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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2014 21:29:41 GMT -8
Frowning beneath her buy'ce in distaste when Fenrir reveals that their current job is transporting slaves to Kessel, Neassa only shakes her head when asked if she has any other questions, then heads forward to the cockpit to start the pre-flight checks since, her disapproval of slavery aside, she is stuck with the crew for the time being given that her own ship is elsewhere. Spectre had not mentioned what the crew of the Midnight Shadow was involved in, making her wonder whether or not her vod knows about their current cargo; Neassa does not know Spectre well, having only recently met and agreed to look for work with him, and guesses that they will need to make it point to discuss just what they are each willing to get involved with sooner rather than later.
Once in the cockpit, Neassa assesses the ship's logs to see if there are any known problems they should be aware of, and after learning that a few minor maintenance issues that can wait to be addressed, moves on to powering the vessel up to listen for any unusual sounds while checking that there are no warning lights coming on. After reviewing the controls and determining that everything appears to be operating within normal tolerance levels, Neassa powers the Midnight Shadow back down and heads aft to disembark and conduct the external inspection of the ship.
After walking around the vessel to look for any signs of damage or wear and tear that need to be addressed, watching for any debris on the deck that could pose a danger to the ship while doing so, Neassa finishes near the boarding ramp, where she spots Silas, who appears as exhausted as before while lost in thought as he examines the leather bound tome he carries with him. Glancing from Silas towards the deck hands that are currently finishing their task of refueling the Midnight Shadow, Neassa tells Silas, The pre-flight is finished. If you want to go and get some rack time, I can handle things out here.
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Post by Preacher on Dec 17, 2014 7:44:00 GMT -8
Preacher looks up from the book to meet the eye of the warrior woman descending the ramp. The look in his eye is unmistakable. Steely determination. Righteous indignation. Fatigue. And something else, a little dangerous. The first part of his spoken words seems recited, though if so it is from memory, as he looks directly at her, not at the open book in his hands.
For it is clearly written that none shall have domain over another by exchange of persons or labor. Each shall be her own of free mind and will. The ownership or abuse of the flesh is punishable, and his hand shall be swift and sure. he closes the book, slips it carefully into his shoulder satchel, and looks back up at Neassa. Warrior woman -- where I'm from, those in armour exist solely to protect those in need. I hope you are of their ilk. You can handle things out here, I will handle things in there. indicates the ship. he draws back the long coat on his right hip, and retrieves the hilt from its sheath. giving her a curt nod, he passes her on the ramp, heading inside.
Entering the cargo bay, he stops, closes his eyes and opens himself to the power of his Inner Strength once more. By the Red Sun, but he's tired. Thankfully, what he seeks doesn't take long to find, or much Strength to control. He turns right, through the small lounge, and enters a corridor familiar to Adrien's thoughts, but new to Silas. Still with eyes closed, he runs his hand over the doors on the left wall, pausing at the bulkhead separating the corridor from the flight deck, and then back again until he stops at the first door, closest to the lounge. This. This one. Locked. It doesn't take much to find the master override code in Adrien's thoughts. Silas wagers that the code remains unchanged since the previous owner's tenure, and is rewarded as the door slides aside to reveal a handful of sentients, standing as far away from the door as is possible. Scared. He looks at each one in turn.
Follow me.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2014 14:30:09 GMT -8
Neassa is not sure that protector of those in need is an entirely accurate description for her. Unless, of course, one counts taking only bounties on known criminals as protecting those in need, in which case Neassa supposes that she does protect those in need from the misdeeds of those she has either killed or helped bring to justice. Irregardless of whether she is a protector like those Silas speaks of from where ever it is he is from, Neassa would rather be looking for another job than participating in slavery and so she does not hesitate to tell him without equivocation, I've got your back.
She will be more use in the ship than out, and so, her right hand settling on the grip of the DL-44 holstered on her thigh after she thumbs the switch to set the weapon on stun, Neassa follows Silas up the boarding ramp and back into the Midnight Shadow. A specific series of eye movements brings her HUDs lifeform scanner mode up, allowing Neassa to keep tabs on where the other members of the crew that had remained aboard the ship are as well as to locate the seven slaves they will be freeing, and she stops near the dejarik table in the crew lounge when Silas, who appears to have his own way of locating the slaves, heads forward towards the cockpit so she will be able to cover him and the slaves in the event things go south.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2014 16:29:00 GMT -8
After Neassa and Silas had gone off to attend to the various pre-flight ship inspections, Fenrir had headed across to the opposite side of the common lounge area, and headed for the room where he had originally stayed during the trip to Juvex, with the intent to have a little bit of a rest. But before he'd had a chance to lay down, he picked up the slight sounds of people coming back up into the ship, before the sound of a pair of pacing boots softly echoed from the fore of the ship. Whilst it was true that he could just be jearing the usual sounds of the crew, Fenrir had work with more than a couple agents in the past, and they made the same foot movements when they were looking for something, which may mean that the people the old crew members of Adriens had warned him of, may have already found the ship and be looking for the Captain.
