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Post by Benjamin 'Smitty' Smith on Oct 21, 2013 7:39:59 GMT -8
Ben fell a bit into the Force, just enough so he can tell what everyones intentions are and still be able to use his eyes so no one can easily sneak up on him as he slowly drank his beer
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Carson Lone
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Post by Carson Lone on Oct 22, 2013 8:26:20 GMT -8
A Davaab-type starfighter drops out of hyperspace, and moves in towards the orbit of Nar Shaddaa. Over an open transmission channel, the man at the helm of the starfighter called out.
Carson Lone, seekin' clearance to approach orbit an' requestin' route for landin' path.
His voice was a bit on the verge of sounding bored. A gauntleted hand scratches at the scars on his left cheek, while his blue eyes lingered on the computer scan. With the few depressions of the controls on the computer he begins running a passive scan, it was possible that the air traffic control would reply over a different frequency, and he had to make sure that there wasn't any unsavoury types laying in wait for him here.
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Lia Corusa
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 23, 2013 20:00:51 GMT -8
Bounty - Nar Shaddaa Space - Main BridgeBounty's XO, Mirta Intal watched the tactical display, keeping a weather eye on the insystem traffic from her position on Bounty's bridge. With the ship fully masked, she appeared to conform to legal civilian armaments and shields. The XO nodded to a comm officer and took the reply to the incoming hail herself, touching a comm panel.This is Bounty to Kimoglia, you are cleared to the main hangar. Noting the name, evidently a Mandalorian, Mirta continued to watch the ship, and any others that caught her gaze.Holdout's BarLiam listened, intrigued by the young man's story. He chuckled inwardly. Who would have thought breaking up a fight would have unearthed such a convoluted tale, and such a chance for adventure and excitement. Living a life his own way, Liam took greatest pleasure from a challenge. And nothing was more challenging than the female, in his experience. Blaster-toting females who ensnared and took into servitude vulnerable young men like Jeris, well. Plus, in his own estimation, if she had given the hutt's butt of a twi'lek a shiner, then she had to be alright in his book. This was a situation he could find a challenge and entertainment in.Well, I can't say I blame you. In my experience mate, if a woman's got a gun on you, best not to upset her. Now, kriff the dishwashing, mate. At the very least I can find the pair of you decent jobs. Liam changed tack quickly, his mind racing with the possibilites.Now, there are women, and there are women. You say this one's lasted aboard unregistered and undetected for some time, so she can obviously take care of herself. The good news is, we can rule out her being a Mando, they don't tend to enforced servitude. Not honorable. Liam ticked off points on his fingers as he spoke. She needs money, so she's on the run. That's about the only reason I know for someone to not use their own credits in their own bank accounts. Plus, she's smart. Bounty is one of the safest places for someone on the run. Mobile, and pretty cosmopolitan, hundreds of different species, thousands of beings coming and going. If she'd had enough credits, we'd never have found her, probably. Another idea hit him, and he changed tack again.Have you ever done surveillance work? Perfect for a lad like you. Vidscreens and comm systems, your own workspace, decent workmates, no drunk Twi'leks, except on screen. Liam took a gulp of his whiskey, polishing it off. Ha! Liam stood up and clapped Jeris not too roughly on the back. Well, lad, let's go meet this woman in your closet!
Jeris sighed, waiting for that ‘liquid courage’ to kick in and propel him forward with no regrets, but it never came. “Man, I’m gonna be sorry about this later,” he said with resignation, scratching nervously at his cheek. “But… okay. One meeting with the scary blond in my closet coming right up.” He shook off his jitters and sucked in a calming breath, nodding to himself. He could just picture Lia’s reaction. Blaster bolts and punching and lots of screaming. He winced. “Yep. Gonna be sorry.” And Jeris led Liam out of the bar and into the ship.
