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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2018 21:54:56 GMT -8
"No, I don't expect to find courage that way. I'm not looking for honor either... You don't hate me, do you? For what I did, am doing. I wouldn't blame you if you did."
Kateri, who had been examining her own feelings and thoughts while listening to Ellie, smiles a bittersweet half-smile as, having decided to let her own frustration and disappointment with the situation go rather than allow them to fester within, as well as wanting to give her friend what comfort and hope she can before they part ways for what could very well be the last time, she tells Ellie, "We don't hate you, Ellie. You're our friend, and always will be. She steps forward and gives Ellie a hug, eyes tearing up as she whispers to her friend, Don't hate yourself either, you hear me? Go find what you need to find in the way and time you need to find it. Stepping back and resting her hands on Ellie's shoulders, Kateri grins as she says, And you can tell your sister yourself what an idiot you are when you finally see her again, alright?"
Sniffing and pretending to try and remove something from his suspiciously tearful eyes, Honon mutters, "Stupid mist is getting in my eyes, before he gives Ellie a bear hug and asks as much to ease the pain of saying goodbye for himself as for Ellie, And, hey, who says this is goodbye, huh? Our paths might meet again further down the road, yeah?"
Knowing that lingering now will only make it harder on them all, Kateri tugs her brother's shoulder and says, "C'mon, let's not make a bigger or sappier scene than we already have. Looking back over her shoulder as she and Honon begin walking away, Kateri bids their friend farewell by saying, May the Force be with you," and then waves one last time.
Sniffing and rubbing at his eyes, Honon tries to sound unaffected by everything as he says, "So, let's go find our Rodian, huh?"
Shaking her head as she and her brother disappear into the mists, Kateri sighs and her voice is briefly heard receding in the distance before it, too, fades and is gone, "Aqualish, Honon, we're here to find the Aqualish who leads us to . . ." |
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Apr 26, 2018 8:36:03 GMT -8
[ Foyer | Cho'zens Way Station | Umgul City ]
Amy didn't even flinch but she did freeze completely when the man drew his blaster and fired at an assailant she did not notice. That was royally stupid of her, of course, to not check first for an ambush, before trying to help someone else. The first rule of combat, and she, a veteran of multiple conflicts, had completely abandoned all of her experiences in favour of...a reckless act. If she came close to soiling herself, she had none to blame but her own foolish self. When he was done, the Corellian turned around to examine the damage, and saw one of the strangers (Ty), see to the wounded man, and then make for the exit, suggesting they did the same. Sound advice, seeing as blaster fire surely would have been reported. It was honestly a wonder the short battle between Amy, Ellie and Damron with robbers weren't reported too.
“He's right,” said Amy, approaching Fel, “c'mon, cap, fun's over. Somethin' tells me we ain't gonna be popular 'round 'ere soon enough.”
She eyed the Mandalorian (Erik) curiously, then made her way to the door, just behind the first leaving stranger, tapping Damron on the shoulder along the way, looking back at the other man (Nathan), and added, “If the cap'n says sure, maybe you can shelter with us for a bit. We got a place.”
She was not certain that Fel would fancy having stragglers on the Blasphemy, but Amy reckoned by the scarred man's choice of wandering in and joining the fracas sort of made them all equally responsible and accountable. So, the invitation ought to be opened to all participants that she saw, which had her looking at the Mandalorian again, nodding at him, “You wanna come along?”
She headed out, slowly slipping into the crowds, being short as she was had some distinct advantages.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Apr 26, 2018 9:42:20 GMT -8
*Ellie was relieved to hear that they didn't hate her. Even though she still thought she deserved it. She returned Kateri's hug, and was almost crushed by Honon's.* "Don't worry, I'll tell her. Someday, anyway."
*She good feel the tears starting to form as her friends walked away. Her legs protested against her just standing there and wanted to follow after her two friends. Instead she found the words to say, even if they weren't loud enough for them to hear.* "And may the force be with you as well."