Well, who ever these intruders were, they were about to regret trying to infiltrate the Shadow, that was for sure. Fenrir then extended his claws again as he crept back along the hallway and through the door seperating the aft hallway and the lounge area. It was here that he found the female Mandalorian standing near the dejarik table, her hand resting on her pistol grip, facing the fore hallway leading to the cockpit. Well this was a slightly unexpected turn of events, albeit not entirely unexpected, considering he had only just met the woman, and thus had no way of knowing her true motivations. It was then that he smelled the scent of the man known as Silas coming from the hallway, as well as that of the group of slaves, causing things to start to fall into place
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Oi! care to explain wants going on here?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2014 19:30:28 GMT -8
The lifeform scanner Neassa had activated when following Silas back aboard the Midnight Shadow renders Fenrir's creeping towards the lounge unnecessary; the scanner would pick him or any other living being up even were they hidden by a cloaking device or stealth field. Turning to face the hatch their company is approaching, Neassa tells Silas, We've got one potential hostile inbound from the aft cargo hold, and then takes a deep breath, feeling her mind and body settling into the familiar poised readiness to act her training has instilled in her while keeping an eye on her HUD for any sign the other crew members still aboard the ship will be joining them.
When Fenrir steps through the hatch Neassa does not move, facing him with a deceptive stillness as she watches his posture for any sign he will try and close the distance between them or move towards Silas and the slaves. In other circumstances Neassa would not willingly sacrifice the initiative, and would probably have drawn her weapon before Fenrir made it through the hatch so she could attempt to drop him as he entered the lounge, but the situation is unique enough that Neassa feels giving Fenrir the opportunity to avoid a confrontation is warranted. Answering Fenrir's question in an even tone, without any hint of challenge or sarcasm, Neassa tells him, Exactly what it looks like, and then waits to see just how committed to being involved in the slave trade the man is.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 6:37:12 GMT -8
Fenrir look at the Mando woman, before glancing over to the hallway, and then returning his attention back to her, as he retracted his claws, almost somewhat amused by the woman's confirmation that her and Silas were indeed planning to free their passangers, so to speak. Well, their hearts were in the right place he supposed, so he assumed Silas offered the Mando a sum of money to help him, and well, when your nicknames Preacher, did anymore need be said. As much as he could be accused of stereotyping the pair, but someone he knew once said it best with the line that if the shoe fits, you should lace that bitch up, a crude saying to say the least, but no less true. figuring that Neassa would have shot him already if she was going to, and find out it was pintless anyway, Fenrir took a seat on the sofa nearest to him
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And tell me, what exactly do you plan to do, once you free them? I mean, neither of you have enough money to give them, so that they can afford accomodation and food, right? Wehere do you think they'll go? These people are slaves, have been probably most, if not all, of their lives. They have likely never been out in the real world, or they have long forgotten what it is like. All they know, is a life in which they serve someone who gives them a roof over their heads, and a hot meal on their table, all for a days work. Yet you would give them their freedom? a concept they can barely grasp, all because your way of life dictates that their way of life is wrong? That is the one fault of all force users, whether they be Jedi, Sith, or unaffiliated. The Jedi view the world as good or evil, the Sith see only pawns to use, and those with the Force always view themselves as more powerful than those without it. This universe is not black or white, it is various shades of grey. We might all be created equal, but so long as we draw breath, we are all different, just like you and me. There are a lot of unknown factors that we have no answers to, such as the questions I've already posed, as well as things like who we are delivering the slaves to, and what their intent is with them. We could be delivering these people to a better life on Kessel, or even to a group that needs these seven people to help them mount their slave resistance. But, I assume you have a plan, yeah? in which case, I suggest you present it to the whole crew, since this affects them as well, considering that once these Slaves are released, we wont ever be able to work for our current employer again, meaning we're out of work, and as I explained before, without a source of income, we cant run this ship...
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Post by Preacher on Dec 18, 2014 15:34:52 GMT -8
Silas wished Fenrir would stop talking about things that he didn't understand, and made a mental note to keep researching the customs and various rituals and factions of the wider 'verse, in hopes that one day, he would understand all the terms the Fierce Man tossed around as if it were common knowledge. Though much of his word-stuff was lost on him, Silas gleaned enough from the man's speech to grow increasingly irritated. By the time Fenrir asks if there is a plan, Silas is holding up his hand for the man to stop speaking. When he continues, the Preacher eventually speaks up, cutting him off as he can bear no more.
