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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 10, 2018 13:03:47 GMT -8
==We Come in Pieces RP==
<<107 PP, S15 Sector, Deep Space near Molavar>>
This otherwise bland track of space was a short hop from the major trade route. It was one several rotating meeting points used by the 'free boot' captains that ran the bigger, but smaller crewed Ring ships. Having a meeting place out open space made it easier to cut deals with the various locals. The more official government deals usually weren't very risky, but some of the shadier people needed a bit of distance.
Barlie liked his ship, unfortunately he was between jobs. His last haul had been a fairly good one, supplying meat to one of the local star barons. It was a good deal while it lasted. But eventually the local star barons usually started making unreasonable demands. At that point the best thing to do was simply move on. He was hanging out at this particular spot because one of his contacts had touched base about a possible new deal.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2018 18:20:28 GMT -8
A Republic nu-class attack shuttle exited out of hyperspace at the coordinates given by the merchant. Drez looked around from the cockpit. "In the middle of nowhere, again." He muttered.
A huge Lucrehulk ship was in a stationary position just ahead of freighter, so Drez automatically assumed that this was the food production ship the merchant had informed him about. He then attempted to send a communication message to the starcruiser to board it and get the meeting underway.
"Bigass Lucrehulk ship or whatever the heck it is. Permission to board please." Drez said, sending the transmission to the ship, hoping for a friendly response. Getting blown up was not the ideal plan he had in mind.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 13, 2018 23:21:42 GMT -8
A light freighter Slipped effortlessly through hyperspace
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 14, 2018 11:35:53 GMT -8
==We Come in Pieces RP==
<<107 PP, S15 Sector, Deep Space near Molavar>>
It was a good thing the captain had a sense of humor, it was pretty much required in his line of work.
-Barlie
Smallass puddlejumper, you are cleared for landing. Come on in & we will talk business.
The swept wings that had been the main hangers & cargo bays in the original design had been sealed up to function as growing spaces in the new design. Of course, even with that lack there were plenty of options for landing. In this case the Nu class was directed to a small hanger on the inside of the ring, just across from the main engine block. That area was where most of the ship's core systems & living areas were. The rest was devoted to food.
On landing, they would find only a single person. The big bear of a man was in the lightest version of the exo that the Imperium offered, the armor weave design making it look almost like a slightly bumpy jumpsuit. Even so, it made him look even larger (if such a thing was possible).
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Post by Erpon Saris on Aug 14, 2018 22:43:10 GMT -8
Haven-Class Medical Station - Heilari Emerging from hyperspace, the Helix-Class Light Interceptor, identified as Den Jagede, approached the derelict medical station. At first glance, this station looked to be in rough shape. And there were no running lights, indicating that neither of the Mandalorians had arrived yet. Approaching a bay that opened for him, Erpon piloted the craft into the bay and set it down. Releasing the seals on the canopy, Erpon climbed out of the ship and landed on the cold, dusty deck plates. Nostrils flaring, Erpon could only smell the stale scent of old wounds. No one had been through here in a while. Hooking the strap to his rifle over his shoulder, he proceeded forward, towards the center of the station. His reptilian vision aiding him in the dim lighting. Hopefully someone would arrive soon, as this place was certainly very ominous. It made him feel uneasy...
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Aug 14, 2018 23:32:54 GMT -8
Haven-Class Medical Station - Heilari.
The Ne'ta Orar, translated to 'Black Thunder' in basic, an M22-T Krayt Gunship, exited hyperspace near the rendezvous coordinates he had selected for this task. Before him loomed the derelict Haven-Class Medical Station. A symbol of the Clone Wars, nothing more. Obsolete and in need of a complete overhaul, the station was still intact enough to support life, in some sections of the station, at the very least. As Orrick piloted his ship closer, he noticed that a Helix-Class Interceptor was already docked in the open bay. Erpon's ship. A good sign, at least. Piloting the craft into the bay, Orrick set it down and powered the ship down. Retrieving his helmet, he placed it on his head and sealed it with the rest of his suit. Rising from the pilot's seat, he made his way to the ramp. Exiting the craft, he switched the visor setting to low-light mode. Now, able to see better in the dark, the Mandalorian ensured his weapons were securely fastened to his person, then started off towards the center of the station. Despite being abandoned and forgotten for several millenia, one could never be too sure at who or what had decided to take refuge on the station. Even with nearly anything of value having been stripped away decades ago, the station was still used from time to time. And that bothered Orrick a little. Hopefully whoever or whatever here was long gone by now, or chased out by Erpon. They didn't need any snags in their plans at this point. Pressing forward, Orrick continued on.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Aug 16, 2018 14:01:02 GMT -8
Haven-Class Medical Station - Heilari.
