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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 21:39:41 GMT -8
Asena stepped back to survey her handiwork with a satisfied sigh. With the walls of the cargo bay refinished, no bizarre haul was going to be damaging her wiring, no sirree. As much as she hated having to skip a planetside day, it was better to figure these things out when she didn't have to scramble around odd piles of odd cargo that might crush her if the ship veered unexpectedly. Maybe she could convince the captain to let her out later so she could stretch her legs and see some sky, even if just for a few minutes. It was fascinating just how different sky looked from below than from above; she could never get enough of it. The red-head packed up her toolkit after final inspection and set off to try to track down her other left-behind crew member. After making a quick peek in the sickbay and in the living quarters, she headed up to the cockpit. The tell-tale Togruta montrals visible over the pilot's chair gave away Vinaara's position. In an attempt to be polite, Asena cleared her throat a few seconds before moving into the cockpit's copilot seat. " I got the cargo bay fixed, at least, until the captain comes back with a pair of acklays." Asena said by way of explanation of her appearance in the front of the ship. It was generally a fairly interesting place on the ship, though it was boring as boring could be when it was parked on an oh-so-interesting planet. There was simply nothing to do on a parked ship when almost everyone was gods-damned planetside. She knew that she was technically planetside, but she didn't feel planetside, so it didn't feel like it should count. Asena was suddenly struck with an idea. " Hey, you think we could convince the Captain to let us out for an hour or two? I mean, if it's the two of us, maybe he'd be a little more receptive?" "Eh. If the Captain wants me to heal him and you to keep his ship working, he'll relent no problem." For trivial matters such as these, VJ was the 'ask permission never' type. The Starweird would be fine for the hour or two that she and Asena were out and about. And, in the unlikely chance that some unfortunate made the mistake of trying to steal or tamper with the ship, she and Asena were more than capable of handling the issue.
So, matter settled, the Togruta stood and stretched before traipsing over to stand next to the redhead.Again, she smiled her characteristic toothy smile, "Anywhere on the planet you wanna go in particular? Or do you just wanna explore? I've never been here before, yanno..." She left off her rambling there, not wanting to talk the poor girl's ear off. |
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Post by Asena Say'ar on Feb 11, 2014 21:59:59 GMT -8
So, matter settled, the Togruta stood and stretched before traipsing over to stand next to the redhead.Again, she smiled her characteristic toothy smile, "Anywhere on the planet you wanna go in particular? Or do you just wanna explore? I've never been here before, yanno..." She left off her rambling there, not wanting to talk the poor girl's ear off. Asena bit her lip in anticipation. She could pick where they went? She never got to pick where people went, mostly because she rarely got to go anywhere. Even when she lived with her mother, she only got to go planetside when her mother was too busy to insist she stay on board and one of the other crew members was willing to go with her. She barely even knew what there was planetside beyond the fact that people lived there and shippable stuff came from there, and buyable stuff could be found there, provided you had the money. " I don't know," she finally said. " I haven't been here either. But exploring sounds like fun, just so we can see what's here." She furrowed her eyebrows in thought. " Maybe, if the captain asks, we can say that we were trying to see if we could find a left-handed pipe wrench? They technically don't exist, though I could use one if they did," she added ruefully. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 22:19:24 GMT -8
Asena bit her lip in anticipation. She could pick where they went? She never got to pick where people went, mostly because she rarely got to go anywhere. Even when she lived with her mother, she only got to go planetside when her mother was too busy to insist she stay on board and one of the other crew members was willing to go with her. She barely even knew what there was planetside beyond the fact that people lived there and shippable stuff came from there, and buyable stuff could be found there, provided you had the money. " I don't know," she finally said. " I haven't been here either. But exploring sounds like fun, just so we can see what's here." She furrowed her eyebrows in thought. " Maybe, if the captain asks, we can say that we were trying to see if we could find a left-handed pipe wrench? They technically don't exist, though I could use one if they did," she added ruefully. "Yanno, I don't see why left-handed pipe wrenches don't exist. Seems like there'd be some kinda market for 'em. That aside, I could always take the opportunity to make sure my stores are fully stocked, too..." For sure, she needed more bandages and a few of the garden variety meds her crew mates liked to go through. And it would behoove her to get some more suture as well; not that there was an abundant need for the stuff, but as it had been a fair piece of time, she was running a little lower than she'd like."Double the excuse, the more likely we'll get off scott-free!" |
