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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on Jul 22, 2014 8:43:24 GMT -8
"I was told to deliver your pod to an informant on Coruscant. It was part of a shipment of things we received from some employers. We were told we could keep everything else, so long as you made it safely to the drop-off."
Myriana grimaced, folded her arms across her chest and looked nervously at the floor.
"I'm glad we didn't, though. If I had known there was a fellow being in cryo, I would never have agreed to do that. They didn't tell us that part."
A thought occurred to her, and she looked up again.
"But... if someone wants you, they must have a reason. Is there anything you can remember about your past that might explain why someone would put you on ice and ship you into the deep core?"
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Post by Jack Mapio on Jul 22, 2014 14:07:30 GMT -8
Jacks mind began to spin. He still couldent remember why he had been put in a cryo pod, the fact that he was to be given to some informent of Coruscant completely confused him. He had never even set foot on the city planet, let alone be anywhere near there to make enemies. He laughed nervously at her second statement.
Well, I guess im glad too, Im still not exactly sure whats going on but at least there's not a blaster or light saber being shoved in my face, this time...
He thought for another moment before replying.
No, I mean, someone capturing me and putting me on Ice maybe, but I have no idea why they would be sending me there...
Jack looked down as he stomach audibly rumbled. He realized that he hadn't eaten, well in a time greater then he would have liked it.
Sorry... but you wouldn't happen to have any food on this, well where am I?
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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on Jul 23, 2014 23:18:39 GMT -8
Myriana's eyes widened. A smile beamed across her face, threatening to tear another set of dimples into her cheeks.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "We do have food! And you would NOT believe how hard it is to make my crew eat it! I swear, every time I make an amazing meal, EVERYONE forgets to eat dinner. Do you know how ABSOLUTELY FRUSTRATING that gets?!"
She took Jack by the hand and led him swiftly to the kitchen, steak knifes and an apron flying to her waiting grasp as she opened the kitchen door down the hall.
"So, what are ya' hankerin' for, Jack? We've got a recently acquired supply of steak, as well as various produce I managed to grab while we were at port. You name it, I make it."
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Post by Jack Mapio on Jul 24, 2014 11:26:12 GMT -8
Jack smiled awkwardly as Myri began a short rant. He was expecting a simple yes or no answer from her but not this energetic of a response.
Before he was able to say anything else he found himself being almost dragged by the hand out of the cargo bay. This transition gave him at least part of an answer he was looking for. From the look and size of the hallway they were in he guessed he was in a starship, although what size, or what kind, he had no Idea. Although he thought he had at least part of an answer, this only lead to more questions.
By the time that Myri had stopped moving, and Jack along with her, they seemed to be in a small kitchen. His eyes widened as two steak knives flew to Myris hands, he didn't feel anything threatening from her, in fact he wondered if that was even something she was capable of, but he still didn't like it that he didn’t… He didn’t have his lightsabers. He barely paid attention to what Myri said about cooking food as he made small motions with his wrists and waist to confirm what he thought. The last thing he remembered he had them on him, but then again he had just woken up in a cryo pod, they could be anywhere… But as he felt the ever growing pain in his stomach, finding his lightsabers could wait a little bit.
Uh ya food, I uh… A burger? He said quickly.
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Post by John Wilson on Jul 26, 2014 1:21:43 GMT -8
John leaned against the doorway of the kitchen. a half empty bottle of liquor in his hand and his head hanging down low.
"Hey Myri I made my choice, I think I want to stay on the...."
John raised his head and saw a strange man in the kitchen. After a quick second of panic john threw the half empty bottle at the man and drew his blaster.
Myri! Who the hell is that! Also why are you cooking him food and not me!
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Post by Jack Mapio on Jul 26, 2014 13:20:08 GMT -8
The more time that Jack had spent among the world of the living, the more he continued to question his current circumstance. Everything seemed to be going too well, at least considering that just a few minutes ago he was unconscious and in deep freeze. He could have woke up anywhere, but somehow he was defrosted by someone who was both friendly, almost overly so, and knew who he was. It also didn't hurt that she was not bad to look at. He quickly looked away as he realized that he had been staring at Myri.