*The trip back to the ship was an uneventful one. Her feet seemed to know the path even though her mind was still in a fog. The cockpit was empty when she entered it and dropped down into co-pilots seat. Everything seemed distant, as if she was watching herself from some one else's eyes. Her old friends gave her a lot to think about, and maybe they were right. Well they were, she knew that. The real question was how would she did that, fix herself. Ellie let out a sigh, closed her eyes and leaned back into the chair. Things just more difficult then before.*
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Post by Damron Blue on Apr 26, 2018 11:28:23 GMT -8
*Having leveled his blaster on the gentleman creeping up on Ami, he was releved he didn't have to shoot as the situation resolved itself. Going back to the important business of his drink and making sure no one else on this crew he'd signed on with got killed. That is until he got a tap on the shoulder from Ami, signaling it was time to get while the getting was good. Setting the empty glass down and holstering his blaster, Damron filed out, now with a good number of new faces in tow.*
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Post by Erik Itera on Apr 26, 2018 14:57:43 GMT -8
Well that escalated quickly. It was just a nice friendly bar room brawl and then blaster shots are poured into one of the soldiers. Erik was glad to hear that the man wasn't dead, since he had fought on the shooter's "side" in the fight and he had no interest in being charged as an accessory to murder. Grabbing his helm off he bar behind him he tosses a few credits on the counter before donning the helmet and following the crew out, there was no way in hell he was going to be left behind to take the fall for it all. Unable to quite blend into the crowd being a bit over six feet tall and wearing bright yellow armor, Erik instead shoulders his polearm on his left side and adopts a confident stride that somehow manages to convey what part of the anatomy the weapon might end up in if anyone decide to try to cause any trouble. Catching up to the nice young lady who had invited him along with the rather eclectic group Erik offers a polite nod and introduces himself, his voice augmented slightly by the helmet's vocabulator. I'm Erik, nice to meet you... I think. His last words get a little questioning as he realizes that he wasn't actually sure if things were going in a positive direction considering how he'd met these people about a minute ago and was already fleeing local law enforcement.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Apr 26, 2018 17:00:58 GMT -8
Fel had, it must be mentioned, picked a rather stubborn, large opponent to tussle with. The Devaronian was at least a foot taller than the spacer, and fireblast-knows how much heavier. Fel had gotten in a few really good punches, which seemed to do not-a-whole-lot (curse his lack of knowledge of Devaron physiology..) and had then been on the receiving end of one of the hardest single punches he had ever taken. Enough to pulp his nose and put him down, momentarily.
Ah -- the chair. Great equalizer, and thankfully plentiful in a bar. Fel swung from prone, and broke the seat across the man's kneecaps, which broght him a little closer to the old spacer's current vantage point. Close enough that when Fel brought the top of his skull up to meet the Devaron's nose, he got the desired effect. Struggling to his feet, blood running freely from his broken nose, Galdaart squared off against his dazed opponent, and kicked the man in the face, dropping him to the floor. And then, for good measure, kicked him in the ribs, too.
Whirling about to see where the next opponent was, the pilot realized that things had gone more than a little sideways, as was the standard way of bar fights. There was a broken window, someone had brought a knife to a fistfight, and the sounds of stun blasts focussed the outlander's attention on a rough-and-tumble spacer, cut in twenty different places from his encounter with the glass. That was sure to bring the Law. Picking himself up, and dusting off the worst of the brawl, Fel shakes himself free of a partly-unconscious Zeltron grabbing at his ankle, and makes for the door.
Speaking to the man in red, suspenders adorning his frame, Galdaart spits blood on the ground as he passes the man -- "It was fun while it lasted, but I think we've overstayed our welcome..." Spotting Ami-Lee, Fel raises an eyebrow to the obvious, unspoken query etched on her features as he moves closer to her, shrugging as he picks up the pace. "Any sign of Ellie? Seems there's a few who've taken an interest in our little gang of ne'er-do-wells..." The doctor shoots him a look which is equal parts derision and frustration, which prompts another shrug from the pilot. "What can I say doc... your elixer has me feeling better'n I have in months. Years, mebbe. No cure for feeling better than getting yer nose broke." He smiles thinly, and pauses in a doorway to reset his own nose. Not the first time that's been done. Won't be the last...
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Post by Ty Loms on Apr 26, 2018 18:57:17 GMT -8
When Ty stepped outside he waited just beyond the door listening for the sirens, which way they were coming from, which was the furthest away. "They're maybe a few blocks out, the closest ones anyway, more than that are coming." He didn't think much about the fact that he was drunk and that these people had no reason to trust in the word of a drunk man but he gave it anyway. "If you all don't mind I thought I heard mention of a captain, if you have a ship I'm willing to pay for transport off this planet, I don't care much where you're going." Ty looked around at everyone waiting for an answer.
