Lord Nexus
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Post by Lord Nexus on Jan 21, 2021 12:25:26 GMT -8
The Man in black nodded as the Herglic introduced himself. His eyes remained on the mercenary, though occasionally they would shift out of focus - not as though going blank, but rather looking at something else without actually looking at it. Subtle shifts in lighting or unannounced sounds; the subtle shift of an astromech droid, or a panel flickering to life - those were often what caused the shifts in focus. The man was alert, and seemed uneasy - he was, after all, a man out of time.
He a strange aura about him, the man in black. As the Herglic had surmised, he was incomplete- not weak but not fully comprehensible. To the trained mind, the damage to his mind could be felt, and yet rather than submission, a sensation of stubborn, indominable persistence could be felt - something that did not show itself in the man's physical appearance. There was a deep dark font that he was drawing from, yet it felt distant - an echo of what would normally be a roar.
To the untrained mind, the man in black was a cacophony of disjointed sounds and feelings - a maelstrom of pain, rage and hatred. Those who could not filter out the force would feel a deep sense of nausea, as their minds were overwhelmed by this anomaly. It was off putting to juxtapose the aura with the figure - it was unnatural.
When Dolmin asked for his name, the man in black paused - contemplating the answer to give him. He was meant to keep a low profile - Lord Sinistra warned him that the galaxy would not respond kindly to his return. He was presumed dead, and the galaxy had made peace with that - if it had become known that the scourge of war was walking among them, panic would spread, and that would upset the fragile balance that permeated through the planets. It was too soon, and the Enclave was not yet ready to make itself known.
Even so, Dolmin had been employed by the Enclave, and the man in black was not one for lying. So he spoke the truth.
"My name... is Darth Nexus, though it would be best not to say the name aloud. If we are in public, you make call me Malakaii. Few know that name these days."
Saying his name aloud caused the man's aura to spike, as though he had evoked some long dormant memory. The echoes were roars for a second - it was the first time he had said his own name since he woke. The Dark Lord, as he had now made himself known, watched the Herglic's face, curious if his reputation was still known, or if An Tiarna's crusade had ended in success - wiping his name from the annals of history as punishment for his betrayal. After a moment passed, Darth Nexus spoke once more.
"And should you seek further employment, I could use a capable mercenary on this journey to Manaan. Once you are done with any tasks that the Enclave has given you..."
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Post by Dolmin Teague on Jan 21, 2021 13:10:30 GMT -8
"My name... is Darth Nexus, though it would be best not to say the name aloud. If we are in public, you make call me Malakaii. Few know that name these days." Saying his name aloud caused the man's aura to spike, as though he had evoked some long dormant memory. The echoes were roars for a second - it was the first time he had said his own name since he woke. The Dark Lord, as he had now made himself known, watched the Herglic's face, curious if his reputation was still known, or if An Tiarna's crusade had ended in success - wiping his name from the annals of history as punishment for his betrayal. After a moment passed, Darth Nexus spoke once more.
"And should you seek further employment, I could use a capable mercenary on this journey to Manaan. Once you are done with any tasks that the Enclave has given you..." |
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Post by Lord Nexus on Jan 21, 2021 13:38:42 GMT -8
"...O-Oh, right. That could certainly be n-negotiated. I believe that to be in the purview of my contract with the Enclave, as it were. Mister...Malakaii, was it? If you'll follow me, I'll show you around the ship, and help you get settled in. It'll be a few days' journey, so I'm sure you'll want to know your way around."He seemed to shuffle-step for a moment, almost unsure of his footing. His body was trying to catch up with itself after such an exchange. And he looked at the cargo boarding ramp as though it was a foreign sight for the briefest of moments; almost as if he was wondering where such a thing could have come from...