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Post by Nysste on Feb 12, 2014 5:05:01 GMT -8
-Bateman, sipping on his drink- "How is your awareness on galactic hapenings? Do you need some guidelines? Do you have a plan, now that you have a warship and a small strikeforce?" Getting a Sith branded and registered with the company was one thing, seeing if she is of use is an other. Bateman started to poke her to see her skill in manouvering, or at least start her down a path.*Nysste only sighed at the questions. She could only hope honesty would work in her favor. She knew nothing of the galaxy. Treated like a princess until the day of reckoning. It had only been a year, but even a year of training could not help her in the knowledge of ongoing events. For all it was worth, this man would have her trust, but only enough to hear the truth.* "I will need guidelines, yes. I am not aware of anything that has been going on, having just recently left my birth planet for something other than my Sith teachings. I was never told of anything going on, just stories of my ancestor and her rivals. As for plans go, I need to find a way into the larger Sith community, most likely a faction willing to take someone as brutal as myself. So what is going on?" |
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Post by Asena Say'ar on Feb 12, 2014 9:22:22 GMT -8
Asena smiled wide and popped up from the copilot's chair. "Give me five minutes to change out of my grease things," she said, eyes bright with excitement.
The engineer ran as quickly as she could to her bunk and started searching through her things. Going planetside was an occasion, after all, and occasions required looking at least a little nicer than normal. She was sure that she still had the nice dress and leggings that she'd gotten for her last birthday aboard the Fanback from the crew, the things that had caused such a fuss with Mother...ah, there it was! She stripped off her shirt and pants to wiggle into the outfit, noting with some disappointment that it was quite a bit snugger than it used to be in the bust. At least it wasn't straining at the seams, and the leggings would keep her from burning the backs of her legs if she sat on something hot even though the admittedly-short skirt wouldn't, so it should be all right. Satisfied that she wouldn't put the Starweird to shame, she donned her boots and unpinned most of her hair, leaving just the one coil that kept the long red strands out of her eyes.
Asena headed back to the cockpit to meet her waiting crew member. "I'm ready," she announced, not quite able to keep a little hop of excitement down. "Let's go see this planet!"
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Post by Atia on Feb 12, 2014 11:23:43 GMT -8
The fact that she’d been left behind on the Starweird was not very surprising. After all, what place was there for a medic—even one commanding better-than-average skill with a blaster—in a business transaction anyway? Correct answer: none. Most of the 'action' medics got to see happened after the shoot-‘em-ups and what not. Other people wasted their bodies for oft-times ridiculous things. It was her job to stitch them all back together… and, apparently, to take charge of the Conn while the Captain was away. So, there she was: a medic sitting amid the mechanical chaos of lights and noises that emanated endlessly from the cockpit, hopeless as the thimiars she used to trap on her home world.
The Togruta sighed loudly, careless of the fact that she had no audience, and fiddled with one of the stripped lekku that framed her face. The movement made her headpiece jingle softly. It was made in the traditional way, out of akul teeth and metal found on her home world. This was the only memento of Shili that Vinaara Ja allowed herself, and she wore it daily. In addition to that, she wore a pretty standard outfit for one in her line of work. It was form-fitting and light, perfect for moving with speed should the necessity befall her. Around her waist, she wore a gun belt with her favored pistol firmly in its holster. In the manner of her species, she was barefoot. Shoes unnerved her and inhibited her sense of the Force.
Granted, she was no Jedi master, but she was familiar with the Force in the most basic sense simply because of what she was. In that way, she was able to sense the familiar signatures of her Captain and crew mates somewhere down below her.
