Ellie Ordo
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jan 15, 2018 22:31:33 GMT -8
*Ellie noticed the change in Ami's voice, and a slight shift of emotion in the force. She averted her gaze as she suddenly felt as if she said something wrong. People skills really weren't her thing, that was her sisters department. She almost forced herself to look back at Ami as she explained the weapons situation. The condition of said weapons sounded bleak, then again so did most of this ship.* "I'll see what I can do. May take awhile since I might have to run a diagnostics test on the system first."
*Her attention turned to Janos as he entered the room. This contact of his was starting to raise more suspicions then anything in Ellie's mind. The fact that they needed to find an associate in order to find Janos's contact made this thing seem like a wild wamprat chase. Then he hit the heart of it, at least for Ellie anyway, getting paid. That's why she was here, and she still hadn't seen any of it. Shaking her head, she walked past Janos and patted him on the shoulder before leaving the room.* "That's Ami's decision. She's the captain of this vessel."
*Leaving the medbay behind, Ellie made her way to the dorsal turbo laser. Accessing the turbo laser itself wasn't that easy. The cannons housing was tightly packed into a small room with little space to maneuver. Ellie squeezed herself in and began to spot check each part. While her datapad ran a system check, she began to feel areas that her eyes couldn't see. That's when she felt it, a small metal object wedged in the turret ring. With a quick yank, she pulled out the offending piece of metal which turned out to be a.....hydrospanner. Ellie stared at the tool for a second before shaking her head.* "This is going to be harder than I thought."
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jan 16, 2018 13:39:32 GMT -8
Amy's head whipped around sharply when Janos entered to inform about a possible destination besides the RDMC, as well as payment? She hadn't even considered payment before, and had just assumed that Captain Fel took care of that. It hadn't occurred to her that perhaps Fel was being paid by someone else. Moreover, did this payment include her? He did say "everyone", and by that context, that would be her too. She wouldn't complain whatever the amount would be, and credits would enable her to move around a bit more freely. There were still ports that were free of First Order influence. Then Ellie went and said something that had Amy's jaw introducing itself to the deck.
She called her captain of the Blasphemy.
It hadn't really registered until then that she is indeed, in command of the corvette. Fel was incapacitated, even Melia was following her instructions, and wasn't she just issuing commands but a moment ago? Well, that would be true, she supposed, until Fel woke up. The de facto captain until such a time as it was made otherwise. She'd never been a captain, before. But she did feel a greater sense of responsibility suddenly settle on her shoulders, which translated visibly with a slight sagging of her shoulders, and her jaw setting into a grim line. She now realized there was more to consider beyond getting everyone someplace to have their wounds treated. Janos' revelation brought new things into perspective for consideration.
Pushing herself off from where she was leaning against the empty bed, she nodded at Ellie as the woman left and then concentrated on Janos, “No worries on the murder part, Janos. Not if you're the meal ticket, if you'll excuse my bluntness. You want something for that burn? I know those are nasty no matter how minor.”
She fished through the cabinets near the entrance, and offered the man some bacta patches whether he wanted it or not, and then gestured to the door. “Walk with me?” she invited him. She wanted to head back to the bridge, relieve Melia from pilot duty and plot a change of course to Umgul. The Dark World. Why would anyone want to visit as bleak a planet as that she had no idea. But she wanted more information now, thinking of the lives essentially entrusted to her care, as a doctor, and now also as captain. Thus far, she had treated Fel, Ellie and if Janos used those patches, technically, him too. It was a lot to consider, but her time in the Rebellion, and then the Galactic Alliance gave her some experience, and familiarity with certain procedures. For now, she wanted to know what they were getting into.
“Hope ya can appreciate where I come from when I ask for as much as you can tell me 'bout what we're headin' for, and what was the whole arrangement 'tween you, Fel, Ellie and Melia.” She was walking along the corridors slowly but surely, heading for the bridge, while they spoke, “I take it you hired th' others, so that makes you the client. But what's the business 'ere?”