"We shall speak further upon our arrival..." As they ascended the ramp, Nexus paused for a moment, turning to take one fleeting glance at the hangar. These were the first steps on his new journey - he could have remained on Mykyr and recover, as Lord Sinistra had suggested, but he was uneasy in times of peace. Stagnation was worse than death. He would seek out his fight, rather than wait for it to come to him. Ten years of torture and torment had primed his mind for this new path. Ever forward.As he slipped past the threshold of the ship's inner airlock, he saw something from the corner of his eye - something that he knew was not truly there. It was a woman, beautiful and clad in battle armor. She watched him with tear filled eyes, mouthing a word without sound - the Sith ignored the hallucination and continued aboard. She was not there, no - she was an aberration, a lasting reminder of the punishment that the Warriors of the Iron Fist subjected him to. But this was no longer his prison, and in this world, Darth Nexus knew that she was dead...dead by his hand.
The phantom reminded him of the price for his loyalty, and what came of it. He owed a debt to the Enclave - one that he intended to pay, yet once it was paid, he would serve no one.
The word that the phantom uttered clung to his mind however, and while there was no sound, it echoed in his mind.
"Traitor..."At the top of the ramp, Nexus pushed the words and ghosts from his mind, returning his attention to Dolmin |
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Dolmin Teague
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Post by Dolmin Teague on Jan 21, 2021 16:53:00 GMT -8
Dolmin's legs felt...heavier than usual, walking up the ramp was almost a chore. Yet, once he reached the cargo bay airlock, his footing slowly returned to him. This was home for him, especially now. The "Shen'Paak" - literally translated as "Mother Pod" in his native tongue, meaning "home" - had been his safe haven and closest ally in his tragic life. As he traversed the bulkhead, Dolmin absentmindedly placed his hand on the metal lip, a grateful pat for his old friend. As if to introduce the two of them to each other, he addressed the robed individual before him.
"Welcome to the Shen'Paak, Master Malakaii. She's not much, but she's home for me. We're currently in the cargo bay. Easiest way for me to get in and out of her, given my 'dimensions'. There's a pair of regular loading ramps amid-ship. They're easily-accessible for you smallish-types - no offense meant, of course. Just stating the obvious." He cleared his throat. "Uh, moving on..."
He walked them through the cargo bay, ushering them through the right of the two bay doors leading to the amid-ship area - namely, the machine shop area. To the right of them was his armor assembly and maintenance area. The massive droid arms held Dolmin's stark-black power armor in sectionalized pieces, ready to be assembled around the Herglic and allowing him to enter battle at his peak. To the left of them were, of course, the work benches used for every manner of maintenance on his weapons and armor. All of the tools were neatly stowed away, nothing out of place. Such was the discipline of the Cetacean mercenary.
"Amid-ships - all we have here is basically where I ready-up for missions, maintain my weapons, so on and so forth." The door to the forward section then opened, and they walked through. There were hallways splitting off to the left, and one to the right that quickly rounded a corner and went toward the fore of the ship. There was a doorway just to the left of them on the opposite wall, which Dolmin indicated next. "That's the entrance to the common area. Bar area, some small comforts - holoprojector, dejarik board, card table that doubles as a hangout spot. To the right, over here," He indicated a door at the corner of the right annex "these will be your quarters for the duration of the trip."
He showed Nexus into the room, which was a lot nicer than what was originally available. The whole room was upgraded; better bed, better decor, decent storage, even has its own mini-fridge that was stocked with a variety of drinks and such.
"I hope this will suffice for your needs. Galley is at the end of your hallway here on the right. I've converted the cabin next to you into a private 'fresher, accessible from your room via that door." He indicated the aforementioned entryway. "Sonic shower was a bit expensive, but I believe it's totally worth it. My room is pretty much the whole port-side of the ship. Cockpit's at the front. I'd ask that, while we're in-flight, you refrain from accessing that area. I'm sure you understand..."
He realized that he was throwing a lot of information at his passenger. Regardless, it needed to be said. Dolmin didn't mind being asked to transport the Sith Lord - a job was a job. He just liked for things to be manageable, and at least somewhat predictable. He decided to pause in that moment, allowing Nexus to process all of what he had been shown and told. The Herglic also hoped he wasn't being too pushy with his instructions. Sure, they were logical and understandable requests, but still, he didn't want to cause offense to his passenger.