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Apr 26, 2018 20:28:59 GMT -8
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Apr 27, 2018 20:38:19 GMT -8
[ Docking Bay for the CR70 Corellian Corvette, Blasphemy | Umgul Spaceport ]
They had moved mostly in silence. Not that it had taken a terribly long time to reach the Blasphemy's docking bay. Maybe twenty minutes. But they were all salty enough to be casually checking over shoulders, and taking a long, hard look down side-streets. The local authorities were certainly at the bar by now, getting the skinny on the combatants from the soldiers as the group got closer to the ship. If Fel had been a betting man, he'd figure their time was limited before they got unwelcome guests. Mostly, he was feeling a little foolhardy for jumping into something he honestly had no reason to be a part of. And because he truly wasn't any good at speeches, or welcomes, or rules... talking, really.
He shook his head and keyed the entry code into his comm unit, and the Starboard landing ramp descended, granting the motley assembly access to the midship airlock walkway. "Let's meet in ops, and get acquainted a little before we get the hell off this rock." He spoke to nobody in particular, but it received a few nods, so he kept walking, feeling no need for further explanation. "Watch your heads in, well -- pretty much everywhere. 80% of this ship is a lie." He wasn't exaggerating, either. Extra beams, support struts and truss framework made some passageways nearly impossible to traverse, and some compartments had been completely gutted. Mostly hidden from view from the exterior (which bore the signs of much recent battle damage) the work was extensive, and altered the very nature of the vessel. Even a cursory glance at compartments they were passing showed that there was little left in the way of amenities, or even the ability to house passengers for any extended period of time. The ship was gutted.
What had been the ops centre and conference chamber on deck three was now a wide open, gaping maw of bare duralumin and welded girders and truss. Fel walked in, turned about as if never having seen the room before (he hadn't) and nodded, satisfied with the Alliance Engineers efforts. He looked at the faces of his established 'crew' -- Ami-Lee, and walking through the door from the opposite direction, Ellie, whom he smiled at as she got as comfortable as anyone can in a room without seats, tables, or anything remotely approaching a place to 'relax.' Realizing he stood roughly in the middle of the group, he began.
"Welcome aboard the 'Blasphemy.' She's a bit of a shell -- modified by the Alliance for a specific job, which meant stripping her down, turning her into a flying jerry-can, with space to squeeze as many troops as possible, and not much else. Not too much works around here, including the weapons. But indicating Ty, Damron, Erik and Nathan there's a few bunks on deck one that were left for the skeleton flight crew, and the medlab aft of the flight deck is operational. I don't intend to make this 'home' forever, but till something better comes along, this is it."
"I'm Fel. Galdaart Fel. I guess I'm Captain here -- though believe me, it's in title only. This ain't my boat. I'm just... caretaker. This here's Ellie Ordo, and that's Ami-Lee Westar. And up there -- that's Mel Tervho." He didn't look, but pointed up at the ceiling where, in a Foy harness and cradling her high-powered rifle, Fel's erstwhile minder / bodyguard / assassin / jailer peered through her scope at the gathered group from withing a section of trusswork. Hello.
He held his hands out in the universal sign of mea culpa. "So. Apologies. Not my idea, but all things being equal, and with my recent string of luck, you can never be too careful. I don't know you... any of you. And I'm gonna need to know a whole bunch more than nothing before I feel comfortable enough to let you aboard my ship -- as passenger or as hired. Gotta say, I'm pleased with how you all handled yourselves back there. Wasn't a test, per se, but if'n it was, you all passed." He looked from Damron to Ty to Erik to Nathan. "So tell me your story. The condensed version -- who you are, why you're here, where you're going, what you hope to get out of this little cruise." The pause lasted a few seconds while Fel looked at each man, his thousand-yard stare cold enough to cut through the thickest bullshit. "You first, Damron."