With another, quieter sigh she made herself more comfortable on the chair she was sitting on. Bored in her solitude, she wondered how long the Captain’s errand would take. Ever desirous of efficiency, sitting in the cockpit as if she knew what she was doing was beginning to make her uncomfortable. She longed for the quiet sanctuary of either her quarters or her sick bay. Even the crew, motley as it was, would be a welcome change from this… waiting.
Next time, she’d convince the Captain to bring her along.
Raith shows no reaction to the mention of soup. But did show interest in the talk of profit.Well then, I am certainly interested in hearing what work you may have for us. Lead the way, my crew and I will follow.
Leading them through an underground tunnel to the skyscraper, walking up to a reception, Bateman hailed the cute bimbo called Ha'ana behind the desk who was filing her nails. Getting into a large and luxurious elovator, they traveled in silence about two levels. Downwards. Exiting, they came to what looked like a basement base. People in imperial uniforms and imperial casuals walked around on a wide and large corridor. Before them, and imperial officer at a desk.-Bateman- "I brought a group to room 42." -Officer- "Please sign mr Bateman- Bateman signed, and them led the group down the wide and well lit corridor sided with many doors to the one signed 42. Inside was a large holo projection table with many chairs beside it, a minibar.-Bateman- "Dont let the uniforms scare you, they dont bite. The empire holds no power here, but we kinda thought the uniforms looked groovy. So, if you wish drinks, the minibar is open to all requests it can satisfy, and for profit... I Present you with Nal Hutta Nar Shadaa Ylesia Kamino And Rishi." As he said the words his fingers worked fast on the command console of the table where he had sat himself. The planets and sistems come up in holographic projection on one half of the table, the ohter half showed the Hutt Sector of space.-Bateman- "The Hutts are weakened, and we need to know how much. First part of this job is to scout out Kamino, Rishi and Ylesia. If they lack orbital defences my coligues will lead a strike force to hold as a staging area where you can resupply and repair. From here, you will run patrolls between all planets, upholding customs rights of the Juvex Import Export. This means stopping incoming and outgoing ships, taking infentory of their items and if you happen to find illegal items, you are to confiscate ship with cargo, and bring it back to the strike force. You will recieve a third of the present value of items, ships and prisoners. Juvex import export will take two thirds because we are tasked with the risk of reselling items, and also if you happen on any kind of resistance, you are to call in the strike force and hold out untill they arrive. Allright... questions. Go." He leaned back, curious to see what they thought of the assignment.Trust was not an easy thing to give and take in this world. The person you trust today may be putting a slug in your skull tomorrow. This was the life he chose, whatever other option there was were far worse than this. "Even so, Mr, Bateman, confirmation is key." He said, "I'm going to need a picture or a description. I try very hard to make no mistakes." How would he just know? Instinct? Too unpredictable. Was this VIP flashy? If so, there was another level of complication. His thoughts raced. It was common for his mind to micro-dissect a situation. As his internal questioning progressed, Ceal lifted his sleeve and rested his left arm on his left knee. He reached over and picked up the laser printer, and placed it on the underside of his forearm. When the trigger was pressed down, the machine began to let out a small hum. There was a minor heat, no pain. Over in seconds. As a test, Ceal picked up the IR glowrod and held it over the marked location. The tattoo illuminated a bright blue in reaction to the light. With a sigh he deactivated the light and placed it onto his lap. He took the printer and placed it gently on the table where he picked it up. At the least, the mark was easy to conceal and easy to expose. Even under the layers, it wasn't difficult to slide up the sleeve, but shouldn't react to any lights while under fabric. Bateman shook his head with an appologetic smile on his face. -Bateman- "My hands are tied mr Ceal. My researcher is the kind of a person I am not allowed to photograph, but I can still give some help. A Yellow Twilek in a top hat, smoking, and carrying an umbrella. More importantly, a slave woman. With a collar. Please, dont let it unsettle you, its their thing, and I dont interfear. Some kind of kinky affair or something. A nice girl though." Bateman better say it now, so Ceal doesnt feel cheated in some way when he finds out he is supposed to protect a slave.*Nysste only sighed at the questions. She could only hope honesty would work in her favor. She knew nothing of the galaxy. Treated like a princess until the day of reckoning. It had only been a year, but even a year of training could not help her in the knowledge of ongoing events. For all it was worth, this man would have her trust, but only enough to hear the truth.