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Lord Nexus
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Post by Lord Nexus on Jan 25, 2021 8:42:54 GMT -8
Shen'Paak, it was appropriate. While the Dark Lord did not speak his thought, it was apparent that he approved of the vessel. It was infectious, he could tell by the subtle movements and gestures in which Dolmin revealed, that showed true love for it. The Sith allowed the comfort and security to pass onto him, which was admittedly difficult given his recent experience - however while Dolmin did not truly understand the force, he would note the pacification of Nexus' aura. He was calmer, as he strode the halls with the Herglic. The abberation was gone - and now Dolmin had his full attention.
"Understood. I too am a pilot...I know the feeling."
As they walked through the vessel, Nexus had been mostly quiet apart from that singular statement. Dolmin may or may not find such behavior offputting, but Nexus had become stoic in his age - doubly so given his imprisonment. Words were not needed to fill empty air - he assessed the ship as he moved and soaked in the information without a complaint.
Darth Nexus made his way to the common area, not wanting to be confined to his quarters - he had been locked in a sarcophagus for 10 years - and small enclosed spaces did not appeal to him.
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Post by Dolmin Teague on Jan 25, 2021 9:41:50 GMT -8
The single statement from Nexus let Dolmin know one thing for certain - the man wasn't prone to idle speech. Dolmin could relate to that. In most of his dealings, he preferred to be seen, not heard. It was better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt. As he watched Nexus take one look at the room and then veer off toward the Common Area, he took a few moments to wander in behind him, having to duck, of course, to clear the bulkhead as he entered therein.He pointed out the large holoscreen on the right side against the wall, where there was a rather-large, very durable couch facing in its direction; and, to the right of it, a rather expensive-looking Herglic-sized recliner.
"Holovid terminal's got most of the latest flicks on it, if you're into that sort of thing. There's also a VI that answers to 'Shaara' that'll help with the 'vid library and any music requests you're into. Bar's open, if you'd like a drink. Just save me a few swigs of the top-shelf stuff, if you please. I'm gonna go get us underway. I'll page you on the intercom when it's time to strap in. Once we're clear of The Rock's gravity well, I'll set our course for Manaan. Jump to Hyper shouldn't be too far behind that. If you have any questions or need anything, you can ask Shaara to page me in the cockpit. I'll touch base with you once we're tubing."
Since Nexus referred to himself as a pilot, Dolmin figured he would understand the lingo of a spacefarer. "Tubing", of course, referring to the blue, tube-like effect of Hyperspace as it seemed to shift around their vessel. Simply referring to the entirety of Hyperspace as "Hyper" being another one of those terms. Once he'd said his piece, Dolmin began to head toward the door at the forward section of the common area.He paused for a moment, remembering one more essential bit of information. He looked back over his shoulder as he made mention of it to Nexus.
"Uh...if you fire up the holovids, I'd steer clear of the file labeled 'Paak Pretties'...that is, unless you're into Herglic porn. No judgment, okay? My poor heart won't survive it."
He turned back without waiting for a response, walking out the door towards the cockpit.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Jan 26, 2021 5:50:26 GMT -8
"I will keep that in mind."
As Dolmin exited the common area, Nexus surveyed his surroundings. He noted the respective furniture and placement of the bar. As the Herglic made his way to the cockpit, Nexus browsed the bar section for a brief moment, before procuring a Corellian Whiskey - while it was not his beverage of choice, it would alleviate some of the pain which he hid from his pilot.
Reaching for the glass - his tremor became apparent for a moment, as the container tapped against the metal surface of the bar with an alarming intensity. Taking a deep breath, Nexus settled his tremor by gripping his shaking hand by the wrist. He waited a few moments for the tremor to subside before he poured out the drink as a neat cocktail. Grabbing both the whiskey and the glass, he made his way to the nearest chair and sat down, feeling the ship lurch beneath him. This was the first time he had been on a ship while conscious since Lord Sinistra had rescued him, and it made him mildly unsettled to not be in command of the vessel.