--there is no plan. There is no money. Look, Fenrir, I'm sorry. Most of your talk doesn't make much sense to me. Jedi, Sith, Force, Kessel... can't say I've ever heard these words. I'm a stranger in your lands, as anyone with half an ounce of sense could tell. Just trying to make my way. But as unfortunate as it may be to you and your bank-book, where I come from I suppose I'm a sort of... he is momentarily at a loss for words ...frontier law man? We're called Preachers. Not many of us around on my world. Maybe four. We're tasked with keeping bad men in check when other methods fail, and righting wrong when evil takes a foothold. I carry the law with me. I can read and write, which is more'n I can say for 90% of the population where I come from. I uphold our laws, and where necessary, write new ones. It is all I have, and I have lived my whole life handing out sentence to wrongdoers. It isn't perfect, but on my planet, it's all there is.
he pauses, in order to check on Neassa and the slaves, and maybe to check himself from going too far.
Forgive me, but your unknown factors are your own. The questions you needs answers to are your own. The 'verse may justify slavery any way that it likes, but it is written, and my actions are prescribed. I may not be at home any longer, but a thief doesn't stop being a thief just because he's off-world. Same for me -- I don't stop being a Preacher just 'cause I'm elsewhere. We walk off this ship, into the hospital where -- unless I am mistaken -- all are welcome, and we request political asylum for these men and women. Refugees, I believe the term is. I would consider telling the authorities that this ship acted in their best interests and ferried them to their new life, instead of acting as jailer and prison-barge. Yes, the transition to life anew will not be easy, but the fact remains, slavery is unjust. And as for our "current employer..." I am not as of yet a member of this crew. It would be fine if you decided not to continue on with me. A shame, but fine. And if I were any kind of Preacher, I would not only never work for that "employer" ever again, I would pay him a visit, and read to him from the book of laws. Punishment would be slow, and painful.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 21:18:01 GMT -8
Neassa doesn't lower her guard or alter her stance when Fenrir sits, remaining motionless as he tries to explain why freeing the slaves might not be a good idea; some of his reasons selfish and some sounding to her like an amusing attempt to paint slavery as somehow a boon to the seven individuals in question. Listening to Silas reply to Fenrir is revealing; explaining the man's motivations and offering some insight into his origins. Neassa finds much to admire in Silas' code, and in his steely determination to follow that code, but does feel that he, like Fenrir, has overlooked one thing.
After Silas has finished speaking, Neassa, not as inclined to making her points at length as the two men, points out what both have overlooked as she asks, Why don't we ask them, she nods her buy'ce in the direction of the seven beings peering in fear, curiosity, and a mixture of other emotions from the cabin behind Silas, what they want? It seems to me that their opinions are the only ones that matter here. Her buy'ce's t-visor turns back towards Fenrir as she says evenly and decisively, If they are willing to face the uncertainty of a new, free life, I don't think Silas or I really care what anyone else wants. Smiling predatorily behind her buy'ce, Neassa concludes by pointing out, And if you're worried about your employer, I believe that at least the Preacher and I would very much like to see to it that they learn about the book of laws.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 23:35:39 GMT -8
They were both idealistic fools, seemingly prefering to want to enforce their own self-rightous beliefs on the rest of the crew, something that was quite ironic since they were fighting against the enslavement of the seven passangers, yet they would make the rest of the crew slaves to their own ideals without consulting them. They may think of him as selfish and only after money, but they would be foolish to think so, since he was merely looking out for the welfare of his own crew. It would do none of them any good if they did the 'right' thing, only to end up dead themselves because they couldn't afford to purchase their own supplies
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You have a death wish and want to take on Juvex Imports/Exports by your lonesomes, then be my guests, I will gladly drop your asses off at their front door wrapped in a neat little package, but make no mistake, we are not some vigilante justice crew out to right the wrongs of the universe. And you can be damned well sure you aren't home anymore, and out here, we have a little thing could democracy on this crew, where everyone has an equal say and right to make a decision, and the moment you set foot on this ship without money to pay for passage, you became apart of that crew. I for one, wont stand for a couple of people enforcing their own opinion on everyone else, without giving them a chance to decide for themselves, something I should imagine both of you should understand. If we do this, then we do it as a crew, if you got a problem with that, then you better damn well shoot me and hope it puts me down the first time. Until then, we wont take any action either way, understood?