He stopped by the kitchens to snag a couple things first, stuffing handfuls of bread and dumplings into a bag. “She seems to chill out if you give her food,” Jeris quietly mentioned to Liam as they left the kitchen with their edible offerings. “Maybe she won’t kill me if I have dumplings.” The jumpy dishwasher lead Liam through the hallways and up the lift. The closer they got to his rooms, the more Jeris began to sweat, and the more terrifying the looming encounter became. He almost chickened out when they reached his door, but it was pointless to back out now. Liam knew she was in there. What was to stop him from investigating while Jeris was at work? Other than a sense of honor, of course. But better to break the news to Lia as a team, with someone there that she already knew. “Look, just…” Jeris wiped at his brow, pale and clammy, and turned to face Liam with an anxious expression. He didn't care if the man thought him a wimp for being so fearful. He hadn't lived in the same room with this woman for a week. “…whatever happens in there, I’m sorry ahead of time. She’s not a villain. But she’s like a wild animal, and she’s not expecting you, and that’s a really bad combo. So.” He paused, swallowing. “Be ready. Just let me go in first? Once she figures out she’s been made, well… Maybe I can talk her down a little.” With a deep breath, Jeris opened the door to his room…
…and nearly walked right into the business end of a DL-44, leveled steadily at his face. A pair of vivid green eyes stared down the barrel at Jeris, glinting aggressively. “Surprise,” Lia purred. “Next time you wanna talk about your betrayal, don’t do it standing outside your gorram door.” Jeris gulped, mouth dry, eyes crossed as he tried to look at the barrel in front of his nose. “Um. I can explain.”“I’m sure you can.” Lia glared, mind racing. This was a bad position, cornered in his room. She was tensed to throw punches and run, find some other hiding spot until they landed, but after a quick assessment of the situation, the stowaway realized she’d never make it past the door. Her eyes fell on the man behind Jeris, hastily sizing him up. Immediately, Lia knew she wasn't dealing with another soft-hearted boy. Strong build, clever glimmer in his eyes, confident set to his shoulders. There was none of the docile inexperience of Jeris in his stance. He stood like he was sure of himself and his abilities, and she doubted he’d just let her blow past without a fight. Carefully angling herself, the young woman stepped aside, keeping her weapon up and ready. Whatever these two had planned, better they were inside. She needed a clear shot to the door in case she didn't like what Jeris had to ‘explain’. “Get inside,” she snapped, jerking her chin towards the bedroom. Her blond hair spilled over her shoulders at the movement. “And keep your hands where I can see them. Both of you.”Jeris went without a word, clearly panicking. He sat on the small single bed in the corner, clutching the bag of food like a life vest. Lia eyed the man in the doorway, prepared to move if he tried anything. Rule number one of surviving alone: everyone is an enemy, unless proven otherwise. Jeris, although he’d ratted her out, had proven his harmlessness. This guy, however… He was an unknown. Usually, Lia just shot unknowns and asked questions later. But this wasn't some grimy alley on Nar Shaddaa. This was a ship. A big ship. Things had to be done carefully here. After all, she just wanted a ride, and he didn't have that unsavory, greasy expression most creeps wore when they looked at her. “Well? You coming in, or do you need some encouragement?” Lia flicked the safety on her blaster.
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Post by Trull Ordo on Oct 23, 2013 20:15:41 GMT -8
Copy that. Bounty. Landing now. Saying 'thanks' would have been trite. Ornik swung his heavy fighter down and over, dropping through the emptiness between the two craft until he reached the invisible barrier and passed through it. Immediately he felt the differences in handling his ship as it became an atmospheric craft again - the simple presence of air changed a lot of things about the way a ship handled. Ornik landed immediately and disembarked. As usual, Seven-Six whistled at him in pretended separation anxiety, and as usual Ornik ignored the droid. Seven-Six would bitch on for a while longer before he finally got down to his actual business of running diagnostics and organizing the necessary repairs and refits, and they would be ready and waiting for him to assess when Ornik came back.
The Mandalorian had stepped out of his craft and immediately donned his armor. He was almost never seen out of it; and for a man like Ornik, it was somewhat necessitated. His particular style did not lend itself to making friends.
Carrying his sword, knives, and both his pistols, he activated his HUD and started searching for Darian, trying to track down the signal on his helmet. Where he ended up, however, was what looked like a large casino.
Not what I wanted. Immediately, Ornik was attracting attention that he could do without; though was to be expected. A huge Mandalorian in black armor was bound to be an object of note, no matter where he ended up. So Ornik did what he always did: ignored everybody around him and kept looking for Darian, cutting through the crowd as he scanned the casino.
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Post by Liam Blood on Oct 24, 2013 0:36:08 GMT -8
Well, he couldn't say he hadn't asked for this. With a couple of drinks in him, and a scent of adventure, he'd taken things in stride, and walked into a room with a blaster-toting female. Now, he'd have to be careful. Instantly he dismissed trying to scare her. It was never good if that backfired. Seduction was out, with Jeris there. He decided he would use the used-speeder salesman. Liam raised his hands a little from his sides, but held the palms up and open. He let his face slip into a salesman's grin, open, and friendly. He kept his voice even, agreeable, reasonable.
