew about. The girls? No small order but he would do that. So he had new partners.... and a whole bunch of illicit drugs. His mind was pulled back into reality as a ship sailed past. He was there. And he cut into the orbit of Coruscant
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 2, 2018 0:17:42 GMT -8
Now on a Magical Mystery tour, with Lucy in he Sky with Diamonds, aka LSD, leading the mind, the boys are feeling good and burning down the hyperspace lane like a bat out of hell. Hand hurting from typing tired cliché's the author failed to catch the tremor under the left arm and collapsed from a massive cardiac arrest . And good riddance. Where were we before that fool transpired? Right. The ship sails along effortlessly. Ciarán spoke -Ciarán- "The Old man is dead.... I can feel it!" Teeth grating -Ciarán- "I want vengeance... that and maybe an order of fries." Laoch rising a hand -Laoch- "Make that two orders. And I want rings, a burger and large sprite to go with. Oh ya, I so down with striking a counterblow myself.... Just not sure of who." Ciaran, already into the fires, jumped at Laoch's words -Ciarán- "Agreed, cept I want orange. And on the wrath and ruin business we'll figure out the who. By picking a name from a hat."
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jul 3, 2018 2:53:00 GMT -8
A Wayfarer cutting across hyperspace suddenly takes a sharp turn gunning it for the entry to a planets' orbit
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 17, 2018 20:49:25 GMT -8
The ship raced along, as did the mind with Boland at the helm. Maureen sat tensely petting the dog, her security blanket. A 180 pound sharp toothed overprotective security blanket. He sat at beside the girl majestically. Morrígu concentrated on her task as co-pilot, a task that she was hazardously unqualified to perform. And so they moved along, their next stop already set in Boland’s mind. The took a sharp turn at Kuat
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