If they wanted to fight over this and not give everyone a chance to chime in, then Fenrir would by all means give them the fight they were soo eagerly ithcing for, especially the Mandalorian Woman. For now, he sent a quick message to Leon's comm link, asking him to collect Erly, the Male Mando, and the female Nagai and bring them back to the ship
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2014 18:45:30 GMT -8
"Help Anzhelina at the head of the bed, the Nagai, her voice still remaining low and throaty, and her posture almost military in bearing, tells Jemima as they approach the boarding ramp of the Midnight Shadow, and then, despite her small frame, easily pushes the bed up the ramp and through the hatch leading into the lounge. Coming through, the Nagai tells the female Mandalorian standing near the dejarik table, her dark eyes narrowing as she takes in the tense mood in the lounge and carefully notes the positions and armaments of everyone present as she and Jemima guide the bed through the hatch leading to the cargo bay, telling Fenrir, We will be back once we have the captain situated. Meet Miss Sacharo, our new medical officer. Miss Sacharo, meet our interim captain, Fenrir."
"All the way to the end, first hatch on our right, the Nagai tells Jemima as they pass into the cargo hold, which has been modified from it's standard configuration to include, among other things, a fully equipped medical bay with space for up to three patients. As they enter the medical bay, the Nagai tells Jemima, You should have all the equipment you need here, but if you find anything is lacking, let me know. Guiding the bed to a corner large enough to accommodate it, the Nagai adds, There was an IM-6 medical droid aboard the ship when we served on it. If it is still here somewhere, it could act as your assistant if needed. Looking towards a corner of the bed, the Nagai listens to the empty air that is not empty in her delusional version of reality and, after a pause, tells the empty air, I do not know what is going on. We will find out soon enough. Be on guard. The Nagai scowls as she looks at the fingers of her right hand, which tremble visibly as the internal struggle of the facets of her personality for control over the body they inhabit, a struggle the facets themselves are unaware of, manifests itself visibly. The Nagai makes a fist to still the trembling in her fingers, lowering the hand to her side as, the facet of her fractured psyche that knows itself as Forseti retaining its command of the body for now, she asks Jemima, Is there anything we need to do, or can do now for Captain Pi . . . Captain Draykon? Picard is merely an alias, she explains, his name is Adrien Draykon."
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Post by Trent Weston on Dec 19, 2014 19:07:54 GMT -8
The last twelve hours of Trent Weston's life had be chaotic to say the least. He had come here to purchase some droids for Isabelle and deliver them back to her before she tore him a new one. He had bought the droids and had loaded them on the ship then started the pre-flight checklist. He made it outside to disconnect the fuel line and that was the last thing he remembered. When he came to on the ground, outside his ship the same thoughts ran through his mind that as when the Nexus fell and that meant only one thing, he needed to lay low for a while.
He had tried to contact headquarters but received only static, could be a busted comlink, or it could mean an attack on what's left of the Organization. Either way he needed to get out of here, he was surprisingly alive and that in and of itself was suspicious, in fact he was completely unharmed save for a gash above his right eye; but even more suspicious was the fact that seemingly nothing from his ship was missing after a quick search. Being that he was in a private hangar at the time could explain why nothing was missing after whoever it was that hit him was gone, but why was he hit if not to be robbed or kidnapped? And then it hit him, what he was set up and his reason for being alive was to act as some sort of stratagem to get into the new Organization HQ or to locate other classified operations? And he couldn't let that happen.
With this on his mind he sprang into action, he went inside the ship and grabbed a long hose which he then attached to the fuel port and drug the rest inside and began spraying down the walls, taking in one last look at some of his personal items before dousing them with fuel as well. After making sure that the ship was well coated in the fuel he shut off the valve, unhooked the hose, and threw it inside. He also wired one of the droids to malfunction and cause a spark to ignite the fuel and destroy the ship.
Once he was done he walked out of the hangar and toward the spaceport gift shop as he heard the sirens followed by an explosion, luckily he was had gotten far enough away that the blast didn't harm him. In fact it was doubtful that the explosion had caused any damage to the spaceport at all. Once inside the gift shop he bought some new clothes, a few personal hygiene items, some extra clothes, and a backpack. He then changed in the restroom, cleaned up the gash on his head, and burned his clothes along with any personal effects on his person.
He had taken a lot of steps to make sure that he was in the wind. But now he needed to find a ride out of here and the spaceport was obviously not the safest place to do that because now it was crawling with the authorities. So casually he walked further and further away from the action, blending in as well as possible until he could exit the spaceport. From there he made his way to the only other hangar he knew, the RDMC ER Hangar. He'd only been here one other time, and usually the people that came here were fairly reputable people so he figured it was the safest place around to hitch a ride. But first he needed to stop by the cafeteria to grab himself a bite to eat and of course a big sip slushie. Bantha burger and fries always hit the spot so that's what he ordered.