* "I will need guidelines, yes. I am not aware of anything that has been going on, having just recently left my birth planet for something other than my Sith teachings. I was never told of anything going on, just stories of my ancestor and her rivals. As for plans go, I need to find a way into the larger Sith community, most likely a faction willing to take someone as brutal as myself. So what is going on?" -Bateman- "Well, there is a Mandalorian war going on. Mandalorians decided to kill your kind, force users that is. They dont care, who. They have destroyed the temple on yavin, blown up the planet cardia, and I am sure they are having fun decimating the Sith at Kuat. Funy fellows, those mandalorians. I believe your future lies in the Sith order of the Dark Tide. Good old sith names and powers that have joined to match the Republic and the Mandalorians. They have power, not just strenght like you, so be carefull, and vigilant. Be bloodthirsty and brutal when the situation needs it and... as an advice, keep the threats low. It is always better to do, instead of warning the enemy before. And if you dont like your name, dont mention it. These are strong sith, with a long bond as far as I understand, and they need a cool head and a skillfull hand. They are lead by a woman named Sinistra, a name with history. Remember one very important thing Lord Nysste, do never call Lord Sinistra anything BUT Lord Sinistra. Stories go mouth from mouth about what happens to those that say the L-word in her presence. I would say try Korriban, Garqi, Balmora. Talk with some officials there and they should show you on your way to the Dark Tide." Beeping from the intercomm, someone was at the door.-Bateman- "Come in." A purple twilek stepped in, wrapped in dark purple cloth like a mummy from head to toe. She had an E-11 holstered, a lightsaber on the other side and a slaves collar. She seemed to have a utility belt too but in truth it was also a stealth belt. She had a pair of goggles, some liquid cable, batteris and energy cells, some food and credits stowed away on that belt. Bateman seemed rather suprised.-Bateman- "Number 1? Wasnt Gaia supposed to..." -1- "No, I am. Please, Lord Nysste, follow me to your room." The woman stood with her back erekt, her chin up, proud, looking strait in the Sith lords eyes. A slave. Either she was badly trained, or she was confident. Most importantly, she was sensitive to the Force.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 13:34:14 GMT -8
Sure, the captain and the crew are all there. It is easy to feel people you allready have a bond with. But close to them, other entities were felt. Those would be felt because they are sensitive to the force, and have not yet learned how to hold that to themselves. These felt not bad just... off. Cold. With more probing, maybe even the fact that there was something on this planet that was wrong could be found out. Something would simply feel wrong about it. As if the place gave Force-goosbumps. Asena smiled wide and popped up from the copilot's chair. " Give me five minutes to change out of my grease things," she said, eyes bright with excitement. The engineer ran as quickly as she could to her bunk and started searching through her things. Going planetside was an occasion, after all, and occasions required looking at least a little nicer than normal. She was sure that she still had the nice dress and leggings that she'd gotten for her last birthday aboard the Fanback from the crew, the things that had caused such a fuss with Mother...ah, there it was! She stripped off her shirt and pants to wiggle into the outfit, noting with some disappointment that it was quite a bit snugger than it used to be in the bust. At least it wasn't straining at the seams, and the leggings would keep her from burning the backs of her legs if she sat on something hot even though the admittedly-short skirt wouldn't, so it should be all right. Satisfied that she wouldn't put the Starweird to shame, she donned her boots and unpinned most of her hair, leaving just the one coil that kept the long red strands out of her eyes. Asena headed back to the cockpit to meet her waiting crew member. " I'm ready," she announced, not quite able to keep a little hop of excitement down. " Let's go see this planet!"
Either way, she had an unofficial errand to run while she and Asena were skiving off on their duties. "Yanno," she finally piped up, "While we explore, I say we do your stuff, first. It sounds like it'll be the most complicated. My supplies are a one-stop-shop kinda deal." She grinned again and started wandering down a randomly chosen path. |
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Post by Ceal Xela on Feb 12, 2014 13:50:03 GMT -8
The description given to him seems nothing short of a joke, and normally, Ceal would of taken it as such, if it wasn't for the fact he could see the truth in Bateman's face, he might of just shot him.