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Apr 28, 2018 11:39:15 GMT -8
[ Conference Chamber | CR70 Corellian Corvette, The Blasphemy | Docking Bay | Umgul Spaceport | Umgul City ]
Amy was probably small enough to hop, skip and jump through thresholds on the ship, but the tiny Corellian was not the kind that was prone to such acts. She left Fel to address and attend the newcomers, numerous as they were now, she'd wondered where Melia had gotten off to, seeing as she could spot Ellie (and no sign or hair of Janos), and her oddball droid, BB-Drunk, who was wheeling uncontrollably into bulkheads and the legs of unwary people until she bent down to pick up the silly thing and just held it, but its head still swerved and swung around maniacally from time to time.
And that was why he's BB-Drunk.
She eventually placed the droid on a desk, with instructions to stay put, and turned her attentions back to the men before her, Ellie, Fel and Melia. Though the latter was already poised from a safe vantage to shoot. Amy herself had loosened the clips on the holsters on either thigh, hands rested on the blasters for an easy reach and quickdraw. Her poise was of one who was familiar with such conduct, even as she half-leaned against the same desk that her droid was now occupying. She personally didn't think they were going to cause trouble, but Fel had a good point. They knew nothing, aside from maybe a name and such, and names, as Amy knew, could be falsified easily enough.
She was quiet and unassuming, but she kept her view of the four men clear and obstruction-free.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Apr 28, 2018 15:56:04 GMT -8
*Even in her half state of mind, Ellie could sense the return of Fel and Ami. They weren't alone and this drew her curiosity. Removing herself from her chair, she wondered the halls until she found the rest of her crew. They had gathered in what used to be the ships conference chamber. The sight of the four newcomers made her pause for a moment before moving to stand by Ami.*
*She knew the one, Damron, from the bar. The others she did not recognize. Fel seemed welcoming enough to them, at least for Fel anyway. Ellie sat on the edge of the table and carefully eyed every one of them. Reaching out with the force, she scanned each individual to get a better reading on them.*
*Even with all her force sensitivity, stoic demeanor and watchfullness. She seemed somewhat distant, as if her mind was on other things. Quite frankly it was. Everything her old friends said to her was harder to shake off then she expected. She gripped the bottle in her hand a little tighter before taking a quick swig.*
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Post by Ty Loms on Apr 29, 2018 0:40:59 GMT -8
When they reached the ship Ty remained quiet, just taking in what had happened in the bar. He hoped no one would be able to recognize him from a description or any surveillance equipment. It would be unfortunate for him and if he was going to travel with these people they could get caught in the crossfire. He didn't want that, so when the Captain, Fel, introduced himself and the crew then asked each man what they hoped to get from all this Ty had a lot to contemplate. He did take note of the name Ellie Ordo, Mandalorian in origin, was she Dar'manda too? Or perhaps on some sort of pilgrimage. He also took interest in the yellow Beskar clad companion that fought with them in the bar. It wasn't a problem so long as they didn't know who he was, Mandalorians didn't look too kindly on people like him, but they didn't need to know anything that might cause a scene.
He looked around at each of them but he studied Galdaart Fel, that name, he'd heard it before but he couldn't remember when. Maybe it came across it as a possible recruit for the Aces or STARS. There was something about him, a look about him that Ty recognized, he seemed tired and maybe even a little lost. Something had been taken from him, Ty was sure of it, he'd lost quiet a bit himself and he saw it every time he looked in the mirror. But he knew Fel was a serious man, meant to be treated with respect, otherwise his name would have never come across his desk for recruitment. Perhaps he knew some of these others too, the guy in the suspenders looked familiar, almost exactly like this rodder that joined the Aces in their infancy, a recruit just like him. What was his name? Roman Peter? Something like that. Rodder. This guy definitely wasn't him, he seemed like he could actually take care of himself. Maybe a relative?
Ty leaned against the wall, looking up at the sniper over head, he could barely see her he was so drunk. Which reminded him, he had a bottle under his arm getting warm. He pulled it out and popped it open and took a long drink while he waited for his turn to tell his story, or at least what he could tell. He tapped the guy in the suspenders on the arm and offered to pass the bottle so as not to seem selfish. Besides, it's hard to trust a guy you can't have a drink with.
