Deja Blue (Scarlet Saber Crew)

((OOC Note: Location: Aboard the Scarlet Saber in space between the Inner and Outer Rim, heading towards Nar Shaddaa.))

Cirith looked over the bounties he'd tagged in his helmet's HUD (Head-Up-Display) with quick eye movements. His thoughts drifted from time to time, as he read what little information was on the people that the bounties were put upon. Most of the time his thoughts drifted toward his father, sister and the two new crew members, Katar, a Shistavanen Wolf man and Je'Baru Nargruk the Noghri. Cirith's arms were crossed over his chest, like they usually were when he was deep in thought. Cirith noticed Tor's movements and grinned beneath the helmet.
He's bored again. I can't blame him, I too hate traveling in space. It gives me too much to think about. I wonder what he's listening to. Cirith thought about listening in to Tor's frequency but quickly dismissed the notion. Tor was giddy but he was smart, Cirith doubted whether Tor would have allowed that option into his helmets comlink systems. Cirith watched Tor get up and walk out of the cockpit after checking something on the computer. Cirith's helmet turned to watch him go, the motion barely perceptible even by Mandalorian standards. Osik! I hate being bored like this. I wish something would happen out here. Maybe after we get the bounties on these six morons, we should get some training equipment and clear a room to put it in. Buir, sure had alot of junk, I should probably go through it at some point. Cirith thoughts returned to the bounties as he too walked out of the cockpit. He'd tagged six bounties during the bar fight in Laughing Mynock, he numbered them in ranges of most dangerous to least dangerous. Cirith walked into the "main hold" and sat down on one of the half circle benches that were positioned around the circular hologram/tactical display table. He thought about seeing what each member of the crew was up to but dismissed that notion too. They might be doing something personal Cirith thought and if they are they don't need me interrupting because I'm bored. Fierfek, I'm already done organizing the bounties. Now what?[/i] Cirith sat for a few minute's thinking on what he could do. Then he got up and headed for the engine rooms at the back of the ship.
Maybe I can do some minor maintenance on the engine equipment, Manda knows how long it's been since my Buir looked at it.[/i] Cirith stopped for a moment his thoughts caught up on his father. I should've grabbed my Buir first instead of the di'kutla Quarran[/i] Cirith thought. Cirith was over the grieving process, he'd let it all out when they burned his fathers body to complete his journey to the Manda, but the memory still hurt none-the-less.
Cirith looked up and started once again towards the Saber's engine rooms.

Tor released the seal that connected his helmet to the rest
of his armor, clipping the buy'ce to the back of his utility belt.
Running a hand through his hair so that it wouldn't continue to
stick to his skull, the Zeltron strode down the corridor until he
came to one of the dormitory chambers. Tor leaned against the
wall, clipping the thumb of his right hand into the pocket of his
desert-camo trousers. Je'Baru was fiddling with something, it
looked like some kind of like a fish tank. Tor was about to ask the
Noghri what he was doing, but he decided against it when he
caught sight of the Telphyr creature floating there in the tank.
Tor watched for a mere second longer before turning and
continuing on his way; he didn't know much of anything about
the symbiote that Je'Baru kept with him, and he didn't want to
take any chances if the animal suddenly decided to get aggressive.

Moving through the main-hold and towards the engine rooms,
Tor heard what sounded like his sister A'den'ika struggling to
lift something very heavy. A dog-like yelp echoed from the large
storage section to the Zeltron's right, and a second later a large
metal object flew out from the doorway, sailed through the air, and
ended its flight with an almost comical clang![/i] as it hit the opposite
wall across the hallway. Tor took a few rapid steps backwards and
followed the object with his eyes as it hit the floor and rolled towards
him. To cut off the rest of the object's momentum, Tor placed an
armored boot on top of it and bent down - it was a storage crate.
A smile spread itself across the youth's face, making it seem to any
would-be onlookers as if a spark danced in his green-gold eyes. Tor
stayed perched atop the crate and inclined his head towards the
cargo area where he could feel the presence of both his sister and
Katar, the Wolfman. Sister always did tend to take sparring
rather personal...[/i] Tor let the thought drift away and laughed,
filling the Saber's corridors with the sound of his musical voice.