"You're right..." He said, sitting back in his chair, seemingly taken aback, "I would of known the moment I saw her."
A small chuckle escaped his lips. The situation was a strange one. He had many people, with many world views and many styles of living. Twi'lek in a slave, possibly explosive, collar, with a dress, doing sensitive research, off world, unsupervised? That one was new, to say the least.
"Okay." He said, a smile still on his face, "I can leave in a few hours, once I've been refueled and my crew had eaten and restocked. Is there anything else?"
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Post by Asena Say'ar on Feb 12, 2014 15:51:25 GMT -8
Smiling again at her shipmate's obvious eagerness, VJ nodded and stepped out onto the planet. The minute her feet touched the ground, however, a small shiver raced up her spine. She'd been trying to ignore it earlier, but now an aimless sense of unease entered into her awareness. Something was off here. She narrowed her eyes slightly, but made sure to keep her posture relaxed. After all, there was no sign of any immediate threat. Again... it just felt... off. The Togruta made a mental note to speak with her Captain about it upon his return, but beyond that, there really wasn't anything she could do other than to keep her wits about her. Hopefully, it was just her inherent instincts making her paranoid...
Either way, she had an unofficial errand to run while she and Asena were skiving off on their duties. "Yanno," she finally piped up, "While we explore, I say we do your stuff, first. It sounds like it'll be the most complicated. My supplies are a one-stop-shop kinda deal." She grinned again and started wandering down a randomly chosen path. Asena kept her pace even while she walked towards the docking bay and the door out, but as soon as it was open, she hurried outside and looked up to see sky, lovely sky and take a breath of planetside air. She could swear that it smelled different than ship air. After Vinaara commented on the plan for their excursion while Asena secured the ship's entrance, Asena nodded. " Okay. There should be some kind of hardware depot nearby, what with all the ships needing to restock supplies. Then we can go exploring while trying to find your med supplies." Presuming that her crewmate would follow her, she set off towards what looked like a line of relatively small shops. One hand on the pouch at her waist that kept her credits, she beelined for a small stall with a picture of a drill on the sign. It was a surprisingly small shop, the kind that probably would be considered "discount" by anyone with taste. But since she was officially looking for something that very didn't exist, that didn't really matter. A man at the back of the shop, presumably the proprietor, gave her a sharp glance as she walked in. Asena flashed a smile at him and waved with her free hand before taking a peek at the wrench selection. Who knew? Maybe she'd get lucky. |
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Post by Nysste on Feb 12, 2014 16:02:06 GMT -8
*Nysste put one of her hand against her chin as Bateman spoke. It was a considerable amount to take in. Mandolorians fighting against force-users and Sith factions across the galaxy, one of which had a specific leader named Sinistra. Not much information, but it was major stuff that she was thankful or hearing. She only took her hand away and nodded to Bateman as the Twi'lek came in. If she waas to never speak her name... she would never surpass her ancestor. Now this Twi'lek was smething else. Nysste was staring straight at her, and she wasn't flinching. A brave one for sure, but was it smart? For now, she had no reason to go out of her way to strike her down. But she wasn't doing this out of weakness. This would be a test of how confident thiw Twi'lek really was.*
"I will follow, Twi'lek."