Taking his food with him he waited in the hangar area on a bench and waited for his ship to come in, so to speak. Eating his burger, which was actually pretty good for hospital food, he watched the different groups of people come in and out; none of which seemed all that interesting or willing to take on passengers. And then he saw a Wayfarer-class Medium Transport come in, the ship immediately getting his attention because of it's dark colors and the fact that the ship was a classic. He'd never actually seen one in person, not many people fly them around these days. With his interest piqued he watched the crew come in and out, a guy in a big hat, some pretty good looking chicks, some dude on a stretcher which was obviously why they were here, there were a few people with stretcher dude that looked pretty interesting, and then there were a couple of Mandos, on of which caught his eye. Female, red armor, seemed kinda badass, it was hard to tell Mandalorians apart with their armor on but this one he was pretty sure he knew. She had exited the ship only briefly and went back in with the big hat guy.
This could be his ticket out of here.
He casually ate his food from a distance as he watched the ship and studied the people coming in and out. Taking bite after bite, chewing and sipping on his big sip with little urgency he blended in as anyone might have on a lunch break. He made sure to vary his glances at the ship so as not to draw attention to himself and tip off the crew that they were being watched.
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Post by Spectre on Dec 22, 2014 13:44:33 GMT -8
*Spectre isn't running, but he is walking with a purpose. Which ironically being over six feet, means he can walk faster than some can jog. He arrives in time to see Adrien being loaded back into the ship. He and Erly get to where the show down was occurring and he sees the slaves with their collars. It was pretty obvious what this standoff Behind his skull buy'ce he smiles and asks quizzically at Neassa in her ready stance.* ::Tion cuy ibic?:: *He nods his head at the slaves with the question.*
*He looks at Fenrir. It seems he wasn't very popular right at this moment. Which would be the understatement of the year. It seems that Spectre would have to drop a bombshell in a moment. Just to take the edge off of the palpable friction in the air.*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2014 17:04:31 GMT -8
Leon followed not far behind the Mandalorian, as he made his way up onto the ship, before moving over to the back corner of the room parallel to where Fenrir was currently seated, before taking a moment to glance around the room. It seemed things were heating up a little around here, undoubtedly due to the revelation they were carrying slaves, a fact he felt was probably not at all helped by his brother's rather unique personality and perspective on life. Regardless, it seemed Fenrir hadn't killed anyone yet, so that was what he would consider progress
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Well, we're all here now... What's up?
Fenrir had given a nod to both the Nagai Woman and their new medical officer, Miss Sacharo, as they headed to the Shadow's on board medical bay, before the rest of the crew showed up. With everyone here now, this situation could perhaps be resolved without too much bloodshed, since he had a feeling it might not serve his mission here too good if he happened to kill half the crew. It was just another reason that he, personally, hated this captaining crap, and working in a team in general, due to situations like this one
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Well, now that you're all here, for those of you who missed my brief induction earlier, allow me to introduce our... passangers, in a manner of speaking. We picked them up on Juvex, as a part of a business deal with Juvex Imports/Exports, whom currently are emloying us to move these goods to Kessel. But, Silas and his female friend there, want to be all crusaders of justice, and let them go, meaning we'll all be out of a job, meaning no credits to pay for food, fuel, or supplies for the time being. So, I open the floor for each of you to make your own decision, as our female mandalorian friend has pointed out, we should ask these slaves what they want, so it'll come down to whether or not we comply with our contract, which is itself its own kind of book of laws, or we agree to abide by what ever decision these slaves make, whether it be to free them, or take them to Kessel. Just keep in mind, we are a smuggling crew, meaning the entire premise of our existence, is to smuggle goods, both legal, and illegal, across borders of all sorts, whether it be relief supplies to a planet deep in Imperial Territory, or a supply of spice to somewhere in the Republic, or vice-versa, so even if you want to free these slaves now, you better decide if smuggling is the life for you here and now...
If Fenrir was honest, he wasn't entirely sure if any of them had really known exactly what sort of ship/crew that Adrien Draykon ran when they had first agreed to make use of his services, but at least now they knew, and could make a decision and not continue to feign ignorance or be surprised by their future cargo
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2014 22:20:11 GMT -8
After Fenrir gives his second speech, essentially arguing that any decision that is made should involve the entire crew, Neassa pointedly removes her hand from her blaster to convey that she is standing down for the moment, and then hooks her thumbs into the belt of her holster as she takes a few steps backwards to lean against the wall to await the arrival of the rest of the crew. Gathering from Fenrir's line about the need to hope that a first blaster bolt put him down that there is more to him than there appears, Neassa makes a mental note of the implied fact should she ever find herself facing the man in something more violent than an ethical debate. The fact that there is a need for debating the question of whether the crew wants to be involved in slavery reinforces Neassa's belief that the crew is one that has not been together long at all, and she supposes that if there is a bright side, it is that she will have the chance to see just what kind of individuals it is that Spectre has offered their services to; which will also give her the opportunity to walk away now before becoming involved with them further. Smuggling arms, drugs, or other goods is something that she could live with, but Neassa will have no part in slavery.