Making his way through the station, Erpon had noticed that someone, within the last few years, had installed automated defenses. Currently, they were inoperable. Thankfully. Erpon had no desire in being shot up because someone thought it was a good idea to place defenses in a place like this. Slowly walking along, scanning the area, the Barabel pushed forward. The stale air and dust everywhere made breathing difficult, but aside from that, the place was as quiet as a tomb. Erpon shivered at that last thought. This place was a tomb, alright, but whose? His, or this Sith that they were set on capturing? Not wanting to entertain that line of thought any longer, Erpon pushed forward, heading for the control center.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2018 20:06:39 GMT -8
Drez acknowledged that he had received the approval to land and piloted the ship carefully into the Lucrehulk's hangar before landing. The shuttle's ramp then lowered and Drez departed the shuttle. Upon exiting, he saw a single figure in an exosuit waiting for him, but he couldn't tell if the person was a male or female. He soon came face to face with the armored personnel with a few steps.
"Damn, you look much bigger up close." Drez remarked as he studied the person. "So, where are we going?"
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 18, 2018 11:23:20 GMT -8
==We Come in Pieces RP==
<<107 PP, S15 Sector, Deep Space near Molavar>>
Once drez got close enough, the lack of headgear on the suit made it apparent it was a male, though he could be one of any number of near human races. The facial proportions were slightly off from baseline human. Enough to be noticeable, but not enough to really place a finger on the source.
-Barlie
That depends on how interesting your offer is. My word is law on this ship, so if you make a good show, you get my services. Otherwise, I shove you & your ship back out into space.
His tone made it clear the last was less of a threat & more of a joke, but he was big enough he almost looked like he could carry it out.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 19, 2018 22:45:02 GMT -8
Entering hyperspace a Theta-class T-2c shuttle zipped along quietly. Maureen watched converse among Rhiannon and the crew. She sighed as her little mind wandering off into dreamland and she slept. In her dreams a man stood in a orphanage with a lit stick of dynamite in hand. Disconcerting but here too she quietly observed
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2018 14:45:06 GMT -8
"Ehhh, been there, done that." Drez shrugged, knowing the exosuitt guy was joking. He had been thrown out of ships in the middle of space before so his
s suit would protect him if he was ever put into that situation. "My offer will probably be pretty solid, so let's get this deal over the line, giant. I don't got all day."
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 23, 2018 15:45:36 GMT -8
==We Come in Pieces RP==
<<107 PP, S15 Sector, Deep Space near Molavar>>
-Barlie
All right then, come & see what you are buying.
The tour of the ship didn't actually take very long, as most of the stuff from the last job had already been disposed of, leaving just clean equipment waiting for the next order. The first section was an expansive bank of Kaminoan cloning tubes. These would be used both for the initial seed crops to be planted. Afterward they would also be used to rapidly culture the meat to be harvested directly from the tank. The ship databanks had several varieties of meat altered to be tasty, brain dead, & as much meat per unit as possible. This limited the waste & cost significantly.
The largest area was the vast aeroponics bays that would be used to grow the main crops. The ship had several such bays, allowing many different crops with differing needs to be grown at once. The separation also meant that in the unlikely event of a disease outbreak, the entire crop could be vented with minimal disruption to production. While empty though, they looked like nothing more than a scaffolding rig filling up a fair sized warehouse.
The last area smelled heavily of rot & dank growth. Ranks of Large cylinders extended into the distance, bulkheads with windows studded every few tanks but doing little to block the receding view. Each wept liquid in the dank & musty room. A heavy, extremely bright light sat above each tank. The surface of the tank was a solid mat of black goo. From the mostly clear sides it was at least thirty centimeters thick from top to bottom. Thick, nasty looking goop dribbled into each tank from an elevated feed line. From the smell of it, it was likely shipped in waste being recycled.