As Jack looked away his gaze fell upon the door to the kitchen, he felt a small tremor in the force as a man entered the doorway. He knew he shouldn't have been surprised that there was another person on this ship, but it still gave him a small moment of confusion. The real surprising thing was that this person appeared stone drunk.
Even before the man had thrown the bottle of liquor at him, Jacks hand was already moving to intercept the improvised projectile, the force guiding his action. Seeing the blaster his mind immediately switched to a state of combat. Catching the bottle, he gathered the force inside him and thrust out his left hand before stopping short of his original intention. He realized this person must be one of the crew members of this ship. Jack didn't want to do anything rash, there were still too many unknowns in this entire situation.
Please put down the blaster, I don't want to have to hurt you.
He looked over at Myriana briefly, concern clearly showing in his face.
Myri?
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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on Jul 26, 2014 23:54:54 GMT -8
Myriana stammered, then snickered once and released Jack from her grasp. She transfered one of the knives to her off hand and looked at John with a snarky grin.
"Why John, this is dinner! Have you never cooked human flesh before?"
She giggled again and walked deeper into the kitchen.
"John, this is Jack Mapio. He's the icicle we got from those shady dealers yesterday. Jack, this is John Wilson, our weapons expert and makeshift mechanic."
She pushed her arms into the pantry and retracted them with multiple cans of spice in her grip. Then she placed them on the countertop and flipped a skillet out from the bottom drawer using her foot. It landed gracefully in her waiting right hand and she leaned to her left and grabbed some vegetables from the cooler.
"Play nice, boys. You're friends now. Otherwise you don't eat dinner, 'kay?"
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Post by John Wilson on Jul 29, 2014 16:48:34 GMT -8
John quickly dropped the blaster. If there was one thing worse then a stranger on board, it was missing another meal because he pissed off Myri. after eyeing the man Myri called Jack for a moment John gave a quick shrug and said in a half drunken stupor.
Make enough for seconds this time alright?
After finishing those words He stumbled over the the table and took a seat. His drunken euphoria was slowly being replaced by a hellish hangover. This want the first or last time john would swear off dark liquor, but at this point it had because just part of the ritual of drinking it. John took a momentary look at the broken bottle on the floor and then stared the stranger in the eyes.
So you were the pop sickle? i only have two questions for you. One, why did you have to break the bottle. It was the last one! Two, why the hell did they use ice? Where they trying to kill you or something?
John thought about the situtation his young coworker had gotten him into and then a sudden realization struck him
Oh shit, hes not frozen! Were not gonna get paid...
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Post by Jack Mapio on Jul 30, 2014 12:36:09 GMT -8
Jack continued to stand firm as Myriana gave him a brief introduction to the drunkard that stood in the doorway. The man was a mechanic. That statement gave him a little bit of information. The ship that he was on must be small, possibly a small transport. Although, he didn't know how anyone could trust a man who drinks that much to keep a starship working. Sometimes it was best not to question the equation as a whole when you do not have all the variables.
Jack relaxed as John lowered the blaster, he assumed the situation was just a mix of misunderstanding and alcohol. He guessed this "drink" was heavily mixed. Seeing John taking a seat at the table, he joined him at the opposite end. Hearing the mans words, Jack noticed that he seemed to be slurring much less then when he had entered the room. Jack looked over at where he had been previously standing seeing the shards of glass and the small brown pool.
Well, one, when someone is pointing a blaster at you sometimes the highest priority is not to save the alcohol. He looked back at john. Although it is a shame. He chuckled before responding to the second question. That was my first thought too! The science of cryonics may have been a dead science for what, well as long as hyperspace travel has existed at least; but, you would think if someone wanted to transport somebody like they they could have at least used liquid carbonite, or, well, it doesn't matter.