Once the bottle had been passed off Ty waited a few moments for someone to answer the captain's question, specifically the guy who was asked directly. Ty was ready to sleep off this alcohol and the quicker they did that the better, "Don't everybody jump at once." He said as he pushed himself off the wall. "My name is Tyler Lamar. I guess you could call me a soldier or sorts, though I haven't been that in a long time." His voice trailed off toward the end as he started down not necessarily at anything but in the captain's general direction. "Long time..." He said in but a whisper before he cleared his throat and focused on the captain. "Anyway, I've been doing a lot of traveling recently, minding my own for the most part, 'less I see someone in need of some help. I suppose I'm just looking for a ride somewhere, anywhere really. I'll keep to myself and pay when it's done so long as I make it there in one piece." He glanced up at the bodyguard. "Not much else to tell, but I'm happy to answer any questions as best I can." He looked around at everyone wondering what might be on their minds.
He did feel a little guilty, he didn't lie about anything except his name but he didn't exactly tell the truth either, he left a lot out, but he did that to protect them as much as himself. The less specifics they knew about him the better.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2018 18:50:08 GMT -8
Entin and Orlov Estate
I initially, and quite incorrectly as it soon becomes apparent, attribute the nausea and dizziness I begin to feel as Madieke knocks on the door to a simple case of jitters prior to confronting Lyov and Helaine, ignoring what could have been a forewarning of what transpires once the door that was knocked upon opens to reveal that our arrival has either been anticipated or announced to Lyov and Helaine sometime after it was decided that we would be attempting to bring them into custody.
I weave unsteadily as, the droid that had opened the door and greeted us with blaster fire, the tips of my lekku coiling together behind my back, I reach for Eirene, my lightsaber, and ignite it while lifting it in front of me on a horizontal angle to deflect the blaster bolt that the droid fires at me after firing at Madieke. Eirene wails as the blaster bolt splashes against the glowing, emerald hued blade of my lightsaber, creating a spray of sparks as the bolt is deflected wildly back upwards into the air. Red lightsaber blades pierce the darkness within the house as Kokya opens fire and calls for us to fall back, a suggestion I choose to ignore. Fighting back the nausea and dizziness I feel, for I know now it is not real even as I feel it, I tell Percival, "Help the officers at the back," having overheard the shouts from Kokya's comms that reveal we are not alone in having come under attack.
Percival, looking nauseous and pale, nods grimly all the same and leaps upwards after running a few zig zagging steps, landing atop the roof and rushing back to aid the imperiled UPD SWAT officers, as I allow Ashla to guide my hand to deflect more blaster bolts as the droids within the house begin to fire while putting myself between the advancing ASP droids and the others so that I can cover their retreat, careful to keep the oncoming ASP droids in front of me so that the droids inside the house have no clear line of fire towards me. As I meet the hungrily keening blade of one of the ASP droids that makes it outside, I see that Pakwa, having ignored Kokya's call to retreat as well, has batted the lightsaber of another aside with her own, and as I reach for Foteini, my shoto, with my free hand to stab it upwards for the ASP's head while igniting the green blade, see the Sullustan swing her lightsaber swiftly back in towards her mechanical foe's waist.
The nausea and dizziness fading as he races along the rooftops towards the back of the house, Percival spots the battle easily enough by the multicolored flashes of light playing in the mists ahead like lightning in clouds, and calls on the Force to increase his speed, leaping down into the mists and then races through them with his blue hued lighsaber ignited to try and draw the attention of whomever it is attacking the SWAT officers towards him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2018 12:57:27 GMT -8
Entin and Orlov Residence
The 3D-4X administrative droid jerkily staggers backwards, torn apart by the blaster bolts that Nazani and Kokya fire into it. One of the ASP-19 battle droids is destroyed when Madieke and then Kokya focus their blaster fire on it.
Lyov watches the opening moves of the game closely, paying more heed to the actions, reactions, and combat styles of the Jedi than the law enforcement personnel in anticipation of facing the Jedi after the remaining pawns on both sides of the board have been removed. As he studies the Jedi Lyov alters his mode of psychic assault, trusting that the nausea and dizziness that his use of Malacia had caused will linger on for a few more moments, disrupting the ability of his foes to resist the emanations of Force Insanity that he focuses on summoning and then sends forth. The Jedi might be able to resist the effects of the power, but Lyov feels confident that the law enforcement personnel will retreat from the field of battle or be so afflicted that the surviving droids will soon be able to wound or kill them.