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Jan 16, 2018 15:46:07 GMT -8
"I prefer it to scar; just something else I've survived." He didn't say that to be tough, but rather honestly; there was once a time when Janos was pretty much dead inside emotionally - until Jashin had come along and pulled him out of that pit. He owed the alien everything. He also owed it to make it to his destination alive - even though the burn was minor, he probably shouldn't take any chances. Reluctantly he took the offered patch, pulling up his shirt - which revealed a toned body riddled with scars, slug wounds, blaster burns, and what looked like the crisscrossing of an energy whip - and applied the patch before grunting in thanks. "Yeah, sure, lead the way."
"..." Janos was silent for several long moments, deliberating just how much he should say. There was no telling how important the information Janos held was, and certainly whether it was of any worth to galactic governments. But, then, it wouldn't be of any use to anyone if he didn't get to his destination. These people had helped him fight against the First Order; Ami, in some capacity or another, seemed to have been in the employ of the Alliance or an affiliate at one point in time. These people weren't his enemies. "I'm a thief, sent to a prison on Kessel to retrieve information - information that if acted on, might hurt the First Order. I didn't have backup, so I relied on mercs to get me out of the prison - that'd be Fel, Mel, and Ellie. They got me out, but my partner bit the dust, and Fel, our Captain, got sick. We went to Varonat, which was supposed to be the rendezvous point..."
Janos trailed off, visibly worried. "My contact, Jashin, wasn't on Varonat where he was supposed to be. Might be nothing, might be everything - he's, uh, not exactly the most law abiding type of guy. Regardless, Valalla is an associate of his; she's a renown gambler, and probably on Umgul to bet on the races. She can lead us to Jashin."
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jan 17, 2018 11:38:38 GMT -8
“Geez,” said Amy when she saw Janos' scars and old injuries, but kept her voice extremely soft, practically under her breath, “th' hell happened to you?”
Her eyes reflected sympathy and understanding as he began to relate his tale. She fancied herself a fairly talented lie-detector, and didn't get the impression he was making things up. Her brow creased with worry as the man continued to explain the chain of events that led to this moment. So their arrival on Varonat was not a coincidence, but that didn't explain her dream about them. That was a problem for another day. The galaxy was full of unexplainable, and it was more than a Corellian rancher would care to get involved in, really. She hooked onto the new name, Jashin, aside from Valalla. If they were meant to meet on Varonat and he didn't show up...the new military group that attacked and occupied the cities. It was more than likely this Jashin either couldn't slip past their net or he'd been captured during their occupation. Janos also provided an explanation as to who in the blazes went to Umgul and for what purposes.
“Gambler, eh?” said Amy as the doors to the bridge hissed open once they reached proximity, “Guess she's the best bet.”
She hadn't really intended to make a pun or even make light of the situation. As it was, she was still worrying about Fel's condition. He was stable for the time being, but they weren't outfitted with all the proper facilities, and Amy's job so far had been a spit in the dark with a prayer of hope, that had a miraculous result. She didn't want to bet on odds that the miracle would hold. She paused before the comm station and looked at Janos, “We'll adjust course for Umgul. Input the final coordinates on my mark.”
She relieved Melia from the Pilot's chair, and begun inputting the changes, as well as announcing the course change on the intercom for all to be aware. “What does Valalla look like?” She casually asked Janos.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Jan 17, 2018 12:30:13 GMT -8
A sharp ear honed from years of eavesdropping - a necessity when a thief - helped him hear the words. "Slavery." He replied, his tone casual, apparently content not to elaborate. Wincing as he applied the patch, the bacta stinging, he followed dutifully. As Ami made her pun - unintentionally it seemed - he smiled slightly. He wasn't about to say that their contact had notoriously horrible luck - and that they'd be better off placing bets on whether or not a mynock could escape a black hole.
"I...uh...where?" Janos spun awkwardly now, looking for the proper console - Mel helpfully pointing out the correct one as she was relieved. A comm console was one thing, so were basic computers; but a pilot he was not. Thankfully, the computer was rather straightforward, and he input the coordinates and necessary calculations in (albeit slowly, to the point of plodding) relatively easily into the terminal.