Johns words made Jack realize something. He shouldn't be alive right now. He was still delirious when he had gotten out of the cryopod but it did look as if the cryostasis was achieved solely through the use of water ice. In fact, immediately after leaving the cryopod, he ceased feeling cold anymore, even if his clothes were still soaked. He should have had at least a mild case of hypothermia. The equation had just gotten longer; more unknown variables being added.
He turned around to address Myriana, his voice returning to a serious tone. I'm sorry to keep asking you questions, but is there anything more you can tell me about this informant that you were to bring me too, or who hired you to do it? He brought his hands together, resting his chin on the top of his knuckles. Also,exactly how much do you know about my father?
Jacks memory was starting to bother him. He knew that he could not have been in the cryopod for long and the last thing that he could remember was being on Tatooine, although even that memory seems fuzzy. He couldn't remember exactly why he had been there.
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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on Aug 1, 2014 16:31:41 GMT -8
Myriana, balancing several pots, utensils and ingredients over three of her limbs, found the questions slightly distracting.
"I wasn't there, Jack. Sorry. Our former captain, Quinton, was the one who set up the job. He picked you up with the rest of the cargo. I'm sure he had no idea you were in that tube, he was probably a little guilt-ridden for leaving us when he got that job offer. Also, I know very little about your dad."
She shifted her weight around and threw the different items she was balancing around the kitchen, causing them to land in a cinematic fashion on the counter.
"You can talk to my dad if you want. He knew him really well. And he'd know more about what your situation might be than I would."
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Post by Jack Mapio on Aug 5, 2014 20:21:57 GMT -8
Jack shook his head. Of course she didn't have any answered. Why would she? At the moment the equation seemed as if it wanted to remain unsolved. Jack would do everything in his power to change that. He hated the unknown, the unsolved, mysteries. Sometimes his curiosity would get the best of him, which if he had to take a guess was why he was in in current predicament.
He sighed. No, its fine. I'm just trying to piece together what happened. Trying to get as much information as possible. Honestly I should probably not be rushing right now, I don't know how long I was in that pod or what it did to me. He bright his head up again and looked at Myriana, missing the cinematic display. Also, I guess I should thank you. I still may have no Idea why I was in that cryopod, but I know It would not have been any place good.
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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on Aug 10, 2014 21:22:38 GMT -8
"It's no trouble at all. To be honest, though, it was my dad that prompted me to free you. I had no idea you were in there."
Myri turned around and faced Jack. Her face displayed mild, but sincere, concern. Behind her, the meat she had been preparingwas cut and ready to be cooked. Various spices and seasonings were sprinkled around, and cooking utensils were scattered over the countertop, covered in butter, batter and dripping liquids.
"We're headed to Coruscant right now. Like it or not, you'll meet my dad when we get there. And if anyone knows what's going on with you, it'd be him. So, for the meantime, we'll not worry about it. Let's just get this food ready and get away from wherever we found you."
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Post by Jack Mapio on Aug 14, 2014 14:40:04 GMT -8
He chuckled. Well, I guess this is out of my hands for now. Im guessing If I was the only thing you were to hand over to this informent, there wont be any clues in the rest of that cargo. I guess this is just going to have to stay a mystery for a little while longer.
He sighed and tried his best to put the mystery in the back of his mind. It did't work and he knew it would bug him until it was figured out. These kinds of things usually bugged him unless he knew the answer. This one just happened to be a little more important then other times.
Well then, putting that matter aside for now, what caused someone like you to be on a ship like this, whatever kind of ship this is...
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Post by Landrin Starholder on Aug 21, 2014 11:54:32 GMT -8
Landrin sat at the controls and pulled up the Holonet. He searched for recent bounty postings, to see how active the bounty on him was. Going to the capital, one cannot be too cautious. As he had done for many years, he looked at the rewards for Mia's safe return. They had been paid out. Although the name of the recipient was not listed, he was glad that he now knew where he could find her, although "kidnapping" her for a second time might not be the best idea. Still...