He drained his glass in one smooth sip, allowing the warm sensation of alcohol permeate through his body. His tremor had subsided, but the pain was still there - a part of it would always be there, even so, the Sith did not allowed it to prevent him from relaxing.
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Post by Dolmin Teague on Jan 26, 2021 6:37:16 GMT -8
Dolmin entered the cockpit area of the freighter, and began looking over the readouts of his ship to make sure the pre-flight checks had all been completed. The diagnostics all read in the green, so the Herglic bull knew that it was time for him to initialize the startup procedure. He primed the engines, and the ship lurched beneath him, a sign that the ship's main reactor had initialized with no problems. After a few more checks, he got on the comms with the Hangar Control, readying them for takeoff.
Rock Actual, this is Barloz-class freighter Shen'Paak requesting departure clearance from Bay 12-C. Acknowledge?
There was a momentary pause, and then a clearance code came across Dolmin's screen.
Shen'Paak, this is Rock Actual. Clearance granted. Good luck out there.
Thanks, Rock Actual. May fortune favor you.
After closing the channel, the ship's engines fired up. Dolmin activated the repulsor-jets, and brought up the landing gear. After making sure all bulkheads were secured and pressurized, he eased the Shen'Paak out of the hangar bay and into the main channel, guiding the ship out of the atmospheric shields and out toward the stars. He paused for a moment, remembering that his passenger was still in the common area, and got on the intercom to let him know what to expect.
::We'll be engaging the main engines in approximately two minutes. Take necessary precautions. The inertial dampeners are good, but you'll still feel a bit of the kick once they light up. Teague, out.::
He cut the intercom off, and moved the ship into position. The countdown nearing its expiration, Dolmin hoped his warning was taken to heart by the robed man in his common area. It wasn't long after that the engines punched in, and the ship took off from the station as though it was struck by lightning. It was the only thrill that Dolmin got to experience from his ship, which was otherwise a sturdy old gal that got him from point A to point C, without leaving him at point B. After the ship's computers registered that they were far enough out from the station, Dolmin slowed the vessel to a nice cruising speed, and got up from his Captain's chair to walk over to the section of the cockpit where his navicomputer was. The system still had to be housed in its own bay, as the computer itself was too large to just place in the cockpit area and the amount of processing power it needed to function was something that couldn't be slaved to Dolmin's primary console. So, he had to manually plot out courses from the main terminal itself, and once it was done, he could control the plot adjustments and what-not from his seat. Once that was done, he walked back over and strapped himself in.Once the course was accepted and everything plotted out, Dolmin primed the Hyperdrive. After a few moments, everything was ready, and Dolmin reached over, grabbed the Hyperdrive throttle sticks, and pushed them all forward. The stars stretched over his canopy, and the Shen'Paak burst forth from The Rock into Hyperspace.
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Post by Aria on Feb 8, 2021 10:57:56 GMT -8
Arias X-70b Phantom approached the hangar. The graceful lines of the ship reflected the lights in the hangar while tacking a sharp yet graceful turn; comming to a near perfect landing though strategically placed with guns aimed directly at Calok Warrs ship. Though by the looks if it his ship wasn't going anywhere. "So this is where you've been hiding. Let's see if my trip was worth it"
The boarding ramp lowered and Aria stepped out. Her tight fiting tactical pants, black boots and tank top while flattering to her athletic figure didn't scream former Sith lord by any means. If anything she looked like a mercenary. Black and red tattoos on her shoulders bearing ancient text and a Therian imperial emblem of some kind. Few would recognize it. Her savers joined at their hilts by a 5 feet of razor chain one of the few indicators she was a force user; the other the absolute darkness surrounding her and the glow of her eyes.