"I've never met her. All I know is that she has red hair and a drinking problem...and a gambling problem. Lots of problems, really. Jashin once assured me that if I ever saw her, I'd instantly recognize her. They, uh, used to be intimate, apparently." Janos trailed off, suddenly realizing that a former lover, perhaps, was not going to be the easiest source of information. Given Jashin's past history with women - and making them angry - they might need to have some leverage. They'd deal with that when the time came.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jan 18, 2018 15:27:42 GMT -8
She barely refrained from arching an eyebrow when Janos responded to her mildly rhetorical question that she muttered so softly. His hearing was impressive. Her eyes held sympathy and indignance for him. She had her own share scars, mostly hidden or healed away, but they were nothing compared to what he bore. Then again, she recalled his earlier remark on the bridge, before he came to the sickbay with news; he preferred to keep his scars. Probably reminders or even a trophy of some sort.
When it came to the question, she hadn't answered him, concentrating on the task, but he seemed to figure it out, or Melia had pointed it out to him. BB-Drunk warbled and rolled about intermittently, a few times bumping against her seat, or Janos' leg. He terminal received the coordinates and she keyed them into the course. He didn't seem too familiar with ship computer handling. But she supposed it was outside of his field of specialization.Her lips quirked upwards in a sardonic grin when he spoke about Valalla, “Well that's just fine an' dandy.” I really hope there ain't too many soakin' redheads whose problems have problems on Umgul.A small red light and a alert tone informed her that they were approaching their destination, “All right, strap in, we're almost there.” She informed the rest by the intercom, “Attention everyone, brace yerselves. We're exiting hyperspace in three, two, one...” The Blasphemy exited hyperspace over Umgul's orbit.
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Post by Lone Wolf on May 7, 2018 16:18:13 GMT -8
Traveling the bizarre x-rated cyber highway was nothing short of a horrific experience. The irony of all this as he closed in on Bespin, a notorious bed of drunkenness, gambling, drug dealing and prostitution, did not escape the man. But what he sought here differed some
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2018 20:14:32 GMT -8
Aboard YT-1930, The Redeemer (sitting in open space.)
Viktor was sitting in his cabin, while Captain Dalton was at the helm of the ship. Kurr was in a maintenance hallway doing some minor repairs, Karr was sitting at the holotable. Viktor sat in a chair thinking about what he was going to do, a little while ago he had picked up a message from seemed to be coming from Geonosis. The message asked any members of the Jensaarai or anyone who wished to join to make their way to Geonosis. Perhaps, this order is where I belong? he thought. Getting up from his chair and opening the door of his cabin, Viktor proceeded to walk towards the cockpit and speak with Captain Dalton.
Kurr and Karr
Kurr had finished the repairs that needed to be done, and Karr began to walk back towards his cabin. Kurr saw Viktor walking towards the captain. Kurr made her way to galley to grab something to eat. She knew that Karr would most likely be out after his nap to grab a snack. She would like to get moving, but until they had a destination they would continue to sit in open space.
Redeemer's Cockpit
Captain Dalton leaned back in his seat, taking a drag from a cigar that he win during a game of Sabacc from another starship captain. The brand was sweet williams. The Captain he won it from seemed to be a little sauced during their game, which to him seemed unfair but the other captain didn't seem to care. Viktor the force user who he was under the employ of entered the cockpit.
Howdy, boss. How goes it? Any idea on where we are headed?
"Captain, I wanted your thoughts on us heading to Geonosis."
Sounds like a plan, as long as we get a move on. Sitting in one place isn't something I'm fond of. Since we are near the Arkanis sector, one quick jump to hyperspace and we'll be there.
"Excellent Captain, I'll be in my cabin meditating, let me know once we have arrived."
With that Viktor exited the cockpit and headed back to his cabin. Dalton enter the coordinates for Geonosis into the ship's console, in a few moments The Redeemer would slip into hyperspace. Kurr finished when Viktor left the cockpit, wanting to know their next destination she walked into the cockpit.
Captain, where are we headed?
Geonosis Karr. Viktor wants to answer the message that he received.
Of course, is there anything that needs to be done before we arrive?
Not that I can think of. If you want take a nap like Kurr.