Whatever you say. You're the one with the blaster. DL-44, nice, plenty of power.
He walked slowly into the room, keeping his palms open and visible. As he walked, and talked, he watched. Always a view to where her barrel was pointed. He had his own disruptor pistol, but it didn't have a stun setting. He could get backup if he could get to his comlink in his top pocket, or the room's comm panel, provided it wasn't already tampered with. He watched Lia too. She was attractive, but his mind put that well aside while he dealt with the issue of the blaster. In this, he noticed, but paid no attention to it for the time being. His first priority was to get her to lower the blaster. The room didn't seem to include much that he could use as a weapon or a distraction, and he got the impression this one wouldn't be an easy mark, confirming his earlier inferences about her abilities. He'd try to treat her like a professional, and see if that worked.
I wouldn't blame Jeris here. The lad almost took a beating for the food he's bringing you.
Liam leaned against a wall, slightly slouched, so his open hands were held out in front of him, keeping them as low as Lia would allow. He took the time to look around the room. Jeris would likely try to stay out of the way, and allow Liam to take the lead. So it was down to how good Lia was, and whether she'd need some convincing of Liam's sincerity, and or capabilities.
Now, before you decide it would be easier to shoot us both and make a run for it, let me point out that I am in a position to solve any and all monetary or employment problems you may or may not have.
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Post by Benjamin 'Smitty' Smith on Oct 24, 2013 12:11:00 GMT -8
Ben watch the pair of men leave then returned to his beer
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Lia Corusa
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 24, 2013 15:16:53 GMT -8
Well, he couldn't say he hadn't asked for this. With a couple of drinks in him, and a scent of adventure, he'd taken things in stride, and walked into a room with a blaster-toting female. Now, he'd have to be careful. Instantly he dismissed trying to scare her. It was never good if that backfired. Seduction was out, with Jeris there. He decided he would use the used-speeder salesman. Liam raised his hands a little from his sides, but held the palms up and open. He let his face slip into a salesman's grin, open, and friendly. He kept his voice even, agreeable, reasonable.Whatever you say. You're the one with the blaster. DL-44, nice, plenty of power.
He walked slowly into the room, keeping his palms open and visible. As he walked, and talked, he watched. Always a view to where her barrel was pointed. He had his own disruptor pistol, but it didn't have a stun setting. He could get backup if he could get to his comlink in his top pocket, or the room's comm panel, provided it wasn't already tampered with. He watched Lia too. She was attractive, but his mind put that well aside while he dealt with the issue of the blaster. In this, he noticed, but paid no attention to it for the time being. His first priority was to get her to lower the blaster. The room didn't seem to include much that he could use as a weapon or a distraction, and he got the impression this one wouldn't be an easy mark, confirming his earlier inferences about her abilities. He'd try to treat her like a professional, and see if that worked.
I wouldn't blame Jeris here. The lad almost took a beating for the food he's bringing you. Liam leaned against a wall, slightly slouched, so his open hands were held out in front of him, keeping them as low as Lia would allow. He took the time to look around the room. Jeris would likely try to stay out of the way, and allow Liam to take the lead. So it was down to how good Lia was, and whether she'd need some convincing of Liam's sincerity, and or capabilities.Now, before you decide it would be easier to shoot us both and make a run for it, let me point out that I am in a position to solve any and all monetary or employment problems you may or may not have.
Lia threw a quick sidelong glance at Jeris to make sure he was still sitting on the bed. He was. Good. “I just need a ride, and no questions asked.” She paused, chewing on the offer. “I’d have been much happier just sitting all this out in the closet, but since I’m out, yeah, I’ll work for my passage. But I need details.” Lia slowly and with much hesitation lowered her blaster, letting her arm rest at her side, but she kept the weapon out of the holster at her hip. If she didn't like his next answer, she could easily bring it back up. Tensed to react if she needed to, she set her jaw and stared at Liam, an unapologetic attitude decorating her features. “I can’t work in the kitchens, so what else you got in mind, boss-man? Bar tending? Store clerk? Cleaning toilets?”