-Barlie
& if you are really, really cheap. You can buy black rations. Personally, I prefer using it to feed the other plants. Not quiet as efficient, but much better tasting.
He pointed out something visible in the tank below the algae mat. The water below was surprisingly clear, given what was being fed into the tank. However, it had a large quantity of something floating in it. On closer look, it seems less like debris was would be the first guess, & more uniform small sphere. The tiny black orbs almost looked like fish eggs. They were also slowly sinking. A small vent at the bottom sucked up those that reach that far down.
-Barlie
This stuff is very specially designed. You don't eat the mat. But those spore pods down there? They taste like slimy death, but just a little bit of it goes a long way. It isn't much better dried, but it can be pressed into grenade sized bars that have everything needed to keep a human going for a week.
He also didn't say that the stuff was safe to eat right out of the tank. He certainly wouldn't ever try it, despite the claims of the scientists. It was a bit of a tradition for the techy boys to eat the first few pod from each tank raw & fresh.
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Post by Dees on Aug 28, 2018 19:29:26 GMT -8
AVI, having stowed away the last of the supply, makes his way around the ship. He marveled at the upkeep and cleanliness of the interior. It was almost too much for most crews to maintain, but this one seemed to have everything in order.
Taking a seat, he pulls out a small multi-tool and begins to tinker on his arm. Opening up a couple of panels allows him to look at the interior workings of the intricate designs. Curiously, he moves some of his fingers, and the mechanical ligaments move along with the motion.
Leaning back, he begins running internal diagnostics on the electrical systems and sensor arrays. Aside from a few lights flickering on the side of his head and inside his arm, his motionless state looked as though he was asleep, arm in his lap, open for the world to see.
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Dee shifted in her sleep. Her dreams had become erratic, and she furrowed her brow just as her mind fell back into another REM cycle.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 21:24:15 GMT -8
Sango, pulling down the edges of his vest as he makes his way towards Dee's quarters when the ending time the I.V. fluids he had administered nears, has begun to think of what meal he should prepare for the crew later in the evening, vacillating between Ukian Torbull tail soup and Endwa. Having made a circuit of the ship before checking on Dee, Sango has seen nothing amiss in anyone's behavior to suggest that there is any anxiety about their current job that might require his intervention. Vejide, as she is wont to do when having nothing in particular to do, had been sleeping soundly in her quarters, while Fumnanya was brooding in the pilot's seat. Dikeledi had promptly told him to fek off when he had knocked on the door to her quarters to check in on her, which Sango has learned is perfectly normal for her, especially when she is reading or compulsively checking and rechecking her weapons and other equipment prior to venturing forth into the unknown that always awaits them when the crew of the Geheim Masjien conducts their business affairs. Nkosana, in a somewhat manic mood suggesting that he had taken it upon himself to sample their cargo, had been pacing around the galley ranting about the First Order's insidious plot to use the abilities of their Sith and other Darkside affiliated allies to control the minds of those leaders left to be conquered, assassinated, or intimidated into becoming a part of the Empire that is, all wild conspiracy theories aside, spreading throughout the universe at an alarming rate even for those who live on the proverbial fringes.
Receiving no reply after rapping gently on Dee's door so as not to wake her should she be resting, Sango enters quietly and shuts off the I.V. pump he had programmed earlier before the bag of fluids it is running is complete, which would cause an alarm to sound off that would undoubtedly disturb Dee. Sango has managed to disconnect the I.V. tubing without waking Dee, and has very nearly removed her I.V. when he sees her waking. "So sorry, my dear, Sango says as he finishes removing her I.V., You seemed to be so soundly sleeping that removing this little bugger without disturbing you appeared entirely possible. Alas, perhaps I should have simply left it in, the Bothan says as he holds a cotton ball over the I.V. insertion site for a moment before taping it down. How are you feeling? Any lingering soreness of the throat or other symptoms?"