Karr smiled and left the cockpit and headed to her and Kurr's cabin, as the ship entered hyperspace. With the ship now in hyperspace and everyone in their cabins, Dalton closed his eyes and waited for them to arrive at Geonosis. It wouldn't take to long, but long enough that he could close his eyes.
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Krennel Gulch
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Post by Krennel Gulch on May 16, 2018 4:52:47 GMT -8
Deep in open space, Krennel Gulch stood lean and fierce upon the deck of his Providence, the Defiance. He was especially irate, as his ship tried and failed, for the umpteenth time, to perform a short distance micro jump without a planet or an Interdictor to guide them in. Gulch knew Grand Admiral Thrawn had done it, he just didn't know how.
"Run the algorithms again, the object is to pull us out of space quickly." Commander Dofine, for his part said nothing, knowing well how foul Gulch's temper was over this.
Again the droids input the coordinates, launched the hyperdrive and jerked out, only to find they had failed again. Gulch gnashed his fangs together angrily. Again and again they tried, trying to figure out what they were missing.
Jump after jump, followed by a fuel refill, and then more jumping. Gradually they got within a medium, and then a short distance of their desired location, and Gulch's humour began to improve.
Already this cruise had been going on for several days, but results were finally beginning to show through, until at last, one fateful leap saw them land in exactly the correct spot. As the tired loving deck crews cheered and the droids stood about mutely, Krennel Gulch clicked to himself in very open approval, knowing this was a truly fearsome weapon to be capable of employing. Turning from the viewports, he gave the order to run the drill again. It would be perfect for when he needed it....
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 16, 2018 21:41:47 GMT -8
The tragic trio rolling on in their quest going nowhere fast looking for anything. Boland expected nothing manning the ship like a man possessed. Morrígu, gracefully rendered unconscious by Boland, now lay in a make-believe dream-world of Leprechauns and giant lollipops. And The Raven sat still as if a statue keeping diligent watch over the girl
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 10, 2018 19:21:05 GMT -8
They sailed along through hyperspace without a word past between them. Ciaran, still deep with inthe bank of information collected in his mind, struggling, as he did every day, not to stroll off the deep end. Laoch too was pulled inward, as he sung a personal favorite to himself ~C is for Cookie that's good enough for me, C is for Cookie that's good enough for me, C is for Cookie that's good enough for me, oh cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C!~Laoch held a ear to ear grin, eyes vacant pits
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Jun 10, 2018 19:31:36 GMT -8
Their vessel having caught up with the other they moved along at breakneck speed, all the time sitting in peaceful comfort as the minds wandered. Gid wished to begin contact with others for some intellectual stimulation, Alem too desired to connect with others. Indeed she desperately wished for her right cross to make solid contact with somebody's chin. Shakk cleaned one of her pistols, hoping upon all hope that somebody, anyone would offer a reason for her to use it....
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jun 12, 2018 16:13:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Jun 12, 2018 19:54:11 GMT -8
Several Wayfarer sail across hyperspace at a ridiculous speed. A Comm. message is relayed from the lead ship. But seconds later the lead vessel spins out of control creating a pileup rivalling anything ever seen on the 401 at 4:30 on a steamy summer Friday night. The ships are blown to pieces. Out of the horrific blast all that exists following the calamity is a single piece of paper, a letter from Ensign Stopsign to his dear mother. Good night sir
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 21, 2018 22:16:31 GMT -8
On and on and on they cruised through the vacant darkness which is outer space
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jul 3, 2018 2:20:09 GMT -8
You see it before you hear it. A ship rips down the hyperspace highway silently followed seconds behind by an eerie wisp that touches the ear. Considerable number of bottles are discarded into space by the inconsiderate swine manning the vessel
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Orrick Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jul 11, 2018 15:19:23 GMT -8
Vlemoth Port*
Developed by the Muuns into an industrial center, scattered tribes of displaced Talz could be found here, as well as an enclave of Mandalorian immigrants centered around the settlement of Arumorut. Clan Awaud called this place home for the time being. Bracken Awaud, a young, ambitious Mandalorian, trusted by both Orrick and his brother Henoc, was put in charge of the the Clan when both of them were absent. Aside from overseeing trade with the Talz and ensuring farming was on schedule for the season, Bracken's job was relatively easy. Though it helped that Henoc's father was always willing to help him out, should the workload become too much for him. So far, everything was operating as Orrick had wished. Crop production was up, trade was up and security was operating normally. Nothing out of the norm was happening at this time.