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Post by Taung H'rel on Oct 27, 2013 19:16:49 GMT -8
As 'Suzy', broke atmosphere and the team had broken up to various parts of the ship, Taung remained in the common area, sitting in one corner, leaning back thinking. It scared him that he had almost made a mistake like that, suggesting that they go to a Sith planet in the middle of a war with his 17 year old force sensitive daughter. They would have been detected even before they had even reached a space lane to approach the planet. Clearly he was going to have to shift his thinking. There were inquiries he could make, who knew if they would go anywhere, but the attempt would be better than what he had originally planned.
Shaking his head he stood up and headed for Gaeza's cabin, gently knocking on the hatch.
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Post by Benjamin 'Smitty' Smith on Nov 25, 2013 16:37:27 GMT -8
Looking at Ben from the back youd see three sword hilts, which is a Vibrosword, one over his left shoulder, which is a 49" Phrik sword, one over his right shoulder and one just behind his head, which is a skull hilted broadsword with two throwing daggers hidden in the hilt as well as a hilt on either side of his waist which are twin scimitars. He gently grips his beer around the neck with his glove-covered mechanical hands as he finishes one another replaces it, so far hes drank 3 beers and working on his fourth.
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Post by Benjamin 'Smitty' Smith on Jan 1, 2014 14:55:51 GMT -8
Having drank 8 beers Ben settles his tab and mutters to the barkeep "If anyone comes asking for a pilot send them to the Enterprise A." and he turns around and leaves for his ship.
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Post by Benjamin 'Smitty' Smith on Jan 2, 2014 9:03:18 GMT -8
Once Ben reached his ship he used the force to lower the ramp before striding in then closing the ramp then he set the proximity alarm and night watch systems then heads to his room strips of his weapons and stashing them about the room then shedding his clothes and climbing into bed to sleep for a while.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 15:13:05 GMT -8
A modified Nemesis class patrol ship dropped from hyperspace with that distinctive flash and progressed toward Nar Shaddaa.
Flicking several switches engaged the scrambler and changed the vessels identification signature and call sign, Pathogen then disengaged the scrambler, something that if detected would be remarked as a burst of static, that of course would be taken note of on half a dozen security conscious planets but not on Shaddaa. This wasn't the scum, oh no, this was the scum, on the stool of the flea, that was living of the vermin, that's how low this planet was, and it suited Pathogen right down to the ground. For if one wanted to go unnoticed, unhindered and knew that the rules you could thrive. Here, credits, information, and being handy in a fight were tools of the trade. Here was a good place to start to seek the Exchange.
::Wondrous Blunder, you have entered the territorial space of Caldozza the Hutt we humbly accept your donation of five hundred credits to land at platform 51B::
Knowing that it was not a freely given donation and the alternative was annihilation Pathogen wordlessly completed the transaction, the Hutts didn't care who you were, or why you came so long as you paid.
The "Wondrous Blunder", as the vessel was now tagged flew down through the smog of Nar Shaddaa and found its way toward the designated unkempt landing pad.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 23:08:37 GMT -8
The small a-wing appeared in a flash of white light as it decelerated from it's trip through hyperspace to Nar Shaddaa. Fenrir begun activating it's sublight controls as he engaged the thrusters as he aimed towards the moons surface, aiming for a landing pad in the Corellian Sector that Orbital Control had marked for him
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Mar 11, 2014 6:21:27 GMT -8
The Midnight Shadow took her leave of the Smuggler's Moon, Leeza piloting the freighter with an almost textbook precision which was fairly remarkable considering that she had a drink, was trying to deal with a unknown variable and an unhappy captain. The ship cruised through the orbit until it neared the edge of the hyperspace lane. The ship was ready, locked and loaded and she slipped the headset on again, hitting the button on the intercom. "Prepare for the jump to hyperspace."
It was pretty formal and polite, when the terribly uncouth phrase in her head was "Hang on to your butts." She punched the controls and the Shadow barely skipped a beat, launching into the swirling blue auras of the hyperspace. Leeza always found the lights mesmerizing but there was no time to sit and be tranced out by the passing of the galaxy outside the window. Now that the pilot work was done, she was free to lend Adrien a hand if he needed it in the back.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 13, 2014 7:53:03 GMT -8
The Cutlass blasted out of the atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa at break-neck speed. The Captain cared not for local system speed limits, he had a job to get to. The job was very time sensitive, spend too long collecting crew and risk missing the job completely. The Carrack-class cruiser quickly calculated the jump to hyperspace and vanished as soon as it could, there was one more person he needed!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 18:31:32 GMT -8
*From the depths of space a YV-929-armed freighter dropped out of hyperspace and took up post in high orbit. Below them was a planet covered in spawling urban levels of one massive city. The lights from the city itself shown like thousands of stars from the dark half of the planet below.* "This is it, where I was born. You thought Tatooine was bad. This place is crawling with millions of sentients, most of them not the friendly sort." *He hit several small controls on the panel, relaying a message to the planet below. Anyone listening in would believe this was a Hutt ship requesting special landing permissions at a specific warehouse. The type of message no one wanted to delve to deep into.* "From here on out we shouldn't have to many problems."