Her lifeform scanner makes her aware of the two beings approaching the ship with a third laying down, and Neassa correctly guesses that some of the crew are bringing their injured captain back aboard the ship even before the Nagai and the woman that is introduced as their new medical officer board and guide the stretcher through the lounge and towards the cargo bay where a medical bay must be set up somewhere.
When Spectre arrives, Neassa answers his question with a growled, Mirci adate*, adding, Bic ni skana'din**, with enough contempt in her tone that he should be able to understand that her distaste for slavery runs deep enough that she will not be a part of a crew that participates in it in any way. Neassa is about to explain the whole situation in more detail so that Spectre knows exactly what is going on, but her lifeform scanner makes her aware that someone else is approaching the ship, and then when the man boards and Fenrir announces afterwards that the crew has all arrived and begins to lay the situation out for everyone present. Neassa has already made her stance clear, and Fenrir has informed the crew members that are present of where she stands, and so she doesn't say anything additional for the moment, letting the others voice their opinions on the matter at hand.
* Slaves
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Post by Erly Ryzer on Dec 23, 2014 18:47:44 GMT -8
Erly poked her head in at the entrance, the two nunas hiding at her heels. She practically felt the tension in the air even before she reached the ship, and she was hesitant. So when Spectre walked in, the young woman was half tempted to sneak in behind him, but it seemed like she was needed for a vote, an important one.
Slaves!
She was pretty open to anything, despite having a background with CorSec, except slavery, and anything to do with it. So, transporting slaves was a big no for her.
However, she was also thinking. Adrien may or may not have known what he was doing prior to bringing her on board. Originally, she was really just going to be a passenger off a ship, but in light of recent events, with the real captain incapacitated beyond even the ability to make a decision by proxy, she had to consider what he would have done in the best interest of himself, his ship and his crew. Like she used to do for CorSec, she began to analyze the facts that she had available to her, and what little she knew about the man Adrien, prior to his incapacitation.
He was astute, fast on his feet, a quick thinker, and despite a mild attempt to showcase himself differently, a gentleman and a protector. He did after all put his jacket on her, which she had yet to remove despite it being outsize on her, and she theorized it had protective abilities to some extent. With this in mind, loathe as he may be towards slaves, though this was just pure assumption at this point, she had the feeling he wouldn't renege on a deal or recklessly do something to endanger his crew. There had to be a way to do this without completely putting themselves at risk.
She raised one hand up into the air and said, "I'm okay with transporting just about anything. Goods of the legal or even illegal kind, but I'm not a big fan of slavery. Heck, I'm against it. Aside from whatever the slaves are about to say, I only raise a few questions: What would Captain Draykon do? Can we get out of this without endangering the lives of the crew or the ship? And is there a middle ground that we can all agree on?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 19:55:07 GMT -8
Returning to the lounge in time to hear the interim captain explain the reason that he has called the crew together, the tiny Nagai looks almost as though she is at parade rest while she stands beside the hatch separating the lounge from the cargo bay. Her normally expressive and animated face remains watchful and intent throughout most of what Fenrir says, the only sign of emotion to surface occurring when he reveals that the crew is currently transporting slaves and a look of commingled disbelief and revulsion briefly appears before subsiding. The Nagai glances to her left as Fenrir continues speaking, and lifts a hand as though urging someone to be silent even though there is no one to be silenced, save for in her delusional version of reality.
After the short, blonde haired female human speaks, voicing her personal aversion to being involved in slavery before asking a series of questions, the Nagai - unique among those present in that she has served alongside Adrien before, and knows the personal code that the man adhered to - clears her throat, then says in a low, throaty voice that has no hint of doubt or uncertainty in it, "Captain Draykon would never participate in slavery, glancing to her left as though including someone even though there is no one there before she continues, We served with Captain Draykon aboard the Midnight Shadow for years. Pausing and looking to her left once more, the Nagai appears as though she is listening to someone or something for a moment before she nods as though agreeing with whatever it is that she had heard, and then addresses the other crew members as though they too should have been able to hear what she had been listening to, Anzhelina is right, being a part of slavery is a line that Captain Draykon never crossed, and never would cross. Her expression darkens as the Nagai continues, We cannot . . . We do not believe that Captain Draykon would have knowingly entered into a contract involving the transportation of slaves. Looking at Fenrir, the Nagai asks him, You said the transportation of these beings was a part of the deal with Juvex Imports? What does the rest of the contract entail? What are the exact terms of the contract? Unless the contract specifically mentions slaves, and I do not believe it does since Captain Draykon would never have agreed to it if it had, can we not simply say that our passengers left of their own free will prior to our arrival on Kessel with whatever else it was we are to deliver? If the contract gives us no explicit reason to believe the passengers are indeed slaves, then we could not be accused of breach of contract if those passengers we believed to be free chose to alter their travel plans, could we?"