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Post by Kingpin the Hutt on Jul 12, 2018 22:13:06 GMT -8
A TL-1200 transport soaring along in hyperspace makes a sudden shift disappearing into an planets' orbit
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 8:21:57 GMT -8
Currently in hyperspace, an AA-9 Coruscant Freighter was making its way from Bespin to Coruscant while carrying just over 10,000 passengers. Although the freighter was capable of transporting up to 30,000 passengers, there was a ton of cargo on board. Along with passengers, there were around 100 guards on board for the sole purpose of keeping order, although they were probably never needed. The guards weren't anything fancy, just regular clothes and blaster carbines.
I'm pretty sure those guards can't even aim the blaster. Jacquelyn thought, as she sat at a corner table in the mess hall, staring at her cup of fruit juice, while drowning in her own boredom. There wasn't really anything she could do on the ship, and she didn't have at least someone to talk to and keep her company. She also wasn't really fond of alcoholic beverages, mainly because of the way she lived. She can't be intoxicated while on the battlefield obviously. That would never end well. She thought with a smile. She remembered one time, she had a little too much booze while in service, and she punched a Galactic Alliance politician in the face.
Drez had allowed Jacquelyn to have some time off to do whatever she pleased while he, along with Vorik and Izmar, arranged the operations on Kamino. The squad was no longer affiliated with the Galactic Alliance as well, so they were practically free to do whatever they wanted. Jackie chose to go see the galaxy in her free time, away from the battlefield, or at least what she could see. What better place to start off on than Coruscant. She thought. Coruscant was a very lively planet, over a trillion inhabitants, and there was always something to do, especially at night.
One thing Jacquelyn wanted to do on Coruscant as well was visit the Jedi Temple, or what was left of it. The last time she saw the temple was when the 501st stormed it during Order 66. It was a heartbreaking scene for her, as well as her squad. The clones they once fought alongside had become enemies, and the Jedi were being purged. Her squad was later frozen in carbonite, allowing them not to age a single day, even over 50 years later.
Jacquelyn put her thoughts aside when she realized that on the other side of the room, a hooded figure was watching her. She didn't want any trouble, even though she knew that she was one pretty woman. Her armor was stowed away in the cargo hold, as well as her gear and weapons. Nevertheless, she didn't want to feel intimidated. Plus, she didn't want the hooded figure to know she was onto him, so she stayed put in her seat, but kept her senses alert.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2018 5:18:19 GMT -8
Drez was on-board the AA-9 Coruscant Freighter, disguised as a dark robed, hooded figure with a dark mask covering his face. His armor was retracted into a small device on his chest, allowing him deploy and conceal it whenever needed with a simple placement of his palm on it. Weapons weren't allowed anywhere but the cargo bay, so he was forced to leave them in one of the crates. Nevertheless, if a situation ever needed him to use a weapon, he could easily disarm one of the guards. It was obvious to him that they were no where near as trained as him,
As of now, Drez was sitting in the mess hall all the way across Jacquelyn at the other corner. He had left Vorik and Izmar on Kamino to keep the operations there organized while he followed Jacquelyn. He wanted to ensure her safety because she had never traveled alone or even in a civilian transport before. Sure, he had given her some time off to do whatever she wanted, but she had never seen the galaxy away from the battlefield. She was like a little child lost in a huge marketplace because of her lack of experience.
Drez knew that Jacquelyn had noticed his dark disguise because of the looks she had given him, but she didn't know it was him. He had also felt her uneasy emotions through the force. He didn't want to risk blowing his cover either, but knowing his luck and how life in the galaxy flows, it'll be blown sooner or later. Putting that thought aside, he slumped in his booth with his fruit drink in his hand, and made himself look like he was sleeping to help Jacquelyn get her thoughts off of him.
I wonder why she wants to go to Coruscant. He thought.
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