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Post by Zeeb on Apr 8, 2014 1:02:01 GMT -8
As the ship entered orbit Zeeb looked down upon the planet, listening to Carver. " I understand." She responded. " it dues look very crowded there." she agreed. " I can see why a lot may not be friendly. Be a good place to hide, with so many, one can just blend in easy."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2014 19:47:58 GMT -8
*Carver gave a simple nod.* "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer." *Taking the controls of the ship once again, he turned the freighter towards the planet. Powering up the engines, he willed the ship into the planets surface. Their destination, New Vertrica.*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 18:46:32 GMT -8
*From the depths of space a YV-666 light freighter dropped out of hyperspace. The rust colored freighter slowed its speed as it made for the planet. Unbeknownst to the occupants of the ship, predatory eyes were watching. Those eyes belonged a being clad in black Katarn class armor, drifting in space anchored only to a chunk of debris drifting in the ships path. With their guard down, the pilot nothing of passing over the debris. Being so close to home, the threat of attack seemed nonexistent. Keeping a steady course the ship passed within feet of the object and the predator it carried.*
*As the ship passed over, the hunter detached the safety line and pushed off the debris. Reaching out, she grabbed a hold of the underside of the ship and let it carry her with it. Pulling a small datapad from a pouch at her side, she inserted it into a dataport on the ships undercarriage. With in seconds a small access door opened near her. Silently she pulled herself inside and close the hatch behind her. Inside the cockpit, the pilots were completely unaware that their systems had been breached and danger was inside their very halls. Without a sound the hunter made her way through the ship, placing remote detonators in key places. Reaching the end a of a corridor, she placed for charges in the shape of a square and marked in location in her HUD. With all the charges set she made her way towards the main objective.*
*Inside a small room sat a computer terminal, inside that terminal was valuable trade information. Well...valuable to a Hutt anyway, or anyone looking for an edge against the cartel. The details didn't matter, just that she needed to obtain the information. Not for her sake, but for the one signing her check. Inserting a data cylinder into the computers main port, she transferred all the needed information onto the device. With the job done, she turned to leave the room, only to come face to face with a male Weequay. Upon spotting the intruder, the Weequay went for his blaster, but the infiltrator got to hers first. She pulled out her hellfire pistol in a flash and fired. With a resounding bang, the slugthrower discharged its metal projectile straight into the Weequays chest. Before he hit the ground the hunter was already past him and heading down the hallway. The sounds of shouting could be heard behind her. She came to a stop at the spot where she had left the four charges attached to the wall. Removing what life line she had attached to her belt, she anchored it to the wall. She looked up just in time to see three figures round the corner. They spotted her and raised their blaster. But had not time to fire. With the click of a button every remote detontar in the ship went of.*
*The four behind the infiltrator went off, tearing a massive hole in the ship. Instantly the air inside the vessel rushed out into the vacuum of space. The three figures were drug out with the rushing air, their screams of fear quickly drowned out by the lack of oxygen. The ship shuddered as explosions rocked through its hull. Detaching the life line, the hunter pushed off from the floor and floated out and away from the ship. She watched as the explosives tore the ship into three pieces. Her eyes then drifted to the red indicator signal blinking inside her helmet, her ride was here. Turning her head, she saw a LAAT gunship pointed solid black close in on her. The side bay door was open, allowing her to drift inside. Once past the threshold, the doors closed. Inside her helmet she could her a voice speak to her.*
::You get it Korra?::
-Korra-
::Yeah. I got it.::
::Alright. You're about to make some Hutt very happy and us quite a few credits as well::
*The gunship roared away from the remains of the freighter before jumping to hyperspace.*
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 10, 2014 19:51:27 GMT -8
**An MC-24a shuttle drops out of hyperspace above the orbit of Nar Shaddaa. Lord Ferinus looked from his chair at the sprawling city-planet below. The Sith twisted his lips into a smile.**
"What's that old line about scum and villainy, AR-4?"
**He guided the ship to touch down upon the surface.**
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