The ASP-19 that finds itself facing off against Serrin steps backwards to avoid decapitation, as well as to disengage the lightfoil clasped in its right hand from the lock with her lightsaber. Sliding its left leg backwards and pivoting so that it presents only its right side to Serrin, the ASP-19 lunges quickly forward in an apparent attempt to plunge the tip of its lighfoil into Serrin's chest. The ASP-19's strike proves to be a feint, altering trajectory downward so that if unblocked or dodged it will cut deeply into the muscle of the Twi'lek's upper thigh.
The ASP-19 that Pakwa confronts moves quickly enough to avoid being cut in half, suffering only cosmetic damage when its opponent's lightsaber cuts shallowly into its metallic side just as Kokya's second burst of blaster rifle fire damages its left shoulder. Side-stepping to bring itself onto Pakwa's off-hand side, the ASP-19 swings its lightfoil out for the Sullustan's neck to try and remove her head from it.
Two of the SE4 servant droids, positioned on opposite sides of the living area, attempt to capture Madieke in a crossfire as they send a hail of blaster bolts towards her. The third SE4 servant droid aims and fires two bolts for Kokya's head, and then adjusts its aim based on the SWAT officer's reaction to send one bolt towards her head.
Helaine switches her lighfoil off and darts to her left through the mists to avoid being hit by the blaster bolts that the panicked SWAT officer fires towards where the first two members of his team were slain. Laughing as she uses the Force to propel her swiftly towards the SWAT officer's left side to draw his fire, Helaine continues running so that she is at his back and then switches her lightfoil on while leaping forward to stab him in the back. As she dances backwards after killing the SWAT officer, Helaine spies the blue glow of a lightsaber hurtling through the mists on an approach for her current position.
Smiling gleefully as she switches her lightfoil off and skips to her right to change her position, Helaine searches via the Force for the members of the other SWAT fireteam. Giggling as she runs through the mists to put herself between the approaching Jedi and the members of the SWAT team, Helaine begins to focus on marshaling the Force while she switches her lightfoil on briefly once she is between them. Helaine casts Force horror upon the SWAT officers and then switches her lightfoil off before she flits silently through the mists to bring herself behind the members of the SWAT team, who may now be panicked enough to fire at the Jedi. Helaine is so excited to play with the Jedi that she cannot resist beginning to cut the SWAT officers down from behind even before waiting to learn whether or not they have joined in the play themselves.
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Post by Erik Itera on Apr 30, 2018 19:10:30 GMT -8
Erik followed everyone else to the hangar and into the ship ducking and dodging the various bits of extra supports and junk that has littered the mostly gutted ship.Erik was slowly beginning to wonder if allowing himself to get pulled along with these people was a good idea or not. Really all he knew about them was that they could beat up a bunch of Alliance soldiers, and while that counted for a lot in the young Mandalorian's book it didn't necessary mean it was the place he should be right now. That concern was reinforced when the captain points out the sniper in the supports above them and begins demanding information. He slowly places his polearm in it's place on his back as he listens as Tyler gives a brief account of who he is and what he wants. Finally he decides that he really had no choice at this point except to go with the flow and see where it all ends up.
Taking a single step forward after the other man finishes he reaches up with both hands and removes his helm, slipping it under his left arm as he runs his right hand through his slightly shaggy brown hair. He meets everyone's eyes, including the intimidating look of the captain, even if it was only for a moment. I am Erik Itera. I'm a smith, a mechanic, and an Engineer. Basically I create and fix things, which if I'm being honest you seem to really need around here. He gestures around at the general state of the ship, chuckling just a bit. I have no goals or aspirations as well as no exceptions from our possible partnership. I honestly was just trying to avoid local trouble, however I also have no attachments to this place and would be glad to help you out a bit for as long as you'll have me. His method in life was mostly to go with the flow and it seemed like the flow had taken him here and so he would run with it for as long as made sense.
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Post by Damron Blue on May 2, 2018 6:35:25 GMT -8
[ Conference Chamber | CR70 Corellian Corvette, The Blasphemy | Docking Bay | Umgul Spaceport | Umgul City ]
*Looking around at those gathered and listening to their stories. As it seemed everyone's eyes moved to him, he was wringing his hands nervously. Damron once more turned down the opaqueness of his visor to once more reveal his Zeltron features. He was not drunk enough for this. With one last deep breath he spoke.*
Came here a few months ago, hoping to use my slicing to rig some gambling machine's to make a quick buck then hop out. As you can see that didn't work. Securities pretty tight at the upscale places and any where else isn't worth the effort. Tried going legit but that didn't work either. Got noting to my name, save what's in my bags here. But if you need a slicer you'll be hard put to find any better this side of the Core.