As she met the bottom of the ramp; a few assasin droids were in step with her. She looked back at them and commanded them to stop. "Stay here. If anyone gets close to this ship. Kill them... and any witnesses." Here eyes darted around. Small fires burned and evidence of battle lay everywhere. Interesting though of little consequence to her at the moment. His ship was here but Calok wasn't anywhere to be seen, though there was a Bar. She shrugged and figured a drink couldn't hurt. She was likely going to be here a while.
She made her way over to the bar. The colors of the different lights and hangar atmosphere reflected off her platinum hair. She found a seat at the bar; this place too looks like it took a hit. She waived to the bartender. "Strongest thing you have please". She said please this was new. Never the less she couldn't help notice there was something off here.
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Post by Dolmin Teague on Sept 21, 2023 16:38:44 GMT -8
It had been some time since the events on Manaan. Dolmin had taken the Sith Lord, Nexus, to the ocean planet for a personal errand, and before he knew it, he was back among the stars. He recalled wishing the man well before stepping back onto his vessel, which was odd, as the Cetacean had never considered any of those who referred to themselves as "Sith" to be a "people person"; so wishing them well almost seemed counter-productive. Regardless, once he was back out in the starfield, it was a small matter to make his way back to The Rock and then continue his time with the Vegemite Enclave. So, he spent his time under his contract with them doing small jobs. Attending to supply runs, taking on short security jobs, bouncing at Lamia's Palace. He had kept himself raking in a steady flow of credits, using them to keep his ship maintained and keep himself fed, as well as save up a little for a rainy day. On this particular cycle, the Gijuan had just procured a restock on his supplies. The hume that showed up at the docking berth for the Shen'Paak with the delivery was a middle-aged gentleman with a prosthetic arm. He was also quite bald, although he had a rather-smashing beard. Just below his right eye was a small metal plate that looked to be grafted into his cheekbone, accompanied by a noticeable scar that seemed to travel from just over his brow to just below the small plate.*
*This particular "delivery boy" seemed a bit chatty, though. Dolmin picked up on the possibility that he was some sort of social butterfly, if not a bit random. Regardless, his stream of questions seemed never-ending. But Dolmin was actually enjoying the small-talk. He'd spent most of his time standing around in stoic silence; being seen and not heard.Well into the delivery now, the smallish hume was pushing a repulsor-cart stacked with crates toward the side-ramps of Dolmin's cargo bay. Dolmin was waiting at the top of the ramp, holding onto a datapad that was more like a small terminal in his hands. There were a lot of things that Dolmin had taken the effort to making life among smaller beings possible, including custom-made instruments and technology. This was the topic of discussion that the random delivery man was bringing up just now.
The small hume made a nod in the direction of Dolmin's datapad as he eased the cart in the direction that Dolmin was pointing him toward.
"That's not really 'standard issue', is it?"
Shakes his head "It's basically a modified dataterminal from MicroData Technologies. I've had to adapt a lot of different tech in order to make it easier for me to use. This whole ship has had some pretty extensive modifications done to it over the years."
Parking the cart, the hume moved around to the side to pick up a smaller crate, turning to carry it a bit further back in the bay. "If you don't mind me asking, like what?"
Dolmin tapped a few entries into the dataterm, considering his answer. "It's fine. I don't mind sharing, in fact, I'm pretty proud of this boat. She's had most of the crew bays and bulkheads modified for a more Herglic-friendly environment--big doors, that sorta thing." Setting his 'term down on a crate beside him, he moved over to grab one of the larger crates off the cart, lifting it handily with a small grunt of effort. "I've got two passenger compartments on the starboard side, but all of the port cabins? That's been modified for me. I gutted the entire thing out, set up a sponge bed that can support my frame, even put in a Cetacean-sized tub that I fill when I need a good soak. And also..." He paused his thought to place the crate where he wanted it "...the cockpit area has had more than a few adjustments made to it. The main console area's usually meant for two pilots. I had them remove that entire bank and replace it with a single, large capital-class console that I can sit behind."
That seemed to spark the hume's interest. He turned toward Dolmin and piped up.
"Really?"