At about ten mins. into the jump Je'Baru started to fell a little sick. Not because of the memories of lossing Marcus, or even the getting use to new smells it was the new hastle of a spawning of his telphyr. 'Moi' was usually so good about telling Je'Baru about it's spawning times this time was a little quicker due to the previous events. "I got to get this new tank built or everyone is Vith fodder." Working as fast as his hands would move, he finished the enclosable tank and let Moi start to spawn. The Oloo's, as his father called them, came quite quickly and the tank started to fill with highly toxic gas. "I wished I could have some thing to harvest this gas so I could refine it for use later." Oloo gas Je'Baru found out could kill a bull rancor with just two oz. Just then Je'Baru noticed his new pack mate coming down the hall. Not wanting to spook Tor about the very dangerous problem at hand. "That's should be about it Moi, your at 25." Moi looked back and released another five Oloo and then crawled away from the tank. Je'Baru quickly closed and sealed the tank hoping the seal held. Hearing a clanking of a metal object come from the hallway he turned to investegate. Moi squeeked at Je'Baru. He turned and koo-ed at Moi, a reasuring phraze. Turning down the hall to the now familier sound and smell of popet, the common name his mother gave to him as a child, now he uses for Marcus' newly found heir. Curious about the sound of training, Je'Baru then felt the need to work his now twitching muscles. To long had he gone with out defending him self or him killing anything. The blood lust of his was growing stronger by the minute. "Hold the lust, hold the rage, then release it at the right time." Marcus' word of wisdom came to his mind. Turning and closing his eyes he forced the emotions down for the kill that's to come. *There had better be a kill bounty when we get to Nar Shaddaa or I'm going to maim some thing.* He then left to take the tank to his room.

Taking advantage of the down time, Sunny had asked Katar to
train with her, halfway out of curosity and halfway out of
boredom. She had already ordered her mind with some
mediation techniques to help soothe and calm her nerves from
their recent adventure. She had been surprised by the Noghri
Je'Baru's claim of family loyalty and still was not sure what to
make of it. They had spoken very little about it and she liked it
that way-for now.

She had even caught up on her rest with a long, and luxurious
nap.

Once she and Katar found a big enough hold in the ship and
started on their training, she found that she was enjoying herself
greatly. She had found a match in strength. She was always a
little afraid to completely match her strength against Tor because
she knew that she had the greater strength between them and
she never really had wanted to hurt Tor.

As the exercise went along, Sunny was finding herself hard
pressed to actually land a blow on Katar. He always seemed to
be moving just out of reach, out of the strike zone of her blows.

She was getting frustrated. Katar was faster than her.

She decided to concentrate on focusing her mind on one
particular move that she had used in the past to catch most of
her opponents off gaurd and allow her to pin them to the
ground. She focused on Katar and could almost see where he
was planning to move, she moved to that spot in readiness for
his next blow- only to be thrown off balance while swinging her
leg around and under where she had thought Katar would have
been standing. She looked up to find that he was laughing. She
had completely missed him!

The rage descended like a red haze into her eyes. She picked up
the nearest object and hurled it full force at Katar, grunting with
the effort. He easily sidestepped the metal storage crate and
they both watched it bounce down the hallway.

Tor stuck his head in the door, looked around and laughed.
Sunny glared at him and Katar raised his hands, shrugging
slightly. "We are exercising." Katar told Tor.

"So I see" Tor said, "Just
dont break him, Sun'ika" nodding towards Katar. Katar
snorted quietly and turned towards Sunny.

" You are one sneaky di'kut!" Sunny panted,
allowing the rage of the moment drain away. Katar simply
shrugged and said, "You have strength but you
must learn discipline."

Sunny snorted heavily through her nose, remembering all the
other times she had been told the same exact thing by other
people in her life.

"And I suppose you think that you could teach me discipline..." she snarled.

Je'Baru gathered Moi and her young to find a place of their own. The cabin that he was shown early on was to him a place for them to watch him. "I'm no animal to house or a threat that needed guarded." He soon found a smugglers hole that was big enough for them. No comforts no frills nothing that anyone who would look for when trying to find him and where he nested.

Je'Baru was always like this. He rather preferred to be alone. Even on his home world, all treated him like an outsider even some of his own relation. "No family no friends. A good bounty hunter had none.......I'm not a good bounty hunter." Marcus' words dug ever deeper in to his heart. One moment, just one moment of sadness is all Je'Baru would allow on any one day.

His nest made, Moi resting near her young, he decided to try again to spar with his pack mates. "I must try to control my lust for the Hunt is going to start soon." He walk back slowly to where they were sparing. As he got closer he went strait to silent stalk. Slowing of breath, calming of emotions till almost neither existed. Slowly moving toward Tor to see how close he could get and for how long before being noticed.

Settling in to his new quarters aboard the blockade runner, Vrill
tried to pass the time with a nap. He was still too worked up
from the excitement of recent events however, and the
Shistavanen's restlessness finally eroded his interest in sleep.

Having decided on spending some time practicing his Nyu Xaiku
techniques, Vrill methodically removed his gear, leaving only
his Corellian-brand spacer's trousers and Uvenan leg-wrappings.
Thus free from all encumberments, the Wolfman started in on a
rhythmic series of Shukai blocks and evasions. As he practiced,
Vrill thought about why he hadn't told his Mandalorian crew-mates
his real name. Because that's what Assassins do. We always
try to hold onto a portion of the turf, that way, we know when
someone uninvited comes along.[/i] Hearing approaching
footsteps, Katar (as he had told his new allies to call him) halted
his motions and stood up from his crouched stance to his full
height. "Yes?" he inquired, surprised to find that it was the
Nagai female's scent that was coming to him.