*He opted to leave out the bit about his alcoholism, they didn't need to worry about that.*
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Post by Ellie Ordo on May 2, 2018 16:13:25 GMT -8
*Ellie's eyes moved between each being in turn as they spoke. She paid less attention to their facial features and more of what she could feel in the force. Each had a story to tell, but most seemed to leave something out. Ellie took a slow swig of her drink, choosing to remain silent, wondering if she should even tell her story. She was suddenly glad she had his her lightsaber inner pocket.*
*Tyler Lamar, a Mandalorian like herself, well maybe not exactly. He was an ex-soldier that seemed to have a painful past. She could sense it on him, like a wound that wouldn't heal. Now he seemed to drift from place to place, trying to stay one step ahead of his memories. This was something Ellie could relate to. She could, however, feel him hesitate ever so slightly when he mentioned his name. Was that truly what it was?*
*Her eyes moved to Erik, another Mandalorian. He was more straight forward and didn't seem to hide who he was, though she wondered why he was out here. Looking for adventure? Perhaps for his place in the galaxy.*
*Damron stepped forward and introduced himself. She already knew a little about him, or at least his name and his profession. Why he was here was almost important to him as why he wanted to leave. Ellie was no stranger to chasing the next big pay, it was one of the reasons she ended up here in the first place. There was something he was leaving out, it didn't seem threatening, just something personal.*
*Ellie gave a slow breath as she let her mind break off from the group. The bottle went back to her lips and her mind began to drift to other things.*
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on May 3, 2018 7:48:13 GMT -8
[ Conference Chamber | CR70 Corellian Corvette, The Blasphemy | Docking Bay | Umgul Spaceport | Umgul City ]
They all have useful skills, and most of them carried baggage of some kind, metaphorically speaking, but who didn't, these days? Amy's little droid swivelled its head to look at the Corellian woman, then at the gathering, before swerving to bump against her, as if looking for her attention. She simply gave it an idle pat on the head, and regarded the last one (Nathan) with a look. Everyone had spoken, save for him, and it was he that she was most curious about. Ellie was busy drinking, Fel waited for answers, and Mel was still ready to shoot anyone who so much as blinked funny.
She actually had a question for Fel, but she figured she'd wait until the last man had spoken, shared a little, established himself, before they went to the subject of the original plan of making a little something in order to get further out.
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Nathan Caldwell [Retired]
Member
This character is retired, though permission has been given to be NPC'ed as needed.
Posts: 125
Affiliation: The First Order
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on May 3, 2018 16:33:51 GMT -8
Following the group to the spaceport and boarding a very aged CR70, Nate let out a low whistle as he boarded the vessel. She had certainly seen better day, that much was clear. Running a gloved hand along the wall, feeling the grooves and pock-marks in the metal as he went. Oh the stories this girl would tell, if she could talk. She'd been through a lot. And that was noticeable even without the state of the interior. Clearly intended for some sort of rush-job project, the corvette was space worthy and air tight. Aside from that, it wasn't meant to be comfortable. He idly listened to the heavily scarred space speak. The Blasphemy eh? Aptly named, it would seem. And then he introduced himself. Galdaart Fel. Hmm, impressive. The man had quite the reputation, both legit and otherwise. Nathan had heard of Fel's exploits. Though he couldn't recall any one in particular at the moment. He also introduced Ellie Ordo. With a quick glance over to her, he accepted the bottle the muscular, very drunk stranger next to him had offered. Taking a swig, he offered it back with a slight nod. Ordo. A Mandalorian name. Interesting. Ami-Lee Westar was next. Hmmm, Westar. Just like the blaster. And then Fel pointed up. Perched in the perfect vantage point, a woman with a high powered rifle. Mel Tervho. He'd have to remember not to piss her off. And once the rest started speaking, he sort of zoned out. Lost in thought. Of what he actually wanted to do. Truthfully, he wasn't entirely sure. He did want to be among the stars again. That much was clear. Aside from that, well he'd have to figure it out as he went. As he settled on that thought, he noticed Ms. Westar staring at him. And that's when he realized he hadn't answered Fel's question yet. Placing his hands on his hips, pushing the brown duster he wore, back a bit, revealing his T-6 Thunderer Heavy Blaster, he replied.