Dolmin chuckled. "Oh, yeah. I think it's out of an Imp-II Star Destroyer. I had to totally rewire the whole thing so that it still worked with my Barloz, but I can also access my engines, shield distribution, comms, even weapons, all from the same console. Only time I've gotta turn to the back is when I gotta use the NavComp; but the captain's chair I had custom-made is a dream. Lets me maneuver all over the cockpit when I'm needing to make quick adjustments, then mag-locks when I'm in piloting mode in front of the yoke. Everything's got a custom grip and design for the, uh, sizable hands." He flexed his digits as he emphasized them.
Chuckles "I'll bet that makes grabbing onto a blaster grip difficult, eh?"
Shaking his head, Dolmin reached down to his thigh where his Bluebolt blaster rested in its break-away holster. Taking it out, he held it off to his side to show the random delivery boy his modded gun.
"All Herglic-friendly, my little hume friend. The trigger and grip on all of my blasters are bespoke. These are all that usually stand between life and death for someone like me, and it means that anyone else that might get their hands on my weapons on an off chance will find them unwieldy, at best."
Placing the gun back in its holster, the massive Cetacean noticed a bit of tension leaving his erstwhile delivery guy. He raised a hand in mild apology.
"Apologies, I just figured it was easier to show than to tell."
The man raised up his prosthetic hand to rub his bald dome as he let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, uh, it's nothing to apologize for. I was likely asking for it, with all of the mild interrogation."
Dolmin turned back toward the cart, expecting to still find several crates to offload. What he found, though, was that the whole thing had been offloaded in quick succession by the small hume before him. He turned toward the man with a bit of confusion on his features, motioning toward the cart with a point.
"Have I really been standing here jabbering so long that I missed out on all the work?"
With that, he let out a bit of a hearty laugh "Oh! No, no, my friend! It's just what I do for a living! It's been a family business for generations now...from Papa Crate Guy all the way back to my Great-Great Grandpappy Crate Guy! Might've even been another 'Great' or two in there somewhere. Anyway--I work fast, my great Gijuan friend! Now, let's see..." He grabs out his own much smaller datapad, tapping through a few screens to look through his delivery manifest "That's three large crates of various sundries, two crates of parts, one replacement tool crate, some six ammo crates - good gods, ye must be a merc or something!"
Dolmin nodded. "Yeah...I'm kinda working out of a contract for the Vegemites here. Haven't had to replenish my stores of ammo for a while now, but I figured I'd gear up just in case. Really, three of those are just power packs for my armor."
Raises an eyebrow "A Herglic...in power armor? That's...that's terrifying."
Dolmin chortled "Hopefully that's exactly how my enemies feel when they see me show up in it."
Nods slowly "I can certainly see how they might." Checking over his list on his datapad one more time, he remarked. "I'll be honest with you...I'm surprised not to see a lot more foodstuffs on here. Not trying to be rude. It's just unusually less than what I normally get for orders like this for a single client."
Dolmin nods, stepping over to one of the larger crates in the back. Each one of them were made of an amalgam of plasteel and metal, with a small interface on the top that was responsible for opening and sealing the crates at the touch of a button. Depressing the few buttons necessary to unseal and open the crate, Dolmin lifted the lid. He removed a single, vacuum-sealed packet of material, tossing it toward the delivery guy, who caught it with an unsteady hand due to the unexpected throw.
"Dehydrated nutrient packs?"
Nods "Yup. It's what I've gotten used to, floating out in the black. Meets my dietary requirements, and even has a few boosters in there to help me keep my edge. I have some frozen stock that I keep when I wanna have a meal with a bit of luxury, but, for the most part, it's this."
Handing the package back to the Herglic, the man rested his arm on the control handles for the repulsor-cart, leaning on it with an impressive balance. Dolmin was actually somewhat amazed at the talent it took to keep the hovering cart in place and still lean on it for support.
"Huh...ya learn something new every cycle." Looking over the 'pad one more time, he grabbed out his stylus, signing a few things before turning to offer the slate to Dolmin "If you wanna look this over to make sure everything's above-board, we can wrap this up so we can both get on with our day."