A few minutes later, Katar and the Nagai woman "Sunshine"
found themselves in one of the larger storage rooms at the back
of the ship. Lowering into his defensive stance, Katar had then
invited the Mandalorian to show him what she could do. Vrill
resisted the temptation to comment on her form throughout the
course of their movements, if only to avoid accidentally biting his
own tongue because of a lucky strike to the snout. She's good, in
need of further discipline, but she has natural talent.[/i]
The Wolfman couldn't help but smile, this Mandalorian would've
made an excellent Ka'takku practicioner if she had grown up
with the Vonn clan. But unfortunately, such things never happened
back on his homeplanet Uvena Prime, his people were isolationists
after all. Finally, after using the wall to spring away from his
sparring partner and infront of the chamber's doorway, Katar
offered up a comment. "What spirit! You must tell me who
taught you to use your elbows and knees like that - with a little
polishing, you'd practically be using my own form of attack against
me." Suddenly however, the Shistavanen realized that
Sunshine wasn't listening to him. He watched confused, as the
woman hefted a large metal crate and swung around to face
him. Our sparring seems to have... angered her.
How curious. She was raised as a warrior was she not?[/i]
Katar's fury brow furrowed as the realization dawned on him that
she was in fact planning on hurling the box at him, and that
she was doing it with quite a bit more speed than she had
displayed during their match. With a slight yelp of surprise, the
Wolfman dodged the airborne storage crate and readied himself
just in case a second said projectile was on its way.

Yes, how... odd. Someone needs to teach her greater discipline.
And perhaps it should be me, I must make sure that the Vonn
martial art style does not become extinct after all...[/i]

Cirith had just made his way into the engine room on the right side of the ship when a crash! announced itself shortly before a dog-like yelp. Cirith knew instantly who it might've been, it was most likely "Sunshine".
Katar was a possibility, Cirith didn't know him quite well enough to be sure the Wolf-man wasn't prone to outbursts, but he was a stealth fighter. Stealth required dicipline, and patience both of which Katar seemed to posses in Cirith's eyes.
Tor was immediatly dismissed, there was nothing for him to be unhappy about, besides boredom and Cirith doubted that would unravel the giddy Mando.
Je'Baru was also a possiblity, ever since the Noghri joined up with the crew, he'd seemed....tense, almost anxious to Cirith, as if something was bothering him. He never said anything but the way he felt in the force and his movements gave away plenty. Sunshine was the most likely, she didn't have much patience and seemed rather easy to draw into a fight.
Cirith despite not knowing who exactly was throwing things yelled out in a angry tone "Hey! You break anything on my ship and I'll break your neck!" then settled to doing some minor maintenance on the engine.
Cirith muttered beneath his breath "break the one you're frustrated with but, not my ship".
(Cirith's voice sounds like Sev from Star Wars: Republic Commando)
After finishing the maintenance Cirith turned to walk out of the engine room.
"I don't care if you kill each other, I can always pick up new crew but, i'll space you if you hurt my adiik" Cirith said when he was in the middle of the hall leading to the Main Hold.

A crooked grin took hold of Tor's face as Cirith shouted his
warning, asserting in a way that they were expendable and had
better just behave - or else. "Cir'ika, you din'la dala, you wouldn't
last a microt without me and you know it." Tor laughed, "Besides,
your adiik is fine." he said, straightening his stance and turning
his head towards the starboard engine room and elevating his
voice a little so that Cirith would be able to hear him over the
hum of the engines.

Just then, the hairs on the back of the Zeltron's neck stood on
end as a snort came suddenly from directly behind him. No sooner
had a spike of adrenaline coursed through Tor's spine, Orar'ika
kicked into gear and swept into a side-long roll, bringing both
Thunderer pistols to bear a hairsbreadth away from pulling the
triggers. A scowl marked the Mandalorian's features, his eyes
now somehow seeming to burn with a murderious fire that seized
onlookers like a poison. After a few seconds though, the Zeltron's
scowl started to waver and he slowly lowered the barrels of his
heavy blaster pistols away from the Noghri. Tor stood up with a
confused expression, reholstering his weapons with a faraway
look. He let out a nervous chuckle as he stood back up. "Whoa
there Je'Baru, you really shouldn't do that..." Tor scratched the
back of his head and made a conscious effort to exude a few
pheromones to help diffuse the situation.

Je'Baru watched as Tor dive rolled and went for his blasters. Je'Baru's Ai programming automaticly engaged his khabak shield upon weapons being drawn. Je'Baru raised his shield up to his chest. He tilled his head back and gave the most bone chilling noghri laughter ever heard off of his planet. Turning and disengaging his shield Je'Baru made his way back to the lair of his choosing. Mandos do have a weakness they depend to much on their tech. said Je'Baru as he walked. This is going to be very interesting days indeed.