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Post by Dees on Aug 28, 2018 22:17:15 GMT -8
Dee lazily opened her eyes and smacked her lips. Sango was a blurry image, and she smiled. Noticing a small scratch in the back of her throat, she reached over and grabbed a lozenge. Just a little scratch is all. Her voice is hazy and drowsy. She unwraps the lozenge but holds it in her hand as she reaches for her canteen. She takes a drink, then pops the lozenge. And exhaustion. I’m really sorry Doc. She lay her head down again and closed her eyes. I hear the hyperdrive. I feel as though my use is a bit mired at the moment. A yawn. I hope. That...
She faded away into sleep once again.
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AVI was watching the crew moments from his vantage point and noted as Sango made his own rounds. Unmoving until the diagnostics were complete. Niko was still rambling about the goings on in the universe. Much of it was fanciful. Based on AVI's own search of the holonet, some was true, some were coincidental, and others were more factual than most would ever dream. The reactions of his audience would have been entertaining if they weren’t stacks of goods and crates and electronics. If the ship truly had ears as the conspiracy went, they were doomed to travel a ship most distressed.
Diagnostics complete, AVI buttoned up his arm and put away the multitool. The mechanical frame moved smoothly down the hall, so as to not disturb the ravings of Niko, nor the sleeping engineer. AVI paused at Dikeledi's quarters and attempted to listen in as he watched the soft shadows coming from his and Dee's quarters. Muffled voices, Dee’s voice, attracted his attention and he silently stepped away from the crewmates door.
Moving to stand in the doorframe of his room, he watched as the Bothan tended to Dee. His friend lay there, exhausted. AVI shook his head. If he could breathe, he would have sighed. He wished he knew what was happening to her and why all of a sudden, she was unable to do what she had done for so many years.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 6:58:03 GMT -8
Sango chuckles with a shake of his head as Dee falls asleep mid-sentence, and then pulls the corner of the comforter over her shoulder before quietly pulling the I.V. pole and pump towards the door. Giving AVI a wave after spotting him, Sango waits until he is outside to quietly say, "She is quite alright, just a bit tuckered out at the moment. Motioning for AVI to follow as he continues on towards the medbay, Sango asks, And what about you, AVI? How are you doing? Not finding it all a bit too dull, with all that you must be capable of, to find that you are now part of a simple smuggling crew?"
Placing the I.V. pole in a corner after wiping it down and then covering the pump, Sango takes his suit coat from the back of the chair in front of the medbay's dataterminal as he muses aloud by way of asking a question that has been plaguing him without seeming to ask one at all, "You are both, all things considered, handling things remarkably well, I'd say. I'm not sure how I would handle finding myself in another . . . would you say universe, or reality? Waving the question aside for the moment after chuckling and muttering, How very odd to find oneself saying that so calmly, as though the implications alone are not simply staggering, Sango goes on, asking AVI, Do you think that may explain why Dee has recently found using her navigational abilities so taxing?"
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Post by Dees on Aug 29, 2018 8:23:31 GMT -8
AVI considers the notion of "Dull" for a number of cycles. Looking at the Bothan, he muses in a hushed tone No, I rarely, actually, consider something "Dull." There is always some detail to process and analyze. If not my own functions, then something in the environment.
In the medbay, AVI looked around at the equipment, leaning in and observing the cleanliness. It put aside any negative processes he had toward the use of the onboard medical utilities. Looking over at Sango as he was being addressed, AVI took pause at the mention of another universe. There were a few moments of silence between the two as AVI stood unmoving, attempting to process multiple aspects of the conversation that had just taken place.
How did Sango come to such a conclusion after only a few hours? AVI had been careful to avoid such hard statements, but had Dee slipped in her haze? Additionally, AVI chided himself for not considering the possibility that the alternate nature of this universe prevented Dee from performing under the influence of Xhro as she once could. There was limited data to fully support this conclusion. However, it would be one that he would one have to consider more fully as time would allow.
Standing up straight, AVI looked at the Bothan and then began looking around the room once again.
For me, the difference in-universe composition is small. Both ours and this one run parallel to one another so closely, it would be difficult for many to tell the two apart. There are some alternate historical occurrences that make things a little different, but those things are fairly inconsequential. For Dee, however, I had not fully considered the possibility that the different universe we have found ourselves in would be far more apparent to her.
AVI looked back and found a bare spot on the wall to lean back on. Crossing his legs as he stood - putting all of his weight on one - and crossing his arms, he let his head fall.