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Post by Preacher on Dec 28, 2014 10:03:38 GMT -8
Silas listened while some chimed in, and also looked from face to face of each of the assembled crew. Those who didn't speak were thunderous in their silence. But ultimately, it was something Fenrir said which he paid the most attention to.
I fought alongside your crew in Juvex city. Took down more than one would-be assassin on your behalf before getting swept along with the departure. Fought again to save the life of your injured Captain. Way I see it, Fenrir, we're even. If I truly believed I owed you something, you can rest assured I'd follow orders and do as asked, till you saw fit to discharge me. But that ain't how it is, or was. Dark sun -- I don't even know the names of some of your people, any more'n I know the names of your 'passengers.' a pause You asked whether the smugglers' life is right for us, and that we had best make our minds up right hasty. Not that I knew what your business was, or how this boat operated when I came on board, nor was I given any choice in the matter... but there's enough cargo in the galaxy that is righteous, and that I'd watch your back over, and enough jobs where the right people are being helped along, and mebbe the wrong sort of people are getting the short end of the deal, and for that I'd lend you my sword and my strength.
But if your intent is to keep working for this 'Juvex' company, and carry on running slaves, then it's best if we part ways now. No hard feelings. Your passengers and I will disembark now, and that'll be that. Your choice, Captain... and I'll be the first to agree -- I'm a long way from home. Maybe best I keep my opinions to myself in future.
He stood ready for anything. Could be the Fierce man would yell for the Preacher to be gunned down in cold blood, could be he was really listening to the others, and was ready to make a change. It could fall anywhere in the spectrum of one to the other, and so Preacher stood in a ready stance, just in case.
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Post by Jemima Sacharo on Dec 28, 2014 18:52:33 GMT -8
Jemima had watched in amazement as her Nagai friend easily pushed the hover bed up the ramp while she pulled and steered. Of course, she wasn't surprised when it was revealed that the captain's real name was Adrien Draykon, which suited him far better than Captain Picard. She had seen a rather curious lot of people in the ship she was brought in to. She didn't need to be someone heavily involved in social work to know that there was tension in the air. She waved nervously when the Nagai introduced her. After settling Adrien into the care room, she routed all monitors into a holographic data terminal around her arm, so that she could move about the ship and still be kept up to date on the captain's conditions should she be needed to attend personally. That done she quietly made her way to where everyone was gathered, so that she could see the goings on.
Shyly stepping up behind the Nagai, she was in time to hear her explaining about Captain Draykon's stance against slavery, and that made her approve of the man even more, and she felt like she agreed with the man with the hat. If those people were slaves, well, they shouldn't be. But she kept quiet. She wasn't sure it was really her place to say anything for the moment.
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Post by Spectre on Dec 31, 2014 12:40:55 GMT -8
*It only took him a few moments to realize what was going on with this "crew" assembly. Politics. Pure and simple. Politics was simple in the Mandalorian culture. If two or more people disagreed with each other, then it was time to figure it out in the battle circle. In Spectre's case he challenged Ashrah Intalbo for the right to lead their people. It wasn't personal, it was tradition. The real talking was left out in the field. He can understand why Neassa was pissed.* ::Troch:: * He belts out to Neassa, acknowledging her position. Osik, he even sympathized on a level or two. But all this strutting with "beliefs and morals" was starting to annoy Spectre. The 6'2" 225 walking armored vault starts to pace when people start talking about their feelings. Clearly not taking any type of logic into account. Finally, he's had enough. He speaks up loudly to make sure ALL of them hear this. And with his vocabulator in his buy'ce, it rattles off rougher than usual.* ::You people really haven't thought this out at all have you?:: *The condescending question lingers in the air for a split second before he continues.* ::We have an old expression in mando'a. Ori-buyce, kih'kovid. Which means, all bucket and no brains.:: *Spectre walks up to one of the slaves and grabs her by her collar and quickly drags her towards the door. She panics and does her best to stop him, flailing and pounding on his chest while she yells in shrill panic. He does but not because she was too much for him.* ::These collars are wired with explosives. An insurance policy. To make sure they are delivered. Only the new owners have the key.:: *Spectre releases his grip flippantly.* ::If they try to leave this rust bucket we call home at any time, they will crater us and everything within a two block radius. Get the picture?:: *He only takes a moment again before he takes out a datachip and plugs it into the display. Patrick Bateman's ugly mug shows up on the display after doing so.* ::Neassa and I have been working on this for a while now. I haven't been able to tell her all the details, but suffice it to say we've been employing some simple economics. Supply and demand. Juvex Import/Export has the supply. We've been eliminating the demand. When we find out who the buyers are, we pancake their residence. Which is why Bateman has contacted smugglers.:: *Spectre then leans up on a table, looking at all of them.