"Been sittin' planet side a might longer than intended. Name's Nathan Reynolds. Former smuggling captain of the Serenity... had a crew once, not much different from those sittin' here now. Aside from that, been running in this life since I was old enough to know which end of a blaster to hold. I can fight, pilot and read people well enough to get the job done."
Nodding to Fel, he continued.
"Being cut from the same, you know how it is, Captain. It's the life we chose, cuz it's the life we love. Out from underneath anyone's heel, causing mischief and gettin' paid to fly. Freedom. As it was meant to be."
And he wasn't wrong. Most people who chose this lifestyle didn't do it to be a criminal, they did it because they enjoyed the variety it brought. And the adventure that usually followed. Fel, while maybe not the same as himself, was similar in the sense that this was the life he lived, that he wanted to live. Hopefully Fel would understand what he meant...
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Galdaart Fel
Retired High Councilor
...not hiding anymore
Posts: 1,565
Affiliation: The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Galdaart Fel on May 3, 2018 17:24:00 GMT -8
"Don't everybody jump at once."
Fel smiled at this. He wasn't an impatient man, not by a long shot. But the questions were of the 'you-aught-to-know' variety, so he was pleased when Tyler Spoke up. A soldier. But no more. Lots of that going around... Alright soldier. I don't give a lot of guarantees, but I can and will guarantee you we're going 'somewhere.' And if that's all you need before throwing in with the lot of us, then you'll do fine hereabouts. He walked toward the large man, his own diminutive stature painfully obvious in Ty's shadow. I guess, only question I'd have for you, is who'd you fight for, and what would you fight for down the road?
Fel moved on, taking a step or two toward the Mandalorian, Erik, but called out over his shoulder to Ty as he walked. No guarantees on arriving in one piece. But if we do, and if you watch our backs in the process, it'll be me paying you, not the other way 'round. He arrived before the Mandalorian and took him in, head to toe. Tell me what this ship says to you, Erik. Does it speak to you? Fel moved off a short distance, running a hand along one of the recently-added duralumin girders that speared the ship along the long axis, several adjoining beams and truss girders intersected this particular piece of metal, and Fel touched it softly, gently, as if resting his hand on a child's head. The parts of the original vessel that had been in the way of these new additions had crudely been hacked away, but the welding, the work of adding the new steel, was masterful. He turned back to the young man, his single remaining natural cold, blue eye blazing with intent and concentration. Tell me what this ship is, and what it was, and I'll have the measure of you as a mech.
Fel turned toward Damron, who seemed out of his depth, more than a little. His natural eye blinked, but the sickly yellow synth eye did not, and remained focussed on him for a long moment. Fel didn't like slicers as a rule. (mostly because he didn't fully comprehend how they did what they did -- much of it was voodoo to him.) He'd be hard pressed to find a better slicer 'this side of the Core' huh? Impress me -- how are you with mid-level First Order tech, Damron? Like... could you run a bypass on an encrypted command system inside of thirty seconds?
Finally, the man in red spoke. Reynolds. Right. Reynolds. Knew I knew you. Been a long time, Nathan. The hell you doin' out here with nothin' but a gun barrel to your name? Where's yer ship? ...he walked up closer to the taller man, speaking in a lower voice You capable of leavin' the Captaining to someone else? That can be a tough Bantha hide to chew on. He smiled at the Corellian, turning away and walking back to the centre of the group. Melia... I don't like this one. Far above, Mel Tervho made a finger-gun, aimed it at Nathan Reynolds, and mouthed the word 'pew,' then winked at the spacer, smiling a winning smile. I'm just kidding, Nathan. Welcome aboard, all of ya. My waste don't smell any sweeter'n the rest of you. I've done my time orderin' and bustin' humps. Out in the cold dark, we work together, or we don't work at all. We don't work -- someone could end up dead. When we have a gig, you'll all get a chance to vote on it. When there's money to be had, we split it. You need to go your own way -- you go. He grew serious, and his voice was cold as Hoth. You cross me, you'll wish you hadn't. a pause Deck one has all the amenities of home. Not much in the galley to speak of, but we're not likely to be here for long. Find yourselves a bunk, we lift off in thirty minutes...
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