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Post by Atia on Feb 12, 2014 16:52:53 GMT -8
The description given to him seems nothing short of a joke, and normally, Ceal would of taken it as such, if it wasn't for the fact he could see the truth in Bateman's face, he might of just shot him. "You're right..." He said, sitting back in his chair, seemingly taken aback, "I would of known the moment I saw her." A small chuckle escaped his lips. The situation was a strange one. He had many people, with many world views and many styles of living. Twi'lek in a slave, possibly explosive, collar, with a dress, doing sensitive research, off world, unsupervised? That one was new, to say the least. "Okay." He said, a smile still on his face, "I can leave in a few hours, once I've been refueled and my crew had eaten and restocked. Is there anything else?" -Bateman- "Ha'ana will have your payment in the reception, just give her this." He handed a paper with his name on it and the numbers 6000.-Bateman- "I dont pay all the money up front when one of my employees lifes is at stake, but I am sure you should be happy with that half. As you could read, there is also a chance for a bonus and life insurance in that contract, until the duration of the contract. If you wish to buy supplies, Ha'ana should be able to give you a company card witch will settle all your fluel, consumables and gear up to One Thousand credits in the Spaceport shops. We at Juvex Import Exports are generous with our employees. Well then, I have had the honour of meeting you, and I wish you all luck and health in the galaxy." He stood up and reached out a hand to shake. It was maybe then Ceal would see the fingers. Not alien, nor is it damadged, the fingers just seem ... long. Thin and long in a creepy way. Maybe this moment would remind someone of a deal with the devil.
Although...
Handshakes are only the formality these days. The deal was already struck.*Nysste put one of her hand against her chin as Bateman spoke. It was a considerable amount to take in. Mandolorians fighting against force-users and Sith factions across the galaxy, one of which had a specific leader named Sinistra. Not much information, but it was major stuff that she was thankful or hearing. She only took her hand away and nodded to Bateman as the Twi'lek came in. If she waas to never speak her name... she would never surpass her ancestor. Now this Twi'lek was smething else. Nysste was staring straight at her, and she wasn't flinching. A brave one for sure, but was it smart? For now, she had no reason to go out of her way to strike her down. But she wasn't doing this out of weakness. This would be a test of how confident thiw Twi'lek really was.* "I will follow, Twi'lek." -1- "Its One. As the Number." 1 looked at Bateman briefly who was shaking his head while Nysste wasnt looking and 1 frowned. She bowed.-1- "... Mistress. Please follow me." -Bateman- "A hatfull of luck and skill I wish you, Lord Nysste!" Was Batemans adieu to the Sith woman, and 1 lead her away. Through corridors and an underground tunnel they walked over to the Juvex Import Export Headquarters, went into an elovator, and went about 60 levels up. Seeing Nysstes experience, Juvexians must like locking their guests in a small room with themselves for longer durations. 1 stood without saying a word and at least she wasnt staring at the Sith. It was a beautiful specimen of the Twilek spicies, even with the cloth wrapped around her body. All but the eyes were seen and they did not tell much.
Their path did. While going from Bateman to the suit that would be Nysstes home while she stayed, Nysste would see a couple more Twilek Slaves garbed as 1. With the same weapons, same collar, same colour even on the mummy like wrappings of their bodies.
The suit was luxurious and well equipped with all a growing man or woman would need. Large soft bed, curtains, wall carpets and normal carpets, a large granite table, minibar, a fridge, and the menu for food, slaves and a catalogue for gear. It was large and just anything a guest would want.-1- "The Empress Tanith Suit, for you to enjoy, Mistress Nysste." 1 Let her in and stepped to the side of the door.-1- "From now on, I will be sleeping by the foot of your bed. I will be tasting your food and doing things Sith should not be doing. Laundry, cooking, cleaning, sewing. I am yours to command Lord Nysste, but I am not yours, even if I may say so in the future. I will do as told, every command you say will be my purpose, but consider consequences. Everything in life has a consequence, Mistress." With that the woman got down to her knees in front of Nysste and put her forehead on the floor.-1- "What do you wish of your slave, Mistress?" |
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Post by Nysste on Feb 12, 2014 17:33:23 GMT -8
*The passages, the tunnels and the levators were a hassel. And the Twi'lek, nicknamed 1, was clothed in something the dead wouldn't even wear. The suite was nice, but she could only growl when 1 bent to her knees. This was not how she would take a servant. Bowing to her every whim and will is nice and all, but it was degrading for any being. Nysste scoffed at the Twi'lek as she looked down at her. She could see more in this slave than just her number, and she liked it. But you must break something, before you can fix it.*
"Get off of your knees, and hold your head up high. Hold it as high as you did to me earlier. If you are to serve me, then you will not sleep at the foot of my bed. You will not sleep at all tonight, and nor will I. When my things get here, I demand you wear one of my favorite robes. And if at all possible, I want you to travel with me."