* ::So all this moral high ground posturing is really redundant, unless you guys want to start sluggin' it out? No? I didn't think so. Here's what I know. Juvex Import/Export is a front. Bateman is just a puppet. He gets orders from somewhere in the Outer Rim west. Where? I was working on that before our hasty exit. Which is still a work in progress.:: *Spectre then stops leaning on the table and stands up straight before it breaks.* ::How do I know this? When I need to find something out, I go and look for someone who knows more than me and I ask them. Sometimes...I ask them a little too hard. Nonetheless, I get the results I need.:: *Spectre then turns and walks into the doorway and leans in the frame, looking out at everyone.* ::So if you want to cry about your feelings some more, stamp your feet like a child and quit, by my guest. I got no need for cowards who do nothing but talk. On top of being in a smuggler group wanting to dump their cargo the second they come across something they don't like. Which makes the best financial sense in this business.:: *The sarcasm was cutting.* ::So if we're done talking about how sad this makes everyone, then I'm going down to the Cantina. I need some ti'haar and some action. All this whining has given me a taste for the ultra-violence. Anyone care to join me?:: *Spectre waits a few moments before he leaves for the Cantina. It wasn't as if they were about to leave. He had to wait for Meony to get cleared from the hospital. So they had plenty of time.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 14:47:47 GMT -8
Listening to the small Nagai woman's contribution to the discussion reveals not only that she has worked with the injured captain of the ship before, but also that she is decidedly left of center, either playing at having an imaginary friend the way a child would or actually delusional. Whatever the Nagai's mental issues might be, she seems rational enough when asking about whether the contract specified slaves as part of their delivery, since a negative answer would mean that all the concern about repercussions for freeing the slaves would be nullified; but Specrtre's characteristically pointed and straightforward contribution renders any discussion about freeing the slaves before they are delivered all but moot. It would have been nice, Neassa thinks with an internal sigh of relief that Fenrir had shown up to stop her and Silas from going through with their plan before any of the slaves had stepped off the ship, if Spectre had let the rest of the crew know about the collars before now, but there is no point in dwelling on that; best to be grateful that he has enough prior experience with Juvex and Bateman to know of the collars in the first place when it seems no one else on the crew were aware of them at all.
Spectre's approach to working with a team is to be blunt, which usually works just fine with Mandalorians, but Neassa knows from having led a team of aruetiise * in the past that it is occasionally necessary to adopt a less potentially abrasive approach, and so as her fellow Mandalorian sets off for the cantina she turns her t-visor towards Silas, who is the only one present she feels certain will be willing to work with her and Spectre to see that the slavers waiting for the delivery of the seven beings aboard the ship have purchased their last slave, and tells him in her usual calm, confident, and somewhat dry tone, ::The collars are not a game changer, they only change the play we need to make. We make the delivery, get the keys from the, she delivers the next phrase with enough contempt that even a non-Mandalorian will be able to guess the general meaning, chakaaryc ge'hutuun ** waiting for the delivery, and then, recalling the phrase he had used earlier, she concludes in a grim and determined tone, read from your book of laws. Turning her t-visor towards the rest of the crew, she spells it out for those that might not be able to guess what reading from the book of laws means, We put the slavers down and free the slaves. There are ways that they could carry out the plan without bringing the wrath of Juvex down on the Draykon crew - especially since not all of the crew were present for the deal, and they also have Spectre's ship, one that Juvex is not aware of and could not connect to the Draykon crew - but Neassa decides to save her thoughts for when an actual strategy session occurs, instead turning her t-visor towards Fenrir to say, You're concerned about reprisals, and I can respect that. I also know a way to eliminate that risk. Turning her t-visor towards the other crew members, Neassa says, Anyone else that doesn't want to risk ending up on the wrong side of Juvex Imports can stick with the acting captain and make the delivery as planned so the Draykon crew fulfills their contract and is in the clear. Anyone that wants to be a part of the team that comes in afterwards to, she smiles unseen beneath her buy'ce *** as she borrows a phrase Fenrir had used earlier, her tone deadly and intent where his had been sarcastic and dismissive, be crusaders of justice can come with me to join Spectre so we can formulate a plan of action.:: It will probably be more like she and anyone that comes along with her do the planning while Spectre drinks and more likely than not winds up brawling, but Neassa keeps that bit of speculation to herself as she turns and starts walking down the boarding ramp, pausing at the bottom to see if any of the crew will be accompanying her.
* non-Mandalorians
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*** helmet
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