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Post by Avaro Qoode on Aug 21, 2014 12:01:28 GMT -8
Avaro paced around the cabin nervously. He had never before left Rodia, and quite honestly, never attended to. Normally, he would not be nerous over new experiences, but he had been thrust into a position of authority that he was not sure he was prepared for. He looked around at the other passengers, both of whom he thought he knew well enough. But their captain... he was a mystery to him. Although the young man had arrive at Equator City at the same time as Avaro himself, he had still not gotten to know this young Jedi. When he saw that Landrin was not coming out to the cabin, Avaro headed to the cockpit and entered.
He saw what Landrin had pulled up on the computer screen.
So what you lookin' at?
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Post by Landrin Starholder on Aug 21, 2014 12:05:44 GMT -8
Landrin was so engrossed in the bounty posting, that he did not hear the tale-tell "whoosh" of the door opening. Landrin jumped with a start when the Rodian spoke. He turned off the monitor, leaned back in the chair, and sighed.
My past.
He motioned for Avaro to take to co-pilot's seat.
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Post by Avaro Qoode on Aug 21, 2014 12:07:17 GMT -8
Avaro too the seat offered to him.
Please, go on.
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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on Aug 23, 2014 8:51:50 GMT -8
"Quite honestly, it was an impulse. I've... lived at home for my whole life. You know my dad; at least, by name, if nothing else. He was a big explorer, loved to travel, looking for new places and relics of the past. I loved traveling, but I wanted to do it by myself. So I signed on as a crew member and eventually inherited the ship."
Myriana could not repress a dorky smile. Her bangs fell around her eyes, and her voice dropped into hushed tones.
"The rest of the crew has no idea who I am, really. I'm sure you can tell, being a Jedi and all."
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Post by Jack Mapio on Aug 25, 2014 15:10:54 GMT -8
Jack chuckled at Myriana's reply.
Well, that I can understand. I never knew my father well, but, I know that he was an inventor, tinkerer, or whatever you want to call it. I have always been fascinated by how and why things work, and how to make new things. I guess doing what you love to do can bring you to strange places. You got a ship and I got myself frozen...
He sat straight up and his sences went into overdrive when she said that he was a jedi. He hadn't exactly been hiding his force presence. Honestly he hadn't thought that it was necessary,in hindsight however he probably should have. However he also hadn't been broadcasting the fact that he was force sensitive either. He took a short breath to calm himself and looked at Myriana again this time letting himself over to the force. Now clear as day he could feel the force emanating from her, and from the feeling she was either a Jedi, or at least someone of the light side of the force. Jack replied in a hused tone.
Uh well... Am I force sensitive? Yes. Do I know how to use a lightsaber and not chop some part of me off? Yes. Am I a Jedi, uh not so much.
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Post by Landrin Starholder on Aug 25, 2014 16:57:12 GMT -8
Landrin leans back in his chair and pauses before speaking. He tries to decide which information this curious Rodian needs to know.
I grew up on the streets. From my earliest memories I was a pickpocket and a thief, ;earning to use everything to help myself survive. Eventually, six years ago, I was able to leave that life behind and found myself on Chandrilla. There my life changed. My friends and I sneaked into a local bureaucrat's home to acquire an object of extreme importance. Although unsuccessful, what I acquired eventually became worth more to me than riches. The daughter of that bureaucrat was engaged to be married to someone she hated and, I swore on my honor that I would save her from that fate. he whispers her nameMia Ikova. At her insistence I "kidnapped" her and for three years we fled, jumping from system to system, always trying to stay one step ahead of the bounty hunters. Three years ago, on Corellia, my luck failed me. I alone of my friends survived. The bounty hunter eventually returned her to her family, from what I can tell from the bounty postings, and I spent the time trying to find her. I swore to protect her and intended to keep my word. I engaged in this futile search until the day I received a vision from the force that led me to Rodia. And now I am going to Coruscant. Funny, I have a strange feeling the end of my search approaches.
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