*Nysste only stopped talking as she went to grab a glass and fill it with water. She never drank from the glass, she only held it near her chest and continued to speak.*
"If you say you are mine, than you will never refer to me as Mistress. You will call me be Nysste. If you sleep, you sleep in my bed with me. If you dare do anything that is a menial task like laundry, I will break a finger. If you cal me Mistress, I will bloody your lip. And if you ever wear those ragged clothes in my presence again, I will strip you bare and bruise you. If you truly are to be my slave, Number 1, you will show dignity for yourself, not loyalty to another. But never forget your place."
*Whether 1 was obligated to disagree with Nysste's commands, it would be forced upon her, and if she agreed, they would do well together. Dignity was always high on the spectrum, rather than petty loyalty. Loyalty wqs for those that could never stand proud. This Twi'lek, could probably stand prouder than the rest of the Numbers Bateman had.*
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Post by Atia on Feb 12, 2014 18:21:15 GMT -8
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"Yes Nysste."
She said it with the same tone as she said the word "mistress". Anyone could see that she did not like this assignment. She stood up and started unwrapping the cloth on her left hand. Nysste talked about breaking fingers, bloody a lip. She has not seen the Crucible then, 1 realised. She nearly chuckled as her hand was free, and the Stigmata showed. An old wound that seemed to go through her hand. It was the nail through her hand that went into a wall and held her in place. The other hand had one just like it.
Watching Nysste as she unwrapped herself, she controlled not to grin as her scars were showing. From the time on Dathomir, many years ago.
Instead, she informed Nysste.
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"This rag may save your life one day, Nysste. It is locked with my belt, helping it to work. Like this."
The woman previously known as Sienn'Rha Lestin pressed a button on her utility belt and vanished. Only a slight blurr remained of her that Nyssa saw because she knew that the Twilek was there. A second later she was back.
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"You should get used to the fact that not everything that looks as something, is as it looks on Juvex, Nysste. This fiber lets me touch things more, and move faster while cloaked. It gives me an advantage over other stealth devices.
An advantage I will not give up."
Here it comes... seeking where the rules draw the borders, and what borders can be crossed. Nyssa surely saw the stigmata on the twileks hand, and surely could realise that a bloody lip or a broken finger would only ensue nostalgia.
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"I wont do menial tasks, as you command Nysste, but there is a reason I am tasked with such things. A powder poison can be acquired in most chem shops that starts to act when it comes in contact with sweat. It burns your skin off in minutes. If I wash your cloths, I make sure it is clean and safe. There is a bug on Ryloth that climbs into the earhole and eats itself into ones head, lays its eggs and then die. If someone else makes your bed, they might leave a present you wish not to recieve.
But if your command is for me to not do these things, your command is my purpouse."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 21:48:35 GMT -8
Asena kept her pace even while she walked towards the docking bay and the door out, but as soon as it was open, she hurried outside and looked up to see sky, lovely sky and take a breath of planetside air. She could swear that it smelled different than ship air. After Vinaara commented on the plan for their excursion while Asena secured the ship's entrance, Asena nodded. " Okay. There should be some kind of hardware depot nearby, what with all the ships needing to restock supplies. Then we can go exploring while trying to find your med supplies." Presuming that her crewmate would follow her, she set off towards what looked like a line of relatively small shops. One hand on the pouch at her waist that kept her credits, she beelined for a small stall with a picture of a drill on the sign. It was a surprisingly small shop, the kind that probably would be considered "discount" by anyone with taste. But since she was officially looking for something that very didn't exist, that didn't really matter. A man at the back of the shop, presumably the proprietor, gave her a sharp glance as she walked in. Asena flashed a smile at him and waved with her free hand before taking a peek at the wrench selection. Who knew? Maybe she'd get lucky.
