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Post by Ar'kikze S'ss'nixztoo on Sept 24, 2011 2:45:33 GMT -5
*Ze had spent the majority of the trip recuperating in the small closet-sized room designated as the medical bay. When the ship falls out of hyperspace and starts shaking violently, Ze is thrown off his medical cot as the other rush toward the engine room to seal it off from the rest of the ship. Picking himself up he walks hurriedly with a limp down the corridor, but by the time he reaches the others the hatch seals shut from the combined effort. He then steps aside to allow the green-skinned mercenary to rush back to the cockpit and vent the atmosphere from the engine compartment. Ze notes that it had been quick thinking on her part to isolate the problem and deal with it appropriately. Had she delayed even a fraction of a second longer - they all very well could be space debris in some unknown system.*
*Ze follows the others with a steady limp - as his leg cast was still bonded to his exoskeleton. He does not recognize the system name, but the planet is familiar. The only known source of Kolto - the healing agent used throughout the galaxy - was what Manaan was famous for. The Roche hive had frequent business exchanges and transactions with the Selkath of Manaan, trading Verpine-made electronics and technology for Kolto. After the docking fee is settled, Ze addresses Mineth's concerns about Iziz's claim to the ship. Honestly, Ze would have liked to helped repair and fix the ship to prime condition if different circumstances had existed. But they needed to warn the Jedi Council about Vexxtal and relay what had happened on Tatooine. That was the priority.*
"If my memory serves me accurately, there should be a Republic embassy or outpost present on this world - being that it is aligned with the Galactic Republic. Should we explain the urgency to those in command of said outpost, we may be able to acquire a space faring vessel of appropriate class and size for our required needs and therefore reach Telos IV in a relatively expeditious manner."
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Post by Saviin Roegr on Sept 29, 2011 13:26:24 GMT -5
*Saviin, who is right behind Ze shakes her head.*
"No thank you. I don't get along with the Republic. Last time I had to deal with them...let's just say things went downhill real fast and I seriously owe one of their soldiers big. I'd rather pay the fee and avoid the publicity a jetii would bring. If you jetii want to deal with the Republic yourselves, go ahead. I'd just assume lay low."
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Post by Belaya on Sept 29, 2011 13:28:47 GMT -5
*Belaya walks in tiredly behind Saviin and pats her on the shoulder.*
If our friend wants to pay, I won't argue against it. Ze and I can just go to the Republic Embassy ourselves.
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Post by Ar'kikze S'ss'nixztoo on Sept 29, 2011 20:23:28 GMT -5
*Ze looks between the black and gold Mandalorian and his Master and his antennas perk up a little bit.*
"That is what I had suggested, is it not? Oh dear, perhaps my verbal articulation has deteriorated due to the substantial physical damage I have sustained and subsequent mental trauma endured during our departure at the hand (or more accurately mind) of the crystal entity inhabiting the droid frame whom is currently known as Vexxtal. I shall endeavor to clarify more exactly next time. My apologies. Yes, let us land, pay the fee, then my Master and I shall part from the present company of this ship consisting of a Miralan mercenary, an unidentified Mandalorian, a Bothan merchant and a Jawa raider. Is this to everyone's satisfaction?"
*Ze is confident that he was more clear this time. He could not stand being misunderstood. Basic was such a... limited language with multiple meanings for most words. It could be overly confusing and difficult to both comprehend and speak. If only other creatures could communicate in his own telepathic language - everything would be so more more simple. Why sentient such as humans and near-humans didn't just implant radiological sensors and antennas into their skulls was confusing to Ze. It would have been so practical. Though, perhaps it had to do with humanity's natural distrust of machines... not a trait that Ze shared. Ze was enamored with them, and had multiple implants in his own body. Why other races shyd away from such advancements was most illogical - as they enhanced a sentient's life substantially.*
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Post by Mineth Ora on Sept 29, 2011 21:38:47 GMT -5
*Mineth nodded, "It's fine by me. Will I have to make a statement or anything before going on my way?" He wasn't exactly sure what he would do now. Mineth was now credit-less. His meager savings was back on Anchorhead. It wasn't even certain if he was still working for Czerka. His contract was back in the apartment in Anchorhead so there wasn't a way of checking whether he got severance in the event of a native uprising.*
*Anchorhead was a wash even before that attack. The mineral deposits hadn't played out, so no prospecting or ore processing, which meant no need to feed hundreds of workers. That food cart was just a stopgap while Mineth sat and waited for the inevitable layoff.*
*Manaan was a Republic planet though, which meant there should be ships coming in and out. He could always find work on one of the smaller vessels. Otherwise, there was always space for someone who was handy with technology or a spatula.*
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Post by Nadya Vevut on Sept 29, 2011 23:08:04 GMT -5
*The blue planet below them had grown to encompass the majority of their viewport window, as they orbit around the water world. Nadya was going over all the necessary reentry systems. Half were offline. The other half were functioning intermittently at best.*
"This is a really bad idea."