Dolmin carefully grabbed the device and looked over the screen, mentally checking off everything to make sure the cargo listed was all there. Once he confirmed it, he handed the 'pad back to the hume.
"Looks like it's all there. If I go through them and find a shortage, I'll contact the company and get it resolved. You've more than done your job, for sure."
Nods, placing the datapad back into the cargo sled's compartment. "I thank you for the compliment! Always good to know that the service is appreciated! The company will handle all the credit transfers, so, I guess my job's done here. Mr. Teague, it's been a pleasure!"
The man backed the sled up, easing it down the ramp. Dolmin took a moment to grab his dataterm, looking at the notification that seemed to spring up. It was from the company, requesting verification on the delivery so they could complete the order. Turning back toward the exit ramp, Dolmin called after the hume.
"Been a pleasure talking to you too, Mister--..."
When Dolmin looked out over the docking area, he couldn't spot hide nor hair of the man. From everything he was witnessing, the delivery guy had just...disappeared from sight.Shaking his head, Dolmin turned back toward his cargo bay, returning his thoughts to the dataterm and its contents. For now, it appeared that the "Random Crate Guy" would continue to be a mystery.
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Post by Dolmin Teague on Oct 2, 2023 22:00:39 GMT -8
The Dewback-class Pleasure Yacht popped out of hyperspace above Myrkr and began broadcasting it's identifier and advertisements for The Beskar Bes'uliik, Galactic famous restaurant run by none other than Buf Fett. The wait staff were already busy tidying up the dining areas whilst the Senior Chef's oversaw the rest of the Cooks running meal prep. Buf himself was aboard the bridge of the ship, overseeing the ships arrival and positioning in orbit in case orbital control decided to reach out and question them. Blast doors over docking bays were retracted to reveal the blue energy shields separating the safe pressurised interior and the vacuum of the void beyond
*Apparently, in recent cycles, the system of Myrkr had been graced by the presence of a traveling restaurant. One that Dolmin had seen gaining popularity in recent months."...Wasn't that business once known as some sorta nickname for armor? Like...a helmet or something...Skid-Lid! That was it!" He paused to think about the option that had been presented to him so fortuitously. "Well then...maybe I should clean up a little and dine out tonight..."It was a brief moment of consideration for the Cetacean before he took to his feet and began lumbering toward the port side of his ship to begin the somewhat-daunting process of personal hygiene and grooming necessary for his hulking frame. In the moments before he began, though, he did the civilized thing and made a reservation with the restaurant.Within an hour, he had managed to spiff himself up quite nicely. It wasn't as though the mercenary had ever thought to procure any finely-tailored clothing during his time as a soldier of fortune, but he had enough sense to have a few different outfits that would allow him to present himself as a professional. One such outfit adorned him now - a high-collared grey button-up shirt, some dark comfort-fitting slacks, and his "business boots" as he liked to call them. Dolmin even had the sense to gird himself with an appropriate dress belt, sans the hidden weapon that would normally rest in the small compartment along the band. After all, he wasn't going to some back-alley haunt for a business meeting. This was to be a decent dining establishment, one that Dolmin might not get the chance to frequent all that often. To finish off the ensemble, Dolmin had his identitags from the Bloody Aces around his neck, a sizable ring adorning his middle finger with a Gijuan pearl in its center, and a pair of platinum cufflinks with a crimson spade in the center, yet another mark of his affiliation with the mercenary group.It was soon the appointed time. Dolmin stepped off of his vessel to find that the taxi shuttle the Beskar Bes'uliik had sent was right across from him in the adjacent docking space. After a few moments meeting and greeting his chauffeur, Dolmin loaded himself up in the vessel, checking one last time that he had his credit chip on him before signaling to the pilot that he was ready for liftoff. About a minute later, the ship fired up its engines, and soon took off for the starfield, where the Beskar Bes'uliik awaited. |
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