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Post by Asena Say'ar on Feb 13, 2014 15:31:01 GMT -8
Asena looked up from her scrutiny. "We're looking for something like this," she said, picking up a wrench with a screw-shut lower jaw. "Except the screw should be threaded the other way. Don't think there is one, though," she added, glancing over the selection one more time.
The half-Zeltron started to realize that the shop owner was still pointedly staring at her. Was browsing shops not done on Juvex? Asena put the wrench down slowly. Maybe it offended him that she had mentioned something was lacking from his stock. Perhaps she should just buy something, something relatively cheap but still a something, just to avoid a confrontation.
Her mind made up, Asena picked up a small box of screws with a few-credit label on them--she probably needed them anyways, come to think of it; how screws ended up stripping as often as they did in such a controlled environment she had no idea--fished some cash from her pouch, and brought it up to the proprietor. She tried smiling at him as he counted the money three times before nodding at her, which Asena took to mean that the purchase was concluded.
Slightly creeped out by the silence and the fact he was still staring (did he think she'd shoplifted some merchandise down the front of her dress or something?), Asena hurried back to Vinaara. "I've got what I need. What's next on your list?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 16:06:19 GMT -8
This man was pushing it. Though he made sure to keep his eyes very firmly away from the Togruta, the frequency with which his eyes gravitated to Asena instead only served to annoy VJ all the more. Thus, she was relieved when Asena's errand was concluded. The half-human's question--and the tone in which it was asked--brought a grin to her face. She answered, "Yanno... just pills, and bandages, and stuff like that. Also, I need to find some suture wire, as my stockpile is lower than I like it to be. Knowing my luck, sure as I don't get it, it'll be the one thing we run out of during whatever kind of job the Captain lands us..."
Once she was back out in the open air, she surveyed her surroundings on the look-out for her kind of store. Sure enough, on their left-hand side and down the road a fair bit, she made out the universal symbol for medicine pleasantly glowing over a building. She steered their path in that direction, and moments later she was entering the pharmacy.
It was about the same size as the previous shop, and looked to be more consumer-oriented rather than practitioner-oriented, but one way or another she figured she'd be able to find what she needed. Behind her desk, a human woman who looked to be in charge waved. Vinaara Ja waved back cordially, before ducking down one of the aisles to look for bandages and maybe even some of the over-the-counter drugs, depending on what this pharmacy stocked. Her plan of attack was to find the easy stuff, first.
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Post by Atia on Feb 13, 2014 16:34:28 GMT -8
Turns out, this place is filled with illicit, untested or cancelled medicine in more quantities then actual legit company products. Bacta was in low supply, and so were bandages, but you could buy Spice at the pharmacy. So they had that going for them...
Low end medical supplies were planty off, bandadges and painkillers, everything to fill a sophisticated first aid kit.
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Post by A'den Skirata on Feb 13, 2014 16:58:08 GMT -8
Rorran curled his lip at the offer. That was why they had come here? All the work, all the risk, and no profit? He might as well have stayed on board with the Togruta and half-Zeltron. At least something interesting might have happened with them. When the captain asked for their opinion, Rorran grunted his displeasure.
"Is no good," he said. "No profit. Is shit idea."
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Post by Makmorn on Feb 13, 2014 17:07:10 GMT -8
Makmorn snorted in their huddle, perhaps even less impressed than his captain, taking a swig of his bottle.
"They get the most profit, while we do the lion's share of the work. Just as soon stayed in His Majesty's Imperial Navy for all that. We aren't rent a cops for an export house, leas' I ain't. Let's get the fook out of here."
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Post by sivuri on Feb 13, 2014 17:30:59 GMT -8
Sivuri only shrugged when the Captain asked for their thoughts. Rorran and Makmorn weren't wrong though. It was a lot of work and risk for little profit. She shifted her weight and thought over the decision. Profit was not one of the main reasons she had joined up with the Starweird. She enjoyed the dangerous and exciting experiences it brought but profit meant thriving for her and the crew.
"I agree with Rorran and Makmorn but it is a job and we could always negotiate for better payment and terms." She yawned and lowered her voice a little. "If we find anything worth real value we could just keep it for ourselves anyway."
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