*If they didn't burn up during reentry they'd probably crash headlong into the ocean, or gods forbid the massive floating city itself. The likelihood of her being able to level the ship out after entering the atmosphere was slim. Very slim. But there wasn't much choice. The hyperdrive was fried - so they couldn't go somewhere else. The comm system was worse off than the hyperdrive thanks to the wonderful energy discharge after exiting hyperspace - so they couldn't call for help. They'd either have to risk reentry or risk running out of breathable air waiting for a ship to fly close enough and notice them.*
*It was better not to convey the sheer hopelessness to everyone else though. If they survived by sheer luck, then great. If they didn't... well, it'd be too late for them complain.*
"Alright. Well.... here goes nothing."
*As she maneuvers the ship from orbit to an atmospheric entry vector she closes her eyes briefly and whispers the names of her vode that had perished in battle. Her grandfather. Her brother. Her aunt. They would guide her. Or she would join them. Either way, Nadya was ready.*
*The ship formerly called the Furball begins its quick decent down to the planet below. Whether or not it arrived in one piece or hundreds depended solely on chance. And maybe a little luck.*
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Post by Tristan Ordo on Oct 31, 2011 23:06:02 GMT -5
*Tristan guides his ship out of Manaan's upper atmosphere following a rather uneventful flight, there he decides to take a breather and tend to his wounds while he thinks about where to go next.*
"These bacta vials should help take some of the edge off, aren't I lucky getting shot on the planet that harvests the stuff."
*He applies the sticky salve to the blaster wound on his shin and the bruise on his chest.*
"Stang! Definitely gets worse before it gets better.."
*Tristan lays down on the cot, giving the gel time to sink into his tissue. There he starts to plot his next destination.*
~Well the most important task is to acquire some firepower, and then I have to start sharpening my skill set. If I'm going to find out who betrayed my buir and our squad on that botched mission, I'll have to be prepared to carry out what needs to be done. My buir told me about this mandalorian bounty hunter who honed his skills by hunting exotic beasts through out the galaxy. His name keeps slipping my mind but Mandalore told us that this hunter constantly harassed Revan and him where ever they went until they finally brought the tough shabur down. If this man could be a thorn in the side of both Mandalore and the great jetti Revan, by keeping sharp off some beasts and high paying bounties then surely emulating his example would allow me to bring my quarry to justice..~
*Once the salve finished working it's magic,and brought Tristan back to a moderate level of combat effectiveness he made his way back to the pilots chair. After going through records of the ships history to find out more about it, he learned it was about 15 years old and once the pride of a small group of space pirates called the Jolly Robbers (C- for creativity). The ships name is Titans Fist, (Luckily it seems they captured a marketing consultant who came up with the name, sparing themselves embarrassment from future victims) and was a force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately life stealing others possessions is a hazardous one, after a series of failed attempts on ships in republic space they were eventually chased down by some hired mercenaries and handed over to the local authorities. Titans Fist sustained numerous abrasions to it's frame and after years of service is but a shadow of it's former self.*
"Don't worry your still a prize to a mandalorian with virtually nothing if it's any consolation."
*He then started skimming through some of Revan and Mandalores time together, looking for any mention of this mysterious and deadly bounty hunter. Eventually he came upon a holonet article with a picture of some long dead exchange crime lords base of operations, which was on the now rubble pile Taris. Reading further he found a picture of three men standing on a balcony overlooking the planets swoop track, underneath the picture was a caption that read: Local businessman Davik Kang watches annual swoop race and its controversial aftermath. Behind him stand his personal body guards Canderous Ordo, and Calo Nord who did not allow our camera crews too close to Taris' successful entrepreneur.*
"Calo Nord! I remember him now... Buir told me he definitely gave Mandalore a run for his credits on more then one occasion. We used to get com transmissions when I was little of Mandalore raging about how Nord was usurping some of his contracts."
*Tristan decided that once he found some stronger firepower he would follow in the deceased mans tracks, hunting what he used to in order to increase his skills.*
"Time to find the proper tools, buir your money will finally be used in the way I'm sure you intended. Your Kath pup will grow his horns.."
*Ironically both the horned and regular Kath hound variants would be his first targets. He plotted a course for his homeworld of Dantooine and settled in for a nap as Titans Fist shot into hyperspace.*
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