If that is really the case, the Xhro she brought with her would be too different for this universe. The equivalent in this universe is gone to another galaxy now. However - AVI looked back up at Sango I may have a solution. Beside her bed is a small plant. A rose. It was discovered by the Imperial Navy Science Division when they were scouting for a secure location to have an outpost. The lead scientist named it the Marian Rose. What matters here is that its petals have the same chemical that constitutes Xhro. However, it also contains some fairly potent psychotropics as well.
AVI looked back toward the direction of their cabin, then back at the Bothan.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 10:16:57 GMT -8
Drez followed Barlie silently and listened to the 'tour' of the ship that was going on. Hewas impressed with the equipment being used to mass produce food and the Kaminoan cloning equipment was all too familiar to him. This ship would definitely be a great food source for the clone troopers in the long run. However, the appearance of some of the food at hand wasn't too appealing, one of them stimulating his hat reflex. Fortunately for him, the sound was muted through the helmet.
"Price doesn't matter to me." Drez remarked. "By the way, do you happen to have food that might be eye appealing as well? I mean, I'm sure this stuff tastes great but you know, some of the higher ranked might be a bit picky."
Drez didn't want to say that some of the food looked disgusting, and he wasn't sure that it was food anyways. If there was food that looked appealing, it would most probably taste better. Plus, nobody would really complain about the food but he was thinking of what he would eat, at least. If he wanted to eat something good, others would definitely have the mutual feeling.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 29, 2018 13:05:16 GMT -8
==We Come in Pieces RP==
<<107 PP, S15 Sector, Deep Space near Molavar>>
Barlie laughed at the clone's joke, if it was in fact a joke.
-Barlie
Na, that black goop is the worst thing you will ever try. We very, very rarely sell it to customers, except on special request.
With that cleared up, he went on to describe what the ship did offer. Mostly it was a fairly standard stock of vegetables. The price was based not on the type, but rather on the mass to be delivered. This meant that a fairly balanced & good diet could be set up with no worries about additional cost. Of course, vegetables with a long growth cycle or fruits would have a slight increase in cost. It could still be done, it would just cost a little more & take slightly more time until they started producing. The most expensive would be any type of meat. Since that would require constantly running the cloning tanks, which was far more energy intensive than the growing bays. Of course, it wasn't an all or nothing deal. They could easily set up a core of vegetables for the common troopers, with much smaller shipments of fruits for variety & even smaller shipment of meat for the officers.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 14:16:27 GMT -8
No, I rarely, actually, consider something "Dull." There is always some detail to process and analyze. If not my own functions, then something in the environment . . . If that is really the case, the Xhro she brought with her would be too different for this universe. The equivalent in this universe is gone to another galaxy now. However . . . I may have a solution. Beside her bed is a small plant. A rose. It was discovered by the Imperial Navy Science Division when they were scouting for a secure location to have an outpost. The lead scientist named it the Marian Rose. What matters here is that its petals have the same chemical that constitutes Xhro. However, it also contains some fairly potent psychotropics as well.
Clearing his throat after deciding to focus on Dee, Sango sits down on the wheeled chair near the exam table, flicking an imaginary bit of lint off of a trouser leg as he points out, "A more immediate and less potentially dangerous solution would be to simply not use the ability at all. There is no reason, after all, that Dee must do so, and now that she is aware of the stress that trying to use it here in this universe puts on her body, not to mention her mind, every reason not to."
Used to the stubborn mentality some beings have where not trying to find ways around the things that they want to continue doing even after learning that to do so poses the risk of potentially dire consequences, Sango takes his pocket chrono from a vest pocket to check the time as he asks, "Might there be a way to isolate the chemical in the rose that Dee would need, so as not to expose her to the psychotropics? Or to synthesize a version of the chemical free from them? Unable to keep in a few of the other, unrelated questions that have come to his mind since meeting Dee and AVI, Sango, firmly believing that AVI possesses cognitive processing capabilities that will easily enable him to keep up with the conversation no matter how many tangents are introduced into it, asks, Do you identify as masculine, feminine, or neither? Are you comfortable in that particular body, or is the matter not of any great significance to you?" |
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